Leliel
2010-12-24, 01:49 PM
Well, an idea I had loong ago was an idea of a nWoD crossover, in which the PCs, as inhabitants of World of Darkness recently Exalted, put the broken world of Earth back together while finding out why Creation no longer exists.
Of course, this brings up the question of "What happened to the Celestines?". Now, they could just be dead, but that cuts off a lot of story potential of kicking out the current Celestial Spirits and replacing them with the actually benevolent Incarna, as well as a huge source of information. So, that leaves "imprisoned" or "amnesiac".
Since the inevitable conclusion is to find the BBEG who broke the world and kick his ass to the Abyss and back, I've decided to show just how evil his actions really were by what he did to the Celestines.
Namely, he turned them into monsters.
Gruesome, homicidal, and utterly mad parodies of everything they once were, without even the ability to understand what he did to them...but still able to remember that they were once beautiful and whole, whereas now they kill those they once loved by existing, grotesque and horrifying, Things That Should Not Have Been. And the only mercy, the only way to take what remains of their divine souls and remake them into something remotely sane again, is to destroy them.
So, without further ado
The Warped Incarna: Products of What Should Not Have Been
The Yozis are notoriously uncertain of what, exactly, caused the Shattering of Creation. True, they have a few good ideas-mostly involving the Neverborn-but when it comes down to it, all they know was that all their souls in Creation suddenly died, and when they reformed, all they could remember was fire and darkness, consuming and breaking everything in it's cataclysmic path. They've found clues, mostly in that archipelago of Wyld reality-pockets known as, fittingly, the Shatter, but other than that, all they can say for certain is that there was an intelligent will behind it, mad and nihilistic.
It is certain that the Incarna know, but unfortunately, the Dark Will had a creative streak that Yozis would be impressed with and repulsed by-before he broke creation, he decided to make sure the Celestines would suffer.
How he did this is a mystery-he was definitely not a Yozi, so the lore of making behemoths would probably not have been known to him, although none of them doubt he had the power. What is known is the result-rather than simply tearing apart their divine Essence so they could never reform, he build seven great mounds of flesh, which he imbued with their regenerating souls, stopping their reformation in the process. After ensuring that none of the Lords of Heaven would break free of their imprisonment, he then began to puzzle what to do with them. He could return their conscious minds to them, and force them to watch as he destroyed everything they loved, but then they could puzzle out a way to stop him despite the uselessness of their new forms. He could make it that the nerves in their prison-bodies could only feel pain, but that struck him as being incredibly cliche and unpoetic. Besides, after Creation was annihilated, both would leave the Incarna to the mercies of the Wyld, where their torture would inevitably end as they were dissolved in the currents of Chaos.
Then, the Dark Will struck upon an idea-mental pain was as agonizing, if not more so, then the physical version, and that "sentience" did not necessarily mean "memories" or "personality". So, he decided, the best way to ensure that the Celestines would exist forever in agony and misery was an incredibly simple solution, one that would give them the impetuous to continue existing within the Wyld or whatever world they wondered in, while constantly mocked by a trickle of memories that taunted with them with memories of happier times, while racked with the knowledge that they could never again retrieve them.
He turned them living embodiments of what they most hated about themselves.
From the Unconquered Sun, he created Zmai the Worm, a blind, colossal abomination that took everything from the worshipers he drew through no worthy deed of his own, giving nothing but the illusion of happiness and contentment in return via his addictive ichor. From the Argent Madonna, he made Suhadu the Flesh, an amorphous blob of organs and skin who hunted sentient prey simply because predation defined her. From Venus, he made Ahranuz the Mother, a grotesquely fecund beast of cancerous virility, bringing new beings into the world for no reason other than her need to be loved and wanted, and throwing them aside when she grew bored with them. From Mars, he made Tha'hon the Deep, a nearly-mindless being of chaos and destruction, killing for only the most vague of reasons and causing disasters at her whim. From Jupiter, he made Nuigim the Unseen, a monster literally unable to understand truth or light, and neither truth nor light could understand her. And from Saturn, he made Zho'hak the Breath, a poisoned wind that killed by simply existing, with only the delusion that it was for some unknown greater purpose. What happened to Mercury is anyone's guess (ie, left to the Storyteller), but it was certainly not pleasant.
In these seven living mockeries of the Celestines, the Dark Will returned their minds-but buried under a deep sea of bestial instincts and animalistic emotions, swamping any hope of higher thought or the ability to understand the consequences of their actions, beyond that which he found most amusing. And so, he sent the seven Warped Incarnae out into the world, unknowing that is was the creatures they once loved that they devoured and massacred, and the gods unknowing that it was really their long-lost rulers that heralded the end of all. And so they continued throughout the Shattering, wandering the Wyld in a self-loathing haze, pausing only to eat the occasional raksha.
That is, until they found the World of Darkness.
(more later-tell me if I got the Celestines' inner demons wrong)
Of course, this brings up the question of "What happened to the Celestines?". Now, they could just be dead, but that cuts off a lot of story potential of kicking out the current Celestial Spirits and replacing them with the actually benevolent Incarna, as well as a huge source of information. So, that leaves "imprisoned" or "amnesiac".
Since the inevitable conclusion is to find the BBEG who broke the world and kick his ass to the Abyss and back, I've decided to show just how evil his actions really were by what he did to the Celestines.
Namely, he turned them into monsters.
Gruesome, homicidal, and utterly mad parodies of everything they once were, without even the ability to understand what he did to them...but still able to remember that they were once beautiful and whole, whereas now they kill those they once loved by existing, grotesque and horrifying, Things That Should Not Have Been. And the only mercy, the only way to take what remains of their divine souls and remake them into something remotely sane again, is to destroy them.
So, without further ado
The Warped Incarna: Products of What Should Not Have Been
The Yozis are notoriously uncertain of what, exactly, caused the Shattering of Creation. True, they have a few good ideas-mostly involving the Neverborn-but when it comes down to it, all they know was that all their souls in Creation suddenly died, and when they reformed, all they could remember was fire and darkness, consuming and breaking everything in it's cataclysmic path. They've found clues, mostly in that archipelago of Wyld reality-pockets known as, fittingly, the Shatter, but other than that, all they can say for certain is that there was an intelligent will behind it, mad and nihilistic.
It is certain that the Incarna know, but unfortunately, the Dark Will had a creative streak that Yozis would be impressed with and repulsed by-before he broke creation, he decided to make sure the Celestines would suffer.
How he did this is a mystery-he was definitely not a Yozi, so the lore of making behemoths would probably not have been known to him, although none of them doubt he had the power. What is known is the result-rather than simply tearing apart their divine Essence so they could never reform, he build seven great mounds of flesh, which he imbued with their regenerating souls, stopping their reformation in the process. After ensuring that none of the Lords of Heaven would break free of their imprisonment, he then began to puzzle what to do with them. He could return their conscious minds to them, and force them to watch as he destroyed everything they loved, but then they could puzzle out a way to stop him despite the uselessness of their new forms. He could make it that the nerves in their prison-bodies could only feel pain, but that struck him as being incredibly cliche and unpoetic. Besides, after Creation was annihilated, both would leave the Incarna to the mercies of the Wyld, where their torture would inevitably end as they were dissolved in the currents of Chaos.
Then, the Dark Will struck upon an idea-mental pain was as agonizing, if not more so, then the physical version, and that "sentience" did not necessarily mean "memories" or "personality". So, he decided, the best way to ensure that the Celestines would exist forever in agony and misery was an incredibly simple solution, one that would give them the impetuous to continue existing within the Wyld or whatever world they wondered in, while constantly mocked by a trickle of memories that taunted with them with memories of happier times, while racked with the knowledge that they could never again retrieve them.
He turned them living embodiments of what they most hated about themselves.
From the Unconquered Sun, he created Zmai the Worm, a blind, colossal abomination that took everything from the worshipers he drew through no worthy deed of his own, giving nothing but the illusion of happiness and contentment in return via his addictive ichor. From the Argent Madonna, he made Suhadu the Flesh, an amorphous blob of organs and skin who hunted sentient prey simply because predation defined her. From Venus, he made Ahranuz the Mother, a grotesquely fecund beast of cancerous virility, bringing new beings into the world for no reason other than her need to be loved and wanted, and throwing them aside when she grew bored with them. From Mars, he made Tha'hon the Deep, a nearly-mindless being of chaos and destruction, killing for only the most vague of reasons and causing disasters at her whim. From Jupiter, he made Nuigim the Unseen, a monster literally unable to understand truth or light, and neither truth nor light could understand her. And from Saturn, he made Zho'hak the Breath, a poisoned wind that killed by simply existing, with only the delusion that it was for some unknown greater purpose. What happened to Mercury is anyone's guess (ie, left to the Storyteller), but it was certainly not pleasant.
In these seven living mockeries of the Celestines, the Dark Will returned their minds-but buried under a deep sea of bestial instincts and animalistic emotions, swamping any hope of higher thought or the ability to understand the consequences of their actions, beyond that which he found most amusing. And so, he sent the seven Warped Incarnae out into the world, unknowing that is was the creatures they once loved that they devoured and massacred, and the gods unknowing that it was really their long-lost rulers that heralded the end of all. And so they continued throughout the Shattering, wandering the Wyld in a self-loathing haze, pausing only to eat the occasional raksha.
That is, until they found the World of Darkness.
(more later-tell me if I got the Celestines' inner demons wrong)