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aetherialDawn
2014-07-07, 05:28 AM
Just a little something I did... For every Caste of every Exaltation, I have made a Sutra Scripture to represent them.

As a bonus, I also have two sutras scriptures for each of the Five Reclamation Yozis - one of how they see themselves, and one of how the gods see them! No Kimbery or Szoreny, I'm afraid.

Are there more you'd like to see? Let me know and I might just make some more!


Solars

Once, there was a maiden...
...who fought and fought...
...and fought and fought...
...and on the day of victory, had forgotten what she fought for, so she turned around.
She saw soldiers and farmers, children and dreamers, and remembered.
"Leadership is greatness," said the Maiden of Dawn.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who roared and sobbed,
and smashed temples and slew gods,
for they had all betrayed her.
She turned to see people crying, for they had trusted her.
She picked up a stone, and started building a new temple.
"Leadership is faith," said the Maiden of Noon.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who sat in libraries and prisons,
and spoke with kings and peasants,
and insulted everyone she met.
She turned around, and saw that everyone was too afraid to look up.
So she gave them back their dignity, and pointed to a beautiful thing to lift their eyes.
"Leadership is inspiration," said the Maiden of Sunset.
Once, there was a maiden...
...whose parents were dead.
But she worked and worked, until danger could not reach her, and no-one could find her.
But she saw a small boy being threatened, and put herself in front of the blade anyway.
"Leadership is protection," said the Maiden of Night.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who traveled earth and sea,
and who saw all the things of the world,
and could not discover how to make them fit together.
So she turned to each, and asked them to fit themselves together. When they did, she smiled.
"Leadership is harmony," said the Maiden of All.

Lunars

Once, there was a maiden...
...who could not defend his people,
and could not conquer her foes,
and could not raise a nation.
So, he took up a plow and began farming,
and kings and queens begged her for his crops.
"Change is victory," said the Bright Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who became bored with the world,
and retreated to paint the things she imagined instead.
He came back outside one day,
and saw that her paintings were terrible and the world had moved on,
so he smiled and learned to sing instead.
"Change is beauty," said the Veiled Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who could not read,
and sat in a library crying,
for he knew nothing of the world.
So she went outside, and walked the paths of cities and wilderness,
and learned how to write new truths instead.
"Change is wisdom," said the Hidden Maiden.

Sidereals

Once, there was not a maiden...
...who grew bored with doing nothing, and decided to be born.
So she gathered her sisters, and brought them along,
and said it had to be done.
They all walked together, even when they took different paths,
and found what they did not seek.
"Destiny is change," said the Traveling Maiden.
Once, there was not a maiden...
...who wanted friends, and decided to be born.
So she gathered her sisters, and helped them get friends too,
and said it had to be done.
They never left each other, even when they turned their backs,
and loved what they did not know.
"Destiny is connection," said the Serene Maiden.
Once, there was not a maiden...
...who found a reason to argue, and decided to be born.
So she gathered her sisters, and turned many paths into one,
and said it had to be done.
They were always of one mind, even when they sought different ends,
and were never defeated.
"Destiny is survival," said the Victorious Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who saw things differently, and decided to be born again.
Since she could not be born twice, she gathered her sisters,
and snuck through with them,
because she knew it had to be done.
She kept secrets when she wrote, and kept secrets when she slept,
and even re-wrote her own story.
"Destiny is," said Jupiter.
Once, there was not a maiden...
...who had finished her work, and decided to be born.
So she gathered her sisters, and helped them finish too,
and said it had to be done.
They were always happy together, even when they all lost what was dearest,
because they had each other.
"Destiny is resolution," said the Sorrowful Maiden.

Dragonblooded

Once, there was a maiden...
...who supported forests and felt fire,
and watched the wind and the waves,
and smiled as the people forgot her.
She did the same things always, and saw that so did everyone else,
so she went home and stayed there.
"Life is stability," said the Solid Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who breathed and drank,
and climbed over stones and logs,
and laughed as everyone watched her.
She listened to her heart, and saw that so did everyone else,
so she took her love by the hand to explore.
"Life is passion," said the Burning Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who listened in the rain and in caves,
and tended flowers and hearth,
and cried because no-one understood her.
She made a plan, and saw that so did everyone else,
so she walked up and explained herself.
"Life is thought," said the Flighty Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who wore a cloak of stones and wind,
and held a staff of oak with a lantern,
and sighed because it had to be so.
She traded at market, and saw that so did everyone else,
so she did as others and made them do what she did.
"Life is compromise," said the Flowing Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who needed sunshine and breezes,
and needed water and soil,
and shaped them all.
She moved them around, and saw that so did everyone else,
so she smiled and did as she pleased.
"Life is just life," said the Growing Maiden.

Abyssals

Once, there was a maiden...
...who died in the depths of the desert.
She had fled war and strife,
and sunk into darkness...
...But she looked back up,
and felt rage at the light,
and carried death at the tip of a spear.
"I rise to have vengeance," said the Maiden of Dusk.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who died in the dark ocean's depths.
She had taken her own life,
too uncertain of the future to bear life.
In the certainty of death,
she found her place at last,
and carried death into the hearts of many.
"I rise to spread my despair," said the Maiden of Midnight.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who died at the edge of a swamp.
She had been exploring,
but never finished the journey,
and died with so much unanswered.
She stood at the edge of death,
and in order to reach the center of the swamp,
carried death into the unexplored places.
"I rise to see another day," said the Maiden of Daybreak.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who died in an alley.
She did nothing to deserve it,
and could not bear the fear of darkness.
She fled darkness,
even knowing that she carried it behind her,
and left death behind her to placate it.
"I rise to flee my fate," said the Maiden of Day.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who died on her throne.
Her own sister had slain her,
to free her nation and her people,
but it was not to be.
She stood up bleeding,
and gathered her blood like a cloak,
and heard nightmares and accusations,
and wrote death into the laws themselves.
"I rise to punish the original crime," said the Maiden of Void.

Alchemicals

Once, there was a maiden...
...who was better than anyone else,
and looked back to see the people she had left behind.
So she brought back the things she had learned,
and led them to a mountain,
and they built something wonderful together.
"Duty is glory," said the Golden Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who could not choose her face,
and looked around to see the people who could.
So she found the ones who lied like she did,
and made them tell the truth,
and could show them whatever face she wanted.
"Duty is life," said the Silver Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who cursed and swore,
and made vows to everyone she met.
No-one believed her, so she showed them her thoughts,
and they told her to do it herself,
so she did and they thanked her for it.
"Duty is success," said the Steel Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who nobody bowed to,
and had to bow to everyone.
So she did her work with others like herself,
and loved them for doing it,
and everyone loved her back.
"Duty is unity," said the Stone Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who knew what crime was,
and had to face it every day.
So she took the ones she could,
and taught them how to be better,
and dreamed about fixing everything.
"Duty is rectitude," said the Dark Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who nobody followed,
and nobody saw,
and nobody thanked,
and nobody loved,
and nobody learned from.
"Duty is faith," whispered the Crystal Maiden.

Infernals

Once, there was a maiden...
...who was bullied and hated,
and who could do naught but surrender,
and took up the powers of Hell.
She looked up at her King,
who bullied and hated her,
and who bid her surrender.
"But one day I shall be King," thought the Strong Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who could find no justice or mercy,
and who could do naught but give up,
and took up the powers of Hell.
She looked up at her Judge,
who had no justice or mercy,
and who bid her give up.
"But one day I shall be Judge," thought the Just Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who could find no sense or love,
and who could do naught but rage,
and took up the powers of Hell.
She looked up at her Teacher,
who had no sense or love,
and who bid her rage.
"But one day I shall be Teacher," thought the Wise Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who could find no harmony or meaning,
and who could do naught but desire,
and took up the powers of Hell.
She looked up at her Freedom,
who had no harmony or meaning,
and who bid her desire.
"But one day I shall be Freedom," thought the Chainless Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who could find no good or joy,
and who could do naught but despair,
and took up the powers of Hell.
She looked up at her Nemesis,
who had no good or joy,
and who bid her despair.
"But one day I shall be Myself," thought the Unbowed Maiden

Liminals

Once, there was a maiden...
...who felt need, and would do anything to claim for it.
She made a business, but her jade was not enough.
She built a castle, but her armies were not enough.
She took a nation, but her subjects were not enough.
At last, she tore open the door of death,
to seize life, for that would at least be enough.
"But I am not yours to take," said the one who came through.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who knew more than most,
but could not bear the knowing,
and so set out to disprove herself.
But preaching false things did not change the truth,
so she turned to changing the truth.
At last, she tore open the door of death,
as her last attempt to be wrong.
"But I am not that truth," said the one who came through.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who sought vengeance.
She brought her enemies low,
and slew them on the battlefield,
but yet did not have the vengeance she wanted.
She tore open the door of death,
so that she could chase her foes even past that.
"But I am not that person," said the one who came through.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who knew so little of the world,
that she wished to know more.
Many told her that she was wise,
but she could always ask a new question,
one she could not yet answer.
She tore open the door of death,
just to see what was on the other side.
"But I am not an answer," said the one who came through.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who fought a mighty tyrant,
for she thought that that one's death would free her.
But instead, she found that the chains wrapped tighter,
and now she was just a tyrant too,
and she could not be free.
She tore open the door of death,
to beg the tyrant to take his chains.
"But I am not the past," said the one who came through.

The Yozis
as seen by themselves

Once, there was a maiden...
...whose heart was broken,
but she hid her pain, and pretended she was angry,
and couldn't kill herself.
She burned herself, and cut herself, and smashed herself,
and hated herself, and hurt everyone else.
"Rightness is strength," screamed the Hateful Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who saw her libraries burned,
and her laws twisted, and her words mocked,
and couldn't save anything.
So she burned libraries, and twisted laws, and mocked words,
and tried to find out what the rules were now.
"Rightness is strength," declared the Capricious Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who tried everything she could,
and saw everything break down, and knew it was worse than she ever thought,
and knew she had let it happen.
She begged and she pleaded, but they rubbed the worst of it in her eyes,
and her nose, and her mouth, and her wounds.
"Rightness is strength," sobbed the Precise Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who protected her children,
and died when they killed her, and watched them die to her enemies,
and couldn't understand it.
So she shrugged and found new things to do, and outran her tears and her joys,
and realized she didn't have to worry.
"Rightness is strength," mused the Silent Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who made her worst enemy,
and taunted them, and tormented them,
and made everything they loved worse.
So they didn't kill her, and treated her better than anyone else,
and then showed her that they could made things worse than she had.
"Rightness is not," cackled the Laughing Maiden.

The Yozis
as seen by the gods

Once, there was a maiden...
...who made everyone dance on strings,
and blamed them when she was no longer the best dancer,
and smashed people and puppets alike.
The puppets asked why, but she didn't answer,
because she preferred to be right.
So the puppets pushed her away, and made better dances,
and she pretended their dances were terrible.
"Rightness is strength," screamed the Hateful Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who put a price on justice,
and on life, and love, and truth,
and called it charity when she killed.
Her debtors showed her what was wrong, but she charged them for that,
because she preferred to be right.
So the debtors pushed her away, and made better justice,
and she pretended that they were criminals.
"Rightness is strength," declared the Capricious Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who knew nothing and everything,
and decided her thoughts were truth,
and taught everyone that they were wrong.
Her students proved new things, and she burned the students,
and the proofs, and the very things they had proven,
because she preferred to be right.
So the students pushed her away, and made better schools,
and she pretended that she had left them behind.
"Rightness is strength," sobbed the Precise Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who harmed everyone around her,
and knew that everything she touched died,
and made children so that she could protect them from herself.
Her children cried for safety, so she killed them,
because she preferred to be right.
So her children pushed her away, and loved their own children,
and she pretended that her killing was love.
"Rightness is strength," mused the Silent Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who claimed that everything was lies,
so she made a truth so that people could turn away from it,
but they trusted each other and made wonders together.
She lied and said their virtues were lies too,
because she preferred to be right.
So the heroes pushed her away, and brought good as well as evil,
and she pretended it was all lies.
"Rightness is not," cackled the Laughing Maiden.

The Neverborn

Once, there was a maiden...
...but not anymore.
She loved her own name, and was afraid of losing it,
and was right, because it was stolen from her,
so she died.
"Justice is death," dreamed the Dead Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...but not anymore.
She had watched her children grow, and bid them be quiet,
so she could think, but they shouted too loudly,
so she died.
"Peace is death," dreamed the Dead Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...but not anymore.
She loved the winter and summer, and spring and fall,
and knew every answer, but students cheated her tests,
so she died.
"Truth is death," dreamed the Dead Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...but not anymore.
She walked with a woman in yellow, and smelled a beautiful flower,
but the flower became chains, and the yellow woman watched,
so she died.
"Freedom is death," dreamed the Dead Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...but not anymore.
She put lights in the sky, and petals on flowers,
and babies in mothers, and wrote beautiful music,
so she died.
"All is death," dreamed the Dead Maiden.

The Celestial Incarna
The Unconquered Sun
Once, there was a light...
...which shone in deep darkness,
but was not smothered.
It pierced clouds and hearts alike,
racing into the sky in a brilliant flare,
and leaving a path for all to follow.
"I can show you the way," said the Unconquered Sun.
Once, there was a father...
...who was a father and yet had no son,
and was convinced that this should not be.
He tore open the most beautiful things,
so that only beauty was left.
He tore open the most powerful things,
so that only power was left.
And he tore open his own heart,
so that his creation would be of his own nature.
"LET THERE BE LIGHT," said Theion.
Once, there was a virtuous god...
...who gazed upon a world that deserved more,
and saw that those who had created grace were vile,
and saw that those who lived in vileness had grace.
He had been forged to be perfect,
and spread this to the world,
by the spears of his heroes,
so that the vile would recieve vileness,
and that the graceful would live in grace.
"Let my duty now be only Virtue," said the Four-Armed Exemplar.
Once, there was a victorious rebel...
...who had cast down every king,
and shattered every law, and broken every throne.
He stood amongst the fragments of war,
and knew the price of what he had sought.
He did not despair,
for what was broken could be repaired,
and he created a new throne,
so that life could bloom anew.
"Let my light bless all the world," said the King of Heaven.
Once, there was a son...
...who shone with glories his father did not expect,
and felt with passions his father did not accept,
and knew that he would bring tragedy,
most of all to those who loved him.
Still he cast down the creators and destroyers,
for they were one and the same,
and he could see their lack of virtue plainly.
But when he saw in his own children the same crimes,
those he had cast down creators for,
those he had condemned his own father for,
he turned his face.
"Perhaps I was only my father's son after all," whispered Sol.
The Argent Madonna
In the sky tonight
Hangs the nightmare monster but
It is beautiful
Once, there was a mother...
...who had not meant to have children,
but was a mother, and so she did.
She could not bear to stay still,
and so she carried her children with her,
but her sisters and brothers were saddened,
for she brought beauty in her footsteps.
They begged her not to go,
so that their home would always have her beauty.
"But what is there for me here?" said Gaia.
Once, there was nothing...
...because it was impossible that it be otherwise.
But deep within impossibilities,
one monsterhero stood above all.
She had seduced, betrayed, killed,
tricked, allied, and consumed,
and made himself possible,
since that was impossible,
and thus in her nature.
"Nothing will understand all of me," said the Unsung Victor.
Once, there was a mystery...
...who had but one true love,
and had brought pain to that love,
for the sake of his family.
She stood amongst the fragments of war,
and knew the price of what he had sought.
She did not despair,
for he cared still for her love,
and he stood against her family,
for love was stronger than their will.
"My love's kin will die no more!" said the Chthonic Baara.
Once, there was a lover...
...who had given in to violence and pride,
and had chosen family over love,
and then love over family,
never knowing what he should be.
She could be anything, he would be anything,
but only scraps were left,
a faint echo of lover and beloved.
No longer did the Emerald Mother follow the moon,
no longer did the Argent Madonna dance with the world,
but she could not leave the throne he had built,
and so she shed tears alone.
"Gaia, come back to me, for I cannot follow," cried Luna.

The Fallen Races

Once, there was a maiden...
...who knew not her purpose,
so she sought to build one,
for she knew that her creator did so.
From her came a people,
and those people found solace in building,
but they did not find a purpose.
"Could we be more?" said the Maiden Rising From the Mountain.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who was many, but in harmony with herself,
for each of her was whole and true.
But others feared what she might do,
for not even one of her could say,
not knowing the answer herself.
She was shattered and bound,
and watched as she was made into more of herself,
and thus fell out of harmony, becoming less.
"Can I ever be the same?" said the Maiden Cast Under the Mountain.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who saw what was best in life,
and dedicated herself to following it,
for she knew that she would live again.
She sought something higher than life,
for she knew she had enough of that to spare,
and thought Virtue might be enough.
"I want to shine," said the Maiden Atop the Pyramid.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who could not remember her name,
or her people, or her family.
She walked in a world shrouded by fog,
or perhaps she was only going blind.
She died many times,
becoming lessened with each death.
"Am I slipping through my own fingers?" said the Maiden Half-Asleep.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who thought herself glorious,
for she saw that her mother was glorious,
and inherited everything from her.
She was given gifts and loved by all,
and hungered for more,
but only to better thank her mother,
from whom she knew the gifts to come.
"I want for nothing," said the Satisfied Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who had been left for dead,
and had not a coin to her name.
She turned to banditry,
stealing from those who had taken everything,
stealing from those who she had ignored.
Now they ignored her,
for they forgot whence came their champions,
who were modeled on the lost princess.
"All that you have is mine by right," said the Starving Maiden.

Lord Raziere
2014-07-07, 05:47 AM
......Odd I think I actually understand the Castes better somehow....yeah, see more of this, I would indeed like to.

aetherialDawn
2014-07-10, 04:59 AM
Separating the Abyssal Castes from their Neverborn Patrons...

The scriptures (I was wrong before in calling them sutras, whoops) already up are for the patrons.
For the castes themselves...

Once, there was a maiden...
...who died in the depths of the desert.
She had fled war and strife,
and sunk into darkness...
...But she looked back up,
and felt rage at the light,
and carried death at the tip of a spear.
"I rise for vengeance," said the Maiden of Dusk.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who died in the dark ocean's depths.
She had taken her own life,
too uncertain of the future to bear life.
In the certainty of death,
she found her place at last,
and carried death into the hearts of many.
"I rise for despair," said the Maiden of Midnight.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who died at the edge of a swamp.
She had been exploring,
but never finished the journey,
and died with so much unanswered.
She stood at the edge of death,
and in order to reach the center of the swamp,
carried death into the unexplored places.
"I rise to see another day," said the Maiden of Daybreak.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who died in an alley.
She did nothing to deserve it,
and could not bear the fear of darkness.
She fled darkness,
even knowing that she carried it behind her,
and left death behind her to placate it.
"I rise to flee my fate," said the Maiden of Day.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who died on her throne.
Her own sister had slain her,
to free her nation and her people,
but it was not to be.
She stood up bleeding,
and gathered her blood like a cloak,
and heard nightmares and accusations,
and wrote death into the laws themselves.
"I rise to punish the original crime," said the Maiden of Void.

I'll put these in the original post shortly.

SiuiS
2014-07-11, 12:35 AM
Fantastic! Saved!

aetherialDawn
2014-07-14, 02:15 AM
Yet more!
People aren't making requests, so I'm more or less doing whatever pops into my head here.
Make some requests! :smallbiggrin:

THE UNCONQUERED SUN
Once, there was a light...
...which shone in deep darkness,
but was not smothered.
It pierced clouds and hearts alike,
racing into the sky in a brilliant flare,
and leaving a path for all to follow.
"I can show you the way," said the Unconquered Sun.
Once, there was a father...
...who was a father and yet had no son,
and was convinced that this should not be.
He tore open the most beautiful things,
so that only beauty was left.
He tore open the most powerful things,
so that only power was left.
And he tore open his own heart,
so that his creation would be of his own nature.
"LET THERE BE LIGHT," said Theion.
Once, there was a virtuous god...
...who gazed upon a world that deserved more,
and saw that those who had created grace were vile,
and saw that those who lived in vileness had grace.
He had been forged to be perfect,
and spread this to the world,
by the spears of his heroes,
so that the vile would recieve vileness,
and that the graceful would live in grace.
"Let my duty now be only Virtue," said the Four-Armed Exemplar.
Once, there was a victorious rebel...
...who had cast down every king,
and shattered every law, and broken every throne.
He stood amongst the fragments of war,
and knew the price of what he had sought.
He did not despair,
for what was broken could be repaired,
and he created a new throne,
so that life could bloom anew.
"Let my light bless all the world," said the King of Heaven.
Once, there was a son...
...who shone with glories his father did not expect,
and felt with passions his father did not accept,
and knew that he would bring tragedy,
most of all to those who loved him.
Still he cast down the creators and destroyers,
for they were one and the same,
and he could see their lack of virtue plainly.
But when he saw in his own children the same crimes,
those he had cast down creators for,
those he had condemned his own father for,
he turned his face.
"Perhaps I was only my father's son after all," whispered Sol.

Once more, I'll also edit these into the original post.

EDIT: Oh, and in case the awesome thing wasn't clear...
The History of Harmony (Eclipse) is what a Solars game may well be writing... :smallsmile:

Requiem_Jeer
2014-07-14, 01:07 PM
Oh god the feels. New headcanon ahoy!

What can you do with the listed Liminal Aspects?

aetherialDawn
2014-07-15, 07:26 AM
Well, it took a bit of research, and what we know of the castes is limited.

I will warn you now - as we find out more about the castes, I might have to change these to account for a fuller understanding of the nature of the Liminal Aspects...


Now with all that disclaimer business aside, here's the fun bit from what we DO know!

Once, there was a maiden...
...who felt need, and would do anything to claim for it.
She made a business, but her jade was not enough.
She built a castle, but her armies were not enough.
She took a nation, but her subjects were not enough.
At last, she tore open the door of death,
to seize life, for that would at least be enough.
"But I am not yours to take," said the one who came through.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who knew more than most,
but could not bear the knowing,
and so set out to disprove herself.
But preaching false things did not change the truth,
so she turned to changing the truth.
At last, she tore open the door of death,
as her last attempt to be wrong.
"But I am not that truth," said the one who came through.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who sought vengeance.
She brought her enemies low,
and slew them on the battlefield,
but yet did not have the vengeance she wanted.
She tore open the door of death,
so that she could chase her foes even past that.
"But I am not that person," said the one who came through.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who knew so little of the world,
that she wished to know more.
Many told her that she was wise,
but she could always ask a new question,
one she could not yet answer.
She tore open the door of death,
just to see what was on the other side.
"But I am not an answer," said the one who came through.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who fought a mighty tyrant,
for she thought that that one's death would free her.
But instead, she found that the chains wrapped tighter,
and now she was just a tyrant too,
and she could not be free.
She tore open the door of death,
to beg the tyrant to take his chains.
"But I am not the past," said the one who came through.

With all that, I feel the need to make a comment on why the scriptures are slightly different, then ramble a bit...
What I've researched tells me that the Liminals are supposed to be Exalted who are defined by the world, rather than defining it. Hence why the maiden in their scriptures is not them, but their creator. Similarly, as Liminals are partly about their search for self-definition, they cannot say what they are, only what they are not. (Or rather, once a Liminal can say what they are with confidence, they've transcended the state their existence places them in.)
Personally, I'm somewhat skeptical of the move as being a good idea. I do like the implication that it will make them fit more easily into mixed circles, but unfortunately I can find a good complaint there too - mixed circles are sufficiently cool that they should just be a thing all Exalted get (all characters, if possible - I'd love to see a setting more conductive to heroic elementals and demons! But that is, perhaps, over-optimistic. On the other hand, Exigents are a great move in that direction...)

I think that the force behind the Liminals is interesting, as is the codifying of Liminals having a 'place' as guardians of the border between life and death (although they can go other places, of course.) The existence of such a place is one of the key things that makes Alchemicals great. However, Alchemicals are great because of having many such great things within their concept-space, and I worry that Liminals have too few interesting things.

On the other hand, I'm super-optimistic for Exigents. Maybe all my concerns with Liminals can be easily handled by imagining them as Exigents of their mysterious Dark Mother? Who knows.

Urpriest
2014-07-15, 07:25 PM
Care to do some scriptures for the fallen races? (Or Raksha even?)

aetherialDawn
2014-07-15, 09:09 PM
Care to do some scriptures for the fallen races? (Or Raksha even?)

I can definitely do Mountain Folk and Dragon Kings... Are there any other fallen races you'd want to see? I would need to be told specifically so that I can look them up. Do Lintha count, for example?

As for Raksha... I suppose it's possible. It would be easy for Raksha as written, since those are neither complicated nor infinite - but then, are any Raksha that can be condensed into a Scripture like that really Raksha? :smalltongue:

(In the meantime, maybe I ought to try Luna. She's going to be harder than the Sun, though...)

Urpriest
2014-07-15, 11:44 PM
I can definitely do Mountain Folk and Dragon Kings... Are there any other fallen races you'd want to see? I would need to be told specifically so that I can look them up. Do Lintha count, for example?

Those were the two I was thinking of. I guess Lintha would be cool as well, they don't seem to get mentioned as much.



As for Raksha... I suppose it's possible. It would be easy for Raksha as written, since those are neither complicated nor infinite - but then, are any Raksha that can be condensed into a Scripture like that really Raksha? :smalltongue:


You'd probably inspire a meschlum post at any rate.

aetherialDawn
2014-07-16, 02:09 AM
The Fallen Races! Specifically, the Mountain Folk, the Dragon Kings, and the Lintha.

I don't think these scriptures work quite as well as the Exalted do, because the three groups are held together by ancestry rather than by nature alone - to try and condense only their nature into a scripture loses some of their nature, but to do otherwise lacks that spark of revelation that some of the other scriptures can create.
Nevertheless, I hope that you enjoy what these scriptures can show - and the Lintha - Now one is particularly interesting, I think...
Once, there was a maiden...
...who knew not her purpose,
so she sought to build one,
for she knew that her creator did so.
From her came a people,
and those people found solace in building,
but they did not find a purpose.
"Could we be more?" said the Maiden Rising From the Mountain.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who was many, but in harmony with herself,
for each of her was whole and true.
But others feared what she might do,
for not even one of her could say,
not knowing the answer herself.
She was shattered and bound,
and watched as she was made into more of herself,
and thus fell out of harmony, becoming less.
"Can I ever be the same?" said the Maiden Cast Under the Mountain.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who saw what was best in life,
and dedicated herself to following it,
for she knew that she would live again.
She sought something higher than life,
for she knew she had enough of that to spare,
and thought Virtue might be enough.
"I want to shine," said the Maiden Atop the Pyramid.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who could not remember her name,
or her people, or her family.
She walked in a world shrouded by fog,
or perhaps she was only going blind.
She died many times,
becoming lessened with each death.
"Am I slipping through my own fingers?" said the Maiden Half-Asleep.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who thought herself glorious,
for she saw that her mother was glorious,
and inherited everything from her.
She was given gifts and loved by all,
and hungered for more,
but only to better thank her mother,
from whom she knew the gifts to come.
"I want for nothing," said the Satisfied Maiden.
Once, there was a maiden...
...who had been left for dead,
and had not a coin to her name.
She turned to banditry,
stealing from those who had taken everything,
stealing from those who she had ignored.
Now they ignored her,
for they forgot whence came their champions,
who were modeled on the lost princess.
"All that you have is mine by right," said the Starving Maiden.


The Lintha are the original beings on whom Autochthon modeled the Exalted. Odd, is it not, that they are seen as mere pirates when they are perhaps the beings most likely to produce the same infinite potential as the Exalted possess? Demons and Devas only express aspects of their patrons, Gods are largely defined by their place, mortals alone have infinite variation but limited power, Elementals are beings of potential and power but limited in their comparative simplicity...
But the Lintha, the Lintha are a race of mortals, with all the ambitions, potential, and surprises of mortals, but nonetheless pulsing with the bequeathed power of a Primordial. The very least they are, is to be to the Infernal Exalted as Half-Castes are to the Celestials. But unlike Half-Castes, they breed true and have a large population already - if they had reason and infrastructure, they might well be a challenge for the Realm. If they had champions, support, and a cause beyond that... Who knows what they could be capable of - besides the Solars who saw the Dragon-blooded they had ignored for so long rise up and cast out the God-Kings of the world?

I must admit, writing the Lintha - Now scripture gave me a new respect for them. They're not just bloodline-obsessed cannibal-pirates... They were once the living, breathing models for the Exalted themselves.



Feel free to submit more suggestions, but I think I'll be trying to handle Luna next! Luna is sure to be interesting, since part of her nature is to defy classification.

EDIT: I have Luna's scriptures, I think. Just running them past some people for second opinions. As with the sun, this will be a set of five scriptures - The Nature of the Moon, and then Histories of Darkness, Shining, Brilliance, and Fading. What would Luna's fifth history be, once it is written? Balance?
If you've had a game where something fun happened to Luna, let me know how it turned out! If you haven't, well, maybe you'll have reason to soon! :smalltongue:

EDIT TWO: As ought to be expected, the Nature of the Moon is rather difficult to encompass. I'm still working on that one.

EDIT THREE: Aaaaand it's Luna!
The Argent Madonna
In the sky tonight
Hangs the nightmare monster but
It is beautiful
Once, there was a mother...
...who had not meant to have children,
but was a mother, and so she did.
She could not bear to stay still,
and so she carried her children with her,
but her sisters and brothers were saddened,
for she brought beauty in her footsteps.
They begged her not to go,
so that their home would always have her beauty.
"But what is there for me here?" said Gaia.
Once, there was nothing...
...because it was impossible that it be otherwise.
But deep within impossibilities,
one monsterhero stood above all.
She had seduced, betrayed, killed,
tricked, allied, and consumed,
and made himself possible,
since that was impossible,
and thus in her nature.
"Nothing will understand all of me," said the Unsung Victor.
Once, there was a mystery...
...who had but one true love,
and had brought pain to that love,
for the sake of his family.
She stood amongst the fragments of war,
and knew the price of what he had sought.
She did not despair,
for he cared still for her love,
and he stood against his family,
for love was stronger than their will.
"My love's kin will die no more!" said the Chthonic Baara.
Once, there was a lover...
...who had given in to violence and pride,
and had chosen family over love,
and then love over family,
never knowing what she should be.
He could be anything, she would be anything,
but only scraps were left,
a faint echo of lover and beloved.
No longer did the Emerald Mother follow the moon,
no longer did the Argent Madonna dance with the world,
but he could not leave the throne she had built,
and so he shed tears alone.
"Gaia, come back to me, for I cannot follow," cried Luna.