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  • Some more stories, of varying obscurity:

    While pursuing an agent of a Deathlord, the warrior-savant Beauty became trapped in an underground manse, the doors of which were designed only to open for the Exalted. As she attempted to escape the manse, a blood ape approached her and offered a way out. Not understanding the direness of its terms and desperate to return to her fight against the forces of Oblivion, she accepted, and became a Defiler.

    The Yozis' orders did not allow her to return to her people, however; she was sent to the opposite end of creation, 'though she quickly learned sorcery and proceeded to establish channels of communication with her former comrades, as well as with the rest of her first-age circle, who were still Solars and who she would proceed to trade gossip with. She also- enraged at what she was learning of the Yozis' plans- begun efforts to assassinate as many akuma as possible.

    She proceeded to:
    * Team up with a group of heroic mortals trying to assassinate an Akuma warlord, who proceeded to become her closest confidants.
    * Develop an ingenious combat strategy based on using massive numbers of demons as cannon fodder.
    * Gain an entirely undeserved reputation for bestiality through a series of misunderstandings
    * Piss off Malfeas by publicly killing one of his most important Akuma. The other Yozis accepted that she was just trying to steal his manses and Solar Circle grimour, and were OK with that.
    * Finally reluctantly accept that, so long as she continued to be assigned horifically evil tasks by the Yozis, her home country was probably better off without her.
    * Receive an offer from the Incarnae to lock her in a prison where she wouldn't be able to do any harm, and refuse because out of the conviction that there had to be a way to escape the Yozis' influence.
    * Win a duel against a blood-ape through clever tricks while unable to use sorcery.
    * Get an Abyssal to swear fealty to her after she accidentally saved his life.
    * Begin recreating various wonderous first-age technologies from her own memories and from ancient books uncovered by her old Eclipse circlemate, including an army of automata to send in when demons weren't good enough.
    * Kill an entire abyssal circle through clever tricks.
    * Defeat a Dawn Caste solar by using lost first-age technology and taking advantage of his unwillingness to kill her mortal allies.
    * Get appointed Governor of Denandsor.
    * Finally establish contact with her mother via her old Solar Circle.
    * Accepting her mother's suggestion that using sending huge numbers of demons to their deaths was wrong and she ought to stop, reluctantly develop new battle strategies which were still ingenious but sacrificed effectiveness for the safety of her troops.
    * Rescue a large number of people from being used by the Dowager in a ritual to destroy the world.
    * After learning the rescued people's home country refused to take them back for fear that they the Dowager had infected them with some horrific disease, make parts of Denandsor habitable and grant them to the people she'd rescued.
    * Make discoveries which would revolutionize the study of essence necrosis, if she didn't refuse to share them with anyone.
    * Piss off a group of Third Circle Demon sorcerers by refusing to share what she'd learned about essence necrosis.
    * Get banned from Hell by an alliance of Malfeas, angry Third Circles and the Ebon Dragon, who had made a deal with angry Neverborn.

    ***

    On the Eastern edge of Creation was a kingdom of sedentary (in the economic/sociological sense, not the biological one) beastfolk ruled by an elder Zenith, who during the Usurpation had slain her Eclipse circlemate in self-defense and fled into the Wyld. A scholar in that kingdom learned from a Siderial that that dead solar would soon be reborn and return for revenge, but her attempts to prepare for this- by retrieving some artifacts from a manse in the Wyld with which the queen might defeat her nemesis- were derailed by her being unexpectedly being personally ordered to organize a festival by the queen.

    When the Eclipse- now a Moonshadow- arrived seeking revenge, the scholar, accompanied by some people she had met in her festival organization, headed into the Wyld to retrieve the artifacts. On the way, all six exalted as Solars- two Twilights, an Eclipse, a Dawn and two Zeniths. By the time they arrived, the Moonshadow had the artifacts- but six Solars were able to capture her and pursuade her to abandon her vengeance and seek redemption.

    This circle of Solars then returned to the village to continue the festival.

    Over the following year the Solars generally got up to a variety of stuff heroic and mundane:
    * The new Solars slowly learned to respect and trust each other despite their differences
    * A Zenith worked to repair her family's farm, a Twilight became increasingly successful as a fashion designer and strove to perfect her craft
    * And intimidated a monster into leaving the kingdom alone
    * And dealt with various Fair Folk invasions, including a powerful Raksha who briefly turned the kingdom to Deep Wyld and another who imprisoned and impersonated one of its princesses
    * One of the Twilights adjusted to living in a farming village rather than the capital, so as to stay with her Circle
    * And attempted unsuccessfully to study thaumaturgy
    * Some of the new solars took part in (and, being Solars, won) various sporting competitions
    * The Eclipse rescued some children who got lost in the Wyld
    * The new Solars together resolved a territorial dispute with a neighboring beastfolk nation
    * And annoyed the kingdom's nobility by behaving like uncultured peasants while being national heroes and possibly rightful Princes of the Earth in training
    * And got into a 1vs5 contest over who could save the most people
    * The Eclipse got a job as a babysitter
    * One of the Zeniths got into a dispute with a traveling Twilight inventer who almost put her family out of business
    * Save Autochthonia from being invaded by a deathlord
    * The Eclipse accidentally created a bunch of imperfect copies of herself using a demesne
    * On orders from the queen, one of the Zeniths pursuaded a Raksha they had already driven from the kingdom to abandon the Church of Balor for good and become a friend to the people of Creation
    * One of the Twilights ascended to Essence 3 and was officially recognized by the queen as a fellow Prince of the Earth.

    ***

    I've also had an idea in my head of a Steven Universe/Exalted fusion where the gems are second and third circle devas and demons, but 1) Steven Universe has already been done, 2) that's probably far from the most straightforward way to do it.

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    • MLP: FIM...and the first one sounds like Dungeon Keeper Ami.

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      • Originally posted by Argonometra View Post
        MLP: FIM...and the first one sounds like Dungeon Keeper Ami.
        Yes and yes!

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        • Another obscure one:

          Thousands of years ago, there lived in Malfeas a Solar who preached a doctrine based on vague inherited memories of Creation, scraps of misunderstood knowledge picked up from the demons among whom he lived, and wishful thinking. He taught that, before the imprisonment of the Yozis corrupted them, greater demons had not ruled cruelly tyranically over lesser ones, but rather all had lived as equals with mutual kindness and respect, and demons must strive to reagain that state of peace even in their imprisonment. His visionary and inspiring doctrines won to his cause numerous first circle demons and fellow human slaves, and also a few rebellious, disillusioned or kind demons of the second circle. But in time, the Solar and all but a few his followers were discovered and slain by Lucien, and the machinations of an Endings Caste spy ensured the Solar's exaltation could be imprisoned along with those killed at the Calibration banquet.

          One demon, however, was spared from death- thought not from punishment- by order of Cecelyne; a second circle demon of extraordinary power, compassion, conviction, courage and self-control was to be forged into a hellstrider fit for the fetich soul of that endless desert, using the Abscisic Template of the Slave.

          What Cecelyne and her souls did not count on, however, was that the demon so transformed was also a master sorcerer of the Sapphire Circle, and had for centuries been carrying out careful study of the limits of sorcerous binding, the ways in which all manner of magical workings could be corrupted from within, and the working of sorcery in less-than-ideal circumstances. Even bound, each fragment of his mind which he recovered sought out and took advantage of the flaws in his binding. Having corrupted his own binding, he set about working sorcery with which to spread this corruption to other hellstriders. Having compromised the bindings of other hellstriders, worked sorcery to enable those hellstriders to communicate in manners undetectable to their wearers. And having set up such channels of communication, he preached the doctrines of the martyred Solar and told of how he would surely someday return.

          When the Jade Prison was broken, that martyr's exaltation, perhaps feeling it had unfinished business, indeed returned to Malfeas, empowering a revolutionary against the law of Cecelyne. He remembered only a little of his past lives, and correctly recognized much of what "knowledge" he did gain from them as delusions. But after his exaltation, he lead armies Lucien could not defeat and recruited allies even among the Third Circle. Before any such triumphs, however, one of his closest friends, a Heranhal, was selected for use in a hellstrider. He was soon contacted by the renegade hellstriders, and told them of his friend, who the Second Circle hellstrider recognized and the reincarnation of the martyr.

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          • (Forgive me if I've already posted this.)
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            Their war was legendary. The Dawn paladin, determined and fearless. The Midnight conqueror, sly and charismatic. Armed with sword and sorcery, these nemesis fought for dominance over their world. They warred for years.
            Then...something...went wrong, and they woke up in another age. An age of science and skyscrapers, where Essence is thin.
            The young Midnight has only one path left to ULTIMATE GREATNESS: working at MgRonalds.
            Last edited by Argonometra; 03-12-2017, 07:10 AM.

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            • Originally posted by Argonometra View Post
              (Forgive me if I've already posted this.)
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              Their war was legendary. The Dawn paladin, determined and fearless. The Midnight conqueror, sly and charismatic. Armed with sword and sorcery, these nemesis fought for dominance over their world. They warred for years.
              Then...something...went wrong, and they woke up in another age. An age of science and skyscrapers, where Essence is thin.
              The young Midnight has only one path left to ULTIMATE GREATNESS: working at MgRonalds.
              That's not a very difficult thing to deduce...

              (The Devil Is A Part-timer/Hataraku Maou-sama!)

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              • I may have done this one on the old site, but here goes anyway.

                The Realm Civil War has ended, and the forces of Malfeas have begun making their first insidious moves towards the Reclamation. Slowly but surely, demons have begun tempting all the denizens of the Blessed Isle, creating Akuma among the Dragon-Blooded nobility of the Realm and Yozi worshiping cults among the commoners. The Wyld Hunt now tracks the Realm's own people, seeking out heretics wherever they might stand, inadvertently sowing chaos throughout the Blessed Isle. In this dark time, a Dusk Caste wanders the Blessed Isle alone, mercilessly slaying any demons or Akuma that cross his path. The Dusk Caste, a former mercenary of the Realm Civil War, seeks the ones spearheading the Reclamation: a Circle of Green Sun Princes whom the Malfeans see as gods. While those who fight alongside him have their own goals in the fight against the Reclamation, the Abyssal only seeks one thing: to slay his former commander and the newest member of the Infernal Circle.


                "Oh boys! Look what I got here!"
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                • Originally posted by dreamking89 View Post
                  I may have done this one on the old site, but here goes anyway.

                  The Realm Civil War has ended, and the forces of Malfeas have begun making their first insidious moves towards the Reclamation. Slowly but surely, demons have begun tempting all the denizens of the Blessed Isle, creating Akuma among the Dragon-Blooded nobility of the Realm and Yozi worshiping cults among the commoners. The Wyld Hunt now tracks the Realm's own people, seeking out heretics wherever they might stand, inadvertently sowing chaos throughout the Blessed Isle. In this dark time, a Dusk Caste wanders the Blessed Isle alone, mercilessly slaying any demons or Akuma that cross his path. The Dusk Caste, a former mercenary of the Realm Civil War, seeks the ones spearheading the Reclamation: a Circle of Green Sun Princes whom the Malfeans see as gods. While those who fight alongside him have their own goals in the fight against the Reclamation, the Abyssal only seeks one thing: to slay his former commander and the newest member of the Infernal Circle.
                  In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law? Is it like the hand of God hovering above? At least it is true that man has no control; even over his own will.

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                  • Originally posted by Mockery View Post

                    In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law? Is it like the hand of God hovering above? At least it is true that man has no control; even over his own will.
                    "But... this is my will..."

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                    • Originally posted by dreamking89 View Post
                      I may have done this one on the old site, but here goes anyway.

                      The Realm Civil War has ended, and the forces of Malfeas have begun making their first insidious moves towards the Reclamation. Slowly but surely, demons have begun tempting all the denizens of the Blessed Isle, creating Akuma among the Dragon-Blooded nobility of the Realm and Yozi worshiping cults among the commoners. The Wyld Hunt now tracks the Realm's own people, seeking out heretics wherever they might stand, inadvertently sowing chaos throughout the Blessed Isle. In this dark time, a Dusk Caste wanders the Blessed Isle alone, mercilessly slaying any demons or Akuma that cross his path. The Dusk Caste, a former mercenary of the Realm Civil War, seeks the ones spearheading the Reclamation: a Circle of Green Sun Princes whom the Malfeans see as gods. While those who fight alongside him have their own goals in the fight against the Reclamation, the Abyssal only seeks one thing: to slay his former commander and the newest member of the Infernal Circle.
                      I've never even seen Berserk, but it's still the first thing I thought of from what I know of it =/


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                      • So, still no guesses what that one was?

                        Anyway, another obscure one:

                        In the wake of a terrible catastrophe, twelve teenaged Exalted have fled the devastated Blessed Isle to the far West, Exalted, and proceeded to become involved in various quests. Among these young Exalted is our hero, a shy writer of romance fiction and erotica now unexpectedly Chosen of Serenity but unfamiliar with her role. It comes to pass that this Sidereal confronts a Third Circle Demon who has been terrorizing a section of the Bordermarches, and this is where our story begins.

                        The demon tells our hero that the catastrophe goes far beyond what she knows; Fate and its Loom have failed catastrophically, and only the power of the demon tenuously holds back the utter dissolution of Creation. She says (and this demon cannot lie) that she can get the Loom working again- for a price:

                        1) The Sidereal must play matchmaker, getting all her friends into relationships with each other.
                        2) The Sidereal must leave herself 'til last- although she loves the Zenith-Caste Solar who has become the leader of their band of adventurers, she must not pursue him until each of their other companions is in a relationship.
                        3) The Sidereal must do this without reshaping the destinies of those she is matchmaking.
                        4) The Sidereal must tell no-one of this deal until it is fulfilled.

                        And so she goes about trying to matchmake her friends. Their leader (her crush) notices and officially puts her in charge of relationship stuff, saying he was sick of people wasting his time with it. A Water-Aspect Dragon-Blooded declares that, before our hero has gotten everyone a lover, he will have gotten everyone a rival. The other Sidereal in the group, an Endings caste, complains about people wasting time with relationships when the fate of creation is at stake; for she has discovered that the Loom of Fate is malfunctioning and that reality is on the brink of dissolution, and though she is searching in the Saigoth gate and in the dreams of Sacheverel she can find no solution.

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                        • The fanfic Herding Cats, I think. (Hello, fellow troper!)

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                          He failed. The plan was so simple- raze his casino to the ground, collect the insurance money, and retire with his beloved wife. One last brilliant gamble, to cap off a lifetime of them.
                          He never meant for his friends to be caught in the fire. He never wanted them to die.
                          But amid the smoking ruins of his home...someone...appears, and offers the man a second chance. Exaltation- immortality- time. Time enough that he could meet his victims' next incarnations, and tell them how very sorry he is.
                          It's not free, of course. The burning shard demands Essence in exchange for life. Over and over, the man re-enacts bloody rituals, torments the innocent, lures in prey to feed the hellfire of his soul.
                          He does so gladly. Even pain is a form of remembrance, after all. No one will ever forget his crimes- not even him. Though ages may flow by, his heart remains unchanged- just as hurt and ashamed and foolish as it was on that fatal day.
                          He will see his friends again. No matter the cost.

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