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  • Quotes that embody Exalted?

    What are your favorites?

  • #2
    I am no mere god, said utterly seriously, is always my first thought.


    A god is just a monster you kneel to. - ArcaneArts, Quoting "Fall of Gods"

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    • #3
      From Beast Wars:
      Optimus Primal: “Megatron! Don’t go in there, you don’t understand it’s power!”
      Megatron: “I am power.”

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      • #4
        No tears left to cry...

        Ariana Grande

        Triumphing over adversity


        It is a far far better thing I do than I have ever done... Sidney Carton’s last line before he goes to the guillotine to save Lucie

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        • #5
          How ‘bout some Robert E. Howard?

          When I was a fighting-man, the kettle-drums they beat;
          The people scattered gold-dust before my horse's feet;
          But now I am a great king, the people hound my track
          With poison in my wine-cup, and daggers at my back.
          —The Road of Kings

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          Under the caverned pyramids great Set coils asleep;
          Among the shadows of the tombs his dusky people creep.
          I speak the Word from the hidden gulfs that never knew the sun—
          Send me a servant for my hate, oh scaled and shining One.

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          What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?
          I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.
          The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;
          Rush in and die, dogs—I was a man before I was a king.
          —The Road Of Kings

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          They trapped the Lion on Shamu's plain;
          They weighted his limbs with an iron chain;
          They cried aloud in the trumpet-blast,
          They cried, 'The Lion is caged at last.'
          Woe to the cities of river and plain
          If ever the Lion stalks again!
          —Old Ballad

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          Gleaming shell of an outworn lie; fable of Right divine—
          You gained your crowns by heritage, but Blood was the price of mine.
          The throne that I won by blood and sweat, by Crom, I will not sell
          For promise of valleys filled with gold, or threat of the Halls of Hell!
          —The Road Of Kings

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          • #6
            We make choices everyday, some of them good, some of them bad. And - if we are strong enough - we live with the consequences.

            ****

            “And what is a man? He is someone who rises when life has knocked him down. He is someone who raises his fist to heaven when a storm has ruined his crop--and then plants again. And again. A man remains unbroken by the savage twists of fate.

            That man may never win. But when he sees himself reflected, he can be proud of what he sees. For low he may be in the present scheme of things: peasant, serf, or dispossessed. But he is unconquerable.”


            Hi, I'm JohnDoe244. My posts represent my opinions, not facts.

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            • #7

              I've always liked quotes which encapsulated the Exalted's pure power.

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              • #8
                Unfortunately, the quote that ambodies Exalted for me is an Spanish poem from the 19th century, from Jose de Espronceda, probably the best early Spanish Romantic writer, and I don´t know how the English translations express the sheer feeling of freedom and defiance against authority of the original poem.

                Canción del pirata

                Con diez cañones por banda,
                viento en popa a toda vela,
                no corta el mar, sino vuela,
                un velero bergantín;
                bajel pirata que llaman
                por su bravura el Temido
                en todo el mar conocido
                del uno al otro confín.
                La luna en el mar riela,
                en la lona gime el viento
                y alza en blando movimiento
                olas de plata y azul;
                y ve el capitán pirata,
                cantando alegre en la popa,
                Asia a un lado, al otro Europa,
                Y allá a su frente Estambul:
                - Navega, velero mío,
                sin temor
                que ni enemigo navío,
                ni tormenta, ni bonanza
                tu rumbo a torcer alcanza,
                ni a sujetar tu valor.
                Veinte presas
                hemos hecho
                a despecho
                del inglés
                y han rendido
                sus pendones
                cien naciones
                a mis pies.
                Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
                que es mi Dios la libertad;
                mi ley, la fuerza y el viento;
                mi única patria, la mar.


                Allá muevan feroz guerra
                ciegos reyes
                por un palmo más de tierra,
                que yo tengo aquí por mío
                cuanto abarca el mar bravío
                a quien nadie impuso leyes.
                Y no hay playa
                sea cualquiera,
                ni bandera
                de esplendor,
                que no sienta
                mi derecho
                y dé pecho
                a mi valor
                Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
                que es mi Dios la libertad;
                mi ley, la fuerza y el viento;
                mi única patria, la mar.


                A la voz de ¡barco viene!,
                es de ver
                cómo vira y se previene
                a todo trapo a escapar:
                que yo soy el rey del mar
                y mi furia es de temer.
                En las presas
                yo divido
                lo cogido
                por igual:
                sólo quiero
                por riqueza
                la belleza
                sin rival.
                Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
                que es mi Dios la libertad;
                mi ley, la fuerza y el viento;
                mi única patria, la mar.


                ¡Sentenciado estoy a muerte!
                Yo me río:
                no me abandone la suerte,
                y al mismo que me condena
                colgaré de alguna antena
                quizá en su propio navío.
                Y si caigo,
                ¿qué es la vida?
                Por perdida
                ya la di
                cuando el yugo
                del esclavo
                como un bravo sacudí.
                Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
                que es mi Dios la libertad;
                mi ley, la fuerza y el viento;
                mi única patria, la mar.


                Son mi música mejor
                aquilones,
                el estrépito y temblor
                de los cables sacudidos
                del negro mar los bramidos
                y el rugir de mis cañones.
                Y del trueno
                al son violento,
                y del viento,
                al rebramar,
                yo me duermo
                sosegado,
                arrullado
                por el mar.
                Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
                que es mi Dios la libertad;
                mi ley, la fuerza y el viento;
                mi única patria, la mar.



                Pirate's song

                The breeze fair aft, all sails on high,
                Ten guns on each side mounted seen,
                She does not cut the sea, but fly,
                A swiftly sailing brigantine;
                A pirate bark, the "Dreaded" name,
                For her surpassing boldness famed,
                On every sea well-known and shore,
                From side to side their boundaries o'er.
                The moon in streaks the waves illumes
                Hoarse groans the wind the rigging through;
                In gentle motion raised assumes
                The sea a silvery shade with blue;
                Whilst singing gaily on the poop
                The pirate Captain, in a group,
                Sees Europe here, there Asia lies,
                And Stamboul in the front arise.

                "Sail on, my swift one! nothing fear;
                Nor calm, nor storm, nor foeman's force,
                Shall make thee yield in thy career
                Or turn thee from thy course.
                Despite the English cruisers fleet
                We have full twenty prizes made;
                And see their flags beneath my feet
                A hundred nations laid.
                My treasure is my gallant bark,
                My only God is liberty;
                My law is might, the wind my mark,
                My country is the sea.


                "There blindly kings fierce wars maintain,
                For palms of land, when here I hold
                As mine, whose power no laws restrain,
                Whate'er the seas infold.
                Nor is there shore around whate'er,
                Or banner proud, but of my might
                Is taught the valorous proofs to bear,
                And made to feel my right.
                My treasure is my gallant bark,
                My only God is liberty;
                My law is might, the wind my mark,
                My country is the sea.


                "Look when a ship our signals ring,
                Full sail to fly how quick she's veered!
                For of the sea I am the king,
                My fury's to be feared;
                But equally with all I share
                Whate'er the wealth we take supplies;
                I only seek the matchless fair,
                My portion of the prize.
                My treasure is my gallant bark,
                My only God is liberty;
                My law is might, the wind my mark,
                My country is the sea.


                "I am condemned to die! -- I laugh;
                For, if my fates are kindly sped,
                My doomer from his own ship's staff
                Perhaps I'll hang instead.
                And if I fall, why what is life?
                For lost I gave it then as due,
                When from slavery's yoke in strife
                A rover! I withdrew.
                My treasure is my gallant bark,
                My only God is liberty;
                My law is might, the wind my mark,
                My country is the sea.


                "My music is the Northwind's roar;
                The noise when round the cable runs,
                The bellowings of the Black Sea's shore,
                And rolling of my guns.
                And as the thunders loudly sound,
                And furious the tempests rave,
                I calmly rest in sleep profound,
                So rocked upon the wave.
                My treasure is my gallant bark,
                My only God is liberty;
                My law is might, the wind my mark,
                My country is the sea.


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                • #9
                  "He's immortal. But then again, immortal just means an Exalt hasn't tried to kill it yet"


                  Are you in the market for some Martial Arts? Perhaps some custom Artifacts for your campaign?

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                  • #10
                    "It's not magic, it's talent"

                    When referring to stranger Solar feats, such as "evading" a door, creating an exceptional warhorse out of essence, or calling down a meteor from the skies.
                    Last edited by Epitome; 11-07-2019, 10:48 AM.

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                    • #11
                      If the brick-stupid guy needs to get smart to escape your imprisonment, he will get smart. Solars just keep getting better and better and better and better and better, and there's no upper boundary. In the First Age, they reached the point where they looked around them and said "What need have we for men and gods?" and realized the answer was "None" and everybody else said "Oh shit" and ganked them before they could start disassembling the world.
                      Not really. If you kill an Melee 5 Solar, you only have to do it once. Then you're done. Keeping a Larceny 5 Solar under control indefinitely is problematic -- you have to keep doing it forever, and the nature of the Solars is to excel beyond all limits. If you do it through mind control he's going to start developing Integrity Charms that make him immune to mind control. If you do it through imprisonment he's going to eventually develop a custom Charm based on Door-Evading Technique that lets him walk through walls. The Salinan Working ensures he can always learn sorcery no matter how you limit his access to information, and from there, memories of his previous lives and also the Salinan Working again ensure he can learn spells. Keeping a Solar subservient indefinitely is impossible, unless you succeed somehow in making him genuinely want to be subservient, and even then you're eventually going to get a sort of "Ruler as figurehead while the loyal general makes all the decisions because that's what's genuinely best for ruler in the general's opinion" thing.
                      https://forum.rpg.net/index.php?thre....320274/page-2

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                      • #12
                        What good is power if you cannot protect the ones you love ?

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