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Hell Hath No Fury (Quest)
And so it was that the Yozis gathered to themselves the power of Exaltation, and through it rose up mighty Princes tainted by Emerald Fire to reclaim Creation in their name...
You jerk awake suddenly, forcefully torn from a strange, powerful dream of shining god-kings gone mad with power. The light of the Green Sun filters through the glass dome above you, bathing you in its radiance and glory as you recline upon a pile of silken cushions, a half-empty cup clenched in one clawed hand. Your good eye - not the one stolen from you by those traitorous Dragon-Blooded before you Exalted, now covered with a viridian and bronze sash - peers around the grandly appointed chamber. Long fingers reach out and pull on a tasseled cord, ringing a nearby bell and summoning a voluptuous neomah vassal to cater to your whims. Holding out your goblet, the servant decants a vibrant, brilliantly-colored liquid into it, one that dances and bubbles elegantly, almost harmoniously. Swirling it around to admire its prismatic hues, you tilt it back and swallow, tasting a flood of impossibly rich flavors - chalcanth. An angyalka, too. Delicious.
Rising, you toss the goblet aside and stride to the entrance of your palatial brass-and-copper mansion, throwing the doors wide and gazing upon the landscape before you situated upon this layer of Malfeas. All around demons walk, laboring, trading, hiding, or even relaxing among Ligier's poisonous rays. It is a sight unlike anything ever seen in Creation, and you know somewhere deep in your soul that this is right, this is correct and true. For you are a sultan of Hell, a peer of the Demon City, and a lord among countless servants. Yours is the right to take and hold, to conquer and command, to destroy and ruin. Because you are mighty.
You are unassailable.
You are an Infernal.
And as you bask in this certainty, an agata courier flies down and lands before you. Bowing and scraping, it presents a message: a bound scroll stamped with the seal of one of the Unquestionable, a Third Circle demon, addressed to you.
Who are you?
>Lady Emerald, Slayer Caste and a General of Hell's armies? (Female)
>Kuo, Malefactor Caste and a High Priest of the Yozis? (Male)
>Fai Shen the Mystic, Defiler Caste and unparalleled Sorcerer? (Male)
>Ten Thousand Crimson Winds, Scourge Caste and master of Stealth and Assassination? (Male)
>Orianna Venom-Tongue, Fiend Caste and undisputed Queen of Guile and Treachery? (Female)
>Something Else? (Suggestions welcome!)
[OOC: Welcome to my Quest game! Seeing as others are doing Solars with the release of 3E, I decided to flip the coin and run a villain!]
You jerk awake suddenly, forcefully torn from a strange, powerful dream of shining god-kings gone mad with power. The light of the Green Sun filters through the glass dome above you, bathing you in its radiance and glory as you recline upon a pile of silken cushions, a half-empty cup clenched in one clawed hand. Your good eye - not the one stolen from you by those traitorous Dragon-Blooded before you Exalted, now covered with a viridian and bronze sash - peers around the grandly appointed chamber. Long fingers reach out and pull on a tasseled cord, ringing a nearby bell and summoning a voluptuous neomah vassal to cater to your whims. Holding out your goblet, the servant decants a vibrant, brilliantly-colored liquid into it, one that dances and bubbles elegantly, almost harmoniously. Swirling it around to admire its prismatic hues, you tilt it back and swallow, tasting a flood of impossibly rich flavors - chalcanth. An angyalka, too. Delicious.
Rising, you toss the goblet aside and stride to the entrance of your palatial brass-and-copper mansion, throwing the doors wide and gazing upon the landscape before you situated upon this layer of Malfeas. All around demons walk, laboring, trading, hiding, or even relaxing among Ligier's poisonous rays. It is a sight unlike anything ever seen in Creation, and you know somewhere deep in your soul that this is right, this is correct and true. For you are a sultan of Hell, a peer of the Demon City, and a lord among countless servants. Yours is the right to take and hold, to conquer and command, to destroy and ruin. Because you are mighty.
You are unassailable.
You are an Infernal.
And as you bask in this certainty, an agata courier flies down and lands before you. Bowing and scraping, it presents a message: a bound scroll stamped with the seal of one of the Unquestionable, a Third Circle demon, addressed to you.
Who are you?
>Lady Emerald, Slayer Caste and a General of Hell's armies? (Female)
>Kuo, Malefactor Caste and a High Priest of the Yozis? (Male)
>Fai Shen the Mystic, Defiler Caste and unparalleled Sorcerer? (Male)
>Ten Thousand Crimson Winds, Scourge Caste and master of Stealth and Assassination? (Male)
>Orianna Venom-Tongue, Fiend Caste and undisputed Queen of Guile and Treachery? (Female)
>Something Else? (Suggestions welcome!)
[OOC: Welcome to my Quest game! Seeing as others are doing Solars with the release of 3E, I decided to flip the coin and run a villain!]
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