#exaltedposting

[benk625-blog]

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[benk625-blog]

This sessions NPCs:

Public Benevolent Society

Rogers - Soft spoken man wearing a sky-blue, knee length tunic and moccasins

Irwin - A gregarious man wearing a button down shirt and short, both khaki.

Ross - Poofy hair, a painters smock, cotton workpants, dyed indigo, pet squirrel

Valerie - Red hair in a messy bun, robe covered in arcane symbols with a tabby cat bus

[armoredprincess]

Solar footjob: suspicious amount of detail on the greaves and sabatons on the equine statue in the city’s biggest plaza

Sidereal footjob: fruitlessly trying to mop the scent of daily karate off the tatami

Dragonblooded footjob: frigid, loveless, performed in the arranged marriage yichud out of superstitious tradition to prevent stillbirths

Infernal footjob: startled awake at 3 AM from interminable sleep paralysis nightmare about showing up to football game without cleats

Lunar clawjob/talonjob/stompjob: feared across the land for making its recipients lose faith in the project of human civilization

Abyssal footjob: this will actually just kill you

[petite-guignol]

Lan Thousand-Thoughts, Lunar Sage, as a Wyld Waypoint Is Dissolving Around Him Due To Magical Sabotage: I fear this may be beyond my skill to contain...

Equivocal Ocelot, His Most Senior Student, a Whole-Ass Mortal: Master, would you prefer to secure our escape or avoid offending the Fair Folk right now?

Lan: Well, our negotiations could hardly get worse.

Ocelot: *pulls out a bag of cold iron shards she has had the entire time, on this diplomatic mission into Fair Folk territory*

Lan:

Lan:

Lan: When we get back, consider yourself officially promoted to the rank of instructor.

[halfbloodfanboy]

Nehramus Cast-Down-The Heavens you have to stop. You have too much social conscience your heart is too big you summon too tough your platonic bitch is too bad. Adaj and Cecelyne will kill you.

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

lets freaking go babey

under the cut so i dont obliterate your dashes

EXALTED SECRET SANTA JOURNAL 2025

^ the second image is way older and the first image is more accurate to what his face and ears look like, but you get a better view of his default outfit here.

Swift-Handed Soren

Jaded and Dejected Moonsilver Caste

He is a champion of Yugash, and was a combat medic in the recent Elemental War. He was so horrified by the mass carnage and extreme loss of life he witnessed that he vowed never to use any of his combat capabilities ever again. And he REFUSES to be complicit in the harm of another life. He heals, he stitches, he mends; he does not break, he does not destroy, he does not kill.

This has led to a lot of feelings of resentment towards his fellow champions whom he believes do not hold the same respect for mortal lives that he has. He doesn’t think they care about them at all, and so far his latest group of companions (especially the Orichalcum and Starmetal) have proven him right!

If a mortal life is ever in danger in front of him, he will not hesitate to stand in the way of that danger and take the blow for them. He has almost gotten himself killed doing this, but in his eyes every mortal life is just as precious and important as his own, if not more so.

He’s a tall, lean and silvery fellow, with his body segmented like a ball-joint doll’s (the swirls in the darker parts of his body don’t need to be replicated; I have no set pattern for them lol). Soren’s eyes are bright blue and have black sclera. He has super long, bright red hair that is loosely tied back. On the sides of his head are three sorta fan-like blades that function as ear-cameras, and move according to his emotions.

His usual mode of dress is your typical utilitarian Autochthonian garb, but with a plunging neckline or just an open shirt. Gotta have that robot chest exposed to own the Tripartite.

His anima banner taunts him with the moonsilver chakram that is part of his iconic imagery, Mirror's Edge, while also including bubbles and mysterious, swimming animals that we would recognize as axolotls.

Karas

Hardened Earth Aspect Magistrate

Formerly Mnemon Karas, he is, was, a younger son of Mnemon directly. From an early age, he had an inquisitive mind that was at first encouraged by his mother, and then once he exalted was expected. He excelled in scholarly and martial pursuits, had an interest in sorcerous theory that his cousins in the Heptegram found helpful, and was on track for a promising career in the military.

Unfortunately, that inquisitive mind his mother once found so important to shape proved to be a bit more inquisitive than she wanted. He delved too deeply into a secret he did not know she was keeping. So, she staged an accident. Helping a cousin with their sorcery can go wrong so easily, after all.

Yet he survived. And just before Mnemon could correct that, her mother The Scarlet Empress intervened and named him a magistrate. Her failure had scarred his face in a curious, twisting fashion forever, and she feared it would only be a matter of time until the truth of that "accident" was revealed.

Then, The Scarlet Empress disappeared. Now, there's no one to get in her way. The only problem is how much else is on her plate at the moment. Her wayward son will simply have to wait his turn.

Karas himself is a rather dour man. He speaks rarely, preferring the company of crows over his fellows. He really only comes alive when on the case. He's a firm believer that no one is above the law, and he takes a special delight in catching those that believe themselves untouchable.

He currently wields a black and white jade guandao named Final Verdict, and usually wears his grey lamellar armor and a faded purple cloak. Flocks of crows tend to follow him, yet he keeps none as a pet.

[benk625-blog]

Series finale of my Exalted campaign. One Lunar character succumb to the pull of Oblivion and became The Black Spiral Dancer. Another Lunar Quicksilver Transformed into a behemoth whale and one shot killed a Deathlord.

Epic tragedy and slapstick comedy in the same scene. I love this game.

[petite-guignol]

not to ttrpg post too much i guess but. idk im really enjoying playing my sloth Lunar. it sounds like a joke concept but im trying to take it seriously, which is the best kind of ttrpg character i think.

also if i can be a little too real for a second, this isn't the first time i've played this exact concept. the original version of this character i played...like over a decade ago at this point. i was monumentally depressed at the time, failing out of grad school, and spent the entire duration of the campaign completely checked out. (did manage to set a local record for most damage done in a single turn in an actual game of Exalted 2e, which was kind of fun, but i mean it was one fucking roll. the campaign was like 6mo long). i always thought it was a good idea though and wanted to redo it someday.

the new version of this character helps remind me that things HAVE gotten better, at least enough that i can take this same stupid idea i had all those years ago and make something out of it.

anyway here's an exchange from a recent-ish session that i really liked, so i wrote it down as a drabble:

"I will say," Iron Hyrax went on, "it's good to speak with someone who cares about asking questions, rather than merely getting things done." Lan Thousand-Thoughts leaned on his staff. With his face still shaded by his straw hat, he was as inscrutable as ever, though there was a pleased note to his voice, faint but distinct like a drop of strong wine in a cup of water. "There is little I enjoy more than a question," he said. "And for my part," Coptopteryx said, grinning ear to ear, "there is little I enjoy less than getting things done."