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Well not everything has to be like... "OMH huge"

You're the Draggon-blooded daughter of the Scarlet Empress, and the only of two heirs to the throne. You grew up in the palace, and went to draggon-blodded schools and what not. You also met me, a snotty and cynical kid, about the same age, who was the only one that didn't care that you were the daughter of the Empress. We were fast friends.

Flash forword. The Empress, your mother, dissapears, and your sister, head of one of the nobel trade houses of the empire, decides to shame you by poisoning you into being infertal (a huge shame to Dragon-Blooded, as the way that they make more Exalted is through bloodline). Her being a hugely powerful mage, probably the best in the world, perplexes you as to how you will get revenge, as by the time you match her in power as a mage she'll more then likely be dead of old age. so instead you decide to battle her physically, and you begin training and going out on hunts, and warring parties traingin teh whole while.

Meanwhile! I've grown up into a strapping, but still very cynical young man, I also never Exalted, which basicly means I'm shamed after my parents put so much faith in me, and I am treated as if I am invisable around my own household. In order to make a name for myself I join the Imperial Leigon. Only just out of training camp and I get into a slaughter of a battle which in turn kills me. A Deathloard appears to me seeing my potential, and brings me back as an Abyssal Exalted. I go into training with the Abyssals and become a solid warrior and diplomat.

A few years pass, and we're each leading some armies over a battel feild to slaughter each other, and we see each other for the first tiem in a very long time. You, stunned from seeing my back from teh dead, and in a very gaunt state, are almost his by one of my fellow Deathnknights, whom I strike down to protect you. In an equal gesture, you strike down a leiutenant who was coming up to give me trouble. We each then turn around and slaughter many of our own men to protect each other in turn, and escape tehe battle feild.

Both of us are currently on the run from our previous superiors.

I try, unfortunatly, IT'S STREWN WITH INFERNAL TYPOS!

Well, Jimmy has properly summarized our two chars we've got for this, and are looking for a few other people to play with us. There's space for regular mortal humans as well as other exalts, though probably not Infernals or Alchemicals or Fey.

If there's anyone interested and want more specific info on a specific group they're interested in playing, I'll gladly post or PM that for them.

Exalted Core Rulebook and Storyteller's Guide for second edition

I thought this torrent might be useful for anyone who want's it. I don't plan on joining this game exactly as i'm not very good at BB based RP's, though I love playing almost any White Wolf game tabletop with the exeption of VtM. I'm more of a MtA person myself. I would be very interested in watching this play through though.

Oooooo.... the Story Teller Guide....

*Glomps*

Oh so very sweet.... ^_^


Many many thanks

I writed this just now. It has some to do with this RP, I have a particular person in mind to play the female charactor in this interaction, although if she dosn't want to do it I'll give the charactor to anyone, and I'll write up the charactor for the player in question and everything. Yoko, it might be a good idea for us to come up with a few more options for premades, preferably that fit into the story you and I have come up with.



Mirror of Zealous but Blighted faith stood, although he appeared to hover under his flowing long cloak, in front of the gnarled old tree that had become their usual meeting spot. He had only arrived a few minutes before, having had met with his master when he received her message, he rushed here as soon as he was allotted.
"So you still come to me?" She was sitting in the tree, she may have been doing so the entire time. "You almost seem to favor me over your lord." She had an arrogant air about her.
"In life this would have been true..." Zealous caned his huge sword.
She jumped down. She was dwarfed compared to him, she wasn't to much smaller then the average human, but it didn't help that he was three feet taller then the average human, even. "You know you still love me... you big galut." She walked passed him, running her hand along the front of his robe, she wondered if he even looked human under it any more. She never heard his foot steps, did he forgo his legs for something more mobile?
He ignored what she had said, and tried to change the subject. "You've betrayed your master?"
She walked past him finally and put a finger to her chin thoughtfully. "Yes. I want you to come with me."
"Do not be foolish sister."
She turned around, he had bent so his mask was staring her down. It had eery looking eyes drawn on. She smiled, it wasn't what either of them would have described as seductive, it was more... inviting.
"Sister?" She touched the mask which was now more then a face to him. "Or lover?"
A moment was spent like this, where she stared into a pair of eyes that were in no way real, but stared back in the ways that real eyes would in the same situation.
He pulled up to his full height. "We'll not talk of this. Do not tempt me."
"Are you afraid of giving in? You're afraid of feeling what you felt before? You're afraid of my not liking what you've become under that cloak?"
His blade was against her neck, drawing a black ooze which could be called blood. She had not flinched. "Do not tempt me!" If Zealous ever panted, he would be doing so.
"You think I'm afraid of that? I faced death once, by my own hand even."
He dropped the blade to the ground, if Zealous ever cried, he would be doing so. The blade sat uneven in the hard ground.
"Coward!" She shouted.
His hand found her neck, and pinned her on the tree in a circular motion. She clutched at a single massive finger as she gulped for air, her short brown hair sullied by the concussion against the wood. "You would measure a person's courage by their ability to kill you?" His voice was cold. He held her tight. She kicked her legs as life fleeted from her. These may be the last moments. Ever. "Do you know of my reputation? Some call me a judge. I quite like this nickname." Her skin was going form the beautiful ivory white that death brought, to the sick yellow of asphyxiation. "Would you like to hear your verdict? A judge is completely unbiased you know..." He waited for the response that wasn't coming. Gurgling noises had begun to shoot tiny balls of spit through the air.
He dropped her. She seemed to be falling forever, it was what it felt like to only be living on only an inch of your life. It was the feeling of your life playing before your eyes, but backwards and impossibly slowly. It was like torture.
"Look at the pathetic dreadful creature you've made yourself into. You're nothing like what I once knew. The greatest punishment would only be to continue your existence."
All the words hit her at the same time as the ground. The whole thing felt like a horrible cruel joke.
"Clean yourself up and we will speak again. My master has given me instructions to chase down one of his own renegade." He strode away. Glancing at her only once as he passed, and then never looking back.
She sat up. A Shadow of Empty Passion grabbed at her neck, the pearly color was coming back to her face. She slowed her breathing.
"So that's how it is?" She watched as he moved away.

Here is a free online rulebook from White Wolf in case you need it and don't already have it.

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