I'm looking to get a game going, since I was recently inspired to piece together a bit of an adventure. I'll get right into it!Game:
The game will be using the Exalted rules, including everything in the Errata, as well as any Ink Monkeys supplements. None of the books are explicitly off-limits, but some things may not work out based on what I have in mind, but I'll work with you to make your ideas work as best I can.Characters:
Characters will be Infernal Exalts. While I would like to have a good mix of castes, I'm not too concerned with it (as long as not everyone picks the same caste
). I'll allow up to 10 characters, and I'd like at least a minimum of 7. They will begin as roughly beginning-level exalts and will (hopefully) make it all the way to the point where Devil-Tiger paths could be created, and potentially beyond.Themes:
This will be something of a high-adventure game, but there will be plenty of different options available at any time. Expect to be faced with many varied situations ranging from over-the-top action to subtler social manipulation to political intrigue. Expect to travel all over Creation and be ready for many different environments.Plot:
The Yozis have won and are freed upon creation--of course this new creation is just another hell. The game will begin during the Althing Infernal held just prior to Calibration. The characters are given a mission of utmost importance--but what could be so important now that the Yozis are already freed? The characters were all alive during the freeing of Hell, whether they exalted before, during, or after the event is up to the player, however the final war took place several years ago and creation has enjoyed a relative "peace" under its new masters.
I'll be adding in more specific house rules and other information below. If you have any questions feel free to ask, either in this thread or by sending me a PM.Prologue
The Yozis always had a plan. The plan was simple: escape. The implementation, of course, was always the trouble. And while many of their attempts could be considered little more than roiling against the bars of their prison, many others put small cracks in those prison walls. The birth of the Infernal Exalts was the first real success of the once rulers of Creation. The mighty Heroes of Hell went out into the world to work the Yozi's carefully constructed plans. A score of different schemes, some more secret than others, all intertwined to form the beginning of the Second Great Usurpation. The Sidereals chased ghosts in all directions while they were slowly corrupted from within, unwilling and unable to ask for help. The Realm was steeped in decadence, too concerned with its own conquest and politicking to realize what the world was becoming. The Solars chased glory on a personal level, too scattered and disorganized to mount any kind of change. Abyssals played the petty games of their Deathlord masters who in turn ignored the true goals of the long dead Primordials. And Lunars stretched thin across the world pulled by former mates in all different directions.
The Sidereals had to be removed first, they were the only ones with the connections and knowledge to stop the escape dead in its tracks. They were continually tipped off balance, hints of plots here and there kept them busy hunting shadows until they reached the point where their leaders no longer believed that they knew what was truth and what was fiction. It was only a matter of time before they would gather to conduct another deep look into the strands of fate. Their hope for salvation and guidance was the web that trapped them and left them to their doom. A betrayal years--if not centuries--in the making all culminated in the mass murder of the congregation of Sidereals. Betrayed by some of their own kind (an as yet unnoticed "Brass Faction"), some gods, and carefully hidden Infernal Exalts, the slaughter took them all by surprise. Some escaped, but were no longer safe within heaven. Cut off from their resources, the scattered Stars were no longer a real threat.
It began with a whimper and ended with a bang. Across creation the Dragon Lines groaned under the strain as the Blessed Isle was the first to undergo the change. Black vitriol flowed along the essence lines beneath the surface as the corruption oozed outward from Meru. Lesser Manses capping these mutating Demesnes were the first to undergo violent cascade failures. They burst as the Infernal essence welled up beneath them seeking escape. Reality shuddered and distorted with the explosions, leaving the landscape scarred and any who happened to survive the explosion mutated beyond recognition. Within hours black smoke blotted out the sun, covering the isle in a deep darkness and the first sizeable crack in the Yozi's prison was created. The most clever of the Yozis, if not the most eager to seek his freedom, slipped out of Malfeas and into Creation for the first time in thousands of years. The Ebon Dragon, in the guise of little more than the shadow outline of a true dragon, roared forth and spewed his influence and power over the Blessed Isle as a dark flame from his gaping maw.
Kimbery's Dawn led the assault within the West, followed soon-after by Kimbery herself, summoned forth from the widening crack in the seals that separated Creation and Hell. Demons spewed forth like blood from a wound upon the Blessed Isle, while the Yozi's pried open the hemorrhaging wound wider and wider to let themselves free. Kimbery's whimsical emotions were kept in check by She Who Lives in Her Name. The floating constellation of crystal orbs laid waste to island after island, transforming them and their inhabitants into her perfect, yet flawed, servants. While the land belonged to She Who Lives in Her Name, the waters would always belong to Kimbery. Aided by her devoted Lintha pirates, and the drones created by She Who Lives in Her Name, the war against the Silver Prince was over before the Deathlord could even contemplate a retaliatory strategy. His city destroyed he retreated to Underworld where many of his fellow Deathlords were already being driven...
Ma-Ha-Suchi locked in a seemingly endless battle with the Fae, Lookshy trying to stave off destruction as demons boiled over towards their shores, Nexus content to let the rest of the world burn as long as they could turn a profit... The scavenger lands were disjointed, not even the Confederation of Rivers could rally themselves together to mount a resistance. An army seemed to grow from nowhere, barbarians from the middlemarches, renegade beastment, automatons reclaimed from Denandsor all marched from the far east pushing ever closer to the Confederacy. Lookshy was fighting a war on two fronts, one naval the other land, and no one was coming to help. Initially the Deathlords sought to capitalize upon this moment to spread as much death and despair as they could, but soon they realized the true depth of this reclamation effort. They retreated to their Shadowland holdings and made ready to stave off the eventual siege. The Hundred Kingdoms broke into One Hundred Wars, each at each others throats. All the while the Infernals sat back and watched their pile of dominos fall one by one into place. The East burned as it fought against itself. They hardly knew how well they had been played for fools until the rivers ran red with blood and then boiled over with lava as the Malfean King came forth to claim his revenge.
The Cult of Silence grew slowly in the North. No one noticed the quiet in the land of nothing but endless snow and silent winds. As the Cult grew the power of the disparate barbarian tribes, the Haslanti League, Gethamane, and Whitewall shrunk. Gethamane was trapped, a solitary island with no resources, and no way to survive without the help of the Cult. Seals went into place around the city of Whitewall, cutting off the steady flow of free essence to Sol Invictus. The Haslanti League continued as they did, driven on by ambition and greed, they cared only for themselves. And the Bull of the North was pushed in just the right direction to go to war against them. The engagement was long in the making, but as the flow of demons began and he saw the cloud of blackness cover the Blessed Isle to the south he knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be fighting two wars at once. Not long after the roar of the freed Malfeas there was the silent whisper of Adorjan sneaking out into the north. A deathly silence filed the whole direction of creation, and where sound came to contradict that silence death swiftly followed.
Cecelyne's invasion of the South was the most subtle. She never seemed particularly interested in the overarching goal, instead focusing on minor battles here and there. Tensions had risen in the South, and all it would take would be a single match to finally set them off. Tribe against Tribe, Realm against Realm, trade routes shut down, dangerous mutants on the loose, safe havens in the desert destroyed or rendered destitute and no longer usable. The desolation spread without notice within the desert, what few oases there were slowly withered and died, drying up entirely or replaced by bubbling vitriol. Many places within the desert already bore her mark, it was a place ripe for reaping new subjects eager to wish away their souls just to get by another day. When Cecelyne appeared within the South there was no one left to rebel, they had all already asked for her help, and now she had appeared to grant it. Only the First and Forsaken Lion and his endless army of the dead remained, but he knew that he could not strike back yet.
As gates to Yu-Shan were captured hordes of demons began to poor into Heaven, lead by second or third circle demons. The rushed to meet Sol Invictus, the Unconquered Sun, who had already been defeated. A being so tied to virtue would never be too difficult for the Ebon Dragon to undo, given time, and the Ebon Dragon had nothing but time for so very long. It was necessary to have Infernals work to break his Temperance to destroy his perfect Aegis of protection. After that breaking down his other Virtues came swiftly and easily. Forced by duty he journeyed into Creation, rallying his fellow gods with him. Without the united aid of the Exalted the battle was long, brutal, and bloody. The corpse of the Unconquered Sun still lingers on the Blessed Isle, bleeding a stream of Orichalcum that runs together with a river of Vitriol. Heaven became the last "safe" place to resist the Yozis, but now Yu-Shan was a prison similar to what Hell had been.
Now the forces of hell expand their control over Creation, repelling the Wyld, squashing resistance to their combined wills, and twisting their original creation into something much more perverse than it was before.
The Infernal Exalted are not forgotten, they are still used as effective tools against the enemies of the Yozis, however they are not the kings and queens the Yozis originally made them out to be. They are simply tools to them now, tools that may soon outlive their usefulness. Some of the Exalted have become dissatisfied with how things have turned out, though some revel in the chaos and destruction no matter their role. Can the Infernal Exalts ever become the peers of the Yozis? And when all of Creation is finally truly conquered, what will become of them then?
For a number of Infernals the Ebon Dragon himself has one more mission for them to undertake.