Before the sundering, before the closing of the gates of Arcadia, before there was a world of darkness, there was something more. But that exalted age fell, and lead to the current age of the world, all its wonders dashed. Or so it seemed. As a red star raised in the skies of the world, as a progenitor of a lineage of bloodsucking undead rose and fell, as a great maelstrom destroyed and passed, as doom seemed immanent the hidden last inheritors of that far past broke open a spiritual obuilette of dead world-stuff, hoping both that the spiritual things within remained viable in this fallen world and that their reintroduction to the world would not hasten its calamitous end.
But that's the near past. Right now a bar in San Antonio is about three minutes away from a hellish surprise. A pack of vampires will descend, abuse their powers, and leave a single traumatized victim to speak about their supernatural killing spree. In two days, unknown cops and therapists will have cleaned up the scene and the survivor's mind, keeping their veil intact. And the nights will continue like this, until world's end. Or that's how it should have happened. The first changes made by the Exalted host will have echoed forth into the world. It is not just mere mortals in this bar, at least not after the first minute of the walking corpse's display of power.
You now are among the Chosen, and there is a simple question before you. Will you steal back the night, or shall it just become thy demense as the last steps in the world's song peter out?
But that's the near past. Right now a bar in San Antonio is about three minutes away from a hellish surprise. A pack of vampires will descend, abuse their powers, and leave a single traumatized victim to speak about their supernatural killing spree. In two days, unknown cops and therapists will have cleaned up the scene and the survivor's mind, keeping their veil intact. And the nights will continue like this, until world's end. Or that's how it should have happened. The first changes made by the Exalted host will have echoed forth into the world. It is not just mere mortals in this bar, at least not after the first minute of the walking corpse's display of power.
You now are among the Chosen, and there is a simple question before you. Will you steal back the night, or shall it just become thy demense as the last steps in the world's song peter out?
Long ago, I once kitbashed something like this together. Then along came this and this. And I decided to give things another go. Make sure to look at the links, because if you want to be an Exalt, those two tell you how things work for them in this. You also would want at least some classic WoD book to do the rest of the looking/making if you don't have a 20th version of it, but if you remember well enough or can get help, that also works.
This isn't going to be the most grim and serious of examinations of responsibility and power (or lack thereof). But do keep that idea in mind.
Now, application wise, in addition to sheet for final consideration, I want three things. One, an idea of how much classic WoD knowledge you have just for my own porpises. Two, confirmation that you feel that you can do at least two posts a week. Three, what kind of and amount of sex stuff and mature content you're interested in/looking for.
And to tail this off, Shih MA is in, and I'm considering a kludge of Legend for Exalts.
This isn't going to be the most grim and serious of examinations of responsibility and power (or lack thereof). But do keep that idea in mind.
Now, application wise, in addition to sheet for final consideration, I want three things. One, an idea of how much classic WoD knowledge you have just for my own porpises. Two, confirmation that you feel that you can do at least two posts a week. Three, what kind of and amount of sex stuff and mature content you're interested in/looking for.
And to tail this off, Shih MA is in, and I'm considering a kludge of Legend for Exalts.
