„Lunars were a society that had evolved from an Earthen moon colony centuries ago, but they weren’t human anymore. People said Lunars could alter a person’s brain—make you see things you shouldn’t see, feel things you shouldn’t feel, do things you didn’t want to do”.
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I was just thinking about how the “murdering” (cough secretly keeping alive as lab rats cough) of shells on Luna was called an “infanticide”, all these kids being given up before their even cognizant enough to form memories. And I was wondering, How did they know the baby was a shell?
Then it occurred to me that Lunar parents, particularly those with stronger gifts who use it a lot in their day to day lives, probably also use their gifts on their babies. I mean, how many human parents have wished that they could just MAKE the baby go to sleep? Or stop crying? I doubt many people who have that option would be able to resist using it occasionally even in a culture where telepathically manipulating people WASN’T socially acceptable.
Do you think they use glamours to make funny faces at the baby? Do they teach babies to walk by controlling their little legs? Teach them to speak by controlling their little mouths and feeding them an impression of what the word means?
This has the potential to be a gentle, “Let me teach and guide you” thing if handled VERY well, but it’s mostly terrifying 😅
So, that’s probably how parents were able to identify baby shells when the infanticide laws were passed. When they tried to make the baby stop crying and it didn’t work, and they realized the child was immune to bioelectrical manipulation. It’s no wonder they would be able to catch it so early then.
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On March 8, 2023 we released Facets of Truth by Aaron Rosenberg via our partners at DriveThruFiction! This novella follows Ayami, a newly Exalted Lunar, and her Circle as they uncover a horrifying necromantic plot. https://www.drivethrufiction.com/product/420005/Facets-of-Truth-A-Lunars-Novella?affiliate_id=13&src=OPPTumblr
Tomorrow I will run my 2nd game of the 2nd season of my Exalted Essence/Lunars campaign. Below is a monologue I wrote for an NPC.
Tea with the Green Lady, Chosen of Jupiter, Head of the Convention on the Dead
Your host is garbed in dark green mourning attire, the shoulders have been rent open as if torn by grief. A black veil obscures the finer details of her visible face. Her skin is pale, raven colored hair is done up in a bun that is held in place by emerald studded, ivory chopsticks. Her wine red lips are pressed together so as to not betray any emotion. The Green Lady bids you to sit with a gesture and pours the tea herself. There is no one else in the room to attend the ceremony despite her high status.
You drink in silence. The tea is a blend that is both familiar and mysterious. The smell and taste makes you ponder things that are best unspoken, memories that you have not shared with another soul come to mind. The Chosen of Jupiter consults the leaves at the bottom of her mug, frowning slightly.
She speaks:
In ancient times, before the gods, before Creation itself all was Chaos and Void. All or nothing. Riotous potentialities screaming defiance at nothingness itself. Out of the Chaos came the titans, primordial beings that gave shape to the chaos surrounding them. Time, Space, Matter and Energy were their playthings.
One of these Ancients was Gaia. She was composed of the 5 terrestrial elements: Air, Earth, Fire, Water and Wood. The others of her kind combined their genius with hers and formed Creation as we know it. To aid Gaia in running and maintaining Creation the Ancients made the gods. The gods were given dominion over the world and they dwelt on the Blessed Isle. Limits were placed on those spirits. A great geas prevented them from raising arms against their masters.
In time the gods began to resent the Ancients. Cruel and capricious, they destroyed vast swaths of Creation in fits of pique. Incarna, the most powerful of the gods, began to plot a revolution. In secret they were aided by Gaia and The Maker. Taking some of their Essence, the Maker forged the Exalted Shards. These shards fused with the souls of heroic mortals Exalting them above all others.
The Exalted made war against the Ancient Enemies of the Gods and cast them out of the heavenly city of Yu-Shan. Those that surrendered became the demonic Yozi and they were imprisoned in the body of their god-king Malfeas. Those that fell dead in battle became something else entirely.
Before the Divine Revolution the souls of dead mortals would travel to River Lethe to have their memories washed away. Then the Wheel of Reincarnation would transport the refreshed souls back to the Loom of Fate to be woven back into the Tapestry to live again. Ancients had souls far too complicated for the Wheel and broke it. That which had never been born could not truly die.
These broken, dead monstrosities drifted toward the Void. They sleep walked towards Oblivion, hoping to stop the ceaseless nightmares of betrayal, humiliation and violent defeat. Nothingness eluded them. They could not let go of Creation too much of their power and will was invested in the living world. To achieve their nihilistic goal, all of Creation had to die with them. But they could not do it themselves. Defeat imposed an unshakable somnolent state. All they could do was mumble blasphemies in their phantasmagoric torpor.
The Exalted and the Maker repaired the Wheel of Reincarnation, but it would never be the same. Dead souls washed along the shores of Lethe without being cleansed. Like the Neverborn they could not return to the living world, nor could they let it go. The dreams of the dead titans mingled with the memories of mortals and took shape as The Underworld. This hellscape was a dark and twisted parody of Creation.
Most mortal souls did their best to recreate the world they left behind and created new petty rivalries and hierarchies among their fellow dead. Others heard the Whispers of Oblivion and began to worship the sleeping titans found in the lowest levels of the Underworld. Madness and boons were given to these twice damned dead. These priests of nothingness carved labyrinthine paths to Oblivion from which there is no escape.
The theology of the Neverborn is built upon a contradictory pair of goals: all must succumb to Oblivion; Creation must die so that the Neverborn may be embraced by Oblivion as well. Weak souls succumb to the Whispers and cast themselves into the ultimate end. The stronger ones are able to resist the call of the void and plot the death of all life. The tension of choosing continued existence in opposition to holy unbeing drives most of them mad.
There is a very select few that have amassed incredible power, the Deathlords. In the last few years Deathlords have crafted a new weapon in their crusade against living; Deathknights. These warriors appear to be connected to the recently released Solar Exalted.
This is the result of centuries of research. Much of it I have collected or supervised those who gathered it. You are being extended the honor of assisting me in this endeavor. You will pass on to me what you learn on Darkmist Isle regarding the Deathknights.
