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I didn't want to go swimming anyway, baka!
The Sun's Princesses and Princes have returned surrounded by death and destruction. Will it matter?
An Exalted 3E game that takes place in the Southeast. Will this be the moment the Solars can make their mark? Or will hope be swallowed by fate forever?
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"You don't understand," Dala says, rubbing her temples. "She didn't appear and conquer our tribe. She appeared in visible brilliance. Like the sky was aflame with her righteousness. Like the Sun himself had leant her his own power. She cowed even the worst of them. With a few words, they bowed to her. And then, amazingly, she went to each of them, raised their heads, and blessed them. As if they weren't there to slaughter us. As if moments before they hadn't drawn steel and spat threats.
"It was life changing. We were given the gift of peace without a single drop of blood shed. And then, she was gone. A whisper on the wind. She asked nothing in return."
Dala stands and draws her blade across her palm. She squeezes her fist, forcing blood between her fingers and onto the earth below. "I vow, by the blood that courses through these veins, to dedicate our people to peace and make the best of this gift for our children. And their children to come."
An Exalted 3E game that takes place in the Southeast. Will this be the moment the Solars can make their mark? Or will hope be swallowed by fate forever?
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"You don't understand," Dala says, rubbing her temples. "She didn't appear and conquer our tribe. She appeared in visible brilliance. Like the sky was aflame with her righteousness. Like the Sun himself had leant her his own power. She cowed even the worst of them. With a few words, they bowed to her. And then, amazingly, she went to each of them, raised their heads, and blessed them. As if they weren't there to slaughter us. As if moments before they hadn't drawn steel and spat threats.
"It was life changing. We were given the gift of peace without a single drop of blood shed. And then, she was gone. A whisper on the wind. She asked nothing in return."
Dala stands and draws her blade across her palm. She squeezes her fist, forcing blood between her fingers and onto the earth below. "I vow, by the blood that courses through these veins, to dedicate our people to peace and make the best of this gift for our children. And their children to come."
