#TrueGold

[collectingall]

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[somerunner]

6. Geisha meets Jaran

(whatever context you like)

Gesha meets Jaran

Fisher Gesha had advanced to Truegold during her time in the Blackflame Empire. Her family had migrated with her and integrated into the empire, no longer scraping by in the Desolate Wilds. No, now they were being paid for fulfilling services and responsibilities left behind by the collapsing Jai clan.

Because she had followed an Arelius Underlord's whims, her family was now rather prosperous. She had access to Soulsmithing research that was normally kept secret. The only thing she was missing was that mind-spirit attached to the Wei clan boy, Lindon.

She did wonder what happened to him after the Uncrowned King tournament. Reportedly, the Wandering Titan woke up and attacked his home, and he got them out. Then he founded a sect, called himself a Sage, and led it himself.

She had to find the Arelius man's ear to confirm that one. It seemed that the real one behind the sect was the Arelius Underlord. Well, Archlord now. He didn't scare her all that much anymore, either because he was too busy or because she had gotten used to his antics. Now, she was usually the one hounding him.

Right now, she was asking for Lindon. She was working on a particularly difficult Soulsmithing project and could use some simulation work. Mister sees-everything didn't respond to her, though, so she looked for the next person she could find.

Surprisingly, she came across Lindon's father. He was at the market for Soulsmithing tools and parts, same as her. She only recognized him because of the scowl on his face, so similar to his son's. She confirmed it by asking if he knew the boy. "I'm looking for a boy named Lindon, do you know him? Has a white arm, looks like you?" She neglected to mention he was the leader of the Twin Star sect. Everyone in this city knew that already.

He turned to face her fully. "Huh? You're looking for Lindon? That boy really does get into too much trouble. Your best bet is with the Twin Star Sect, but I can pass along a message if you're in a hurry." He shifted his weight as he spoke, trying to get comfortable with standing still. He had Remnant eyes, and he seemed to be in the process of getting used to them. And maybe a Remnant leg, judging by his gait.

She snorted. "Oh, I'm not settling a debt with him. I need some Soulsmithing help, and he's the only one I trust to do the job right. Without paying through the nose, that is. I taught him, you know?"

His face shifted off from its scowl. "Oh, you're his Soulsmithing master? He said something about that. I hope he wasn't too much trouble. He's a frustrating student. He's my son, in fact, so I taught him when he was young." He neglected to mention how little he had actually taught Lindon of the sacred arts. His wife, Wei Shi Seisha, would consider him a model student.

Internally, Fisher Gesha frowned. This man had badmouthed his son twice now. She only did that right in front of the boy, when his head was getting too big, which was always. It wasn't worth the effort to do that when he was gone.

Well, considering the trouble Lindon had caused her only a week into his stay in the Desolate Wilds, she didn't exactly disagree that the boy was a troublemaker…

He continued. "Well, my wife is a Soulsmith and she sent me out for parts, so would you mind joining us for a while? Lindon said he would visit her foundry today." He was only a Jade. His wife was probably only a Jade. Gesha would learn nothing in their little workshop.

However, it was a sure bet to seeing Lindon, so she went.

A few hours later and she had learned quite a bit about Sacred Valley. As much as she left her smithing foundry and heard the common news, Gesha missed out on quite a lot. Wei Shi Seisha and Jaran were both only recently Jade, as was almost everyone from Sacred Valley. The whole valley was under some kind of suppression field, which Lindon had used to his advantage to fight the Wandering Titan. He had actually fought a Dreadgod, him!

Seisha was suitably impressed by this, but Jaran seemed reluctant to offer any praise to his son. It wasn't a case of general pessimism, he was sure impressed by some of Gesha's basic Soulsmithing knowledge, but not by his son's achievements. She knocked her opinion of his perception down a few steps.

A knock came at the door. Jaran walked over and opened it. "Humblest apologies, family of the Sage of Twin Stars. The Emperor has requested his presence, and he will be gone for a few days. The Sage sends his apologies, and has sent me with these dream tablets."

Hmph. Gesha would have to come back another day, then. "Sure bet," she thought, but that was clearly wrong. She spent a few more minutes at the Shi household, then bid farewell.

The boy was too busy. What did advancement get you? Just more people looking for your ear, that was what. Even Truegold was almost too high for her. But the boy would just keep climbing anyway, wouldn't he?

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Author's notes: Yeah, this was really meandering. This whole thing was kind of a first draft, but I don't know if I would change all that much. I'm not sure how to get the characters' voices quite right, so I'm just going to leave it where it is. For what it's worth, I don't think Gesha would clash all that much with Jaran; they are both rather negative towards Lindon. The only difference is that Gesha is demanding, and Jaran is dismissive.

I do like how in Waybound, Gesha is completely dismissive of Jaran as a teacher figure. I didn't know how to fit that in here, so I didn't.

[alixennial]

16th Sun of the Fourth Umbral Moon

Indie is up before sunrise and making her way to Il Mheg to search for some Truegold. She's gonna make some Worm Jars! Jars for worms. Made from a not insignificant amount of Truegold.

This looks like the spot, Professor

Some time later, and it seems there's a storm brewing...

Yesss, perfect way to cool off! 💖

[the--grin--reaper]

Huan @ Kiro: Bro you are so pathetic, wtf bro, you lost to a group of Truegolds?? Bro that is sad, what kinda Underlord are you ahaha, if I was your dad I'd disown you because those are Golds and you still lost lmao-

[trinitydigest]

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[roosinii]

No wait, another thought occurs. Wyll on the Path Of The Endless Sword, but thanks to Mizora’s manipulations he ends up with a Remnant of Fire Madra, and therefore a non-standard Goldsign, drawing a comparison with Jai Long. His core is corrupted with Fire Madra, and he has to relearn/readapt his whole Path. As he advances through Lowgold and Highgold to Truegold, he gets more extra bits. His initial Goldsign is his horns, then he gets the ridges at Highgold and the eye change at Truegold.

Baldur’s Gate 3 in Will Wight’s Cradle (Part 1/?) [SPOILERS!]

Astarion would have a Shadow Path, maybe some Sword or Force as well. Becoming a vampire spawn (a process very tangentially linked to a Blood Shadow) he adds Blood and Hunger to the mix as well. Icons are tough, Blood or Hunger would only fit an Ascended Astarion, but I think the Shadow Icon, or myabe the Bow Icon could potentially work for non-Ascended Astarion.

Gale is the classic problem where Cradle’s Sacred Arts is very limiting compared to pretty much all other magic systems, so this is a tricky one. I’m inclined to put him on a pre-existing Path, the Path Of (The) Holy Wind (Wind, Light & Dreams), but then again he’s associated with illusions quite a bit. That would be a Path of Dream Madra, with other potential aspects as well. Even the Path Of The White Fox isn’t out of the question. He’d also definitely a scriptor, so maybe the Path Of The Last Oath/Path Of The Dawn Oath could be possibilities. I feel like Gale would touch the Scribe Icon, and God Gale is an obvious shoe-in for the Crown Icon.

Karlach quite obviously wields a Path of Fire & Force. The Fire Aspect comes as a Bloodline Ability (being a Zariel Tiefling), but the introduction later on of her Infernal Engine alters the Madra somewhat. Force is there because she hits hard anyway, and I think it works. Icon would be Strength, maybe the Sun Icon as well?

Lae’zel is a pure Sword Path. Was there truly any other option? The Death Icon is pretty well suited for her as well.

Shadowheart is a tricky one, with similar problems to Gale. I think she originally had a Core of Light Madra as a Selûnite, but had it altered by the Sharrans with Shadow Madra. I’m not sure if you can have Shadow and Light Madra in the same Core, if you can then she has both, if not then just Shadow. Dark Justiciar Shadowheart is a shoe-in for the Shadow Icon, whereas Selûnite Shadowheart would probably fit the Life Icon.

Wyll is another pure Sword Path. I feel like, as a noble, his Path would more similar to Naru Cassius Arelius’ Path Of Silver Grace, more of a duellist’s Path than a warrior’s one. That being said, as a wandering monster-slayer, the Path Of The Endless Sword could be a good fit as well. I don’t actually think Mizora’s deal would alter his Core, but if it did it would definitely add Fire Madra to the mix. The Sword Icon natch.

Halsin is a Sacred Bear, a Life Path with maybe Force Madra as well. Life and/or Bear Icons, but I think he’d be a Herald.

Minthara as a Drow she’d naturally wield Shadow Madra, and as a Paladin she’d clearly have Sword or Force Madra added in. Shadow Icon of course.

Jaheira is gonna be Life and Sword Madra, with a good affinity for the Sword Icon

Minsc is a deceptively simple Force Path, mostly focused on Enforcement Techniques for both his body and his weapons. He is contracted to Boo, a sacred hamster of Archlord level, originating from somewhere in the Rosegold continent. The Path has some incredibly strange properties, as if affected by some creature beyond Cradle…

Boo is either a Monarch or a Dreadgod. Either way, his Path is cycled from strange Cosmic Madra, so I couldn’t tell you what it does, but it’s most recognisable Aspect is Force. Many believe he is a simple Archlord level Sacred Beast from somewhere in the Rosegold continent, and don’t pay him much mind. Clearly his Icons are the Strength Icon and the Hamster Icon.

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[swampgallows]

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[collectingall]

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[aethernoise]

sometimes I really don’t mind waiting for my GP to regenerate

[sotirisdeleora]

local time: 30 october 2022. 12:30 location: south sotiris. personal meditation cove.

Spine erect but not rigid, Gloria is seated cross-legged on the floor of a personal meditation cove. She breathes easily, mentally scanning her body to systematically soften and release any physical tensions she finds. Any thoughts that threaten to disturb her are acknowledged and then let go. Consciously, she lowers her shoulders and softens her hands, allowing the mana crystals in both palms to grow heavy. She draws from them, welcoming the foreign mana into her veins and letting it flow naturally until it reaches her core where she drinks it in and compresses it, restoring her mana reserves until she hits her capacity. She has been a truegold for sixty years now, and statistics tell her that her journey as a cultivator is likely at its end.

Statistics can go fuck themselves.

Gloria Gallo is persistence itself; dogged in her pursuit of a greater understanding. Of herself, of her world, of her practice. She is the petal that gently disturbs the lake, the fish that flows upstream, the branch that waves as the wind bids it to break. She is a child covered in mud, her blood and tears mingling with the earth of Leora. She is a teenager decked in animal skins, stalking through the wilds with passion in her heart and a bow in her hands. She is a cultivator just starting on her journey because-

The door opens and the shock slams her back into her body, all thoughts of advancing to Underlord neatly shattered by Amala Thevar’s assistant. Gloria’s face is a mask of neutrality, a still pond as only her head moves to gaze towards the intruder. Never in her more than a century of life had she ever been interrupted in sealed meditation before. Her eyes are exceptionally cold as she waits to learn why.

“Forgiveness, Elder Gallo. Please understand that I would never interrupt your sealed meditation if I had any other choice. But given the circumstances I - we - believed that you shoul-”

Gloria’s eyebrow twitches before her deep voice cracks like a whip, “Get to the fucking point.”

The assistant flinches before he clears his throat, the action eliciting a glare from the seated woman. “Ah, yes, well...” Gloria rolls her eyes and glides to her feet, pocketing the mana stones in her white trousers as she waits for this man to find his tongue. “There’s been an incident at the Food and Wine festival. It seems someone has drugged a few of the stalls with Dorian, the Collective drug that causes visual hallucinations, and Councilor Thevar thought it important to alert all councilmembers.”

Immediately, Gloria sends a thread of mana into her implant, turning off the do-not-disturb feature she’d activated in preparation for her meditation session. As the notifications come pouring in, she scans the social threads related to the food and wine festival to find videos of people - her people - stoned out of their gourd. Her lips are smiling but her aura is thunderous as she glides out of the room and straight towards her waiting m-car, barely acknowledging the other councilors - who Thevar’s assistant had apparently contacted first - as she passes.

“Sometimes I really fucking hate it when I’m right.”

[superdenial11]

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[sotiris-rp]

Gloria Gallo (she/her) is a 128 year old Leoran who works as a member of the Sotiris Council and looks a lot like Shohreh Aghdashloo. She is a Truegold with a sword goldsign.

Biography

When someone maliciously attempts to put another in their place, it's amazing how often that place is far higher than their own. 

At least, that’s been Gloria’s experience. The ‘Utopia’ of Leora may have looked pristine from an outworlder prospective, but she’d seen the ugliness in the hearts of her fellow Leorans at a young age. She’d proven herself. To her parents, to her teachers, to her peers. Everyone had always underestimated little Gloria, especially given her stutter, but she’d seen their pity as a challenge and grown into a force. Now, as the Collective takes step after step into her planet, she cannot help but rile at the injustice. Years she’s spent on the council. Years she’d toiled and lobbied and persuaded until her throat was raw from the effort... and for what? Policies years in the making and decades as law were undone in moments by these outsiders. 

Everyone had a right to an opinion. Food, housing, employment, safety, these were necessities any should be allowed. But did that extend to outworlders? They didn’t belong here, they could go back to their own homes. Why did they have to come here? Why here, where their very presence had undone so much of the council’s work? What else were they going to change?

She’d gone from one of the most influential people on the island’s council to one of the most powerful people on the planet and yet she couldn’t help but feel it was wrong. Was the power even truly hers, or was she just another puppet for the Collective council to parade in front of her people as a symbol? The only thing she knew for sure was that if she was a puppet, she’d be the most obstinate one they’d ever had the misfortune of finding.

Personality

Gloria Gallo is nothing if not intransigent. She smiles easily and praises often, but only when others truly deserve her words of encouragement. Should they deserve a verbal lashing, she’ll gladly supply that as well. Her mood hovers around neutral, though it’s leaned a little more towards waspish since the arrival of the Collective on Leora. Gloria may be a reasonable and intelligent woman, but she’s been having difficulty not viewing any and all outworlders as invaders.

This character is an npc based at @sotirisdeleora

[charlottedabookworm]

lvl70 armorer leves: you’re going to need truegold ore

*one hour later*

do you think i have enough?

[elfyourmother]

Prompt 30: Splinter

Gisele could not take her eyes from it, transfixed by its beauty, and marveled at how so small a thing it was, given the titanic struggle which produced it.

Such a tiny, tiny thing, it was.

It radiated heat upon the palm of her hand, pulsing softly with the faintest whisper of aether against her skin, this slender and feather-light shard within her hand. Her fingers curled around it, and she raised her fist to rest against her heart, closing her eyes slowly and inhaling deep. In the silence, the whisper turned the echo of a melody, haunting and melancholy. Fitting, of a surety, for she who held it in her grasp, this piece of her heart rendered in slim, fragmented auracite.

She would treat this as no battle trophy; mayhap those who did not know Gisele des Fortemps would have believed it such, but none who knew of a surety the boundless depths of her heart. She would honor it, as only she could, and not merely because of what he had exhorted her to do, at the last; but she would have even had he not, for how could she possibly forget?

And so, upon the Scions’ triumphant return to the Crystarium, when the feasting and revels were done, Gisele quietly slipped away and made such preparations as were needful. She gathered some few supplies from her apartments at the Pendants, requisitioned some small items from her comrades at the Mean, and retrieved the requisite tools of her art.

All of this, she bore with her in a leather satchel, hoisted upon her shoulder, when she closed her eyes and drifted away upon the flows of aether far from the Exarch’s city, once more to plunge far beneath the peaceful waves of Kholusia.

The light of the sun still penetrated the darkness, as it did when dawn rose at last upon this city of endless night, but the lights of Amaurot yet endured, glimmering soft and dreamlike high above her. And as she wandered the tree-lined agora where the streets shone as shimmering mother-of-pearl, Gisele was still treated with exceeding kindness by the spectres of the lost, who guided her gently to the place she sought: the garden she had found upon her first, awe-filled sojourn to the city, then surrounded by her comrades, when she first sat to gather her tumultuous thoughts and settle her frayed nerves.

This time, however, Gisele set down her satchel, to spread an enormous blanket upon the immaculately manicured grass, and carefully laid upon it her finest grinding wheel and file, mandrel and ores—and that slender shard.

It was not her lavish atelier upon the Jeweled Crozier, but it would more than do.

Thus, did Gisele roll up her sleeves, and begin her work.

The truegold softened and melted within the blazing heat of her arcane fire—what did Avatar of Destruction need with a forge?--and with a master artisan’s deft hands and discerning eye, did she begin to shape it in accordance with her will. Of a surety, Gisele believed fervently that the act of creation was no less a form of magic than that which she wrought with aether, and mayhap the most potent of all magicks. Was magic itself not at its most simple definition the art of affecting change by energy in accordance with will? It mattered not the method, for all magic worked thusly—whether upon Source, or the Seventh, or the First. Only the trappings varied in nature, but the underlying principle remained thus. So, too, was the art of creation. Gisele smiled to think on it, and the passionate words she once shared on the matter. Emet had been positively delighted by her conjecture, at the time.

And you wonder why I adore so you, heroine.

And as she carved and filed, chiseling and twisting the delicate metal and bending it to her will, Gisele’s thoughts never left him; his wry smile, his indolent sashaying, even his ridiculous pouting and sulking. For a moment she feared she might weep once more, for what seemed like the hundredth time, but she took a deep breath, inhaling the impossibly verdant scent of fresh-cut grass, and exhaled long, to steady her suddenly palsied hands. With every onze of discipline she might possibly bring to bear, Gisele concentrated intently upon the thin metal, and remembered: the warm flush of his cheek when she pressed her lips against it so suddenly beneath the starlight boughs of the Greatwood. The hardness of his body rocking against her own, bathed in flickering shadows beneath the moonlight drifting through the gauzy curtains of her bedroom at the Pendants. The heady scent of the roses he’d strewn at her feet when she danced for him. She remembered this much, and more, as she bent will and delicate hammer and file upon the metal by turns, tapping it into filigree formed of an intricate glyph, one Gisele held in perfect memory despite its complexity. Her heart overflowing, she poured every onze of emotion within it upon the metal, all that swelled within at the thought of him, of them, of their impossible journey, of what had transpired in this place mere days prior: hope, fury, incalculable grief, yearning, regret, and...

...above all else: boundless, everlasting love.

It made a fitting tomb wrought in gleaming gold for the shard that remained. With the lightest of touches, she plucked it up with her tweezers, and slid it into place, affixing it to nest within the heart of the filigree, with a satisfying little click. Surveying her handiwork for a final time, she turned it again and again within her fingers, searching for some manner of flaw, but there was none. There never was, with her work, and never when she bent her heart to it.

Gisele cradled the pendant within her hand, at last, and brought it to her trembling lips, pressing a soft kiss against the warm metal, the gently pulsing stone.

“Fare thee well, Hades of Amaurot,” she whispered softly, at last permitting the tears which had threatened to fall, shuddering with her head bowed, and with shaking hands clipped it to the waiting golden chain, sliding it over her head. She had measured precisely the tiny links, as was her wont, and the pendant eased to nestle within her bosom, over her heart.

And Gisele clutched it, and keeled over, and at last wept as might a brokenhearted child.

***

The sand was warm beneath her toes, even as the sun began its descent low and quick beneath the La Noscean horizon. Most of the festival’s revelers gathered upon the edge of the shore, where the gentle waves crashed into the sands, camping for the most advantageous location to view the fiery spectacle which would begin shortly high in the skies above the island, but Gisele stood some way back, keeping a secluded distance, to mark the occasion in her own way.

Around her neck, upon the slender chain of gold, Hades’ auracite hung beside the Gemini crystal, an identical shade of scintillating violet—the very same as Gisele’s eyes.

“You really do perform exquisite work, my dear,” Hades said, drifting an idle hand down the soft, generous curve of her décolletage, to rest upon the pendant. Gisele’s heart skipped a beat at the warmth of his touch against her skin, exceedingly gentle as it was.

“I had somewhat powerful to inspire me,” she said softly, wrapping her arms about his neck, and leaned into him.

Hades smiled, and Gisele permitted him to draw her into his arms, tightly, as he lowered his eager mouth upon her own, to part her lips with a craving tongue.