#chejop kejak

[brightsideofdarknessstormmoon]

what kind of music best fits exalted

While I think the orchestral works well for it. I think Exalted is really good with more like Jpop or Anime intro style music.

Preferably for me though I like it with experimental or like older electronic/psychedelic.

The setting is so massive I think you could get away with anything.

#exalted rpg #feel free to reblog with what you think #Chejop Kejak

[ambrosecollector]

While generally, I think the Scroll of Errata enhances the experience of playing Exalted 2e (with the notable exception of Overdrive charms), having to refer to and share another resource during character creation and play is a pain in the ass.

I'm compiling all of the Terrestrial charms and their errata into one file now, which is also a pain but it'll definitely save us time in the long run.

#Excited to run a Realm game #DBs are my second favorite splat #and the Realm is so cool and the Blessed Isle is so beautiful and Chejop Kejak was #as always #right. #And before someone says 'just play 3e' #i shall not #exalted

[raiasintended]

chejop kejak big naturals

#exalted #raiposting

[toxinfox]

Exaltober, Days 2, 3, and 4: Light of the Unconquered, Shapechangers of Silver, Weavers of Starmetal

The Skalishaya Sisters

Born into a family of scavengers whose fortunes were made or broken by raiding tombs and uncovering artifacts, the three sisters Anjali, Kaveri, and Malati were scattered across Creation when the untimely (?) deaths of their parents Kirandir and Nakanadi caused them to lose track of each other until adulthood. 

Anjali Skalishaya, No Moon Lunar

Anjali, the eldest, was 19 and old enough to accompany her parents on that fateful trip to a long-forgotten manse in the deep East. Three mortals entered the manse. One Exalt left. Anjali, newly bereft and terrified of what her remaining family would think of what she’d become, wandered in the East for a time before encountering a circle of Solars, whom she worked with for many years, reclaiming the lost university of Sperimin/Mahalanka from Raksi, thwarting the schemes of a circle of Abyssals, and eventually encountering her Celestial mate, Rachna... (but that’s a whole other story!). 

Kaveri Shendo, Night Caste Solar

Too young to accompany their parents on the Eastern manse job, Kaveri, who was 10 years old at the time, and Malati, who was only 6, stayed behind with their Aunt Jindei and Uncle Ursho Shendo in Farhold while their parents and older sister Anjali ventured into the deep East. When months passed and no one returned from the expedition, it became clear that... no one ever would. 

Ursho was a Lookshyan soldier on leave, and had to return to Lookshy, so, rightly assuming the two girls were now orphans, he packed Kaveri and Malati up, and he and Jindei headed back to Lookshy with the two girls. While Malati was misplaced along the way, Kaveri grew up in Lookshy, receiving military training as an excellent archer. 

But when she accidentally uncovered a plot involving the highly dangerous Mourning Field just outside Lookshy’s southern gates, her efforts to investigate landed her whole family in trouble with the law. Her aunt and uncle were thrown in prison, and Kaveri was on the lam. Determined to stop whatever was going on, Kaveri did something bold and desperate: she broke into the bedroom of the Chumyo of Lookshy, forged a letter of pardon using the signet ring on the sleeping man’s finger, and then smuggled herself into the Nightwatch Citadel prison on the underside of a supply cart, intending to present the letter of pardon to the warden. She was moments from the warden’s door when she Exalted. 

Malati, the Resplendent Orchid, Chosen of Secrets

On the way back to Lookshy, the small family of aunt, uncle, and two young girls passed through Nexus. While making their way through a crowded market, Malati got separated from the rest of the family, and in spite of days of looking, was never found. Devastated but on a timetable, eventually, Ursho and Jindei had to stop looking and continue on to Lookshy with Kaveri. 

In truth, they never would have found Malati, because minutes after she’d been misplaced in the bustling market, she was snatched up by a Sidereal and taken to Yu Shan, where it was foretold that when she reached 18, she herself would Exalt as one of the favored of the Maidens, and her Fate looked bright indeed. 

Malati grew up in Yu Shan, and retained hazy memories of her parents and sisters. When she was a teenager, she entered into the training of an old and powerful master: Chejop Kejak himself. She was a brilliant martial artist even before she Exalted, and Kejak treated her like a favored pupil, but whenever she asked him about her family, he would say very little, other than that she should let them go-- as a Seneschal of the Maidens, she would have greater responsibilities than looking for a handful of mortals who wouldn’t remember her anyway. 

So of course, she she did finally Exalt, Malati read the Loom for herself to see if she could find out what had happened to her family. She found, of course, that her mother and father’s threads had snapped long ago, when she was a little girl. But the threads of her two sisters, Anjali and Kaveri.... burned a brilliant, shining gold and silver. They were Celestial Exalts. 

With Kejak’s Bronze Faction teachings feeling very heavy on her shoulders, Malati had a choice to make. Follow the philosophy of the man who had trained her and counseled her for a large portion of her young life... or find her sisters, her only living family, and see for herself if the Celestial Exalted really were that bad... 

#Exaltober #exalted #exalted art #sisters #characters #bit of a ramble

[irregularcircle]

Name/Title                          Malati, the Resplendent Orchid

Exaltation                           Sidereal

Caste                                  Chosen of Secrets

Weapon(s)                          Delicate scrollwork Starmetal bracers 

Language(s)                       Low Realm, Celestial, Rivertongue, Old Realm

Goal(s)                                Figure out the truth of the Anathema… and what the real most pressing issue is in Creation right now

Fear(s)                                 Being wrong about her sisters and discovering that they’re actually monsters after all… and that her Sifu was right all along. 

Likes                                   Order and discipline, Perfect Noodle, Meditation, martial arts, snooping for a bit of juicy information, hearing Anjali talk about what mom and dad were like, fancy clothes and toiletries, 

Dislikes                               Chaos she doesn’t control, Abyssals, Sifu’s disapproval, strong drinks, very spicy food, anything poor quality

Defining feature(s)             Deep purple wavy hair, mother of pearl orchid clip in her hair

Theme Song                       “Stars Align”, by Lindsey Stirling

Interesting Extras                Malati is friends with several half-snake god/dess siblings (there are 53 of them– she doesn’t know them all), who are the one-night-stand kids of one of Anjali’s old circlemates, Reinhardt. 

Quick Biography

Orphaned when she was just 5 years old, alongside her older sister Kaveri, Malati was originally intended to return to Lookshy with Kaveri and their aunt and uncle once the girls’ parents and older sister, Anjali, failed to return from an expedition in the deep east. The small family even made it as far as Nexus before tragedy struck: while moving through a dense crowd, Malati got lost and separated from the rest of her family. In spite of looking for days, Aunt, Uncle, and sister Kaveri never found Malati, and eventually, to their deep heartbreak, were forced to move on. 

Rather than being lost to the seedy underbelly of Nexus, however, Malati had been rescued– or abducted, depending on how you look at it– and taken to Yu Shan by a Sidereal, as the little girl was fated to Exalt under the auspices of the Maiden of Secrets… but she’d never live long enough if she wasn’t rescued from Nexus. 

Therefore, Malati grew up in Yu Shan, raised by an assortment of gods and Sidereals, and trained in bureaucracy, martial arts, and plenty of subterfuge. Everyone’s favorite daughter, Malati became accustomed to little luxuries, and looked forward to the day she Exalted, and could really put her training to use. She told no one, except her close half-snake friend Rania, however, that what she was looking forward to most was being able to read the Loom of Fate, and figure out what had happened to her parents and sisters… whom she only vaguely remembered. 

Eventually, when she did Exalt, near her 18th birthday, her martial arts sifu told her that she had a new teacher now– one who could make her into a far more formidable weapon than he ever could. And with that, Malati entered the tutelage of none other than Chejop Kejak. Their relationship was a mixed one– he was a strict instructor who expected nothing short of excellence from her, but it was clear in glimpses that she was among his favorite pupils… a fact which was confirmed when he ‘graduated’ her from his training, proclaiming her ‘ready’, and ‘one of the finest students he ever taught’. 

With all of his martial arts teachings, however, Malati had been thoroughly indoctrinated with Kejak’s Bronze faction ideology– the notion that the Solar and Lunar Exalted were not to be trusted, and could not be relied on to rule the world as they had in the past. And she believed him wholeheartedly…

…until the day she went to read the Loom for herself, and saw what had become of her two sisters. One was a Lunar Exalt. The other a Solar. And for the first time, Malati doubted. Because she didn’t remember much about her sisters, but what little she did know couldn’t believe that they were monsters. 

And so, under the guise of intending to hamstring the designs of the Anathema, Malati took it upon herself to figure out who her sisters were, what they were doing to Creation, and who she really believed. 

  Relationship to

Chejop Kejak

Mentor, teacher, sifu, and in some ways a sort of stern father-figure to her, Malati has deep and mixed feelings about Chejop Kejak. She believes him about necessity of the Usurpation, and the necessity to keep the chosen of the Sun and Moon from power, but she’s also convinced there is more than meets the eye, and desperately wants to know. But she’s also very afraid of disappointing him, or losing his trust. 

Anjali

Malati remembers very little about Anjali from when she was a small child, but what she does remember is positive. She recalls Anjali reading to her, and teaching her Old Realm words for things… most of which Malati did not retain. Now that Malati has encountered her again, now that all of the sisters are Exalted, Malati recognizes the sparkling intellect, and gentle, teaching personality she remembers of Anjali… but she worries about her eldest sister’s newfound animal side… and how deep it runs.  

Kaveri

While Anjali was much older than Malati (19 to Malati’s 5), Kaveri was much closer to her in age (10 to Malati’s 5). Malati has slightly more memories of playing with Kaveri– climbing trees, playing hide and seek, pretending to be princesses or warriors or whatever the thing of the day was. Having found Kaveri again, Malati isn’t surprised that her middle sister took to the fighter lifestyle of Lookshy, and remains an agile, active person. But the words of her mentor echo in her head, and she wonders whether her sister can really be trusted with the awesome and terrible power of Sol Invictus… or whether her tendency toward stealth and combat will make her a dangerous liability in the future.

#Exalted #exalted ttrpg #exalted bio #exalted character #exalted character bio #Malati #Sidereal

[keptin-indy]

In the backer list for Sidereals, do I put the name of my favorite (sad, pathetic) Secrets, some variation of "Also Chejop Kejak" or "The Green Lady"?

#exalted

[prokopetz]

Confession: it’s been twenty years and I still have no idea how to pronounce “Chejop Kejak”.

#gaming #tabletop roleplaying #tabletop rpgs #exalted #chejop kejak #best guess: CHAY-hop kayak

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

sidereals have arcane fate to avoid doing their taxes

#WHOS GONNA COLLECT FROM THEM IF NO ONE REMEMBERS WHO THEY ARE??? #also the idea of chejop kejak committing tax fraud is hilarious

[heedra]

shiftingpath replied to your post: the emotive, wild confusion i feel while watching...

“i thought i understood how the world worked but i was wrong. how… how did that happen, where are we, why would anyone do what they just did, what is going on”

there was a part that happened when Phoenix was still Vulture where our partys benefactors and the secret Big Bads both slew 1. Chejop Kejak and 2. gathered all but one of the Ebon Dragon’s component souls in one place and destroyed them all at once, causing the Ebon Dragon, who had been sitting on the throne of heaven as a pretend Sol-Invictus, to go berserk and start shriveling into a horrid thing, and we burst into heaven in time to see this all, and I am like 100 percent certain in retrospect that nobody told Vulch anything about what was going on.

#shiftingpath

[shiftingpath]

Chejop Kejak always gives off these specific vibes to me and i don’t know how to describe it other than “van wizard”

#exalted

[bonusexperience]

Creating—and Playing—Great NPCs

NPCs—never just sentient quest boards. Today we're talking about how best to use your NPCs, how to make them believable and interesting, and how to give them all different voices even if you're not a professional voice actor running a critically-acclaimed Actual Play. We're also talking about how to pronounce Chejop Kejak, how to avoid doing accents, and paying clumsy homage to Sweet Brown.

As always, you can find more Bonus Experience at our blog (bxpcast.com) and our Twitter (@bonusexpcast).

It's BONUS EXPERIENCE

#podcast #ttrpg

[wepon]

viridiansunlight replied to your post “whenever someone looks at a fictional or historical empress or other...”

eugheugheugh

@ exalted writers give us this humanizing portrait of chejop kejak

#viridiansunlight

[solivar]

Exalted XIII Part VI

Vexen and Xaldin

Some things simply do not turn out the way you want them to. He wanted to believe. He did. He did, in fact, cling to faith, in defiance of reason, in defiance of all the empirical data, in defiance of the evidence of his own eyes, for far longer than he can justify to himself, even now. He wanted to believe in the vision of Tammiz Ushun, wanted to believe that with the proper care and effort and redirection that the Lawgivers could save themselves, could take back what was slipping through their hands. (He did not want to believe that he was watching the mind of his oldest friend, his dearest companion, unraveling beyond repair. He could not face that truth.) He wanted to believe that, with enough effort, a plan could be made, a strategy executed, that everything would be all right in the end. (He did not want to admit that it wasn't darkness that had taken root in Xehanort's bright soul, but a light so terrible and corrosive that all of Creation would wither and change beneath it, were it ever freed again.) Belief was, in the end, not enough to sustain him. Nor was blind hope. He went to far and saw too much and turned his back on it to save himself and Creation. He did not make his decision known to anyone but those within the Bronze Faction he communicated with. He funneled information. He planned for contingencies. He manipulated tactical models and directed resources and assisted in every way but one. He could not bring himself to kill, and part of him thinks himself a coward to this day because he could not watch what he'd planned happen, could not endure the sight of it. He hadn't been made for such things. The plans and schemes and contingencies succeeded where hope had failed. The Solars perished. The bright sparks of their divinity were trapped away. The few who survived were hunted with ruthless precision, killed and killed and killed again. He lent his expertise in planning such activities, helping direct the Convention On Threats To the Stability of Creation for centuries, formulating the strategies and methods employed by the Wyld Hunt to the present day. Politics interfered in his life, as they were wont to do, specious questions raised regarding his loyalty to the Faction, how far he could be trusted when he became senior enough to be considered for certain particularly sensitive assignments. He escaped “ideological reorientation” by virtue of resigning his post with the Convention On Threats To the Stability of Creation and accepting a lesser position in the Convention of Water, where his knowledge could be put to best use. He endured, and as the centuries passed, his heart grew empty and cold. And then something that only he had anticipated happened. The Jade Prison was breached. The Solar Exalted were unleashed on Creation again. In Yu-Shan, his superiors in the Five-Score Fellowship discovered an ancient threat-analysis he’d written in the early days of the Shogunate, a contingency plan half-sketched in its conclusions. He found himself recalled to Heaven to explain himself and, along with the born-misfortunate Black Ice Shadow, laboring under a great deal of official suspicion, under what amounted to house arrest while the Fellowship decided whether or not they were treacherous or just too smart for their own good. Eventually, satisfactory conclusions were reached. He was reinstated to the newly-reactivated Convention On Threats to the Stability of Creation in a senior command position, with Black Ice Shadow as his second, and given the authority and resources necessary to second any member of the Five-Score Fellowship as he saw fit, with the specific mission of practically executing his ancient Solar-escape contingency plan. He began gathering colleagues of the appropriate temperament. (Twilight Wandering had only been reborn a bare decade and a half ago, and so was not an appropriate choice just yet, but Xigbar was at least willing to meet with him. Xaldin abandoned the Convention of Air at his call. The Wise was nowhere to be found, nor was his foster daughter/apprentice. Others were easier to recruit but many of them are young, so young, and don’t remember the true power the Solars could wield.) Then he checked the availability of certain materials and the necessary equipment that could be made from them, deep in the innermost recesses of the Forbidding Manse of Ivy… And another unexpected thing happened. Something that even he had not anticipated. Not all of the Solar shards were trapped within the Jade Prison. Three were excluded, due to the intense Creation-warping power of their intrinsic destinies, held in a separate prison from which escape was not only theoretically but absolutely impossible. The durance that held them could not be opened, only broken, and only from the outside, to foil the Oathkeepers’ ability to unlock any barrier. He was intensely surprised to discover, upon obtaining entry to their prison, that one of the Oathkeepers was gone, freed, the thread of his destiny already woven back into the tapestry of Creation. And others had already become aware of his return. Deathlords. Renegade Sidereal elements. The Demon Princes of Malfeas. Suddenly his job became much, much more complex. (Vexen, also called Frozen Breath of Absolute Knowledge, elder Sidereal Exalt commanding the Convention On Threats To the Stability of Creation, Chosen of Secrets.)

For fifteen hundred years, the destiny of Creation unspooled precisely as it should. Not without its flaws, of course, not without its tiny imperfections. Every complex structure has its random and unpredictable elements, and an undertaking as vast as the Tapestry of reality has its fair share, as well, of errors in need of correcting, knots in need of undoing, threads to be pulled and replaced. And for most of those years, it was his duty to pursue such activities. It is a grave responsibility, a gesture of profound trust, to be given the task of policing one’s own peers, of maintaining the internal strength and cohesion of the Five-Score Fellowship against the weaknesses of recrimination, doubt, failure of vision. Chejop Kejak himself laid the mantle on his shoulders, the burden of judgment, and he accepted it without hesitation, in the knowledge that what he was being asked to do was necessary, for the survival of Heaven and Creation alike. It was a lonely road he walked, though he did not walk it alone, for who would call the man that might tomorrow be his executioner a friend? Few enough, even among his old colleagues, the men he had served with in the Convention On Threats To the Stability of Creation. The Bronze Faction’s functionaries regarded him as a bloodied tool that served a regrettably necessary purpose, and nothing more. The Gold Faction, such as remained of it, feared the tread of his feet, feared the sound of his voice, and more than one of them choked out their last around his spears, saw his face and heard his voice for the first time as they were reborn, taken back into the Fellowship with a second chance, better prospects. He comforted himself with the knowledge that, though many had cause to hate him, they also had cause to thank him. But, in the end, not as many who had cause to fear him, and whose lips were held closer to the ear of his old patron. Ayesha Ura, treacherous in her last life and treacherous in this, poured her poison into Kejak’s mind, sowed the seeds of doubt, accused him falsely of pursuing a political agenda against certain members of the Fellowship, of killing without just cause. Lies. But lies that were, if not believed, spoken with a credible enough tongue that the accusation had to be taken seriously. He was asked to resign his position. He was asked to take an advisory role in the Convention of Air – effectively, to accept exile to the farthest, most barren reach of Creation, where only the dead and unlettered barbarians walked the snowfields. He did so, because to do otherwise would betray everything he had sworn to uphold and protect in the long years of his service. But he could not say he wasn’t bitter, or angry, or that he wasn’t coldly, viciously satisfied when his advice went unheeded in the face of the Solar return, against the Bull of the North, and the results were disaster. He could not say that he wasn’t completely, absolutely satisfied when an old friend came calling upon him, whispering of the reactivation of his former Convention, of expanded levels of authority and sanction granted to use whatever means were necessary to not only suppress but extinguish the Solars completely this time, to obliterate the Gold Faction, to reorder Creation so that such threats would never arise again. He accepted. It was his duty to do so. But he couldn’t deny that, this time, it would also be his pleasure. (Xaldin, elder Sidereal, Chosen of Battles, of the Convention On Threats To the Stability of Creation, Internal Affairs Division.)

#vintage nagaina fic #khfic #exalted XIII

[retroactivebakeries]

Chejop Kejak, Kimbery and Orabilis for the fanfic ask thing?

Slow Burn: Being immersed in the acidic waters of Kimbery could, in fact, be categorized as a slow burn. Fake Date: Not so much "fake date" as "halfway through it Chejop Kejak uses Avoidance Kata and dodges this date having ever happened and stiffing you with the bill."Enemies to Lovers: I want Orabilis to rain a library of molten glass down on top of me, killing me instantly.

[toxinfox]

Exaltober, Day 11: Way of the Immaculates

Malati, the youngest Skalishaya sister, was mentored by Chejop Kejak himself, and is a terrifyingly good martial artist. Rachna, who has extensive memories from the First Age, has his own opinions about Malati’s sifu. 

Characters in this comic:

Malati, the Resplendent Orchid (Chosen of Secrets Sidereal, dark purple hair)

Kaveri Shendo (Night Caste Solar, dark red hair)

Anjali Skalishaya (No Moon Lunar, purple/blonde hair)

Rachna, Anjali’s mate (Scourge Caste Infernal, face tattoo)

Rook (Twilight Solar, white robe)

#exalted #exaltober #exalted art #exalted comic #solars #lunars #sidereals #infernals

[somewhere-in-the-dungeon]

Q. What did Chejop Kejak say to the balrog?

A. Yu-Shan’t Pass!

#Exalted #I just flew in from Gem and boy my arms are dead