#exalted third edition

[voydcat]

I’m just posting here to see if anybody still knows or cares about Exalted. Cuz I have things to share and don’t know other people who’d be interested ^^;

#exalted #exalted rpg #tabletop games #tabletop roleplaying #tabletop rpg #exalted ttrpg #exalted 3e #exalted third edition

[dice-wizard]

Fuck your Zodiac sign what's your Exalt type and Caste or Aspect

#exalted #exalted rpg #ttrpg #exalted essence #exalted third edition #Exalted meme #Ttrpg meme #ttrpg memes

[ghostofcinders]

This morning I had friends ask me how I'd do Malenia, Blade of Miquella, in RPGs. I imagine they though I'd answer in D&D, because I do master Spelljammer & Planescape for them. They got an Exalted Essence answer one instead. Infernal with a Solar brother, for the record.

#ttrpg #exalted rpg #exalted #exalted essence #exalted third edition #exaltedposting

[anima-banner]

Long ago, during prehistoric times, the gods of Heaven created extraordinary beings known as the Exalted, who possessed immense power and glory. These champions were chosen to fight on behalf of the gods and were given authority over all aspects of Creation, including all living creatures and even the spirits. The Exalted were regarded as heroes and were honored for their service to the gods. As a reward for their loyalty, the gods granted them dominion over all the lands they could see and touch. With their task complete, the gods retreated to Yu-Shan, the Celestial City, leaving the Exalted to govern the world of humanity.

The Exalted were a varied group of individuals, each possessing distinct powers that the gods bestowed upon them. However, a particular subset of the Exalted, known as the Solar Exalted, emerged as the leaders of this group. These individuals were exceptional in their abilities, and as a result, they could easily conquer every part of Creation. With their unparalleled magic and sorcery, the Solars ushered in the First Age, which was marked by great prosperity and success.

The First Age was an era of magnificent marvels and accomplishments that are no longer present in the current age. These wonders were created by the Solar Exalted, who were the rulers of the world, including its gods and other exceptional individuals, for a period of five thousand years. However, at some point, a catastrophic event occurred that brought an end to this golden age.

For thousands of years, the Solar Exalted had been under a terrible curse placed upon them by the enemies of the gods. Over time, the Solars became corrupted and mentally unstable, causing their previously noble and generous nature to transform into cruelty and deceit. They turned on their own people and each other, using the powerful sorcery and strategies that they once employed to protect the world for their own selfish purposes. This led to the brink of civil war, prompting the other types of Exalted to act. The Dragon-Blooded revolted against the Solars and assassinated them during a seasonal celebration.

The majority of the Solar Exalted were killed, and their powerful life force was trapped in a jade prison, as their strength allowed them to be reborn after their death. Despite this, a few of them escaped from the initial attack, and they spent many years engaged in brutal warfare against those who had usurped their power. During this conflict, a significant amount of the magic that was present during the First Age was expended or destroyed in acts of retribution. Eventually, the last of the surviving Solars were hunted down and slain, bringing an end to the First Age.

After the fall of the Solar Exalted, their Realm was left in ruins. The same curse that had corrupted them had also corrupted the world they had built. The Sorcerous mechanisms that the Solars had used to maintain their civilization began to fail and disintegrate rapidly. Entire cities crumbled, and lands were destroyed by the devastating magic of the manses. Mountains were swallowed by the earth, taking entire nations with them. Islands were obliterated as the powerful sorcery that had created them was undone. The Sidereals, who had sided with the Dragon-Blooded, worked to stabilize the world and limit the destruction caused by the fall of the First Age. Though the world survived, it was left significantly diminished.

Following the collapse of the First Age and the destruction of the Solar Exalted, the Dragon-Blooded established a military regime in the aftermath. While their reign lacked the splendor of the Solars' once-glorious Realm, it was also free from the chaos and madness that had ultimately led to its downfall. The Dragon-Blooded maintained order and stability for centuries, working to rebuild and recover from the devastating aftermath of the First Age.

The Usurpation was orchestrated by the Sidereals, a powerful group of Celestial Exalted. After aiding the Dragon-Blooded in their rise to power, the Sidereals deliberately erased all records of their own existence and manipulated the stars to bring about a collective forgetting. To maintain their power and influence, the Sidereals created the Immaculate Philosophy, a religion that taught the spiritual superiority of the Dragon-Blooded. Disguised as monks and followers of this new religion, the Sidereals worked behind the scenes of Dragon-Blooded politics, maintaining control from the shadows.

The Sidereals, through their mystical powers and instruments, carefully monitored the world for any signs of new Solar Exalted who might be reborn. They used this information to guide the Dragon-Blooded in organized groups called the Wyld Hunt to eliminate the Solars before they could become a threat. The Wyld Hunt became known for their brutal inquisitions, which were intertwined with the Immaculate religion. For many years, the Wyld Hunt hunted down and killed any new Solar Exalted without fear of reprisal.

#exalted #ex3 #exalted third edition #exalted 3e #solar exalted #solars #dragon-blooded #terrestrial exalted #sidereals #first age #roleplaying #roleplaying games #tabletop rpg #celestial exalted #wyld hunt #usurpation

[probably-unreliable]

“Begone Ligier, you do not belong to this world!”

And then the green sun goes poof after seeing a human’s maleness for the first time in his ageless existence.

#there is no Banishment spell yet in third edition so I gotta invent one #exalted #demon #solar #sorcery #spell #sketch #banishment #jenart

[killuintense]

❝ tell me you are mine ❞

stepdad!leon x fem!reader.

summary: you just wanted he to be yours, one more night, one last night... just one last one, right?

content: 3.9k words, angst and little comfort, porn with plot, p in v, unprotected sex, doggy style, oral (m receiving), reader rides Leon, breeding kink, size kink, stepcest, age gap (reader ALWAYS +18), real daddy kink yk (not only in the sexual way)

note: i bring the third part because i see that you like it a lot uwu, i hope you enjoy it even though i'm a dramatic as fuck. all your reblogs and comments are well received !! ily'all. ♡

THE CHAPTER IS BEING CORRECTED AND EDITED TO AVOID GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so i'm sorry if there are parts that are not very understandable uwu.

"Thank you for accompany me..." you said in a soft voice, and your eyes slipped out the window, blonde hair peeking out made you smile in a mischievous way.

"It's okey... I wouldn't want to let you walk around alone" said Mike, your college mate, with whom you had finished a project that very day and, therefore, the hours had passed so fast that when you wanted to realize it the sun had already said goodbye. And, ever the gentleman, he offered to accompany you to your place of residence.

You knew that Leon was looking out the window, attentive to how his little daughter took the boy's arm with her hands and caressed him with feigned innocence. Your companion immediately tensed, laughing softly with you, and before you could even get any closer than you were the door opened with a swiftness worthy of your stepfather. Come on, he wasn't a government agent just for the hell of it.

"Inside" his voice was low and he didn't bother to greet the young man in front of him, who with an uncomfortable look said goodbye to you as best he could and took off, rather uneasily. And he was no less, a man of 6'4", with large arms and breasts that drew a menacing stance. That is until you looked at his eyes, his furrowed brows and the sharpness of his gaze that made you shiver. But, even though Mike flew away in fear, you could only feel your panties getting wet, making you sigh.

You didn't let him notice, at least not that much, and just walked in gently pushing the older man's shoulder in annoyance "Thanks for scaring the fuck out of my partner" you grumbled, arms crossed and the tantrum tone made Leon snort, closing the door behind him. Yes, you were his lovely girl but you could also be fucking capricious a lot of the time, going so far as to disobey. He blamed your mother for that behavior, anyway.

"We already talked about how dangerous being late is, and you keep doing the same thing" his tone was harsh and impatience was starting to show, which deep down made you stir because, well, pissing Leon off was a hard thing to do and you were pulling it off without trying very hard.

"Mike walked me here!" you argued with him, stomping your foot on the floor and feeling your hormones flutter in your stomach. You just wanted him to shut the fuck up and stop talking to you with that worry and demand in his tone of voice, all it accomplished was to send your body into a state of confusion. Where you were fighting with yourself about whether that discomfort in him made you feel worried or... horny.

"I don't like that boy walking around after you, you know I can't leave you in the hands of just anyone..." his tone softened and he tried to move closer to you, wanting to rest his hand on your waist, but you were exalted enough to let him touch you. You were too weak before him, holy shit.

"Leon" you emphasized, moving away only a few slight steps. His blond eyebrows rose in surprise "It's my life, you know that, don't you?" you crossed your arms over your chest and sighed "I'm not a child...or why can you have a normal life with my mother and I have to be left waiting for you?" your words seemed to sink deep into Leon. His gaze contracted and he sighed, causing him to take a full upright posture.

"Your mother or I will pick you up at the university, no more delays... and NO more classmates escorting you to the front door, got it?" his tone of voice rose and you felt the lump in your throat tighten, causing you to step forward, desperate, trapped. You wanted to hit him, you wanted to ruin him and make him regret his stupid words. But at the same time you wanted everything to go back to the way it was a few hours before; just to have him to yourself and to take care of you the way only he knew how.

But this was getting out of hand. Both of them.

"Fuck you, Leon" you uttered, not a word more, not a word less. Your posture remained the same, both of you staring at each other in a battle of who had more pride. But you were competing with Leon Stubborn Kennedy, that was going to be fucked up.

"What did you say, brat?" he raised an eyebrow and took a step forward but you got ahead by walking up the stairs, leaving him with the words in his mouth "Who the hell do you think you are for-"

"Fuck you! That's what I mean!" you shouted, almost unintentionally but... you broke free, you could almost feel the tears threatening to explode in your eyes.

"If you think you can do what you want you are wrong, it's my fucking house and you will do what I tell you" his voice was hard, you had never, seriously, never heard him talk to you like that. In his posture, look, presence there were no traces of the loving and caring father that Leon was, but rather of a hard and strict father... almost like your biological father, let's say "If you think you can bring any asshole to the door of my house and make little scenes throwing yourself on him, get those ideas out of your fucking head!" he seemed exasperated, but those last words ended up spilling the glass, leaving you with your heart in your hand. But you could only squeeze it and put it aside, but fuck your heart.

"And you get it out of your fucking head that you can fuck me and then go on with your life normally!" you ran up the stairs as fast as you could and with a loud bang you slammed the door. Your heart was pounding and tears were already inevitable, streaming down your red cheeks even though you were trying to be strong and not fall.

Leon downstairs was trying to understand how everything had escalated into such a fight. What was going on in your mind that suddenly things had become so distorted; with him and you saying hurtful things to each other that didn't even make sense.

However, that situation from the night before had been going around in your mind all day long. You had gone out in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, thinking that Leon and your mother were already sleeping, but the dim light and sound of the television made you you will go down slowly to the stairs and you saw them both comfortably on the sofa. Leon lying on her chest while she gently stroked his hair. You felt your heart being pierced by a painful pang that left you breathless for a few seconds. You felt envy, hatred, and sorrow that made you feel guilt and desire at the same time. Envy of your mother, for not being the one who would be in her place, and that hatred mixed with sadness for knowing that, even if you tried, you would never be the most important woman in Leon's life. You would not be the one bound to him with vows of loyalty and love. You were simply that morbid sensation that probably excited him, but you couldn't blame him because even if you tried to push him away and ignore him, the addiction to the sensations that being with him generated in you were simply... desperate, overwhelming but beautiful.

You had no choice but to go to bed with tears in your eyes and waking up the next morning with the news that your mother would be absent that weekend, and then it made more sense for you to be together that night. And you couldn't believe that you were more attentive to how much time Leon decided to spend with his wife than you were to the thought that you would miss your mother in her absence.

And the guilt returned.

And it lingered and distressed you. Making you feel alone, without the arms of someone to shelter you. Looking to any foolish boy you came across for some of that warmth that Leon was able to give you. And really... no one was able to love you as much as he did.

Sometimes you hated yourself and the habit of needing a cool glass of water very late at night. But there you were again praying to God that he wasn't in the room. However, it seemed that day was not a lucky one, and Leon's blond hair was illuminated by the dim warm light of the lamp, matching the low sound of the TV. As soon as you came downstairs with the greatest care of all, you saw how he stirred on the couch, probably waking up from his soft reverie.

You ignored him, you were just looking for water and that was it, you didn't have to see each other and he didn't have to get up. You opened the fridge, took a glass and poured the water gently so as not to make too much noise. And there it was again. That soft scent of expensive whiskey, his stubble a few days old against your neck and his arms wrapped around. There was the reason for your lack of compromise, you couldn't resist him and you were sure he felt you leaning your back against his chest, closing your eyes slowly.

"I don't want to talk to you if you're drunk..." you murmured, the sigh was inevitable, but you didn't move an inch away. You could feel Leon's arms squeeze you tighter and his soft lips leave a trail of wet kisses down the curve of your neck. As if you were going to run away again and that alone was enough to make you stay. And it was.

"I'm not... I barely tasted a sip" his voice drowned out by the kisses he was leaving you, his citrus yet sweet scent intruding on your skin to mark you and leave his scent on you "but i really need to talk to you, baby, I didn't mean to sound that way and I don't want you to feel that way about this either" contradictory to his words, you turned around without leaving his arms, and rested your tired head on his chest. You were his little girl and he was going to take care of you, right? You just wanted to ignore reality for one night.

"It's impossible for me not to feel that way, Leon" your hands clutched the fabric of his shirt, shortening the space between you even more "I just... I don't want to think, I don't want to concentrate on that anymore... I just want to be yours for one more night and for you to be mine. But only mine, you know what I mean?" your face lifted gently and you stopped holding back, seeking his lips with a thirst to taste him.

"I'm yours..." he murmured, their mouths brushing inches away from colliding and sinking into a kiss "but it's just that despair me that anyone else is near you, that anyone can smell you, feel you, hurt you" you licked his lower lip and sucked the spot gently, without it turning into a kiss "I'll be yours as many times as it takes" he moaned in desperation, opening his mouth as soon as you initiated a kiss just as desperate as the first time.

The disorder, the chaos, the whirlwind of sensations, on the contrary, calmed your mind. You stopped putting pressure on yourself wondering if it was right, if the two of you could maybe at some point be something more, or if it was just the thrill of the moment and he would leave you like everyone else who had passed through your life. You only wanted him for you, you wanted there to be no other woman in his life but you, you would give him reasons so he couldn't forget you. Yes, maybe that night or the next night would be the last, but you would be so marked in him that he would never be able to erase you.

Your kisses were his addiction, the endless missions where he didn't have you like at that moment made him go crazy; that he thought about leaving everything that at some point meant something just for you. He lived to have you on him like that moment. Both of you on the soft couch, his hands massaging the soft flesh of your ass while you ate his mouth like your favorite dessert. You felt small on top of him, but you didn't stop pushing him to the limit for it; you wanted in a way to punish him, to ruin him for making you feel so displaced from his life, and Leon just wanted you to stay close to him, to stick like gum to his shoe and chase him to hell if possible. That's where you both belonged, he thought.

"Fuck, just let me touch you more" he moaned, your tongues caressing each other slowly now, as if savoring that thing about both of you that you hadn't been able to taste in days. Your hands caressed his cheeks and traveled to Leon's hair, massaging the trails left by those golden but opaque strands. Your kisses moved slowly and wetly down their neck, you heard them gasp low even and could feel the inside of your thighs collide with the hardness of his cock. You were both wet but your kisses stopped when one of his long, thick fingers wanted to intrude into your shorts, brushing against your entrance.

"If you keep going, I'm leaving" the stiffness of his body was instantly felt, and like a dumb hound he searched your eyes trying to understand what he did wrong, but you weren't going to let him go so easily "You know, dad..." you began, moving his hands away leaving them at the sides of his body while your right took his fat piece and squeezed it gently above the fabric "I like everything about you, really.... down to the smallest detail, but I have to admit... God, your cock is one of my favorite things" your tone of voice interspersed with a moan made Leon sigh, the sound was heavy and husky, and you even saw his length startle gently. Your mouth watered, you felt your body go into desperation from the desire to drown with him.

"You're going to fucking make me explode..." Leon moaned, throwing your head back, bumping against the back of the couch as he lifted your hips in desperation and impatience. Your soft and playful giggle made him curse under his breath, your fingers running along his veins that bulged through the stain on his boxers which you soon undid, and he helped you as fast as he had the chance. You licked from his base to his glans, red, wet and dripping. You gave soft kisses, loving that part of him that always made you feel full, complete. It was that part of Leon that reminded you that he was a man, that he could protect you, but that he could make you tremble until you couldn't stand it anymore.

"Do you want me to squeeze you, daddy?" you sucked on his tip like your favorite popsicle, moaning as your hands cradled his balls and fondled them, they felt hot and heavy, and your insides contracted into nothingness itself imagining the amount of milk you would have to milk for him later. "This dick is only mine, isn't it? Only your pretty daughter's" the saliva barely let you speak, because your head bobbed up and down on the hot, wet flesh, blessing it with your tight throat.

"Only yours, baby, no one else's" Leon moaned, his hands itching from not being able to grab you by the head and plunge you deeper onto his fucking cock, to make it even clearer to you "My cock only cums for you, love, fuck, I just want to fuck you until you pass out" he gave a gentle lunge as his tone of voice shook as if he had run a marathon for hours, and the throbbing of his cock in the hollowness of your cheeks only made you smile wider.

You pulled away and wiped the saliva and precum from the corner of your lips savoring your stepfather's arousal "Sometimes you act like I'm not the only one, and that makes me feel bad" a soft pout played on your lips as you looked at them with sorrow, real sorrow. Ruined and sweaty with his bangs sticking to his forehead as he struggled not to send everything to shit and masturbate looking at your pretty body in front of him. "C'mon, Leon, show me that your cock is only mine and nothing else" you whispered, a secret between the two of you, and before you could finish the sentence your shorts disappeared from your legs and your chest stuck to the couch. You moaned as Leon's hands didn't know where to start, they didn't know whether to rip your shirt off, whether to touch your tits, he didn't know what the fuck to do. He was an animal desperate to make you his in a thousand possible ways.

Before your head could understand what had happened because of that sudden change, the martyrizing emptiness of just a few moments ago disappeared. The silence and tension was immediately cut off with a moan from Leon and you in unison and a thrust caused your legs to falter. He had to hold you from your waist to keep you from collapsing, causing your back to crash against his chest, tearing your throat into a moan as he pulled out completely and thrust back in "My cock is made to go in your fucking pussy” he growled from deep in his chest “Damn, you always let me fuck you so good, brat" his words sounded harsh against your ear as he buried his face in the crook of your neck sinking into your messy falling hair, breathing in that sweet scent that warmed him so much.

Lunge after lunge your body bounced, your shirt was gone from your body and his hands squeezed your tits as you gasped heavily “Dad-... Fuck! Yes!" slammed against your spot, against that button that gave him the power to fuck you any way he wanted. And there you were, on all fours like a fucking bitch in heat moaning so loud that anyone passing in front of the house would worry about what was going on inside.

Before he could increase the speed of his onslaught, you broke free of his grip and, much to your dismay, pulled his cock out of you. The sticky sound stopped for a few seconds but Leon didn't even have a moment to ask what was going on, before you spoke "Just... sit..." you could almost hear him object to this, but you were so high on his scent that you still felt his hands squeezing your hips and the sensation of your empty entrance was driving you crazy "Just, sit, please" you whimpered and turned around, trying not to fall. He closed his mouth and sat down.

Oh, for the love of God.

He looked so... you didn't know what, but him, with his thighs open, his shirt off revealing his chest rising and falling in the frenzy of the moment and his cock jerking desperate for a place to bury itself. So desperate to bury itself in you. And you were in no position to deny him; it was easy for you to climb on top of him -who was quick to hold your body in his hands- and line his cock up at your entrance, gently penetrating yourself. Leon's eyes narrowed and his mouth stretched into a grimace as he hissed, and you in your disconnected state couldn't help but melt at that image, the lines of expression at the side of his mouth, his jaw contracting and relaxing as the two of you became connected once more.

Connection intermingled with a constant back and forth of sensations, you jumped on top of him as you sought his lips, dizzy from the constant twinges that swirled in your belly down to your throbbing core "Mhm, mine, you're mine" you moaned into his mouth, you held his chin in your left hand as the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs echoed through the house joining his grunts and his saliva as he sucked on your tits, sucking on your nipples with no thought of the marks he would leave on you later.

"Yours, ‘m fuckin’ yours" his pelvis lifted and penetrated even harder, you could feel the head of his cock give into your stomach, he ravaged your womb each time his hips lifted and ground against your sweet spot, stealing moans from you uncontrollably. His hand squeezed your hip and as you felt the frenetic thrusts you could feel how he was only a few more strokes away from exploding in you. He looked like a child clinging to his favorite stuffed animal, hugging you tightly as he buried his face in your tits but at the same time fucking you with a force that you knew sooner or later would make it difficult for you to walk.

You wanted to go on, you needed to go on, but you didn't know at what moment -nor how, without needing to touch yourself- you were spilling all over the cock of your stepfather, of the man who opened his arms to you in a brotherly way every time you needed him. But there you were, getting him all wet as drops trickled down your thighs and stained the couch a little. The overstimulation was getting too much, you felt ruined and before you could moan again Leon filled you with his creamy seed without being able to help it. He didn't come out and cum on your face, tits or abdomen, no, he let all that tension and despair fill you. He didn't want to fight you again, he wanted to be inside you more than anything else, and filling you, letting you squeeze him until he squeezed out the last drop, was a sign of his desperation "I..." he gasped and crushed himself more and more slowly against your entrance already without strength, just to not let anything escape -which was impossible, he really had a lot to get out- "I really love you" he sighed, without stopping hugging you. You wanted to respond and say that you too, that you loved him madly, that you would give up everything to be able to wake up next to him every morning. But your body could only lie down on the couch and open your arms, offering him your warmth. You needed to give him your warmth before you became conscious again.

It was probably very late at night, and both Leon and you were on the couch resting your devastated bodies. You had that man, as intimidating as he could often be, lying on your chest sleeping peacefully. His heavy breathing made you understand that he was in a deep and undisturbed sleep, and that only made your heart squeeze. You knew he could be very stiff and tense, always alert, but having him asleep between your legs while allowing you to caress him and stroke his hair so naturally, made you feel love.

Love.

It was specific to feel that. You loved loving Leon, in all his ways. You loved when he put aside the paperwork to take you to your favorite coffee shop, when on his missions he remembered you and brought you a present -you loved that brown teddy bear he brought you from San Francisco-, or when you felt overwhelmed by college and he helped you study by sitting for hours to listen to you tell him everything you knew. Maybe it was your silly, lovesick girl imagination, but you saw that love in his eyes, a mixture of brotherly pride and... maybe something else. Something else you could feel it when they have sex, when just sleepily fuck in the mornings when your mother is not around, and you feel how he penetrates you as if you were going to break and he just wants to stay there, inside you, just to make sure everything is all right.

You closed your eyes and sighed. That would be the last night.

Sure, you had said that two nights ago, maybe a month ago... maybe two... but you couldn't help it. You couldn't help it if the hugs weren't enough, if his kisses left you wanting more. You were weak, weak before him. And he didn't have the strength to say no to you, he had tried a thousand times, but he would melt for you, he would kill himself for you.

You closed your eyes.

You would just forget that feeling for one more night and sink into his warmth. You didn't want to have to decide, not so soon. You just wanted to keep loving him. Just wanted to keep feeling his love.

#leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy resident evil #leon death island #leon kennedy #leon re4 #leon kennedy headcanons #leon resident evil #resident evil fluff #resident evil vendetta #leon kennedy smut #leon re2 #leon s kennedy #resident evil leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #leon smut #leon x reader #re4 leon #re4r leon #vendetta leon #resident evil 4 #resident evil 6 #resident evil #resident evil death island #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #re2leon #re2 remake #re3 remake

[lua-magic]

Intresting facts about Saturn 🪐

Edit.

I have to edit this post after so many comments, guys here house is important not the sign, see according to Vedic astrology which house your Saturn is don't consider signs.

Saturn is grief, pain, heartbreaks, sorrow, and detachments in your life.

Saturn is patience and that is why it is debilitated in sign of Mars, that is Aries.

Mars is your impulse, and actions, and Saturn is slow, hence, it is uncomfortable in Aries, while Mars is exalted in sign of Saturn ie Capricorn.

Now, it simply means that, any action that you take without having patience or in impulse it will trigger your Saturn and you will damage, both your Mars and Saturn together.

Saturn first house, your wrong actions will damage your work life.

Saturn second house, your wrong actions will block your manifestations.

Saturn third house, your wrong actions will isolate you and take all pleasures away from your life.

Saturn in fourth house, your wrong actions will spoil your health and personality completely.

Saturn in fifth House your wrong actions will damage all your source of income, money and take your family away from you

Saturn in sixth house, your wrong actions will deprive you from your courage and you will remain stuck in life at one place always.

Saturn in seventh house your wrong actions will effect your peace of mind, gives you mental torture and harm your mother.

Saturn in eighth house, your wrong actions will effect or harm your child and will give you separation from your child.

Saturn ninth house will increase your debt and diseases in life.

Saturn tenth house, your wrong actions will harm your marital life, your wife, and your partner and your business.

Saturn in eleventh house, your wrong actions will harm your life and decreases your life span.

Saturn twelfth house, your wrong actions will harm your father, and your luck itself.

If Saturn is in fire signs one, five and nine, then it is best that you take actions on your desires quickly it will manifest easily.

If you have Saturn in earth signs, two, six and ten, then it is better you sit at one place and perform your duties sincerely, you will get success easily. You should always use your logical mind and do things that makes sense in your task and never get carried by emotions.

You need to have your emotions under your control.

If you have Saturn in water signs, four, eighth and twelfth then always follow your emotions and gut instinct, you will get success for sure, native with above placement should always think about others first then himself/ herself, then your Saturn will bless you, never be logical always follow your instincts.

Saturn in air signs, three, seven and eleven should use your intellect, or intelligence. Move and travel alot, be calculative, think about both parties, both the parties should be satisfied, then your Saturn will bless you in your work.

Saturn is your patience and silence in life, more you suffer in silence or more you be silent towards your critics and avoid gossips, your Saturn will become good.

Mars is your anger and triggers and your actions, when you bring Saturn and Mars together or develop patience in your actions nothing can stop you from sucess ..

Avoid gossips and back biting you are taking away their karma, yes, and let people gossip about you, they are taking your karma. you be silent and let Saturn bless you..

#spirituality #occult #astro community #vedic astrology #astro observations #astro notes #astrology

[heedra]

how i think they should handle overtime at the superbowl is thta they stop normal play and wheel in a big table with sourcebooks and character sheets and they make the quarterbacks build characters for exalted third edition and then fight each other. purdy thinks he's got a good chance wiht his melee supernal dawn caste (safe bet) but didn't predict mahomes dodge/war sidereal and his command 5 merit. takes even longer than normal overtime btw bc its 3e exalted combat.

[dduane]

I've just acquired some partly mismatched old paperback copies of your Middle Kingdoms books and I have to say, having already become familiar with how you see the characters, it's absolutely wild looking at how these cover images depict them. That said, I'm looking forward to reading them and seeing what the fuss is about.

(snicker) Yeah. The first two would be, uh, diagnostic.

...Now, let's be realistic. A new author's very first book cover will only rarely have any kind of serious money spent on it, unless different conditions have been explicitly specified in your contract. (For example, if your book was sold at auction for some significant sum.) And that's just the way it goes. The first time out, you and your work represent a gamble. The publisher's not sure when (if ever) they're going to recoup their investment in you, and so they limit their expenditure accordingly by hiring in new or low-cost artistic talent for your cover, or reusing generic material that they've already got filed away in-house.

And even so, despite having been warned, I can remember how the breath went out of me when I opened up my mailbox and found the envelope holding my very first cover proof inside. I opened the envelope, and found that first image, and it was—

Let's just say "Not exactly what I'd been hoping for," and move on.

The second one, the cover for the Methuen British edition—which was the one I finally framed and hung up—seriously seemed like something of an improvement. And yet imagine my bemusement when I discovered that it was apparently one of those recycled-in-house covers, also used on something of Andrew J. Offutt's. (Which at least made some kind of sense, because if Horny-Helmet Guy there was supposed to be Herewiss, then I'm not at all sure who that Nekkid Broad is supposed to be. And whose blood is that? And who are all those dead people? And, and—! ....But then publishers’ art directors often make artists do things that may make little sense in the context of the book.)

(sigh) (laughter) Never mind. I later heard many tales of people pressing the book with the first cover on it into other people's hands and saying "Just ignore the cover and read this." ...So it all worked out, mostly. :)

ETA: I really have to link to this Daily Kos post of 2011 by Lisa Evans, which I hadn't seen until today, and which—while being incredibly complimentary about Fire—also mentions the Dell SF paperback prominently for cover-bizarreness right alongside the old Ballantine covers for the Lord of the Rings trilogy. That’s some exalted company there. …There’s also passing mention of the Susan Shay Collins art for Fire on the Bluejay Books trade paperback edition, usually affectionately referred to around here as "the Blazing Saddles cover." That was one of the two that @anavar-immela was referring to at the top of the post. The third was the 1993 Tor hc/pb cover by Romas Kukalis.

...Anyway. In the meantime, for the books' newest iteration, we've gone to abstract/non-character-image covers. Because frankly, I don't think this bunch would be able to handle the style above at all well...

#Middle Kingdoms #Middle Kingdoms meta #cover art

[unlawfulgames]

So I just noticed that I am not seeing anyone mention The Book of Gaub on this website, which is a crying shame.

Being straightforward with you, I’m one of the authors—but even so it’s one of my favorite ttrpg supplements ever. Not just in the quality of the writing and art within but the quality of the book itself as an object. I mean look at this!

That embossed cover, that duo-tone book cloth that is just the right amount of rough on the fingers, and that beautiful seven fingered hand by Charles Ferguson-Avery.

Within we have the lovely dark writing of seven different and equally talented authors fused together by the expert editing of Paolo Greco of Lost Pages.

A finger trails the letters across a dusty tome. A finger points the way down a dark haunted alley. A finger feels for the pulse of life on a long decayed corpse. A finger scratches the floorboards beneath your feet. A finger chewed down to a white bone. A finger that is not there. A finger catches a shed tear and slides it into a bottle. These are the Seven Fingers of the Hand of Gaub.

Seven Fingers which lay out the theme for forty nine hideous spells and associated horror mini-fiction, forty nine disturbing magical paraphernalia, one hundred calamities, twenty monsters (and how to twist them to your usage) and twenty hooks for if you’ve not already found a tale to put fear into your players.

And the art—oh the art. By author-artists Charles and Rowan, Enoch Duncan, Trevor Henderson and Jonathan Newell.

Did I mention it has a soundtrack? It has a soundtrack, a deep chilling ambience for your table made by the talented Ethereal Girl

And if you don't trust me, how about a couple reviews?

Oh and of course! Where do I buy this most delicious of horrors? Well you can get it straight from Lost Pages but it is also carried by multiple indie distributors such as Spear Witch, Peregrine Post, Exalted Funeral, Noble Knight Games, Soul Muppet and more!

#ttrpg community #roleplaying games #indie ttrpg #ttrpg design #artwork #ttrpg #ttrpg art #horror #horror writing #horror games #horror ttrpg #magic #spells #monsters #Youtube

[rukafais]

"third edition dnd lore was so good" Ah yeah you mean the edition where it got deeply intensely bioessentialist and so intensely hardline about alignment that it shat out things like the Book Of Exalted Deeds? That one?

#god just because the lore is dense doesnt mean its good #i didnt read those sourcebooks for you to fucking unironically gas up third edition

[thydungeongal]

Hey hey hi hello I heard Exalted!!! One of my ttrpg special interests! Third Edition is a blast so far, though only Solars, Lunars, Dragonbloods, and ks backer previews of Sidereals and Exigents are out yet. We also have Exalted Essence, a somewhat stripped down, more narrative focused game engine using the 3e lore, and it's SO GOOD. There's mechanics letting people with noncombat specialties use those in a fight, and every type of exalt is in the corebook.

I really need to catch up on Exalted! I've only read 1e and some of 2e and it's honestly pretty dang good, and 3e sounds like it's mechanically refined over those two. Also, Exalted 1e was a pretty rare W for the lesbians at the time it came out: Gaia and Luna were explicitly stated to be unambiguously consorts, which is cool as hell.

Anyway yeag I should check out 3e :)

#thydungeongal answers

[dice-wizard]

I got my Exalted bag from @nerdykeppie and it is SO fucking cool.

You can buy yours right here

#Exalted RPG #Nerdykeppie #gaming bag #ttrpg #ttrpg accessories #D&D accessories #dnd stuff #d&d stuff #dnd accessories #Exalted Essence #exalted third edition

[ghostofcinders]

Frieren and the other protagonists of the series would work very well as Exalted. I can see Essence doing wonders with the different styles, to be honest.

Who is what, you ask? I'll have to think about it...

#ttrpg #exalted third edition #exalted essence #exalted #sousou no frieren #frieren: beyond journey's end #frieren

[anima-banner]

A deadly and highly contagious disease known as the Great Contagion wreaked havoc on the world, spreading through the bloodstream and lungs of its victims. It caused widespread death, wiping out nearly ninety percent of the human and animal population. The disease had no cure, and the lack of resources and manpower prevented proper disposal of the countless bodies. Cities became grim landscapes draped in corpses, as the cries of the grieving eventually faded into an eerie silence. The survivors believed it to be their darkest hour, but little did they know what awaited them.

It is said that Creation, the world itself, is destined to descend into the chaos from which it originated. This chaos, known as the Wyld, is an amorphous and primal force that surrounds Creation. The world floats like an isolated island within this chaos, with the Wyld constantly encroaching upon its borders. The solidity of human beliefs and the remnants of the Solar Exalteds' mystical armaments had served as barriers, holding back the Wyld.

However, the Great Contagion shattered this defense. Entire nations crumbled, and those responsible for wielding the defensive sorceries of the Solar Realm perished in their efforts. The borders of Creation fractured, and the Wyld rushed in, accompanied by the armies of the Fair Folk, who had always lurked beyond the world's edges, observing, waiting, and hungering for its demise.

The Fair Folk swarmed across the lands in endless legions, bringing with them chaotic storms and vortices that tore apart the landscape. Vast portions of Creation were lost forever, reshaping the lands and seas into twisted forms wherever the Fair Folk set up camp. The remaining Exalted, already weakened by illness and the hardships of the times, expended what little magic remained from the bygone First Age in an attempt to repel the chaotic legions. Even the powerful Lunar Exalted, former allies of the Solars, could only slow down the monstrous advance.

Amidst the Fair Folk's march towards the heart of Creation, a solitary officer belonging to the Dragon-Blooded lineage braved the nearly impenetrable defenses of an ancient Solar weapon system. Through luck or destiny, she gained control over one of the most formidable weapons in existence, awakening it from its slumber. Empowered by the Realm Defense Grid, she decimated the hordes of the Fair Folk, driving them back in anguish and chaos, banishing them from Creation.

Now wielding the might of the Realm Defense Grid, the officer became the most powerful entity in all of Creation. The old ruling shogunate had been all but obliterated, with the shogun she had served and his descendants vanishing. With fiery determination, she reclaimed the remnants of her world from her enemies and compelled loyalty from the remaining forces. Consolidating allies and resources from her central stronghold within Creation, she crowned herself Empress.

Through alliances, political maneuvers, and strategic coups, the Scarlet Empress subdued her adversaries. Through marriages and relationships, she gave birth to a lineage of heroic figures, establishing lesser and greater houses that served as conduits for her influence and power. To maintain her rule, she pitted her own children against each other, creating a never-ending competition for authority, resources, and favor. In time, she infused her legions with soldiers and commanders from her own household and the houses of her most trusted children. Within a few decades, her forces marched beyond her central domain and ventured into the Threshold—the vast lands beyond her island—forcing her enemies to kneel before her might.

#exalted #exalted third edition #scarlet empress #great contagion #fair folk #wyld #creation #ex3 #rpg #roleplaying games #onyx path

[ttrpgbrackets]

The featured games!

In the interest of being a thoughtful community member, below are links to all of the games featured in our bracket, submitted by followers!

Ascendancy can be found on Ruby Soleil-Raine's itch.io.

Patchwork World can be found on Aaron King's itch.io page. Patfinder can be found on Paizo's online store.

Thirsty Sword Lesbians, Monster of the Week, For the Queen, and Blades in the Dark can be found at Evil Hat's online store.

Pokemon Tabletop Adventures 3rd Edition can be found here.

Wisher, Theurgist, Fatalist can be found here.

BXLLET and its expansion SHXLL CASXNGS can be found on Legendary Vermin and Rathayibacter's itch.io pages.

Justicar can be found on Nevyn Holmes' itch.io.

Troika can be found on its website.

Exalted Third Edition can be found on Onyx Path's website.

Glitch can be found on Drivethrurpg.

Lancer can be found on Massif Press's Itch.io.

Monsterhearts and The Quiet Year can be found on Buried Without Ceremony's website.

Wraith: the Oblivion and Mage: The Ascension can be found from White Wolf on drivethrurpg.

Fiasco can be found from Bully Pulpit Games.

Chuubo's Marvelous Wish Granting Engine can be found on drivethrurpg.

Beam Saber can be found on Austin Ramsay's itch.io.

Spire: The City Must Fall and Heart: The City Beneath can be found from Rowan, Rook, and Dekkard

Guardian Mecha Generations is by Chris Longhurst, though a direct link could not be found by this author. Submissions and asks with more information are welcome.

Public Access can be found from The Gauntlet.

Leverage is no longer in print, but was designed by Cam Banks and Rob Donaghue for Margaret Weis Productions

Disparateum can be found on Rathayibacter's itch.io.

World Wide Wrestling is found on Nathan Paoletta's website.

10 million HP Planet can be found on Sandy Pug Games' Itch.io.

Interstitial: Our Hearts Intertwined can be found on Riley Hopkins' itch.io.

Warhammer Fantasy Roleplaying can be found from Cubicle 7 Games

City of Mist can be found from Son of Oak Games

Final Bid can be found on liberigothica's itch.io.

Apocalypse World can be found on its own website, by D. Vincent Baker and Meguey Baker.

Lasers and Feelings by John Harper can be found on its own website.

We Are But Worms can be found on itch.io from Riverhouse Games

Kingdom can be found on Ben Robbins' website.

Kernel can be found on Ava Ayers' cohost.

Ironsworn: Starforged can be found on the Ironsworn website.

Capers can be found on NerdBurger's website.

Fellowship 2nd Edition can be found on liberigothica's itch.io.

Eidolon: Become Your Best Self can be found on the Eidolon Playtest patreon.

Yazeba's Bed and Breakfast can be found on Possum Creek Games

Sentinel Comics: The Roleplaying Game can be found from Greater Than Games

Fathom can be found on Brandon McLeod's itch.io.

Apocalypse Frame can be found from Binary Star Games.

We Used to be Friends can be found on Jonathan Lavalee's website.

I was unable to locate a link to purchase or read Perennial Ultimatum: Bloomward. If you have any information on this game, please feel free to submit a post.