Exalted: Golden Shackles, Iron Crowns

Exalted; Golden Shackles, Iron Crowns
Session 1, Seed

The session opens with Kane waking to the pungent odors of a broken Lamp of Iridescent Ease and finds himself, wrists tied behind his back, in a curved wooden cylinder with no idea how he came to be there. The cylinder is large as three yeddim standing in a line, and nearly as wide as one. The wood beneath his palms is smooth and lacquered, an oddity in this fallen age. The lamp smells like cinnamon and rotting grapes. Outside he can hear the crash of thunder and rain against the thick wood, and fainter, the familiar

His gaze slowly adjusts to the light, making out the figures still sleeping. His brother Flynn, recently rescued from a life of indentured servitude to Olif Hailbax. A woman in the _______ robes of ________, most likely an alchemist of some kind. Two more shapes by the fire, one dressed in the leathers and swirling tattoos of a Far Eastern Barbarian; the other, like a bad joke, a shaven-headed Immaculate. At the far a would-be nobleman, his once fine and obviously jewel studded clothing now barely hanging on him in tatters. Kane himself was red of hair, well built, and his simple robe and kimono seemed to have better weathered the greed of whomever had taken them all captive.

…much more to add later…


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