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thinking abt writing a thread about my favorite deathlords in exalted because they& #39;re all ridiculous melodramatic goths and I love them so much.
Got a like! First up is the First and Forsaken Lion, or as I like to call him - Faffle.
He& #39;s my favorite!
He& #39;s my favorite!
He& #39;s the most martial of the deathlords and is the epitome of the phrase "Everything& #39;s Nail to a Hammer". In my years of STing he usually attracts the hardcore combat monkeys and they tend to suffer from his rigid paradigm of & #39;throw swords at the problem until it dies& #39;
Unless I have a really clever or strategic thinking player, any Faffle Deathknight can inevitably be thwarted by just the slightest bit of complex thinking. These are the eager to please guys you can send out for a bucket of steam or a long weight and just sit back and watch.
Faffle is the strongest, most militant & has the largest army but because he fumbled like the easiest pass in the history of creation he got banished to a desert where he sulks abt not having a navy.
He& #39;s the WH40K guy who shells out for a premium army & has nobody to play with.
He& #39;s the WH40K guy who shells out for a premium army & has nobody to play with.
Nobody matches his martial prowess except the one deathlord who has boats and he just pretends he doesn& #39;t care about naval combat anyway and water is dumb.
He& #39;s the Leroy Jenkins of Deathlords. The dumb orange cat of the Underworld. The Derek Zoolander of Stygia. He had a perfect setup to win but because he jumped the gun he got welded into his armor and he can& #39;t shapeshift anymore.
He is my large adult son and I love him.
He is my large adult son and I love him.
He& #39;s such an incredible fuckup the Neverborn used him to punish another Deathlord by making her his servant. This is the equivalent of making the smart nerd girl tutor the dumb jock boy because she got disruptive in one class. He swoons for her and she hates him.
He& #39;s also like the worst boss and just makes everyone do the jobs that they should stereotypically be able to do regardless of competency. All dusk castes are soldiers, all midnights are priests, all daybreaks are sorcerers, all days are spies, all moonshadows can& #39;t be trusted.
He is so bad at this that his right hand man, that he exalted himself, regularly lies to him about what he is and what he does because he hates moonshadows, becoming the most accurate self fulfilling prophecy ever.
He& #39;s the boss who makes an assumption about your title and sets you to do jobs you& #39;re not qualified for.
"Says here you& #39;re a Doctor."
"Yes, I have my PhD in Ancient Histo-"
"Great, I need you prepped and ready for surgery in an hour."
"I& #39;m not that kind of doctor!"
"Says here you& #39;re a Doctor."
"Yes, I have my PhD in Ancient Histo-"
"Great, I need you prepped and ready for surgery in an hour."
"I& #39;m not that kind of doctor!"
He has the personality of an empty suit of armor. He& #39;s the perfect min-max fighter and he& #39;s extremely committed to the bit. He& #39;s so earnest and eager and I love it. He could smash me with a fingernail but I could obliterate him by asking him for an updog.
He may be banished to the remote desert for being an extreme loser but he will always be first among equals in my heart.
