Exalted: Modern Nights
You know the flood story, I assume? Noah and the boat, animals two by two and all that? It’s true. In the First and Second Ages, the world was flat. Outside of the world was the Wyld, above it was Heaven and below it was the Underworld and below that, the Labyrinth. In the chaos and destruction and great calamity that followed on the heels of the Scarlet Empress’ disappearance (and subsequent reappearance), the return of the Solars, the rise of the Deathlords, etc., etc., and so forth the conflict was so great that the greatest of the gods had to step up and do something about it. The Unconquered Sun, Luna, the Five Maidens, Gaia. Gaia was called upon to swallow the Underworld and lock away the haven of her dead, Primordial brethren. She did so, locking the Underworld within her being and twisting to contain it. In the cataclism the shift caused, the great elemental powers at the corners of creation were torn loose and the armies of the Wyld came rushing in. The entire world was engulfed in an elemental torrent.
Foreseeing this, one lone Sidereal Exalt and a small contingent of humans were gathered together with what they could of the world. Animals, two by two. They locked themselves in a massive mountain Manse, protected by the most powerful of magics in Creation. The Unconquered Sun, Luna, and the Maidens forced the Wyld back beyond the heavens, sacrificing and breaking apart the heavenly isle of Yu-Shan with their efforts. Each took up a station, standing guard over the remains of what they had once ruled. To protect themselves, they followed Gaia’s example and forged themselves into what mortals now call planets. The remains of Yu-Shan now orbit between what is left of Mars and Jupiter. The Wyld is what’s past the solar system, past the range of the solar winds. Voyager 1 and 2 passed this barrier not long ago. They have not been heard from since. Pluto and its moon are occasionally in the bordermarches. During meteor showers and other astronomical events, Wyld effects occur randomly.
When the flood of the elements had subsided, forty days and forty nights later, the Sidereal discovered that a Lunar had hidden among the animals they rescued. Prince of Doves was sent out to see if it was safe to leave their mountain fortress. When he returned, he carried the branch of a living olive tree as proof that the storm had died down and that life had survived. They left the mountain and called it Ararat, the place of new beginnings.
The man, Jesus, was a Lunar and the Tribe of Israel is a social experiment in the Thousand Streams River project. He was the same Lunar that was with them in the beginning. He occasionally sired Half-Caste children that lived remarkably long lives and were heroes of the tribe. He would take their shapes temporarily and deliver prophecies to nudge the society along. About 2000 years ago the Lunar was getting towards the end of his natural life and wanted to leave the most powerful message he could with his tribe. And so he became a martyr for them. Unfortunately, his message was misinterpreted and led to the eventual creation of Christianity. His Essence hasn’t reincarnated because Luna has been lying dormant all these millenia.
His return has been prophesied as the coming of The Antichrist, and he will bear the mark of the beast.
The Sidereal though, before he locked himself away, stole peaches of immortality and celestial wine and has been keeping himself alive this whole time. So what has this Sidereal been doing? Well, seeing as how he’s now around 5,500 years old he’s had a lot of time on his hands to figure out exactly what happened when the excrement impacted the rotating oscillator. With the time he’s had he managed to find a way to pull down Exalted soul shards which have, for lack of a god to assign them a body, been sort of floating around in the ether. The last Primordial, Gaia, is slowly dying; her ambient Essence has reduced to a trickle and her natural resources are in danger of being consumed. We can only hope that the return of Essence users may slowly start to change things and reawaken her. – Creedance Walters, Twilight Caste Solar, Scholar of the Fourth Age, circa A.D. 2023