The Uncrucified, an Exalted TTRPG Fan Project

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A portrait of Kalara to appreciate her layered jewelry and phoenix jacket.

A portrait of Golden Lies so you can appreciate all his beweled bone details.

A portrait of The Crucified Dreamer to appreciate her colorful skeleton jewelry themes.

Character art dump of Kalara, Golden Lies, & The Crucified Dreamer for those who don’t want to click off to tumblr.

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Post by @theuncrucified · 11 images 💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 3 · Kalara Vadras, The Uncrucified Solar Exalted, Eclipse Caste, Righteous Devil · Here's my Exalted Secret Santa reference journal for this year's exchange hosted by @shiftingpath. So…

My Exalted character ref journal for this year’s Exalted Secret Santa event hosted by @shiftingpath.bsky.social

Enjoy getting to know Kalara, Golden Lies, & Abyssal Kalara. Are you participating this year?👀

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Tyree page from chapter 1. Three soldiers are trekking through the jungle.

Tyree page from chapter 1. Viktor is sitting and looking up at a giant winged and feathered serpent.

Tyree page from chapter 2 of Viktor starting his adventure

Tyree page from chapter 2. Viktor encountering a wounded dragon in the rain.

Tyree is about a mute son of the Moon that wasn't supposed to exist. He strikes a deal to return Death's sword to her temple in hope of winning her favor and being turned human. It is inspired by pre-hispanic mesoamerica & deals w/ themes of grief, war, trauma, and discovering yourself. #tyreecomic

The twins, Radanne & Rabanne, share a single shard of a Dawn Caste exaltation, their powers at full peak as they fight near one another.

They were destined to rule together till their exaltation on the battlefield marked them as golden demons to be reviled & exiled. Now, they search for purpose.

I know very little about the Green Sun Princes, so I’m keen to learn more about them. Also the art is rad & these new sig characters are🤘AF!

Artorias, the Soul Knife Rogue. A young dark-haired, blue-eyed rogue smiles subtly while a psychic energy dagger floats above his outstretched hand.

Kalim and Eidy from The Whaler Girl by Sam Hogg. A painting of a redheaded woman holding a horned skull mask as she is embraced by a masked pirate shrouded in danger and mystery. Gold gingko leaves grow around her. The image is stylized and mimics the pose of Klimt's "The Kiss".

A storm brews while an intense looking man with brown skin, blue eyes, and black hair stares across the edge of a dagger blade encrusted with gems. His nomadic rags hide his status as a prince signified by this royal blade. Digitally painted. Title is "Oathbound" by Angela R. Sasser.

A woman with signs of welts on her tattooed back touches the marble and gold carving of Kushiel, the Angel of Punishment, who she is divinely linked to. White doves fly through a candlelit interior accented with red roses. A fan cover inspired by Kushiel's Dart by Jacqueline Carey illustrated by Angela r. Sasser.

I hear it's ok to ask for re-shares on your bday?😘 I'm officially old today! Have some of my fave pieces I've done over the years. Here's to exploring more of my fave subjects and experimenting with writing/comics in the next year to come!
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I've not had a lot of art to share while Life has been Life-in' real hard. Thought it was time for a personal post about it! Things are currently looking up, but they've been intense for a while.
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More at the blog post:

A brunette woman with pale skin and two obscenely large black arms and hands ending in sharpened claws. She's wearing a purple dress over a pale green one and metal boots.

Abyssal Exalt NPC I made back in 1e... Sorta. The arms are artifacts that ate the flesh off her original pair.

This was fun to do. Learned a bunch while doing so and know places I need to focus on studying for next time. Though next project drawing is gonna be just a couple of heads.

Breaking down this goal into smaller ones:
- Write list of core cast & supporting cast
- Create art for each of the core cast

BONUS! If I’m ambitious enough.
- Plot arc maps for each core cast
- Finish pitch doc exercises from Comics Experience script writing book

a man with a beard is smiling with writing is hard written below him Alt: a man with a beard is smiling with writing is hard written below him

Today is the 1st day of SHUT UP & WRITE! a self-hosted event I’m doing to set some light accountability for myself to get writing done.

1st goal on the agenda - get a Dramatis Personae written up for my Exalted comic, THE UNCRUCIFIED. I’ve been talking about this project for YEARS. Time for action!

Here’s hoping! It’s not a requirement to finish within the month, but a soft deadline to help with motivation.

Hopefully more people reach the goal even outside of Oct so I can sing their praises when it happens! 🤞 🤞

ALSO, unless my tallying is wrong, you’re the only participant this year across socials who finished within October, so CONGRATS! 🍾🎉🎊

It was fantastic to watch you conjure so many flash fics! I wish I had more time this month to properly go through and comment on everything, which I def want to do as things calm down on my end.

Thanks for participating! It’s been so exciting to see another writer join in this year!

Today's the last day of OCT, but NOT the last day of the Exalted Art Challenge! Thx so much to everyone who participated. It's been a joy to see a mix of art, writing, & homebrew this year.

Keep on creating and I'll keep on re-sharing! Let the Challenge continue to inspire & intrigue for Exalted!

Art depicting a golden mecha with a large shield emblazoned with a golden eye in its forward facing hand, and a spear pointed away from the viewer in its trailing hand. It is in front of a dark blue background with clouds and beams of light.

#ExaltedArtChallenge day 21, Warstrider! I've never actually had one in one of my games, so I just kinda made up an orichalcum one. Out of my normal depth on it, but I'm pleased!
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We're almost to the end of this month of highlighting this year's #ExaltedArtChallenge! Some surprise medical challenges on top of convention rush didn't allow me to participate as much as I'd like, but I just have to say how much of a joy it's been to watch you all work!😌

A short story on a beige background ‘You’re being unreasonable, Blue’ Her mentor’s benevolent incessant droning was chipping away at the limited patience left in Cerulean Nailon. ‘Anything but. I’ve seen all the permutations, and explained them to you ten times. At this stage it’s not my problem if you fail to see the obvious.’ she saw the teacher bristle at her words, but by the end of the day if will be clear who’s right and who is past her prime. ‘When was the last time you stepped outside this room?’ ‘I have work to do. If we don’t straighten that destiny, half a century of work is wasted. Go away.’ Momentarily unable to squeeze out a word, Glass Promise waved her hand, trailing glitter-blue stardust over Nailon’s hectic notes and frantic connections. ‘Please hear me over this,’ she said before her pupil could express outrage. ‘You aren’t being yourself, we’re better than this’. By Venus’ grace, her lesser sign bore through whatever haze dammed Nailon’s reason. The younger Sidereal slumped in her chair with a weeping sigh.

Day 15 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge

I love Sidereals. 3e might actually have made them equal to Deebs in my ranking.

Art showing a hand coming out of the darkness holding a lantern with a white-pink flame in the center of it.

And I'm caught up with today for the #ExaltedArtChallenge with a non-combat artifact! The Monk's lantern, which lets you gaze into it to see shadows of the past.
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A short story on a beige background The hungry ghosts took a violent step back, blown back by a pressure none of the living present could feel. ‘I did not order this death. Return to your graves until conjured.’ rasped a quiet voice. The dead struggled against the command, buffeted by an opposing will. Mortals cuddled into a shallow cave watched with eyes wide open, too scared to risk turning their gaze. Cold night exploded into the fading warmth of the retreating day with a dusty smell of offerings long overdue. ‘You are mine to command by the unliving will of the oblivion itself. Leave.’ Tension broke, and the dead skittered away back in the direction of their graves. The voice rasped closer to the cave’s opening. ‘My apologies for the inconvenience. The presence behind this unfortunate incident will be recycled and reconfigured properly. If you could step out of the cave, I have a little bit of bloodshed to get into that these dilettanti could not have been trusted to conduct to specification.’

A short story on a beige background ‘I am sorry, but this isn’t agreeable at all. Our dead have been cared for well all this time! We don’t need a service we don’t need.’ It was to be expected. You know they can’t be trusted. Yes, Mother. ‘Your offerings are sufficient, but not satisfactory. I can guide your agreements, if you let me stay at the whisperer’s hut for the season.’ let the leader guide the direction, you can pivot without missing any breath. The old woman frowns. A chance? ‘Are you a speaker?’ ‘I do speak across the limen, yes. Your graveyard is agreeable, it can be better. Safer for both and on either side.’ please let me help you before this domain also falls. ‘Your neighbours downriver have already avoided the devouring that befell Anlin.’ The stranger stood up awkwardly, and the hooded cloak fell at odd angles. ‘I shan’t bother you, if you trust your methods.’ a smell of graveyard wafted in despite closed windsills. ‘Wait. We may... the hut is unused anyway.’ ‘And I can prevent the loss of the future whisperer’.

A short story on a beige background ‘You wanted my help, don’t act all depressed now because of it’ ‘You ruined my life’ ‘Bah, you look at it completely wrong. I let you live many!’ ‘I don’t even have a name anymore!’ ‘Sure you do, any you’d want.’ The two have been on the road to Great Forks for two weeks now — a god of names in dire straits, and a man who wanted to disappear. ‘You eat them all, you dungbat!’ ‘Now now, that’s no way to talk to a god, shshshshshs. I don’t even eat them. Just turn them into power you need to keep on not getting killed.’ ‘Did you just use my name?’ ‘Just when? ‘Just then!’ ‘Oh, yes, you didn’t hear it?’ ‘Nothing but the murmur of wind.’ ‘Fascinating. Do you hear it when I call you Ravel?’ ‘Yes I do’ ‘Well... don’t get used to it much, there are some bandits ahead. You know what to do to get through it. Toodles!’ The god dematerialised, leaving Ravel haggard on the dusty road. ‘Oi you filthy bastard, give us yer silver!’ shshshsh sighed and danced on the edge of memory to get behind the bandit.

A short story on a beige background Swooping Hope raced against the gathering winds and their own fear. ‘I must make it, Oloime needs to—‘ A tyrant lizard wrought in cloud and lightning roared into being over the hill, the wind pushing against the Lunar’s flight grew tendfold. ‘Shit, no, I can still—’ Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Reality seemed to open a panel that’s always been there, revealing titanic whirring verdant gears and rhythmic pendulums. ‘Your command over electricity is impressive, cousin, you will find mine at least your equal!’ a voice not wholly human rolled over the hills. ‘Please do not advance.’ When Hope’s flight finally carried them over the hills, Luna’s Chosen saw a living jade statue with twin whips of alien make, protecting Oloime, and clearly an odd Chosen themselves. The ground between the defender and the shikari vibrated with contained lightning, Lunar’s essence instinctively leapt to bolster their body against the thunder that would inevitably crash when the tyrant lizard and the gears collide.

Day 11-14 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge

Had some catching up to do, oops.

I particularly like the Exigent one, it's based on my yet-unmechanised idea of a god of names who tags along with his Exigent and eats the man's names and aliases in return for extra motes. They will get along, eventually.

Art depicting the blade Imprimature from the Exalted ttrpg. The sword is in a black and grey stone sheath with a red seal on the sheath. The handle is white jade, and bound with a red tassel. Text on the side reads: Imprimatur Gifted to Nellens by the Empress, Imprimatur's blade is inscribed with a message the Empress promised that only Nellens' heirs would read. The white jade blade is sealed into a stone sheath, bound with a red tassel.

Yesterday's entry for the #ExaltedArtChallenge (artifact!) is all finished! Stuff like this is out of my normal wheelhouse, but I think it came out decent!
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A short story on a beige background A broad-bladed daiklave stabbed into the heart of a concept, its soul warped, yet strengthened by the exposure. *** An impassioned speech in a gathering of your elders, a plea and a claim to a blade whose relationship with your exaltation is stronger than death. *** An artistic ambition quelling the endless stirring of radiant essence in your soul, blood spilled on the floor of a palace inherited by your power. *** Darkness. Lost beyond usefulness. *** The thieves’ stench makes you twist and turn, you escape with others like you, reaching for the heavens, but so many are lost to the ever-foes. *** A soldier of quick temper, the last defender of a village which didn’t do anything to earn its slaughter. A worthy soul to illuminate. Two years pass. Memories resurface in flashes and flares. ‘The Mask is broken, but it worked. It was worth it’. The Creation is different, but it can’t be all lost when the Unconquered’s champions roam it, can it?

Day 10 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge: Incarnations back to back

I found the final concept mid-writing, as I realised it could be about flashes of memories held within the Exaltation, carried through the ages.

Giving the Exaltation itself some identity felt like a fun, non-canon choice.

Art of Moray Darktide from the Exalted TTRPG done in the style of She-Ra Moray stands at the bow of the ship, pointing forward and shouting similar to Seahawk shouting "ADVENTURE" on this ship. The Silver Prince looks on in concern.

Day 16 NPC
After yesterday's #ExaltedArtChallenge I needed something less complicated, so here's Moray Darktide shouting "ADVENTURE" like Seahawk, because he is to me. This himbo has appeared in multiple of my games.
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Art depicting a four-armed man with skin made of brass, holding fires above each fo his hands. He has red hair and the caste mark of the ascendant infernal caste from the Exalted ttrpg on his forehead.

Woah! I finished Day 15 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge so that means it is Limit Break time.
This is an ascendant caste Infernal, Radiant Bull, going through the Heaven Challenging Thunder limit break from the Essence book.
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A short story on a beige background ‘It should be somewhere here’ said River. The expedition spent the last two weeks cutting through the forest, following the ancient shahan–ya’s directions, and now finally stood before... ‘Nothing more than a broken ruin, why are here?’, spat Emerald Rain, slicing the vines blocking their path. ‘We knew it was going to be, Em, but the old cat insisted.’ The travellers passed into a shadowed corridor littered in stained glass that once adorned its roof. ‘We could have been somewhere fun, but no, we’re in the middle of nowhere!’ ‘See? Rima gets it! Why are we... oh.’ As if Fated by Mercury herself, the trio entered a perfectly preserved gallery, the orichalcum-latticed roof held against the centuries and now opened to the dance of lights in the Calibration sky. ‘It worked’ whispered Emerald Rain out of the blue ‘The Mask is broken, but it worked’, as starlight moved through a jade arch and the dancing shadows chronicled the war against Primordials, he cried unexpected tears, ‘It was worth it.’

Day 9 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge

This time I wished I had more space, and while only I control the space I have, at least this one self-imposed rule I'll respect xD

Just gotta say I looove the dark whimsy of your Abyssal’s name.🥀

Art depicting a silhouette of a samurai woman kneeling and reaching for her sword. The background behind her is red, with the dusk caste symbol from Exalted behind her.

Two down! Looks like I'm not gonna hit today's challenge, but, here is Saturday's #ExaltedArtChallenge : Abyssal

This would be a very quick representation of my Abyssal Dusk caste, First Rose Felled by Winter
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Art depicting a redheaded woman playing a green fiddle in front of a hedgerow at night. Around her, an image of a glowing elk rises up facing the viewer

#ExaltedArtChallenge day 13 (exigent) and day 14 (anima banner)!

This would be Treise, the chosen of the hedges, where civilization and nature cross paths with each other.
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A short story on a beige background: ‘It’s a prestigious position, you won’t get a chance like this soon.’ Rich aromas still wafted strong in Fruitful Endeavour’s presence, centuries since they oversaw spice trade. ‘It is true from a certain point of view, but I know what destinies they are planning for the city. I would be squatting on your patio within a hundred years.’ Olomaion of the Tides winced, even though Endeavour’s patio was famously gorgeous. The two gods sat in silence for a while, smell of brine competing with spices for control over the cramped office snowed under sailing charts and tide schedules. ‘So what are you going to do?’ ‘My job. They don’t have enough pull to remove me, and misjudged my ambitions. Whirlpool’s betters tried to force me out, and quickly learned that nobody know that knot of currents and tides better than I do.’ Tides’ voice took on the timbre of rolling waves. A god of commerce and a god of seas sank back into silence, before Endeavour spoke again. ‘Do not drink the wine I brought.’

A short story on a beige background It took centuries and more wasted material than she would have liked to admit, but Dancing Chisel was finally happy with all the carvings and every arrangement. Rerouting of certain stellar paths to accomodate them for the new era were also a point of contention, but hardly something worth bringing up at the Deliberative. No matter, it all worked out in the end. Come Calibration, it should be a shadow play for the ages. ‘Aren’t you worried, Opina?’ a voice rustled from the shadows. ‘Not anymore. My work is done, come heaven or hell it will stand.’ ‘It’s the heaven that’s coming.’ ‘As is their right. My elder peers brought this on us all. I will not have the memory of my predecessors’ deeds lost to the darkness that comes.’ Silver Roar stepped gently out of the shadows, moonlight exposing the lionine tuft of her Tell. ‘We could run. I know safe havens in the Wyld’ ‘I know. And I need you to outlive me. Somebody needs to know it’s here.’ she put a sad kiss on her Lunar companion’s forehead.

Day 7 (God) and Day 8 (First Age Incarnation) of the #ExaltedArtChallenge.
I keep missing a day and having to make up for it. Oops.

Art of a liminal from Exalted, showing a black and white image of a woman with long flowing hair that reaches out in different directions. The right half of her is in shadow, and her right eyes is wide and has no iris and a small pupil.

Here is yesterday's #ExaltedArtChallenge entry, #12, Liminal.

This is my character Isolde, the Snow Hen. She's a sweet, short little thing who uses her charms and necromancy to become not so sweet, not so cute.
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A short story on a beige background. 'What have we learned today?’ Their words were met with silence and the creaking of broken wooden frames. For a brief moment, Glass Promise was unsure if that’s part of the spell or not. ‘We do not invoke the Skin of Bronze without checking the footing.’ ‘Correct! What else?’ ‘Gods are sometimes squishy’ ‘Also correct!’ Promise reached out their hand and, with an Essence-infused heave, helped their pupil out of the rubble. A lesson unspoken was of their own, and involved planning a different training for young Nailon. The young woman took to sorcery with a startling ease, but broader picture kept eluding her, be it the filigree wood-and-paper floors or the flammable... the same, really. ‘Are you mad at me?’ The elder Joybringer took out their hankerchief and polished Nailon’s dusty forehead, eliciting a very amusing ring from the metallic surface. ‘Bah, nonsense. A little discorporation never killed anyone, and the repairs will come out of your stipend anyway.’

A short story on a beige background ‘Do you think they know?’ The hands traced the path of the sun across the sky, now dark and resting from its toil. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘The ones above, in the sky.’ A sigh of hesitation. ‘I think they can’t. It must be too much, right?’ Grass shifted on his namesake, rustling quietly in the darkness lit by stars alone. ‘You think so?’ ‘Seven Tides only hears from us in the bay, and she is already always tired.’ ‘Hm. Maybe. Maybe who moves the skies hears too much good and bad to know.’ ‘Mom says Luna knows, but she wouldn’t say how she’s so sure.’ ‘Your mom says a lot of weird things.’ Trout grabbed a handful of leaves and chucked them at Grass. ‘She’s not from the bay, she saw places, you should listen some time.’ ‘Maybe. I hope the moon comes back after the Calibration.’ ‘They always do.’ replied Trout, adopting his dad’s unearned, sagely tone. ‘Race you to the pier?’ ‘We’re avoiding the stones, remember?’ Golden stars glimmered in Grass’ eyes. ‘Of course I remember, stupid.’

Days 5 (Spell/Ritual) and 6 (Celestial Incarna) of the #ExaltedArtChallenge