(Exalted 3e) The Three Banners Festival: An Exigents Jumpstart

 In a shocking turn of events, I don't have a lot to say about The Three Banners Festival: An Exigents Jumpstart (Anahita Lange, John Maytus, MJ Monleón). Though in my defense (to my shame?) this is only because the book itself is so short - 55 pages, divided into three parts. Part one was just a recap of the Exalted 3rd Edition rules, and was more selective than condensed. I relearned all about withering attacks and the social influence system, but none of the Abilities or Attributes were described and so things like "feats of strength" or "establishing a fact" are presumably left for me to reinvent on my own (and if this is your only exposure to the Exalted rules, you'll have to, because they are referenced in the PCs' charms). This took up 17 pages. Then, skipping ahead, part three was all about the preconstruct characters, which had canonical backstories, complex mechanics, and two-page character sheets, taking up 20 pages. That left part 2, the actual Jumpstart Adventure itself, with a mere 13 pages to work with. (The fact that these don't add up is down to the title page, table of contents, credits page, and two full-page chapter illustrations).

So yes, I may have spent longer breaking down the page count than I did reading the adventure, but that's not a commentary on the adventure itself. Hell, it's barely commentary at all, except perhaps to give y'all a heads-up if you were planning on buying this to run the adventure with the full rules. There's not a lot of meat on these bones, but there's some good flavor, if you were merely Exalted-curious and wanted to try it out.

The story is classic Exalted in that it is a mildly interesting plot, happening in a more-interesting-than-average setting, involving more-interesting than average characters. The set-up: a local big shot got his hands on a valuable item and needs protection while he works out what to do with it. Unfortunately, a small-time criminal syndicate gets word of this and tries to make a big score, assaulting the big-shot and framing the main characters for the theft. Working their underworld contacts, the protagonists corner the toughs, brawl it out, and in the process the valuable item is ruined. Ah well, they tried their best. The only thing to do now is have the main characters team up permanently, to solve mysteries.

But, you know, the local big shot is "a lesser but well connected god of rumors," the valuable item is the Divine Exigence, capable of turning an ordinary person into an immortal champion of the gods, the gang of toughs are the Goddesses of Pottery, Baking, and Weaving (as well as a rogue lion-dog who gave up on the whole "guardian of sacred sites" deal), and of course the main characters are a motely group of fantasy superheroes, blessed with the powers of the aurora, peasant agriculture, puppetry, and urban planning.

If you're familiar with Exalted, it all comes across as very sensible, perhaps even inevitable. Mad-lib mock epic meets the most elemental of noir plots (the storyteller advice at the start of part two even says "reading a Raymond Chandler novel in advance might be helpful"). However, I can't help wondering what it might be like for this product to be used in its intended role - as an entry point to the series for total newcomers. I'm not sure I'd be able to parse the logic of its choices. A town that's sort of (but not really) ruled by gods. . . and the gods can have different purviews and power levels, ranging from a single field to the concept of defensive warfare . . . and the gods can empower mortals to use extremely specific magical abilities . . . but doing so is risky and transactional, so the gods have their own mafia for all of this . . . and that's what you have to know before you can start playing The Three Banners Festival: An Exigents Jumpstart.

I guess it's not the biggest ask in my collection (that would probably be The Far Roofs, when I finally get around to reading it), but it is a bit of a niche. Of course, being a niche is part of what I love about Exalted, generally, so . . . at least it's a better adventure than the dream quest from Tomb of Dreams.

Ukss Contribution: Pakpao the Puppeteer. She's probably one of 3e's best signature characters (when the book isn't pretending her charmset could be used for anybody) - messed up golddigger, inadvertent(?) class warrior, hustler out for number one, master of mind control and the ruthless objectification of flesh, but also just a huge nerd for those damned puppets. She's like a hero made specifically for the Internet Age.

(Eberron 3.5) Five Nations

In the world of Eberron, the continent of Khorvaire is a place defined by the interwar tensions and cutthroat espionage and diplomacy of Europe in the 1920s and 30s, mixed with the liberalization and nation-building of the early modern era, but then aesthetically and culturally it is almost, but not quite, a completely "standard" medieval fantasy setting. Yes, there are magical items that evoke 19th century technology, but you are stepping off that train into what is, essentially, a "fairytale kingdom."

That last part was a direct quote, by the way. It's how Five Nations (Bill Slavicsek, David Noonan, Christopher Perkins) described the Kingdom of Cyre, before it was swallowed up by a magical death cloud to become the Mournland.

Basically, what I'm saying is that despite all the robots and newspapers and antiquity-stealing universities, Eberron is the rpg equivalent of this:

And look, Neuschwanstein Castle is iconic, even if it took me three guesses to successfully google the name. So if it feels like I'm dragging on Eberron right now, well that's pretty perceptive of you. I did not mean this comparison entirely as a compliment. But also, like Neuschwanstein Castle, Eberron is, for all of its faults, pretty damned iconic. 

Also like Neuschwanstein Castle (I'm going to keep name-checking the castle until I can spell it from memory), Eberron would be significantly better if the creators read more 19th century newspapers and less medieval fantasy. 

Five Nations is a book that practically embodies this contradiction. In many ways, it's one of the best setting books I've ever read. Four of the five titular nations get a "style" section that discusses their art, architecture, cuisine, and fashion. All of the NPCs have associated agendas and challenges. The locations suggest potential adventures. It's very well made. But it's a well-made medieval fantasy setting.

Let's look at some hard figures here - Breland is a kingdom with a land area of 1.8 million square miles. And a population of 3.7 million. For reference, that's more than half the continental United States (Alaska really skews the figure, so I left it out) and approximately the same number of people counted by the 1790 US census (3.9 million). Or to put it another way, as of the Day of Mourning the five nations of Galifar had a combined land area 20% greater than Europe and a population (approximately 12 million) that is lower than Europe's has ever been. . . at least in the past two thousand years.

The low populations might be explained by the century-long war they just got done fighting, but the war itself is pretty inexplicable, given the distances involved. Logistics are probably much better than they were IRL, thanks to magic, but since the primary driver of the war seems to have been the egos of those involved in the beginning (who started fighting because they could not abide Galifar's absolutely ludicrous succession laws), it doesn't actually make much sense that their descendants would carry on for decades after their deaths.*

*Except, of course, for King Kais III of Karrnath, who was the cover identity of Kais I who became a vampire and then stole the identity of his great-grandson, and thus one of the bastards who started the war in the first place.

I mean, obviously, people do foolish and immoral things for thinner motives than "nuh-uh, it was my great-grandma who should have been queen," but, like, queen of what? Breland has half the population density of the Australian outback. These "nations" are not even exerting political control over their own territories, definitely not to the extent of a modern state, and probably not even to the extent of a classical empire. Banditry and rebellious local aristocrats should be endemic. Like, I kind of thought that King Oraev's plan to carve off a piece of Breland to turn the refugee land grant of New Cyre into the independent kingdom of New Cyre was ungrateful and treacherous, but honestly, would Breland even miss it? 

You could argue that the sparse population, lower than even real medieval times, is actually an adaptation for D&D's particular style of fantasy. Not enough people for the land, sure, but if you add up the people and creatures, maybe it makes a bit more sense. Those Karrnath Bulettes, which can pop up through the floorboards to spread endemic illnesses they originally contracted through eating undead. . . they probably discourage a more uniform pattern of settlement. It might be wise to look at the book's description of the nation as occupying 1.3 million square miles and mentally discount that by 70-80%, to account for fantasy shenanigans.

It's just, if that was the intended interpretation of the material, they could simply have said as much. There's a world where the five nations are scattered Points of Light, strung together with a magical railroad and united by a shared cultural heritage of Not Being Eaten By Monsters, but that world is not Eberron. Eberron is a world that talks about the five nations as if they were modern states who are barely held back from repeating a generationally-traumatic war by a tenuous and unenforceable treaty. Breland has an "industrial heart of the nation," for crying out loud. How are they getting there? "Oh, Ma, Pa, I know the bank is threatening to foreclose on the dirt farm, but I saw in the chronicle that the factories down by the Dagger River are hiring. I'll cross the 500 miles of manticore-infested wasteland and send back money every week."

The better solution would be to assume that their figures are off by approximately an order of magnitude. A Khorvaire with a population of 120 million makes more sense even in a medieval setting, and could actually support the conflicts and themes the text keeps teasing. That's a level of population where you start needing railroads and factories, and which might even result in battles as wide-ranging and destructive as to deserve the sobriquet of "The Last War."

Anyway, as much as I want to like Five Nations for being the exact style of rpg setting book I prefer, I can't entirely get over the disconnect between my expectations and what the game delivers. Personally, I want a fantasy rpg that takes place in a magitech 19th century Europe. I am on board with that premise. Give me conflicts rooted in modern nationalism and Enlightenment political ideology, in the form of espionage, mercenary work, or scientific archaeology. Hell, give me a D&D detective story. You wanna be pulp? Then be pulp. But this thing where you also want to be able to plausibly deliver (at least on a surface level) "traditional medieval fantasy?" Honestly, it's making you worse at medieval fantasy too.

Now, give me a moment to savor my own audacity in roasting Neuschwanstein (got it in four!)

Ukss Contribution: Okay, this is a silly one. The king of Breland has a companion animal called a "magebred tiger." It's almost exactly like a tiger, but it's smarter, easier to train, and with higher physical attributes across the board ("hey, what if we increased this apex predator's land speed by 25% and its stealth rating by 33%") and it was given to the king as a gift from the dragonmarked house that specializes in creating abominations of nature.

But that's not what I'm adding to Ukss. What I'm adding to Ukss is the king's . . . strange reaction to receiving such a gift. "Boranel instantly fell in love with the animals and spent several years populating his rainforests with them. Boranel has decreed that killing magebred ghost tigers in the King's Forest is a crime punishable by incarceration or death."

Now, I'm sure someone will tell me if it's just me who thinks this - but that's a recipe for an out-of-control invasive species, right? They took a creature that was already a top-tier predator of humans, then genetically modified it to be even more deadly than that, and then they set it loose in a protected habitat where it would be safe from its only conceivable predator. . . 

I don't know, maybe the King's Forest is full of manticores or something, and so nature will find a balance, but I kind of find that sort of ecological short-sightedness to be absolutely hilarious. Hey, Boranel - at any point of this plan, did you find even one other person who thought it was a good idea? It's actually fascinating. There's no level of analysis or way of breaking this down that makes it even accidentally persuasive. What was the end goal here? Getting mauled to death in your own forest?

Anyway, some monarch or other on Ukss will have a similarly reckless relationship with an artificial animal, but when I depict it, I'm not going to be at all subtle about how bad that's going to backfire.

(Exalted 3e) Abyssals: Sworn to the Grave

When you read any Exalted 3rd Edition fatsplat you have to accept a certain implicit risk - that you will blow through the interesting lore stuff in a single day and then spend the next two weeks trying to muster the enthusiasm to read the subsequent 230 pages of charms. Can you believe I actually forgot my own opinions on the new lore? I had to look at my notes to remind me.

Abyssals: Sworn to the Grave is an interesting book because it is (for obvious reasons) the most . . . skilled 3e book yet, the one that is best at embodying all the unique virtues of 3rd edition as a game. But its subject matter - the dark Exalted who swore an oath to eternally-dying primordial gods to destroy all life in exchange for a delay in their fated hour - is the one that benefits least from 3rd edition's approach. I know this is going to be a controversial opinion in the fandom, but they didn't need to be softened, or rounded out, or made more human. The tits-out goth chick with the wild eyes that screamed "I'm horny for BLOOD" was peak and yeah, she was conceived in misogyny and when I get around to reading Scroll of Exalts I'm going to have some harsh words about that, but this book was definitely missing an essential level of camp. I mean, really, this is the Abyssals book. If you're not going to take this opportunity to celebrate women's wrongs, when are you ever going to do it?

Okay, less flippantly. . . there's always been this constituency in the fandom that objected to Abyssals being presented as a "villain" splat. You know, death is a part of life, so maybe it doesn't need to be viewed solely as an evil. And if death is sometimes not an evil, then death's exalted shouldn't have to always be evil. Maybe you could have an Abyssal who was a psychopomp or a counselor or just a hero for the ghost kingdoms.

I mean, I get it. Sometimes you just want to put on the leather pants and the eyeliner and be a little spooky in a way that is exactly as safe as the shiny golden hero, because why should the psychopaths get to hog the dark aesthetic? And to be fair, the villainous Abyssals haven't always been the fun kind of villain-core. Sometimes, maybe even most of the time, they were just these scatological bullies who were like "I'm going to STOMP on the KITTEN and then make a HAT from its GUTS."

But I can't help feeling the "Abyssals should be shepherds of the dead" perspective is one that . . . unduly privileges respectability. Truth of the matter is, no matter what our various religions tell us to the contrary, death sucks. Even if you stipulate the maximum cause for optimism ("they're up there right now, hanging with history's coolest celebrities, knocking back some cold ones and saving you a place at the table") it's still an involuntary separation in which one of the parties has no way of knowing for certain that it's temporary. No matter what you believe happens to your loved ones after they die, you still grieve for them. And the inevitability and heaviness of that grief, it sucks. 

It makes sense to me, then, that death's exalted are, themselves, guys who kinda suck. As much as I might empathize with the desire to orient oneself differently towards death, to embrace the optimism that comes with the continuance of the soul, I feel like, literarily, it loses the plot. A "morally neutral" Abyssal exaltation says nothing instead of something about the nature of death.

This might seem like a confusing take to some of you who've read my previous posts ragging on D&D's alignment system, so let me clarify - I don't mean by this that Abyssals should be an "always Evil" splat. Rather, I mean that the Abyssal exaltation should be something conceived and deployed in malice, representing the odious, unjust, and unclean nature of death . . . and that's going to prove a real challenge for Abyssal Exalted who want to do good.

I am perfectly aware that I'm taking a hardline, unpopular position in an ancient flame war that had, hitherto, been safely dead and buried (ha! necromancy humor!), but I bring it up now because this tension in the design of the Abyssal Exalted is critical to understanding 3rd edition's presentation of the splat.

On the most abstract, conceptual level, I think they nailed it. I think the combination of "to survive the Abyssal Exaltation you must swear an oath to kill all life (yes, 'even the birds'), the lack of mechanisms for anyone with any agency as a character to directly enforce this oath, and the twisted and loophole- ridden logic of "the chivalry of death" manages to thread the needle perfectly. Yeah, you can be a benevolent shepherd of the dead, and with the proper sort of trickster attitude, you can even toe the line of death's chivalry in a way that will leave your conscience largely intact, but for all of your immortal existence you will be burdened with the knowledge that in extremis you did the most unforgivable thing anyone could imagine. Very cool. Just the right amount of angst.

So by and large I'm content with the direction that 3rd edition takes Abyssals. The main issue I have with this book is that, having negotiated this compromise among the fandom, it then proceeds to present the Abyssals and the Deathlords in a way that feels . . . well, maybe not safe and respectable, exactly, but safer and more respectable than they've been in the past. There's no one at all in this book that I'd believe would stomp on a kitten and make a hat out of its guts.

The case study here would have to be The Eye and Seven Despairs. Like I'm sitting here contemplating past books, racking up the mental abacus, and I think on sheer points count, they are the most improved character in the entire book. The Princess Magnificent is a strong runner-up, having gone from "the spare Deathlord who had her agency subordinated to the First and Forsaken Lion" to "Cool Assassin Socialite" (who would maybe stomp on a kitten, if it were a particularly heroic kitten), but in previous editions, the Eye's presentation was actively transphobic.

So it's good that those elements of the character were allowed to pass gently into the fog of memory. The new Eye is probably the most fun out of all the Deathlords now - they're an amoral mad-scientist who sells discount WMDs because they're curious about what will happen when they're set off. Another great example of an immaculate balance between "this person kind of sucks" and "this person is someone we're going to want to hang out with week after week."

However . . . sigh . . . I'm going to make myself vulnerable here and admit that I'm a little nostalgic for certain elements of the transphobic presentation of the character. I gotta tread carefully, because I recognize that I'm a hair's width away from saying "the transphobia brought something to the table," but I also gotta speak my truth. The old version of the The Eye and Seven Despairs was just a little bit #goals.

In the context of being a comic-book villain, and with allowances made for comic-book-style plots that would absolutely not be okay in real life.

The short version is that the Eye was a Deathlord who just sort of slouched into the gig, and when it came time to create his own Exalted, they didn't respect him at all. So he did what anyone would do - he swapped bodies with the beautiful courtesan they were all obsessed with and sexually manipulated them into betraying "him," secure in the knowledge that the being they all thought was the Eye and Seven Despairs was actually the courtesan in disguise and that they would really be destroying the very woman they all imagined themselves to be in love with. Then, having faked his own death, he would continue having sex with all three men while stoking their paranoia and their greed in hopes of getting them to betray each other. And you kind of get the feeling that he's willing to stretch this last phase of the plan out for as long as it takes.

The second edition version elaborated his backstory in a way that seriously weakened his character (he was tormented by certain Solars in the First Age and specifically sought out their reincarnations to make Abyssals in order to get revenge) and was probably more overtly transphobic as a result (because the Eye taking female forms is called out as a pattern and described in pretty uncharitable terms). 

And to be absolutely clear - this plot was weird and uncomfortable and good god, how was it ever intended to be used as part of a roleplaying game. The new canon is 100% better in terms of "stuff I'd be willing to say at a gaming table." But if we're talking about what's appealing about the fantasy of being a villain. . . say what you will about the original recipe Eye, but he was locking down the D with elaborate psychosexual mind games and I love that for him. 

There's a certain paradox to queer representation. As it gets more respectful and more nuanced and more common, it also loses that ineffable transgressive thrill that makes you feel vicariously awesome for daring to be queer. I know that the moral guardians think my bisexual proclivities mean I've got a one-way ticket to hell. So just give me my plastic horns and pitchfork already, so I can leer at oiled-up hunks on my way down.

No, no, that was a joke. Don't cancel me. It's just, I recently saw Aladdin for the first time since hitting puberty and maybe it's because I'm now middle-aged and a bit scrungly myself, but Jafar was . . . hot? Totally an offensive stereotype. The queer-coding was not subtle. But that eyeliner? That sneer? That annunciation? He can mince right across the screen and straight into my bedroom. . . and yes, I know that makes me even more hell-bound than the crack about the oiled-up hunks.

And I can't help relating that experience back to my experience with Abyssals: Sworn to the Grave. The new Eye and Seven Despairs is your schlubby NB frenemy who you always invite to the book club because their opinions are guaranteed to be both fascinating and infuriating, but the old Eye and Seven Despairs was a toxic goth mommy who'd get you so twisted up inside you'd find yourself committing treason for sport. Force me to choose, and obviously you go with the new version. Easy fucking choice for any context except "spicy fanfic." But there's part of me that wonders why we couldn't have both - irresponsible WMD-crafting mad scientist with a conspicuous habit of including "transform into a hot chick and seduce this man" as a vital step in all of their supervillain schemes.

I promise, this digression was not purely to make incredibly horny engagement bait, it's also part of a broader point about the book. Which is that its more subdued, cautious, and humanist tone is not entirely to its benefit. The over-the-top, borderline-offensive grotesquerie of the previous editions served a purpose. Specifically, they took the subject matter out of the realm of the "realistically grim" and into a sort of purely make-believe dark humor. The rib-cage corsets and six-foot meat cleavers, dripping with blood, they were actually load-bearing camp. And while I wouldn't go so far as to say that the 3e version isn't camp enough, I would say that it's right at the edge, where losing even some of the camp it does have would run the risk of making it entirely too self-serious.

Although, the new approach does have some advantages. There's less I feel compelled to try and explain away. The old style, with its "goth level cranked up to absurdity" was maybe more fun across the board, but its recklessness and its lingering gen-x insensitivity meant it was loaded with little landmines of unfun that would take a deft hand to disarm. Take a moment to contemplate how much respect you lost for me when I admitted to enjoying certain problematic aspects of the old presentation of the Eye and Seven Despairs. Now, imagine that disappointment happening in real time during a game session, as I try and turn his skeevy, gender-transformation-as-fetish sexcapades into an rpg plot. Third edition, blessedly, spares us that possibility, and it was a worthwhile trade-off to lose the Eye's baroque, Bugs Bunny-style nonsense as part of the bargain.

That said, I cannot entirely forgive 3rd edition for introducing a new signature character called "the Gallows Bride" and then making her look like this:

Her name evokes two of the most powerful elements of goth cosplay, yet her design incorporates elements of neither one. That's borderline malpractice on the part of the art design. At least put her in a novelty bola tie or something.

She's dressed like she's just at the ren faire to drop off her art major girlfriend. Not a single piece of that outfit looks like it was bought at Hot Topic. If you show up to a funeral dressed like that, it's probably because your parents wanted you to look nice when they lowered you into the ground. Clothes like that are perfect for a sensible, yet fashionable night on the town with friends.

(It's essential to my understanding of what makes Abyssals enjoyable that my fashion-based roast reads like an anti-roast).

Overall, though, I'd say that Abyssals: Sworn to the Grave is easily the best version of the Abyssals fatsplat, and is arguably the best book in 3e so far. There's a lot I didn't cover about the new paradigm for underworld locations, with its cultural and manner-of-death-based afterlives. Or about necromancy's new versatility. Or about the strange deathlord-inspired charms (that were, unfortunately, not directly labelled, making them not stand out as much as they should have). All-in-all, it's a welcome continuation of 3e's tradition of competence and creativity at the expense of audacity (even if I love audacity to an unseemly degree).

Ukss Contribution: The spell "Seat of Deadly Splendor" summons a throne made from a massive skeletal fist. Both in-character and out-of-character it makes you look like a total badass. The Ukss version will be a permanent installation rather than a spell effect, but it'll still make you so intimidating your enemies will fall to their knees before you.

(D&D 3.5) Races of Eberron

 Across the run of D&D 3rd edition, the Races of . . . series has been pretty consistent in both its strengths and weaknesses - an ideal format that presents useful, if slightly mundane information about various fantasy creatures, but the creatures themselves are either the same vanilla demihumans we've been reading about for fifty years (elves, dwarves, halflings) or complete randos we have no preestablished reason to care about (raptorans, illumians, and to a lesser extent, goliaths). Races of Eberron (Jesse Decker, Matthew Sernett, Gwendolyn F.M. Kestrel, Keith Baker) breaks the pattern by retaining the series' characteristic strengths while improbably being about interesting creatures with unique mechanical and roleplaying challenges that play an important part in the overall setting . . . and also the Kalashtar.

No, no, that's too harsh. I actually quite liked almost everything about the Kalashtar. . . aside from the fact that they were being presented in a kitchen-sink D&D setting. They, along with their arch-rivals, the Inspired, never stopped feeling to me like one of those stealth pilots that got snuck into popular long-running tv shows, where the regular cast only showed up at the bookends of a story about totally new characters so that the resulting series could be sold to the public as a spinoff. (For my younger readers, this is something that used to happen before content-hungry streaming services started greenlighting a bunch of random bullshit).

I couldn't read anything about the Kalashtar or the Inspired without thinking "this really needs to be its own setting, possibly even its own game." The mystical realm that connects all mortal minds through their dreams is ruled by an evil spirit known as "The Dreaming Dark," and the lesser dream spirits, the quori, serve this malevolent force by sending people nightmares, casting the whole of the mortal world into an age of darkness and suffering. But some quori rebelled and quietly nurtured the hope of a coming age of light in which the Dreaming Dark was finally defeated. Unfortunately, the rebel quori could not defeat their nightmarish rivals and were forced to flee to the mortal world, taking up residence in human minds, which they gently and consensually possessed, leading to the creation of a strange psychic subculture - the Kalashtar. 

But the Dreaming Dark was not satisfied with this state of affairs, so it sent its own quori to the mortal world, to violently possess suitable vessels in order to hunt down and eliminate the refugee dream spirits. These nightmare quori subverted the leadership of a mighty empire and manifest generation after generation in a special class of people known as "the Inspired," who are worshipped by the people of Riedra as living gods. 

This leads to a shadow war between rival factions of spirit-channeling psychics, where insular and clannish Kalashtar communities follow strict spiritual practices to both oppose the Dreaming Dark and manifest the coming Age of Light, while the Inspired infiltrate governments to oppress an (apparent) ethnic minority, hire catspaws and cuttouts to harass them directly, and send quori spirits to hop from body to body in the hopes of taking them unaware. It's espionage, it's intrigue, it's crime drama, it's science-fantasy driven by new age spirituality, and if it was the only fantastic element in a series set in Victorian England, it would probably be one of my favorite games. 

But because it's set in Eberron, I have to shake my finger and scold, "No! You have too much going on! Dial it back a little." I know it's looking a gift-horse in the mouth to complain about this bonus game-within-a-game content, but I imagine myself sitting down to a session 0 and explaining to the table "this is going to be an all Kalashtar game . . . trust me, the payoff will be worth it" and maybe that's a game I'd enjoy running, but it's not a conversation I'd enjoy having.

So not quite in the same boat as the Raptorans, but maybe enough of an analogue to say that Races of Eberron has not entirely escaped the series' weaknesses. But enough of that. Let's talk about the book's strongest content - warforged and changelings.

Not since the genasi from Planescape have I experienced such an instantaneous and total transition from "trademarked invention of a specific campaign setting" to "essential staple of D&D-style fantasy." Like, it's one of those cases where you don't recognize a gap until you see it being filled. Oh, "fantasy robots who are confused by their own emotions" and "nonbinary pansexual gremlins who struggle with the concept of personal identity" . . . of course. It seems so obvious in retrospect.

We get a pretty good presentation of both, though I don't think they escape their Eberron-specific contexts enough to justify the introduction's rhetorical question - "Why is Races of Eberron a core D&D supplement and not an Eberron-specific book?" 

The answer given: "Changelings, kalashtar, shifters, and warforged are excellent additions to any D&D campaign, offering fun and unique play experiences and enriching any setting" is at least half correct (I'm embarrassed to admit that I forgot entirely about shifters until just now, but in remembering them, I'm thinking "good vibes . . . yeah, why not" which I guess would make them this book's equivalent to the goliaths), but as a first outing, Races of Eberron simply does not do the work to make that happen.

Also, there's a chapter where they check-in with the Eberron-specific variants of existing fantasy creatures in a way that makes it very clear that this is an Eberron book, despite the introduction's lofty ambitions.

Let's just run through them real quick, no more than a paragraph each:

Dwarves: "Dwarves have dominated banking and finance. . ." eh . . . they're still the proud warrior race guys, and the perfectionist crafter guys, so I think they're still broadly in the . . . challenging intersection between popular fantasy archetype and Tolkien's well-meaning but culturally hindered depiction of Jewish identity. But maybe, just as a change of pace, we could have a proto-capitalist fantasy setting where banking and finance aren't dominated by any identifiable racial group.

Elves: "We are totally not necromancers, we swear. . ." You're cool. I like you. But yeah, you're necromancers and I'm only humoring you because I think you'll look hot when you finally cave and start wearing the eye-liner I picked out.

Drow: They are less indigenous-coded here than they seemed in Grasp of the Emerald Claw, so I'm not ready to write off Xen'drik entirely, but it's also very obvious that someone is trying to "do something" with them, and I don't foresee the payoff as being worth it. Scorpions instead of spiders? Patriarchy instead of matriarchy? Hmm . . . 

Gnomes: Why does D&D 3.5 keep trying to make me want to fuck gnomes? Oh, they're spies? They're ruled by something called "The Triumvirate?" They've "dedicated themselves to carefully preserving their image as harmless pranksters and tricksters," but they're actually uptight and manipulative? All that stuff is too sexy. Stop it!

Goblins: Keep doing the Lord's work of chipping away at decades of bias. One day, they will be a core option and you'll be vindicated.

Halflings: It's kind of interesting to see the "we need to de-cutify these bastards" play out a second time, in a completely different direction than gnomes. They're deadly hunters who tame and ride dinosaurs? I guess it's cool that you have some guys like that, but between Dark Sun, the dungeon-punk presentation in the 3e core, and this, I kind of just feel like someone at D&D HQ shorted the waistcoat and clay pipe market and is desperately trying to claw back their investment.

Orcs: "Wise and wild." "Always on the edge of savagery." Okay. You get what people like about orcs. Now all you have to do is present this idea in a way that does not evoke the ugliness of colonialism. I give this attempt a C-. Do more with the steampunk goggles. Those had potential.

And the rest of my notes are just random mechanical observations like "Tactical Feats: make martials jump through hoops to do things that are conceptually interesting." I'm enough of a nerd that I couldn't help writing those thoughts down, but honestly, reviewing them, I hope I'm not such a nerd that I feel compelled to filibuster the internet with them. Y'all are going to have to wait until my next Exalted post for that.

Overall, I think Races of Eberron is one of the stronger 3.5 books I've read. I'm finally convinced that this setting has legs.

Ukss Contribution: Some of the undead who advise the elves of Aerenal are explicitly said to be 26,000 years old. This is, of course, merely a case of fantasy being bad at scaling timelines. The implications of that kind of age are not explored at all. However, it's a detail that really got into my head. Deca-millennia are such an interesting age for immortals because it's on the shallow end of long enough to blur the line between history and evolution. Like, you go back 26 thousand years in the real world and it's arguable that the humans who lived were only technically the same species as us. So what would a ghost from that time be like?

That's a question I wouldn't mind exploring in Ukss.

(Exalted Essence) Pillars of Creation

So . . . it's kind of weird that we've got two editions of Exalted running in parallel, right? I mean, Pillars of Creation is just a crowdfunding stretch goal addition to the Exalted: Essence book, so I probably shouldn't count it as "support for the line," but I'm reading it in the context of a recent crowdfunding campaign for the Exalted: Essence Player's Guide, and by my count that will make a total of six different books for this not-quite-an-edition-alternative-to-the-3e-rules. I feel like all Exalted: Essence needs is a tiny little push to take on a life of its own.

Pillars of Creation is not quite that push, but it is a noticeable step forward. All of the Exalt types feel more playable after this book, and there's a little bit more of the world of Creation, so you're a little less dependent on the main line for lore. It's not quite enough, but two or three more of these (or perhaps these two books, plus the upcoming Player's Guide plus Across the Eight Directions) and you might feel like it's enough. 

I can't decide whether or not I approve. I think it's because I'm so immersed in the lore that I could run an Exalted: Essence game with just the two books and the facts in my head. Like, yeah, I can explain to you what a Lunar exalted is and why they're so angry all the time. All you have to do is select a caste and pick out some charms. Being in that position makes Exalted: Essence feel functional. 

But then I think about what I might have to do if the PCs picked Getimians or Liminals and I realize that I would feel massively unprepared. I'm inclined to use that feeling as a guide to what it might be like to truly use Exalted: Essence as an entry-point to the series.

I guess I feel like this partial lore is spoiling me on books that may or may not one day exist. If I were to one day read a Getimians' hardcover, that explained their whole deal in exacting detail, I would do so with certain preconceptions and expectations that I would not otherwise have. Will that have a negative impact on the experience? It's hard to say, but internet etiquette certainly implies that it will. That's why we're supposed to use spoiler tags for sensitive information.

On a personal level, I never put a lot of stock in spoiler prophylaxis, at least not at the most extreme levels. It's only in a minority of specialized cases (such as works where the gradual unfolding of a mystery is the entire point of the story) that spoilers make much of a difference to me. So it's unlikely that anything I learned in Exalted: Essence or Pillars of Creation is going to ruin future books (oh, no, I wanted to be surprised that Rakan Thulio is a master of Quicksilver Hand of Dreams Style), but I do find it at least a little bit annoying. I've got these playable rules for exalts I know almost nothing about, and to the extent that I'm intrigued and want to learn more . . . I can't, because their books aren't even on the upcoming projects list.

Although, one factor to consider is that between the core book and this one, the ten exalted types have 180 pages of charms. Which means we're averaging 3/5 of a mainline fatsplat's charm chapter per book. With ten exalted types, that means we'd need 50/3 (approx 17) Exalted: Essence books to get the exact same amount of material. And thinking about it that way - what if the Sidereals book was broken up and spread out among 17 volumes - I'm not sure this approach is actually any better. Exalted: Essence works fine as a one-and-done (or even, due to the economics of crowdfunding, a two-and-done with Pillars of Creation as a companion), but eventually there's going to be a point where adding more books to the line just means you're doing the same thing as mainline Exalted, but worse. Call it a hunch, but I suspect that the companion volume to the Exalted: Essence Player's Guide will probably come right up to the edge of the breaking point.

I guess, in the meantime, Pillars of Creation is an acceptable expansion to the game's crunch. The new charms fill some conspicuous gaps in the Exalted: Essence core's curation (The Sidereals get Neighborhood Relocation Scheme back, we can now take a watered-down version of Dreaming Pearl Courtesan Style, which the Getimians are unusually skilled with, for no-doubt fascinating lore reasons), we're getting rules for Dragon Kings and god-blooded, and the selection of antagonists is an absolutely vital supplement to the core book's generic stat-blocks.

My only real complaint is that almost all of the martial arts have exalt-specific modes (Black Claw style works better for Infernals, Fist Pulse for Architect Exigents, etc), which kind of misses the mark when it comes to the martial arts' traditional role in the game. This is especially the case with Sidereal Martial Arts, which inherit from mainline 3e the problem that they are high essence charms in an edition that compresses the 1-10 essence scale to a range of 1-5. Sidereal Martial Arts are already the best essence 4-5 combat charms in the game, so giving the sidereals an extra benefit while using them kind of makes them feel like the best combatants in the game. There's a difference between "Essence Shattering Typhoon is one of the few Essence 7 charms in the game" and "Essence Shattering Typhoon beats Protection of Celestial Bliss" (actually, I'm not entirely sure whether that's true, though for Sidereals, it might inexplicably be a better defensive charm).

And in mainline 3e, this isn't that big a deal, because charm interactions are complex and you could argue the minutiae of mote costs and combinations and the varying mote pools of the different exalted (very significant in 1e, a minor but real consideration in 3e). But in Essence where the differences between exalt types are conspicuously flattened, that extra little tag starts to feel like a big deal.

Overall, I'd say I'm still cautiously optimistic about Exalted: Essence and Pillars of Creation is more or less the exact right amount of extra content for the game. Which is ordinarily something you'd interpret as unqualified praise . . . but here it also means that I'm more inclined to put future Essence releases under the microscope. Only time will tell if this marks a new beginning or the beginning of the end.

Ukss Contribution: The antagonist section has a rather extensive entry for the semi-canonical Heart-eaters, the corrupt exalted of a slain god who act as a social contagion, turning their victims into mindless thralls and surviving their own destruction by hopping from body to body. They were a standout in Exigents: Out of the Ashes and they are a standout here. It kind of makes me wish they could get a standalone adventure path, but that sort of book is so far not something 3e has attempted, so I think I'll just have to settle for adding a version of them to Ukss.

(Eberron 3.5e) Grasp of the Emerald Claw

 Well, that didn't take long. Grasp of the Emerald Claw (Bruce R. Cordell), despite being only the fourth ever supplement for the Eberron campaign setting, managed to step on the biggest rake in the pulp genre - the story where "adventurers" travel to another "mysterious" continent and trespass on the decaying ruins the "dark-skinned" (and those words are in quotes because that's literally how the drow are described) natives hold sacred as a temple to their "god" (and that word is in quotes because it is also in scare quotes in the text) who is really just a big scary creature. 

Now, to be entirely fair, the claim that "most eat humans and halflings if they can catch them" is uttered by an NPC who is subtly racist-coded (he's a Khorvarian [i.e. "European"] river-boat captain in a pulp adventure story set in Xen'drik [i.e. "Africa"]) But look, the Heart of Darkness vibes are real.

Is this okay? I don't fucking know. Probably not. It's just a subplot, though. The drow are an obstacle, but they're not really mad at the PCs, they're mad at Garrow (the wannabe vampire guy, still pretending to be a vampire) for busting into their temple and burning them out of the "mud tube dwellings" they added to the exterior. The PCs are just catching strays because they're similarly dressed and have no compunction about "searching for treasure" (up to 3 rolls on Table 3-5 in the DMG) in their hastily abandoned homes.

Oh, man, colonialism is a hell of drug.

. . .

Now, there's no way for you to see this, but the ellipses represent me taking a break from the post, walking around a bit, and changing my plan about what to write next. Instead of continuing the recap (it's a serviceable chase and dungeon crawl where whoa! it turns out the four pieces of the macguffin are dangerous if brought together!) I'm going to think long and hard about the way subtext will freaking sneak up on you.

See, I don't think we are dealing with intent here. And note, I'm not using the exonerative case  - I don't mean "there was no ill-intent" except as logical other half to "there was no good-intent" - because there was no intent, period. I believe this was a case of a writer operating on pure cultural autopilot.

Let's play a game. Guess the movie I'm thinking of. It's that one where these people are on a river-boat going through the jungle and then they hear drums in the distance and the captain says, "the natives are tracking us."

Right? It's surprising how little that clue narrows it down. That's why I called it "stepping on a rake" at the beginning of the post. Because when you're sheltered in a bubble of white privilege, what this feels like, having your white explorers face danger from (maybe) cannibal natives who take exception to you treasure hunting in the cyclopean ruins where they worship their giant scorpion, is not perpetuating colonialist narratives. It feels, instead, just like you're quoting a thousand movies.

My evidence for this is just the fact that drow are generally presented in a fair-minded way. Their leader has a name (Amoxtli). He's got pretty decent stats for an NPC (in particular Int 12, Cha 10). He's got a Neutral alignment. And overall, the drow's motives are pretty reasonable "Garrow didn't attempt to parley - he ordered his men to wipe out the drow . . . In the day since Garrow and his task force entered the ruin, the drow have returned to reclaim their home. They have vowed to destroy the intruders, and the adventurers are seen in the same light as the Emerald Claw in the wake of the terrible disaster that has befallen the tribe."

Completely reasonable. I wouldn't even call it a case of mistaken identity. The PCs and Garrow are there for exactly the same reason - to find the priceless treasure at the heart of the ruins and take it back to their wealthy sponsor. The only difference is that the PCs are working for the family of ruthless capitalists whose ancestor originally drew the treasure map and Garrow is working for the militant arm of an undead-worshipping religion which recently stole the treasure map from the capitalists.

Is there a moral difference between them? Yeah . . . But I'm not sure it's a difference the drow are obligated to care about. I don't think any of us are seriously entertaining the idea that if the PCs got to the ruins first and encountered a thriving drow settlement in map area 2, that they'd take "um, sorry, but that temple and everything in it belongs to us and we'd prefer that the sacred treasures of our ancestors stay where they are rather than be taken to a foreign antiquities market" for an answer. I mean, that creation pattern needs its fourth and final schema, right?

And this is the dark side of autopilot. Because if you go beyond "fair-minded, considering your privilege" to "actually fair" then obviously this is a much more important conflict than whatever Lady Elaydren d'Cannith was getting mixed up in. 

But you know what? I think achieved some kind of justice for the drow by proportionately inverting the word count devoted to them in this review. I don't need to spend much more digital ink on a 32-page adventure that was just kind of okay. The broader question of whether pulp as a genre is ultimately salvageable or whether you're destined to always step on these damned rakes is one I can leave for when I read Adventure! 2nd Edition.

Ukss Contribution: The very first book I ever deliberately skipped was The Complete Barbarian's Handbook and maybe it wasn't the first one I should have skipped, but it was the first one whose flaws were so obviously out in the open that they broke through my white privilege brain and made me feel . . . bad about including it in my silly fantasy rpg project.

I don't feel nearly as bad about Grasp of the Emerald Claw. The only reason I spent so much space talking about its . . . issues is because, despite my intent to just throw off a quick paragraph and move on, I found that once I started talking about, it felt wrong to suddenly change the subject and act like nothing happened. 

This book didn't leave me disgusted and ashamed like Complete Barbarians Handbook did, but there is a broad, straight path between what I hated about the CBH and what I "noticed" here. And the path isn't even "racism, generally." It is literally "the adventure fiction genre's legacy of viewing indigenous people through the colonialist gaze." The only real difference is that Grasp of the Emerald Claw is sipping at that legacy through a reverse osmosis water filter and the Complete Barbarian's Handbook drank straight from the fucking hose.

On the other hand, I always feel so judgmental after skipping a book (pointing my finger and shrieking "EEEVVIILLL!!" has a way of doing that) and really, this book's worst crimes are those of omission (it really should have said . . . something about the PCs attempting to loot the "drow nests"). So let's compromise. Instead of something I really liked, let me pick something that made me uncomfortable, but in a way that challenges me to be more mindful in my own work - the colonialist theft of indigenous antiquities.

It's not a "cool" thing to add to an rpg setting, but in heroic fiction, you often show your values through the villainous schemes you choose to have your heroes thwart.

(Exalted 3e)Sidereals: Charting Fate's Course

I just spent the bulk of the last five days reading Sidereals: Charting Fate's Course and it was . . . nice. Just in general it's pretty great to be immersed in Exalted again, and specifically the Sidereals books have always been a great place to get a glimpse into the deep setting lore. The Sidereal Exalted are one of the few groups to have a direct organizational continuity since the First Age and they work in Heaven, alongside the highest of the high gods. One of the sample artifacts was a magical seven-section staff owned by Mars, the Maiden of Battles herself and the description directly references her meeting and judging several of the staff's wielders. 

That's something that generally only happens in Sidereals games - you might get eyeballed by someone from the Board of Directors of All Reality. And because it happens here, you can subsequently use it as a model for what might happen in other Exalted games (if the Unconquered Sun is a dude you can meet, who has several nepo-babies out there causing havoc in the Celestial Bureaucracy's various departments, then it no longer seems absurd for the Zenith caste to say, "you know what, I think I need to have a little talk with God, mano a mano.")

Which kind of means that a Sidereals fatsplat is a turning-point for an edition of Exalted. It's when cosmic scale games are officially On the Table. You could, of course, have kludged together something from previous scraps of lore (or, indeed, prior editions' Sidereals books), but it wouldn't have been official. Not until now, when the greatest mysteries of the universe finally have a street address. 

Naturally, this poses a problem to an edition that has so far preferred a more grounded version of the setting. You know, Game of Thrones-style political intrigue with the Realm's looming civil war vs doing Celestial Cocaine with Chor Lan, the God of Bad Choices.

Where does Sidereals: Charting Fate's Course fit on the spectrum? Well, it did mention Celestial Cocaine and Chor Lan is a real character, introduced in this book (via a genre of theater that is ostensibly about his life before he "reformed") but there's something subtle at work here. Somehow, all the various tweaks to canon have resulted in a Yu-Shan and Celestial Bureaucracy that feel less like "the place you go to fail your futile first plan when the Big One finally drops" and more like a place that's dysfunctional but somehow, improbably. . . tenable. This version of Yu-Shan feels much more like a place where you could run a long-term game that was just about living in Heaven, planning and fixing destiny, and it's a workplace comedy/fantasy horror where sometimes you're fighting strange creatures that puppet the nightmares of the innocent and sometimes you're dealing with the fallout from the boss' incompetent kid totally mismanaging the Department of Rainbows ("The only part of their job Ardis-Iara takes seriously is the actual design of the rainbows.")

I'm okay with this direction. One thing you have to give 3rd edition credit for - new books make the setting feel larger. That's something 2nd edition really struggled with. And I enjoyed almost all the new locations and characters. Hell yeah, let's hang out with Let Mountains Fall, the blue-collar weather worker who never forgot his roots. I've got thrilling new tales of my adventures on Black Ray Island, the colossal semi-petrified manta ray that became a haven for the pirates who ply Heaven's quicksilver seas.

Certainly, the only negative thing I felt compelled to write in my notes was "Daystar?" in reference to one of the Unconquered Sun's other children, Nysela, Charioteer of the Daystar. And that's really more out of an abundance of caution. Here in 3e land, the Daystar is described as a "resplendent war chariot" whereas in 2e it was . . . one of the Ink Monkies' (developers collective that produced semi-canonical extra material, such as Throne Shadow style martial arts, which appears in this book) more controversial creations. I don't really want to get too deep in the weeds here, but the old Daystar was the peak of 2e's "magitech sci-fi and cosmic plots" excess and as much as I sometimes wish 3e would go a little farther in that direction, there's something to be said for artful restraint.

Besides, Heaven has a train, and there's an implication that trains used to be a common technology that was lost with the fall of the First Age. That's probably the right balance. That and airships. The two technologies that everyone can agree are compatible with fantasy. When you consider all the possible ways 3e's first foray into the cosmic scale could have gone, Sidereals: Charting Fate's Course's choices look like well-considered compromises. It's a conservative new edition. It doesn't take any big swings. But it explores new ground and isn't just a retread of what came before. It's as much as you could reasonably expect from any new edition.

Woe unto you then, for underestimating how unreasonable I can be!

No, I'm kidding. I liked this book. I'm naturally suspicious of "this isn't familiar to me, so it must suck," but I'm also (slowly) learning to be just as skeptical of its compliment "this is too familiar to me, so it must suck." I'm 43 years old. I may open up each fresh Exalted book hoping to see something that will make me feel like I did when I read Exalted for the first time, but I have to acknowledge that basic logic implies that the franchise's ability to do that must always diminish over time. 

How did I feel when I first read Exalted? Like I was seeing something new, a way of framing character power and player agency and ownership of the setting that was unlike anything I'd ever seen, though at the time I didn't express it in those terms (I believe a rough paraphrase of my actual words would be "in this game the Fighters can do cool shit" that and Rune of Singular Hate blew my fucking mind, it was the first thing I had to show all my friends.) 

And Exalted: the Sidereals was an important milestone on that journey. I was already all-in, of course, but the revelation of Charcoal March of Spiders style and its ultimate charm that let you punch people and turn them into animals or inanimate objects or full-on alternate identities. . . that was special.

And yes, it's obvious in retrospect that D&D already had Polymorph Any Object and in terms of level-gating and restricting the power to certain specific character types, the two systems are actually deceptively similar, but it just feels different when your polymorph attack is the capstone of a spider-themed martial art.

But of course, it's all just a magic trick. The tools available to us are talking, bookkeeping, and dice, and you can do a lot with those tools, but you can't do it all at once. A franchise, like Exalted, spends a certain amount of time inventing itself, discovering through trial and error what it means to be Exalted, but a successful franchise doesn't invent itself forever. At some point it becomes itself. And a mature franchise, one that has survived becoming itself, that can produce some great things . . . until it gets stuck. 

Because success can be a trap. Having a strong identity means a core of things that are definitely you, a penumbra of things that could be you, and a vast surrounding wasteland of things that are very clearly not you. And that penumbra, it's your room to grow, but damn, it gets thinner and thinner all the time.

That's what happened to Exalted 2e, I think. It reached the limit of the thing it was and didn't have anything else to be. Heroin-pissing dinosaurs were unironically great, but they boxed the setting in and not even Masters of Jade could break out of that box (because, ironically, nothing in Masters of Jade was as cool or as interesting as the heroin-pissing dinosaurs).

Hence 3rd edition. The franchise re-inventing itself. And as great as it's been to see, a franchise in the process of reinventing itself can never recapture the feeling of experiencing it for the first time, at least not for us old timers. Because the first time I read Exalted, I wasn't expecting it to become it to become Exalted. That's a unique burden every reboot and new edition must, in its own way, learn to bear. 

Anyway, back to the subject of Sidereals: Charting Fate's Course. It's a book that felt, to me, like the last little bit of struggle to reach the top of the hill. Third edition has, finally, become Exalted. It has entered the "mature franchise" stage of its life-cycle. My prediction for the Abyssals book (which is coming my way as soon as DTRPG finishes the POD), the Alchemicals book (which I could read in the backer draft, but won't), and the Infernals book (in production, according to the Onyx Path website) is that they will be recognizably 3e-ish (yes, it has its own feel, but no I can't quite put it into words just yet, it's the sort of thing you blog about years after the fact and then feel smug for noticing in retrospect) reconstructions of prior editions' work and that they won't so much expand the setting as fill in the outlines that have been laid down for them by earlier books.

It's telling to me that we're very close (at least in a "having enough of a manuscript to justify crowdfunding" sense) to having a "complete" 3rd edition and the only two "missing" books are Alchemicals and Infernals, which were, respectively 1st and 2nd edition's attempts to push back their own penumbras and establish a beachhead into new territory for the franchise to explore. Alchemicals went from "experimental" to "essential" in between 1e and 2e, and Infernals repeated the pattern between second edition and third, but once they're out, once we have the "essentials," then 3rd edition will be in the same transitional place. What comes after the essentials?

It's left itself a bit of wiggle room. The answer at the top of my mind, after reading this book, is "Getimians." They're presented as foils specifically to the Sidereals, beings from a timeline that never was who by their very existence threaten the smooth functioning of fate. The chapter fictions share a recurring Getimian antagonist who is defeated, but manages to escape, implying future conflict to come. And even the rules make a little space for them, listing them as one of the few groups who can learn Sidereal Martial Arts and the only ones who even potentially get access to the "Enlightenment" keyword. 

And so it seems likely, but not inevitable, that we will get a Getimians book. But will that book be third edition's foray beyond the penumbra? Will it be weird and confusing and run the credible risk of being fairly labeled "not-Exalted?" Because that's what it will need to be, if it's going to carve out new ground be explored in 4th edition. . .

Though maybe it's a bit too early to be thinking about that. Truthfully, despite being new, the Getimians feel to me like the sort of thing that could slot easily into a mature 3rd edition. The Exigents book opened up a lot of space for these sorts of corner-cases . . . and I think I'm starting to see the shape of "3e-ness" actually. I compared Exigents: Out of the Ashes to Games of Divinity and Wonders of the Lost Age out of a sense that it was a key part of 3rd edition becoming Exalted . . . or, at least, a particular manifestation of Exalted, and the bullet points are starting to fall into place. A 3rd edition book will:

• Have way too many fucking charms.
• Introduce places and characters you've never heard of.
• Establish that those new things have a conspicuous, though probably somewhat tenuous connection to things you've seen before.
• Ensure that when something familiar does show up, it will be more human, less in-control, and less cruel than it has been depicted in the past.
• Present both problems and opportunities as things that will be largely local.
• Take a softer approach to inter-exalted tier preservation (i.e. between Dragon-Blooded and Sidereals) in contrast to extra-exalted tier preservation (i.e. between Sidereals and the Celestial Gods) that remains hard while pretending to be softer. For example: allowing the God of Martial Arts to practice Sidereals Martial Arts, but establishing that he gave himself a permanent spiritual wound by doing so. Or continuing 2e's bizarre tradition of insisting that not even the really high gods can use Solar Circle Sorcery.
  
• Be vague and noncommittal about things that are supposed to be "prehistory" even when they are in the living memory of characters being discussed.

These aren't just predictions, they are all also properties I would attribute to Sidereals: Charting Fate's Course. If you detect a hint of ambivalence there, well, I won't deny it, but I will insist that for now, it's just a hint. I've called 3rd Edition my favorite edition of Exalted in the past, and I think that assessment will hold out to the end. And this book definitely demonstrates many of the edition's strengths - its humanism, its willingness to explore, its commitment to preserving "blank spaces on the map," its aspiration towards evergreen gameplay through sheer fucking volume of content. But maybe it's also the first time a 3rd edition book has made me feel like I could see the end of the line.

Once there was a maiden. . .
Who found herself climbing up an earthen path.
Her footsteps made no sound.
There was a silence in the air.
She walked for years, and then, came to a cliff. The road gave way to clouds, and she could go no further.
"There's always an ending," said she.

Ukss Contribution: The God of Roads travels with "a much-put-upon donkey who once ate a Peach of Immortality." I like that a lot. A humble creature, in its innocence snacked upon the forbidden fruit, and now it is done with the celestials' bullshit.