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The Uncrucified, an Exalted TTRPG Fan Project
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An Exalted fan project by @angelasasserart. The rise of an Eclipse Caste, a Righteous Devil's calling, dreams in the burning South. A story told through art, writings, & more. Also sharing art & inspiration for the Exalted TTRPG.

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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
November 2, 2025 at 12:43 AM
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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! 🤞 🤞
November 1, 2025 at 2:48 PM
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ALSO, unless my tallying is wrong, you’re the only participant this year across socials who finished within October, so CONGRATS! 🍾🎉🎊
November 1, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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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!
November 1, 2025 at 2:33 PM
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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!
October 31, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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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!😌
October 29, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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Day 15 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge

I love Sidereals. 3e might actually have made them equal to Deebs in my ranking.
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.
October 15, 2025 at 6:18 PM
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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.
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.
October 15, 2025 at 6:16 PM
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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.
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?
October 10, 2025 at 5:40 PM
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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
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.’
October 9, 2025 at 6:36 PM
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Just gotta say I looove the dark whimsy of your Abyssal’s name.🥀
October 15, 2025 at 2:26 PM
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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.
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.
October 8, 2025 at 6:46 PM