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	The Surf Tribes were the ones who created the link between the human world and their own. Seeing a number of the local beach bums surfing on an evening tide, the Lunars took on their most human forms and asked to participate – and the surfers, typically gregarious, were glad to oblige. Surfing quickly went beyond a simple hobby and became the dominant religious form for the spirits, as riding a wave was very similar in concept to riding flesh. The next year saw a huge increase in the number of surfers, as well as an official recognition of the Lunars as a harmless subgroup, rather than as a race of slavering monsters.		The Surf Tribes were the ones who created the link between the human world and their own. Seeing a number of the local beach bums surfing on an evening tide, the Lunars took on their most human forms and asked to participate – and the surfers, typically gregarious, were glad to oblige. Surfing quickly went beyond a simple hobby and became the dominant religious form for the spirits, as riding a wave was very similar in concept to riding flesh. The next year saw a huge increase in the number of surfers, as well as an official recognition of the Lunars as a harmless subgroup, rather than as a race of slavering monsters.

	I ~~bieleve~~ the rule is, if you'~~re making money~~ off of it you ~~need permission~~. If you're ~~just doing~~ it on ~~myspace~~ and ~~not preforming~~ it ~~live~~ at a ~~place where you earn money~~ it ~~should be fine~~.		==General Ideas==

			* The Sacred Song has a special property - it can be adapted into any song. The fragments are held by major families - each family gets its power from ownership. Los Angeles is held by a quartet of major families, each of which has at least one major fragment; each private army takes its power from one of those fragments. But there's a lot of lost fragments out there, all of which are being fought over by the Dragon Samurai, mariachi from Mexico. Anybody with a guitar and a sword can cut a path through the desert. Think of "Six-String Samurai" meets "Desperado", with lots of overt magick; corrupt civilizations contrasted against struggling villages, scumholes, and wandering mariachi samurai.

			* The United States is not the US as we know it; it's been radically transformed by the Tune Exalted. All of the major cities are there, and you can live in places in the US that don't look a thing different from our world, but it's basically recognizable.

			* That being said, the political situation is still much the same. The Tune Exalted exercise about as much political power as musicians ever have - I.E none.

			* Try to maintain a sense of realism - you don't need to make up a band if the real thing will do. Try to use real bands when you can, adapting them to the Exalted.

			* Their enemies also tend to be themselves, in keeping with the self-destructive streak that a lot of musicians have. No musician was ever assassinated, but there's a laundry list of musicians who have died from drug and/or alcohol abuse. (Keith Richards is the obvious exception that proves the rule.)

			* There are Deadlands in the United States as well. Near Memphis, there's mass of pasty white flesh miles wide, maybe a thousand feet high, rolling through the countryside and devouring anything it touches. It's tended by a small legion of sycophant demons and the reanimated corpses of groupies. If you search the top of the mass of flesh, you can find a mouth and a black pompadour. The mouth will occasionally mutter something Southern, usually about fried peanut butter sandwiches or burning love. At the same time, though, there's a young man with a gold jacket and a guitar supposedly stolen from the Devil's corpse wandering through the south, waggling his hips and throwing that trademark smirk. The King's body may be rotting, but the King's spirit isn't done by far.

			* Glamour as a mechanic again. This time, instead of being spent, Glamor measures how much energy your character has; a low-Glamor Exalted is an up-and-comer, like Beck around the time of "Loser", while a high-Glamor Exalted is, say, Radiohead at this particular moment.

			You see where this is going, huh? You can nurse a moderate amount of Glamor for a long while, or a high Glamor for a short period, but the public is fickle, and they'll eventually find themselves a new flavor of the month. You can retain your experience as an experienced, wearied Exalted, like Elvis Costello - well known, but hardly burning up the charts - or you can attempt the painful experience of rebuilding yourself into a new persona, exchanging skills and memories for a new persona, like Madonna. The higher your Glamor, though, the more you can do - so you can risk it all with high Glamor, attempt to do something big, or you can live with the frustration of knowing that you could do better but never had the guts to go for the big hits.

			* Anybody can play guitar; anybody can be a Tune Exalted. This isn't an exclusive club; you just have to play music. There are musicians who have decided to shun the Exalted idea completely, believing that the music has nothing to do with the channeling of magic - and they're perfectly viable player characters, because they don't have to cope with the constant temptation and pitfalls of being an Exalted.

			* While I hate to sound like a music snob, I'm avoiding the portrayal of country-western as Nashville - as the liner notes for Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? point out, contemporary country music is essentially bubblegum music with Hallmark lyrics. Exalted country-western artists focus around the land, and its harshness; murder ballads, the bleak and the scary, the bizarre and the unexplained. An Exalted focused on country-western can step into the land as if he's pulling a blanket over his head, sleep under the ground for a night, then wake up and walk away without a speck of dirt on him. Or walk the world as a wolf. Or summon help from a nearby town without saying a word.

			* Instead of charms being based on skills, you'd base them off of music styles, and make them broad. Rock and roll has its own charm tree, so does country and western, and so forth down the line - but you could pick and choose depending on what music style you like. Or, you could use magic like Tribe 8's Synthesis, with your effect determined by your successes.

			=== Things I'm trying to avoid ===

			* Demonization of agents and record companies. Yes, they're bastards; obviously. Since it's too obvious to make them the villains, I'm choosing to make agents literally demons, but helper demons - think of Smithers to the Exalted's Mr. Burns. The record companies are more like remora; they want to glom onto an Exalted's side, not ruin his life.

			* "Love will conquer all." Rock and Rule did this, and I want to avoid painting rock and roll as nothing but magic, love, sweetness and light; a Tune Exalted can have his magic and his music eat him alive if he's not careful.

			* Rock movement X was the greatest thing on the face of the earth, and it is automatically the Most Magic. Yeah, well, I've seen too many musical movements turn into parodies of themselves; while hippies may have considered themselves the harbingers of truth and light and goodness, most of them were...well, hippies. Punks supposedly had an intellectual vein to their movement, but at its worst, it was essentially brutal stupidity set to music. New Wave was the most intellectual, but had a tendency to turn fey and affected if left alone too long. No music is immune from destruction.

			* The Town Elders are out to get us! Yeah, yeah - we've all seen Flashdance, or at least had somebody give us the gist of it. The Tune Exalted are an extremely powerful force; the average Town Elder would rather have them around doing things for the community than being chased away for Ye Olde Actes of Perversione.

			--[[User:Darren MacLennan\|Darren MacLennan]]

220.133.220.27: /* General Ideas */

2012-02-20T20:16:09Z

General Ideas

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	The Surf Tribes were the ones who created the link between the human world and their own. Seeing a number of the local beach bums surfing on an evening tide, the Lunars took on their most human forms and asked to participate – and the surfers, typically gregarious, were glad to oblige. Surfing quickly went beyond a simple hobby and became the dominant religious form for the spirits, as riding a wave was very similar in concept to riding flesh. The next year saw a huge increase in the number of surfers, as well as an official recognition of the Lunars as a harmless subgroup, rather than as a race of slavering monsters.		The Surf Tribes were the ones who created the link between the human world and their own. Seeing a number of the local beach bums surfing on an evening tide, the Lunars took on their most human forms and asked to participate – and the surfers, typically gregarious, were glad to oblige. Surfing quickly went beyond a simple hobby and became the dominant religious form for the spirits, as riding a wave was very similar in concept to riding flesh. The next year saw a huge increase in the number of surfers, as well as an official recognition of the Lunars as a harmless subgroup, rather than as a race of slavering monsters.

	~~==General Ideas==~~		I bieleve the rule is, if you're making money off of it you need permission. If you're just doing it on myspace and not preforming it live at a place where you earn money it should be fine.

	* The Sacred Song has a special property - it can be adapted into any song. The fragments are held by major families - each family gets its power from ownership. Los Angeles is held by a quartet of major families, each of which has at least one major fragment; each private army takes its power from one of those fragments. But there's a lot of lost fragments out there, all of which are being fought over by the Dragon Samurai, mariachi from Mexico. Anybody with a guitar and a sword can cut a path through the desert. Think of "Six-String Samurai" meets "Desperado", with lots of overt magick; corrupt civilizations contrasted against struggling villages, scumholes, and wandering mariachi samurai.

	* The United States is not the US as we know it; it's been radically transformed by the Tune Exalted. All of the major cities are there, and you can live in places in the US that don't look a thing different from our world, but it's basically recognizable.

	* That being said, the political situation is still much the same. The Tune Exalted exercise about as much political power as musicians ever have - I~~.E none.~~

	* Try to maintain a sense of realism - you don't need to make up a band if the real thing will do. Try to use real bands when you can, adapting them to the Exalted.

	* Their enemies also tend to be themselves, in keeping with the self-destructive streak that a lot of musicians have. No musician was ever assassinated, but there's a laundry list of musicians who have died from drug and/or alcohol abuse. (Keith Richards is the obvious exception that proves the rule.)

	* There are Deadlands in the United States as well. Near Memphis, there's mass of pasty white flesh miles wide, maybe a thousand feet high, rolling through the countryside and devouring anything it touches. It's tended by a small legion of sycophant demons and the reanimated corpses of groupies. If you search the top of the mass of flesh, you can find a mouth and a black pompadour. The mouth will occasionally mutter something Southern, usually about fried peanut butter sandwiches or burning love. At the same time, though, there's a young man with a gold jacket and a guitar supposedly stolen from the Devil's corpse wandering through the south, waggling his hips and throwing that trademark smirk. The King's body may be rotting, but the King's spirit isn't done by far.

	* Glamour as a mechanic again. This time, instead of being spent, Glamor measures how much energy your character has; a low-Glamor Exalted is ~~an up-and-comer~~, ~~like Beck around the time of "Loser", while a high-Glamor Exalted is, say, Radiohead at this particular moment.~~

	You see where this is going, huh? You can nurse a moderate amount of Glamor for a long while, or a high Glamor for a short period, but the public is fickle, and they'll eventually find themselves a new flavor of the month. You can retain your experience as an experienced, wearied Exalted, like Elvis Costello - well known, but hardly burning up the charts - or you can attempt the painful experience of rebuilding yourself into a new persona, exchanging skills and memories for a new persona, like Madonna. The higher your Glamor, though, the more you can do - so you can risk it all with high Glamor, attempt to do something big, or you can live with the frustration of knowing that you could do better but never had the guts to go for the big hits.

	* Anybody can play guitar; anybody can be a Tune Exalted. This isn't an exclusive club; you just have to play music. There are musicians who have decided to shun the Exalted idea completely, believing that the music has nothing to do with the channeling of magic - and they're ~~perfectly viable player characters, because they don't have to cope with the constant temptation and pitfalls of being an Exalted.~~

	* While I hate to sound like a music snob, I'm avoiding the portrayal of country-western as Nashville - as the liner notes for Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? point out, contemporary country music is essentially bubblegum music with Hallmark lyrics. Exalted country-western artists focus around the land, and its harshness; murder ballads, the bleak and the scary, the bizarre and the unexplained. An Exalted focused on country-western can step into the land as if he's pulling a blanket over his head, sleep under the ground for a night, then wake up and walk away without a speck of dirt on him. Or walk the world as a wolf. Or summon help from a nearby town without saying a word.

	* Instead of charms being based on skills, you'd base them off of ~~music styles, and make them broad. Rock and roll has its own charm tree, so does country and western, and so forth down the line - but~~ you ~~could pick and choose depending on what music style you like~~. ~~Or,~~ you ~~could use magic like Tribe 8's Synthesis, with your effect determined by your successes.~~

	~~=== Things I'm trying to avoid ===~~

	* Demonization of agents and record companies. Yes, they're ~~bastards; obviously. Since~~ it's too obvious to make them the villains, I'm choosing to make agents literally demons, but helper demons - think of Smithers to the Exalted's Mr. Burns. The record companies are more like remora; they want to glom onto an Exalted's side, not ruin his life.

	* "Love will conquer all." Rock and Rule did this, and I want to avoid painting rock and roll as nothing but magic, love, sweetness and light; a Tune Exalted can have his magic and ~~his music eat him alive if he's~~ not ~~careful.~~

	* Rock movement X was the greatest thing on the face of the earth, and it is automatically the Most Magic. Yeah, well, I've seen too many musical movements turn into parodies of themselves; while hippies may have considered themselves the harbingers of truth and light and goodness, most of them were...well, hippies. Punks supposedly had an intellectual vein to their movement, but at ~~its worst, it was essentially brutal stupidity set to music. New Wave was the most intellectual, but had~~ a ~~tendency to turn fey and affected if left alone too long. No music is immune from destruction.~~

	* The Town Elders are out to get us! Yeah, yeah - we've all seen Flashdance, or at least had somebody give us the gist of it. ~~The Tune Exalted are an extremely powerful force; the average Town Elder would rather have them around doing things for the community than being chased away for Ye Olde Actes of Perversione.~~

	~~--[[User:Darren MacLennan\|Darren MacLennan]]~~

88.3.201.216: /* General Ideas */

2006-11-05T23:52:42Z

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	* Glamour as a mechanic again. This time, instead of being spent, Glamor measures how much energy your character has; a low-Glamor Exalted is an up-and-comer, like Beck around the time of "Loser", while a high-Glamor Exalted is, say, Radiohead at this particular moment.		* Glamour as a mechanic again. This time, instead of being spent, Glamor measures how much energy your character has; a low-Glamor Exalted is an up-and-comer, like Beck around the time of "Loser", while a high-Glamor Exalted is, say, Radiohead at this particular moment.

	You see where this is going, huh? You can nurse a moderate amount of Glamor for a long while, or a high Glamor for a short period, but the public is fickle, and they'll eventually find themselves a new flavor of the month. You can retain your experience as a experienced, wearied Exalted, like Elvis Costello - well known, but hardly burning up the charts - or you can attempt the painful experience of rebuilding yourself into a new persona, exchanging skills and memories for a new persona, like Madonna. The higher your Glamor, though, the more you can do - so you can risk it all with high Glamor, attempt to do something big, or you can live with the frustration of knowing that you could do better but never had the guts to go for the big hits.		You see where this is going, huh? You can nurse a moderate amount of Glamor for a long while, or a high Glamor for a short period, but the public is fickle, and they'll eventually find themselves a new flavor of the month. You can retain your experience as an experienced, wearied Exalted, like Elvis Costello - well known, but hardly burning up the charts - or you can attempt the painful experience of rebuilding yourself into a new persona, exchanging skills and memories for a new persona, like Madonna. The higher your Glamor, though, the more you can do - so you can risk it all with high Glamor, attempt to do something big, or you can live with the frustration of knowing that you could do better but never had the guts to go for the big hits.

	* Anybody can play guitar; anybody can be a Tune Exalted. This isn't an exclusive club; you just have to play music. There are musicians who have decided to shun the Exalted idea completely, believing that the music has nothing to do with the channeling of magic - and they're perfectly viable player characters, because they don't have to cope with the constant temptation and pitfalls of being an Exalted.		* Anybody can play guitar; anybody can be a Tune Exalted. This isn't an exclusive club; you just have to play music. There are musicians who have decided to shun the Exalted idea completely, believing that the music has nothing to do with the channeling of magic - and they're perfectly viable player characters, because they don't have to cope with the constant temptation and pitfalls of being an Exalted.

Argyle: Added a category

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	[[Category:Exalted]]		[[Category:Exalted]] [[Category:Alternate Settings]]
	==~~PREMISE~~==		==Premise==

	If you put your ear to any railroad in America, you can hear the old bluesmen singing their favorite songs, as clear as a bell. Even ones that aren't connected to the main lines play the blues. Back during the Forties, the best of the bluesmen picked up their belongings, followed the rail lines into New Mexico, and then fought - and beat - the Devil himself, fighting with switchblades and ancient guitars in the fires of the first atomic bomb. You can see their faces in the aurora borealis at night, illuminating the mile-long blackened bones of the Devil, or visit their animated skeletons as they jam on a plain of black glass.		If you put your ear to any railroad in America, you can hear the old bluesmen singing their favorite songs, as clear as a bell. Even ones that aren't connected to the main lines play the blues. Back during the Forties, the best of the bluesmen picked up their belongings, followed the rail lines into New Mexico, and then fought - and beat - the Devil himself, fighting with switchblades and ancient guitars in the fires of the first atomic bomb. You can see their faces in the aurora borealis at night, illuminating the mile-long blackened bones of the Devil, or visit their animated skeletons as they jam on a plain of black glass.
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	You're a Tune Exalted. What do you want to sing about?		You're a Tune Exalted. What do you want to sing about?

	==~~SETTING:~~==		==Setting==
	The setting of Tune Exalted is the United States of America - but it's a United States that's been altered by the Tune Exalted, for better and for worse. The current setting, 1977, has seen approximately four major tides, each of which changed the country for better and for worse. Each wave spawned a new wave of Tune Exalted, who then guided the country through the resulting changes.		The [[setting]] of Tune Exalted is the United States of America - but it's a United States that's been altered by the Tune Exalted, for better and for worse. The current setting, 1977, has seen approximately four major tides, each of which changed the country for better and for worse. Each wave spawned a new wave of Tune Exalted, who then guided the country through the resulting changes.

	==~~HISTORY:~~==		==History==

	===The 1920s: Smooth Alien Jazz, White Bleeding Horror===		===The 1920s: Smooth Alien Jazz, White Bleeding Horror===

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			[[Category:Exalted]]
	==PREMISE==		==PREMISE==

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2005-05-03T14:19:34Z

Restore edit, spruce up general idea section, good on ya

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	==General Ideas==		==General Ideas==

	- The Sacred Song has a special property - it can be adapted into any song. The fragments are held by major families - each family gets its power from ownership. Los Angeles is held by a quartet of major families, each of which has at least one major fragment; each private army takes its power from one of those fragments. But there's a lot of lost fragments out there, all of which are being fought over by the Dragon Samurai, mariachi from Mexico. Anybody with a guitar and a sword can cut a path through the desert. Think of "Six-String Samurai" meets "Desperado", with lots of overt magick; corrupt civilizations contrasted against struggling villages, scumholes, and wandering mariachi samurai.		* The Sacred Song has a special property - it can be adapted into any song. The fragments are held by major families - each family gets its power from ownership. Los Angeles is held by a quartet of major families, each of which has at least one major fragment; each private army takes its power from one of those fragments. But there's a lot of lost fragments out there, all of which are being fought over by the Dragon Samurai, mariachi from Mexico. Anybody with a guitar and a sword can cut a path through the desert. Think of "Six-String Samurai" meets "Desperado", with lots of overt magick; corrupt civilizations contrasted against struggling villages, scumholes, and wandering mariachi samurai.

	- The United States is not the US as we know it; it's been radically transformed by the Tune Exalted. All of the major cities are there, and you can live in places in the US that don't look a thing different from our world, but ~~there are~~		* The United States is not the US as we know it; it's been radically transformed by the Tune Exalted. All of the major cities are there, and you can live in places in the US that don't look a thing different from our world, but it's basically recognizable.

	- That being said, the political situation is still much the same. The Tune Exalted exercise about as much political power as musicians ever have - I.E none.		* That being said, the political situation is still much the same. The Tune Exalted exercise about as much political power as musicians ever have - I.E none.

	~~- Their enemies also tend~~ to ~~be themselves, in keeping with the self-destructive streak that~~ a ~~lot~~ of ~~musicians have. No musician was ever assassinated, but there~~'s a ~~laundry list of musicians who have died from drug and/or alcohol abuse~~. ~~(Keith Richards is the obvious exception that proves~~ the ~~rule~~.)		* Try to maintain a sense of realism - you don't need to make up a band if the real thing will do. Try to use real bands when you can, adapting them to the Exalted.

	~~- There are Deadlands~~ in the ~~United States as well~~. ~~Near Memphis~~, there's ~~mass of pasty white flesh miles wide, maybe~~ a ~~thousand feet high, rolling through the countryside and devouring anything it touches. It's tended by a small legion~~ of ~~sycophant demons and the reanimated corpses of groupies. If you search the top of the mass of flesh, you can find a mouth~~ and ~~a black pompadour. The mouth will occasionally mutter something Southern, usually about fried peanut butter sandwiches~~ or ~~burning love~~.		* Their enemies also tend to be themselves, in keeping with the self-destructive streak that a lot of musicians have. No musician was ever assassinated, but there's a laundry list of musicians who have died from drug and/or alcohol abuse. (Keith Richards is the obvious exception that proves the rule.)
	At the ~~same time, though, there's a young man with a gold jacket and a guitar supposedly stolen from the Devil's corpse wandering through the south, waggling his hips and throwing~~ that ~~trademark smirk. The King's body may be rotting, but~~ the ~~King's spirit isn't done by far~~.

	- Glamour as a mechanic again. This time, instead of being spent, Glamor measures how much energy your character has; a low-Glamor Exalted is an up-and-comer, like Beck around the time of "Loser", while a high-Glamor Exalted is, say, Radiohead at this particular moment.		* There are Deadlands in the United States as well. Near Memphis, there's mass of pasty white flesh miles wide, maybe a thousand feet high, rolling through the countryside and devouring anything it touches. It's tended by a small legion of sycophant demons and the reanimated corpses of groupies. If you search the top of the mass of flesh, you can find a mouth and a black pompadour. The mouth will occasionally mutter something Southern, usually about fried peanut butter sandwiches or burning love. At the same time, though, there's a young man with a gold jacket and a guitar supposedly stolen from the Devil's corpse wandering through the south, waggling his hips and throwing that trademark smirk. The King's body may be rotting, but the King's spirit isn't done by far.

			* Glamour as a mechanic again. This time, instead of being spent, Glamor measures how much energy your character has; a low-Glamor Exalted is an up-and-comer, like Beck around the time of "Loser", while a high-Glamor Exalted is, say, Radiohead at this particular moment.

	You see where this is going, huh? You can nurse a moderate amount of Glamor for a long while, or a high Glamor for a short period, but the public is fickle, and they'll eventually find themselves a new flavor of the month. You can retain your experience as a experienced, wearied Exalted, like Elvis Costello - well known, but hardly burning up the charts - or you can attempt the painful experience of rebuilding yourself into a new persona, exchanging skills and memories for a new persona, like Madonna. The higher your Glamor, though, the more you can do - so you can risk it all with high Glamor, attempt to do something big, or you can live with the frustration of knowing that you could do better but never had the guts to go for the big hits.		You see where this is going, huh? You can nurse a moderate amount of Glamor for a long while, or a high Glamor for a short period, but the public is fickle, and they'll eventually find themselves a new flavor of the month. You can retain your experience as a experienced, wearied Exalted, like Elvis Costello - well known, but hardly burning up the charts - or you can attempt the painful experience of rebuilding yourself into a new persona, exchanging skills and memories for a new persona, like Madonna. The higher your Glamor, though, the more you can do - so you can risk it all with high Glamor, attempt to do something big, or you can live with the frustration of knowing that you could do better but never had the guts to go for the big hits.

	- Anybody can play guitar; anybody can be a Tune Exalted. This isn't an exclusive club; you just have to play music. There are musicians who have decided to shun the Exalted idea completely, believing that the music has nothing to do with the channeling of magic - and they're perfectly viable player characters, because they don't have to cope with the constant temptation and pitfalls of being an Exalted.		* Anybody can play guitar; anybody can be a Tune Exalted. This isn't an exclusive club; you just have to play music. There are musicians who have decided to shun the Exalted idea completely, believing that the music has nothing to do with the channeling of magic - and they're perfectly viable player characters, because they don't have to cope with the constant temptation and pitfalls of being an Exalted.

	- While I hate to sound like a music snob, I'm avoiding the portrayal of country-western as Nashville - as the liner notes for Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? point out, contemporary country music is essentially bubblegum music with Hallmark lyrics. Exalted country-western artists focus around the land, and its harshness; murder ballads, the bleak and the scary, the bizarre and the unexplained. An Exalted focused on country-western can step into the land as if he's pulling a blanket over his head, sleep under the ground for a night, then wake up and walk away without a speck of dirt on him. Or walk the world as a wolf. Or summon help from a nearby town without saying a word.		* While I hate to sound like a music snob, I'm avoiding the portrayal of country-western as Nashville - as the liner notes for Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? point out, contemporary country music is essentially bubblegum music with Hallmark lyrics. Exalted country-western artists focus around the land, and its harshness; murder ballads, the bleak and the scary, the bizarre and the unexplained. An Exalted focused on country-western can step into the land as if he's pulling a blanket over his head, sleep under the ground for a night, then wake up and walk away without a speck of dirt on him. Or walk the world as a wolf. Or summon help from a nearby town without saying a word.

	- Instead of charms being based on skills, you'd base them off of music styles, and make them broad. Rock and roll has its own charm tree, so does country and western, and so forth down the line - but you could pick and choose depending on what music style you like. Or, you could use magic like Tribe 8's Synthesis, with your effect determined by your successes.		* Instead of charms being based on skills, you'd base them off of music styles, and make them broad. Rock and roll has its own charm tree, so does country and western, and so forth down the line - but you could pick and choose depending on what music style you like. Or, you could use magic like Tribe 8's Synthesis, with your effect determined by your successes.

	- Things I'm trying to avoid:		=== Things I'm trying to avoid ===

	* Demonization of agents and record companies. Yes, they're bastards; obviously. Since it's too obvious to make them the villains, I'm choosing to make agents literally demons, but helper demons - think of Smithers to the Exalted's Mr. Burns. The record companies are more like remora; they want to glom onto an Exalted's side, not ruin his life.		* Demonization of agents and record companies. Yes, they're bastards; obviously. Since it's too obvious to make them the villains, I'm choosing to make agents literally demons, but helper demons - think of Smithers to the Exalted's Mr. Burns. The record companies are more like remora; they want to glom onto an Exalted's side, not ruin his life.

Darren MacLennan: /* Invasions - The Sixties */

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Invasions - The Sixties

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	===Invasions - The Sixties===		===Invasions - The Sixties===

	Just as the deadening of European musical power during the Great War had led to (allowed?) the emergence of the Jazz Exalted in the twenties, its reflowering in England, re-seeded by the musical Glamors of the Americans across the water, created a new power for that island nation. English Pop Exalted were formed at the confluence of the great conflict between the Soviet Union and the United States, and so ~~had~~ the ~~great~~ tension of ~~annihilation to worry about without having to worry about wielding the power to avoid it should it come~~.		Just as the deadening of European musical power during the Great War had led to (allowed?) the emergence of the Jazz Exalted in the twenties, its reflowering in England, re-seeded by the musical Glamors of the Americans across the water, created a new power for that island nation. English Pop Exalted were formed at the confluence of the great conflict between the Soviet Union and the United States, and so fueled themselves on the constant tension of nuclear annhilation.

	~~While~~ British ~~Pop Exalted invaded~~ the ~~United States (led~~ by the ~~Paperback Writers~~ - ~~later assassinated one by one in retaliation for leading~~ the ~~advance)~~, the United States ~~was sending~~ astronauts to the ~~moon using~~ the ~~power~~ of ~~Country~~ and ~~Western~~. ~~Outside~~ the ~~guiding~~, ~~grounding influence~~ of ~~Earth~~, ~~those astronauts discovered that reality~~ was ~~so malleable~~, ~~so shapeable~~, ~~that by~~ the ~~time they landed~~ on the moon, ~~it not only~~ had a ~~breathable atmosphere~~, but ~~it had~~ a ~~ghost town full of Old West stereotypes~~ and a ~~(segregated) trailer park just outside~~. ~~However~~, the astronauts ~~discovered~~ that their ~~shaping abilities were far inferior~~ to ~~those~~ of the Moon ~~People~~, and ~~soon~~ the ~~Lunarians (or Lunatics)~~ were ~~infiltrating themselves back onto Earth using~~ the ~~paths forged by~~ the ~~astronauts~~ and ~~rocket launches as guides to allow~~ their ~~highly energetic bodies~~ to ~~reach~~ the ~~surface~~. ~~Once there~~, ~~they insidiously took over Cape Canaveral~~, ~~now called~~ the ~~Magic Kingdom~~.		The first wave of the British Invasion arrived with the Beatles, who swiftly established themselves as immensely talented Exalts. The major innovation was to take the Essence that they gained from performing and rechanneling it through the audience. The result was the creation of the Beatle Babies – teenagers who had been affected by the Essence that their bodies were forced to channel. Almost all of the effects were beneficial – the ability to know the exact time of day, hair that sprouts flowers, a recession of acne. There were, however, a spate of Revolver Babies, half-blooded children spawned directly from the rechanneled essence of the Beatles. That effect – plus the paternity suits that resulted from same – created a rather sharp reluctance to allow the Essence-channeling effect to happen. Despite all of that, the Beatles were still the best Tune Exalted that the land had to offer.

			Locked into a fight with the Soviet Union, the United States launched a program to put a man on the moon. The astronauts were going up into one of the most barren places known to mankind, and, as a result, decided that the guidance of the Tune Exalted would be worth gaining. The lonely striders of the Tune Exalted who had chosen country music as their channel were the natural choice. On July 16th, 1969, the Unconquered Sun 11 was launched from Cape Canaveral, carrying Buzz Aldrin, Neil Armstrong, and Harry Coldtree, a Tune Exalted charged with the hopes of a nation and enough Essence to cause him to permanently manifest an anima banner throughout the entire mission. His banner, a one-eyed wolf, was seen running along the contrail left behind the rocket’s passage, an image that quickly became the defining portrait of the space age.

			However, the mission was to be a mixture of successes and defeats. On July 20th, the Unconquered Sun set down on the moon’s surface, and Neil Armstrong became the first man to set foot on the moon. Harry Coldtree was able to use his powers to give the astronauts an exact idea of their surroundings, which enabled them to take a much larger series of samples than they would have otherwise.

			The astronauts weren’t alone. The moon was home to a wide variety of animal spirits, who had been thrown there by a purge that predated human history. Most of them soaked in the Wyld energy of empty space, able to change their forms – but not their primal nature – with a simple whim. These spirits were utterly unused to dealing with flesh, and they were utterly stunned to realize that there was such a thing as physical form. The result was a concentrated attack on all three astronauts by a variety of bodiless spirits, all of them wanting to possess the flesh. When the astronauts finally left, they were carrying a seething cauldron of manifested spirits within them, all fighting for dominance in a limited space.

			Their splashdown in the Pacific destroyed their capsule, vaporized the top six feet of the ocean in a hundred-mile radius, and damaged many of the ships that had been sent to retrieve the Apollo capsule. It unleashed hundreds of animal spirits, all of them charged with Lunar energy and desperate to experience as much as they could. The humans had fought them every single step of the way on their return form the moon, so the spirits swiftly found easier hosts: Animals.

			The result was a wave of lycanthropy of all sizes and kinds, as the spirits tried to apply the laws of humans to the bodies of animals. The result was a three-month long winter of terror, where household pets would suddenly speak a few words in the croaking language of the Moon and stand on two feet, its flesh rippling with the soft light of the moon. It resolved when Harry Coldtree managed to contact the royalty of the Lunar Courts, sacrificing his power to stabilize their forms and give them a much more refined sentience. Coldtree’s bones swiftly became priceless artifacts within the Lunar community, each bone granting a single animal dominion over its fellows.

			The Surf Tribes were the ones who created the link between the human world and their own. Seeing a number of the local beach bums surfing on an evening tide, the Lunars took on their most human forms and asked to participate – and the surfers, typically gregarious, were glad to oblige. Surfing quickly went beyond a simple hobby and became the dominant religious form for the spirits, as riding a wave was very similar in concept to riding flesh. The next year saw a huge increase in the number of surfers, as well as an official recognition of the Lunars as a harmless subgroup, rather than as a race of slavering monsters.

	==General Ideas==		==General Ideas==

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	- Their enemies also tend to be themselves, in keeping with the self-destructive streak that a lot of musicians have. No musician was ever assassinated, but there's a laundry list of musicians who have died from drug and/or alcohol abuse. (Keith Richards is the obvious exception that proves the rule.)		- Their enemies also tend to be themselves, in keeping with the self-destructive streak that a lot of musicians have. No musician was ever assassinated, but there's a laundry list of musicians who have died from drug and/or alcohol abuse. (Keith Richards is the obvious exception that proves the rule.)

	~~- Try to maintain a sense of realism - you don't need to make up a band if the real thing will do. Try to use real bands when you can, adapting them to the Exalted.~~

	- There are Deadlands in the United States as well. Near Memphis, there's mass of pasty white flesh miles wide, maybe a thousand feet high, rolling through the countryside and devouring anything it touches. It's tended by a small legion of sycophant demons and the reanimated corpses of groupies. If you search the top of the mass of flesh, you can find a mouth and a black pompadour. The mouth will occasionally mutter something Southern, usually about fried peanut butter sandwiches or burning love.		- There are Deadlands in the United States as well. Near Memphis, there's mass of pasty white flesh miles wide, maybe a thousand feet high, rolling through the countryside and devouring anything it touches. It's tended by a small legion of sycophant demons and the reanimated corpses of groupies. If you search the top of the mass of flesh, you can find a mouth and a black pompadour. The mouth will occasionally mutter something Southern, usually about fried peanut butter sandwiches or burning love.

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General Ideas

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	- The United States is not the US as we know it; it's been radically transformed by the Tune Exalted. All of the major cities are there, and you can live in places in the US that don't look a thing different from our world, but there are		- The United States is not the US as we know it; it's been radically transformed by the Tune Exalted. All of the major cities are there, and you can live in places in the US that don't look a thing different from our world, but there are

			- That being said, the political situation is still much the same. The Tune Exalted exercise about as much political power as musicians ever have - I.E none.

			- Their enemies also tend to be themselves, in keeping with the self-destructive streak that a lot of musicians have. No musician was ever assassinated, but there's a laundry list of musicians who have died from drug and/or alcohol abuse. (Keith Richards is the obvious exception that proves the rule.)

			- Try to maintain a sense of realism - you don't need to make up a band if the real thing will do. Try to use real bands when you can, adapting them to the Exalted.

	- There are Deadlands in the United States as well. Near Memphis, there's mass of pasty white flesh miles wide, maybe a thousand feet high, rolling through the countryside and devouring anything it touches. It's tended by a small legion of sycophant demons and the reanimated corpses of groupies. If you search the top of the mass of flesh, you can find a mouth and a black pompadour. The mouth will occasionally mutter something Southern, usually about fried peanut butter sandwiches or burning love.		- There are Deadlands in the United States as well. Near Memphis, there's mass of pasty white flesh miles wide, maybe a thousand feet high, rolling through the countryside and devouring anything it touches. It's tended by a small legion of sycophant demons and the reanimated corpses of groupies. If you search the top of the mass of flesh, you can find a mouth and a black pompadour. The mouth will occasionally mutter something Southern, usually about fried peanut butter sandwiches or burning love.