Editing Alchemicals (section)

== Alchemical Fluff ==
=== History ===
After the gods rebelled, Autochthon decided it was a really good idea to get the hell out of creation as the [[Solars|asshats]] running the place were giving him funny looks of the "Maybe we should stick him in hell too," sort of way since he wouldn't piss off into the wild searching for a nonexistent metaphysical answer like Gaia did. So he got all his worshipers together on the quiet, dragged a fuckton of unborn souls from the well of souls, kidnapped a whooooole bunch more people, and then fled into Elsewhere and shut the door behind him.

Since all the people living inside of him now had to live in a machine based hellscape, he decided it's probably be pretty dick to just leave them like that, so he turned the 8 leaders into the prototype exalted he made and showed off to each of the Incarnae back when the rebellion was getting underway. Those guys eventually turned into giant mechs, and then later still, into cities for folks to live inside. These guys taught the mortals how to make more exalted.

=== Exaltation ===
A sufficiently heroic soul is picked out because everybody's souls are stuck inside of gems grafted into their foreheads, this is then put into a magitek mech body, which entire nations somewhere between the size of the Realm and the other smaller powers back on creation spend between decades and centuries saving up the spare resources to build, and a crazy doctor yells "IGOR! THROW THE SVITCH!" and a new champion of the state is born.

=== Alchemical Games ===
You'll almost never end up playing in a mixed party unless wacky shenanigans happen, and the game quickly turns into a giant mish-mash of jack-of-all trades, each of whom can swap out their charms at any moment to get shit done. You don't actually own or run anything, you're in the one part of the Exalted setting that Mortals actually give commands to the divine rather than the other way around. Don't get your hopes up about eventually playing as a giant team of demi-god mecha, or even becoming your own city and playing some weird table top grand strategy game though, they'll never release those splats even if they get to Alchemicals in 3e. Plenty of homebrew on this stuff though. You also more or less are the bitch boy of, if not the nation that built you, then which ever nation you swore allegience too because you're a glorified wind up toy that requires constant maintenance known only to a set of crazy secretive guilds that are comprised entirely of mortals.