Yeah, this is pretty much what I thought approval voting would do. The option that few really like but everyone can compromise on tends to win. But what a bland and dreary quest that would make if every vote was such! And something like ranked choice voting is just a logistical nightmare...

For what it's worth, Vanguard would've been my vote in any case. Null resistance really seems quite valuable. But approval voting allows for
[X] Nightmare Praetor
[X] Auspicious Vanguard
 
She has an inhuman hair color. The people from his world have normal hair!

Not very anime, I know. But Accretion isn't.
The hero did get golden eyes when he embraced the edge. That's fairly anime? Or Star Wars, at least. Also, the index has been updated.

Force Unto gets back into the grind and stays there, yielding more power in the long run. It assumes a higher burden of initial risk, but it's got much better healing abilities to compensate for that risk. It doesn't cash out like Unshattered or incentivize us to try to play politics and dance around the Tyrant's Doom like the Praetor. It's more of what we just got done doing, and you know what? Killing kaiju's pretty fun to read. We could do with more high-quality fight scenes.

Let's become the shining knight once more, wade into the fray and emerge from it bearing power-ups. Instead of shoring up weaknesses, let's play to our strengths. Actions speak louder than words. If we keep moving and never stop to give speeches, maybe people won't realize we're actually an asshole? The Decimator's Affliction mitigation baked into the option will also wind up saving a shitload of lives if taken early, not that we'll see most of it.
 
If they insist and we damage it or even kill it, our position is even worse; and will have endangered these people. We can't just walk away.

The scenario you posit, where the mech will immediately engage in combat with a unit that just helped it, sounds even worse to try the politic route with, they're clearly on a hair trigger and we shouldn't be interacting with them right now. Have Gisena stun it and skedaddle in this case.

We cracked the sound barrier going into the city, Gisena will slow us down some but we can still fade into the wilderness in minutes, our boys an insurgent. He knows the steps.

The Decimator's Affliction mitigation baked into the option will also wind up saving a shitload of lives if taken early, not that we'll see most of it.

I don't like to harp on this much because it's a real mood killer, but yeah we're killing people every second. Some of those civilians that were wounded by the blood monsters? We tipped the scale between survival and death for them, and that's just the tip of the iceberg.
 
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But why when we have the chance to actually get their alliance? Just going back into the woods looking for random encounters is the height of unproductiveness. If we want the most efficient path to the most fights, we would need to accept their help. Especially if the monsters follow stereotypical Kaiiju behavior and prefer to attack cities. The traits of the wurm we killed certainly imply a designed weapon; not something we are likely to find by wandering into the woods. Even having Gisena stay and we go puts an incredible delay in our OODA loop and may costs us actually making a difference.

Force is often only as good as the intelligence to direct it. It won't matter if Force Upon has more power if we are prevented from applying it productively.
 
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I note that the Geas of Indenture is very much not relevent in the short term (It was in the immediate term). We can power-level for a century or so while mitigating various curses before proceeding to start on world conquest. Which is pretty hard with Doom of the Tyrant anyhow unless we have overwhelming power, relatively speaking.
 
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Oh boy I can't wait to sleep in reasanable time like 1 30 am compared to 6 am of yesterday!
With recent developments looks like Nightmare Praetor has inched into the lead, though it's still very close!
Time to do another cashgrab omake power reaction post. Need the monies omake power.


Oh look, glorious red people keeps not taking. I do like the name though, straight to the point...I am not sorry


Best to cut to the heart of the problem and remove the wurm-beast. The sheer scale of its battle with the giant was sufficient to cause collateral damage for every minute that it proceeded unnecessarily. He took stock of the implements available to him as he prepared to move.
As voted, removing the disease is better than threating the symptoms. Cut the head and the beast will die, cut the tail and it will bite you. *Add wise words here*


There was the Blade of the Tyrant's Forebear. It had broken alongside him in the process of delivering his final blow to its first wielder's progeny. Had that been simple overexertion or evidence of a deeper connection? It hardly mattered now. When he'd abducted the Blade from the Tyrant's catacombs it had bonded to him fully, had leapt to his hand from the crypt, fierce and eager in its willingness to serve, the vigor of a weapon suffering dire neglect...
Ah, classical conundrum of whatever Chickens or Eggs came first. Is our blade broken because we broke in the final fight or are we broken because the sword broke? Though like our hero said, it doesn't matter now...for now.


It had never betrayed him across years of insurgency. In time they had become a single being, their story a single legend, the hero true and Sword That Was Stolen, of disparate origin but as thick as thieves.

In truth it was inaccurate to think of them as separate entities. The sword was a part of him like his liver or heart, and just as essential to the hero's function. Before his infusion of Accursed power it had slumbered comatose, form and purpose shattered as he had been. All that remained of the bastard sword's blade was a jagged shard about a foot in length, but the Accursed's infusion of power had reached it as it had reached every other part of his self. The broken Blade had quickened once more, its mere presence imparting him with an echo of the Forebear's storied might, the power of Ruin suffusing his every strike.
Or it matters now and our hero answered it. Huh, that was quick. By the way, our best friend is a sword right now. Fun times ahead.


But that was not the only artifact touched by the Accursed's spark. There on his hand was the ring Hunger, a band of black mythril surmounted by crimson, the final memento of his journey and the only one stolen from the Tyrant's corpse. Rumor abounded that the ring was the source of the Tyrant's martial gift, but in his hands it had only been a powerless token. Now it had awakened, bound to him by Accursed investiture and fused indestructibly to his index finger.

It impelled him towards action, towards greatness, the fulfillment of his human potential; prodded him to embrace the joys and sorrows of life fearlessly and without regret. So too was the ability it imparted: the hero's capacity to advance via personal training would be greatly diminished, but any form of conflict or genuine endeavor would grant power tenfold.
Another artifact stolen from Tyrant. We were quite the thief aren't we. I can see why people like voting for Nightmare. This may be why Tyrant was so strong that even Destiny was failing to stop him. but where did it came from? You can't find artifacts like this laying around. Is it another ploy of Hidden Masters? Someone opposing Hidden Master? A ROB deciding to fuck with them? I hope we can get the origin story behind the ring.


A shame his armor had been stolen from him in the hours leading up to his assassination. But the Forebear's Blade granted resilience enough.
Sorry Hero your princess is in another castle Rihaku didn't gave us the option for armor. Actually, this is a good point. @Rihaku, why no armor option in LR selection?


He bounded forth, greenery whirling by as yards and miles disappeared beneath him, towards the city of white stone in which the colossi fought. The situation became clearer as he approached: the common folk of the city, better dressed and fed than those of the Tyrant's world, were fighting a desperate action against a horde of hyena beasts, which streamed like spilled blood from the dragon-jackal's wounds. The city was pervaded by them, creatures beyond number, and he drew his blade as he reached the walls, propelling himself with a crack of thunder through an open gate and into the fray.

Like a falling meteor he struck, the steady tide of beasts become a sea in tumult. The force of his impact rippled outwards, monsters hurled like stray droplets as the fight began in earnest.

There was no time to waste. He scythed though their ranks with brutal efficiency, carving a path to the progenitor dragon. Thirty stories it towered above them, blotting out sky and sun, its reddish-brown carapace mottled with scars. As creatures poured from a wound, the cut itself steadily shrank in size. Troubling.
Even being the shade of his former self our Hero is strong enough to cut ranks of monsters. His apex must be frightening. On the plus side this world has better living standards than his former world! Not saying much seeing they are besieged by abominations but it's a step up!.. Probably.


Nearly of a height with it was its opponent, a bio-mechanical giant armored in dark grey with accents of red. Hydraulics and ceramic plate spoke to a degree of sophistication that was absent from the city around them, but its overall appearance was disheveled, parts ill-fitting or in disrepair. Its head bore little resemblance to that of a human's; a fierce and angular thing with livid gold eyes, sporting an enormous maw filled with cruel, curving fangs.

But that was hardly its strangest feature. At the top of each arm where the shoulder would normally lie was another armored head, neckless as if in place of a pauldron, similar in structure down to the fanged maw. These had eyes of green; the rightmost face stared appraising down at him. As he watched, the giant attacked, pulling aside the dragon's arm to bite at its neck, shoulder-face tearing into the flesh of that arm as it came into range.
Interesting design. An Asura to be precise. It's also in disrepair and probably in non optimal set up as it's parts are ill fitting.


It was probably this thing that had sparked his feeling of affinity, this devourer with three heads. Indeed he felt no hostility from it, though it hardly seemed overly solicitous.
Why did it spark a feeling of affinity? Are we its Shinji and it's our robot?

He had almost reached the place of their duel, its radius of devastation increasingly apparent, when he was stopped short by a bolt of phantasmal force.

"Another outlander! Can you help me evacuate these guys?" An inappropriately cheerful voice accosted him. The interloper was a woman in a finely-tailored dress, its gossamer material streaked with trails of blood and gore, though none of it appeared to be her own. Blue eyes, pale violet hair and distractingly beautiful, inhumanly so. The hackles of his suspicion rose. Some form of Fey? Her ears seemed normal enough, but that could be glamour.
Here comes the best girl. She is evacuating the place and doing her good dead of the day. It's interesting to note that there are Feys in our former world.


She was leading a large convoy of civilians out from the epicenter, so likely not an enemy. Her bolts seemed to stun and disorient those beasts they struck. It could be a ruse, improbable as it seemed. He'd allow it, at least until the civilians crossed the boulevard, but would stay on guard.
Quite the wariness, not that I blame the hero. At least he isn't insanely paranoid.


"Fine," he assented. "Stay out of my way."


"So grumpy," she huffed, arriving at his side. "Wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?"

"Maybe I'm always rude."

She laughed airily. "A handsome knight like you? I don't believe it!"

He sighed. "Is now the time for this?"

"When better? We could die at any moment, you know. What, afraid you can't keep up?"

"Yes. So focus on the battle."

"Liar. You're even faster than me! So, where are you headed next? Going to attack that dragon? I could help..."

Finally the civilians were through. Tides of translucent force emanated from her, sweeping through the hyena-beasts emerging from the dragon. Where that magic passed, the creatures swayed and sat as if in a stupor.

She seemed capable enough. "Yes. Come if you like."

"How forward! I knew you liked me after all."

"...Circle around to the far side. I'll hit it from the front."

"As if you'd get rid of me that easily! If you get me to the head, I can bypass its healing. Then you finish it off?"

He grunted in assent. "Can you survive a fall? I could throw you into range, then sprint up the tail."
Ah, I missed her and her dialogue. Love everything about this.

A delicate flower like me? I'm not so acrobatic. Carry me?" She batted her eyelashes.

"Fine. Climb on."

"I'd prefer a princess carry, but this is fine too." She kipped up and hugged his neck, crossing slender legs against his stomach. He did his best to ignore the prominent sensation of her chest against his back. Her skin was milk-pale, no sun exposure, hands free of callous. Likely a life spent indoors, with servants for menial work.
Love it.

Yet her speed and precision were above the level of ordinary humans. A product of her magic alone, rather than experience? No. She was composed in battle, suggesting some level of familiarity. Perhaps that selfsame magic reverted any changes to her form.

Once she was secure, he sprang forward, leaping up to land on the dragon's tail. From what he could recall, he'd never actually slain a dragon before. That would have been a memory worth saving.
Interesting observations, our hero is not without his head.
By the way, what kind of hero didn't kill a dragon before?!? We need to remedy it immediately.


Plunging his blade into its side, he ran up its length, too quick for it to toss. Had its attention not been diverted by a renewed assault from its chief opponent, perhaps it could have dealt with him, but not in its current sorry state. Where his blade passed, flesh parted cleanly and sloughed to the side, up and across the whole of its spine until it came apart as if unzipped. The sorceress followed up with another wave of her magic, nullifying its regeneration.

He attacked with savagery as they reached the head, blade-force projected into great thrusts and cleaving arcs to carve away at the dragon's skull. The sorceress shifted, holding her left arm against his collarbone to fire away with her outstretched right. Before long they had reached the brain. Crossed slashes cut it into quarters; a volley of bolts and it trembled, falling still.
We are quite the team aren't we? Already killed a dragon like creature in day 1. By day 100 we will be killing Gods.


The ring Hunger pulsed on his finger, a warm flood of power radiating outwards into his body, and through him the Forebear's Blade. The spoils of victory, progression so rapid it felt unfair. He would have to get used to that.
And here comes the Hunger bonus. As you can see it doesn't matter if you can't or don't want to train. Just go and beat some dudes for their lunch money. Greater the challenge the greater the mon- I mean power.


"I hope this thing doesn't dissolve beneath us," he grumbled.
Nah, this doesn't look like Grimm or Hollows. Nice guess though, genre savvy. I approve.


It won't. The flesh itself is nonmagical, it was only infused with magic. Mostly its nervous system, which distributed the power as it was needed." She leapt down to inspect its wounds. "What an interesting specimen! It's a shame biology's not my forte."

"You're a scientist?"

"The very best!" She exclaimed, standing up to face him with a lecturing finger. "Lady Gisena Allria, Sorceress of Nullity and genius technologist, at your service!"

Love it once again. Reminds of Da Vinci from FGO.


"What do you think about that?" He pointed his chin at the humanoid abomination, which stared at them unblinkingly. Steam hissed out from a set of cylinders in its neck, a pillar of smoke to join the countless coiling upwards into the sky.

The sense of affinity had grown with proximity, almost sharp now like an ache. He was certain. It was this thing - the monster itself, not any pilot or creature that resided within - that held that affinity to him, aligned across some inexpressible valence.
Just get into to the choppa mech Shinji Hero! Don't you know that you can't ask questions?


Gisena Allria. She knows more than she lets on. Always suggesting, requesting or implying, never commanding directly. Does her power to nullify magic allow her to perceive the contours of the Tyrant's Doom? Instinct tells you that her powers could weaken your own, to a degree. Had she desired your death, she would have had numerous chances. That she hasn't taken one doesn't mean she's entirely trustworthy...
We spent a LR for her, Accursed said we are compatible and OOC we know her from previous quest. Of course we can trust her.


[ ] Trustworthy Enough - But the chance is low enough that you aren't terribly concerned. There are far more pressing matters in play. [Take 1 extra Selection below, +Gisena]
Second verse same as the first. Look above.

[ ] Keep Your Distance - You know too little at this juncture. Best to prepare countermeasures if you can. [Gain Null Resistance - Your magic can't be reduced below 30% by any source]
Just no.


What did the murdered dragon yield? Choose 2, or 3 with Trustworthy Enough. Until the new mechanics are up, thread participation can earn extra picks.
Here comes the loot. Second best thing after build votes.


[ ] Sword That Was Stolen - Thick As Thieves - The Forebear's cunning and force of personality. Highly likely to cause mental contamination. Can be taken multiple times. [+Charisma, +Intelligence, +Heartlessness]
Decent option but don't like the mental contamination. Plus it's the personality of the Tyrants Ancestor. A big maybe from me.
[ ] Forebear's Blade - Echo of the Forebear - Cloud-shadow of the Forebear's might. Legendary strength and speed, and the resilience to exert them. Can be taken multiple times. [+Might, +Agility]
Taking his strength and speed is much better than changing our personality to his. Quite a good option.
[ ] Forebear's Blade - Fell-Handed Stroke - A devastating blow of unutterable magnificence from which no recovery is possible. A powerful, but draining strike that inflicts cursed wounds from which spirit and will leak as freely as blood. Resists healing.
Great option. Every hero needs an ultimate attack and we seem to lack one. This fills it perfectly.
[ ] Hunger - Feast of Lives. The Ring Hunger brings unnatural vigor, staunching wounds and replenishing blood, but its true strength is evident only at the moment of triumph. Gain modest regeneration and improved health of the body. Briefly gain extreme regeneration upon defeating a non-trivial opponent. [2 picks]

*Your appetite quadruples and you become more carnivorous.
*So long as you feed this appetite well, reduce the Decimator's Affliction by .5% a year. Doesn't increase difficulty of future mitigations.
*Without a regular supply of animal-based foods, you will suffer increasing penalties to your bodily health, and increase the Decimator's Affliction by 2% a year.
*Healing's convenient to advance through battle. Lifesteal's great.
It's an Affliction mitigation without increasing the difficulties of future mitigation. This alone makes it great. Food requirements are fine and secondary affect of healing makes it so we will always have the upper hand in equal fights. Then get back to another fight afterwards.


[ ] Hunger - Might's Repose. With every exertion comes a moment of repose; that is nature's proper order. Sleep and physical rest are not inconveniences to be pared away, but an inextricable part of life's rhythms. [2 picks]

*Like an Elder Wyrm of yore, the more you sleep, the more powerful you become.
*Sleeping at least 9 hours a day yields the following benefits: You become only stronger, wiser, and more glorious with age, never becoming infirm, as if the travails of aging themselves have an inverse effect on you. You gain a substantial bonus to physical attributes and a minor bonus to mental attributes for the day. You are immune to hostile effects that would tire or exhaust you or induce artificial sleep.
*You may sleep up to 90% of the time. When sleeping, you grow stronger with age at twice the normal rate.
*The strength of age is not the vigor of youth. It is stabler and more fearsome but less expressive, less joyful and innocent. It will not bring back what was lost, merely overwrite it with a power that in time will be far greater.
*Without extensive mitigation, those possessing the Affliction of Slumber cannot benefit from this.
If you can become a dragon, always become a dragon. This option is similarly great. Gain power from sleeping and it isn't affected by Hunger reduction. Grants a small bonus to everything when we sleep well. But it costs 2 Picks.


[ ] Forebear's Blade - Unshattered. Turn your afflictions into strength. Your body is maimed, your blade broken; that does not mean you yourself are less than whole. Let the Broken Blade be the new complete form of the Forebear's weapon, a symbol of his dynasty shattered by your hand. Let your wounds be the battle-standard, tapestry of the sacrifices your journey demanded of you, forevermore a reminder of victory's cost. [3 picks]

*Helps the hero move on psychologically without reducing the relevance of his companions' sacrifices or his drive for vengeance.
*Massively increases your power level to about three-fourths of the hero's apex. [+Rank]
*Not his power three-fourths of the way through his journey, but three-fourths of the total strength at his height (not accounting for sacrificial techniques). It could take years to reach this level again.
*Power enough to bring ruin to high lords and kings with a single malediction, rout armies with a single strike, overwhelm and dismember horrid beasts out of myth. The cut of your blade is the end of sorcery; cities that oppose you are reduced to rubble, fortresses to ash. You outrace the thunderclap, or your words drown it out; stand against the flood or hurricane, and by sheer majesty of spirit turn them aside.
*Slows Accretion growth in the future as you cease to benefit from recovery boost. Further expends the To Shatter Heaven effect of the King's Scepter.
*You will remain forever maimed, and your blade forever broken, reducing its reach. In time you can develop capabilities to substitute for what you have lost.
*You're pretty sure the humanoid abomination is in a weakened state and its full power is vastly greater than even this.
Massive increase in power, social and mental. Heals us psychologically. Will slow down future growth in Accretion but power begets power and will have a head start on Accretion in the first place. Unless we fuck up I don't think slowed progression would ever matter. Being forever maimed and a shorter blade is just cosmetics. I would eat my hat and bet 100 bucks if our blade length is the decisive factor in our final fight.

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Yeah I am done. Another shameless reaction post.
Supporting Unshattered and Force Unto.
 
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[X] Auspicious Vanguard
[X] Force Unto

Adding a vanguard vote; it has the options I wanted before consolidation but flips to the null resistance. I think I was focusing too much on the Gisena+; Vanguard doesn't come with Gisena- and we'll have more opportunities in the future to get to know Gisena better if we're compatible.
I also kinda like how its power ups aren't as visible or dramatic; we can hide our Progression longer that way while still giving ourselves a better foundation.
 
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"Hm? Asking my opinion now? Consultations aren't free, you know," Gisena teased.

He scoffed. "Riding on my back wasn't free either."

"Are you saying you didn't enjoy that?" She giggled. "Well, I think it's a wonderful creation! I'd love to study it. But my realm didn't have anything like this. The technology's mostly a shell, isn't it? An accoutrement of the creature beneath."

"There is power there. Far more than it's shown to us." Briefly he closed his eyes, reaching out instinctively. It reminded him almost of the Tyrant, or his own power at the very height, but greater still. They were mere tributaries compared to the ocean that slept within this beast. Power of enormous scope, but of a tenor that was similar to his own. And yet like him it was diminished, wan shadow of its full potential.

"Think it was holding back?"


"No." He shook his head. "It's injured. Lessened."

"Probably safest just to observe, and see if it does something," Gisena sighed. "How boring."

She turned to him. "So... Got a name?"


He scowled.
 
Tributary to Ocean disparity ratio can vary a lot depending on what you slot onto each category, no matter how you slice it though it's still quite a daunting difference.
 
Inb4 the update; sad that I procrastinated on this too long to affect the vote, but exp is exp. 1029 words.

Best to cut to the heart of the problem and remove the wurm-beast. The sheer scale of its battle with the giant was sufficient to cause collateral damage for every minute that it proceeded unnecessarily. He took stock of the implements available to him as he prepared to move.
It seems our choice has made the Hero more decisive; harm reduction avails little when the menace still abounds. And now we confirm the wining vote!

There was the Blade of the Tyrant's Forebear. It had broken alongside him in the process of delivering his final blow to its first wielder's progeny. Had that been simple overexertion or evidence of a deeper connection? It hardly mattered now. When he'd abducted the Blade from the Tyrant's catacombs it had bonded to him fully, had leapt to his hand from the crypt, fierce and eager in its willingness to serve, the vigor of a weapon suffering dire neglect...

It had never betrayed him across years of insurgency. In time they had become a single being, their story a single legend, the hero true and Sword That Was Stolen, of disparate origin but as thick as thieves.
Considering the legendary status of the Blade, that fact that the Tyrant did not utilize it himself is very intriguing. The mere fact that it might be due to compatibility issues is already good information, as it suggests that the Tyrant and the Forebear had some pretty fundamental differences, ones the Tyrant was loath to discard. Though, I'm surprised he didn't keep it close to him at all times considering it's power.

And so we took the abandoned blade and gave it new purpose. Opposing a Tyrant with the blade of his ascendant is a pretty interesting legend, I must admit.
In truth it was inaccurate to think of them as separate entities. The sword was a part of him like his liver or heart, and just as essential to the hero's function. Before his infusion of Accursed power it had slumbered comatose, form and purpose shattered as he had been. All that remained of the bastard sword's blade was a jagged shard about a foot in length, but the Accursed's infusion of power had reached it as it had reached every other part of his self. The broken Blade had quickened once more, its mere presence imparting him with an echo of the Forebear's storied might, the power of Ruin suffusing his every strike.
If the blade is sufficiently symbolic of his state as to have broken when it did, It makes sense that the Accursed's power wasn't able to restore it. In fact, it may never be restored until we are "whole" again. Or at least, when he considers himself whole, or accepts his new status as a broken man and let it stay like that. The symbolism of the latter doesn't appeal to me much.

But that was not the only artifact touched by the Accursed's spark. There on his hand was the ring Hunger, a band of black mythril surmounted by crimson, the final memento of his journey and the only one stolen from the Tyrant's corpse. Rumor abounded that the ring was the source of the Tyrant's martial gift, but in his hands it had only been a powerless token. Now it had awakened, bound to him by Accursed investiture and fused indestructibly to his index finger.

It impelled him towards action, towards greatness, the fulfillment of his human potential; prodded him to embrace the joys and sorrows of life fearlessly and without regret. So too was the ability it imparted: the hero's capacity to advance via personal training would be greatly diminished, but any form of conflict or genuine endeavor would grant power tenfold.
Huh, interesting that Huger came from the Tyrant. Would Talon have the same origin, I wonder? It was described in pretty sinister terms. Both items together would incentivize letting "worthy opponents" live so you can advance off their opposition, then slay them at their peak so you gain goodies. A very high risk/reward strategy.

A shame his armor had been stolen from him in the hours leading up to his assassination. But the Forebear's Blade granted resilience enough.
The details of his assassination becomes ever more complex. By now we know he must have seen it coming for quite a while, though we don't know if he tried to resist, or how.

He bounded forth, greenery whirling by as yards and miles disappeared beneath him, towards the city of white stone in which the colossi fought. The situation became clearer as he approached: the common folk of the city, better dressed and fed than those of the Tyrant's world, were fighting a desperate action against a horde of hyena beasts, which streamed like spilled blood from the dragon-jackal's wounds. The city was pervaded by them, creatures beyond number, and he drew his blade as he reached the walls, propelling himself with a crack of thunder through an open gate and into the fray.

Like a falling meteor he struck, the steady tide of beasts become a sea in tumult. The force of his impact rippled outwards, monsters hurled like stray droplets as the fight began in earnest.
Breaking the sound barrier with his leaps. The people still seem medieval, although they are more prosperous the those in our world. The result of preserving things from their apocalypse? The narration doesn't remark on any advanced weapons however, so they must not have preserved much. Given they were advanced enough to make super-soldier programs, I wonder how much of their science was preserved.
There was no time to waste. He scythed though their ranks with brutal efficiency, carving a path to the progenitor dragon. Thirty stories it towered above them, blotting out sky and sun, its reddish-brown carapace mottled with scars. As creatures poured from a wound, the cut itself steadily shrank in size. Troubling.
This is a pretty complete weapon if it's meant to be used against cities; attempts to beat it just accelerate the destruction by creating more and more beasts and it can do so for a while given its regeneration. You have to defeat it quickly and decisively, otherwise even if you kill it the city may be lost due to a huge monster swarm. Very troublesome.
Nearly of a height with it was its opponent, a bio-mechanical giant armored in dark grey with accents of red. Hydraulics and ceramic plate spoke to a degree of sophistication that was absent from the city around them, but its overall appearance was disheveled, parts ill-fitting or in disrepair. Its head bore little resemblance to that of a human's; a fierce and angular thing with livid gold eyes, sporting an enormous maw filled with cruel, curving fangs.

But that was hardly its strangest feature. At the top of each arm where the shoulder would normally lie was another armored head, neckless as if in place of a pauldron, similar in structure down to the fanged maw. These had eyes of green; the rightmost face stared appraising down at him. As he watched, the giant attacked, pulling aside the dragon's arm to bite at its neck, shoulder-face tearing into the flesh of that arm as it came into range.
Very-EVA like. While they don't have such huge fangs, the moments where the EVA units open their mouths to scream savagely are one of the most iconic parts about them. It seems this mech possess a similarly animalistic nature. The head pauldrons are seen enhancing grappling, but given the Hero noticed its gaze, they likely expand its field of vision as well. Is the ability to fight multiple monsters at once an important design consideration? If so, it implies the original makers were likely heavily outnumbered in whatever conflict this was made for.
He had almost reached the place of their duel, its radius of devastation increasingly apparent, when he was stopped short by a bolt of phantasmal force.

"Another outlander! Can you help me evacuate these guys?" An inappropriately cheerful voice accosted him. The interloper was a woman in a finely-tailored dress, its gossamer material streaked with trails of blood and gore, though none of it appeared to be her own. Blue eyes, pale violet hair and distractingly beautiful, inhumanly so. The hackles of his suspicion rose. Some form of Fey? Her ears seemed normal enough, but that could be glamour.
How rude, introducing yourself by the way of dangerous energy bolts!

It seems the Hero has a pretty visceral beauty equals danger association. Was it just a result of the improved looks given by sufficient Accretion, or is specifically about the Fae? He doesn't seem to consider one of them helping civilians a ridiculous thought, so maybe they weren't inherently dangerous?
She was leading a large convoy of civilians out from the epicenter, so likely not an enemy. Her bolts seemed to stun and disorient those beasts they struck. It could be a ruse, improbable as it seemed. He'd allow it, at least until the civilians crossed the boulevard, but would stay on guard.
Even in this situation, the Hero remains suspicious. Given the treachery he suffered, can't say I blame him.

Nullity's bolts seem to disrupt enemy control, so they are definitely not autonomous, but have signals transmitted to them by magical means. The monster likely can't focus much on them given the whole giant robot fight.
"Fine," he assented. "Stay out of my way."

"So grumpy," she huffed, arriving at his side. "Wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?"

"Maybe I'm always rude."

She laughed airily. "A handsome knight like you? I don't believe it!"

He sighed. "Is now the time for this?"

"When better? We could die at any moment, you know. What, afraid you can't keep up?"

"Yes. So focus on the battle."

"Liar. You're even faster than me! So, where are you headed next? Going to attack that dragon? I could help..."
Ah, Gisena, it's so like you to start flirting in the most inappropriate situations. But the Hero's heart is too loyal to just surrender himself to some thot!

The voters however...
Finally the civilians were through. Tides of translucent force emanated from her, sweeping through the hyena-beasts emerging from the dragon. Where that magic passed, the creatures swayed and sat as if in a stupor.

She seemed capable enough. "Yes. Come if you like."

"How forward! I knew you liked me after all."

"...Circle around to the far side. I'll hit it from the front."

"As if you'd get rid of me that easily! If you get me to the head, I can bypass its healing. Then you finish it off?"
Man, she's relentless.

I suppose, if you know the healing is magical, going for the head immediately makes the most sense. I suppose given our displayed physical might, she correctly assumed we could climb this thing.
He grunted in assent. "Can you survive a fall? I could throw you into range, then sprint up the tail."

"A delicate flower like me? I'm not so acrobatic. Carry me?" She batted her eyelashes.

"Fine. Climb on."

"I'd prefer a princess carry, but this is fine too." She kipped up and hugged his neck, crossing slender legs against his stomach. He did his best to ignore the prominent sensation of her chest against his back. Her skin was milk-pale, no sun exposure, hands free of callous. Likely a life spent indoors, with servants for menial work.

Yet her speed and precision were above the level of ordinary humans. A product of her magic alone, rather than experience? No. She was composed in battle, suggesting some level of familiarity. Perhaps that selfsame magic reverted any changes to her form.
Flirting even while performing a highly dangerous maneuver; she's fully internalized the YOLO principle, huh?

The Hero performs some deduction about this mysterious woman; discovers she has some beautifying power. A natural conclusion, given how Accretion worked in his universe. I'm surprised he didn't extrapolate more similarities; wise, but surprising.
Once she was secure, he sprang forward, leaping up to land on the dragon's tail. From what he could recall, he'd never actually slain a dragon before. That would have been a memory worth saving.
It's good to see that the Hero retains at least some humor for his condition. This could have easily been an angst-filled lamentation, but he mostly seems low-key exited at this new opportunity.
Plunging his blade into its side, he ran up its length, too quick for it to toss. Had its attention not been diverted by a renewed assault from its chief opponent, perhaps it could have dealt with him, but not in its current sorry state. Where his blade passed, flesh parted cleanly and sloughed to the side, up and across the whole of its spine until it came apart as if unzipped. The sorceress followed up with another wave of her magic, nullifying its regeneration.

He attacked with savagery as they reached the head, blade-force projected into great thrusts and cleaving arcs to carve away at the dragon's skull. The sorceress shifted, holding her left arm against his collarbone to fire away with her outstretched right. Before long they had reached the brain. Crossed slashes cut it into quarters; a volley of bolts and it trembled, falling still.
Quite Shadow of the Colossus, I must say. Ruin plus Nullity's efforts seem to have done a number on his regeneration and prevented the spawning of beasts, which assume would normally impede a tactic like this.

Once we reach the weakpoint, it's quite anticlimactic. It didn't even seem particularly reinforced, though it may have been just too weak to matter. Must have not been prepared against this tactic.
The ring Hunger pulsed on his finger, a warm flood of power radiating outwards into his body, and through him the Forebear's Blade. The spoils of victory, progression so rapid it felt unfair. He would have to get used to that.
This is your future now Hero; killing and growing strong.

Interesting that the warm glow came from Hunger. Is that how it "multiplies the exp", so to speak?
"I hope this thing doesn't dissolve beneath us," he grumbled.

"It won't. The flesh itself is nonmagical, it was only infused with magic. Mostly its nervous system, which distributed the power as it was needed." She leapt down to inspect its wounds. "What an interesting specimen! It's a shame biology's not my forte."
I agree that's pretty interesting. Building a monster of this scale seems like a monumental task for a civilization in the medieval stage; so probably a remnant of past ages. It seems way less advanced than whatever the Devourer is, so maybe it was built at a later date when then already had started to degrade? Or maybe not all polities are medieval level.
"You're a scientist?"

"The very best!" She exclaimed, standing up to face him with a lecturing finger. "Lady Gisena Allria, Sorceress of Nullity and genius technologist, at your service!"
What a humble introduction.:rolleyes: I guess she isn't wrong, but still.

Someone calling herself a scientist must seem pretty shocking given his previous world and the apparent tech level of this one.
"What do you think about that?" He pointed his chin at the humanoid abomination, which stared at them unblinkingly. Steam hissed out from a set of cylinders in its neck, a pillar of smoke to join the countless coiling upwards into the sky.

The sense of affinity had grown with proximity, almost sharp now like an ache. He was certain. It was this thing - the monster itself, not any pilot or creature that resided within - that held that affinity to him, aligned across some inexpressible valence.
The steam is a very Attack on Titan touch; makes it more imposing against a back drop.

This affinity is pretty spooky, I must say. The Accursed's doing? Or maybe considering the likely inspiration, maybe it's the Apocryphal Curse seeding our downfall or something like that. I'm not one to refuse power when it's offered though, shady as it might seem!
 
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The Furthermost Reaches

"Hm? Asking my opinion now? Consultations aren't free, you know," Gisena teased.

He scoffed. "Riding on my back isn't free either."

"Are you saying you didn't enjoy that?" She giggled. "Well, I think it's a wonderful creation! I'd love to study it. But my realm didn't have anything like this. The technology's mostly a shell, isn't it? An accoutrement of the creature beneath."

"There is power there. Far more than it's shown to us." Briefly he closed his eyes, reaching out with his instincts. It reminded him almost of the Tyrant, or of his own power at the very height, but much greater. Even the Tyrant was a mere tributary compared to the ocean that slept within this beast. Power of enormous scope, but of a tenor that was similar to his own. And yet like him it was diminished, wan shadow of its full potential. Not dammed, but run dry. And yet it would not take so terribly much for the deluge to come again.

"Think it was holding back?" Gisena snapped him from his thoughts.

"No." He shook his head. "It's injured. Lessened."

"Probably safest just to observe and see if it does something," the Sorceress sighed. "How boring."

She turned to him. "So... Got a name?"

He scowled.

Gisena pouted. "I did tell you mine, you know. Noble title and all! That's valuable tactical intelligence."

A name. He'd sacrificed his name, and claiming another at this juncture would just see it slip from his mind. But he needed something for others to call him, that was true enough. He looked down at his hand and the blade that it held. A pseudonym would hold, if it was memorable. Something practical. And yet even a pseudonym held power. Properly chosen, it could bind his objects more strongly to him, or establish that he was separate from them.

Something easy to recall. Something as familiar to him as the back of his hand.

"Hunger. Technically I'm a City Lord, but they've likely had me deposed."

As he spoke, he felt the essence of the ring shift, become his in full, interlacing its nature with his own. Now, like a ring of power, he would only grow mightier and more cunning with time. Age would have no purchase upon him, and even the Tyrant's curse that had stolen his youth would be reversed and superseded. He hoped that taking this name would also bind the Decimator's Affliction, allowing him to exert some measure of control over it. That would be a priority in the near future.

"Hunger?" Gisena said brightly. "Hm... Lord Hunger. I like it. It's only a little pretentious."

"More than a little. Don't be polite."

"Arrogant and a liar too! Why do I put up with you?"

"I'm a noble. It's to be expected."

"Well, at least he's self-aware."

"Keep talking to yourself. It's better that way."

"Oh? Already in love with the sound of my voice?"

"A-ahem!" A voice boomed from the direction of the giant. "If you two are done flirting, we have important matters to take care of!"

It was a girl's voice, clear and high, but somewhat stilted, as if forcing herself to sound authoritative.

"Sorry, we're not!" Gisena answered cheerfully.

"Huh?"

"We're not done flirting. Isn't that what you asked? So, mind waiting a bit longer?"

"Ah! Um..."

"Speak for yourself," he grunted, turning to address the giant. "Are you the pilot of that creature? What's your business?"

"Thank you, my lord. Yes, I am. I'd like to come out and speak to you face-to-face. Will you give your word not to attack my person?"

"I won't attack unprovoked. Do as you please."

Steam hissed from countless apertures as the giant's head and chest moved forward, revealing its internals. A dizzying array of runes and glyphs coated every inch of its bio-mechanical interior, faintly emitting the pale, cold blue of a winter sky. Within was a capsule, which hissed open to reveal a young lady in a pale military jacket with accents of gold. Lean and long of limb, she had delicate, fine-boned features and eyes a shade lighter than Gisena's blue. A long shock of hair trailed nearly to her waist, white in color but with all the luster and texture of youth. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. In the fingers of her right hand she held a small text, a manual of some kind.

Emerging from the capsule, she hopped up, landing neatly on the giant's shoulder, leaning forward on one heavy boot.

"Ah!!" Gisena clasped her hands together, eyes sparkling. She leaned over to whisper in his ear. "She's so cute! Can we keep her, hun? Please?"

"Do not call me that. And she's not your pet."

"Then, what should I call milord? 'Huney' has a certain ring to it... "

"Just Hunger is fine."

"What's this, a nobleman claiming to be just?"

"As you said. I'm a liar."

"You said you had business," he called to the girl, before Gisena could interject again.

The girl nodded, stealing a glance at her manual before speaking. "You're outsiders, right? Come in through an Astral Rift? We're lucky we found each other. This place has certain properties making it difficult to navigate. Most outsiders who arrive here either die or are never seen from again, but my Armament," she gestured at the giant, "can bring us to civilization."

"Okay. I'm listening."

"Well..." the girl frowned. "It's a lot to explain. Since we all look human and are even speaking English, I'm going to assume you're from a world with similar ontological parameters..."

"Hm." He had assumed the Accursed had given him a translation function.

Gisena perked up. "In my realm it's called Angletierre, but I've been speaking it because everyone else has. My native language is actually Joanian."

He raised an eyebrow. That wasn't easy. "You have no accent. Impressive."

"Of course! I am a genius, after all."

"Anyway!" The pilot said, "The place we're currently trapped is named the Voyaging Realm. We believe it's an artificial universe created by an ancient species who called themselves the Foremost. It's contained by an outer ring the size of a gas giant, with the space inside heavily spun, folded, and distorted. It's constantly shifting and some parts are dangerous. A small portion of the Realm is unaffected and humans have built a city and spaceport there. That's where I'm trying to go." She showed them a picture from her manual, depicting a highly advanced metropolis with towers of steel and glass, over which loomed a small flotilla of angular ships. If this was accurate, these people were far beyond the Earth of his time.

"Since my Armament is so badly weakened, I'd like your help making it there. In return you'll reach civilization and my government will probably pay you a hefty sum as well. If you're interested, we could even arrange longer-term employment. Rift outsiders with unique skills are always welcome. Any questions?"

"I don't work well with others," he said, "I'm happy to kill things for money, but I won't act under your chain of command. If that's fine, I've got a few more questions."

She nodded.

But Gisena interrupted, practically vibrating with excitement. "What incredible technology! Flying ships! Cities that scrape the sky! This day has turned out far better than I thought. When I opened that Void I expected only death, not to be sent to another world out of my wildest dreams!"

"Oh?" The girl cocked her head. "How did you two get here, if you don't mind my asking?"

"I used my powers to tear a hole through reality," Gisena explained. "I didn't think it would work, and almost burned out that Grace. I was trying to assassinate the.... hero of my world for murdering my sisters. It didn't go so well, so I had to run."

"You're quite brave, Miss Gisena!" said the pilot. "And you, milord?" She turned to him.

He frowned. "I was the hero of my world and assassinated after I slew the Tyrant."

Gisena beamed, wrapping her arms around his left. "We're a perfect pair!"

He shrugged her off. "This is the third dimension I've stumbled into. My home was a planet called Earth. We had a technological civilization, planes and satellites, but nothing truly interstellar. Tell me about your society. What volume of space do you occupy? How many stars do you control?"

"Well, it's complicated," the pilot temporized. "The Human Sphere encompasses about ten thousand inhabited worlds, and includes another twenty thousand uninhabited systems used for resource extraction. The Realm we're standing in technically isn't a part of it, aside from our spaceport and city. The Sphere is divided into three polities, and the nation I'm from controls about twenty-seven hundred stars. But, I actually work for a jointly-funded agency supported by all three nations, so... like I said, it's complicated. It's not really relevant, none of the states has much power here!"

"Fine. You mentioned a number of other hazards. Creatures like this dragon? Are they related to these Astral Rifts? Any strategic or tactical information we should be aware of?"

"Y-yes. How to explain this..." She mused, tapping her lip with a gloved finger. "So, your home world, you said you weren't interstellar. Were you bound by the speed of light?"

"We knew about it. We didn't have ships nearly that fast."

"Neither do we, really. Long-distance travel is mostly conducted with Astral technology, either supplementing our movements or tunneling directly into the Astral Realm. Doing this destabilizes the gradient between realities, sometimes creating rifts through which Astral denizens sometimes attack us. They're especially attracted to Armaments, which can forcibly re-stabilize that gradient in a large radius. Mine is so weakened that its beacon isn't strong, so we shouldn't have to deal with anything too serious, but the Voyaging Realm also has a natural rate of rift incidence. That's where you guys came from."

She hesitated, then continued to speak. "Any Astral denizens that appear from those in our vicinity are going to attack my Armament. The... dragon you fought was one. Additionally, there are some unusual creatures and societies in this Realm that are hostile to humans. Most of the creatures we encounter shouldn't be too terribly stronger than the dragon you killed. So, it'd really be safest if we traveled together! Especially if we could restore my Armament, even a little bit."

"So. We're trapped in a pocket universe that's immeasurably vast, within which space shifts so that locations don't correspond to each other. It's partially inhabited by monsters, and Astral Rifts occasionally deposit more monsters, which will automatically attack if you're in the vicinity."

She nodded. "That's right."

"So how can your 'Armament' navigate this place?"

She swallowed. "G-good question! Most Armaments are Foremost technology, mine included. There's an inbuilt navigational system for Foremost realms. I estimate it'll take us about t-two months to reach the city's staging grounds, give or take two weeks."

As far as he could tell, she was mostly sincere, though her time estimate was likely more certain than she felt. And if she wasn't lying, it would be difficult to escape this Realm alone.

He glanced over at Gisena.

"Oh? Do I get a say in this, milord?"

"No. I'm just looking at you for no reason."

"I do have that effect on people. And I'd love to go. So much technology to explore, it'll be exciting!"

He turned to the pilot. "Then we're in."

"Great!" She curtseyed neatly before them. "Duchess Letrizia von Artriez, pilot of the Devouring Armament, Verschlengorge. We'll be in your care."

Gisena elegantly returned the curtsey with one of her own. "Pleased to meet you, Zea! We're going to be best friends. Now tell me... what's a 'planet?' By what principle are they organized into 'star systems?' And what's that to do with the speed of light?"

"M-Miss Gisena, one at a time, please!"

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As you have taken Nightmare Praetor, the hero has chosen the mechanically optimal pseudonym of Hunger, Lord Hunger to those who acknowledge his title. Slightly increases advancement rate from Hunger. Grants opportunities for mitigation of the Decimator's Affliction in the future.

[ ] On Second Thought... - You're fairly certain that sufficient Rank would allow you to navigate this place easily on your own, and partnering with a giant, mostly useless target that attracts monsters is just begging for the Apocryphal Curse to put all of you in peril. Not worth it for a nebulous payment from her government that's only 'probably' going to occur. Best for you and Gisena both to encounter their civilization on your own terms, when you are stronger.

*Probably safer
*There should be plenty for you to explore around here
*You're still not sure why Verschlengorge has such an affinity for you.

[ ] Plan Your Trip - Choose 3 options below.

Letrizia has supplies and advanced camping materials in her Armament, though you could probably live off the land.

[ ] Speak with Gisena I - Learn more about the Nullity Sorceress. The circumstances of your mutual arrival are suspicious. Inform her of your Curses and see if she can help. +Gisena
[ ] Speak with Gisena II - Speak on personal matters. Additional ++Gisena. Requires Speak With Gisena I.

[ ] Speak with Letrizia I - The girl seems fairly intimidated by you. Perhaps you came off as harsh. Put her at ease. +Letrizia.
[ ] Speak with Letrizia II - Explain the matter of your affinity with Verschlengorge. Perhaps she has some insight? Req. Speak with Letrizia I. Additional ++Letrizia, ?

[ ] Errantry - Perform various tasks for the people you encounter within the Voyaging Realm so as to more effectively forge your legend. Slowly increases Accretion Rank.
[ ] Errantry II - Perform more demanding, dangerous and time-consuming tasks. Increases Accretion Rank at a considerably faster clip. Risky. Requires Errantry.

[ ] Learn to Pilot - As you are bound to the Ring Hunger, your learning speed outside battle is slightly worse than an average mortal's. The intricacies of the Armament are easy to learn, difficult to master, and many functions are incomplete or unavailable due to its state. Still, there is time enough for the fundamentals of movement.
[ ] Commune with Verschlengorge - There is something here, something of great import, though you feel little sense of urgency... Req. Learn to Pilot.

[ ] Sleep Heavily - By default you will sleep 9 hours a day. Sleeping more increases the (at this time, fairly small) benefits accumulating from Might's Repose over time.

[ ] The Name of the Curse - Attempt to exert some measure of control over the Decimator's Affliction, by the combined power of yourself and your Ring.

[ ] Seek out Artifacts - With wandering monsters and strange civilizations come objects of power, everyone knows that! And bereft of your armor, you could use a third object to complete your panoply. In theory any object can do, but a formidable artifact would grant greater bonuses. Not guaranteed to succeed.

[ ] Seek Worthy Opponents - Actively pursue rumors of powerful monsters & the like. Hunt them down to advance your Progression. +Stats. Risky.

And now for the most important part of the vote. What to call Letrizia?

Req. Speak with Letrizia I

[ ] Letrizia
[ ] Zia
[ ] Zea
[ ] Zee
 
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PSA: Signatures
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We just met her and we're already giving her a nickname?!

Also just sold my signature for power. My purity has decreased so far that I fear that becoming a Cursebearer for less than 10 Curses would be a fool's dream.

Edit: For the former, I don't post enough for the latter.
 
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[ ] Plan Your Trip

We chose against murderhoboism so this seems the natural pick.

[ ] Speak with Gisena I - Learn more about the Nullity Sorceress. The circumstances of your mutual arrival are suspicious. Inform her of your Curses and see if she can help. +Gisena
[ ] Speak with Letrizia I - The girl seems fairly intimidated by you. Perhaps you came off as harsh. Put her at ease. +Letrizia.

Need to commit to the course, no matter the pain.

[ ] The Name of the Curse

I'd like to see how this works, artifacts or opponents might be okay but not that suitable unless we manage some decent intel first which is tough in this realm.
 
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[X] Plan Your Trip
[X] Speak with Gisena I
[X] Speak with Gisena II
[X] Speak with Letrizia I
[X] Letrizia

Letrizia is a really pretty name! Not in the market for a waifu though haha
We've fortunately dodged Doom of the Tyrant problems, so I think we need to seize this opportunity to forge closer connections so we'll have good intros into society down the line. I think we'll have plenty of time and opportunities for the other tasks. Repose is a patient build, so we should be patient.
 
Would you like to sell out you signatures for power? Then I've got a simple transaction for you. Within the next few updates I'll introduce the mechanics for advancement, including the two progression resources Experience and Arete. The latter is the equivalent of Beyond Points from Even Further Beyond, at a rate of ~2.2 Arete = 1 Beyond Point.

You may receive .05 Arete per month for advertising this quest in your signature, or .1 Arete per month if you post a lot in threads other than this one. Indicate which type you are applying for when you make your post. We are on the honor system here but it's pretty easy to check posting history. If someone volunteers to aggregate these and keep signature counts updated, I'll double their personal Arete per month from this source.

Fanworks, thread participation (posts, likes, etc) and the like will grant Experience or Arete as well, with a bonus for misc discussions unrelated to the current vote.
I'm signing up for a Tier-1 Signature (0.05 Arete/Month), and I've created a ledger in google sheets which I can send you a link to in a DM.
 
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Seriously, no Letty? we get three variations of Z but no lazy english version? Criminal!

Also I think if I leave Plan your Trip in it messes up the vote?
[X] Plan - Portion Control
-[X] Speak with Gisena I
-[X] The Name of the Curse
-[X] Seek out Artifacts

Abstaining from the tragic Z choices, alongside the humiliating lack of a nickname.

My plan rationale is to get a grip on the decimation, simultaneous to explaining it to Gisena. I think it's a much easier sell when we're making an attempt to work on it.
This may be a bit early to fuss with the curse from an optimization standpoint, particularly as I'm forgoing the consistent gains of the hunting options. I'm thinking we need to start immediately on mitigating the curse, since Letty's people seem capable of identifying it as a problem. It's also nice to kill less people I suppose, but that isn't a very heartless concern.

I'm tossing in a search for artifacts, because three is a great number, we lack defensive options, and I want to have at least one option that encourages a bit of ranging about and scouting this strange world. Accretion needs time, consistency, and something worthy of a legend. I'd like to see if we can find two out of three here by getting that third item early.

Obviously, I'm approaching this from a perspective of confidence in Hunger's current strength. The wyrm wasn't called out as particularly pathetic, nor was it notably nasty. I'm inclined to believe we can handle encounters with similar beasts, and perhaps even something a bit stronger.

Letty's civilization is daunting, and Hunger has got his work cut out for him. I'm tempted to put a slot in for chatting with her, just to learn more. On the other hand, I'm not particularly interested in sinking two actions into working with Verschlengorge, I don't want to meet anyone's dead mom or learn about spiral hunger powers right now. To be more clear, I consider the thing a dormant threat. Let's leave it alone for now.

There is of course a place for grinding as well. I'm not actually sure whether the benefits of Thieve's charisma and intellect apply more effectively to tactics and optimized harvests, or to handling our compatriots and searching for treasures. We'll see.

edit: fixed bold and gimmie the basic signature package, please.
 
[ ] Learn to Pilot - As you are bound to the Ring Hunger, your learning speed outside battle is slightly worse than an average mortal's. The intricacies of the Armament are easy to learn, difficult to master, and many functions are incomplete or unavailable due to its state. Still, there is time enough for the fundamentals of movement.
Oh wow, that is a bigger decrease to noncombat learning than I was expecting. Good for raw power still, but that really cuts into our utility.
 
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