OctarineShrike
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The gamer fic told me that you need to spend point to gain more point .
Doesn't mean we can't disregard the fact we have 4 Arete and just get one 2 point option.
The gamer fic told me that you need to spend point to gain more point .
If we go Echo of the Forebear x2, would selecting the suboption Undying Echo result in twice the +++ constitution?It's decent, you're getting some Might and Agility, it's just not amazing since you're only getting + of each. Comparable to King of Thieves + Fell-Handed Stroke but less greedy in exchange for less utility.
Conspiring to fuck us over, courtesy of the Apocryphal Curse. It was a well-planned ambush, if it makes sense to ascribe 'plans' to the Curse. Kind of terrifying, since it means enemies that'd never break bread with each other can wind up cooperating accidentally. "Water sleeps, but enemy never rests," to steal a saying from the Black Company.
Huh, so with our compatibility with the Armament we could potentially navigate better than Letrizia and get access to untapped resources in the Realm? If top-tier instincts can utilize spatial distortions productively there are huge gains in travel time to be made. And for someone with the Decimator's Affliction, time is not only money but lives.They traveled by means of the Armament, himself and Gisena either riding in the cockpit or perched somewhere atop its towering shoulders. The going was slow, the way uncertain, and Letrizia frequently had to adjust their route to account for distortions of space. There was no science in Verschlengorge's perusal of the Voyaging Realm, only instinct, which its pilot could only vaguely feel. And yet it was a pleasant enough journey, when they were not beset by monsters from outside realms. They rarely encountered ill weather, and could shelter under Verschlengorge until rain or oppressive shine had passed.
Verschlengorge is nearly thirty storeys tall, which puts it on the verge of skyscraper territory. This is a solid mental image that reminds readers of its scale, fantastical and idyllic at the same time.One meandering day, they forded a river, titanic machine wading through the glimmering murk of the rapids that raged and frothed about its shins. Gisena sat on the Armament's shoulder, bare feet dangling merrily off the side, exulting in the occasional dash or spray of water that reached them at this height.
Yeah, Verschlengorge might not be able to find its feet if pinned down in the rapids. Letrizia's got to have inertial stabilizers or something in the cockpit to account for the stresses of sudden movement during combat, otherwise a baseline would be pulped at the levels intact/high tier mechs must move, if they're a trump card of interstellar civilizations.Legs folded meditatively, he scanned the horizon, alert to threats. Here, their mobility was impaired until they crossed the river. Unstable footing would give any enemy a superb opportunity to attack-
...nah, I'm not going to say anything here.Deftly his hand reached out, catching Gisena's thrown slipper before it struck him. It was a flimsy thing of lace the color of her hair; likely a fortune to find dyes of that color. Could he ransom it?
Hunger's presence is the bane of worlds, the Curse's appetite a bottomless thirst for vitality where any satiation is but a temporary stopgap. Depending on your perspective, we either live not at all or a lot. Living 'a little' was never in the cards.
Vengeful even in interpersonal matters, eh? A nice morsel of characterization. Hunger should be warned that 'depriving her of ammunition' by going for her other shoe is itself giving her ammunition. Learn from Seram's example; the winning move in interpersonal conflict with Gisena is not to play.He walked over, bearing casual to mask vengeful intent: set on extracting his pound of flesh, or at least on depriving her of any further ammunition.
Neat trick, sensing Astral Rifts before their appearance with her Nullity. How far can that stretch? A generalized magic sense would be useful.As he approached, she made to pull him alongside her with a light gesture, but exerted unusual intensity, her eyes alert.
He leaned forward on one knee, bringing him level with her.
"You sensed something?" He whispered, keeping an aggrieved scowl on his face.
You mean to say we didn't convince her to discard the nickname? I suppose it was optimistic to assume the Allrian Affliction could be mitigated so easily."Mhm!" She responded cheerfully, eyes flickering for a moment to a point on the horizon. "Thanks ever so much for bringing my shoe back, hun! I'd be absolutely beside myself if I lost it!"
The subtext in this exchange is nice. It'd be concerning if they were somehow being surveilled, but paranoia's not a bad habit if they're actually out to get you."How many of these do you even have?" he asked.
"Right now? Just the one."
So this is the first time Hunger's seen one up close. But not the last, hopefully, I want to jump into one of these things when we're strong enough that it isn't suicide. It's also a nifty visual, you can get a lot of mileage our of the reality-as-cloth metaphor."Hmph."
He dropped the slipper and drew the Forebear's Blade, dashing up and across the Armament's enormous shoulders to reach its one o'clock position, where an Astral Rift was halfway through the process of opening. It looked exactly as he'd imagined, a jagged tear in the fabric of reality exposing void beyond. Within that darkness fluxed seams of color like starlight, lacing up and around each other, busily spirited as if embroidering the edges of the world.
He cut down the first creature that emerged, a ghastly thing of needles and claws, and behind him was a surge of Gisena's power as she unleashed a Tide of Nullity in the opposite direction, reknitting the smaller apertures in reality's weave, preventing them from being flanked.
Slashing, stabbing, and crushing. The bread and butter of melee combat, with a side of ruin. A succinct but viscerally satisfying series of blows.The next creature was a shelled variant, his blade deflecting off its armor, but a quick strike with the pommel pulverized its guard, its torso cratered as he kicked it off the side. Verschlengorge's leftmost head snapped languidly in its direction, and the creature perished with a gruesome crunch.
Letrizia's still not fully at ease with us, if she's using the title. But that's fine, too much familiarity can breed contempt and/or attempted homicide to save her home from the Affliction."My lord, Miss Gisena, we've got incoming!" Letrizia announced, voice tinged with urgency. They felt the Armament shift beneath them, adopting a lower, heavier stance.
Interesting, behaves like I imagine a vessel benefiting from Accretion might. Indefatigable, indifferent to nature's vicissitudes, practical considerations overridden by its legend. On that note, how famous are these folks? They're bold, flying a literal black flag (representing the Evening Sky, presumably), well-equipped. Could be a bounty for them, could be nemeses looking to avenge them. Likely can't collect on the former, the Voyager's Realm being what it is; the latter may find us, with a little help from our friendly neighborhood Curse."We're handling it," He shouted back, but she merely pointed forward with the giant's hand, showing a galleon moored on the far bank. There was a ballista mounted atop its prow, bolts gleaming like the noontime sun. As they watched, the ship unmoored and advanced towards them, unfurling a flag of blackest pitch. Its oars moved ceaselessly through the churning rapids, steady as if impervious to the tide.
If it eats enough of these, gorges itself on monsters from outside reality, can Verschlengorge heal? We still don't know what wounded it in the first place. It's Foremost tech, going by stock Forerunner tropes it's difficult or impossible to repair, but there's no way Letrizia would've been deployed solo with it in this condition. The whole premise of the payout's that protecting her on the trip back's a valuable service. Most of the damage has to be recent. Come to think of it, was the Duchess sent out alone? Seems odd. And there was that ellipsis with the... dragon.As Verschlengorge had adopted a hunched position, the emerging Astral beasts now rained down on them from above.
You know, Gisena's powers would fit Morgiana's personality a lot better and justify her contempt for the Implicate Duty to boot. Someone else Graced with Nullity might resent not being able to set people on fire by glaring or turn a gown into an implement of mass murder, especially when unable to do more than stun attacking monsters. She just turned to technology, which as coping mechanisms go isn't bad."Perfect timing," he groaned, flipping his sword around. But this was not really a surprise. May you live in interesting times.
Pirates. And awfully confident, to approach as obviously large and well-protected a target as this. He and Gisena combined could address either of the threats easily, but their strength apart was not so great. The ship was obviously magical, but its crew might not be, so Nullity's power would be better served against the Astral beasts, who her bolts would at least stun.
Yeah, Verschlengorge is in a bad way. Under better circumstances they'd just be meat for the machine, lambs offering themselves up for the slaughter. A badass maneuver from Hunger here, Accretion showing its worth by enabling our impromptu swashbuckling. What did the boarders think they'd do afterward, though? Hack through the armor and into the cockpit? Stop, drop, and roll works on pesky pirates as well as fire. It'd leave the mech as an immobile target for the ballista, though, and there's no way to drop aggro on the Astral monsters."Gisena! Focus on the beasts and the Rift! I'll deal with the pirates."
As he spoke, the ship continued to approach, gaining with impetuous speed. A set of powerfully launched grappling hooks shot out from the shadowy figures on its deck, latching onto pits, gouges, and crevices in Verschlengorge's armor. As presumptive boarders began making their way up the ropes, he ran down, severing one on his way, and tucked the Forebear's Blade between his teeth as he grabbed another. With his open hand he rode the rope down, the friction sting of passage burning through his gauntlet, and leapt to land heavily on the deck, ruinous force splintering the site of impact. The ship unbalanced, heaving as if roiled.
We've got to get ourselves a replacement limb, Accretion Rank can only do so much to compensate for dismemberment. That could be part of the payment, if they've got good prosthetics? 'We gave Duchess Letrizia a hand, so you may extend us the same courtesy.'No time for games. He released the Blade from his mouth and caught it with his now-free hand, then turned and sent an arc of blade-wind through the grappling ropes, severing them at once. Pirates rushed at him, men in hauberks of dark plate wreathed in shadow, but he launched a second cleaving strike down into the ship itself, carving a great abscess in the hull to impede their movement.
Should be sprightly.Ignoring them, he turned to the ballista and began to saw away at the string of its bow. It was curiously resilient, thread the color of gold that bounced sprightily away from the edge of his sword, but he pinned it in place with a foot and it yielded swiftly enough.
Interesting, gold thread and lightning, I smell loot. There's some common element there, an enchantment or material that can be used to empower things. We could give a bolt to Gisena and see what her senses make of it? The string's possibly valuable too, even if severing it disrupted the effect that's additional information about it. Or it could be trivia, and I'm just grasping at threads.By the time he had carved his way through, a number of pirates had crossed the gap. He grabbed a group of ballista bolts and hurled them, catching two in the stomach; they groaned piteously when skewered, golden lightning discharging through their forms. His work done, he kicked the remaining bolts overboard and dropped down the side of the ship, breaking his fall by jamming his blade into its hull, and made his way over to the earlier cut. A few dozen blows and he could split the ship in twain; such was the power of ruin embedded within the Forebear's Blade.
Grace-enhanced attributes make her the better marksman, even with minimal training. Maybe that wouldn't be true if Ceathlynn were here, but she's not. In the medium to long term, though, Gisena shouldn't have to serve this role. She needs a Witch-Slayer cohort or something analagous to defend her while she leverages her actual strengths, as-is a bit of bad luck could kill her. Not to undersell someone who fought on after Seram took her arm off, but this ride's only going to speed up as it gets underway.He spared a glance for Gisena. Armed with Letrizia's sidearm she was holding her own against the nullified beasts, and Verschlengorge did its best to sweep the largest creatures aside. But focused on immediate battle she couldn't spare the attention to close the largest Rift, and they could well be overwhelmed in time.
Ah, one of the old 'Why do I hear boss music?' moments. What a cool vibe this guy's got, if we Abducted the Evening Sky we could become the dying of the light in truth! My first impression was that wearing heavy armor on the water was a bold strategy, the kind of thing that's a sign of supreme insanity or mastery, like the proverbial naked person on Avernus. Turns out it just has comprehensive defense functionality.He hoisted himself back up to ship's deck, snatching a grappling hook from the corpse of a crewman, when he was intercepted by a foreboding figure armored in black. This was no hauberk but full plate, heavy enough to leave impressions in the wood where it tread. Darkness billowed in vast, eerie plumes from that armor, spilling upwards in streamers: the night sky's incursion against sun and blue.
Is it too late to dub him the Dark Flame Master? But seriously, I'm curious about this guy's name and story if it wouldn't spoil anything.In its left hand was a shield, in its right a great curving blade, alive with dark-violet flame.
That's one hell of a coincidence. The Apocryphal Curse shouldn't be able to conjure adversaries from simple nothingness, right? It's Murphy's Law given the narrative high ground, the literal incarnation of the reason we can't have nice things, but not full-blown reality warping. Just the Seasons setting aside the celestial cocaine to give us their A-game. So, it scanned the Voyager's Realm and beyond for the person most likely to rustle our jimmies who could be nudged here, whatever insidious algorithm that governs it weighing danger against credibility expended. The river had to help, a pirate with a magical vessel's got a huge probability spread. That... doesn't fill me with optimism about what's waiting for us at the spaceport.As the Tyrant's had been, the day he became a widower.
Interesting times indeed. He felt his gorge begin to rise. With an effort of will he held himself back, but the instant he loosed the world would narrow into a single, inescapable dot of red.
This should be parley. With a subscription to Orm's Typo Corrections you wouldn't need to concern yourself with such things!The figure spoke, confident but wary. "Halt, friend. A... misunderstanding. Clearly we mistook you for something else! Parlay?"
with psychological closure and the ability to spend time in space it's a respectable option even in terms of self interestNot sure I can convince myself not to take Conclusion if we have the requisite Arete. Culling is more nebulous, but Conclusion means simply shutting up our Decimation Curse for 2 years, saving countless lives in the process. I mean, refusal is not completely unimaginable, I just find it hard to completely disassociate myself from the decision.
with psychological closure and the ability to spend time in space it's a respectable option even in terms of self interest
yeah but I'm worried it's negative so I put a low ev on it
Thats a good point. I was already on the edge so I don't see why we shouldn't take the unique options while we have a chance. We'll probably need to be more conservative about fights till we heal, but nothing for it.Hm, King of Thieves is a one-off so if we're going to blow through our Arete on getting two-thirds of Undying/King/Slumber, it makes sense to grab the one that we won't be able to get later, especially since it's essentially free multiclassing that scales as we level.
Excluding individuals from the Decimator shouldn't be too complex a means of Mitigation, - it seems to mainly be about wide-area destruction - so even that image of Gisena doesn't have that much of an impact. She should know about the Curse, since it's even less subtle than the Doom of the Tyrant, yet she doesn't seem to be worried.Oh yeah... Show's where that was at in my priority list. Looking at it, 50% for 6 months (Plus Mystery) for 2 arete is kind of an awkward middle ground. It's hard to get too excited about it, partially probably because the way Decimator works is kind of abstract to begin with, you don't see that visceral reaction of having Gisena wasting away before our eyes as an example. So even though there's a big impact in drain rate it doesn't feel all that significant.
Externalities just aren't that sexy.
I suspect she can use nullity to make herself invisible to the curse, so it doesn't affect her. This is because we know she has paths to mitigation, and most likely things she can help us with she can use on herself to be protected.She should know about the Curse, since it's even less subtle than the Doom of the Tyrant, yet she doesn't seem to be worried.
It shouldn't be that much of an issue. Right now, our drain is only about continental in scale, while our empire will cover thousands of planets.I suspect she can use nullity to make herself invisible to the curse, so it doesn't affect her. This is because we know she has paths to mitigation, and most likely things she can help us with she can use on herself to be protected.
On the other hand we are very bad for the environment, and our task is a bit of a bitch for the decimator's curse, given conquering an area is a bit annoying when you also drain anywhere you stay.
Yes, quite annoying in many ways. But in some ways it's quite convenient! Assuming we're strong enough, we can just tell them to surrender if they don't want us to stay!I suspect she can use nullity to make herself invisible to the curse, so it doesn't affect her. This is because we know she has paths to mitigation, and most likely things she can help us with she can use on herself to be protected.
On the other hand we are very bad for the environment, and our task is a bit of a bitch for the decimator's curse, given conquering an area is a bit annoying when you also drain anywhere you stay.
By that level of strength they already lack the means to stop us. It might speed things up some, though.Yes, quite annoying in many ways. But in some ways it's quite convenient! Assuming we're strong enough, we can just tell them to surrender if they don't want us to stay!
We don't need to be strong enough to overpower them, just strong enough to survive their assassination attempts and run away!By that level of strength they already lack the means to stop us. It might speed things up some, though.
[ ] The Decimator's Affliction - You will naturally absorb the total fundamental life force of the realm you currently inhabit at a rate of 10% per year. Area affected is exceptionally large and scales with your own power; a weak Progression-type might only affect half a continent, while a Combat-type would affect an entire solar system. In the absence of sufficient life force, you will begin to bleed essence, losing components of your powers, skills, identity, memories, and ontological veracity at a proportional rate. Though there are many paths of mitigation available, none of them are pleasant or easy.
Oh yeah... Show's where that was at in my priority list. Looking at it, 50% for 6 months (Plus Mystery) for 2 arete is kind of an awkward middle ground. It's hard to get too excited about it, partially probably because the way Decimator works is kind of abstract to begin with, you don't see that visceral reaction of having Gisena wasting away before our eyes as an example. So even though there's a big impact in drain rate it doesn't feel all that significant.
Externalities just aren't that sexy.
[X] Forebear's Blade - Fell-Handed Stroke
[X] 2 Arete: Sword That Was Stolen - King of Thieves
While multiclassing is meh, gestalt is strong. The easiest way for us to interact with civilization will likely be through stealth improved to supernal levels through the power of Progression since the Doom makes social interaction non-viable. This is only somewhat greedier than taking Undying Echo while having better synergy and long term potential. The hero's always been more inclined to the heterodox than the orthodox, why stop now?
Rihaku mentioned us having access to an artifact made by a progression type cursebearer right now.