Another one for the pile.
Fun fact: I've actually taken up cloudwatching and stargazing as a way to destress after reading Even Further Beyond. The sky is more beautiful than I ever really gave it credit for or bothered to notice. There's more to it than sunrises and sunsets, enough that I'm actually motivated to go outside. Just a tangible effect of my experience in that thread. Not super relevant but I do hope to continue the theme to this quest too. I don't think we've covered the darkness of the evening sky after all, a sky neither the blue of day nor filled with the stars of night.
The man had attacked them without provocation. Now that the tides had shifted he wanted to parley? Absurd. His audacity was impressive, but a tactic that disingenuous didn't even deserve a response.
I see we're really leaning into that Tyrannical attitude. I wonder if he'd be more or less disdainful of this fellow if we'd gone with the truce-breaking ambush. On the one hand, perhaps a more Heartless hero would appreciate the chutzpah and the swift response to changing circumstances. On the other hand, he might just think of this guy as a moron for actually believing in parlay between a pirate and their attempted victim.
He struck, a terrible reaving arc of blade-force meant to split the pirate from shoulder to sternum, but the black-armored man reacted quickly and caught the blow on his shield. The sheer pressure of the attack tore a gouge in the metal, shards spraying upwards in a flying plume as the man visibly staggered under the blow. Hunger was already moving, swapping knife-edge to pommel as he closed to strike the man across the helm.
A lot weaker than I expected. I thought this guy would be miniboss tier maybe but the armour is a lot shittier than I thought it would be, if we can smash chunks out of it with only our well rested levels of strength. I should look up some historical sword fighting manuals; we're not at the levels of superhuman where they'd become entirely irrelevant. Better yet, knife fighting manuals. The Forebear's Blade is ruined enough that most of the maneuvers there might be helpful and people were pretty hard core about them.
This time. This time he wouldn't need to be rescued, by his wife or anyone else. This time he would end the threat before it could claim them. Whatever cost necessary would be paid from his own body.
cool cool cool no doubt no doubt no doubt
More seriously, I feel like this is a hint that we should've taken Unshattered and should probably take Conclusion when we can. Psychological health might sound like its for chumps but if it turns the otherwise cold and calculating Nightmare Praetor into this significantly more reckless hero, I'm all for some Progression enforced therapy. The Apocryphal alone will probably end up putting us in situations where we'll get turbofucked because Gisena or Zia get taken hostage or we throw ourselves into danger the shield them.
While the hero got a double dose of Heartlessness, I'm not sure if he could take seeing his companions die because of him again, especially when his immediate presence in their lives is literally killing them every second. Moreso because of the Apocryphal since that would give him good reason to believe that some of the stuff they get tangled up in is entirely his fault. And it's not like he'd be wrong to think that either.
His blow struck true; the pirate's helm tolled like an evening bell as it deformed, deflecting and radiating the strength of the blow as force became sound's echo. He was forced back, repelled by the dispersed strength of his own blow. Still the power of ruin was not easily denied; blood dribbled through the slits in the pirate's visor.
It tolls for thee, fucker. Neat that the power of ruin isn't purely physical and seems to almost seek to do harm. Would be cool if one potential upgrade would be to make it more intelligent in causing harm, to have the force of our blade begin actively seek our weaknesses and cracks in the enemy's defenses. Seems like it would be in theme for the power of the Forebear.
Despite the prodigious ferocity of his assault, the enemy was not totally hapless. In one decisive motion the pirate discarded his shield and lunged forward just as Hunger made to withdraw. They toppled in an ungainly grapple, impossible weight of the pirate's armor bearing down on him, pinning him to the deck. He struck with his sword through a gap in the armor but felt resistance beneath, as if punching through clay. Shadows curled and boiled off that armor, pinning him to the deck, obstructing his sight.
In hindsight, grappling with a dude in bizarre enchanted fullplate when you've only got one arm was probably not the best idea. Really gotta look up those sword/knife fighting manuals, though I suppose this is one of those times they wouldn't have helped overmuch due to enchanted weaponry. Magical martial arts are really hard to design and deal with.
The pirate reared back and smashed his head into Hunger's own. For a moment the world went static and white, then bright agony ripped through his side. With desperate strength he heaved forward, hurling his opponent back and retreating to the middle distance. A sharp pain in his torso brought him up short, and he looked down to see the violent-flame blade of his enemy hanging from his side. Luckily it had slid between his oblique muscles, missing his liver and intestines. The pain was terrific, horrible, but a meagre shadow of the least cut from the Tyrant's personal blade. Even the flames of this blade sheeted and sputtered away from his flesh, as if afraid to burn him.
For a guy who attacked a mecha with a boat, this guy is pretty smart. At the very least, he really knows how to use his head
More seriously, interesting passage here. Did Accretion protect us from this pale reflection of the Tyrant's blade, our legend having overcome its superior immunizing us from its fire? Really, really glad that we didn't get stabbed worse here, while Hunger's pain tolerance is a thing of legend and Accretion's keeps our combat strength up, getting knocked out of commission on this trip would make our return to civilization a lot harder. I can't imagine the helplessness would do much for Hunger's psychological health either.
He raised his eyes to the enemy, who was panting heavily, gathering himself for another strike. He shook his head. This man wasn't the Tyrant. He wasn't even a poor imitation.
Blood dripped steadily from his wound. He pulled the flame-blade free and tossed it overboard. Foolish of him to get wounded. Reckless to rush in without knowing the armor's capabilities. Pommel to the head would murder most armored knights, but he'd been over-eager, closing the distance against an opponent with all four limbs and greater mass than his own.
His enemy was just a skilled thug with a formidable suit of plate, deprived of a weapon that wasn't worth one-tenth of the Forebear's Blade. Fury had ruled Hunger, made him sloppy. No more. Today, there were people counting on him still. He would dismantle this enemy properly.
I feel like this is a hint that we shouldn't rely on Hunger to filter our tactics for competence, not after we turned down Balance (for the levelheaded calculation) or Unshattered (for the psychological health and degree of inner peace). While he might be more intelligent than us, he's got a lot of mental blindspots and vulnerabilities that mean we can't count on his judgement when they come into play. He might be similar to First Age Odyssial but he's also less competent and has us holding him back. While a bit of aggression to get ourselves established might be okay, we've gonna have to keep a cool head from now on if we want to survive long enough for vengeance on the Hidden Ones.
It's a shame we've lost the flame-blade. Not nearly as good as the Forebear's Blade, sure, but it would've been nice to examine and perhaps sell for supplies on our way to civilization. At the very least, examining it would give a bit more insight into the magics of this world. Hopefully there'll be some documents on the ship that might give us a bit more insight into life in this place.
The pirate juked to the side, going low, hand outstretched for the ballista bolt embedded in his comrade. Hunger sent a blade-wind into those fingers, shearing off dark scraps of plate and throwing the man off-balance. He followed with a thrust projection, pure killing force that shivered through the air and struck the pirate's chest, knocking him onto his ass. Given the weight of his armor, there was no recovery from that position.
Hunger drew deep upon the well of power within him, summoning forth a tide, a tempest of murderous cuts; sword-breath that hummed and pulsed like a buzzsaw's edge, that curved and shrieked like carrion birds.
With each blow the armor rang, reflecting and dispersing the main power of his strikes, but the persistence of his onslaught had the plate chiming lower and lower, its efforts grown feebler and feebler, until the battered darkness bled from the armor and fled into the crevices between worlds, abandoning its wearer to his doom. The ring flared upon his finger, a fresh well of power flooding him once more.
Buddy tries for the jukes but he just doesn't have what it takes. Hunger is too on point now after he took a hit rushing in because his trauma button got hammered. I guess he is a miniboss though if he could shave off a fifth of our HP. Might've been better off just spamming the blade-wind, even if its significantly more exhausting. His shield would be a problem but with a bit of agility and a good angle, we could potentially knock him of balance. Funny though that the hero fought like a swashbuckler while the pirate fought like a knight.
Also, turns out the Evening Sky comes from the Astral. Interesting, is it a sentient symbiote that attaches itself to humans? But for what purpose? The real big brain maneuver would be to take it with some Repose options and use it as the ultimate blanket, the snuggliest pillow. While we turned down the Forsaken Mask, that doesn't mean we can't pursue comfiness through the power of Progression. What's the point of eternity if you spend it grim and miserable?
Also, we better get a gauntlet or some armour as soon as possible. We've invested too much of our power into it already; between that and the Doom we're just begging for the Apocryphal to create a Last Alliance and arrange things such that in a shocking, completely unpredictable turn of events, our finger gets cut off and we lose all the power we've put in it.
At least none of these fuckers know Abduction.
Victory, though the price had been steep.
"Wait, mercy, please-"
Now he advanced to melee range, kicking open the man's visor to reveal eyes of deep blue, trembling and terrified.
The Forebear's Blade descended, a swift and painless ending. While he lived in interesting times, best not to keep any enemies alive lest they fester and grow strong.
Oh boy. That last bit is really worrisome. Next thing you know he's gonna be punishing the nine generations of a family, neither chickens nor dogs being spared. If he says he needs to pull an enemy O U T B Y T H E R O O T S, I'm gonna have to bail. We should really get into the habit of showing mercy more often, if only because it'll make conquest harder if our enemies think we'll put them all to death if they try negotiate.
As the man died a new sensation emerged from the ring, an onrushing infusion of blood and vigor, vitality wound so tightly within him that it seemed fit to burst. Hunger, and the Curse of Hunger, the Affliction of the Decimator that drained life from the world, would be sated for a time.
Amazing that a Curse can be held at bay for 2 entire years through just mortal effort, even from a Progression-type Cursebearer. Makes me wonder about the nature of the Affliction. For it to be sated by by something like that indicates that the key to mitigation might now just be in growing infinitely stronger and attacking them with increasingly sophisticated and powerful forms of conceptual+++ assault.
Is this the result of the Accursed providing some indirect help? Perhaps a High Cursebearer assigned to ease the burdens of their brethren when they make worthy choices? That seems spectacularly unlikely but I suppose if there was any time to provide covert aid to a Progressor, it would be in their infancy. Nothing too obvious or its likely they'd never have the strength to become truly great but a little bit here and there might help. Seems pretty unlikely though; while I imagine the Accursed is sympathetic to our desire for vengeance, he and his mightiest servants are probably busy with hypercosmic eldritch horrors or mitigating their own, incomprehensibly worse Curses.
That had been closer than it looked. If his opponent's blade had been positioned more adroitly, if he'd failed to rally and properly create distance... the man was not skilled enough to overcome him in full, but he could have ended up far more grievously wounded.
No time to dwell. He turned and fired his grappling hook, attaching it to the Armament, and ran up the rope. Blood leaked continuously from his side. The pain would distract him, hamper his mobility, but the power of his legend and the Forebear's Blade would ensure his survival and eventual recovery.
Gisena had taken a few wounds of her own, a deep gouge in one shoulder and cuts across her midriff and face. Blood flowed freely from a thin laceration of her cheek, a pale red curtain that spilled past neck and shoulder. She smiled brightly at his approach, dancing between a pair of Rift creatures to reach his side.
It's fortunate Gisena's an anime character and not a hero of folklore or those wounds might actually stick. Pretty amazing combat tactics on her part to manage for that long. Might be hard to repair her clothes though, unless her genius applies to needlework and we happen to have adequate supplies. I can almost hear her teasing already. We should get to civilization to find some replacements as soon as we can.
"Aw, were you worried about me? You shouldn't have. This gun is so much fun to play with! Propulsion of a kinetic impactor via chemical energy, what an ingenious idea..."
"Stand back and don't bleed on me."
"My, how dashing!"
"Thanks. I'm the veritable flower of chivalry, killing pirates and now monsters."
"Such a dainty flower, I may just swoon!"
What a charmer our hero is.
Also, the absolute savagery of that last line. Gisena calling us out for being so messed up when the worst thing she got fighting monsters largely immune to her powers with a sidearm was a cut in the shoulder. She's not wrong though, we really should've done better with what we had. I'm pretty sure the gun is giving her Ideas for what they could've done in the Manifest Realm to allow mundane soldiers to hold off the orcs. Not super useful against Jotarun but it would do a lot to staunch the bleeding from normal battles.
They cleaned up the Astral beasts in short order and Gisena sealed the rift. Luckily, no further surprises were waiting for them on the river bank. Letrizia, prepared as always, had medical supplies in her cockpit, but Gisena waved them off.
"As cute as I'd look with a bandaged cheek, it's better to save our resources. The Grace of the Maiden means I'll heal faultlessly and without scars!"
He looked grimly down at his own wound, one more scar for the tapestry. "How convenient."
Don't be so down on yourself, Hunger, some people really dig scars. We already know your face is literally superhumanly gorgeous and I'm sure Accretion wouldn't do you dirty in this regard. They'll just end up making you rougish and/or attractively grizzled, not a carpet of torn flesh. Gisena really proving herself the MVP of this mission with tactical relevance and elevation of moral. Learn well, Letrizia.
She grinned, learning forward. "Isn't it? I know you'd just be heartbroken if my dazzling beauty was marred."
"You should work on your dazzling ego."
"That's just empirical self-assessment, a scientist's first technique! Speaking of which, how is your wound?" She laid a gentle finger on a spot near the injury.
"How do you think? It fucking hurts."
She giggled. "I'd offer to kiss it better, but you haven't quite earned that, have you?"
Well, she's not wrong, on any account. Though I agree with Orm when he said Gisena II might have been the equivalent of assassinating Franz Ferdinand, I'm not sure what we've got currently is better. At least then, there would be two clear sides: Gisena and not Gisena. The longer we wait, the more candidates will pop up and the fiercing the fighting will become when it happens. I suppose we might get (un)lucky and get another Imperia, Aurelia or Kaguya situation, which would put a halt to any shenanigans before they could truly begin.
That said, kissing wounds like that is deeply unsanitary Gisena. Please don't even joke about that, you're not a vampire-elf.
"I'd rather have one of Letrizia's bandages."
Letrizia perked up. "I've got medical salve as well! It'll numb the pain and promote healing."
He nodded. "Good to hear."
Opening her medical kit, she began applying the cream. "You'll be good as new in no time!"
"Or my money back?"
"Huh? ...A-As if you're paying me enough for this! Be honored that a Duchess is tending to you personally!"
"You're supposed to be paying me. And Gisena and I are both nobles."
"W-well, consider this a bonus!"
The cutest in the world.
I fully agree with Gisena, let's keep her. It's good to see her banter skills are slowly getting better even if she keeps getting dunked on, though it makes me want to take more Charisma options so we can keep widening the gap keeping being the big booli.
He glanced past the pilot to her Armament, the beast's head silent and staring vigilantly forward. The sense of affinity between them seemed to have dulled somewhat, the sharp edge of its keening blunted by some unseen factor.
"I'm hungry. After you're done, let's go fishing."
"F-fishing?"
"You use a rod and line to catch fish. Haven't heard of it?"
"That's rather primitive," Gisena interjected. "I've got a better idea! Find a school of fish, then drop chemical explosives near them. Water is hard to compress, so it'll be even more effective than on land! We can re-purpose the defunct munitions launcher on Verschlengorge's shoulder..."
Hardly sporting, Gisena. I understand you're excited about your degenerate sci-fi isekai fantasies being fulfilled but there's no need to apply technology and high explosives to every possible endeavour. Besides, everyone knows fishing isn't about something as pedestrian as catching fish anyway. Fishing is about sitting in a boat for several hours, trying to pretend that the silence between you and your companions is comfortable and a sign of your strong friendship rather than just having nothing to talk about when exiled from modernity.
Then again, I doubt we could have ever enjoyed that experience with her in tow. She's just too fun!
P.S 1922 words.