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Reaction: "Cutting Through"
When all one has is a sword, everything starts looking awfully cuttable. Are we perhaps ranging further and further into the murky depths of edgelordism? Let me think, we're an AVENGER that lost enough body parts to make a pirate proud, we like living on the EDGE and flirting with danger, we're burdened with terrible CURSES that make social interaction and just not killing everything in general fairly challenging, and as a crowning jewel, we regularly KILL OURSELVES for power.
...Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not trying to imply anything. But, maybe, perhaps, by some chance, is it possible that Hunger (oh yeah, there's that name too) is trying to tell us something?
Probably that we need more Rank. Yes, sounds about right.
Even possessed of superhuman strength and speed, putting down the wurm was the brutal work of an hour, and digging free of its underground tomb several long minutes more. His wraithflesh was wreathed in sickly-gray acid burns, and the contours of his ghostly outline had grown faint and uneven, but in the end he'd prevailed, reaping a solid bounty of power from his victory. He could only hope that no further monstrosities intercepted him on his way back to the antechamber.
The wurm fight felt much more fast-paced, but that sensation probably stems from how action-packed and how close we were cutting it to those final few percent of health. We nearly died, and our companions outside wouldn't have even known! Maybe they would have guessed that something happened if we didn't appear after a day as promised, and Gisena might have tunneled through the Temple's wards with her magic, but by then there would be little to no clues to follow.
Of our body there would be nothing left, either because our flesh doesn't reappear if we die in our wraith form, or because the wurm's acid would have long dissolved us.
Maybe the Blade and Ring would have survived the experience, yet even if Gisena managed to follow the trail, an encounter with the worm would have only meant death for her!
But all is well that ends well.
Luck, or perhaps merely the wariness of the Temple denizens, was with him this evening, as he returned to that marble-lined hall without further incident. For all that he was badly injured, it had been a singularly productive day, and in the morning he would be whole and hale again to start anew.
Seems like the Temple knows when to back off, because if he met yet another monster after a day like this, Hunger would have
no trouble at all summoning the Form of Rage and putting the surprise guest to the sword. Though it was probably more Rank than luck, assuming they can be easily distinguished.
Have I mentioned how great Rank is? Well, there's this one
pyramid scheme secret society cult friend group I've been introduced to, and it's been great so far! The benefit package is supposed to be pretty amazing, though so far I've only been pumping investments into it. But very soon it'll pay off, I'm sure!
Hunger made his way past the comforting radiance of the braziers, up to the great gates which barred his way out, and saw that the moon-sign hung upon the steel was nearly filled. He sat down on the unyielding tile, basking in the antechamber's welcoming warmth, and allowed himself to slip briefly into reverie.
For now the moon-sign only needs a single day to be filled, but I wonder if that is going to change with the phases of the moon. I'd say that was the pessimist in me speaking, but the Temple hasn't shown itself to be a place of happy fun times so far. We must cut quite a sorry figure after this venture into the hunting grounds, our flesh abandoned to the winds and our spirit worn down by the day's struggles.
He was torn on whether their coming to this Temple had been a mistake. The inhabitants of this unnatural place were fearsome opponents, well beyond his own level at the start of the day, and it was only by grit, cunning, and the all-killing power of his Blade that he'd prevailed today. Would it be wiser to retreat, despite the impairment of the false moon's Calling, content with the strength he'd gained today?
How could we escape from the Temple when we haven't even had a chance to employ our cutting wit against our fellow adventurers yet! Though it's true we've made quite the haul and could cut this trip short without losing much, does that sound like the man that defeated the Tyrant, drove off a Gamer, slew a pirate, and most importantly of all, caught the King Fish?
Should we retreat, someone else is undoubtedly going to reap the benefits of the Temple! While it isn't guaranteed to be Ber or another potential enemy of ours, with Apocrypha so obviously involved in this debacle from the outset, we can be sure the consequences won't be anything good.
We've been pushed to the edge of our forbearance, but surely there are more untapped resources to be found!
Perhaps. But it was not within him to yield so easily. A decade of stubborn insurgency against the Tyrant had seared his psyche with hatred and determination in equal measure. He was fully aware of that, but felt no need to change his essential nature. To give up now merely because the threat was dire would be a refutation of everything he was, the personal legend that comprised his supernal shadow, his much-vaunted "Astral Rank." Faced with a threat like this, he could only rise to the occasion or die trying. To cut through, even if the problem could not be cut.
Live by the sword, die by the sword, eh? A dangerous philosophy to ascribe to, but it's not like we've done much to fix this, rather the opposite. Hunger is not a brainless idiot that can only advance, but there are just some things he doesn't have in him, like retreat in the face of the unknown. Some call it cowardice, some prudence, but I suppose as a Hero isn't cut from the same cloth as normal people.
Hmm, that's a problem someone mentioned previously. When our power is
us, when our legend and history guides our power, just how free are we to deviate from it? And what happens if we do, does it become a double-edged sword that turns against us? Could such an act possibly injure our Astral shadow and decrease our Rank, temporarily or even permanently?
And on further consideration, is this why we sometimes get Arete or even Rank for reckless actions? We reinforce our legend with significant actions that conform with it and thus our power grows.
But that did not entail a wholesale rejection of strategic thinking. That he had resolved to finish the matter was one thing; how he chose to go about it was another entirely. In his war against the Tyrant there had been countless fewer sallies than withdrawals, countless fewer triumphs than bitter retreats.
The Hero has been cut down to size more than once and learned that sometimes there is
no chance of victory, no last-minute power-up or lucky break that would tilt the odds in his favor. In some sense I'm grateful to the Hidden Ones for the fact they removed destiny from play, as a Hero reliant on it to succeed would be far more obnoxious to read about.
They still set my teeth on edge when I think about all the shit they've put the Hero through and I'll decisively vote for getting our revenge when the time comes, but their actions
did produce quite a likable character. Except for the Tyrant's Doom, but luckily its effects don't reach beyond the fourth wall.
The moon-gauge on the doors had come full. He rose, and raised his hand to the ponderous gates, ring-light blazing. As if in response to his will, deep gears whirring in the walls, the doors opened with a click, revealing the empty plain beyond, bathed in the light of the stars. He stepped out, and the Calling intensified, strobe of the humming with nearly-painful urgency. Grimacing, he put it out of mind and walked forth.
I don't know whether the Ring's connection the Temple is an edge we have on our competition or a Sword of Damocles hanging over our heads. It's probably something unique to us, since we aren't seeing anyone else wandering around this exit, but whatever the case, it's undoubtedly suspicious. Yet in the end it is
our Ring, torn from the Tyrant's cold fingers after a bitter victory. I'm inclined to trust it.
Letrizia was parked several kilometers away, in a small outcropping next to a grove of rugged, sinewy trees. She and Gisena were having a mid-evening picnic, ration bars illuminated by campfire and temple-grasped moon.
They were having a picnic! Without us! Well, I guess we deserve that after going off on our own adventure, but still, how daring of them to exclude us. Or did Gisena's genius calculate when we were likely to join them and arrange things this way? That might dull the edge of our wrath.
"You're hurt!" Gisena rose, coming to his side. He'd wrapped himself in the Evening Sky to conceal the worst of his wounds, but perhaps there was no hiding from her Sorcerous sight.
At some point I'll have to cut my losses and admit that there is some major chemistry going on between the two. But that day is not today! She's clearly just worried for a friend, and he's not trying to appear strong in front of his crush at all. Comrades, allies, companions, that's all they are!
"It's manageable," he dismissed, waving off her concern. "More importantly, I'm hungry. Do we have any fish left?"
"Just a little!" Letrizia said, taking a thin sliver of smoked meat from the picnic basket. She stared at it pleadingly, as if willing it to multiply before her plaintive gaze.
Oh my god, this is getting into memetic hazard territory, that's how mind-meltingly cute she is. Was she the one to cook the fish? Because in terms of danger eating Gisena's cooking is little different from our earlier dance on the razor's edge and they don't seem dead yet.
"Barely a mouthful," he scoffed. "Shall we split it?"
"Okay!" Letrizia delightedly cut the meat into thirds, quickly swallowing her own portion. She smiled contentedly, luxuriating in the taste. Faintly salivating, a forlorn expression crossed her face as she remembered there was no more.
I can't even be mad at her for taking advantage of Hunter's ironic suggestion, that's how adorable she is. No wonder Gisena wanted to immediately adopt her! She is most certainly a cut above the rest when it comes to cuteness.
"Say aaaah, hun!" Gisena teased, sandwiching her portion between finger and thumb and presenting it to him.
He raised an eyebrow. "If you're offering."
Have we actually told them about our wife? They know the backstory, but how free have we been with the details? Because it looks like Gisena wouldn't care either way and is willing to indulge Hunger, no matter how rough around the edges he is. Has Hunger's gap moe managed to capture her heart so swiftly?
He ate it swiftly, before she could retract or protest. King fish meat was too valuable to be wasted.
Gisena giggled. "So greedy! How do things taste in spirit form?"
Mm, Hunger could try summoning the Rod of the Ages or even the Mondo Bait from the nether and go looking for a nice spot. With our current power surely a monster of similar magnitude would be little different from a fish on a cutting block! We can't let Apocrypha sour fishing for us forever, it's one of the few hobbies Hunger enjoys.
"It's not greed, but Hunger," he shrugged. "And they taste mostly the same. A bit lighter, more delicate. The ghostflame is replicating the effects of my physical body, or I would be mostly incorporeal."
"Hmm, how boring."
"You're one to talk about powers that are boring, Miss Nullity Sorceress."
I don't know, being able to bore a hole into reality's walls and cast oneself into the Void doesn't sound very boring to me. But yes, on the surface of it her ability to make everything 'normal' doesn't seem to exciting when compared to the wondrous abilities the Forebear's Blade, the Hunger Ring and the Evening Sky have to offer. There's something to be said about the effectiveness of specialization though.
"It's Lady Nullity to you, Lord Hunger!" Playfully she huffed, turning her face. "And I'll have you know, I don't need powers that are wondrous to make something extraordinary!"
"I believe you." He said, looking up at the stars. "If we live through this, then someday, you'll make great things."
Like a light saber! Should we manage to regrow our arm, we'll need to use something as a weapon for our off-hand, and what better than an elegant weapon, for a more civilized age? Rank's effects are in some ways similar to how Force users bend the world in their favor, so we're already halfway through to becoming a...
looks at our color scheme
...Jedi. Most certainly a Jedi. Anyone saying otherwise can talk to our sword.
"Aww, you!" She hugged his arm, laying her head on his shoulder. "I like this ghostly form of yours. It's much nicer than your real body!"
"As you said. I'm vulnerable to dispellation right now."
Oh, cut it out already, the sweetness levels are reaching dangerous levels. Should I just stop pretending this is anything but what it looks like?
Would he be able to build great things as well, one day? Or had the funnel of his experiences shaped him only into a destroyer? It was an illogical fear, now that the power of Progression was open to him. But for some reason he couldn't quite shake it. Even having gained this power, most of what he'd done with it was to make himself a more perfect killer. And if the greater part of that had been necessity, still there'd been the element of desire as well. The power to hurt others was also the power to protect them; that was one lesson of countless that Blade and Tyrant had imparted to him.
Well, they say the pen is mightier than the sword, so maybe Hunger could write down and spread his legend for some sweet meta points? One need not produce something material to have a positive effect on the world.
And if he really wants to, crafting is apparently also an integral part of advancing in Rank, though our Hunger Ring is quite unhelpful in this regard, to put it lightly. Even trying to do it as part of some risky venture to involve Progression is unlikely to help, as crafting is typically a prolonged process and can't be sustained solely by bursts of enthusiasm. But who knows? With the Accursed's help we might yet find a way.
Was that enough to justify strength of such magnitude, turned only to the power of murder? In his old Earth they'd feared the power of the atom bomb, a weapon so terrible as to threaten the end of war. Had the weight of that threat succeeded, or had they only destroyed themselves?
What else is he supposed to do? Even ignoring the fact that the Curses aren't just going to leave him alone should he let up, what about the Hidden Ones? Should he just turn swords into plowshares and forget what they did to him, the unbearable price they asked of him without giving him a choice? That's just not in the cards.
Half a day ago the giant knights had been peer-level opponents. Now, having killed maybe a dozen of their number, he was their unambiguous superior. That was, as the Accursed had promised, growth beyond his wildest dreams, power beyond all reason, progression without plateaus or bottlenecks, the endless perfecting march against which neither law nor obstacle could stand for long. He was unaccountably lucky to have been chosen, unaccountably graced, but what did it mean for the Accursed to believe that power such as this was appropriate for him?
I would say the Hero is more deserving than many others. Besides, how would one determine who is and isn't appropriate? In the end it might come down to the Accursed's incisive judgement, and if he thinks the Hero is up to the task, he must have his own reasons for believing it.
The hour was late. His body was weary, be it flesh or ghost. In the embrace of his cloak which mirrored the heavens above, he drifted off, dreaming of sword-light.
I can only hope the sword-light is a sign of good things to come.
I think I'll cut my losses here and stop it with the puns before the text starts bleeding red.
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[X] Return to the Antechamber, has, obviously, won! The build vote has gone to consolidation below. What is the plan for tomorrow? 11 days of Apocryphal-free traversal remain.
Right now the countdown is still ticking and Apocrypha's return looks far off, but this state of affairs isn't going to persist for long. I suspect we'll start panicking and accelerating our actions the closer the date inches towards the deadline.
[ ] Sweep the Outskirts - No need to move on too aggressively. Though you don't gain much from the knights anymore, it's clear there are greater creatures in the area immediately beyond the antechamber that you've yet to outscale. Until you are confident you've conquered the outskirts, there's no reason to push on unduly. And if you kill enough knights, surely you'll progress at least a little more... [+1-2 picks during next Experience spend, tactics help]
Knightly Adventures II: the Murderblender Edition. Whichever option we pick, we're overleveled for these guys, probably too much for any tactics on their part to help unless we act stupidly. Well, they might still lure a stronger monster to us if we push them too much, so it's not all sunshine and daisies.
[ ] Push in Further - Cut through, even if it cannot be cut. You will resolve this matter of the Calling as soon as humanly possible. There is a difference between discretion and cowardice. One can eschew the latter while keeping the former in mind. Else how could it be the better part of valor? [+0.5 Arete, +0.1 Rank, +?% chance of high-level Artifact, compounding advantage for each non-build red option further taken, tactics will help]
I think this is the first time I see option colors impact the game so directly. A very rewarding option, counterbalanced by the fact that we've already been nearly killed multiple times even in the kiddie zone, so ranging further won't look good for our life expectancy.
But as they say, he who dares wins! Or dies in case of unlucky dice rolls. That's not us though. Right?
[ ] Search for Humans - Now that you've grown significantly in overall strength, it should be safer to interact with other humans even with the Doom looming over you. Worse comes to worst, you can always drive them off. It would interesting to get some context for this place, learn how the Calling affects those without a Ring of Power, and be made of aware of any traps you've not foreseen. [+?, +information?, tactics will help]
The green, friendly, healthy option of finally seeking out our fellow humans in order to ruthlessly exploit them for all they are worth and then thoughtlessly toss them aside. We're sorely lacking information about
anything in the Temple, and with Gisena's help and our increased safety margin this should be more manageable.
It might also get us magic! What's not to like?
As you're stronger now, you're confident you can keep Gisena safe against most of the monsters in the outskirts. You may bring her with you if you choose [ ] Sweep or [ ] Search, and will automatically bring her with you if a choice with Undying Vanguard is selected.
[ ] Bring Gisena - The power of dispellation, and a shrewd lady of the nobility whose social maneuvering may bring you advantage yet.
[ ] Don't Bring Gisena - Letrizia won't be as bored! [+Letrizia, +0.1 Arete]
To bring Gisena or not to bring Gisena, that's the question. She would be quite useful in a variety of situations. Even in combat she's still far from useless, rendering enemy magics useless as long as she can target them.
What was the shape of the power he gained from the hill-eater wurm? You're at 8.75 Arete, an impressive sum! All plans spend 7 Arete except for Apex, which spends none at all. Choose carefully, your decision here may determine the future of your strategy...
[ ] Dreadnought - Echo, Dreadnought's Bearing
-[ ] Rune King
-[ ] Sharp of Eye - But see below.
*Massively increases durability and resilience to physical status effects
*Importantly allows you to fight at somewhat optimal effectiveness while Exhausted, and nearly allows you to ignore Tiredness.
*In your current situation, Rune King would be recommended, as Sharp of Eye spends too much of the option's value on restoring an eye rather than metaphysical power. +Intelligence and +Wisdom are also more pertinent to more situations. However, if you wish to purchase Sharp of Eye anyway, I won't stop you. Rune King pays dividends in the short-medium term, while Sharp of Eye offers relatively less, in exchange for the eye itself.
*One of the two recommended configurations for a warrior-mage strategy
Sharp of Eye lost before the race even started, so this is mainly about Rune King. In retrospect it's unsurprising that it was offered, the lost eye is too strong a connection to Odin's legend. Still, given how it stems from the Forebear's Blade, I'm getting more and more curious about the guy. Did he have some connection to Earth himself? Perhaps wandering it as a Northern God once upon a time? We might yet find out if we continue down the path of the Blade's advancements.
[ ] Apex - Double Echo, Apex
*Saves your Arete to purchase some form of magic system in the short term, whether Chief Dominion, Azure Moon or Philosopher's Wreath.
*By focusing on physical prowess and Rank, gains a well-rounded bonus to most actions that leaves it at least somewhat competitive in terms of power with most other options here. Likely to get magic the fastest of the options.
*The highest Agility option here. High Rank provides a formidable Form of Rage.
*The second of two recommended configurations for a warrior-mage strategy.
*The long-term benefits of compounding magic systems can hardly be overstated.
It gives Rank, it saves Arete, it makes us go faster. What more does an option need to become automatically superior to all others? Especially in this Temple where looking for stuff or people and avoiding danger is such critical capabilities for our survival?
[ ] Strong Sword-Arm - Echo, Ruinous Valor [Zweihander], A Thousand Cuts
*Incredible destructive might and tactical versatility
*Passively improves melee-combat in three compounding ways: increased Strength, increased Power of Ruin, and Fell wounds applied to each strike
*Restores the hero's left arm and hand, allowing for many maneuvers hitherto-thought impossible...
*Advantages in both the martial realm and without
+/- Can take Gisena in a princess carry...
*As unarmed attacks can now utilize the Fell-Handed Stroke, can kill the fuck out of many enemies before they have the chance to do much.
*Vulnerable to enemies that it can't kill the fuck out of due to lower overall stats.
*Recommended for a pure combatant or warrior-lord strategy.
Sword hard, sword fast, never stop swording... and then hit them with a sucker punch when they least expect it! It's no Apex, but what it does it does well. And that is hit people with our sword.
[ ] Root and Branch - Stranglethorn, Undying Vanguard
*Powerful long-term potential at the cost of reducing your AGI/growth
*Yields a truckload of raw STR and CON to compensate
*Good versatility and sustain with Undying Vanguard
*Vulnerable to fast enemies or enemies with overwhelming physical might
*Suffers a minor (-5%) penalty for 1 day due to how badly you were wounded the previous day
*Can Establish yourself in virtually any context, growing ever more difficult to resist or dislodge with time, though the effect is slow.
*Recommended for a warrior-lord strategy.
A powerful option overall, as expected of a Defining Advancement. It also lets us take Gisena deeper into the Temple, though I'm not sure that is such a good idea. Still, advantages are always accompanied by disadvantages, and it's not like any non-Apex options are perfect, so 2 Arete and the hit to effectiveness seem like a fair price for what it offers,
You know, approval voting doesn't feel right for this one to me. I prefer Apex, so I should just vote for Apex instead of trying to juggle things. Sucks for Rune King to
be cut down before its time lose, but we can't chase after every shiny.
[X] Search for Humans
[X] Bring Gisena
[X] Apex