We have 2+ in Intelligence, and increasing their value by 50% would give us 3. no3's only looking at that part of the option, which to be fair is the only part in the text of the update.
It isn't boosting our stat by 50%, we are getting half of their highest and second highest stat.
*+50% to the value of that user's highest Attribute +s.
*+50% the value of that user's second highest Attribute +s.

Actually, now reading it a few times, I don't get what is it saying. @Rihaku, can you clarify it a bit?
 
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Ah, he missed the "That user" part.
Wait, no, now I'm confused. Hunger gets an extra 50% of the value of every + he has, in the two stats that the prisoner had highest. That was my reading of it, I assumed that people were talking about some comment I missed, but they were confident so I didn't question it.
It's isn't boosting our stat by 50%, we are getting half of their highest and second highest stat.
That would be much better short-term, huh. I don't... think that's what it says, but it would be cool if it was.
 
Look, here's my big concern with Uttermost: Hunger's wife and child. Unmitigatable Tyrant means he's going to have trouble being a good husband and father, and that means No Happy Ending.
Ever.
How so? I mean, I get that it might make Hunger a bad example for his child in some respects, if teaching them to conform to society was a priority, but otherwise? Why is submitting to external laws, customs, or authorities, required to be a good father?
 
Ah, he missed the "That user" part.
It isn't boosting our stat by 50%, we are getting half of their highest and second highest stat.


Actually, now reading it a few times, I don't get what is it saying. @Rihaku, can you clarify it a bit?
Wait, no, now I'm confused. Hunger gets an extra 50% of the value of every + he has, in the two stats that the prisoner had highest. That was my reading of it, I assumed that people were talking about some comment I missed, but they were confident so I didn't question it.

That would be much better short-term, huh. I don't... think that's what it says, but it would be cool if it was.

Given the math implied by:
Hm... comparing Inheritor: Vanreir vs Stranglethorn

Inheritor + Fierce Quickening: 30 AGI, 15 STR, 27 CON, Unerring
Stranglethorn: 14.5 AGI, 30 STR, 36 CON
@Enohthree's interpretation is correct. Unerring gives AGI and CON. We have 18 CON, we get 36 if we double it and 27 if it's +50%.
 
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INT is kind of way more valuable than physical stats, and it applies to all future gains too. Imagine that with Inner Halo! The magic system is pretty good too, kind or covers all of our weaknesses. I wouldn't underestimate it.
 
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Reaction: "Sky Above Sky"

Past quests often leave traces in our decisions and patterns of thought. I mean, the phrase has a potent enough meaning on its own, but Zhang Kong had been such a strong and evocative opponent that he'd forever tainted it by association. Even when there is no other connection to him whatsoever, the first reflexive thought on seeing this for me was 'oh shit, did we get eaten by the Honorable Elder?'

Hunger had an uneasy feeling as he carved through the legions of the Outer Temple, rushing headlong towards the Middle once more. He was making visible progress every day, growing in strength and proximity to the Imprisoned, but some ill premonition dogged him still, a feeling that, despite the life-and-death battles he'd participated in, the real challenge was still to come.
That's a feeling that is going to dog our steps for a very long time, I suspect. Even should we finish the Temple successfully, which becomes a more uncertain proposition with every day, we'll still have to brace ourselves for whatever Apocrypha had been cooking up in the wider world out there while we were busy with our dungeon crawl. It hardly bears thinking about, but I think that given our planned trajectory it is pretty likely it was either stirring shit up in the Voyaging Realm to make our journey even more difficult or influencing the tenuous situation in the Empire to our detriment. Hell, I won't be surprised to find out that Letrizia's father had died of complications by the time we rush back, though I suppose it could be more creative than that and do something more interesting.

Focused exclusively on blood enhancement, his strength, speed, and regeneration all had increased prodigiously after the fight with the Archer, though his ranged attacks had benefited most of all. Now his blade-winds and projections struck with singing force, curving and dancing across the battlefield with easy fluidity, far less taxing to employ than before. With a substantial exertion of self, he could compress the power of his strikes even further, folding seven cuts into a single blow that would rend flesh and spirit alike.
Unsurprisingly, Hunger is impressed by the jump in stats provided by Quickening, but the real bread and butter he appreciates is Thousand Cuts. It expands our tactical options massively and improves our Ultimate significantly. The result of battle is often decided through an exertion of his utmost power, though it would be impossible without the support his stats provide.

Such power had served him well, rendering the entirety of the Outer Temple a trivial exercise, and yet...

The residents of the Middle Temple treated the Outer as nothing more than ablative armor, its autonomous armies culling the chaff from those unfortunates bound to the Temple's call. Any who made it to the Middle were controlled via carefully selected incentives, the carrot of bribery and the stick of the Outriders acting in concert to neuter the outsider threat. Even the weakest Outrider patrols seemed a match for the mightiest beasts of the Outer Temple.
They've been here for a long, long time and had likely perfected their approach to this challenge through numerous attempts at getting the Lunar Ring by outsiders. As Seram once noted in his musings after miraculously getting support from the Sorcerous Council thanks to Jeanne being super-competent and writing doujinshi for Porcelain, there is a significant difference between the efforts of an individual and those of a nation bent towards some purpose.
This time around we've made an enemy of such a nation full of super-powered individuals and are paying the price for that, though Progression-Type Cursebearers have more latitude in such circumstances than most. We can grow and feed on the conflict as long as we keep it in certain bounds, even if that's not an easy thing to do by any means.

If the Middle represented so great an increase in sophistication over the Outer, then what did that bode for the Ring's guardian itself? For all that his rate of progression had been absurd, was he growing strong enough, fast enough, in the fields that mattered against so versatile and well-resourced a foe? This was no single monster, to be baited and easily hunted. It was an entire civilization bent to the purpose of keeping their Ring imprisoned and extracting its value thereby. Was his own power too linear, too physically focused, to overcome them?
Are you perhaps doubting the Forebear's wisdom, Hunger? If it can't be cut, that means you're not cutting hard enough. Versatility is something people that don't have the Forebear's powers need to console themselves with! Sadly we haven't reached that level yet, so we're forced to compromise, but one day we'll show everyone the true meaning of employing our Cutting Wit in diplomatic negotiations.

But for all that he could doubt his chances of success, there was no doubt as to his course of action. He would cut through, until the Ring was freed.
Is there time for regrets still? Sometimes I look back on our choices and wonder how we ended up here. Most made sense individually, even if some were out there, but the end result is a bit... outrageous. Still, this is the course we set, so all we can do is complete this heroic task we've set before Hunger.

Mid-morning saw him in the Middle Temple again, deep past the bucolic pastures of its outskirts and into civilization proper, densely-populated towns of high medieval architecture separated by sweeping, carefully regimented fields of crops. In the valley between two towns he spotted an ongoing battle: A one-armed swordsman in grey Outrider leathers against a figure clad in unadorned plate. It was going poorly for the latter, puncture holes dotting their torso, the heavy steel of their armor rent and ruptured around each exit wound.
We never went into the Encampment and so didn't have a chance to find out their important figures, but this is supposed to be a R-type. Maybe he just hasn't come into his own yet, but seeing him so easily dismantled is worrying. I suppose he was also a bad match-up against Vanreir, fighting in heavy armor against Mister Pierce Through.

The swordsman spotted him out of the corner of his eye and swiftly attacked, jabbing with his blade in Hunger's direction. His movement was a blur even to the Cursebearer, and scarce had Hunger interposed the Evening Sky before it was pierced easily through, a wound sprouting across his lower torso. Whipping his cloak around he sprinted behind a nearby hill, blocking the swordsman's line of sight.
Well, that was annoying. Not that we expected Evening Sky to provide significant protection, which is why it didn't figure in most of our tactics, but for its defenses to be so paper-thin in the face of the Unerring Blade wasn't good news by any means. Not that I'm accusing our Mantle of anything, we probably need to invest more Arete and XP in it if we want it to remain useful in such uneven fights.

A perfect shot to the liver, punching clean through to daylight. Were it not for his Ring of Blood, it would quickly become a lethal wound. As it was, the relatively small cross-section of the attack meant it would only be the inconvenience of seconds. And yet there was no time to lose. Once the outrider dispatched his current opponent, Hunger would be next, and the enemy's incredible speed meant that pursuit would not favor him. What did he know so far? High physical parameters, already wounded, ranged thrust attacks with apparently infallible aim. His best solution was to meet offense with offense.
Our poor liver, we didn't even have any opportunity to try out the local booze before he'd cut it down! A truly cruel and merciless opponent that not only wants to take our life but also what little enjoyment we derive from it. Or maybe the shot was well-intentioned? Perhaps Vanreir is a religious teetotaler in addition to everything else and spreads his faith this way.

How much do we need to get injured before 'it was just a flesh wound' stops being convincing?

Wasting no further instants, he quickly leapt out from the hillside, launching a sevenfold blade projection directly at the swordsman as he charged. Eyes flickering briefly, the enemy intercepted his blade projection with one of his own, the thrust every bit the equal of the cut, spearing it in twain. Collapsed blade-force carved a meters-deep divot into the ground as the attack folded in on itself.
Hunger: To hell with this 'hold back your best stuff until a critical moment' nonsense.
Hunger: Ultimate Attack! 4bear Beeaaam!
Vanreir: I see your Ultimate and raise Basic Thrust!
Vanreir: It's super-effective against just about anything, you see.
Hunger: Oh shit.

That was the moment Hunger realized he'd fucked up.

Hunger was already lunging, sword like a flickering thresher as he fired forward consecutive blade-winds, Ring of Blood flaring to exacerbate the outrider's wounds and repair his own. Without hesitation the swordsman turned to face him, effortlessly countering the swarm of blade-winds while a strategically placed thrust put a hole through Hunger's heart.
Does he have a personal grudge against our critical internal organs? We need that to pump blood!..

A critical organ for most, but not for the bearer of the Blood Ring. Without so much as breaking stride Hunger continued brazenly forward, and the swordsman was forced to leap back in order to avoid a close-range grapple. At that moment the armored figure fired, its arm falling away to reveal a cannon-like apparatus before launching a thunderous salvo.
...actually, it looks like we don't.

I liked the 'surprise artillery, bastard' moment from our hapless ally. Would have been better to succeed in getting into grappling range though, but just because Vanreir is straightforward doesn't mean he's an idiot.

With unerring grace the outrider shifted in midair, blur of his sword a deflecting dance to answer the storm of bullets. Hunger joined in, charging again for the grapple, exerting the full power of his Ring to denude his enemy's blood in erratic, disorienting fits. At last the swordsman appeared to falter, but sensing a feint Hunger juked to the side in the moment before contact. Wisely so, as the outrider spun and thrust twice, displaying heretofore-unseen speed even as his blood was further suppressed. Light jabs both, but Hunger felt his eye put out all the same, and a corresponding groan from the armored figure.
Seems like our tactic to disturb his rhythm through chaotic Ring influence didn't quite work out. Was there actually a point in dodging there though? What with Vanreir's Blade being Unerring. Or did it help keeping us blinded rather than brain-dead?

Blind, but he still had his blood sense. No time for despair. And yet what could he do? The enemy was simply too fast, his reflexes too sharp, form and instincts impeccable, every attack landing exactly where it was placed. Desperately he exuded raw Pressure, sheer murderous intent, the cruel shining sun of his spirit blazing ceaselessly over his foe. At this finally the swordsman relented, reeling under that supernal might. For all his strength, there was a seam in this outrider's spirit, a thin dividing line that was only imperfectly sealed.
It's quite annoying to see someone use our own intended tactics against us to such great success, having our eye taken out where we were the ones wanting to cripple his vision. At least our decision to aim for the divide between his father's soul and his own paid off, even if the cost was steep. We aren't that proficient in the matters of the soul and don't have specialized powers for it, so we had to make do with raw Pressure. Such momentous exertions on Hunger's part are often a precursor to Tiredness or even Exhaustion.

And yet, how to exploit this weakness? His uttermost extrusion of Pressure had given the man pause, but it was not feasible to continue for long. A spirit-rending attack could harm him for sure, but he had no way of targeting that specific fault-line, and no way to reliably land such an attack against an enemy of this speed. If he let up the pressure for even a moment, the outrider would have time enough to prepare a serious thrust targeting Hunger's brain, and that would be the death of this flesh body. His ghost form, bereft of blood to enhance, would be completely outclassed by this foe.
Yeah, attacking his soul would have been much more effective than trying to overcome him in a physical fight, though it's quite uncertain we would have had the time and speed to enact such effects with a different, more magic-oriented build. Having an effective attack is all well and good, but we need to be alive to cast the spell.

Idly he noted that the armored figure, his erstwhile ally, had no blood at all.
Robots, robots everywhere. This is the second such specimen we've stumbled upon, though this time it's an ally rather than an enemy. Is there some kind of nation of magic robots out there in the Voyaging Realm?

He felt more than heard that figure's next movement, steamroller charge of pure crushing force, fury and clangor like an ironworks onrushing. Hunger redoubled the expulsion of his Pressure, hollowing himself out, pinning-in-place the outrider by sheer verity of spirit. Even so, at the last moment he felt the enemy throw off his influence, violent force as the outrider's very soul seemed to nearly rupture in twain, one-half of it absorbing the brunt of his assault so that the other could go free.
Ah, Exhaustion my old friend, how I've missed you. Not.

Too bad we couldn't keep Vanreir in place for a few moments more, that would have made the rest of the fight much easier. I suppose having two souls isn't solely a weakness, but can be a strength as well, if his father's soul is willing to withstand the Pressure for Vanreir.

There was a clap of thunder.

Blind and briefly spent, Hunger could barely react to the outside world as he marshaled his reserves once more. Through his bloodsense he saw the figure of the swordsman, blade outstretched, and heard the tinkling of armor plates falling to the ground.
Well damn son, you've made short work of the robot. Alas, we barely knew him. Vanreir seems to take his side job as a Hero-Killer seriously, getting rid of interesting characters before we had a chance to interact with them.

Slowly his Ring's regeneration restored his sight. The swordsman was a ragged ruin, raw muscle and bone naked to the winds, blood dribbling and pooling from countless tears across his form. In the last instant he must have met the incoming armor with a counter-charge of his own, a full-bodied piercing lunge that cored out the mass of plate in a single fell stroke. Indeed, there was a swordsman-shaped exit blown out the back of the hulking machine, which now slowly toppled. Of course, such an attack left no protection for its executor against the terrible crushing momentum of the armored figure's charge.
Talk about using his own body as a weapon and Thrusting with everything he's got. It's a good thing the attack had taken so much out of him, because if he'd managed to strike us one more time while we were blinded and so greatly expended from our spiritual Pressure assault, we would have likely been dead. Well, we would have probably killed him with Form of Rage seeing how he's on his last legs, but I wouldn't completely bet on it, he's that bullshit.

Panting, Hunger gave his opponent a nod of acknowledgement. He could respect the tenacity, the sheer force of will behind his unswerving technique.
That's an aspect of Hunger I like. He doesn't hold back against his enemies, but he also still has it in him to respect them despite being on opposing sides, be it for their skill or their convictions. Except for that Librarian guy, because fuck him and the high horse he rode on.

Politely, the outrider inclined his own head. Neither had the strength in this moment to summon an attack capable of bringing his opponent low. Hunger could only hope that the Ring of Blood rejuvenated him faster than the swordsman adapted to his own wounds. Trauma that would have killed a normal man seemed to only briefly faze him. Under the influence of his Ring, very little blood now remained in the man's veins, but the outrider stood stoic and nearly upright, a blade bent but unbroken. And like a blade, chipped and marred, damage to his physical form would weaken, but fail to render useless, so long as the edge was sharp.
And of course he has Battle Continuation, because why not? It doesn't heal his wounds, so he might still keel over afterwards, but that doesn't really help us in the moment. Crippled all over, drained of blood and pushed to the brink of exhaustion, he still fights on. Man, wouldn't that have been a nice ability to have for our Hunger? We heal quickly and normal weak points are less so thanks to the Ring of Blood, but we can still be disabled for a time. Not so for this guy, he can still continue as long as he draws breath, his will is undiminished and it's not physically impossible to make attacks.

"Vanreir, Amarlt," said the outrider, breathing heavily still, his voice a whispery croak. "The strength, of your spirit, is commendable."

"The spirit," Hunger remarked, his breaths equally ragged, "is willing; but the flesh, is weak."
Really hard to hold back comments there. All I'll say is that we can still go on for days if he can keep up!

Vanreir raised his hand and waved it slightly, as if to say that he had seen worse.

Slowly, painfully, he turned his blade to face Hunger, its tip pointed unsteadily at his eye.
What a stubborn bastard, still aiming for our eye even after we've managed to restore it. Was being completely blinded one of the more devastating complications that were possible in the aftermath of this fight?

"I, regret, the necessity of this," he said, "but know, that it's for, a good cause."
Right back at you, Vanreir. Hunger has his own reasons for doing this, though they're perhaps not quite as pure when it comes to the voters themselves.

Fighting through the exhaustion, Hunger took up his own stance, blade raised and poised to cut. The world contracted, static fuzzing in at the edges of his vision. He'd gone too far again, spent too much of his own essence pursuing an impossible feat. Still he dredged up what pitiful slivers remained, enough perhaps for one concerted attack.
Once is circumstance, twice is happenstance, but this is starting to become a pattern. We keep exhausting ourselves in fights we had no business winning. It looks awesome and is a really enjoyable read, but seeing his suffering during the downtime and the desperate straits it forces Hunger into isn't really fun.

He would let the man kill his flesh body, and hope that the surprise of his ghost form's emergence outweighed its now-lacking strength and speed. It was perhaps a vain hope. For the entirety of this battle Hunger had not landed a single physical blow upon this opponent.
Strange, did the later plan that secured Hunger's win only occur to him in the heat of the moment, or was he so uncertain about its feasibility that he didn't want to rely on it? Or maybe he got that much into acting in order to deceive Vanreir.

"I understand," Hunger said, steadying his blade. "Cut through, even if it cannot be cut. It must be quite the cause."

The swordsman frowned, eyes sharp. "You..."

Sensing an opening, a moment of weakness, Hunger still did not strike. He allowed his opponent to gather his thoughts.
This was a destined fight in some sense, which is one of the reasons why I can't really bring myself to regret running into such a superior opponent. He was a credit to the Forebear's legacy and can wear his last name with pride, no matter what those Inners would say about him and his family.

"Hmph," Vanreir shook his head. "What are the chances... my father once said something very similar. I'm not one to believe in fate, but I'm glad you were my final opponent. A worthy enemy can be rarer than even a true friend."
I wish we could have met Vanreir under better circumstances, he seems like a swell guy. Still, sometimes conflict is inevitable. He wanted to protect his way of life and earn his honor back, we wanted to free the Ring. There was little room for maneuver here.

"Well said," Hunger replied, idly scanning the battlefield. He raised his hand, setting his opponent's heart to beating, restoring some volume of Vanreir's blood. "Shall we decide properly which of our swords is the greater?"
I should have known at this very moment that Hunger was putting on his bullshitting hat here. No matter how much he respects his enemies, Hunger is eminently pragmatic. Healing Vanreir and saying that he wants to decide this fight with a final dramatic clash between their swords? Seralize would have had a lot to say about this, none of it worth mentioning in polite company.

"If you wish," Vanreir said, with the air of a man granting a final request. Hunger circled around to a particular point on the battlefield, matching the angle of his initial entry, where the sun fell in neither swordsman's eyes. Slowly he raised his blade aloft, jewel on his finger grim and subdued. The pallor of mortality was like a shadow across the battlefield. Each man knew that this moment could be his last.
This was even stronger foreshadowing, what with emphasizing the jeweled Ring, but I honestly didn't connect the dots until the very last moment. Hunger is so good at setting all this up that it would truly seem like a prelude to an honorable clash between two equal opponents to anyone who doesn't know the former Hero.

Vanreir walked to match him, taking up the stance of his signature thrust. Now within melee range, tip of his blade aimed squarely at Hunger's brain pan, the crystal-steel edge caught and splintered the sun's rays, a daytime thunderbolt.

Enough of sword-projections. An opponent such as this deserved the physical blade.
Hah. He really got into the act. Though for him to make it look so believable, there was probably really a part of him that thought this would end with a clash of swords.

On the same count they inhaled. An unspoken understanding passed between them. Time compressed, congealed, folded over on itself like molten amber. On came the thrust, that viperous lash of silver like lightning made steel. Hunger's blade descended, but slowly, far too slowly to land any serious blow. By the time Amarlt's thrust loomed before him, his hand had managed only to interpose itself between the enemy's sword and his own head.
I thought for a moment we were seriously going to die or at least lose our hand there.

There was a clang of steel against silver, a clarion note of pure deflection. The Forebear's Blade fell from nerveless fingers.
Then this moment of pure 'what the hell happened', almost brushing over the part about deflection and panicking at seeing him letting go of the Blade, only to go back and do a double-take. Because what could we have possibly deflected him with if our sword was too slow?

Like an inverse kingfisher Amarlt was pointed skywards, his blade thrusting forwards and up, the all-piercing force of his strike no match for the indestructible Ring in its path, which had been bound to Hunger's finger by the Accursed himself. Hunger pressed downwards with his right foot, titanic strength collapsing the weakened ground around the divot that his very first blade-projection had created.
I'm somewhat ashamed the Ring's indestructibility didn't occur to me as a means of deflecting Vanreir's strikes. Probably because we mostly joked about our finger getting cut off and didn't think too deeply about the implication of its description for combat, so kudos for making use of that in such an appropriate and dramatic manner. Even managing to insert a fishing reference!

Falling rapidly, the bones of his hand a shattered ruin, the Foebear's Blade was level now with his mouth. Snatching it in his teeth, he fired a single blade-projection, one last absolute exertion. Committed still to his thrust, Vanreir could not change his trajectory. Cleanly bisected, chest from sternum, still his arms and eyes and blade could only face up, up, up: turned forever heavenward, as if to pierce through the sky itself.

But there was always a sky above the sky. One could pierce for all eternity without finding its limit.

Age and treachery had prevailed again, though victory tasted like ashes in his mouth. Slowly he examined the Ring, its jewel flaring crimson, the pulse of its inhalation drawing a thundering sea of power.

Jewel and band and finger all were whole and untouched. Of Vanreir Amarlt's final attack, no evidence remained, not even so much as a scratch.
Vanreir died as he lived, trying to pierce through his the obstacles in his path with all he's got. Only this time, his best wasn't enough.

The victory wasn't only bittersweet for Hunger, I didn't feel very good about the implications either, both for us and for his remaining family. Still, he's not the first to suffer defeat and die at our hands, nor will he be the last. He was exceptional in many ways, I'll admit, someone I would have liked to get to know better and help as a character, but everyone is a hero of their own story.

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The winner was Dialogue and Resolve The Accursed, as expected. Choose your Devastating Complication.

[ ] Punctured Soul - Rank reduced by 10%, physical attributes by 20%, mental attributes by 30%, and social attributes by 40% for 1 month.

[ ] True Maiming - Liver wounded on a metaphysical level. Permanently reduce CON and CON improvements by 10% and suffer 400% increased vulnerability to poison and supernatural disease. Suffer severe damage upon strenuous exertion for the next three days.

[ ] Lingering Exhaustion - Exhausted for a week and Tired for the week after. Any interruption of rest may worsen Exhaustion.
Sometimes the votes feel like a litany of 'how did you fuck up your day this time' options. Devastating complications, what can you do? Still, True Maiming isn't quite as awful as I thought if it can be healed in months and there are options for which Lingering Exhaustion isn't quite as critical.

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You have 4 picks and have special dispensation to spend up to 2 Arete, assuming that your Arete generation this update will cover it.

[ ] 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]

[ ] The Ring of Power - Dominion - 2 Arete
A ring of power does not exert influence casually. It has its own will, its own preferences, and if that will should be inseparable from its owner's, its sway thereby shall be greater for it.

Select a domain of influence. While acting within its domain, [Ring of Power] effects are substantially less taxing and more potent; the effects of this can be abstracted as follows: treat the owner's Rank as if it somewhat* higher for related actions. You may select this advancement multiple times, choosing a different domain each time. If multiple domains apply, their bonuses do not compound.

*+0.5 if Low, +.25 if Mid, +.1 if High.

The available domains for Hunger are: War, Passion

[ ] Fierce Quickening
- The absurd violence of Blood unleashed. Let all that falls within its dominion be spilled, if it be in service to the Ringbearer. Adds [++Agility, +Wits] to the bonuses from Quickening, subject to the usual conditions. Can be taken up to 3 times.

[ ] Vigor Itself - The primordial might and glory of Blood resplendent. Let all who witness its form tremble, and be subject. Adds [++Might, +Charisma] to the bonuses from Quickening, subject to the usual conditions. Can be taken up to 3 times.

[ ] Augment Dominion: Blood - The world-wielding will of the Ring.
Treat the wielder's Rank as if it were (.5 Low/.25 Medium/.1 High) higher for purposes of the [Ring of Power] effect applied to the Blood domain, increasing its potency and versatility. Repeatable, but costs 1 more pick each time.

[ ] Evening Sky - Opalescence - The soft light of evening before which all attacks falter.
Improves defensive parameters. [+Protection]

[ ] Evening Sky - Iridescence - 2 Arete - The sharp light of the stars before which all malice is lessened.
+Protection, +Charisma. Expands the range of effects subject to the Evening Sky, allowing it to passively weaken almost all forms of magic. Even Nullity itself can be once withstood before the Sky recedes.

--- 3-pick Advancements ---

[ ] Forebear's Blade - Ruinous Valor (3 picks)

Where he advanced, so did the tide of entire wars, the shock of his blade like a hurled epicenter, the trail of his passage but wasteland and rubble.

[+++++Strength]
Power of Ruin now scales upwards depending on your Strength.

Choose:
Einhander - You may not regrow or replace your left arm by any means. Substantially reduces the cost and increases the range of special attacks made with the Forebear's Blade. This Advancement grants Might instead of Strength (+Might = +Str, +Con).
Zweihander - Regrow your left arm. Your barehanded strikes now carry the full destructive power of the Forebear's Blade.

If Einhander is taken, unlocks One Arm Fury.
If Zweihander is taken, unlocks Martial Stances: Forebear's Blade

[ ] The Ring of Power - Inheritor (3 picks, 2 Arete)

He whose soul contains multitudes, may inherit the legacy of those fallen.

Defining Advancement. You may only have three Defining Advancements.

*Choose one Soul Evocation user you have slain. You may use their Soul Evocation at a substantial fraction of the original wielder's skill. Apply [To Shatter Heaven] to their Soul Evocation, but gain fragments of their selfhood.
*+50% to the value of that user's highest Attribute +s.
*+50% the value of that user's second highest Attribute +s.
*-10% to the value of future Rank +s, but you may train Rank manually.
*++Mental Contamination from the user you target. Their soul lives on as your prisoner.
*Available Evocations: The Librarian. The Correspondent. The Unerring.

--- 4-pick advancements ---

[ ] Feat: Kinslayer - A true opponent's worth. Set Rank to 5. (4 picks)

[ ] Forebear's Blade - Uttermost (4 picks)


Focus beyond absolute focus. To cut what cannot be cut. To pierce what cannot be pierced. To go further and even further beyond in the unrelenting pursuit of perfection. To exert every iota of self, turn every faculty of purpose, bind every testament of will towards a single, unswerving ideal: that is what it means to do one's uttermost. There are no compromises for he who walks the path of the blade.

Do, even if it cannot be done.

Defining Advancement. You may only have three Defining Advancements.

Cannot mitigate the Doom of the Tyrant beyond its original state
Expends and sacrifices the Form of Rage
Increase by 30% the value of all Rank +s
Reduce by 30% to the value of Luck, Protection, Wisdom and Charisma +s
+++++++Willpower, ++All Other Stats
First Blade: Restores the Forebear's Blade. Apply the effects of the Fell-Handed Stroke, including modifiers, to all basic attacks with no surcharge. You may upgrade [A Thousand Cuts] to [Cut Through] for the difference in their Arete costs.

[ ] Hunger - Stranglethorn (4 picks)

Age and treachery made flesh.

The might of beasts is not the only province of the ring Hunger. It bears witness to a deeper and elder power as well, the strength of root and stem that bleeds life from the earth itself to thrust upwards towards heaven. The might of oaks, ancient and thousand-ringed, which crumbles stone and blunts steel, which repels the wind and absorbs the tide, which stands unscathed even in the face of heat and fury. That juggernaut stubbornness like a gnarled fist: the power to push through problems with patient, unyielding strength, to break them down and see them crushed beneath you.

Defining Advancement. You may only have three Defining Advancements.

Increase by 20% the value of all Rank +s
Double the value of Strength and Constitution +s
Double the value of Willpower +s
Reduce by 20% the value of Agility +s
Establishment: By committing meaningful resources towards a given context, and staking out a solid position, you slowly but increasingly accrue power and influence within that context, becoming ever-more inescapable and impossible to dislodge.
Most of the options are very nice, but Unerring and Uttermost felt like they were the most dramatically appropriate, not to mention they start with the same letter! Librarian and Stranglehorn were neat too, so I was still uncertain after it became clear that Unerring would lose, but Priest's pictures pushed me over the fence.

[X] Lingering Exhaustion
[X] Forebear's Blade - Uttermost
 
If it's correct the only real benefit of choosing the Librarian is his magic system. Yeah no thanks.
Note that Rihaku still described it as one of the three most powerful options in term of immediate power. That magic system is really powerful!

Also note that, though we don't have much intelligence +s right now, it would boost any future intelligence +s by 50%.
 
[X] True Maiming
[X] Hunger - Stranglethorn


Switching to these since it looks like Kinslayer is getting left behind and Maiming does seem now to be the most manageable complication; plus, it works well enough in conjunction with Stranglethorn; since that doubles the value of CON, and Maiming reduces it by 10%, it means we're still getting a 90% boost which is nothing to turn up your nose at.

And to continue to add value to my vote in addition to what arguments and discussion I've involved myself in, and stack up Arete for the stockpile, here is the latest iteration of my Gisena commission!


(Tremendous credit to @Microwave MKII, of course)
 
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Uttermost is good, I prefer it to Inheritance - the Librarian but I prefer Stranglethorn over it. I really don't like it's downsides.

Cannot mitigate the Doom of the Tyrant beyond its original state
Expends and sacrifices the Form of Rage
Reduce by 30% to the value of Luck, Protection, Wisdom and Charisma +s
Forget the fact that we cannot mitigate one of our Curses permenantly, for the rest of our existance! Forget the fact that we are sacrificing one of our powerful forms, Health Bar and damage overflow counter.
We are permanently reducing the value of 4 different stats +s, each more important Agility, by 30%
We will always be less Lucky, less Protected, less Wise and less Charismatic!

It doesn't reduce our base stats but the thing is, +s will make 99.9% of our stats later in the quest.
I will still vote for it if the Librarian is winning but that's beside the point :p
 
I will still vote for it if the Librarian is winning but that's beside the point :p
Why do you dislike the Librarian so much? It's access to, among other things, instant short-range teleportation and various other tricks.

This fight would have been much easier if we could have teleported inside his reach and stabbed him through.

We only saw a bare fraction of his power and even up against a perfect counter he was winning until Gisena pulled an attack that knocked her out to do.

Also, can the 3 people that have picked Inheritor without a subpick please make said subpick?
 
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Why do you dislike the Librarian so much? It's access to, among other things, instant short-range teleportation and various other tricks.
Three reason, first I don't like the mental contamination. I would vote for Inheritance-Unerring as our personalities are pretty similar and he is a good guy. But the Librarian? No way.
Second, I am not in the mood of magic that the Librarian gives. I like the path Hunger is walking and goddamn it we will keep going.
Third and speaking of themes, I feel like Uttermost, Stranglethorn and Inheritance-Unerring is much more thematically fitting for Hunger.

Plus in my priority list I have;
2-Ffffffffuck stinki maeg bilds (Muscle-Wizardy focused builds with Progression)
 
Let's see if I can get another one out before the vote lock. My reactions are pretty small comparatively, but goddamn I am just bad at being all that verbose lol. Well, a trickle of arete is a trickle of arete regardless.

I wonder what is the proper name of the Moon Temple; how the inhabitants proper call their realm. I suspect hearing it would be illuminating. Alas, most of our conversations happen on the edge of the sword. At this point I wonder if Forebear's blade could offer us some sort of a social damage ability. Just cut throught pointless debate.

It had grown late, the sun a wan disk pressed steadily flatter by the vast indigo sky; striated bands of gold shined their last upon fields of susurrant grass, the first breeze of evening low and swift against the ground. The cool, steady wind kicked Hunger's cloak up and around his shoulders, star-stuff dancing in false celebration of the twilight.
With Temple gradually wising up to the Hunger's hijinks, moments to enjoy the calm observation of the picturesque landscapes and pastoral environment are going to be getting progressively rarer. Well, in exchange we are getting some change of scenery, and once we get into innermost Temple, things will change further still. I kind of expect great things from the apparently-industrial-like innermost temple; hopefully we'll get to bring down a skyscraper or three as a collateral damage in a highly kinetic fight with some badass enemy.
Gisena slept fitfully still, unrecovered from her supreme exertion of magic earlier in the day, while he walked steadily towards the antechamber entrance on a road of gently-packed dirt.
Gisena is a companion granted to us by Accursed, capable of being useful to us at least in the medium term. Even without any outside help, she figured out her sorcerous breakthrough not too later after the Temple and Hunger started out scaling her, which is honestly incredibly remarkable... I hope we'll get an opportunity to give her more magic systems; she'll be amazing at everything forever.

Good thing we decided to buff her immediately after. Although I regret that we didn't pick Grand Nullification for that 20% Apocryphal mutigation, her current picks made her an incredibly competent party member.

On the horizon he spotted the silhouettes of a pair of men also traveling that road - not the spectral knights that guarded this territory, but men of ordinary stature like him, carrying thickly-packed rucksacks that bulged and bristled with miscellany, and dragging behind them a cart piled high with parchments and bottles of dark red liquid. He paused briefly, blinking in surprise, while they sped up eagerly, approaching him.
The carriers of the ever-battlefield. The temple attracts would-be-heroes like flies, and people like this follow to pick on the corpses. There is some sort of an agreement between Encampment and The Temple, and so these people are not sincerely interested in ending the grinding machine that chewed up countless lives already. Well, perhaps such is life in the Voyaging Realm. Many probably don't have much of a choice. The place feels like a deathworld...
...
...
Although that just might be Versch'd tendency to attract astral beasts and Apocryphal curse acting together in concert to fuck us over. Maybe. Just a little chance of that.

Seriously tho, we passed actual small villages and population points on the way to the temple, full of people who were not particularly badass. It absolutely could not be all that dangerous for most people all the time.

"Ho, traveler!" Said the leftmost man, raising the bare stump of an arm in greeting. Cut cleanly, an old wound, and wrapped in tailored cloth.
"Look Graven, it's your kindred spirit!" Said the man on the right. "Only he's not even got a stump, poor sod."
I wonder if the wound been dealt by the occupants of the temple or the intruders. I kind of suspect the latter, considering how stringent their rules can be from the hints we gathered; probably tried to reach beyond their grasp in some sort, perhaps haggle for advantage, or just insulted someone and boom, bam, a Ranked Outrider or even Inner City Noble decides to cut it him a little bit shorter.

"He has got a woman though. And what a looker! Didn't know they made 'em that pretty!"
"Nah. Reckon he's stolen her." The man smiled, raising his voice to address Hunger. "Dragging her off 'ta the cave, are ye?"
With language like this, I really can see this sort of stuff happening. This might be some sort of a masquerading routine to fool the customers, but I do kind of think that maybe they are just genuinely kind of lame assholes.

And we could have met Amiable Brutes or Fairbright instead! I feel intense regret at not being more active at the relevant choice point, and thinking that Caravan might be a good choice. We didn't even exploit them for respawning monsters, bleh. Our Utility Monster/Beast of Reason game is weeeeaaaak.

He continued walking steadily forward.
"If we could steal a woman like that in 'ere, what are we doin' with this crap?"
"Never said we could do it, brother. Just that he has." The man tapped the side of his nose conspiratorially. "It's hope for you, right?"
"Ahhhhh... I don't get it."
"Never mind, you dolt. I'll explain it ta ya later. When we gets back."
As they neared Hunger finally stopped to speak. "Are you merchants?"
I got no humorous remark here. Poor Hunger, having to deal with this nonsense. Damn pity that Letrizia is unconscious, she would've danced circles around those fools.
The leftmost man, called Graven, nodded amicably. "Sure are, sir. Don't find many of our like in here, do ya? Our prices ain't the fairest... but they're the best!"
"The best - and only!" His twin chipped in, holding out a pair of red bottles. "What'll it be, sir? Prime healing pots we've got here, good stock, one hundred percent certifiable!"
Aaand right after we picked up Bloodmight. This might have been the least synergetic choice out of those available.
"Ya mean certified, you blithering moron."
"I mean what I said! Don't interrupt the pitch! Like pa said, the customer's confident if you are confident! I don't need ya underminin' me."
Hunger frowned. The power he'd absorbed from the magus had been slow to 'digest,' and was not finished percolating out from the ring. He had the feeling it would come with some means of accelerated healing, though. Better than 'certifiable' potions, whatever those were.
Yeah, I do think that these guys are at least somewhat sincerely stupid.

Well, maybe having some healing in absence of Hunger would be good for Letrz, no? Oh well, whatever. No risk of side-effects anyway. Pity these guys didn't have anything more valuable than that. Temporary buff tonics, ironskin elixirs, etecetera; where is your stock variety, merchants?

"Not interested. I would be willing to trade for information, however."
"See!" The merchant threw up his hands at his brother. "It's because ya messed up the pitch."
Clearing his throat, the man calmed, adopting a more formal tone before continuing. "Ahem. Apologies for that, sir, my brother, he's a bit of an imbecile, and it's not got anything to do with his missing hand. Now, information's what you're after, eh? I think we can come to an arrangement. What do you have to trade, my good man?"
I do suspect that his missing hand might have to do something with him being kind of stupid, though. The play at formal relationship is also pretty weak after all that spaghetti nonsense that spilled out of their pockets; they sure are lucky that Hunger's social game is only moderately superhuman instead of being cutting-edge of Solar-like Charisma.


Hunger produced the King Fish's Scale. "I want to know about this Temple. And the encampment to its side."
"I see, I see." The man licked his lips. "That... that is somewhat privileged information, sir. Is there anything else you might be able to offer?"
"Not really." Hunger began to walk off.
"W- wait! I'm sorry, could I see that scale one more time?"
"Fine." He handed it over, and the merchant made a show of examining it in detail.
"Magnificent. This could go for quite a bit to the right seller. Problem is, as you can clearly see, we're hard up for space at the moment," he gestured to their overflowing cart and bags, "so I can't give you much of a premium for it. But for two pieces of information? That sounds fair. A fair price for a fair lord and lady!"
I'd say "at least fishing was good for something!" except no, information was pretty shitty and we exchanged a valuable material that could have bought us companions or valuable items in exchange for basically nothing.

I am saying that these guys sound like idiots, but I am not really feeling like we took advantage of them or anything. Quite opposite, actually.

"Your brother just said your prices weren't fair."
"Ah!" The man turned a strained smile upon his brother. "A joke, sir. Merely a joke."
"Fine. First question. I killed a magus today. He was fairly powerful. He could teleport and summon spirits, and wore a cloak of white and blue. He called this place 'the ritual grounds.' Describe the geography of this place. Is there some civilization deeper in the Temple? If so, what is their purpose?" Hunger showed them a scrap of the Magus' robe, now stained dark red, on which the white-and-blue insignia was inscribed.
"Ah," The man paled. "Y-you slew a magus, you say? I, I see."
He gulped, slowly tapping the side of his face. "Well, my esteemed lord-"
"Don't call me that."
I wonder why Hunger didn't like that. Instinctive dislike of Feudal terminology? Immediate antipathy toward these people leading to him seeking any opportunity to verbally strike at them in spite of himself? Seeing himself as undeserving of such tittle, despite actually being, IIRC, a City Lord of some realm before attempts at playing political game fucked him up?
"Yes sir, I'm sorry. Well, my fine sir, the short answer to your question is, yes. There is a society that lives within the bowels of this fine edifice, exploiting the False Moon to defend and supply their way of life, and they do not take kindly to intruders. But the Call of the False Moon brings all and sundry forward to liberate it! There's a fundamental tension here, you see. From us, who've come from all over to liberate the False Moon, and they who live by its unwilling labor. I'm sure you've felt it yourself, the Call. How irresistible it can be! The poignancy of its suffering, the allure of power and treasure beyond the reckoning or mortal men..."

"What is the False Moon? Can it do anything besides issue the Call? Is it responsible for the maps?"
Information trickles down as well as wealth and prosperity in the Moon Temple; poorly. Granted, I too, wouldn't want people like this knowing anything about my defenses and such - but surely some propaganda and attempt to dissuade the incoming adventurers from throwing their lives away could've been made?

...But Moon Civ is simply not that sort of civ to actually care, I suppose. Even if it was a valid plan of actual with some potential tangible result, throwing people under the wheels is far more their style.

"Ah, a subject of much debate! As none of us has ever successfully liberated it, or even approached the holding chamber, we simply don't know. I personally have never ventured past these ritual grounds, and am not certain why the Inner Residents call them such! It's a competitive task, chasing the Call, and those capable of penetrating to the Middle Temple are understandably canny about its secrets. If you were able to slay an Inner Resident yourself, however, I can confidently say you are ready to plumb its secrets!"
"You're stationed at the encampment near the side entrance."
Such licking, very much ass, wow. Considering how Middle Temple almost killed us, I'd say that these two are in for some very unpleasant times if we ever meet them again, which we actually might. With Hunger and his party as strong as they are, problems that doom of tyrant currently gives are likely negligible. We could snap and rant at people who can deal zero damage to us as much as we'd like. What are they going to do? Bleed on us? Call us names?

"That's right, sir! You may have seen us when you came in. Might I ask what brings you to the Temple in the first place, sir? Seeking fame, fortune, items of power or simple adventure?"
"You can ask, if I can have the Scale back."
As he responded, Hunger thought carefully. Best not to let on that he hadn't come in through the encampment, which meant that line of questioning had to be dropped.
"Ah! Good one, sir. I didn't mean to pry."
Information like this is valuable to somebody. I wonder how the Inner Temple was informed about Fairbright; did someone get away from a fight with her, or did she announce herself to a merchant like this?..

...Oh well. From Vanreir's perspective, it sounds like it is pretty hard to hide being Fairbright scion. They sound kind of like a bloodline of Solars.

"Any other tactically or strategically relevant information I should know about the Middle Temple? How do I get there?"
"Ah, yes. Right now the road we're traveling is on what you might call the latitudinal, or horizontal axis of the space within the Temple. If however you were to traverse the longitudinal, or vertical axis," He pointed to the side, perpendicular to the road and in the opposite direction of the antechamber, "and braved the Knights and other monstrosities along the way, you'd eventually reach the Middle Temple! You can tell because the landscape will shift rapidly, in a matter of a few miles."
"Thanks. And what should I expect? Inner Residents, more automated knights, monsters of a different kind?"
The man shook his head helplessly. "I'm sorry, sir. It's as I said earlier. Those who make it that far tend to be pretty competitive. They're tight-lipped about those secrets. Only one may claim the False Moon's prize, after all."
"What about the monsters here? I've seen the Knights, some bird-like creatures, a stone lion and an enormous fanged wurm. Anything I should be worried about?"
It is a pity that the adventuring party seems to fail to penetrate this far. Cooperation and synergies could have carried Fairbright and Robobro far, but they elected simply to proceed solo on their own. We kind of failed our common sense check not seeking out allies when they would've been very valuable, but so did pretty much every other adventurer we encounter... So whatever I guess.

Anyway, Merchants once again disappoint as a source of information and loot. Although I think that they are genuinely not very well informed, we do know that they are cooperating with the temple and are interested in its long-term wellbeing as a system that attracts adventurers for them to prey upon; I wonder if they couldn't have scrounged at least something helpful if they really wanted. Oh well.

They looked at each other. "Well, there is the Dreadbeast, sir. He's only in a few places at a time, though, and if you could handle a Resident then I doubt he'd be a match for you. Would depend on your specific, ah, parameters..."
Hunger stared silently at him.
Intimidating silent stare is one of the best skills Hunger acquired in his life-long struggle against the Tyrant. Pity it does not deal damage, unlike Hector's. Well, we'll have something eventually. Pressure is already sort of starting to get there.

Also, another - first in-universe confirmed, even - mention of Dreadbeast being in several places at once. I wondered if Moon civ in general is predisposed to time-space twisting magic, but with their primary art being Soul Evocation... Archer dude twisted space, yeah, but every other magic so far been something else entirely. Urgh. And if this is done through the effort of some inner or middle resident, why bother twisting space for such a comparatively weak creature?

"Well," the man looked around nervously. "Sorry I couldn't help you more, sir. Was there anything else, anything at all? Sure I can't interest you in a potion, or perhaps a night at Librero's for yourself and your fine lady?"
He gestured to the cart behind. Hunger pondered for a moment. Was there anything he needed from these men?
If only Ber wasn't breathing down our neck. If only Apocryphal curse wasn't such a pain in the ass. If only Letrizia's retrival wasn't time sensitive. If only.

Alas, we are forced to continue struggling against a great enemy at a staggering pace. At least it does actually pay some dividents.

This update felt pretty short, comparatively. A real pity we did not decide to interact with some of the more interesting characters back then, but such is life. Alas.
 
Magus spells:
-Lightning
-Defensive spirits
-Steely mindfuck fog
-Shield
-Teleportation
-Invisibility
-Pressure
-Soul attack word
-Thresher arms
-Golem
-Halo-physical buff? (Maybe not included, if it's related to the linear halo)
-Whatever the one and a half spells that would've beaten us are

It's hard to judge the strength of some of these, since Gisena made lots of them just go away, but even what we saw is some pretty good variety. And these are just what he used in combat.

Not gonna complain at all if it wins.
 
[X] Lingering Exhaustion
[X] Forebear's Blade - Uttermost (4 picks)


I'm fine with basically any of the 4 pick options. So with Kinslayer lagging I'll go with this, some of the expansions about how it works also hyped me on it more and make dislike the downsides less. Plus the fact that it has nearly full effectiveness for alpha strikes immediately even exhausted is pretty damn good.
 
FEAST

The changes had been incremental at first. It had all begun the day he took up the poll - the day he found that accursed (though not Accursed) bottle. Delving deep into the realm of the False Moon, inevitably his Progression bought him unparalleled power. First in blood, then in Blade. Above all though, Hunger had progressed in Focus.

Hunger, who once stood at the pinnacle of humanity, had slowly begun to erode that portion of himself. The Tyrant, of course, still gleamed in the back of his mind. Surrounding him - a multitude of souls soaked in potential. But above all of them stood The Ruling Ring For at the temples end, it had been reforged. In the sublime light of it's dying brother, Hunger's ring claimed supremacy.

It consumed voraciously of it's brother: the Moon was snuffed out by the all consuming desire
of Hunger The Ruling Ring. Drawing back briefly Hunger sensed something apart from himself in the void. In the place where he had burned himself away, another presence was taking residence. Not the dread lord, the Tyrant of his past come to haunt him. Not the souls of the defeated within the temple, nor even one of the multitudes that came before.

Within him stirred an
Age. It was Hunger, yes, but he had underestimated that concept entirely. Perhaps had he been whole, it would have been like any other ring. A vessel of unparalleled power, fit to adorn even a Cursebearer. A monument to the Accursed's power, proof that even a fraction of his favor was worth the servitude of ten trillion lifetimes. But in such a familiar place - in a hole as black, and dark, and deep, as the one that inhabited Hunger, the ring was able to take on a life of its own.

At once he realized his mistake. Such unparalleled focus, as to consume that which cannot be consumed - coupled with the power of the Accurseds' progression, and finally driven by an age, the true manifestation of Hunger.

Too late to take off the ring - for he was it. Too late to turn from his path - for once he had set upon it he could never again be swayed. Too late for second thoughts, as the age inside him hungered, and he could do naught but feed it.

Within moments of the Ruling Ring awakening the Decimation began to increase by five, then twenty-five, and then one hundred and twenty-five percent. At six hundred percent the Decimators Affliction began to consume the Temple. The earth became bereft of life, the very pollen in the air snuffed out. Walls vanished, carried as dust upon the wind before they could even crash upon the ground: ground that began melting being consumed in a great sphere encompassing Hunger.

Even as he cried out, the world around him became a black zone - barren of all things. Six thousand percent. Even Further Beyond.

As the world was consumed, he, and in turn the Age only grew in power. He floated in nothingness - his only focus on his Hunger. The only meaning he had was in consumption. He had no choice once his course was set - and from it he could never be swayed.

When at last "life" appeared before him, it was in the form of mighty Armaments. Not the withered shell, the husk of a life form that Versch encapsulated. These were unrepentant monsters - Astral made manifest and the Apex predators in a realm of their own. Not the power of ten - Nor even one hundred of these Armaments could have made the assault though.

For this, the Human Sphere had rallied one thousand Armaments - As they warped into the black zone he was ensorceled in, Hunger Immediately grew in strength - threatening to grow Even Further Beyond the capabilities of even this Apex of civilization. But It was not enough, This time his resolve failed him - or perhaps - freed him.

The combined Astral projections of so many greater beings engorged even an Age. The Ruling Ring and it's wielder were drowned in a torrent of unceasing and unrelenting Astral. Infinite and unrepentant were embodiment of what Hunger represented, but astral was just as unruly a force. Though utterly Exhausted and depleted of Rank, at last the drain upon their souls grew slower, and yet slower, until finally it did cease.

The ring itself, of course, was not forgotten here. With nothing but the Idea of possessing the ring, it had returned to the Accursed. Too powerful to leave alone, yet too tempting not to offer again.


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Thanks for reading, even though it was a bad result this time, I'm still hopeful we can perform better in our actual run if we get super focused!
 
[X] Lingering Exhaustion
[X] Forebear's Blade - Uttermost (4 picks)


Cool, we don't have to sac the liver to keep fighting this way, can finally start fixing Hunger's shit.
 
Hey guys, guess what? This is my 1000th post on SV! Random trivia with no bearing at all on discussion, but I like to think it means something.

Anyway, I'd like to shill Librarian again, but I've written a ton of paragraphs on the subject already. There's not really anything else to say. Instead I'll just link to my longest previous arguments. Also this one which is somewhat a repeat of earlier points. In case anyone forgot or understandably didn't read all 25 pages of discussion we created since last update.

Is this lazy of me? Yes. I'm kinda tired and haven't thought of any new things to say though.
 
We did wreck him when we hit him with a Fell-handed Stroke, the problem was hitting him. Something we literally weren't able to do before we made an opening. Considering the speed of his thrusts in general and the he was viable even against Form of Rage, I don't think Uttermost would have let us outmuscle him. While we did in fact out play him here, more power wouldn't have helped, while more utility likely would've. Uttermost is just too linear.
We couldn't hit with it because without Uttermost it needs a windup and prep because it's our ultimate. With Uttermost every swing of our blade becomes a fell handed strike so it's much easier to use.
 
We couldn't hit with it because without Uttermost it needs a windup and prep because it's our ultimate. With Uttermost every swing of our blade becomes a fell handed strike so it's much easier to use.
Irrelevant. We failed to hit him at all until the final blow.

Every blow being powerful only matters if you can actually land a blow. Which we couldn't.
 
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