A considerable amount of omake power is being deployed by all sides... perhaps this needs to go into consolidation after all! What a perilous state of affairs.

Headsman and Honing have fallen from their once semi-precipitous heights... isn't it sad, Headsman? Support peeled away by the other factions. Without Defining Advancements to aid your stat multipliers, Edeldross is your primary source. You guys should consider Silver of Evening if it comes up again, especially if Hunger can train his base Magnitude up to +40%! That would be quite a coup in total stats, to say nothing of the +100% AGI and CHA (which now yields +Prot too!).

[X] The Ring of Power - Avenger
[X] Treachery


I'm open to switching out Avenger for something else I suppose. I just think it would be neat to get alpha striked, and then popping out of it with triple stats. Form of Rage minus the need to die and minus the need to spend Arete, so long as it procs.

Avenger only yields double stats! It does make normal attacks into critical hits, though.

But yeah, Hunger is luckily in a position where he can decide not to deploy such measures without hurting his chances significantly. I'm a bit thankful the decision wasn't left up to the voters, because we sometimes tend to be on the safe side and sacrifice morality for lesser % chances of death. When we aren't pursuing suicidal goals, of course.

Well which is it, safe side or suicidal goals?!

How does she manage to be so aggravating even when praising Hunger?! It's the same things I just admired him for, but the way she said it makes me feel dirty now.

Perhaps that's simply her intent!
 
[X] The Ring of Power - Dominion - 2 Arete
[X] The Ring of Power - Preeminence - 7 Arete
[X] The Ring of Power - Hateful Might
[X] Treachery
 
Avenger might not be reliable when attacking but it's reasonably dependable when we're on the defense. Most apocryphal procs seem to involve something attacking either us or a party member so it acts as a fairly good hedge against a major activation.

Avenger is also pretty spicy with a stats focused build since it doubles our physical stats. If we go the Silver -> Trinity -> All Defeating route our stats become stonks whenever Avenger is active.
 
Avenger might not be reliable when attacking but it's reasonably dependable when we're on the defense. Most apocryphal procs seem to involve something attacking either us or a party member so it acts as a fairly good hedge against a major activation.

Avenger is also pretty spicy with a stats focused build since it doubles our physical stats. If we go the Silver -> Trinity -> All Defeating route our stats become stonks whenever Avenger is active.
There's people justifiably attacking us because Decimator's Affliction to consider though.
 
Switching from Age to Treachery because it seems to make more thematic sense and it reduces the risk of physical harm. And I just like the ideas of shattering this fool's mind.

[X] The Ring of Power - Dominion - 2 Arete
[X] The Ring of Power - Preeminence - 7 Arete
[X] The Ring of Power - Hateful Might
[X] Treachery
 
New (absolute mad-lad meme) plan for post temple:
Become the greatest merchants in the Voyaging Realm. As Panjak Ghemawat illustrated, distance -- measured both physically as well as, "by the extent of differences in culture, differences in the administrative and institutional context, and differences in economic attributes" introduces meaningful barriers to trade. This, in turn, prevents the equalization of prices for goods across different regions; which, in turn, implies the potential to profit off of arbitrage. Though Ghemawat only applies this to mere terrestrial reality, we can easily generalize to the environment of the Voyaging Realm: trade routes are unstable, travel times vary according to both travelers and chance, and monstrous threats abound. To make matters even worse, Ghemawat's differences in culture, context, and economic attributes are wildly more salient than they are on Earth (to illustrate, see the difference between the villages passed en route to the Temple of the False Moon and the Elixir Springs Sovereignty).

Enter Hunger and Versch.

With the Crimson Flare fully functional, we possess a fantastic, high-ranked guide to the Voyaging Realm, who can easily overcome both the treacherous monsters (feeding us picks all the while) and the distances involved. With Gisena at our side, we're meaningfully better equipped to handle differences in culture (and the rest) than almost anyone else. This presents a course of action in which we could (relatively) safely accumulate power from Astral attacks on Versch while picking up unique opportunities (and wild profits) from merchanting around the Voyaging Realm.
 
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Avenger might not be reliable when attacking but it's reasonably dependable when we're on the defense. Most apocryphal procs seem to involve something attacking either us or a party member so it acts as a fairly good hedge against a major activation.

Avenger is also pretty spicy with a stats focused build since it doubles our physical stats. If we go the Silver -> Trinity -> All Defeating route our stats become stonks whenever Avenger is active.

I am not sure we really can rely on Avenger though. It is triggered by us being wronged, so what if we just apocryphal into the nest of some dangerous beasts or something similar? We have not been wronged so it is useless. I feel like people are severely overestimating what counts for avenger.
 
If there's anybody in
New (absolute mad-lad meme) plan for post temple:
Become the greatest merchants in the Voyaging Realm. As Panjak Ghemawat illustrated, distance -- measured both physically as well as, "by the extent of differences in culture, differences in the administrative and institutional context, and differences in economic attributes" introduces meaningful barriers to trade. This, in turn, prevents the equalization of prices for goods across different regions; which, in turn, implies the potential to profit off of arbitrage. Though Ghemawat only applies this to mere terrestrial reality, we can easily generalize to the environment of the Voyaging Realm: trade routes are unstable, travel times vary according to both travelers and chance, and monstrous threats abound. To make matters even worse, Ghemawat's differences in culture, context, and economic attributes are wildly more salient than they are on Earth (to illustrate, see the difference between the villages passed en route to the Temple of the False Moon and the Elixir Springs Sovereignty).

Enter Hunger and Versch.

With the Crimson Flare fully functional, we possess a fantastic, high-ranked guide to the Voyaging Realm, who can easily overcome both the treacherous monsters (feeding us picks all the while) and the distances involved. With Gisena at our side, we're meaningfully better equipped to handle differences in culture (and the rest) than almost anyone else. This presents a course of action in which we could (relatively) safely accumulate power from Astral attacks on Versch while picking up unique opportunities (and wild profits) from merchanting around the Voyaging Realm.
Depending on the nature of the Voyaging Realm's protections, we have time for a substantial civilization uplift to raise an army (or at least do R&D). Between Gisena's tech enthusiasm and Crimson Flare's ennoblement, we could design a variety of super-soldiers or mad scientists. Incorporating components / design inspiration from a healed Rank 7+ Verschlengorge would give us a good chance of arriving in the Human Polities as a Major Political Power, rather than as a Mercenary for Hire. That might help to reduce the damage from Tyrant procs.

There are probably a few ways that we could mitigate the Voyaging Realm's defensive mechanisms. The first one that comes to mind is to repair Versch and enter/exit a bunch of times to conduct experiments.
 
I am not sure we really can rely on Avenger though. It is triggered by us being wronged, so what if we just apocryphal into the nest of some dangerous beasts or something similar? We have not been wronged so it is useless. I feel like people are severely overestimating what counts for avenger.
we can rely on it for vengeance when we're wronged, but not for safety when we're in danger. It doesn't save us from a fool's death, but it does save us from lying impotent and broken as everything important to us is destroyed.
 
If there's anybody in

Depending on the nature of the Voyaging Realm's protections, we have time for a substantial civilization uplift to raise an army (or at least do R&D). Between Gisena's tech enthusiasm and Crimson Flare's ennoblement, we could design a variety of super-soldiers or mad scientists. Incorporating components / design inspiration from a healed Rank 7+ Verschlengorge would give us a good chance of arriving in the Human Polities as a Major Political Power, rather than as a Mercenary for Hire. That might help to reduce the damage from Tyrant procs.

There are probably a few ways that we could mitigate the Voyaging Realm's defensive mechanisms. The first one that comes to mind is to repair Versch and enter/exit a bunch of times to conduct experiments.
That's a good idea! The more followers we have the more cargo we can merchant... Moreover, I wonder if we could take Ennobled and trained folks out of the Voyaging Realm without any mechanisms activating at all -- it's not like we'd use Voyaging Realm magic for that, after all.
 
The same title as the falling action in Most High's prologue, the chapter that put the capstone on the War of Glory: the Primordials slain, Odyssial looking forward at the golden forever he glimpsed on the horizon. The end of one era and the dawn of another. It's also the name of Seram's quest to gather a thousand orc hands, but that seems less pertinent. Sten's ready to lay down his arms for good; I wonder if the title's not a hint, since the Hemingway novel ends with Catherine's (that name again) death and Frederic walking away. There are some parallels between the protagonists, just swap alcohol abuse for Sten's self-inflicted crippling.
He sat idly by as Evangeline and Clarissa discussed strategy. How to deal with this latest R-type, who had pressed their society to its uttermost limits? What disposition of forces would fare best against its demonstrable strength? Where to arrange the order of battle as to achieve that?
Unfortunately Hunger's still considered an R-type, so much for my theories about the X-classification being reserved for an enemy Ringbearer. Maybe the scrying protections have prevented them from discovering he's got a Ring, assuming Gondar's protege didn't talk? Nobody else has faced Hunger and survived; viewed in that light he's pretty intimidating, they have to infer his capabilities from his exploits. Shame we may never know the answer to this question, since victory renders the categorization system moot.
But as we did without clergy, let us do without soldiers.
My god, he's read The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas. The absolute gall of this lad, referencing Le Guin while complicit in the Ring's torture. That's got to be my favorite reference in this chapter.
As always, he had no say. He preferred it that way. His was not to wonder why. His was but, to do and die.
So much for doing without soldiers, eh?
Perhaps they all might finally die today, they who had lived so far beyond their allotted span. Some had taken to their stolen time with joy, fulsomely extracting every ounce of enjoyment from their triumphal procession of millennia. But he had not; he was simply tired. Long had been his vigil, and now that the world had finally threatened its close, he could not help but feel a sense of relief.
Interesting to see that the propaganda's not completely bullshit. If the best lies are grown from a seed of truth, maybe Sten was that seed? The Ring's ultimate guardian being reserved, a long-suffering and humble warrior who longs for an end to his duty... it certainly helps with the image. He and Evangeline came first, the strongest Immortals forged by the greatest challenges. The rest of this mess grew up around them Immortals spawning Houses, a cancer metastasizing around the Ring's prison.
Sten let his mind relax. These days it was always relaxed, but he could relax it further. The world changed color, slightly. He looked blankly at Evangeline. She was pretty. Clarissa was pretty as well, but he'd always thought Eva was the prettiest. Fair and golden and bright.
Is this another fucking Fairbright? Sorry, not accepting any substitutes for Aristeia! Interesting how the word choice reflects his voluntary degeneration, Sten's recycling adjectives, calling everyone pretty. Watching his mental state change throughout the chapter's cool.
"Sten," Evangeline addressed him, not unkindly. She beckoned. "Come here, would you?"

"I'm not to move," he grimaced.

Still, he shifted slightly, the stained-glass spill of his Outer Shadow shifting alongside him, casting the Innermost Temple into starkly different hue. The world trembled, groaning with the strain of even that modest exertion. Atlas... shrugged, he thought to himself, and could not help the smirk that overtook him at that familiar joke.
See, from Sten's perspective we understand this, everybody's got old and well-worn jokes they can return to put a smile on their face at need. From the inside of his head the Eldest's no mystery, merely a man buckling beneath the weight of time. The rest of the Immortals just see Quiet Sten smirking for no particular reason.
"You may need to," Eva said seriously, "And take back in the Outer Shadow. This R-type has grown with unprecedented speed. Not ten days ago he was barely at the level of a Knight, now he's grown to surpass the High Marshals. Potentially he could challenge some of our number directly. Clarissa says her youngest grand-niece has joined him, and the civilians are under his thrall. Unlike other R-types, he won't lack for support. You... you may need to fight again, Sten. I'm sorry."
Even with the Accursed's protections they're not completely blind to the threat Hunger's trajectory poses. Evangeline's framing does make me appreciate just how utterly absurd his advancement has been, less a growth curve and more a growth cliff. And huh, Clarissa & Larissa. Does the latter have a complex about being named to curry favor with her Immortal great-aunt? It's amusing to see the dynamic between Gisena and Larissa echoed by Evangeline and Clarissa, though. Can't compete with a Sorceress or a Fairbright! The way Evangeline's apologizing for the necessity and her sheer reluctance, though... it's more concerning than any blurb. She's acting like asking this of Sten is unputting nuclear launch codes.
"Was always willing to fight," he said slowly. "Just... didn't want to hurt them. The small ones." Trouble with mice is you always kill 'em.
Of Mice and Men, check. Sten's not Lennie, though, he'll be more dangerous if he actually does know his own strength.
Evangeline laid a gentle hand against his brow. "Oh, Sten. You most of all deserve to live. I wish we could give you a thousand years, a million years more."
This doesn't seem to be manipulation, just love and pity blurring into some bittersweet emotion. How many children have they had together over the centuries, in his diminished state or otherwise?
"Kind of you to say," he replied, "But I'm already half-dead."

He had been more, once, more than this sad quiet spectator with the weight of the world on his Shadow. Had ruled, had been the velvet glove and the mailed fist, Plerion's hard right hand and then his successor. Sometimes he regretted the look in Plerion's eyes, the light fading slowly as he strangled him. Et tu, Brute?
So that's a bit of a wham line, though not one spoken aloud. I wasn't sure that Plerion was lurking in the Immortals' ranks under a false name, but the repeated quotations from his Sayings had me considering the idea.
He regretted the look, but never the strangling. Motherfucker. Slow as his thoughts had become, he would never be so weak, so contemptible as to regret that. Sten shivered. It hurt to remember, live knives in his marrow.
I absolutely love the glimpses of history we're getting here. Just as Sten compels the Ring to send him visions of stories from Old Terra, we're peering into his past. Stenallon and Evangeline overthrew the Ring-Lord alongside Plerion. Who knows how many companions fell alongside them, but judging from Hunger's history with overthrowing an overlord it probably wasn't zero. Their victory achieved, they set about building their promised paradise. What happened then? The innovator whose cunning gave them the Vise and the Star-Forges seems to have turned into a tyrant, catalyzing their betrayal, and without his ingenuity their society stagnated. But what did he actually do that was beyond his comrades' ability to countenance? What atrocity could have spurred them to take such drastic action?

The only thing I can think of, is attempting to take up the Ring. Talking about 'liberty being no excuse for disorder' gives me, uh, strongly tyrannical vibes? They didn't overthrow one Ring-Lord just to allow another to rise to power. It does beg the question of whether this is the most efficient method of exploiting the Ring of Time, however. Could its true bearer grant immortality more freely, working in harmonious union with the artifact as Hunger does? And how well-known is Plerion's murder anyway? Not very, if classified documents have quotations from his Sayings in the header. Must be quite a shock for anyone elevated to the Council when they learn the truth. Perhaps the Immortals alone know? How much authority the former body actually has is another question, Larissa's a former councilor and weak (in multiple senses) despite her status. Trace political power far enough upstream and you'll inevitably find someone in possession of personal power.
He dissociated again, Eva and Clare and all the others dimming, fading away, the world sloughing away to reveal the beautiful past once more. His Shadow cradled the Ring in Plerion's Vise and it screamed at his grotesque clumsiness. But then, it was always screaming. What were his ministrations atop of that chorus.
Curious that the scream seems distinct from the Call, persisting after the latter's abated. The other Immortals don't seem bothered by this, though perhaps the guard rotation allows them to drown themselves in hedonism when off-duty. Since Sten's Shadow seems essential to the Ring's containment, he'd always be part of the half-strength Immortal Regiment (heh) deployed in the Innermost, literally living in the torture chamber they call a Temple. Still, Clarissa's described as talking 'pertly' later on, and none of the nameless others are bothered at all. Does the Ring just reserve particular ire for the one who assisted in overthrowing its original bearer? But Evangeline's there too, they've both got the Worldkeeper epithet, so why isn't she affected? Or perhaps she is and just has fucking stratospheric Heartlessness...
Show me more, he demanded. Show me old Terra again. Tell me a story, Ring of Time. Make this have all been worth it.

And it did, for he was not its master, but he was its gaoler, and that was enough, power enough to matter.
For some reason this part gave me chills. The sheer evocative thrill of these two lines, the torturer almost imploring his victim to give him the reprieve that the Ring's been denied. Time can't upend the hourglass entirely - or at least not in its current state - but it can cast its gaze back through the gulf of what must be millennia separating the present from Earth-That-Was.
Sten smiled brightly, for this was a story it hadn't told before. A story it had kept from him, but no longer had the strength to conceal... or, perhaps, a story that pleased the Ring to reveal to him. He could feel a semblance of contentment, of bitter powerless hope, between its screams.

Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo.

For a while he lost himself in the reverie, the dreamlike fugue of old Terra, candlelight and discarded scraplings, a sheaf unmoored in time. It was a thin, pale substitute for a life lived fully, and yet in some ways more wonderful, brighter and truer still.
...I broke out laughing here. If there was ever any doubt that the Ring was sapient, this puts the debate to rest for good: it's got jokes. And also a sensory interface deeper than mere text or VR, Sten's living the story. Anything to escape himself and the world, however fleetingly. A brief moment beyond the reach of pain, not that the Ring's afforded the same mercy. They can't cut power every second Sunday to let it rest if that'd destabilize the Dimensional Vortex, but I doubt they tried too hard. Anyway, this is a very useful capability for intelligence acquisition. Can Sten command the Ring to show him more specific stories? The Ring might not cooperate, there's only so much obedience the threat of force can compel when it's suffering already. But on the hand of a proper Ringbearer? It'll be interesting.
The tale came to its conclusion. The world revisited him.
Wording of the final sentence is interesting. Sten doesn't return to the world; the world returns to him. He's not a Titan, but the Outer Shadow makes him vast in vaguely analogous ways, the bowl of his might overflowing into reality in a manner similar to Titanic Emanations. Fitting, for someone called Worldkeeper.
"-Sten? Sten!"

"I'm back," he nodded blearily, and his Shadow did not move.

"Sten," Evagenline said, "I'm afraid we'll need to call upon you. The real you."
Judging by the events that transpire later, 'afraid' is the right word.
"I know," he said. In a way he'd always known. Not the date, but the time.
Is this a side effect of regularly communing (if you can call it that) with the Ring? Some kind of instinct for the future? Also, possession of the Ring of Time explains how they have so many oracles and analysts, I called the nature of the Ring after reading Crimson Flare's poem but that penny hadn't quite dropped.
"We need him back. Not Quiet Sten, but Stenallon the Eldest, Stenallon the Worldkeeper once more. Just for a little bit. Just to take care of this R-type. And then you can go back to your stories."

He smiled, and for the first time today his smile was cold, and bitter, and wise. "Is that what you think they are? 'My stories?'"
They'd do well to remember it's Sten's Wits that are splattered all across the room in the form of the Outer Shadow, not his Wisdom. The nature of his self-inflicted diminishment is interesting; by placing the majority of himself outside his body Sten dissipates his cognition, separating his soul from his brain. I wonder if Arthur could've invented a similar technique, if circumstances somehow conspired to make that a good idea? It doesn't seem to be diminishing Sten's raw Int, though he himself admits it's average, just severely reducing the bandwidth available to think and consequently parse the screams. It wouldn't do anything to his Willpower or Wisdom. He knows when stories he's reading were written; of all the Immortals, he probably knows the most about the expanse that lies outside their insular realm. And they call Evangeline 'Grand Oracle'.
She took a step back, swallowing slightly. Why did they all pretend at humanity, when the inhuman lay at their heart? Was it possible they heard not?
The Telltale Heart, check. To take a stab at Sten's unspoken rhetorical question: habit, mostly? Why wouldn't they pretend at humanity, they're surrounded by humans and acknowledging the atrocity at the heart of their civilization wouldn't be psychologically advantageous! Or does he think Evangeline's fear is literal pretense? The question of whether the other Immortals hear the scream's a good one, and she's the likeliest to of all of them.
He frowned. No, there was another one, better suited to this situation...

"Flowers for Algernon," he finally said.

"I'm sorry?"
Man, she's Sten's lover and minder and comrade of old, but she doesn't actually know the man he's become that well, does she? Nobody can, not when he's been slowly chewing his way through all the classics. In a less dire world he could've just camped out in a bookstore somewhere, been a librarian rather than a Worldkeeper.
"Forget it," He shook his head. The Outer Shadow began to recede, color and friction crawling back into him, kaleidoscope sprawl compacting and condensing until all of it was wrapped up around him once more, sharp blades of armor like a destroyer's wreath entombing him.

And with that compression came his mind, his full mind, thoughts far-flung no longer, yolk and white spun together and returned to the egg unharmed. A miracle.
This feels like it'd make for some great art, the egg and mosaic metaphors for Sten's mind make this easy to visualize. No wonder he refers to himself as half dead when his brains are strewn across the Innermost!
The light of one's soul was not meant to exist so far from the form, and certainly not for so long. All the tiresome lucubrations of his well-oiled mind sprang back into motion. Despite his vaunted cleverness, he'd never been much of a strategist, but even base cunning was handy in a brawl. They'd needed it all - Plerion's artifice, Evangeline's foresight, his quickness of body and mind - to bring down the Ring-Lord and his unnatural reign. To build anew in the ashes of that carnage, transmuting life and joy from the terrible font of its power. But a Ring of Power could not be contained without cost. Time, with a gift of tears.
Atalanta in Calydon, by a man named Algernon. Is Sten doing subconscious free-association with his aforementioned celerity? Interesting to see the components of the band of heroes that began this mess, Evangeline the strategist and Sten as the tip of the spear. He comes across as an unstoppable behemoth here though, not a lightning bruiser. Hunger's actually faster than him by a hair. 'Unnatural' is a strange adjective, but maybe fitting if democratizing death was part of their objective in the first place. An equal span for everyone, rather than the Ring-Lord's favored servants gifted life everlasting and his enemies crumbling to dust? Only problem is that somebody's got to stick around and make sure things don't collapse...
With his shadow retracted, the Vise was unstable. Three of the Immortals moved together to replace him, each at one vertex of a triangle around the Vise. Already the strain wore at them. They were too young and would succumb before long. Should have taken it easier on you. After all, I'm only fighting women and children.
Hah, the Atlas analogy was on point, Sten sustains the entire Temple through his strength and self-sacrifice. By holding the Vise closed he's effectively supporting the world on his shoulders. No wonder he's lauded as a hero by them, you could get some great propaganda out of this. The other Immortals just aren't strong enough, which makes me wonder how he could've served as Plerion's right hand when the whole setup collapses if he steps away for too long. But Plerion invented the Vise, so maybe the process was more streamlined back in the day. The Star-Forges have engineers to maintain them, but killing of a Fëanor-tier artificer is risky if you're going to run your entire civilization on the Silmarils.

The Temple's a much more precarious edifice than it purports itself to be. We knew that, but the degree's kind of shocking. In Evangeline's shoes I would've attempted to get Sten away from the scream for long stretches, arranging rotating shifts of Immortals to cover for him and trying to cultivate their souls so Sten's not quite so load-bearing. But she's not an idiot, so presumably she tried all that and more. Yet here they are anyway. I also can't seem to place this quote, searching just leads me back here. Could be from Sten's own past during the War of the Ring.
No matter. He closed his gauntlet into a fist, felt the fluted glass scraping and grinding against itself. It could not come close to drowning out the scream, not with his mind returned, but it was a different tenor of sound, one he found he'd long missed.
What's Sten's actual Soul Evocation, anyway? The stained glass shards grinding against each is a good fit for a shattered ruin of a hero, but nerfing himself by spreading out his soul can't be an intended use case for the... Broken Kaleidoscope. Physical and mental speed as one effect fits, but it's a little - straightforward, to be the only thing one's soul does? Can he buff allies or puppet enemies by stuffing his Outer Shadow inside them? Temptation to make juvenile jokes about his relationship with Evangeline aside, it looks like a mosaic-themed A.T. Field. Guess we should be glad we're not fighting him alongside Eva at full power. The other Immortals are barely even relevant, but individually they would've been two to three pick fights without the Sea of Nullity. In hindsight, Full Frontal was really risky.
Despite it all, it was good to be back, though he knew the scream would soon have him regretting it. Gods, I was strong.
Game of Thrones, obviously. But this line is from the show, from which we can deduce that mastery of the Ring of Time is indistinguishable from an HBO subscription. And we want to give this artifact to Gisena?
The Immortals clustered around him, waiting with baited breath, eyes eager but wary. Stenallon gazed back in disbelief. He'd looked at them often enough these past centuries, but with his mind in that wretched state he'd never really seen them. These so-called immortals. They'd known what they were doing, asking this of him. They knew the risks involved. How dire was the hour that they would do so anyway? What had come rapping at their chamber door?
Poor fuckers, how many of them were even alive the last time Quiet Sten regained his full faculties? It's been centuries at least, some of these people likely grew up being taught that this man was the backbone of their civilization, epitomizing civil service and self-sacrifice. However hard time has been on their illusions, his myth would've endured. Familiarity may breed contempt, but nobody's actually familiar with Stenallon Worldkeeper. They're like Knights gathered around Arthur recumbent in Avalon, calling on the hero to save them in their civilization's darkest hour. Whatever torture they're complicit in and rumors they've heard you have to forgive them their hope, the eagerness to see the legend come to life. But Sten did this for a reason, and they're about to learn why.
A single R-type, that was slightly stronger, than some of then.
Should be them.
He ran his eyes across them once more, saw their hesitation, their craven wills, the pitiful depth of their cowardice, their desperate clinging to life, and wondered why he should save them. Do not call up.
...what you cannot put down. Though ouch, you can feel his despair and disappointment, the disgust with what he's created. Not even a worthy opponent to distract him from the scream. They woke him for this? Is this what's become of all their efforts, all the agony heaped upon the Ring, a cost so deeply sunk it must be burrowing its way into hell? Is this the legacy of Plerion? It's obvious why he looks to the Ring for stories and turns his face from the world he's charged with keeping: reality is fucking disappointing. That's a feeling I suspect many of us can empathize with.
"Well?" He barked, and half their number stepped back in fear. "Who am I to kill that none of you were worthy of the honor?"

Eva trembling approached him and softly took his hand. "Sten... I'm so, so sorry. We need to wait for it to attack. We can't split our forces against this foe. He feeds off the beaten, each victory propelling him higher. If we're not careful, he'll be a match even for you. We just need to-"
It? Way to dehumanize the opposition, Eva. Do they even know Hunger's name? Well, of course not, not even he does! Part of me wants to go for the chaff just to draw things out, get more information about these almost-certainly doomed characters, talk to Evangeline and Sten. But as always, time burns. We seem to have outscaled and bypassed the Council but I remain curious about Crowelenarch.
"Wait and hope," he cut in, smiling miserably. Of course it had waited until the pivotal moment to show him that particular tale. What perfect timing. It actually thought that he was going to lose. He, who with Plerion had brought the Ring to heel. Perhaps he would capture this R-type, give their poor Faria a Dantes of his own.
The aftermath of Crimson Flare continues to provide more pathos than I thought possible for an inanimate object. Of course the Ring of Time would have impeccable timing. Capturing Hunger's not feasible, in the long run the Apocryphal Curse would fuck them over alongside us, but I wonder if this is more than a passing sentiment. If it is, we might be able to exploit Sten going non-lethal? Too bad for the Temple they don't have a second Vise on hand to harness the Ring of Blood.
"Wait, and hope," he repeated. "And I'm to listen to the scream the whole while. Because all of you are too weak to do what must be done. And what if the R-type waits as well? Waits until the scream grinds me down and the only ones left are," he scoffed, "you lot?"
Presumably he reverts to what's become his default form and Evangeline sacrifices another kid or wakes him some other way? He's quoting Dumas' so-called sum of all human wisdom again, knowing there's no god that'll save them, not when he's the one they turned to for deliverance. Hunger could empathize with this in a vacuum. Why do they have to call on him to solve their problems, why can it not be literally anyone else? In the Immortals' case they don't have destiny's dictates to justify themselves, just the same statistics the thread pays lip service to until it's time to fly headlong into the latest fire.
"They don't know how the scream affects you," Clarissa said pertly, "And they've been evacuating the civilians with some urgency. We believe they're on a timer as well-"
Learn to read the room, Clarissa, I expected better from a Grand Analyst. Sten actually knowing her name is a sign of her age and relevance, she's not as expendable as the others. If Evangeline gave her a script, presumably she went off it. The passage of time might've dulled her memories of his mentality since he's spent so long being quiet and harmless.
"You believe," he sneered. He grabbed her by the skull, ignoring Eva's protestations, and began to squeeze. She whimpered but it was nothing compared to the scream. She marshaled her soul and struck at him but it was like beating fists against stone.
Whoa, okay, it's teamkilling time? Somehow I didn't expect this sudden transition to violence on the first pass, Sten struck me as unstable but not on the verge of a murderous rampage.
He dashed her against the ground, Temple trembling at the force, and barely held back from finishing her.
You can justify a lot of violence by comparing everything to the scream, amusing how Hunger uses the same logic.
"You believe that I'm your salvation. You believe that my strength still has purpose. Did I dement myself for no reason? I can hardly stand the sight of any of you, let alone myself!"

"I believe," he enunciated carefully, "that we deserve this. In fact we deserve much more. I just have to hear the scream and I can barely tolerate myself, let alone the likes of you. Have you thought about the one that's actually making it?"
It's a good question, the scream doesn't seem to affect them as much? Or at all, really, which ties into my earlier speculation about what the hell's going on in Evangeline's head.
"Even so," Eva said. "Even so, you'll protect us. Just as you protected us from yourself. Because it's what you've always done. It's who you are. You saved us from Plerion and all the trials that came after. If you want to take our lives, you're wholly in your rights to do so. But-"
A plea to remember the past, made to someone who lives in it. Eva doesn't know what's going on in Sten's head these days, but she knows who he used to be, and as it turns out? That's enough.
"YOU'RE FUCKING COWARDS!" He roared. "One R-type, not even as strong as Eva, and you're cowering here in the Innermost? Did Plerion die for this?"
To be fair, Sten's got a point, especially since he doesn't know about Gisena's Ultimate. If they moved and fought as a team and took care to guard their weakest members they would dispatch Hunger without too much fuss. But if the Immortals weren't crippled by cowardice and internecine strife, drowning in the accumulated drama of their millennial vigil, they wouldn't be themselves.
Silence. One man spoke up at last, words sharp and rapid. "One does not live to ten thousand years by taking undue risk-"

He grabbed the speaker by the neck and wrung him until he went still. Who was this? One of his children by Eva? Someone else?
Not only does Sten not know his comrades' names, he doesn't even recognize his own child? I guess this confirms that Eva's been coupling with him in his half-dead state. I thought it was strange that the other Immortals weren't named, but it makes sense with Sten as the point of view for this interlude. He must've been like this for a long time for Eva and Clare to be the only ones he thinks of as more than scenery.
It didn't matter. He placed the man's head beneath his greave and pressed. The coward flailed at him. Unusual strength - one of his spawn after all. He pressed slightly harder and the coward's head popped.
What staggering fucking irony, that displaying the glimmer of courage required to speak up got this man killed. Thousands of years of life, rising to the apex of his civilization presumably on merits beyond just nepotism, since I can't imagine being Sten and Evangeline's kid is enough to qualify for Immortality, and his mother sacrifices him to guilt his father into defending their interests again. The latter doesn't even know his name, so neither do we. Just... oof.
Stenallon sighed contentedly. One torturer dead.

For a moment the scream seemed to abate, though it would return later with twofold force. The only solution was to keep going, but he could not.
So the scream's been steadily eroding Stenallon's sanity over the centuries. A long play from the Ring of Time, wearing away at the mentally weakest link in their little band, the one who had the most cognitive space to consider the scream and its ramifications, which it gives him temporary relief from as an incentive to continue. Impressive cunning from an artifact that's supposedly lost its will to resist. Sten may have even done this before, presumably in the incident that triggered his self-imposed exile from reality.
Eva swallowed tightly, eyes red. "That was our-"

"Our son. One of them. Whatever, we can always make more."
From not wanting to hurt the small ones to filicide. Quite a transformation rousing Sten's wrought.
Cautiously she met his eyes. "So... you'll do it? You'll protect us again?"

He pulled her beside. It made his skin crawl, but the familiar warmth was good, as well. "I can only ever be what time has made me."
Well. Gambit successful, I guess? If you've read Bakker, this reminds me Oinaral sacrificing himself to wake Oirûnas from his Dolour, it's just as bleakly compelling a scene. It's also an amazingly cold maneuver from someone speculated to be a Fairbright, but there's more to a person that their surname.

Anyway, Sten's too deeply lodged in his rut to change course now, to do what he thinks is moral in the moment would be a refutation of all that's come before. Overthrowing the Ring-Lord, betraying Plerion, all the love and loss of his long life. He hates himself, but in keeping with his earlier thoughts refuses to regret his actions. He's desperate for everything he's done to be worth it. Having added one more atrocity to the pile just gives him fresh resolve, all according to Evangeline's plan. And so A Farewell to Arms ends with him taking them up once again.

What a gloriously tragic trainwreck. In other news, interludes continue to be fucking superb and you should write more of them. This might be my favorite update if not for the Accursed's appearance in the opening.

3384 words, written the day after the update.

@formalAI No veto invoked, pleasure doing business with you:

[X] The Ring of Power - Avenger - 7 Arete
[X] Treachery
 
RIP honing, switching to ring.

[X] The Ring of Power - Dominion - 2 Arete
[X] The Ring of Power - Preeminence - 7 Arete
[X] The Ring of Power - Hateful Might
[X] Treachery

Passion should boost our ability to use emotional manipulation to drive him insane, while hateful might helps with actually killing him. The man's somewhat suicidal already, so inflicting wounds of extreme agony should help accelerate the decline.

My problem with Avenger is I don't think it'll apply often enough to be useful.
 
[X] Hero-Defeating Stance
[X] Fierce Quickening
[X] Forebear's Blade - Echo of the Forebear
[X] Feat - Knife
[X] Age
 
Current vote count?

That's a good idea! The more followers we have the more cargo we can merchant... Moreover, I wonder if we could take Ennobled and trained folks out of the Voyaging Realm without any mechanisms activating at all -- it's not like we'd use Voyaging Realm magic for that, after all.

Hunger and Gisena's Easy Voyaging Trade Company helmed by Duchess Letrizia Artriez will be crushed by the forces of Empire for threatening their hegemony!

What a gloriously tragic trainwreck. In other news, interludes continue to be fucking superb and you should write more of them. This might be my favorite update if not for the Accursed's appearance in the opening.

Thanks! They're time-consuming to write compared to general updates, and also frequently don't advance the plot, but I do enjoy composing them. Maybe if I slow down the pace of updates it'll be easier to find the time!
 
Tally incoming:
Adhoc vote count started by Conjured Blade on Jul 7, 2020 at 9:01 PM, finished with 512 posts and 60 votes.
 
[X] Evening Sky - Opalescence
Defensive parameters!

[X] Age
I do not think that Treachery would work on Quiet Sten even after killing his wife. Also I am not too sure on Hunger's people skills outside of companions right now.
 
[X] The Ring of Power - Dominion - 2 Arete
[X] The Ring of Power - Preeminence - 7 Arete
[X] The Ring of Power - Hateful Might
[X] Treachery


I'd rather spend no Arete and pivot towards an Evening Sky EFB, but if we're going to be spending it I'd rather put it towards a future Ring. Also, I highly doubt that there is a thematically better time to take Preeminence: Passion.
 
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