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The decision was made, the bargain complete. He felt the weight of each Curse settle upon him like a leaden shroud. But alongside came a spark of power, swift and irrepressible, coursing through nerve and vein, awakening some part of the Hero that had been. Sublime electricity like a held breath, like the stillness before a storm, skin of the world so paper thin that with a fingertip's exertion he could brush through, touch the capillary-walls of the weft between realms.
He was not fully restored. Nowhere near the fullness of his power, still but a shadow of the man that he was, soul and memory tattered with holes. That was the cost in selfhood that he'd burned to strike down the overlord.
But it was strength enough to start again, and with strength came even a dull flicker of hope.
He was once a normal human. Throughout his adventures he achieved true strenght, and then sacrificed it on the altar of his cause. And now, after he was but a shadow of the hero he once was, he's getting some of his power back, and the promise of MUCH MORE in time.
It must feel really good for him. This is where he starts again.
When entire world had abandoned him, this being - cosmic monster, impossible horror, whatever it was - had reached out its hand. Whatever its reasons or timing, it alone had given him a chance. Had offered respite, or vengeance, to a tool so thoroughly expended that even the dim shadow of a future had seemed a faraway dream. He would not forget, that every tomorrow onward was possible only because of this being today.
"Thank you," he said, as it turned to leave. "I'll pay you back one day."
The Accursed raised an eyebrow, slight amusement in its eye. "See that you do."
Somehow he felt, despite the vast gulf between them - transcendent overbeing and depleted wretch - that those parting words were no cosmic transaction, but merely an agreement between men.
..I wonder, just how much accursed favour would one need to simply have a chat with him? asking him about his ideals, his story, triumphs and regrets..
The Accursed feels very human at times, and every human needs someone to confide in. Maybe he has a few trusted people among his high cursebearers?
And then the Accursed was gone, the world resuming its mundane pace, footsteps thudding outside his door. Soldiers come to collect his presumptive corpse.
He inhaled deeply, the tug of the Geas like a hook through his chest, and let it carry him forward, to another world than this.
Plenty of time for sentimentality if he survived. In the meantime there were other debts to pay. And these would not be so pleasant. To fulfill the mission of his vengeance, the first step was simple.
Live, and grow strong.
...come on, not even a "I'll Be Back!" before disappearing?!
There was no jarring transition. Barely had the impression of passage touched him before he arrived. He was standing on a hill of green grass under blue skies. The sun was stark and brilliant, a mailed fist of light bearing down. A breeze was blowing, cool and soothing but with the faintest scent of charcoal. He raised a hand to cover his eyes and took his bearings.
The mission of his Geas unfurled in his mind, the task upon which he'd wagered his life.
Conquer at least nine-tenths of the Human Sphere and rule for a period of no less than fifty contiguous years. Time limit: twenty-five hundred years.
He was unused to rulership, and his first attempts at politics would have killed him were it not for the Accursed's intercession. It would be a change of pace, to say the least.
Human Sphere. It implies there might be other races, other "Spheres" in this world. also damn, 2500 years!
At least we can take some time to learn the situation.
I really wonder just who decides this quests though. It's not the Accursed, but then who is it? Who profits from this?
Also just what kind of quests does the Accursed himself gets?
But how much at all remained of the man he'd been? His name, his titles, half the memories that comprised his identity had been burned from his soul in the final conflagration of his battle with the Tyrant. He recalled that he had come from Earth, a planet of sophisticated technology, born in a land of the far East... or was it the far West? He had been a schoolboy, on the precipice of manhood. He had stumbled into a glade. The contours of his mundane life remained, but its details slipped like raindrops through his fingers.
All those memories he'd sacrificed in order to hold more tightly onto what truly mattered. The names and faces of those who'd fought besides him. Who'd given themselves so that he could live, shell of a man that he was. Those he'd befriended. Those he'd admired. And those he had loved.
He would seek vengeance for them, and for himself. Whatsoever architects had engineered the misery inherent to their lives, he would cast them down. No matter how high their thrones, how unassailable their power, he would not rest until they lay broken before him. And he would bring back all who had died to the Tyrant, when he was strong enough to keep them safe. There would be power enough even for that, someday. Power enough and more, if he was to someday keep his promise to his benefactor.
Someday. If he survived. If he completed this mission, and all the missions before him. So he was to be a tyrant? So be it. But the time for deliberation had passed.
Eh, in this multiverse nothing is forever. One day he might even recover his lost memories if he cares enough for them. He probably won't at that point though, he's no longer the teenager he once was anyway.
There were more pressing concerns. A short sharp bark behind him, unnaturally loud, and he whirled to see a pack of armored creatures loping towards him, hyena-like mouths tasting the air. The frontmost pair charged, leaping forward with uncanny coordination, fangs bared and slavering.
Casually he adjusted his stance. The creature on his left sailed harmlessly by as he drove his bare fist into the one on his right. Its chest all but disintegrated, the shock of his strike describing a perfect circle of sky where its torso once was.
He twisted, reaching back with his hand to grab the first creature by the scruff, hurled it with catapult force into the ranks of its fellows, and leapt, falling like cannon fire into their midst. The force of those twin impacts sent the beasts into brief disarray, and he killed swiftly as they gathered, slaying three more before the pack regained its cohesion. Retreating slightly, they coalesced around him with an easy, dauntless fluidity, the dozen disjoint appendages of a single mind.
He'd never found any enjoyment in killing the Tyrant's men, offering surrender when practical. But he'd no such compunctions about the Tyrant's monsters. Despite himself, the once-hero smiled. It'd been too long since he'd killed something properly.
How quickly we found ourselves thrust into conflict! I could very well see us dying here if we took the Sword, ESPECIALLY if we also took intensify.
They sprang at him again, a whirlwind of fang and claw, but he swung his palm outward, neatly bisecting the creatures at his front, and shoulder-checked his way to the other side of their perimeter. Encirclement broken, the rest turned to flee. They didn't get far.
Supplies would be a factor, he mused. He wondered if these monsters were edible. But their bodies dissolved quickly, melting away in the few brief minutes of his scrutiny. Likely not edible, though it was unclear how exactly his status as a Cursebearer had altered his physiology.
oh, they dissolve just like this? This reminds me of Rwby's Grimms. Or most videogame mobs I guess.
A second pack approached, larger in numbers, though little more bothersome than the first. Still it seemed wise to track down and eliminate the source of these creatures before he began to tire. As he crested another hill, he could faintly make out a city on the horizon, smoke in countless tendrils twisting upwards from its walls. Grand spires of white stone jutted upwards from the fortifications.
Looming above were two grander figures still. The first was an wurm-like monster covered in armor plates, towering and vast, its top a grotesque cross of dragon and jackal, lower half a single muscular tail. It was locked in the throes of battle with a vaguely humanoid abomination, bipedal and armored as well.
A pang struck him at the sight of that second giant, as if the marrow in his bones had gained magnetic charge, pulling like a pointer hound in its direction. There was an affinity between them, not that of friends, not quite allies, but... a sense of camaraderie, as if in all of the vast, lonely universe they were the only two of their kind.
ah, the affliction-powered robot. I remember that one.
[ ] Humanitarian Efforts - The city is being pillaged or simply butchered by that creature's spawn. It appears to be struggling against its opponent, so there should be no need for you to intervene. Save as many lives as possible, rescue and evacuate civilians from the city and cull the ranks of the creature's horde. Best keep your distance from both abominations until you learn more. You don't quite trust this unnatural affinity. [+Charisma]
[ ] Cut Off The Head - The wurm-beast shares too many similarities with the hyena-creatures that attacked you for this chain of events to be a coincidence. Likely it sent those hunting packs because it could sense whatever link exists between you and its opponent. If it so badly desires to be your enemy, you will oblige. Though you wouldn't be confident against a monster of that scale at your current strength, you should at least be able to avoid becoming collateral damage. And it has little attention to spare for the likes of you. Helping your... comrade kill it should address the root of the problem.
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mh... If we have Hunger, fighting the strongest enemy would likely mean quicker progression. On the other hand a +Charisma when we already have the Tyrant's Doom's malus is something that should really not be ignored.
Not essential if we get Gisena though.
This was a highly contested vote, but after reviewing everything the King's Scepter faction had an substantial lead in fanworks. Please decide the nature of your final build. You will meet any companions shortly (would have been present for the first battles with Sword, but Scepter crushes them easily).
In the hero's estimation he is still far from his peak, but his current strength is very respectable. Roughly equal to his power halfway through his journey against the Tyrant, more than enough to subdue a force of hundreds with his bare hand. Your decision below may modify this.
Rip Praxis, I never knew you.
[ ] King of Sorcerers - Expansive versatility at the cost of some direct power.
Seven Seals, Gisena Allria, Retinue, Forebear's Blade
*The most popular elements in one build
*Numerous sources of Curse mitigation
*Ability to bring in Retinue members and capitalize on character-unique synergies across Seals, Null Sorcery, and any magics or special technologies present here
*Powerful active defense and counterattack potential. Great utility from Seals.
*Direct offense slightly lacking.
I still regret Battle Magic losing. Sure, it's hard capped, but It's unlikely we would have reached that limit soon anyway, and abusing Rules As Written can be pretty fun.
I Really like Retinue, I'm not completely sure about Forebear's blade. Gisena is a must. Seven Seals... as I already said I don't really like it much.
Also I know Gisena, Hunger and Accretion win, so I know this plan lost.
[ ] Twice-Great - Magus-knight and apprentice.
Seven Seals, Caethlynn of Amarlt, Hunger, Forebear's Blade
*Pay forward the Accursed's gift.
*Advance rapidly with Hunger, use the fruits of that growth to improve your seals of enhancement. Use said seals on yourself and Catherine to produce two formidable combatants. She scales as you do, and Hunger scales quickly.
*Catherine with your buffs is a superior physical force, while you retain the utility of sealing for support and counter-utility.
*Decent mitigation with the Forebear's Blade.
*Would be awfully convenient if one needed a spare pilot for some form of biomechanical abomination.
It lacks Gisena. Hard Pass.
Getting a Pilot for the giant robot is admittedly tempting though.
[ ] Luna Conquerer
Accretion, Gisena Allria, Hunger, Forebear's Blade
*The highest synergy of the popular Accretion elements
*Very high power, but somewhat lacks proactive utility. Accretion + Hunger + Forebear's Blade allows for a rapid rate of advance which means easier access to findross for Gisena if you can figure out the method.
*Strong through every stage of early, mid, and late game, so long as you have straightforward challenges.
*Accretion gives some natural resistance to the Apocryphal Curse which Gisena can also mitigate
Ah, so here it is. The winner. I'm not 100% convinced by Forebear's blade, but I suppose that if we're going to progress mostly through fighting it makes sense to also acquite loot drops. Shame it doesn't get Retinue though.
Also there's REALLY no love for the Prolessarch. Liches are cool, as Nameless' extrusion could say to you.
But yeah, I'd probably have voted for this one, or maybe King of Sorcerers. If only we had one more lesser remittance to add Retinue here... A Scaling Gisena means Scaling curse mitigation after all!
Sure, we can probably find other ways to boost her, but giving her a fourth of a Progression type's progression speed? Very few things could keep up with that, especially long term!
[ ] Muscle Wizard
Accretion, Intensify, Retinue, Relinquishment
*The ultimate option, the destined path
*Just look at the thread tags
*Use Intensify to magnify the power of Accretion while narrowing its scope...
*Allows the power of Accretion to be applied to one's body itself, at the cost of locking it otherwise. Grants a broad and powerful defense against esoteric and mundane attacks.
*The hero's missing bodyparts make his body more unique and recognizable, and thus most suited to this unique path.
*Lategame, uses Retinue synergies to magnify his training in the pursuit of supreme perfection of body.
*Retains the fighting style he displays in this update, though with higher parameters when he gets serious (otherwise, this update is just the hero fooling around)
*Very powerful early and late, but weak midgame. Will more effectively complete present objectives.
*Extremely degenerate
There were gonna be a few other votes, like the hero's pseudonym and logistical issues, but we'll sort those out when they come up.
...what is this? just
what the fuck is this? You
degenerates! Who'd be so sick to vote for this?
Isn't it enough that our cursebear has to bear these curses for near eternity? You'd also condemn him to stay a cripple?
And that's without also considering the MUSCLE WIZARD part, that I don't think needs words on my part.
Shame on you all. I thought better of you.