- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x] A hound bellowing out a warcry.
Missing a bracket
"It is never a mistake to strive," he answers, taking me completely seriously. "Only cowards avoid battles they may lose. To succeed at anything, one must challenge themselves, even if it's against foes so overwhelming that it seems defeat is inevitable. Only by fighting in those battles can one win those battles."
"The garden requires many things if you wish to prevail," he says. "It requires dedication, commitment, and creativity. But above all else, it requires sacrifice. It requires a knowledge of how to use your pieces to their fullest extent and when to move on when they become more of a cost than a benefit.'
"It does not matter the piece. It does not matter the Wonder. Eventually, everything on the board reaches a point where it costs more to maintain, more to keep than it does to let slip."
"It does not matter how useful a piece was in the past. In the name of victory, everything can be sacrificed."
"Now, excuse me." Zhuan Kun says, his voice steady. "There are people in need of aid within this village, and I stand shield over any who require it." Then he is gone, eye forward as he marches down the path.
There is a pressure coming from the table- no, from Zhuan Kun, one I've never felt from the noble before.
Zhuan Kun's eyes are the most expressive part of his face. They are small, jade chips that show a window into his soul. Where the rest of his face may not move an inch, where his body might as well belong to a statue, his eyes show his feelings, his thoughts, his spirit.
Now, his eyes show none of that. They are but empty voids that bore into me with a blank, dispassionate pressure.
"Our game has been enjoyable in its own way," the figure masquerading as my friend states. "I have enjoyed our time. But every piece reaches the end of its usefulness- and some must be cast aside before they can truly be used."
Pure power pushes against my skin and against my eyes. It is the passing moments, the weight of the ages seeking to invade my body and crush my spirit. My own anam rushes to meet it, tangling together with the invading power and pulling it into my natural rhythm. Anam seethes beneath my skin, threatening to boil me with more power than I've ever held within my body before.
The crimson light spreads across the table, staining everything the color of dried blood. It reaches the edge of the table- and then spreads further.
The table follows us. "Zhuan Kun" gets up and walks away, we follow after him, and yet the table remains within his grasp and close enough we initially mistake the pressure as coming from it.I stare after him- before hurrying to catch up. By the time we are side by side once more, the sound of our footsteps cannot be heard over a steadily growing hum.
It takes me a moment to moisten my lips. There is a pressure coming from the table- no, from Zhuan Kun, one I've never felt from the noble before. "Still, it was a victory for me," I say, words sounding feeble even as I muster them. "And though I may lose the game, I at least took the Sand Nest."
"You did," he replies. His hands are braced on the table
A peak behind the curtain. But only a peak.
Or, you know, it could be because we're, from my reading, cycling an attack that uses Time anam.Counterpoint, if this is recycling time it might feel bad in a 'stagnant' sense.
So, given some of the theories I see going around about this update, did we mess up? If so, how badly?Cycling Check: 10d10s6(1.2) (Kong Zhi's Cycling Technique). Dice Rolled: 10, 10, 10, 10, 8, 8, 6, 5, 5, 4, 7, 6, 4, 1. 10.8, rounded up to 11 Success!
I really dont know why everyone is assuming this is time anam. We have been confirmed by the co-qm that we dont know what type of anam this is.I can't lie a time version of our war cry sounds…very dangerous. I don't want a tech that risks earning us a meeting with Mr rags.
We're assuming it's time anam because, from what I can gather from our previous cycling of time, it seems to represent change. How people, places, and everything change given enough time. The reason time seems so opposed to fate is because of how ridged fate is. Time provides us with different, often contradicting views/feelings when cycling it. Also, the phrase "weight of the ages" brings time to mind.I really dont know why everyone is assuming this is time anam. We have been confirmed by the co-qm that we dont know what type of anam this is.