This thing seems beatable. Let's not cut and run at the first opportunity.The noble either doesn't hear the joke in my voice, or doesn't care for it. "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."
"You play boldly," the noble says after a short eternity. My Broken Emissary, that figure of broken glass that so captured my attention in the Foemaster's halls, has drawn his attention as I move it into the middle of a river. "Too boldly. If you do not disguise your movements, your intentions become clear."
I pause, hand still on the Broken Emissary. "True," I answer. "But you can discern my motives just as easily if I hide them or not, and a veil would only complicate matters. Best to go forward and deal with the consequences as they come."
Zhuan Kun's answer isn't words. Instead, it comes with a simple move. A tangle of dark serpents emerges from the forest and makes its way to the river several inches from my Emissary. Once they're in position, Zhuan Kun presses a rune on the snake's base. The all too familiar venomous green light shines from his Storm Serpents before it travels down the river, reaching my Emissary.
"If your actions are not properly disguised," the nobles breathes. "Then the consequences will find you sooner rather than later."
We need to be more subtle with our actions. Assumed everything is being watched. Probably best to try to utilize our teammates more. Maybe that will divide it's attention.I let out a low sigh, but Zhuan Kun isn't done yet. "What's more," he states. "Your lack of obfuscation has made things more difficult for you in future games. Even after the end of this round, I know that you know the import of the Shivering Rapids. I will be able to prepare for your assault, and I will be wary of any future moves you make in their direction. The Rapids are lost to you not just in this game, but in the next as well."
I think that it is possible that whatever causes trouble isn't destroyed, just removed from the loop. So that they might still be alive, just unable to interact with it afterwards.Zhuan Kun considers things before continuing. "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."
The model bent the anam and the power shifted with the image. It did not shatter like the others and it seems like it had some effect on the anam itself.One springs to mind immediately- the Broken Emissary, all fractured planes and broken glass. Picturing the model bends the anam into a familiar pattern, and as the power shifts so does the image.
1. What part of a spirit crush attack screams time anam?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.
Well, if it's any consolation, I did vote for Warhound's Cry.Like theorizing is all well and good and good fun. But its leaves a bad taste in my mouth when everyone is discounting warhounds cry on the basis that this anam is time as if that was a fact.
[X] A fire burning through the forest.
I am very interested what Fire + Time would look like
One springs to mind immediately- the Broken Emissary, all fractured planes and broken glass. Picturing the model bends the anam into a familiar pattern, and as the power shifts so does the image.
The model vanishes beneath the crimson light- but I grab it and twist it until it is no longer shining power but smooth skin. My Autumn Hunter takes form in my mind's eyes- before it fractures into a thousand broken shards. The Ivory Ferryman rushes to take its place before it too breaks. Then the twisted, hunched form grafted to me by Tiaoyue-
"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.
"It does not matter how useful a piece was in the past. In the name of victory, everything can be sacrificed."
"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."
I stare at the Natural Wonder in question. Like the other pieces of terrain, it shines with restrained power, its anam a ruddy red against the wood. Yet as I watch, the glow seems to get brighter, casting the rest of the table in crimson.
"From the start," Zhuan Kun continues. "I was prepared to lose the Sand Nest."
The Sand Nest shines again- and so does the Lurker Within. And the Windcrown. And the Sunvenom Tribe. 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.
Or getting a new form from our puzzle, it's mentioning all the previous ones.
Like theorizing is all well and good and good fun. But its leaves a bad taste in my mouth when everyone is discounting warhounds cry on the basis that this anam is time as if that was a fact. Theres a lot of room for interpretation here and we have, again, been explicitly told that zho doesnt know the nature of this anam.
Now, his eyes show none of that. They are but empty voids that bore into me with a blank, dispassionate pressure.
Kong Zhi: The key to developing powerful and unique techniques suited to you is to find some horrible thing and then ingest it in some manner. Like a malignant spirit, or vestige poison.-and then that image is gone as well, buried beneath the tide. Blindly, I reach out, grasping for another focus as the power strains against my will.
Also because different sources of the same type of Anam feel different, and this whole situation feels very bad. There was a reason why I phrased it as 'this is why I don't think this is Time' and not 'this is a slam dunk argument, checkmate temporaries!'.Counterpoint, if this is recycling time it might feel bad in a 'stagnant' sense.
Like drinking month old milk.
That seems unlikely given that Zhi also returned to his regular human form, something he is incapable of with or without the Fractal View.Or getting a new form from our puzzle, it's mentioning all the previous ones.