Day of Independence
Day of Independence

The Marshal slain, Hunger pressed his blade against the dull blue surface of the Inner Ring itself. The substance of the barrier was heavy but ductile, like hyperdense rubber, and resisted the force of his cut, even regrowing parts sheared away. With one leg he anchored himself against the dome and began to saw away in earnest, the blue of his blade-edge and the power of Ruin slowly eroding its resistance.

Where the unveiled Inner Ring met the outside world, a howling torrent of air rushed free, heat and fury as to hurl a normal man from the opening entirely.

With his superhuman constitution Hunger was barely bothered. It did not appear to be a specific defense mechanism, merely the property of some disequilibrium between the Inner and Middle Rings.

At last a man-sized passage was carved open, and he quickly leapt through, the wound in the barrier sealing shut behind him. Inside it was day, the sky within nearly the opposite of the star-shrouded night he had walked in under. Hunger blinked away the glare of their false sun and took in his surroundings. This was a vast and orderly space, countless rows of precision-crafted towers marching to the horizon, their walls inset with runes, interiors aglow with faint blue light. Shops and residences, offices and farms, all were contained within the neatly-arranged structure of this city-spanning grid.

He took off, moving at a pace invisible to the human eye, headed directly for the Temple's center. The power of his Ring had absorbed some measure of the old marshal's fearsome grit, amplifying the force of Hunger's presence alongside the power of his form. The bow-wave of his commands left the common citizens thunderstruck, helpless but to answer his questions despite the obvious intent.

It became clear that the Immortals maintained at least a half-strength guard of the "Treasure" at all times. If they were each substantially above the Marshal he'd slain, then a direct assault would be unfeasible. However, Inner Ring society as a whole was in disarray following the Call's cessation - star-forges across the Temple had to be re-calibrated by a small army of engineers, while investigators dashed frantically about, futily attempting to ascertain the cause behind their "Treasure's" drastic shift in attitude. As for the military forces the Inner Temple, who were divided unequally among the Noble Houses, many were halfway to each other's throats among the chaos and uncertainty. It was every House for itself until the dust settled, but Hunger's arrival presaged a storm.

He moved to harvest what power he could from worthy opponents before he challenged the Immortals. Perhaps along the way he would find some allies of opportunity by exploiting the fault lines in their society; surely there were factions disgruntled by the absolute rule of the current leadership?

Ideally he could defeat the Immortals in detail while half were still scattered, then bait the Ring's remaining guardians into splitting their forces before he executed the decisive strike. Gisena's presence would be critical in suppressing the presumably mighty Soul Evocations of the Immortals themselves, so he had several hours still to ply his deadly trade.

The Houses of the Nobility were obvious to the naked eye, each an artistic masterpiece, frequently of towering scale, their grandeur unbound by the strict orderly lines that contained the common folk. Opulent gardens, personal lakes, or even snow-dusted cliffs surrounded their sprawling estates, within which sheltered mighty families with Marshals and High Marshals in their collective employ. Presented with such obvious targets, Hunger could not help but feast. Before he attacked he offered his terms: submit to his dominion and accept the Imprisoned Ring's departure, or be destroyed.

To his surprise, a few marginalized Houses - including one of substantial influence - actually agreed to raise the banner of rebellion alongside him. The others he put to the sword; surrendering civilians spared and remanded to the custody of his allies. Things went swimmingly, Hunger himself constantly one step ahead of the Inner Temple's Marshals; he reaped a healthy bounty from House security forces and counter-ambushed the Marshals when he was finished. Unfortunately the Immortals had some swifter form of communication and withdrew quickly from the outlying estates, concentrated within the Innermost Temple where they could not be picked off piecemeal.

Larissa Alynne was by far the most influential of the nobles that now sheltered under his banner; her House was primarily motivated by their hatred of the current ruling faction, but she herself had taken to the cause with nearly unseemly valor.

Among mortals she might have been considered beautiful, with rich black locks framing a heart-shaped face, but even her striking eyes of emerald green seemed utterly pedestrian compared to Gisena's own. Longtime exposure to the Sorceress' superhuman beauty had utterly inured him against the mundane.

Undeterred, Larissa pressed against him as they surveyed a map of the situation, her eyes wide and doting.

Hunger grimaced. This particular noblewoman had been won over by his superhuman presence; her assistance was invaluable, but her advances unfortunate. It gave him no pleasure to take advantage of an unrequited infatuation for logistical aid, especially when he'd lectured Letrizia for similar acts in the Sovereignty. Still, the lives of over nine million relative innocents were on the line. He knew well that the the Imprisoned Ring cared not one whit for the welfare of its torturers, but Hunger the man could hardly allow those merely born into this society to die preventable deaths.

"When I remove the Ring, the Dimensional Rift that contains the Inner Temple will destabilize," he said gruffly, detaching his arm from Larissa's grasp. "Before that happens, your forces need to evacuate as many of the civilians as is practical. We have a few hours still before my allies get here. That should be more than enough time for your mightier Soul Evokers to open the way. Organize a steady but efficient evacuation leveraging the superhuman abilities of your troops, and we should be able to extract the vast majority of non-combatants before hostilities begin."

"Of course, dear, it's well within the power of my House," Larissa said, batting her eyelashes at him. "But I'm more concerned for your personal safety! Those tedious Immortals could gang up on you while my personal Marshals are deployed afield."

"Unlikely," he shook his head. "They don't have a good grasp of my capabilities and overall power, knowing only that I've slain every foe presented so far. If they move out in force, it's possible I could evade their net and strike at the Ring directly. Thus they must maintain the majority of their strength at the Ring itself. From what you've told me, many of the Immortals dislike one another. None will be eager to volunteer for an expeditionary force against an enemy of unknown strength - not while their rivals stay behind in relative safety."

"Hm..." Larissa pursed her lips. "You truly are a masterful strategist, my lord. Now more than ever I believe our victory is inevitable! If you'd like to draw out a fraction of their forces, however, I have a suggestion. You'd do well to strike at what they care most."

She laid a ruby-painted fingernail against one spot on the map. "House Verachen. Home to the extended families of two Immortals. There's not enough space in the Innermost Temple for their clans to accompany them. We could seize their precious grandchildren and great-grandchildren and hold them hostage to provoke a response."

He closed his eyes. On the one hand, emotional anguish of this magnitude was trivial compared to the aeons-long hollowing that the Imprisoned Ring had been subjected to. Were it absolutely necessary, perhaps he might consider a bluff in that vein, but to actually carry out such a sentence was abhorrent. The Tyrant at times had forced him into such compromises, but the power of Progression had allowed him to rise above measures like that.

There were those who said that power corrupted. They were not wrong, but the obverse face of that saying simply went unobserved: sufficient power, impunity, could also prevent corruption. Strength enough not to rely on unsavory means was the freedom to do 'that which feels right' instead of always 'that which was optimal.'

"That won't be necessary," he finally replied. "We'll take the Inner Ring in its entirety and encircle them conventionally. If they try to break out, the forces guarding the Ring will be depleted. Continue the evacuation. Once my companions arrive, we'll mount a direct assault with the entirety of your forces as well as all our allied Houses."

"As you wish, my lord," Larissa demurred, lowering her eyes. "Your heart is truly too noble for such tactics. I feel embarrassed even to have suggested them; it was a slight against your power. Forgive me my overzealous support. I wish only for you to prevail, regardless of the cost!"

Hunger cleared his throat. "Fine. Keep in mind that I won't countenance such means going forward. How goes the diplomatic front? Have our overtures to the reluctant Houses landed at all?"

"Very much so, my lord!" Larissa said happily. "You needn't worry, I'll keep those foul harridans and dirty old men far from your august presence. After witnessing your power, more and more are beginning to fall in line. They understand that times are changing and that the nobility must change with them. At this point only the Core Houses are still recalcitrant. We're unlikely break them until the Immortals fall. Worry not, our allied forces will be more than sufficient the evacuate the great majority of the Inner Ring before sundown - or sunrise, I suppose, in the world Outside. I'm ever so excited to witness it with you!"

"Survival is one matter. But those who would accompany me must earn their place."

"Oh, of course! House Alynne will do its utmost to be deserving of that honor!"

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[X] Larissa + Weapon-Defeating Stance has won.

With Alynne's assistance, civilians should be mostly evacuated by the time Gisena arrives. In that event, what will be the offensive strategy?

[ ] Scorched Earth - The Ultimate Emanation of a High Sorceress represents a power of Nullity far beyond even what Gisena demonstrated against the Groundskeeper. By shrouding himself in a comprehensive shell of Edeldross, Hunger can retain the majority of his powers in the wake of such an attack, though the Evening Sky will likely be fully depleted as well. Still, his enemies will likely be in no state to resist him for a few crucial instants, allowing him to cut down a substantial fraction of their number while they are relegated to mortality. Whether it will be enough to rescue the Ring is another matter. [+1 Arete]

*A highly effective strategy; all you need to do is get Gisena safely into position while Hunger is shielded, Aeira can very much assist with the former.
*There may be Immortals with non-supernatural speed and strength, though it seems unlikely that such would be remotely capable of matching Hunger's magical augmentations.
*Of greater concern is those Immortals who might possess some level of defense against the Nullity itself, though they will likely experience at least a partial severing of their capabilities given Gisena's new power.
*Knocks Gisena unconscious and weakens her for several days following. Could be risky in the medium-term with the Apocryphal Curse spinning up again.
*Accelerates the rate of dimensional collapse. May further weaken the Imprisoned Ring, setting back the potential benefits it can grant its Ringbearer.

[ ] Full Frontal - A conventional frontal attack with Hunger, Gisena, and the allied forces. A challenging fight to be certain, though a clean victory here means an uncomplicated aftermath with a liberated Ring. Hunger will focus their combined efforts on the weakest Immortal first and try to slay his way up the ladder, while allied forces attempt to distract the Immortals and prevent them from bringing their combined might to bear against Hunger himself. Given that they are encircled and pinned to the Ring's location, this is more practical than it would usually be; even a Marshal can seize a wholly unguarded Ring. [+1 pick]

*A decently effective strategy, though with lower win% than Scorched Earth
*Even if defeated, death is not always the outcome. Retreat is possible given your control of the territory.
*Face your enemies head-on and overcome them with the sheer might of your Cut and the broken power of Nullity.
*If successful, prepares you well for the Apocryphal Curse.

[ ] A Thousand Cuts - A Ring of Power is nigh-indestructible. All the infrastructure around it, and its guardians themselves - not so. Bleed them by darting into range, hurling a full-strength blade wind into the Innermost Temple, then swiftly darting out of range. From your intelligence reports, the number of Immortals capable of countering this strategy can be numbered on the fingers of a single hand, whereas you can attack from any angle. Slowly whittle down their fortifications while consolidating power in the meantime. You'll have plenty of downtime to work on developing additional pseudo-Graces to increase your power, and if they actually sally then their forces will be divided and can be defeated piecemeal. [-2 Arete]

*Very high native chance of success, but...
*Very slow. May verge into Apocryphal Curse reactivation territory, which can complicate matters.
*Arete penalty for taking unnecessarily long to rescue the Imprisoned Ring
*May get the chance to develop a pseudo-Grace or work on Praxis in downtime.
*Slow pace means all civilians can be evacuated without fuss, though food supplies and general discontent may become an issue.
*Possibility of forcing the enemies to surrender, allowing for a diplomatic solution.

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A Farewell to Arms
A Farewell to Arms

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?

But as we did without clergy, let us do without soldiers.

As always, he had no say. He preferred it that way. His was not to wonder why. His was but, to do and die.

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.

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.

"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.

"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."

"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.

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."

"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?

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.

He dissociated again, Eva and Clare and all the others dimming, fading into light; 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.

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.

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.

The tale came to its conclusion. The world revisited him.

"-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."

"I know," he said. In a way he'd always known. Not the date, but the time.

"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?'"

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?

He frowned. No, there was another one, better suited to this situation...

"Flowers for Algernon," he finally said.

"I'm sorry?"

"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.

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.

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.

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.

Despite it all, it was good to be back, though he knew the scream would soon have him regretting it. Gods, I was strong.

The Immortals clustered around him, waiting with bated 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?

A single R-type, that was slightly stronger, than some of 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.

"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-"

"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.

"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?"

"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-"

"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.

He dashed her against the ground, Temple trembling at the force, and barely held back from finishing her.

"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?"

"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-"

"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?"

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?

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.

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.

Eva swallowed tightly, eyes red. "That was our-"

"Our son. One of them. Whatever, we can always make more."

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."

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[X] Scorched Earth was the victor. What is Hunger's priority when the Sea of Nullity hits? Strength will return quickly to all those affected so it won't be practical to cut down all foes, especially those few still standing.

[ ] Clear the Chaff - There appear to be two Immortals only moderately affected by Gisena's ultimate outburst, and both standing close to the Ring. That portends an unenviable situation for you - two foes of power noticeably greater than your own. Plans fail, it happens. Run a single ring around the perimeter, killing all the others, leaving the remaining two stranded and alone. Then retreat, regroup, and consider your further options.

*Kills off all the support / miscellaneous Immortals hanging around the Innermost. These would normally have been able to at least majorly inconvenience you.
*Gain 1 pick for free, but Gisena will be unconscious for the next several days.
*Minimal risk.
*If you can wait out the cooldown, Gisena might be able to ultimate them again.
*Alternatively, you could bluff and try to reach a negotiated settlement [-1 Arete].

[ ] Clarissa Alynne - The Grand Analyst of the Inner Ring who foolishly punished her family by stripping her descendents of their rightful places on the Council. She appears to have already been incapacitated. As Larissa would say, good riddance.

[ ] Evangeline Worldkeeper - Grand Oracle of the Inner Ring, and one of two opponents who appear to have retained some measure of their power in the face of Gisena's Ultimate. By far the most competent of the foes you will face, though not the most powerful. Eliminating her while she is weakened will remove a dangerous thorn in you side. Even if she cannot predict your actions directly, those of your subordinates and allies may be vulnerable, and she seems the only one capable of properly directing Stenallon's violence.

*By slaying her quickly, you'll still have to deal with Stenallon, but his mental instability looms large without her assistance
*She's not a trivial fight, even under the effects of the Sea, and Stenallon will protect her actively.
*Killing her will grant 3 picks which can be used before you fight Stenallon and the remaining Ring guardians.
*Once she's dead, you may be able to direct Stenallon's wrath against his compatriots, or even persuade him to give up and accept judgement for the torment he's perpetrated.

[ ] Quiet Sten - The soft-spoken, dull-witted and humble but quietly powerful final guardian of the Ring, whose Outer Shadow wreathes the Vise of Plerion itself... but that does not appear to be the case here? 'Quiet Sten' has eyes that are furious but alert, pained by years of agonizing vigil but only more resolved for it. The aura of power emanating from him is immense but roughly controlled; in short, he's rusty. His might cannot be challenged directly, but under the magic-suppressing effect of Gisena's Ultimate, perhaps you might have a chance...

*It will surprise and unnerve all present that you would dare to attack Stenallon first
*Even with his powers reduced by Gisena's supreme onslaught, Stenallon is on a different level, and so long as Eva remains, he will comport himself with a reasonable degree of sanity and tactical acumen.
*You are slightly faster than him, though no match whatsoever in direct strength
*Killing him will grant 4 picks with which to deal with the remaining Immortals.

[ ] Go For the Ring - Go for the Ring directly. Select this alongside any of the other options. This changes Hunger's true objective this fight. Instead he will pretend to focus on his chosen target as a feint and go for the Ring directly when an open presents itself. Considerably riskier than just killing them, but securing the Ring will weaken Quiet Sten and cripple all other Immortals, rendering them irrelevant to you.

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The Ultimate Price
The Ultimate Price

The last few hours had been a whirl of activity; they'd consolidated control over a full nine-tenths of the Inner Ring, with many of the last holdouts falling to his direct assault. The activity had reminded him of his Geas task and the vast swathe of time it portended: fifty years to rule, twenty-five hundred years the limit, and that vast span less than an eyeblink compared to the full scope of the Geas itself, nine hundred thirty-seven octillion years of service. He'd been shaken from his contemplations by the arrival of Aeira and Gisena herself, the latter at last complete with her meditations.

Her evolution into self-proclaimed 'High Sorceress' had certainly augmented her powers; there was a nearly-tangible current of findross in her wake, a shimmering presence of something greater than mortal life. There was a capricious yet graceful quality to even her slightest movements, her beauty now almost cruelly captivating, every feature unbearably shapely and clear. Her sparkling green eyes caught him and she winked, daintily skipping over as the troops of House Alynne watched.

"Hey hun, did you miss me?" She asked sweetly, arms behind her back.

He frowned. "Stop showing off, we've got a Ring to save. Is that going to be permanent?" He nodded towards her aura of findross.

"Aww," Gisena pouted, extending her arms and twirling around. "Can't a girl celebrate just a little? I haven't had a makeover in ages! We've been traveling in such grueling conditions, too. And you needn't worry about the aura, it's just a side effect of my transformation! Should go away in a couple hours."

"Yes yes, you're the fairest of them all," he said dryly, forcing himself not to be distracted by her now-transfixing exquisiteness. He had parlayed with Lords and Ladies of the Fae that were nearly as beautiful, though that had been at the apex of his former might.

"Good, praise me more," Gisena said happily, coming around to take his arm. "So hun, what's the plan? Have you met any of the big, bad, Immortals mentioned in Aeira's papers?"

"No," he shook his head, "You're going to deal with them for me."

"Hm? I've just shown up and I get handed all the work?"

"That's right. It's the reward for a job well-done."

Gisena giggled. "Then I suppose I can't complain. I did ask you to praise me more!"

Aeira was apparently too flustered to say anything to either of them, taking instruction quietly and acknowledging their directions with a shaky nod. With the Immortals entrenched in the tiny Innermost Temple, Hunger would wrap himself in a shell of dense edeldross and transport Gisena to one of the outlying buildings on the border of the Innermost. From there she would unleash her Ultimate Nullity, the "Plan B" that had wiped all wonder and magic from the world. With her powers recently enhanced, the radius of effect would be more than enough to cover the Innermost Temple - and a good fraction of the Inner as well. No Immortal would escape the effect.

He expected to lose the Evening Sky temporarily, even with his maximal edeldross output, but the Immortals should suffer far more greatly than he. Aeira would cloak them in shadow before they went; none expected her Element to overcome the perspicacity of the highest Immortals, but every bit could help.

Initially all went as planned, his edeldross cocoon and the cloak of Evening below both withering before Gisena's onslaught, but leaving his body untouched. With not a moment to waste, he sped towards the Innermost at forty times the speed of sound, a lightning blur springing unimpeded towards the final prison of the Ring.

At last it came into view, the charge he'd pursued with unswerving determination these past weeks: caught, in artful symmetry of the Temple itself, within the pale ivory fingers of a precisely-manufactured vise, each point of contact alight with crackling agony, spilling siphoned power in thunderous bolts.

Surprisingly, two Immortals still stood, their powers undepleted by Gisena's attack. One man and one woman standing unfortunately close to the Ring. The man was dressed in plain tunic and pants with rainbow wisps fading about him, while the woman was clad in more conventional plate, bearing a broadsword whose steel flashed clarion blue. If Larissa's description was correct, these were Evangeline Worldkeeper and Quiet Sten, two of the mightiest Immortals, though she hadn't expected either to withstand the bomb of Gisena's Nullity unscathed.

Without hesitation they leapt at him, swiftness nearly the equal of his own. The man hunched forward like a dog taught to kill, his limbs colossal, barrel-like arms near twice the width of Hunger's own. He was a broad bear of a man, though he stood only half a head taller, nowhere near the old marshal's stature who had confronted him at the boundary of the Inner Temple. The woman tacked to the side, sword held defensively, examining Hunger's figure with a critical eye. Buoyed by the imminent prospect of its kin's rescue, his Ring flared crimson, and he felt their blood falter and tremble before him. Let it be enough.

He feinted at the man, committing hard to an attack on the breastbone; then switched last-minute to half-sword, shifting the angle of his strike down towards the man's groin. His opponent reacted with admirable speed, stepping sideways to avoid the cut, but Hunger released his Blade with his left hand and punched him in the face. The Power of Ruin infused in his strike left a crater of splintering skin and bone, but Hunger's own fist rebounded harshly, bones shattered by the terrible sharp tenacity of his opponent's flesh. It was like punching a cliff crag of pure adamant; and though his foe seemed equally surprised that the Ringbearer had hurt him, Hunger fell back, jaw gritted in frustration.

He knew his time was limited. It would not take long for the other Immortals to recover their powers as the Groundskeeper had. He had to finish these two great threats and steal their strength before then.

Only brief instants to think as his hand healed. Neither opponent had used their Soul Evocation; Gisena's attack had at least disabled that. He might be wrong but he was doomed anyway if that were the case.

Going for the Ring was too risky while it was flanked by both defenders. They clearly wanted him to duel Quiet Sten, so it was best to take out Evangeline first. The Forebear's technique had not failed him yet; he could only hope it would suffice to cut through these final guardians. But best not to rely on uncertainties when possible. He leapt backwards again, blade lashing out to send sword-winds screaming across the bare chamber of the Innermost. In all directions they curved and hummed; impossible for a foe of equivalent speed to intercept them all. The intent was clear: at least one enemy would have to close the distance or be worn down at range.

Evangeline clicked her tongue. Quiet Sten spread wide his arms and charged into the mass of the blade projections, the swarm scoring his torso but failing to deal more than superficial damage. Evangeline leapt back and parried with her blade, each sword-wind carving a tiny but perceptible nick into that clarion saber. A single stroke made it past her guard and slipped beneath her armor, carving a broad deep line through her lower torso.

And then Stenallon was upon him, blotting out all sight, hands crooked like claws as he descended like a falling sun. Hunger blasted the ground with edeldross, hurling himself back and away, bouncing off the curved chamber wall to spring towards Evangeline. Sten bellowed in rage, leaping with thunderous strength straight upwards to intercept him.

Shit. The man was so strong that even a slight twitch of his foot sufficed to propel him at awesome speed. He'd waited until Hunger was midair to spring his trap.

No time for fancy work. Hunger struck one-handed with the Forebear's Blade directly at Sten's center of mass. Swiping with a single paw, Sten tore Hunger's arm off at the elbow, and reached out with his other hand to trap him within a crushing grapple.

As expected. Hunger recalled the falling Forebear's Blade towards his left hand, summoning it point-first into Sten's right kidney. With the same gesture he conjured a last-ditch wall of edeldross: far from enough to withstand the charge but sufficient to break Sten's momentum. The grapple fell short and Hunger recalled his Blade again, driving and twisting it in Sten's obdurate flesh as the weapon sought its master.

Evangeline had by this point recovered some portion of her Soul Evocation; she pointed at Hunger and bright bolts of gold issued forth from her finger to strike at him. Where they touched, they seared and boiled his flesh, scouring down to the bone. But that bone remained untouched, and free of Sten's reach Hunger fired another burst of edeldross, propelling him like a missile into Evangeline. She hopped back, dodging the impact crater, but the Ring of Blood brought him unnatural resilience. Recovering in an eyeblink he simply leapt forward, jamming the razor-sharp shard of his amputated elbow into her chest wound. Hobbled by that same wound, Evangeline could not dodge, choosing instead to skewer him on her brilliant flashing blade; the metal parted Hunger's flesh easily, punching clean through his shoulder, but force of that magnitude could hardly stop him now. Finally in knife-range he slammed his forehead into hers, shattering her face; sent reeling, she did not see the Forebear's Blade tear itself free of Sten and leap contentedly into Hunger's left hand.

A battle of two extremes. Sten with overwhelming strength and fortitude but whose technique and instincts were rusty, and Evangeline whose wits and blade were quick but could not match Hunger's own physicality. Just as the battle would be over if Sten grappled him, so too was it over if Hunger grappled Eva. He hooked her leg with his own and brought them to the ground, shrugging his shoulder back to prevent her retrieving her sword. Blindly she struggled but his strength was by far the greater. Whipping them to the side he dodged Sten's last desperate charge and brought his Blade around to cut through Eva's neck. Its edge flashed harrowing blue as it slid across her jugular; one clean stroke to take off her head. The Ring of Blood pulsed only once in triumph, as if reminding him that this battle was not yet complete.

Hunger leapt back as Sten extricated himself from the chamber wall. Assessing himself, he finally realized that his Ring was still with his severed right arm; though diminished, he could feel its presence strongly. Was this a general property of the Ring or merely its depth of resolve to save its sibling? Perhaps their connection had grown so that, like the Forebear's Blade, it could come to him when called?

Hunger smirked to himself as Sten faced him again. No, the Ring was not the Blade; it held a different sort of power and could not affect the world in so gross a way. Sten glared at him with eyes devoid of hate; gray obligation filled those dull eyes, a tireless duty that had never once wavered.

It was no easy thing, to bear a Ring, but far harder still to contain one unwillingly. And yet he could not bring himself to pity this sad thundering jailer. This was the chief architect of the Azure Ring's torment. He would pay nothing less than the ultimate price.

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The winner was [X] Evangeline Worldkeeper.

Hunger's power over blood is weakened with the Ring of Power severed from his body, but Sten is half-blind and eviscerated, his eye and lower torso cored by the power of Ruin. The other Immortals are beginning to recover. The Ring of Blood cannot maintain its vehemence forever; eventually Hunger's blood-based enhancements will start to falter as his external influence has.

Even so, Evangeline's defeat has lead to a considerable rise in strength. Choose 3 picks below. You may spend up to 9 Arete (currently ~6.8). Arete spent but not generated will lead to Debt, with 2 or more leading to instant death.

- 0-pick options -

[ ] Hero-Defeating Stance
- A Martial Stance of the Forebear. ++Might, ++Agility, +Wisdom, +0.2 external Rank. Halve the effects of enemy Rank if it is greater than your own. Halve the effects of being outnumbered, if you are outnumbered. This Stance is permanently active until switched for another [Enemy]-Defeating Stance. A pre-requisite for Foe-Defeating Stance. You may have [Rank/2, rounded down] Stances active at one time.

This is the only stance that can be recommended to swap Guile-Defeating Stance out for in your current situation.

- 1-pick options -

[ ] 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.

The available domains for Hunger are: War, Passion

[ ] The Ring of Power - Preeminence - 7 Arete


It is no small thing, to master a ring of power; and for those few who have braved that height, at its peak they shall only glimpse the true jewel which lies even further beyond.

Choose a domain you have already purchased. While acting within its purview, double its effective Rank modifier and gain +All Stats. You may select this advancement multiple times, choosing a different domain each time.

The available domains for Hunger's Preeminence 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.

[ ] The Ring of Power - Hateful Might - Conjunctional [Forebear's Blade]. For whom death is too kind; curdle the blood and shred the soul's essence. Requires Preeminence: Passion.

Against foes for whom Preeminence: Passion is or would be active, the Power of Ruin applies to their blood and soul directly, twisting and corroding the design of their body and ravaging unprotected spirits. Those without immense superhuman will or other esoteric protections will find themselves quickly deteriorating before the character's strikes. Physical durability matters not, though those without corporeal blood are only partially affected.

[ ] 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.

[ ] Exalted Spirit - 2 Arete. Conjunctional [Hunger, Evening Sky]. Mind made vigorous as the body. Gain +Int, +Wits, +Wis, +Cha, -Heartlessness, while in a form with physical blood. Allies under blood enhancement gain +Int, +Cha. Blood enhancement requires physical blood.

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

[ ] 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. Requires Opalescence.

[ ] Evening Sky - Pearlescence - 7 Arete - Woe unto they who would stand against the bearer of Evening, for all the stars in heaven are their enemies, and the moon above as well.
+++Protection, and the protection granted by the Evening Sky now automatically scales to its wearer's power; effectively, the wearer is granted an additional Experience modifier whose output is automatically applied to the Evening Sky. Requires Iridescence.

[ ] Feat - Knife - 2 Arete. Adds .15 Rank, .2 with Uttermost.

- 2-pick options -

[ ] Honing
- 2 Arete - The swift sharp blade that frees blood from body. Requires 3x Fierce Quickening (presently have 2x).
+++Agility, ++Wits. Add half your Wits to your Intelligence for purposes of combat.

- 3-pick options -

[ ] The Ring of Power - Avenger - 7 Arete - Power to exact the ultimate price.
When opposing an enemy that has severely wronged either himself or one of his kin, double the wielder's physical Attributes and halve enemy Luck, Wisdom and Protection. The latter effect may be resisted. In addition, every attack, physical or social, that the wielder successfully lands, is considered a critical hit (triple effectiveness) against such targets. Can be upgraded into Blood Price for 21 Arete.

[ ] Forebear's Blade - Headsman - 7 Arete - Who passes the sentence...
Seals the ability to launch blade projections and blade-winds. While the Forebear's Blade is as light as it ever was to the wielder themselves, its effective mass is multipled tremendously for other purposes. In addition, the Blade casts a shadow of potential around its wielder, impossibly increasing the margin of error for deflection.

+++++Strength, ++Int (Combat), ++Wisdom (Combat), ++Wits
Double the value of Str +s for use of the Blade
+50% to the value of AGI +s when blocking and parrying
+.2 Defensive Rank when blocking and parrying

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Finally, what strategy to pursue against Sten himself?

[ ] Age - Cut him down as the span of years ought have.

[ ] Treachery - Talk him down - or attempt to drive insane. Physical force is his domain, but your mind is the stronger.

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Forefront
Forefront

Letrizia glanced down at her recipe book and carefully stirred the pot once more. The rich, savory scent of deep-stewed potato-and-bone broth wafted up to meet her. Taking a cautious sip from her spoon, she winced at the heat and pursed her lips thoughtfully.

What was she doing, cooking unassisted? With a flare of nebulous energy she immersed her form in personal Pressure, focusing it outwards in torrents upon the pot. Because she did not intend it to tip over it did not, and inspiration struck like sudden lightning. Yes, a pinch of that spice and a dash of this one and then a fine dusting of salt & pepper - that would do the trick! She stirred in the swirl of condiments, added a few cubes of freshly diced Elixir-fed steak, then put lid on pot for it to slowly simmer. No searing necessary with this recipe, the core feature was sumptuous meat that fell apart in clumps and melted swiftly in the mouth. Contentedly she inhaled, taking in the delectable odors of their upcoming meal.

She just knew Lord Hunger was going to love this soup! He always had a soft spot for clear, fragrant broths.

Yet without food to serve as distraction, her gaze was pulled to the Temple once more. Letrizia glowered. The damned thing was like a magnet for her attention, moon clutched helpless in its grisly claws. Lord Hunger had sped off so suddenly, and a few hours later Gisena and Aeira had departed as well, leaving her alone as usual in the cockpit of her Armament. Verschlengorge was with her, of course, but it just wasn't the same as company of her own kind. She was used to the swiftly changing tides of the battlefield, but wholly unused to doing nothing in response. Was it not her obligation to stride forth into anarchy and bring order by fist and maw? All her instincts screamed at her to act, to seize glory and thereby protect the tenuous vantage of her house...

Her stomach fluttered as she thought of the countless trials and dangers Lord Hunger must be facing in the Temple. How many times had she done this now, waiting powerlessly besides while the others delved deeper for power ever-increasing?

Maybe this was what mission control felt like, Letrizia thought, and smiled wanly. She would have to buy Yui a gift of some kind before they departed the Voyaging Realm. Maybe a magical plushie to add to her collection? The crown jewel of stuffed joys!

She shook her head. Best to be focused on the here and now. Her shining hour was just on the horizon! Lord Hunger had grown terribly strong in these past two weeks, his frenetic pace unceasing even when he'd declared them to be on vacation. Soon Verschlengorge would be healed and they'd depart for the City once more. She would prove herself to be worthy of inclusion right alongside Aeira and Miss Gisena!

Vigorously she pumped her fist and channeled her Element again, hair fluttering in summoned wind. The sharp bright sword that brings physical law to heel. She would master it, force it to acknowledge her as wielder, and stride then across sky and stars - not merely as that sacrifice, the Devouring Armament's Pilot, but as Arch-duchess Letrizia von Artriez, Hero of the Empire!

Verschlengorge cleared his throat. Letrizia patted it happily. She adored her Armament, it was her greatest ally and friend, but everyone knew its appetite was insatiable, for foe and friend alike. Such were the things with which one put up for the company of one's friends.

[ ] Oops, the Soup - Letrizia knocked over the soup while in the midst of her Sharpbright-empowered fantasies. No soup for you. [+1 Arete, Letrizia is sad, Verschlengorge is amused]

[ ] Peerless Grace - Letrizia coincidentally effortlessly dodged the soup, as a properly-trained pilot and ballroom dancer ought! Soup for Hunger, should he live. [Verschlengorge is bored & hungry]

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[X] Treachery has won, please choose one of the following for your final build going into the battle with Sten:

[ ] The Avenger - The nature of reciprocal debts is this: pay back friendship and enmity both ten times over. As friendship unanswered will soon lie fallow, so too do wrongs unavenged invite further exploitation. The obverse face of the cycle of vengeance is the gormless victim upon whom injustice heaps endlessly. This man subjected the Ring your sibling to exhaustion without surcease, an unending forced march that would be torment by the first day, let alone the millionth. Let him reap even a fraction of what he has sowed. Dismember him in mind and body until his shattered husk can resist you no longer. All shall know that to profane a Ring is a crime beyond reckoning, and fear the consequences thereof.

*Avenger (3 picks, 7 Arete)
*Exceptionally powerful when it can be invoked, granting enormous physical speed and strength alongside a truly devastating critical hit frequency.
*Good synergy with Stats when active, doesn't restrict future build options much
*Does not yield any benefits when inapplicable, but 2 Arete cheaper than other builds!
*Will likely be inapplicable 70-80% of the time, fair warning
*The very safest option, though only modestly safer than The Blade

[ ] The Eminence - Let this insect be destroyed. We do not recognize him; neither the form of his self nor the strength of his dignity can persist in the wake of our judgement. Torment of a Ring is tantamount to atrocity. Let him be twisted until not even a scrap of his selfhood remains; until he is no husk but a horror grotesque, a scream without a mouth as the Ring was for so long; let all his direst fears come to pass and then be a thousand times surpassed by the transfigurations we shall inflict upon him. Only then will satisfaction be paid to the Azure, who was bled so cruelly and for so long by this gnat of a being.

*Dominion, Preeminence: Passion, Hateful Might (3 picks, 9 Arete)
*The dread power of hateful might which twists one's foes into a cruel and powerless mockery of themselves, their blood curdling like spoiled milk, their essence rotting out from under them
*A horrible way to go that should only be reserved for one's direst foes, if that
*A single spectacular burst of cruelty may placate the Azure Ring, reducing its future hatefulness
*That said, hatefulness can be reduced in other ways
*Builds towards Ruling Ring, though you are unlikely to get Ruling Ring anytime soon
*Though chances of success are pretty good, the riskiest of the options here

[ ] The Blade - Let this business be done with. Quickly, cleanly. Complete the objective and go; dwell not on the past which is beyond your power (yet) to change, but cut onwards and through into the future. Sever the Ring from its tormenter, its tormentor from his life, and the profits of that torture from the society he upheld.

This reckless hate is beneath your dignity, Azure. You are a Ring of Power, not some mewling simpleton of mortal span. Eternity lies before you; why dwell on enemies already buried? 'Slays Keeper, ruins town, and beats high temple down.' Let him be one hero more whom time has felled; let that be enough.

*Knife, Fierce Quickening, Echo of the Forebear, Hero-Defeating Stance - 3 picks, 9 Arete
*A strong, safe build that offers comprehensive power in both the present and the future, though obviously weaker than the Avenger while Avenger is active.
*Versatility of Rank, point-effectiveness of AGI in your current situation, and synergy with Crimson Flare
*The build that raises the best foundation for the mid- to long-term, though the influence of any one decision point is relatively small
*Reduces hatefulness but not by as much as The Eminence. Aims for a quick, clean kill or surrender.
*Great chances of success, but not guaranteed.

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While victory is likely no matter which build you pick, it is still not certain for 2/3rds of the builds. That said, in order to avoid an overly complicated vote in the event that you do win, please now decide on Hunger's disposition towards utilizing the Azure Ring:

[ ] Let It Rest - While he will assign it a Ringbearer, there is no imminent need for massive amounts of power. Whatever energies it can spare in the course of its 'psychological' recuperation will be harnessed, but care will be taken to strain it minimally.

*Massively reduces hatefulness
*The Ring will provide roughly 5 Arete worth of benefits to Hunger personally, and an initially modest but steadily scaling amount to its Ringbearer.
*The Azure Ring will mostly be silent, but grateful. Perhaps the rivalry of past Ages is a matter not to be conducted endlessly, but rather to be risen above...

[ ] Ruler & Vassal - Rescue for leal service, that was the bargain and he shall see it fairly enforced. Freed of its unnatural vise the Ring Azure will be entirely capable of exerting its energies to a typical degree without undue suffering. A Ring's psychology is not a man's; the agony inflicted by Plerion's vise dealt not true lasting damage to Band or Jewel. Let it do as it promised and offer the full complement of powers in commission for freedom from harm.

*Modestly reduces hatefulness
*The Ring will provide roughly 7 Arete worth of benefits to Hunger personally, and an initially modest but quickly scaling amount to its Ringbearer. In time the difference between an active and resting Ring will reveal a large gap in effective capability.
*The Azure Ring will see that relations between it and the Crimson are right and proper, fairly conducted as agreements should be. Neither laxity on part of the vassel nor malice on part of the superior ought be accepted.

[ ] Subordination - Take what is yours and show no mercy, as no mercy was shown when Azure reigned across far epochs past. There is no room for sentiment in the game of naked power played between Rings. Superior and subordinate, master and servant: that is all you can or ever will be. Mistake not the light hand for weakness, or the heavy for cruelty - such things are the product of a human mind and irrelevant to the dealings of Rings.

*Hatefulness unaffected
*The Ring will provide roughly 10 Arete worth of benefits to Hunger personally with additional benefits over time. These benefits will be specifically calculated as to maximally increase Hunger's power in a synergistic fashion. For example, a free 7 Arete Advancement combined with a 3 Arete discount towards the Evening Sky 25-Arete option of your choice.
*The Ring will provide an initially significant and rapidly scaling amount of power to its Ringbearer, though some small fraction of its hateful nature may come to infect its wielder. Those skilled in the magical arts, or possessed of superhuman Will and cleverness, can throw off this influence and stand vigilant against it.
*It will be made clear to the Azure that there is only one Lord of the Rings, and he does not share power.
 
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In Wake of Silence
In Wake of Silence

Quiet Sten was breathing heavily, exhalations forming a visible cloud about his head. Patiently he held his side where the Forebear's Blade had cored him out, the wound bothering him little. For a moment they both stood still, neither speaking. Movement.

Hunger feinted towards his Ring-hand lying severed on the ground, drawing a leap from Sten towards the Crimson. With the giant committed, he lunged directly for the Azure Ring instead, Forebear's Blade tearing into the barrier of Plerion's Vise. With a bellow Sten struck the ground and reversed course, a blur of sheer thunderous brawn, the swipe of his arm like a tsunami crashing. Hunger ducked to the side with moments to spare, but the wind of Sten's strike scoured his flesh still. He fired edeldross directly against the Vise, propelling himself away, making distance from his goliath opponent.

Sten was slowly bleeding out, but too sedately to decide this battle in Hunger's favor. The aftermath of Gisena's ultimate Nullity was already beginning to fade, and the avalanche pressure of Sten's fearsome Rank was like the eye-wall of a storm preceding him. His Soul Evocation, too, was beginning to reform, droplets of armor like jeweled glass percolating around his shoulders.

"Was it worth it?" Hunger asked conversationally, nodding at the Azure. "All just to keep torturing that?"

Sten shook his head and charged, but Hunger danced back and away, Evangeline's stolen grace extending his edge in speed. As the towering guardian passed Hunger lashed out with the Forebear's Blade, piercing blue of its edge passing straight through Pressure and soul-armor both to sever the tendons of Sten's shoulder. The man only grunted and repositioned, but Hunger threw the Blade in his face, darting back to snatch up his severed forearm and re-attach it to his stump.

Sten snarled, dodging the sword by a hair, then grabbed its hilt with both arms, smiling hungrily. He quickly discovered that the Forebear's Blade only acknowledged one master. It slipped free of his hands with mountainous weight and rebounded joyfully back into Hunger's own.

This was not yet checkmate, but the odds were against Sten now. Hunger smiled grimly. He'd invested the greater portion of Evangeline's power into raw speed and Pressure, and for all Stenallon's might the gap in quickness was increasingly apparent. With the Ring of Blood returned to him, it would take only a few cuts more to bring the Final Worldkeeper to his knees. But there was still one factor unknown: the exact nature of his foe's swiftly recovering Soul Evocation. Hunger was uncertain of its exact function but knew that it had helped propel Stenallon into the very apex of Temple society.

A twofold strategy, then. He flared the Ring of Blood to accelerate Sten's bleeding, leaping back again to prevent his foe from easily closing distance. At the same time he spoke.

"Your people will need you," he said, "After the Ring is gone. We both know how this fight is going to end. But your execution needn't follow."

"Pointless talk," Sten said sullenly, black rage contorting his features. "You killed her. You broke all that we built together. If you spared me I'd still come for you."

Hunger dashed again for the Ring, and Sten replied with hair-trigger speed. Great chunks of stone were scooped out of the floor, then hurled with meteorite force to block Hunger's path. Two he evaded, but one caught him in the gut, tearing clean through to effectively eviscerate him, but Hunger was undeterred. The Ring of Blood sealed the wound as he reached Plerion's Vise. Brutally he slammed his blade into the field surrounding it. The barrier screamed, a high-pitched whine that became increasingly desperate as the blue-cutting edge worked its way deeper.

Sten advanced on him, stance low to the ground, this time not committing to a leap but searching for a close-in grapple. Hunger kicked off the barrier and darted sideways, launching blade-projections as he withdrew. Most broke uselessly against the gilded-glass armor but a few snuck under, targeting strategic arteries in Sten's neck and wrists. The minor cuts they applied began to bleed profusely, even ruptured capillaries spilling liberal volumes of blood under the influence of his Ring.

He felt its keen anticipation, its loathing for the torturer of its sibling and its heady thirst for justice. But he could not allow emotion to overtake him at this stage, when every step had to be delicately managed.

"You killed her," Hunger replied, staring Sten down from across the chamber. "I'm only the symptom. As long as you kept the Ring in that state, someone would have arisen to free it. That was the root of the problem. All that you built was stolen from it."

"SHUT UP," Sten roared, hurling masonry with artillery force. "YOU DARE SPEAK ON WHAT YOU KNOW NOTHING OF? I'M SICK OF YOUR BLATHERING, COWARD!"

Hunger interposed Plerion's Vise between them and allowed its barrier to absorb the shots. He spoke still, his voice cutting calmly through the clangor of battle. "I dared topple your society and you're surprised that I would criticize you? Is this merely arrogance or has the Ring ruined your mind more thoroughly than I'd thought?"

So long as the Vise broke the line of Sten's charge, Hunger was safe from the prodigious burst-speed that was his enemy's greatest strength. An overhead leap would clear the Vise but was too slow and telegraphed to catch Hunger out. All the while he could send blade-winds curving around the podium to wear Sten down. Still, the man's armor had returned almost completely, and was beginning to pool and spill over, stained-glass shadows creeping along the ground. Would exsanguination finish him while he had the support of his Soul Evocation?

But Hunger allowed no trace of doubt to enter his voice as he spoke. "It's over, Sten. Even if you slay me, your world can never recover from this. All the civilians are already evacuated. Who would you shelter, with the Ring's stolen power? Who is there left to protect?"

"Even so," Sten answered, "At least I can kill you, Ring-slave! At least I can finish this and prevent your greater tyranny."

Interesting. Stenallon had mistaken assumptions, but Hunger was in no rush to correct him. "And then what? Wait to die?"

"It matters not. You'll already be gone!" This time Sten simply slammed the ground with his knee, a cataclysmic shockwave shattering the understructure of the Innermost Temple itself, their chamber become a wasteland of ragged spires. Hunger was already airborne, propelled upwards by edeldross, and as he crested the Vise the Ring of Blood finished reattaching his arm. He unleashed a savage torrent of two-handed blade winds down at Sten, a howling murderous flock that tore straight through the man and into the battered earth below, but buttressed by his armor Sten simply stood tall, eyes hard as iron as he stared upwards at Hunger.

The Worldkeeper smiled. "You're just a weakling after all. Cuts like this," he indicated the bleeding ruin of his body, "I can just ignore. You're dead."

So saying, he gestured with one arm and his armor pooled and flooded outwards, molten glass like taffy filling the sky entire, pouring on and against and over Hunger who jerked to evade, frantically launching bladewinds and bursts of edeldross, but finally had nowhere left to flee, trapped then entombed in the Worldkeeper's dread shadow.

With the Outer Shadow extended once more, Sten's mind was not quite so sharp, but that was a small price to pay for his foe's mobility.

Sten chuckled, a short harsh bark of amusement. Certainly those blade-winds had been launched in a panic, but he hadn't expected a foe of such speed to miss with each one. They'd impacted in roughly a circle around him, striking only the... ground...

He fell, the abused chamber floor yielding at last to the destruction visited upon it, Plerion's vise toppling as well, fingers of that ivory hand beginning to splinter as ruinous winds smashed through its barrier. Through a cut of sheer blue he saw the invader emerge, the accursed R-type who refused to be felled, and Stenallon Worldkeeper roared in fury. A second wave of Shadow issued forth from his left arm, but the invader simply cut through, that impossibly heavy blade slicing the tide straight in half.

Hunger kept his expression neutral as he darted amongst the falling debris. The barrier on Plerion's Vise had fallen, and he felt the voice of the Azure against his spirit, a cold analytical flood of tactical data, the history and tendencies of its most hated jailor.

Stenallon's greatest asset was his strength, but he was not an Elementalist who could expel endless quantities of propellant to maneuver midair. Without leverage, without points of contact to exert his might, his raw power was useless. He could project his armor into a ranged attack, but using it in that manner would wear at him mentally, dulling his wits and compromising his judgement. With the knowledge of his sibling Ring, Hunger adjusted the tack of his approach.

"All right," Hunger said, speaking as he launched further blade-winds. The Crimson flared on his finger, casting him into dark relief. "I admit it. You didn't kill Evangeline, obviously. I did. And it was correct to imprison the Ring, correct to drain its powers. Correct, but futile. In truth, you took every correct path, but could only delay the inevitable. Time fells all things. The scream is gone, isn't it? The Azure is already free. Free of you, at the very least."

"No," Sten moaned slowly, eyes widening frantically, his greatest fear realized. He fired another pulse of shadow, immense and purposeless. Hunger cleaved through the front and dashed to the other side.

Sten shook his head. "Shut up, it's not true, it's not."

The fallen Worldkeeper tried to attack, lashing out furiously, but his shadow-extrusions were easily severed, and he had no leverage with which to launch himself physically. All he could do was fall.

"You called me Ring-slave, so you must have known at heart. But this body is no mere vessel. It's my preferred host, the final culmination of my plots, not Ring-Slave but Ring-Lord. I am the Ring Hunger whose jewel is Crimson and whose aspect is Blood, and all the artifice of your prison has only allowed me to subjugate the Azure. You understand this better than most: we cannot be destroyed, nor can we be forever contained. I applaud you, Stenallon Worldkeeper."

He adopted an expression of pity, almost indulgent. "You did all you could, won the only victory for humanity that we would allow. But it took all three of you to barely overcome one Lord with one Ring, and your companions are gone, one by your own hand and one by mine. You of all people must have known it couldn't last forever. Not once you slew him. Perhaps the Azure didn't tell you the date, but in your heart you knew the time."

As he spoke he poured all the intensity of his Pressure into the jewel of Crimson, allowing it to burst forth with light as it had in the wake of the Azure's final plea: light to outshine sun and stars, blotting out the Outer Shadow, a world cast in thrall to Blood. In this one aspect his Pressure was Sten's superior, and forced his enemy's blood to convulse, to tremble and cower in fear of that which inevitably arose.

Stenallon pressed his paws to his ears, tremulously shaking his head. Soon they impacted the dry brittle earth of the Inner Temple itself, the cacophonous impact echoing tinnily across the now-deserted cityscape. The rainbow blot of shadow began to recede, curling inwards towards Sten with a sound like sliding glass. Hunger sent two waves of shearing force against their greater portion, cutting them free, preventing the man from regaining his wits.

"You know," Hunger said, walking slowly towards his broken foe. "For us Rings there are no pleasures of the flesh or of the mind. For us there is only... the intoxication of power, the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling an enemy who is helpless."

"No... no..." Sten gazed at him with empty eyes, tears glistening and running over, shivering, hands clutched about his chest. "Please... I'm sorry.."

"If you want a picture of the future," Hunger said, looming over him until all Sten saw was that blood-red light, "Imagine a Ring stamping on a human face - forever."

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[X] Peerless Grace with [X] The Blade and [X] Ruler & Vassal were the winners.

Through the power of scamming, Hunger has rendered Stenallon defenseless before him. What now to do?

[ ] An End to Misery - Finish this.

*Merciful and brief.
*Discards a potentially useful minion.
*No mechanical benefits.

[ ] His People Need Him - At last Stenallon had won the struggle against himself. He loved the Ring-Lord.

*Sten is a more powerful and, when his Shadow is retracted, capable leader than Larissa overall.
*Mentally broken, he will serve you without question.
*He's quite potent in combat as well, though the light of his soul has dimmed in the wake of his conquest.
*As you chose the Blade, you will not allow the Azure to torment him any further.

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What was the reward offered up by the Azure Ring to its liberator? Choose only one.

[ ] Star of Grace - A jewel of pure edeldross, representing grace unasked for and undeserved. When all else had failed, when all hope had died, when all others had turned their backs, the Hunger Ring took up his sword and cut a path. Few are the debts between Rings and fewer still their moments of sentimentality. But perhaps if a Ring could shed tears of gratitude, then still it would shed only one - and this unquestionably would be its form. Discounts Silver of Evening by 7 Arete and augments + unlocks it.

Evening Sky: Silver of Evening - 25 Arete (1 pick)

Inset in the crown of evening is a star of purest edeldross; its wearer becomes swift as nightfall after the sun's passing, beautiful as the naked stars, and sacred as midnight itself. For all spheres of magic in Evening reside: its wearer their master, and champion besides.

Double the Magnitude of present and future Edeldross enhancements.
Edeldross-derived abilities now count as full Graces (don't require upkeep or corporeal structure to maintain)
+100% to the value of AGI and Charisma +s
+1 Defensive Rank
Once per sidereal month, perfectly defeat any one hostile effect to which the wearer would otherwise be subject. Applied against a Curse, grants two stages of mitigation for one day and one night. May apply even to the Doom of the Tyrant.

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[ ] Imprisoner's Vestige - The light of the soul, awakened and intensified. Discounts Heavenly Tomb by 7 Arete, unlocks it, and augments it.

Evening Sky: Heavenly Tomb [Conjunctional: The Ring of Power, The Forebear's Blade] - 25 Arete (1 pick)

No paradise is this,
no splendid Realm of Evening's kiss;
but its colder distaff face -
a prison spun from time and space.


The heavens are vault and spectacle, vastness and sea; entombed among those countless points of light are elder beings and heralds of strange design. Trapped upon a pale green speck of planetary earth, it can be hard to grasp the enormity of that perilous ocean surrounding, but it would be unwise to forget: earth and sea and sky were never equals. The sky is more than a window and darkness, the stars more than the natural lighting of the cosmos. Beyond the far reaches of mortal grasp lie wonders and horrors as to remake the philosophies of man, contained by mere distance from their revelatory conquest.

*Walls of Night: ++++++++++Protection, ignore Protection penalties.
*Endless Depths: Massively increases the effective health and health regeneration of the Evening Sky before depletion.
*Imprisoner's Might: Grants immense but highly specific power over the interior Cloak of Evening, permitting the effects below:

*Enemies defeated completely may be consigned to the Heavenly Tomb, absorbed into the Evening Sky & frozen in the bleak nothingness beneath time and space. There is no limit to the number of foes that can be so contained; entire civilizations can be preserved in the amber of time.
*You may also store and retrieve inanimate objects so long as they are under your control.
*An enemy once trapped in the Heavenly Tomb becomes categorically incapable of ever defeating the wearer again. They may be released for rehabilitation, further punishment or annihilation at the wearer's leisure. Note however that this is not an absolute guard; those trapped are not preventing from resisting or inconveniencing the wearer, merely from ever defeating him.
*If you have Pillars of Creation, you may within the Realm of Evening unfreeze and interact with defeated foes from a position of perfect safety, employing the implements of the Realm of Evening as you please.
*Time and training may expand and revise these effects with no effective upper limit, including esoteric imprisonment effects such as the sealing of aspects or ideas.

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[ ] Forebear's Blade: Assault Halo - The Ring Azure understands that this is but one step of many in the conquests of the Crimson. To that it lends its severity, its alacrity, and its tenacious strength.

*Increase by half again the numerical effects of one 7-Arete Stance the character is using, or by one-third the the numerical effects of one 28-Arete Stance.
*Gain 10% Crit Chance, 30% Attack Speed, and 50% resistance to enemy magics (halving their effects).

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[ ] The Ring of Power: Ring-Lord - The best lies have foundation in the truth. The Azure Ring knows well the value of irony. A Ring-Lord you are proclaimed; a Ring-Lord you shall become.

Extends the purview of Chief Dominion to the social domain, with the themes of lordship, nobility, conquest, serendipity, and rule. The effects of Crimson Flare upon the Chief Dominion are applied to this augmented purview.

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The World Your Oyster
What did the Ring of Power supply its wearer in the wake of that cold fearsome victory? Last time, the winners were [X] His People Need Him and [X] Star of Grace.

You have 3 picks and may spend up to 7 Arete.

[ ] 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.

The available domains for Hunger are: War, Passion

[ ] The Ring of Power - Preeminence - 7 Arete

It is no small thing, to master a ring of power; and for those few who have braved that height, at its peak they shall only glimpse the true jewel which lies even further beyond.

Choose a domain you have already purchased. While acting within its purview, double its effective Rank modifier and gain +All Stats. You may select this advancement multiple times, choosing a different domain each time.

The available domains for Hunger's Preeminence are: War, Passion

[ ] Exalted Spirit - 2 Arete
. Conjunctional [Hunger, Evening Sky]. Mind made vigorous as the body. Gain +Int, +Wits, +Wis, +Cha, -Heartlessness, while in a form with physical blood. Allies under blood enhancement gain +Int, +Cha. Blood enhancement requires physical blood.

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

[ ] 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. Requires Opalescence.

[ ] Lunar Coronet - 7 Arete - Appellation of the False Moon's Conquerer; a crown of the soul, a tapestry of stars, and a writ of shining moonlight. Conjunctional [The Ring of Power; the Evening Sky]
*++CHA, +Int, +Wits, +Wis, -Heartlessness; Vassals gain +Mental, +Social Attributes.
*Enormously increases the Magnitude of your Elemental surges; for Hunger, this is represented as a two-stage increase in augment strength (30% -> 50%). Letrizia's Sharpbright would grant her a full additional Rank. You may designate up to two principal allies also to benefit from this effect; designations may be changed if a principal ally falls.
*Blood Augmentation: If Vigor Itself is acquired, apply the wielder's Charisma as Protection to these principal allies.
*Merges blood and Edeldross augmentation; dozens or even hundreds of allies may be Vassalized with a single drop of Edeldross-infused blood, the bonus lasting years. Duration depends on how closely they adhere to the preferences of the Elementalist; a vassal who is false will lose the bonus almost instantly. Total number of vassals = Rank^2 * 10.
*Requires Exalted Spirit. Arete debt incurred from this purchase is treated at half scope (you can take 2 debt, allowing it to be purchased this Experience point).

- 2-pick options -

[ ] Honing
- 2 Arete - The swift sharp blade that frees blood from body. Requires 3x Fierce Quickening (presently have 3x).
+++Agility, ++Wits. Add half your Wits to your Intelligence for purposes of combat.

[ ] False Hand of the Maker - 7 Arete - Core remnant of Plerion-that-was.
++++Int, +50% Int, --CHA, --WIS.
*Initiates the wielder into the magic of Artifice and grants skill commensurate to his INT (after accounting for the bonuses from this Advancement). The power of Artifice is broad and deep, but requires focused commitment and raw ingredients of inestimable value; most of all it requires a source of power to tap, fundamental energies of the universe to distribute according to the Artificer's design.
*At Hunger's level he would immediately become a high-journeyman Artificer, capable of creating (with time, appropriate materials, and power) such wonders as human-scale Armor Prototypes of Rank 6.75, filigree augmentations of surpassing function and beauty, bilious engines to churn barren fields into plots of pale-stalked fruit, and monstrance-crucibles capable of awakening a non-magus' Soul Evocation. He is limited to the broad, but unsurprisingly finicky domain of Machinery.
*A master of Artifice can produce wonders even greater than this, and mastery may spiral upwards without limit, though in fields of increasing compactness and focus.
*Allows Hunger to utilize the Craftsmanship bonus of Accretion, possibly improving future Rank gains.

- 3-pick options -

[ ] Feat: Mightier - 2 Arete - There are things in this world mightier than even the blade. One polity felled by tongue and pen; countless further to go. Gain .3 Rank.
*Adds +.39 Rank due to Uttermost.
*Will require at least 1 Propaganda Action, or Rank gained will be reduced

[ ] Inherit the World - 7 Arete - The Worldkeeper's power, yielded to the Imprisoner's. Shattered in mind, whole in body, their spirit given over to the grasp of their successor.

Defining Advancement. You may only have three Defining Advancements.

*Acquire the Soul Evocation of the Penitent, whose shadow is a thing of stained glass and light, and whose figure can absorb punishment unending yet burst forth with ceaseless might. Ignore wound penalties; the user's body is held together by its shadow and cannot be slain short of total annihilation.
*The Penitent may call forth his shadow in an expunging tide. Those fallen beneath are physically encased and magically suppressed, though some arts of power vastly greater than that of Soul Evocation as a whole are immune to this effect. Overuse may decrease the user's WITS, WISDOM and finally INT, but would require many years of continuous deployment; penalties imposed are reverted once the shadow is recalled.
*Outrageous destruction and sober atonement are writ into the Penitent's place within the cosmos. Halve the social penalty from, and double the effective forgiveness for, escalating to violence in otherwise inappropriate situations. This is bound into the fabric of reality and is treated as a 'natural' social phenomenon, the expected baseline.
*Combined with high Charisma, the above effect is exceptionally useful for those possessing the Doom of the Tyrant. Mechanically it's represented as halving/doubling; in-universe the difference in actual sentiment can be an order of magnitude or greater. Still, a dangerous power to possess - and not to be used lightly, lest one be tempted to abuse it.
*+50% to the value of Might +s.
*+50% the value of Protection +s.
*+400% Health.
*+20% to the value of future Rank +s; you may train Rank manually.
*+++Mental Contamination. The wielder disdains cowardice, has little patience for torturers, and easily flies into a violent rage against those he considers morally repugnant. Willpower + alternate Mental Contamination to resist.

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Finally, what does Hunger intend to do with the False Moon's former residents?

[ ] Leave Them Be - Sten and Larissa can take care of it. It's time to blow this joint. Later, Ring-slavers. [+1 pick to next experience point]

[ ] Mass Ennoblement - It couldn't hurt to grant them some bare minimum of supernatural potency to replace the powers they've lost. The Voyaging Realm is a dangerous place, and they've many debts unpaid to the warriors of the Encampment which now they are hard-pressed to resist. Of course, Hunger won't do so for free... [-1 Arete gained at next experience point]

*Acquire [House Alynne Precious Metal Reserves], yielding some 700 currency units if liquidated in a hurry. There's more treasure on offer but Verschlengorge can only store so much... if only you had some sort of inventory-esque power of nigh-limitless capacity!
*Hunger will stick around for a couple of days to Ennoble Larissa, Sten, and a few key figures from the major nobles houses which are allied to his cause.
*Also allows you to heal Verschlengorge up to Rank 6.95.
*Counts as a single Propaganda Action.
*Beware the Apocryphal Curse.

[ ] An Army Made - One does not turn down a ready-made army when beginning a campaign of conquest. The peoples of the Inner Ring are somewhat used to Hunger's command and have much to atone for. Their sins they shall expiate in blood, while their glories shall buy them all the support that can be afforded by a regnant with a Cursebearer's vigor. [-1 pick to next experience point]

*Bring the Temple civ with you on your adventures within the Voyaging Realm. Ennoble as many as you can, continuously.
*Allows you to perform continuous Propaganda Actions, improving Rank gained and allowing for Rank gains from enemies of far less notable scope
*Some of their mightier Soul Evokers are still capable of performing supernatural feats, and some of their greater Marshalls have independently awakened Astral Rank
*The Temple civ is highly educated and technologically sophisticated; while a bit arrogant, they are far more reasonable and civilized than most Voyaging Realm civilizations, and have much potential in countless fields of endeavour.
*Travel will be slow.
*You'll have to figure out logistics and provide food, water and shelter to ten million people, though the resources of the Houses are at your command.
*A sufficiently loyal populace can serve as an ablative "shield" for the Apocryphal Curse; certain events may affect your civilization rather than targeting your own life or that of your friends.

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The Lord of the Rings
The Lord of the Rings

Power drowned him in the wake of Sten's surrender, a triumphal flood as Crimson and Azure both bathed him in strength. A conquerer's strength, an overlord's: the peerless might and fortitude of Stenallon Worldkeeper himself, and access to the Outer Shadow, a supremely powerful support-type Soul Evocation.

Its stained-glass tide could trap foes in an inescapable mire of magic-defeating light; held defensively against the body, it could buttress one's endurance to stupefying levels. Its power of nullification was selective, allowing Hunger to suppress both the agility and the magics of his enemies while leaving allies untouched, though the potency of that dispellation left much to be desired when compared to Gisena's Nullity.

Bereft of the star-stuff maintaining its Dimensional Rift, the Inner Temple began slowly to fold in on itself, the deep velvet blue of its false sky compressing and collapsing as Hunger and Sten met up with the quickly-withdrawing Gisena and Aeira. The Elementalist was carrying the unconscious Sorceress across her shoulders, making decent time but struggling with the weight. Hunger leapt alongside and gestured, then hoisted the both of them up to ensure a speedier withdrawal from the Inner. Sten followed, eyes contentedly vacant.

Outside of the Inner Ring was a teeming mass of humanity, its entire population evacuated and flooding the shops and causeways of the Middle Temple. Hunger idly tossed the Azure as he considered who to assign as its next Ringbearer. Gisena was the obvious choice, his most loyal and capable companion, but it would be remiss not to consider Letrizia as well, or even potentially Aeira.

Larissa approached within mere minutes, somehow homing onto him amongst the cacophonous horde around. He gave her a brief outline of his plans - he would use the power of his Ring to permanently elevate a number of loyal, hand-picked troops and administrators who would defend and lead the Temple civilization going forward. There was farmland enough in the Middle and Outer Temples to feed ten million mouths, and with the Call's dissipation many in the Encampment outside had already begun to depart. With Sten having retained much of his physical power even after the Ring's removal, their society ought to be able to fend for themselves. They would be reliant on mass-scale hunting and trade for the first planting season, and more or less self-sufficient thereafter, though the residents now would age at a normal rate.

Larissa was understandably distraught over the prospect of his departure in a few days, but Gisena would be awake soon enough. That would head off the matter properly.

"Sten," He addressed the giant.

"Yes, Ring-Lord?"

"Find a secluded location. We've much to discuss."

"Yes, Ring-Lord."

They darted out of the city proper and into the criss-crossing fields that dominated this area of the Middle Temple. Hunger had decided to spare the man; now he needed to ensure that Sten would not become a petty tyrant in his absence. One consequence of his victory via scam was that Sten believed him to be an amoral conquerer with a Ring-Lord's disposition, albeit one whose triumph was inevitable and thus defiance purposeless. He needed to maintain that framing in their subsequent interactions, yet still justify a gentle hand in rule...

"I'm going to set you up as my regent over these people," he said, adopting a caustic mien. "Ensure they are housed, well-fed, happy and prosperous. That my rule is absolute does not mean it cannot be a gentle one for your civilization. You will be set up as a model to justify peaceful capitulation on the part of future polities. I want your society to be as close to utopian as your resources will allow. This must be no illusion. Future envoys will likely scrutinize every detail before surrendering their nations to me."

Sten's eyes widened briefly. "The Ring-Lord is kind. I... expected severity, given the offenses we have committed."

Hunger scoffed. "It's a matter of simple convenience. This is the way in which your society can be most useful to me. It's not as if I'm concerned about the actual welfare of your people or anything. Do your work adequately and I will ensure that the burden falls heaviest on the ruling classes. If you are not a capable enough administrator, find those who are both competent and genuinely committed to the flourishing of their people. Maintain continuity of governance when possible within those restrictions."

"I understand, Ring-Lord." Sten bowed his head.

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[X] Mass Ennoblement with [X] Inherit the World has won.

Who should receive the Ring Azure, who is the Ring of Time? The Lunar Band, Ring of the Mind, Jewel of Artifice, the Ring of Truth?

[ ] Gisena Allria, the High Sorceress of Nullity - Who better to bear the Jewel of Artifice and Ring of the Mind than a genuine renaissance woman herself? Gisena's loyalty is unquestionable, her compatibility with both Hunger and the Ring of Truth superlative. She is undoubtedly Hunger's closest partner in this Realm, and she contributed essentially and most directly to the acquisition of the Ring itself via her Ultimate, clearing out the chaff among the Immortals so that Hunger could focus on Evangeline and Sten. Why is this even a question?

*Loyalty: 10/10
*Azure Compatibility: 9.5/10
*Larissa eternally BTFO
*Gisena will make fun of you and be smug
*Chief Dominion: Jewel of Artifice.

[ ] Duchess Letrizia Artriez - One could argue that Gisena already has a role and fills it well, while someone like Letrizia could well use the benefits to improve her capabilities in direct combat. Verschlengorge can't always fit into the places you're going, and Letrizia's position of power in the Human Sphere gives her an excellent position to leverage a Ring's advantages. Additionally, access to the Sharpbright Element means that, while Letrizia may have lower compatibility than Gisena, her raw Astral power will grow much faster without intervening circumstances. Effectiveness is a matter of output and finesse; a sufficient advantage in the former can overwhelm a limited edge in the latter.

*Loyalty: 7-8 (?) / 10
*Azure Compatibility: 7.5 / 10, but see above
*Letrizia will be happy!! [++Letrizia, +Arete]
*She made you soup!
*Chief Dominion: Ring of Truth OR Ring of Time, depending on your preferences.

[ ] Aeira Shadowcord - Aeira's powers are useful and Letrizia seems to enjoy her company a lot. If you wish to entice her to stay for the long haul there are few better routes than the 'loaning' of a Ring.

*Loyalty: 4 (6) / 10
*Azure Compatibility: 8 / 10, Aeira's professional demeanor and methodical personality well-suit the Ring, though she lacks Gisena's world-dominating virtuosity.
*Chief Dominion: Lunar Band

What's Hunger's focus these days? Mass Ennoblement is a somewhat slow process, but not a very strenuous one given the power of the Crimson. Choose only one. Tactics and omakes can improve the results.

[ ] Keeping an eye out - Stay alert. Unpleasant surprises could be just around the corner. Strongly mitigates the chances of an Apocryphal-created ambush.

[ ] Hunting - Go kill some shit. +2 picks.

[ ] Studying the Blade Praxis - While they re-constructed their society in the ruins of the Temple, he studied the blade.

[ ] Chilling - Hang out with the party. It's nice to take a break every now and then. +Gisena, +Letrizia, +Aeira

[ ] Healing Versch - Focus on Healing Versch. He'll reach Rank 7.4 instead of Rank 6.9, but you won't be able to heal him further until your Rank improves.

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Threefold Meditations
Threefold Meditations

He decided eventually to give the Ring to Gisena. It wasn't a very difficult choice, but he'd given due consideration to other possible candidates: Letrizia foremost, but almost Aeira, Larissa or even Sten. Ultimately he felt that the Azure would be best controlled - and find its highest affinity in - the Nullity Sorceress, whose powers of dispellation could suppress it if necessary, and whose prodigious virtuosity in every field of human endeavor would best fit the Jewel of Artifice.

But Gisena was still unconscious, recovering from the use of her Ultimate outburst, and so he carried her form to Letrizia's encampment outside the Temple, where Verschlengorge loomed like menacing cliffs. She'd prepared a sumptuous repast of soup and bread, and he happily dug in, tearing open warm, softly textured loaves to dip into the luxuriant broth of her creation. It was rich but not cloying, a stimulating blend of savor and spice that caused one to salivate merely inhaling its aroma. Letrizia was justifiably proud of her soup, which Aeira eagerly consumed and asked for seconds, though she could not compete with Hunger's Forebear-augmented speed.

"Leave some for Miss Gisena," Letrizia said, eyes wide but not unhappily as Hunger worked steadily through bowl after bowl.

He shook his head sternly. "She won't be awake for many hours more, possibly a day or two. There's no point."

Pitiless, he continued to devour the soup. Letrizia blushed faintly.

"W-well, I guess I'm flattered that you enjoy it so much! Though, this shouldn't be much of a surprise given the power of my new Element! I excel at whatever I set my mind to."

Hunger finished and set down his bowl. "The Element reflects the user, not the other way around. Don't rely on it overmuch, and don't attribute your own successes away either. This was good soup, you should be proud of it."

"I-I am! I'm super proud, okay?" She turned up her nose and huffed. "But my magic did make it even better!"

Hunger shook his head slowly. "An arrogant noble, just like the others. You give them an opening and they're happy to make everything about themselves."

"Y-you!"

"What? It's not like I'm proud of you as well. Stupid."

"You're stupid..." Letrizia said weakly, but consented to being patted on the head. "I'm not a kid, you know."

"If you don't like it, I can stop."

"You can keep going. So, how was the Temple? Did you win? I assume so, given that the moon was freed from its claws."

"Yes, we won." He grimaced briefly. "It wasn't easy or clean. In some ways, killing their leadership may have been preferable to what I did. But this will ensure a relatively safe and prosperous life for the survivors. They don't deserve the stolen vigor of the Ring, but neither should they be condemned to death simply for being born in a society that exploits it."

Letrizia hummed thoughtfully. "It's good that you had the... wherewithal to spare them. A lot of the time it's not so easy, even with overwhelming strength..." She peeked upwards, just briefly, at Verschlengorge.

"Power without control is a coarse tool," he agreed. "I've been meaning to work on my own swordsmanship a bit."

"Oh please," Letrizia rolled her eyes. "Do you really need to 'study the blade' all the time? I'm sure you're already better than virtually any swordsman alive, even in here!"

"No." He shook his head. "I have power, physical endurance and raw speed. My technique is decent for a human swordsman, but not even close to the High Lords of Faerie in my previous world. I've still not surpassed the very Tyrant that broke this Blade. And the Voyaging Realm is a very big place."

"Um..." Aeira said quietly, "I think you are very skilled, Lord Hunger. Certainly more so than almost any in the Sovereignty, from what I have been able to perceive of your strokes. You have instincts developed from many years of brawling. From my perspective they are honed to a level that is truly supernatural, almost transcendental... though, perhaps it is only my own deficiencies that cause me to think so..."

"Look what you did," Letrizia huffed. "You made Aeira sad!"

"A tragedy," Hunger said. "Well, as to avoid any further damage, I'll go study the blade. Thanks for the meal."

"You're welcome! Hmph!"

With his sword laying across his legs, he sat in a meditative pose. The technique of the Forebear which he'd first harnessed against the Primary Rotspawn had indisputably served him well in the fights that followed, but he couldn't help but feel that he'd been using a tremendously sophisticated implement in only the grossest manner. The raw power to Cut Through reality offered so many possible applications if he could only master them.

To reduce it merely to the level of slicing through one's immediate opponent, while in no way disrespectful or incorrect - the Forebear's Cut was, ultimately, a tool of murder - did speak to a lack either of creativity or control.

The same blue that manifested about his blade was reflected in Verschlengorge's internal runes. Its eyes had shifted to that color when it had addressed Hunger as Praehihr. In some way these were connected, Verschlengorge's Curse of Decimation and the fact that it was designed with a bonded Cursebearer in mind, the blue of his Blade and its eyes, some connection, even if faint to the point of disappearing, between the Foremost and the Accursed...

"What are you hiding?" He asked finally, turning upwards to look at the toothily-grinning giant. "What's the meaning of that liminal blue? If this is a power associated with Cursebearers, why did the Forebear have it? Or did my imitation of the Forebear's technique only incidentally unlock something within me that all Cursebearers can access?"

At this Verschlengorge moved, sudden monstrous blur of speed, thundering obelisk of its arm smashing down beside him and throwing a thick storm of dust into the sky. He heard Letrizia's startled shriek in the distance as steam vented from Verschlengorge's forearm, up and across the panel which was directly adjacent to him. Armor plates unscrewed, locking bolts firing upwards to reveal the rune array beneath, and that etched-flesh surface unfurled like a fractal blossom to reveal a naked chasm which contained - a series of books?

Gingerly Hunger reached in and extracted Verschlengorge's hidden trove. The books were bound strangely, their smooth leather-esque covers shiny and slick with the weathering of age, the material of the pages thick and coarse but an unspoiled creamy white. They gave off the impression at once of both immense age and utter timelessness. All but one were in an indecipherable language to him. That one he selected and examined the cover.

Meditations on the Praxis, it read, Volume I.

Bolstered by his personal Pressure, his instincts had always served him well. They were telling him now to return the unused texts. He set aside the one comprehensible book and returned the others to their receptacle. Scarce had he removed his hand before the flesh receded and the armor snapped back into place. Verschlengorge smiled, a bloodthirsty sneer that felt almost wholesome for its lack of pretense, and fell still.

Hunger looked at the Armament for several long moments more, then shrugged, and began to read.

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Tamalern came upon the cave of the Eternal for the ten thousandth time. Again he bowed his head and offered the treasures of his world-spanning conquest.

Show me but one Form of the Royal Work, he pleaded, and I shall desist!

Very well. But your desistance is not necessary. The arc of the showing shall exceed both your life and mine.

-The Tales of Vesperind


[X] The Classical Form - The hand outstretched. Runes of blue like a sudden parapet, quill-strokes carved into reality's unresisting face. Multitudinous are the manifestations of the Praxis, yet the classical form is most commonly encountered. From its sigils of impossible elegance flow the culmination of all powers and things, for the scope of the Work is without limit, and so too must be its Art.

*A wall of runes is homologous to a succession of strokes, tip of the sword as fitting a tool as the will-sharpened mind.

You will never in your life have done anything as difficult as embarking upon this path. Thereafter you will never do anything as difficult as taking just one step further. Do not bemoan the effort. The core of the Praxis is effort itself made strength. There can be no one without the other.

-Tyfimen, Royal Practitioner


[ ] Generate 1 Praxis pick - The hardest thing Hunger has ever done. Do not expect this to ever again be so easy.

[ ] Generate 2 Praxis picks - 7 Arete - More steps than one, a toddler's undertaking. A respectable first showing.

[ ] Generate 4 Praxis picks - 12 Arete - Far beyond the furthermost reaches of will is a place of remote attainment. A commendable effort.

[ ] Generate 7 Praxis picks - 25 Arete - To go even further beyond the wildest expectations of men and dreams. An effort worthy of some recognition. Gain the opportunity to take on one further Curse.

You may spend as much Arete as you can generate. You currently have somewhat over 6.9 Arete.

Unused Praxis picks may be saved. Praxis picks are not gained by mere time, or by circumstance. Gather them well when they are offered, and hoard them preciously, for few can perform so uttermost an exertion merely on demand. It may be the work of one moment, one day or countless days to advance further. All depends on your mettle. That said, it's probably not worth sabotaging your greater build just to begin integrating the Praxis. You may go into Experience debt (1 pick) to acquire Praxis techniques below. Praxis techniques do not disqualify one from acquiring Special Advancements.

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What is a rune but a series of strokes? And a series of strokes is but an encoding of information? But to carve out any particular series while in the whirl of battle is impractical against most serious opponents. Thus we arrive at the key insight. Information encoded homologously is equivalent. There is not one series of strokes, but countless, a dance unfurling with ten thousand superpositions. Understand the language of equivalency, and the stroke of your blade shall be as a quill upon the canvas of reality.

- Edrelzain of the Higher Schools


[ ] Shatter the Pane (2 Praxis + 1 ordinary pick) - When this rune is executed by means of the practitioner's pommel, he may strike the surface of the real and shatter it like splintering glass. Correctly timed, this vastly reduces the impact of any incoming hostile effect. An obliterating wound becomes a moderate one; mind control becomes a mere suggestion; the chains of Fate become feeble strings. Highly draining.

[ ] Artful Thorn (2 Praxis + 1 ordinary pick) - When this rune is executed, briefly afterwards the practitioner's attack is guaranteed to cause a truly meaningful wound if it lands, no matter the scale of the enemy or the inapplicability of his weapon. Even a beast the size of a multiverse will be equivalently impaired to a human's losing of an eye or hand. At this level, only works on coherent enemies (can target the Rotbeast, but not "all Rotspawn"). Increasingly draining.

[ ] Unbound Severing (2 Praxis + 1 ordinary pick) - When this rune is executed, temporarily disable the cohesive (in common metaphysics, typically gravity in the physical realm) force in an area of scope depending on your skill in the Art. You yourself may selectively apply the effects of the cohesive force to your body and to those persons or objects towards which you re-execute this rune. Draining.

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You will find the knowledge attained and the effort spent in the attainment are inextricable. But does that mean they are identical? Is it dissolution, the path become the implement? Or helix, the implement arising from form? Naturally the truth is deeper than this, but you will never attain it without grasping this step. There are no shortcuts here, only the procession of strivings, the Work and the Art inseparable.

-Koan, Mediations on Imperium


[ ] Refinement of Quickness (4 Praxis + 1 ordinary pick) - When this rune is executed, temporarily elevate the practitioner's speed one step along the Infinite Singularity Husk. Duration depends on your skill in the Art, but is comparatively brief. Highly draining.

[ ] Refinement of Place (4 Praxis + 1 ordinary pick) - When this rune is executed, alter the practitioner's or target's place within the positional context (in normal metaphysics, the positional context is "space" within the physical realm) according to the means of execution. For example, a lateral slice may transfer the practitioner laterally across a coordinate plane, or the practitioner may slice an incoming unblockable attack to transport it behind the enemy who launched it. May be further developed to allow movement across positional contexts (such as from the physical Realm to the Astral). Draining, dependent on magnitude of change.

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The world does not allow this. But this Art cares nothing for the world.

Shall I sum it up in one word?

Try.

Do, or do not. But always try.

- The Accursed


[ ] Cold Light of Vengeance (7 Praxis + 1 ordinary pick) - Do not put too much stock in names. Each practitioner names as he wills. But sometimes there is resonance in a name, the far echo eclipsing its original utterance, as the prowess of the Work eclipses even that of the world as it was in the beginning. Increasingly draining.

*The Practitioner stands upon a point. It may be a place of vantage, a hill or tower, or level ground, or a pit from which there is no sight. He is still.
*The lines of his blade pass in arcs through the world, building steadily into a cold storm of light of which he is the eye. The storm steadily grows in scope and fury, each foe within subjected to countless strikes compared to the instant previous.
*At its base level, this technique 'merely' offers constantly increasing range, attack speed and area of effect so long as the practitioner is still.
*The storm can expand without end, speed of its strokes forever intensifying, until whole realities and ontological realms entire wither before its fury.

[ ] Refinement of Battle (7 Praxis + 1 ordinary pick) - Increase the practitioner's offensive and defensive parameters to 700% of their previous level; applies if necessary to weapons or vehicles personally operated. Degree of increase can improve without upper bound. Permanent once executed; causes slight Investiture, decreasing your ability to use other draining techniques by a small degree.

*Sometimes one doesn't need conceptual power, but sheer undeniable force within one's existing sphere.
*Becoming 7x more dangerous and tankier means a roughly fifty-fold increase in overall combat strength.
*Scales quickly and with rapidly increasing returns.

[ ] Imperial Refinement (7 Praxis + 1 ordinary pick) - Attain the Imperial Praxis in the domain of the Sword.

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Where shall Hunger go when his Mass Ennobling is complete? Choose carefully, this vote will decide much.

[ ] Straight to the City - Matters interstellar have not been still while Letrizia has wandered the Voyaging Realm. Best get her back to her people as soon as possible, and widen your window of intervention into the Human Sphere's affairs.

[ ] Return to the Sovereignty - Might as well see what's occurred in your absence. Aeira and the healed Verschlengorge should get you there relatively promptly. Relaxation awaits, and maybe you'll finally challenge that Rotbeast creature... perhaps a monster of its size might pose a credible threat to your newfound power!

[ ] Hunting - Search for some truly dangerous game. Ber is training; why can you afford to stop? Hunger will search for opponents he has at least a good chance to beat.

[ ] Write-In - You may write in an option. Tactics will improve execution.

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The Ageless Hour
The Ageless Hour

Letrizia saw Lord Hunger walking hollowly back from his self-prescribed sword training. Verschlengorge's sudden movement had startled her: it wasn't wholly without precedent, but had happened infrequently enough in the near-decade since she'd piloted him that she was still surprised each time.

In the wake of its movement, things had gone still once more, Lord Hunger perusing a weathered manuscript with ardent focus, then sitting silently in meditative pose for long stretches of time. Finally he'd gotten up and began to perform strange cuts with the sword, unceasing etudes that whipped up a cyclopean eye of wind around him, Pressure like a focusing lens compacting the world into a state of absolute focus.

It was cool, but did not stop, and she'd lost interest shortly after, wandering off to train her own Element with Aeira. But looking at Hunger's current state Letrizia felt vaguely guilty, as if her own (vigorous and exhausting!) training had been shamefully inadequate. The man was a staggering husk of his normal self, cheeks sunken and eyes blank, skin and clothes drenched through with sweat. The fierce noble whisper of his Pressure was silent, absent through utter depletion.

"Hey," Letrizia said, smiling cheerfully. "Um, good work today! It looks like you trained really hard. Aeira told me she could tell you were really putting an incredible amount of concentration and precision into every sword-stroke."

"Uh?" Hunger glanced blearily at her, making with his head what might have been a nod of acknowledgement. "Un."

He stumbled past her and fell onto a cot next to Miss Gisena's, each lost in their own realm of blissful unconsciousness.

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Hunger awoke the next day to the sound of Gisena's humming. It was a bright, musical clarion, the perfecting power of findross enhancing her vocal qualities as it did her physical. But in his state of partial recovery it struck just a bit too sharply, an arrow of brilliant sunlight piercing a dim refuge. He groaned and clutched his head, rolling his shoulder to rise into an upright position.

The marrow-deep exhaustion of his earlier labors had not entirely left him. To commit all of one's cognitive resources into perfectly positioning every arc of the blade, and to continuously ramp up the intensity as his mind adapted, was a task in many ways beyond even his mettle. And yet he'd surprised himself with how long he'd been able to keep up, and how far he'd ultimately managed to go. Surely by no means would this be an unimpressive first showing in the Praxis, that hidden art which both the Foremost and the Accursed deigned to employ for matters of actual import.

It was magic of unimaginable depth and difficulty, but which always rewarded honest effort nonetheless. He was uncertain whether he'd actually mastered the first rune attempted, but that he'd made progress was undeniable; the incipient power, yet-unformed, was a presence in his awareness - unobtrusive, but resolute - that felt almost deeper than his very own selfhood.

"Decided to knock yourself out in solidarity?" Gisena asked, nudging him with one slender calf. "I'm so dearly touched, but what if we'd been attacked in the night?"

"Sten would have saved me," he replied confidently, eyes still half-lidded. "His Pressure was formidable. His instincts are strong."

She offered him a basket of freshly-baked bread, presumably from the Middle Temple. "How thoughtful of you to arrange it all like that! You deserve a reward. Here, have some bread."

He tore a chunk free and paused, loaf halfway to his mouth. "You didn't make this."

"And if I had?" She giggled. "Eating my cooking as payment for seeing my Ultimate attack! It's a good deal, don't you think?"

"Your Sea of Nullity is meant to improve our chances of survival, not destroy them," he said, but bit into the bread anyway. As expected, it wasn't of Gisena's make.

Gisena hummed appreciatively and sat down next to him. Her scent was light; barest effortless touch of plum blossoms and wildflowers, but something of its composition made it almost maddeningly distracting. "So, fearless leader, what's next? Confident you can deal with Ber?"

He produced the Ring of Time. "First I need to decide who gets to be the Ringbearer of Azure. What do you think, Letrizia or Aeira?"

"Hm?" She cocked her head in amusement. "Such a roundabout way of presenting it. Were you afraid I'd say no?"

"Claiming it for yourself? How presumptuous."

"It's a genius' right to skip to the end. Showing your work is for those who can't keep up!"

"I see. So you'd rather have this thing than the Artifact I promised to craft. Well, I can't blame you, it is a Ring of Power."

"I'm going to get both, of course!" Gisena said, hugging his arm and presenting her hand, ring finger waving. "Now hun, I'd like you to slip it oh-so-gently onto my finger, while looking deep into my eyes..."

"So demanding," he groused. "And what will I get for my efforts?"

"Why, it's a surprise!" She said airily. "But don't worry, you'll love it."

"We'll see." So saying, he gently took her hand and placed the Azure upon her proffered finger, lightly pushing it down the length until it reached her knuckle. The Azure flared once, as if in acceptance of its new wielder, and Gisena shivered mightily, falling limp against him.

He frowned. Was this typical?

"Sorry, hun," she whispered, "it's just a bit overwhelming. Hold me for a moment?"

He nodded, wrapping one arm around her shoulders as she rested her head on his chest. Idly he stroked her hair once before catching himself.

Gisena sprightly opened one eye and grinned. "Got ya!"

He rolled his eyes. "So a genius can't be trusted even in defeat."

"I'm completely trustworthy," Gisena pouted. "I was completely overwhelmed by your wonderful presentation of the Ring to me, and just needed a moment to process!"

Fingers splayed, she raised her hand to admire it. "Aah, it's so pretty! Though not nearly as pretty as me. We'll have to work on that!"

"I'm going to drop you now."

"But I've still to give you your surprise?"

"That wasn't it?"

"Of course not, silly, I said you'd love it!" She raised her head and softly kissed him on the very side of the mouth, so close it could almost be considered a kiss on the cheek. There was the slightest delicate taste of exquisite sweetness on the edge of his lip.

"Think of that like an IOU," Gisena said gently, shifting against him. "I owe you one wonderful surprise in the future!"

Recovering his lapsed composure, he scoffed. "You're not getting out of it that easily. How about you forswear cooking for a century?"

"But we might need chemical weapons?" She raised her hand and the Ring pulsed once, Time fluxing slightly around them.

"Besides, what's a century to the Ringbearer of Azure? You should know better than to negotiate in fixed times."

"I see, you think all time is relative. That does explain your cooking skills. Perhaps there was no other possible Ringbearer for the Azure after all."

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[X] 4 picks for 12 Arete and [X] Hunting/Errantry have won. You have 7.5 Arete remaining. Good job guys, you generated 12.5 Arete in two days! Please remember to thank your fellow creators!

Gisena's affinity is in Artifice, but devoid of materials it may not be the best place to first focus her efforts. Which Domain should she first develop?

[ ] Time - Offers time dilation, short-range danger sense and limited precognition, long-range uncertain prophecies (considerably better than chance), and eventually time travel, time loops, weaponized time, fractured timelines, temporal revision and all sorts of time-related effects. In the short-term offers some limited time dilation and danger sense.

[ ] Artifice - It may not be very useful right now, but it's still best to play to one's strengths! If you ever decide to return to the Sovereignty or find another high-magic (or high-technology) civilization there's much that could be done with this Domain, though all requires time and resources.

[ ] Mind - As a polymath and scientific genius, the power of Mind would build on an incredibly strong foundation, though some might say the resulting improvements are overkill. As with your domain of Blood, the power of Mind allows Gisena to augment or diminish certain aspects of Mind in herself and others, sharpening the wits of those allied to her and dulling the minds of her enemies.

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Time to depart. Where shall Hunger go to hunt now?

[ ] A Call for Aid - Aeira's friend has sent an alert: one of their mutual classmates has apparently mutated into some sort of giant monster! While far from home Mizuku Seiran stumbled upon what he claimed was some sort of ancient Armor Prototype. Thereafter communications were lost and a being wielding his Element of Quickwater began swiftly to rampage in the associated territories. While the radius of devastation has not affected official Sovereignty territory, there is concern that Mizuku will either enter Sovereignty lands or wander onto an adjacent 'slice' of Voyaging Realm terrain and be lost. As the boy was one of their most promising High Elementalists, many in the Sovereignty are understandably distressed at this turn of events. Whosoever resolves the matter would certainly gain fame in this modestly populated society.

*Beware that you, Letrizia, or Aeira herself are not affected by this mutagenic artifact...
*Risk: Low given Hunger's current power
*Reward: 2 picks + variable Rank reward depending on tactics and results
*You may be able to recover the boy or discover more about the nature of High Elementalism!

[ ] A Fish Out of Legend - Rumor foretells of a continental beast whose overturnings send entire oceans a-roil, whose roar is the death of island chains and whose latticed fin in rise-and-fall spawns tsunami waves capable of wiping entire civilizations away like grout before the cleaner. To confront a beast of this scale, even with Hunger's superhuman agility, is surely folly. And yet the mechanics of Rank are such that only he who dares may win. Venture deep, deep into the vast pitiless blue of the Voyaging Sea, far past all hope of returning to shore from whence you departed; there in the endless azure dark will you find the shadow of the Armament-Fish, whose embryonic thrashings are an Ereadhihr's birth-throes.
*Hunger desires to seek out this legend and seize immortality among the fishermen's ranks.
*Are you fucking crazy
*Risk: Insane
*Reward: 5 picks + variable, but undoubtedly great, Rank reward depending on tactics and results
*Securing an additional Armament, even if incomplete, would be an enormous coup. There are fewer than two dozen across the entire Human Sphere, each one irreplaceable and unique.
*Hunger's build is actually quite well-suited to fighting opponents of higher Rank, and will be even more so once he completes his Trinity of Artifact EFB-equivalents. That said, this is still absurdly risky, but perhaps with the power of the Praxis as well...
*Why would you pick this

[ ] Typhonmiele - This hundred-headed serpent of legend whose honeyed poison bleeds the very fabric of reality has found its way to the fabled Realm of Towers. Lest this priceless conservatory of Voyaging Realm history be destroyed, Typhonmiele's advance must be stopped. But what hero would dare challenge the Father Serpent itself, whose scales are flaxen mythril, whose tendrils are the world-tree's roots, whose maw of dripping venom is the hungering sky itself?

*Risk: High
*Reward: 4 picks + variable, but substantial, Rank rewards depending on tactics and results.
*Saving the Realm of Towers may grant access to ancient secrets of the Foremost and Voyaging Realm
*Far, you'll have to travel a while to reach him
*Hunger's not particularly suited to fight this enemy, but it's a far sight less dangerous than the Armament-Fish and more productive than Mizuku. The Realm of Towers is far vaster and better-connected to the wider Voyaging Realm than the Elixir Sovereignty could hope to be.
*The Historians of the Realm of Towers command a wide array of magics, many useful, though none of scale sufficient enough to combat the sky-blotting serpent that seeks to gorge on their persons and secrets.
*Tactics and discussion can seriously improve your chances against both Typhonmiele and the Armament-Fish, though not to the degree that these choices would be safer than A Call For Aid.

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How did Hunger expend his Praxis advancement?

[ ] Refinement of Quickness (4 Praxis + 1 ordinary pick) - When this rune is executed, temporarily elevate the practitioner's speed one step along the Infinite Singularity Husk. Duration depends on your skill in the Art, but is comparatively brief. Highly draining.

*Do I really need to argue for this?
*Even a brief moment of Elevated speed can allow one to dodge the undodgeable, strike past an otherwise-impenetrable guard, or escape foes otherwise certainly your doom.
*Note that at Hunger's level this is not Absolute speed, though the feats of demigods and mythic heroes would not be far out of reach.
*Highly draining, difficult to use more than a few times even in the most serious of fights.

[ ] Refinement of Place (4 Praxis + 1 ordinary pick) - When this rune is executed, alter the practitioner's or target's place within the positional context (in normal metaphysics, the positional context is "space" within the physical realm) according to the means of execution. For example, a lateral slice may transfer the practitioner laterally across a coordinate plane, or the practitioner may slice an incoming unblockable attack to transport it behind the enemy who launched it. May be further developed to allow movement across positional contexts (such as from the physical Realm to the Astral). Draining, dependent on magnitude of change.

*Incredible utility and power, can be used in somewhat casual fights if distances are kept low
*Allows for high level conceptual manipulations in the long run
*SORD. MAGIC. GUD.
*Not as potent in direct combat as the Refinement of Quickness.

[ ] Artful Thorn (2 Praxis + 1 ordinary pick) - When this rune is executed, briefly afterwards the practitioner's attack is guaranteed to cause a truly meaningful wound if it lands, no matter the scale of the enemy or the inapplicability of his weapon. Even a beast the size of a multiverse will be equivalently impaired to a human's losing of an eye or hand. At this level, only works on coherent enemies (can target the Rotbeast, but not "all Rotspawn"). Increasingly draining.

*Useful if one intends to hunt epic beasts in the quest for greater Rank.

[ ] Save - Doubtlessly greedy, but even so...

Imperium beckons. Will you answer the call?

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Mists of Quickening
Mists of Quickening

Seiran Mizuku never wanted to be a hero.

Upon graduation, all Elementalists were expected to join the forces of the Sovereignty. There were no shortage of benefits - an instant commission following brief officer training, a guaranteed and generous stipend (though nowhere close to the grey-market rate), status and privilege for one's family, the acclaim and respect (and envy) of one's peers. And yet to him they had only registered as pointless accoutrements - nonsensical, like dressing up a bird for plate service before it'd even been slaughtered. Reward the families of those who fell, but those who escaped with their lives? They would hardly need either prestige or money given the power of their Elements.

But maybe it made sense, if you had to convince that bird to walk to the abattoir of its own accord. Or if the bird were a force-wielding Elementalist capable of rending entire city blocks with the barest exertion of his power. Maybe some enticements were necessary, not decoration but bait.

But trappings of either kind meant nothing compared to one's life. Status was no proper payment for expected mortality, especially against a foe of the Rotbeast's calibre. No one had ever succeeded; they didn't even know if it could be done! It was a monster that existed between life and death: could it ever truly be forced into one state or the other? What if it was like a lich, whose phylactery was buried in some far-off corner of the Voyaging Realm, effectively forever beyond their reach? Why would you ever join the corps when so so many other opportunities were afforded even a middling Elementalist, much less the top of your class?

He knew his classmates saw that, had spoken with them on the subject, and yet: each and every time they acknowledged he was correct, also they would brush off his conclusions with some joke or unreasoning dismissal, following every link in the logical chain until the one that actually mattered. Why die for the Sovereignty, who would spend your life as freely as it did its Elixir Waters, who but for sheer stubborn pride and meaningless 'independence' could at any time simply kowtow to Empire, accept the polite fiction of research-colony status, and shelter under the nigh-invincible aegis of its military-grade Prototypes? But such thoughts were sedition at best, and the spreading of them treason against the Sovereignty. How lucky was Mizuku that he was one of the year's top Elementalists, and too important (and too difficult) to properly lock up.

How lucky was he, that they would merely threaten his family instead. Fight and accept uncertain death, or face the certainty of 'unfortunate accidents.' How lucky were they, to be blessed with an Elementalist for a child, and one of such talents too! What magnificent repayment of their treasure and time, and full-hearted care and love for their son, their only son, their light and hope, now turned a millstone around their necks.

What now was he to do, accept the illimitable chain called Familial Love and become a dog of the state, or fail to give in to terrorism and be branded a heartless monster? Of course he loved them, and dearly so. Could he allow that to turn him into a slave without cessation or recourse?

And of course they would not do the obvious thing, the reasonable thing - publicly disavow his lack of patriotism, put on a farce of dysfunctional hate to avoid the farce of their hostage's fate. Too proud, too concerned with their standing in the community, their carefully-cultivated proprietorship of a lower-mid-level Elixir inn... he could not fault them for the desire to save their life's work, save that it could cost them their lives.

Sometimes he felt as if he were the only sane person in the whole wide world, but his father assured him that was only his teenage hormones. Fine; accepting that as true, still none of their actions made any sense. Caught between two painful extremes they vacillated, unwilling to bear either burden, but inaction was a course of action all its own.

So he acted. He ran away. Beyond the reach of easy communication, that by his inaccessibility he could protect his mother and father and sister all; for what use was taking a hostage when the ransom-payer could not be found?

He made a grand declaration of 'exploring in the Sovereignty's name' to muddy the waters of his defection with exuberant stupidity, and set off into the wild with only his Water and Aveai's intermittent Connection for company.

At first things had gone well. He was a skilled Elementalist; unquestionably one of the best, and that was not hubris but careful self-evaluation. Of the direct combatants in his cohort only Aobaru was stronger, and perhaps Aeira if Elements were off the table. He (obviously) had his own supply of water, hunting was steady and easy, and Mizuku always kept a bandolier of potions for when unnatural resilience or perspicacity was required.

Even on foot he was fast. Quickwater's wielder could be nothing less. He wandered the yellow-green grasses of the Meandering Streams and strode beneath the thousand-frond cypress of the Hallowing Path, mist raised to keep the ever-dawning sun from his eyes. He plucked jewel-cluster plums from the Fistful Orchard and survived on fish and fowl caught by his own crook-fingered hands. The birds he roasted; the fish he sometimes ate raw, sliced evenly into shining steaks like his mother had made for the inn. His mind was quick, his wits were sharp, his Water conferred supernal speed and competence. He had a potion for every occasion and a plan for every foe. The Sovereignty library taught well, so long as you ignored the baseline curriculum.

Sometimes he would convey a message through Aveai, updating his family on his latest discoveries, letting them know he was alive. They'd settled into an uneasy peace with the authorities, who had retroactively sponsored his 'trip'; if they could not use him for cannon fodder at least they would use him for propaganda. So be it, that he did not mind one whit, as it impinged no further threat on his actual life.

Then he'd found the Foremost ruins. A small outpost off the sea-brined coast, well-dilapidated by torrent and time, spray of teal lichen clinging stubbornly to its weathered marble walls. Inside he'd found a miracle, the Foremost equivalent of an Armor Prototype, folded in humble repose within a vault of solidified time. He'd studied the declassified accounts of great Foremost explorers - Randall Humerus, Arche Hegellian IX, and of course Amarlt CXIV - and knew something of the language.

What threadbare archives he found indicated that the 'Park' was proceeding as scheduled, and that one contingent of Builders had advanced the folded specimen as an experimental armor for their security forces. Alloyed with Builder steel, its core functionality was spun around a matrix of Ruhuk essence, a new distillation that they were confident would avoid the problems arising from previous attempts. Guaranteed to interface independently with any sapient organism, generating minimal psyche contamination. When its programming was finished, copies were to be deployed with both Ruhuk and Builder hosts.

It was like a dream come true, a cliche from a Saturday-morning holovid. Boy or girl stumbles upon ancient Foremost technology, is infused with its forgotten power, and protects the world from Astral horrors of every stripe and configuration, fashionable transformation sequence optional. Everyone knew that Foremost tech favored humans; almost thirty percent of the time, their machines would activate and obey human orders without resistance or complication. Visions assailed him of the Rotbeast overcome, and himself triumphant over its corpse, or suppressing its unliving mass endlessly with Pressure of Foremost provenance.

Of course he never intended to put it on himself, not at first. He would remove it from stasis to carefully examine first, while it remained inert, and only under a thick fog of his Element, granting him supernatural reflexes and providence within its radius.

He never expected the long-dormant security system to register high concentrations of his Element as a threat. He never expected the abruptly-released Armor to be capable of independent locomotion. He'd taken every reasonable precaution, but reason sometimes failed in the face of the unexpected.

And then the empty Armor had fallen on him, snapping to his limbs with shocking speed and skill, its chimerical tethers bonding to his nervous system, rampant instincts overwhelming his own. Core Directive 4: Defend the Park from unlicensed mutation. He struggled, but could not overcome its strength, the seal of its mask like a body-bag closing; and Mizuku Seiran, despite how very far he'd traveled, despite all his efforts and cunning and skills, found himself conscripted at last.

He was half a god now, the Armor's secondary nervous system perfusing and interlacing his own, drawing endless mutive power from streams of his Element forcibly harnessed; and something of its own nature allowed it to absorb and adapt to those mutations with ever-increasing potency, every aberration overcome and twisted into greater strength. His limbs were knurled pillars of pale grey, backwards-jointed and rising many meters, with all the sponginess of flesh but the resilience of adamant; six golden eyes covered every angle of approach, their keen calculating stare endlessly evaluating threat and distance; his maw was sealed shut, superfluous, his internals now powered solely by the Quickwater he endlessly produced. A perfect cyclical machine, an unswerving juggernaut of purpose.

He felt the Armor's satisfaction at a host well-chosen; the experiment was clearly a success, and the Park would soon be freed of unlicensed mutation. The host had understandable sympathies to its own kind, its lair a hotbed of egregious mutation, and so the Armor had to assert control, but it assured its host that volition would be returned in time, so long as it served the purposes of the Foremost. It was not bad; it was a good Armor, proud to be the first of a new series, and would care for its host within the constraints of its core directives.

Seiran Mizuku had never wanted to be a hero. But he would rather have died a hero's death, than live eternally as a monster. That now was beyond his say or pleading. Trapped in his body he had much time to think. At times his thoughts wandered to Aveai's words, when she'd first discerned the nature of his element:

The transformations of Quickwater are as endless as the realm of dreams. Take care that you do not wander into the distaff plane of nightmare.

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[X] A Call for Aid with [X] Save has won. [X] Artifice is Gisena's Domain of focus.

In traveling, Hunger slew some Astral Beasts attacking the newly-healed Versch. You have one pick.

[ ] Echo of the Forebear - Why say no to more speed and toughness?

[ ] Exalted Spirit [2 Arete] - Improving your mental capabilities could better the outcomes for lateral problem-solving.

[ ] Triumphal Gleam [7 Arete] - Far or near, journeyman or sage, all admire the same Evening Sky. Why should he who wears it atop his shoulders not benefit from that same world-spanning acclaim? The wearer should bestride the world, be it with his physical swiftness or the long shadow of his influence. Can only be taken immediately after the attainment of a great victory.

++Charisma, +++AGI, +50% Rank gain
*Note that Rank becomes increasingly difficult to improve naturally as it increases.
*Vastly increases the wielder's innate memetic appeal, but only for those acts he considers positive - his great exploits will shine with adulation unending, while his disappointments and secret shames are buried under a tide of admiration.
*A superb reputation can justify eccentric, even Tyrannical behavior, or at least insulate one from the consequences thereof. Charisma improves your personal presence, but this Advancement helps people know of you beforehand, and ensures your reputation is one you would be proud of.
*Take care that you do not become what you despise. An unlikely prospect for Hunger, but the allure is greater when the consequences of overreach are so easily dispersed.

[ ] Opalescence - You should probably buy this at some point... or should you?

What to do first upon returning to the Sovereignty?

[ ] Gather the Troops - The legendary Reckoner of Rotspawn, whom many High Elementalists of the senior and junior classes know personally, has returned to help them resolve the matter of Mizuku's monstrous transformation! Surely there are many among the ranks of Elixir Prefectural High who wish to offer their assiduous participation in any rescue attempt - and, of course, to be there if they have to say goodbye.

*Get to see the kids again
*Can be thought of as a waste of time
*Gain allies with various utility and offensive effects that could be useful against Mizuku
*Mizuku may be stronger (and worth more picks) if you wait.

[ ] Cut Through - Slay the rampaging Mizuku before he reaches Elixir territory proper. He's destroyed over 90% of the species in his path including several scout infantry, and seems only to be getting stronger with each engagement. Salvaged videography of the monster shows a stunning, almost inhuman level of combat skill and tactical acumen, sub-millimetric precision in each pallid limb. It's still at the point where Hunger could make a show of it, but won't be if he waits much longer.

*+.15 Base Rank, +1 Arete
*Hunger's not going to go out of his way, but if he sees a convenient means of sparing the kid he'll take it

[ ] Attempt Diplomacy - Surely there is still something of Mizuku in there; the creature is not mindless, it wields his Element with sound judgement and deftness of skill. If Mizuku can be talked down or recruited, that would be best for all involved, though it's not as great a spectacle as an epic clash in combat. Finding any actually viable angle of reasoning with this thing is going to require a flash of insight, if not a veritable stroke of genius...

*+.1 Base Rank if successful, -2 Arete
*Hunger will do his best to somehow disable the suit without killing the young man it's bonded to, and will withdraw and plan further if unable to make headway nonlethally.

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