Harry wasn't sure if it counted as a loss. He wasn't planning to kill them by any measure, but he'd thought about it before and made back-up plans to kill them if their hand ever became abusive; some of those plans were even possible to activate from the confinement of his understair chamber. He'd also considered running away when he was seven, but he needed the resources to study and learn how to use his powers better; this was his best chance. In order to establish cordial relationships, he'd have to act understanding.
It's so accurate to the genre I'm already having ptsd flash-backs to histories strongest senior brother.

Can't wait for Harry to murder Malfoy in broad daylight because he attacked Daphne. Then get sent to Azkaban, but it was actually part of the plan all along because his cultivation technique let's him kill Dementors and feed on the souls they've absorbed across their amortal lives.

[HP] Extra Books [8 Hallows]

How else is Harry meant to impress Daphne if not by "studying hard" for three days without sleep and perfectly memorizing the sum total of hogwarts potion knowledge?!
 
...how is this not a powerful benefit?
I should have been more clear. I suspect it's difficult to game luck magic in such a manner, not that the theory isn't extremely poweful. You're right that the proposed effect is extremely strong.

Doylist reasoning: if you can do this, why hasn't anyone else done this? It's a rare and expensive potion, but it's on the market.
 
Doylist reasoning: if you can do this, why hasn't anyone else done this? It's a rare and expensive potion, but it's on the market.
...I think that's Watsonian reasoning? doylist would be "you can't do this because it's OP", your reasoning is in-universe.
Anyway, possible explanation: people didn't think of that. it Is a pretty lackluster explanation, but this is set in 19-something, right? internet wasn't so developed, so I don't think there would have been large groups having discussions about fictional characters and their abilities, which removes a major source of thought about these kinds of powers. the Wizarding world is a lot smaller then the muggle one, and I recall hearing lucious(...is that how you spell his name? I forget. Lord Malfoy) was written as more like the rich guy in a town then a million/billionaire, implying a very small scale indeed.
(devils advocate against myself, canonical hogwarts size is 1000, seven years of education makes that 140ish people/year, times a hundred-something since wizards live longer then normal humans iirc, that makes 17,142 people- more then a small town, but still in town range on reflection. I have failed to play devils advocate against myself. oh well.)
Felix Felicis is just one magical item out of hundreds or thousands to analyse, very expensive, and it doesn't give you perfect luck, just really good; anyone who thought "I'll use this for divination!", if there was such a person, would have to have already known it was fallible, or they'd get themselves killed/fail and waste loads of felicis, sooner or later. It's not like I've just come up with this now at first hearing of Felix; I've thought about ways to abuse luck-magic before in a variety of settings and not all the context is my own. So, I wouldn't be too surprised if I Did hear nobody had done it before and it still worked, though I admit from a Doylist - out of text- perspective it probbbably doesn't work.
 
Daphne Greengrass (b. 1979/1980)[1] was a pure-blood witch and a member of the Greengrass family, an old wizarding family and one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. She began attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1991 and was sorted into Slytherin House. She was in the same year as the famous Harry Potter.[1]
from Daphne Greengrass

I got a spam warning for this message, probably because it's a quote from somewhere else. It does look kinda spammy, I suppose, even though it's answering a question.
 
You've got spam warning because you had post with quotes and less than 25 words in it. It's just thing forum does so just don't pay attention to it.
 
Amusing troll logic/joke idea: engaging Totality with Versch, except... well, you know how the ring Hunger is indestructible? Yeah. That. You make it so that the ring's indestructibility is a major component, play up that indestructibility aspect when going in Totality, and the end result being... a Verschlengorge as indestructible as the ring Hunger. :V

(... Hm. If the ring is so darn indestructible, is there any way to link it to the Walls of Myth? And grant the walls some of that indestructibility?)
 
Alright, this is rough asf being basically just one giant monologue of a person who probably shouldn't know half-the things they are talking about in this omake, but time is late, and even +1 on the roll matters considering how maths works with rerolls.



Woe To The Conquered.

Today, he found himself standing on the Walls of Myth. His brothers-legionaries stood with him. Not much further from him, he saw a glimpse of the Princess's hair; a Myrellian was there with them.

It made sense, he thought wryly, for the last Myrellian to die standing with her legionaries, as Nilfel ceases to exist.

Even in the land of Myth, where every day is adventure and every season is an epic, recent civil war came as overhelming, deep shock. Lord Protector's, thought invincible, was overthrown with help of a foreign stranger. The new divine, declared fake. Legions of Nilfen have swept aside so much like sand in his path, and even mighty sorceries of Lord Protector amounted to nothing. He still remembered that impossible tower, rising into empryan sky; and he remembered how it fell.

A few weeks away, it would have been difficult to even comprehend one person holding that much power, but he had since seen powers and been scorched by powers greater still. The terrible Stranger who defeated them all, now held all of Myth in his terrible fist.

Now the princess Adorie was a reigning ruler of Nilfel, a powerless patsy to the interests of the outsiders who conquered their home. Polite fiction was that Pricess Adorie was restored to the throne; although the royalists always been against spreading freedom and prosperity of Nilfel to the neighboring realms, silent funneling of enormous amounts of platinum could not be perfectly concealed. They had been crushed mercilessly, and now Nilfel was paying tribute to the conqueror.

Royalists like Eruntael opposed Lord Protector's rule with all their might – for what? Myrillian bloodline humiliated. Nilfen as an all-but-stated colony of land that lies beyond Realm of Myth. Wrenching transition to the new economic and ideological policy.

He had no hopes that some miracle would restore the tarnished pride of his homeland, but could fate be kind enough to prevent further disasters? He receives the answer to that plea today, as he and many others, were called to stand with the man who subjugated them so thoroughly. Togher they stood against a common enemy - enemy that came from beyond, enemy that was much like the terrible giant that was one of the Stranger's companions, but more infinitively more terrible. The malevolent creature's pressure was crashing like an ocean against the Walls of Myth; before his eyes, it slammed it's fist into the indestructible wonder that protected his beloved realm for untold eons.

A hairline fracture appearing on something that he previously thought to be completely indestructible managed to rattle him. What next? Sky shattering, realm collapsing, Foremost returning? With an effort of will, he suppressed a rising hysterical laugh. What is another impossibility after everything that happened so far?

A single man rose against legions of Nilfel. Against Lord Protector. Against their new God. And then he won. And now another monster came to tarnish their beatuiful land once again.

Except for the pillaging, the violation that expected their land should the giant succeed here and today would be far greater than Conqueror's tyrannical demands. Without walls of Myth, the people of Nilfel will diminish, wither much like feeble barbarians outside; their artifacts will be looted, their mages stolen, their lands left undefended against neighboors eager to strike at the land that provided them stability and peace. Woe to the defeated, and defenseless.

He did not allow signs of his emotions to outwardly show. Chances of Nilfel's victory today were slim, but sense of discipline held him together against rising sense of futility and doom. Panic and hysteria would only further reduce already small chance of victory - and the chance that Stranger, this Tyrant could defeat malevolent giant before them were truly small. Although this man was clearly a superior warrior in comparsion to Lord Protector, it was clear that his skillset did not lend itself to careful preparation. Today he was facing an enemy that former ruler of Nilfel was more suited to. Lord protector, with that much warning in advance could have arised defenses that could have empowered Walls of Myth thousandfold, and directed their mystical potency against this enemy. Instead, it was a simple contest of might between a man and a monster.

And against the giant's pressure, strength, and skill, there was a retreat, no solution, no salvation.

The golden land of Myth was yet again ravaged by the demands of the invaders. More come to violate and pillage it, and average soldiers like him could do nothing.

Nobody explained anything to the grunts, but he could guess what the plan was; some sort of an all-or-nothing alpha strike, or perhaps a sacrificial plan. The conqueror never tried talking with Lord Protector; he doubted that these invaders are any different.

As he looked upon the solemn figure of a conqueror, the malevolent figure of a giant that comes to their home, the humiliated figure of their princes, he could do nothing but grip his spear in helpless anger.

For he had nothing left but empty faith.
 
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And let's not undersell the Tyrant mitigation either. The ability to escalate to violence more acceptably could save Hunger an immense amount of headache in the future. What is mere power compared to this gift, effective Tyrant mitigation when that previously had been all but ruled out? You can get power every vote but very few offer mitigation like this, and even those that do rarely affect the Doom of the Tyrant at all! Moreover this is a completely unique pick.
A good reminder that we have a whole suite of advancements that make violent hostage taking memetically more palatable than might otherwise be expected. Consider that we have at least two conceptual effects that might influence a hostage negotiation, over and above the full force of Hunger's Charisma stat (which is unrestrained while we wear the Armor of Midnight).
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.
[Triumphal Gleam] - 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.

It is not likely that Procyon stopped in the Sovereignty, because that would've been an interesting decision point: abandoning Nilfel vs. saving our original Kingdom. However, the Sovereignty citizens seem to have trade & communications relationships with Voyaging City, where the Republic has a presence. Hunger might have a dossier, which would indicate extreme willingness to shoulder personal burdens in order to address threats to the people and places where he invests his loyalty. If nothing else, Hunger V Rotbeast is definitely on the YouTubes.

Penitent lets Hunger rough up or kill a hostage and the Republic kill squad might still say "ok, understandable. Have a nice day." Depending on whether you're willing to call [hostage taking] a violent act, our build preemptively handles some of the social malus from beginning discussions so aggressively.

As far as turning this into a tactic, killing some of the Republic soldiers to show that we mean business will have downsides that are somewhat reduced. do not actually do this?
 
Adhoc vote count started by Aabcehmu on Nov 17, 2020 at 10:12 PM, finished with 485 posts and 65 votes.

Hopefully I'm not ninja'd!
 
FDS is at < 50%, which is probably ideal because we really just needed to signal an intent to snap-buy something. About a day after I put up that vote, I realized that the better phrasing would've been [] Spend Arete on any available 0 Pick purchases

Tenfold Echo seems like it should be unlocked by going into single battle with an Armament to defend our allies, and the various subcomponents of Foe Defeating Stance take 0 picks and could be activated without turning off ADS. There's also the mysterious missing pick to consider...

If we'd taken Call Up then we'd even have additional picks to spend

I am pretty sure I've made exactly this post before, but it's written again so it's getting posted again. Hopefully Rihaku puts us out of our misery soon so I can stop going back to this dice roller page multiple times per day:

dice.run

The final dice roller
 
ok, I don't want to end up TOO behind, so let's write another reaction now..

I admit I'm getting a bit tired, but I'm still proceeding, if a bit more slowly. So many things to do/try/read/watch/play/study...

So the Imperial separatists won. Fair enough, I was a bit more interested in the Magus, but I'm fine with it.

But the lowest rank gain/heal for Verschle? Really?

I'm disappointed.

ok, MAYBE you didn't want to risk the highest rank, that 10% chance of overwhelming dangerous encounters WAS pretty risky.. but not even the 5.25 rank? Really?

I'm disappointed. We could have had totality control and extra lore, for just 2 measly arete. :(

Stingy... What did Verschle do to you!? He's such a good boy! :cry:

They set out on vacation, at last departing the barren wastelands of the Temple exterior in search of a place to recuperate and unwind. With Gisena still meditating in Verschlengorge's cockpit, it was up to Hunger to man the Armament's shoulders and keep a lookout for incoming Astral denizens. Though Verschlengorge was considerably more powerful than it had been, still it was too wounded to be a match for Hunger himself, and that showed in the strength of its Astral beacon. Assaulted by mediocre monstrosities, Hunger did not so much as exert himself on the first day of the trip, each incoming wave dispatched before it had finished emerging from its portal.

He could have so much stronger... :(
It was curious that the Astral invaders were never dispirited by failure, their resolve apparently unbreakable. Though the beasts clearly weren't mindless, they attacked with suicidal vigor, even into so utterly hopeless a situation as this. Perhaps they weren't cognizant of the fact that Verschlengorge had bodyguards at all.
It seems to imply the attacks are not quite organized at least. Maybe it's just instincts?

He wondered what dynamics governed the process of their attraction to the Armament, subsequent organization and transport to the physical realm. If Verschlengorge's Astral Beacon did not advertise the existence of any being around it, then he could understand their obliviousness at the presence of a bodyguard. If its presence was fundamentally antithetical to the values of the Astral beings, that would justify their heedless courage.

Was there some way to exploit this? Could he incrementally increase his own power by slowly healing Verschlengorge and ambushing the steadily stronger creatures that came for it? Possibly, though the method was somewhat unreliable and slow. The former was tolerable, the latter potentially disqualifying. At all times the Apocryphal Curse loomed over them; speed of growth was critical to outpacing its relentless escalation.

Live, and grow strong. The very act of the former would necessitate the latter. In that sense it was a convenient yoke, one that impelled him ruthlessly towards his ultimate goal: vengeance against beings whose power was too great for his current mind even to fathom.
Yeah, the Hunger ring and Apocryphal DO offer some sinergy, though Apocryphal it's too unreliable to actually be something we can count to be of help to us... which is, after all, the whole points of our curses.

Cutting through another group of Astral invaders, Hunger frowned. There was some disquieting symmetry to the whole situation. The invaders were driven by an inescapable need to destroy Verschlengorge and were blind to the strength of its defender. Was that not an uncanny mirror of his own situation with the Imprisoned Ring? He too was compelled to reach it, and similarly ignorant of its ultimate guardians. Was it even possible for him to prevail here, when the Temple had stood unconquered for millennia before? What if its final defender was simply so powerful that no amount of strength accumulated against its lessers would suffice to challenge it? He himself was the same to these beasts.

A simple massive discontinuity in combat strength would serve as a hard deterrant against invaders like himself or Ber, whose growth was rapid but fundamentally incremental in nature. A meta-contextual moat of sheer ability. The torment of the Ring was nearly unbearable, but even more unbearable was the prospect that he could fail.

Yeah, if the inner guardians were just that much stronger, that would certainly be a problem. Luckily we could always go and search for stronger opponents OUTSIDE the Temple if we really needed to, especially if we manage to raise our rank even more (or get Ruling Ring)

That's probably only really a chance for us because we DID somewhat mitigate the call of the temple though. Most normal adventurers would be stuck there, and if the guardians inside were just that much stronger, they'd be basically doomed to failure, unless somehow an adventurer that was strong enough arrived.

..Actually, that's the perfect trap for us. A temple that can't be cleared just with what the temple itself offer. Something that's pretty counter-intuitive to the average rpg-player. Did Apocryphal plan for that as well?

And yet the prospect of unnecessary delay filled him with contempt. They who only challenged foes that were unquestionably weaker had discarded the most crucial strength of all. Stagnation of the self, a slow diminishing of the vital spirit, was their inescapable fate, for in their hearts they knew themselves to be cowards.

mh.. is this because of the ring, because of our choices, or both?

Probably both. Not sure if this is a good mindset for a cursebearer, but then again we DID choose the "grow through worthy challenges" kind of grow...

"Doing some meditation of your own?" Letrizia asked. Verschlengorge's primary eyes turned in his direction, shimmering gold with fleeting specks of blue.

"Was it that obvious?" He propped the Forebear's Blade against a gun turret and rose to meet her gaze.

"It's good to be self-absorbed once in a while, but you can brood when we're not on vacation. Just take a look at this scenery!"

The Armament strode through high, sheer canyons of water-sluiced stone, rock of pale violet and ochre that gave way to densely-packed layers of compressed crystal, glittering like stained glass beneath the desert sun. The pulverized dust of stone and crystal formed great sloping lines through the ancient riverbed, sharp color against the stark barrens, the fingerpaint trail of some primordial colossus whose knuckles were the mountain-range, its glacier-sheets his nails.
That DOES sound beautiful.

On a random thought, I can't wait until virtual reality headsets become more common and cheap. In time such fantasy landscapes could be realized in them, and they're the kind of scenery that are hard-to-impossible to find in real life, depending on the exact description..

Sure, it's not the same as seeing them in person, but having a thousand different wonderful worlds you can explore in vr would still be very nice..

He nodded. "It's pleasant. Shall we stop for lunch?"

"Hehe. You said it, not me!"

"The words of a woman on the precipice of an eating disorder."

Spread out on Letrizia's blue and white picnic blanket, they encamped for lunch with a few of her declining stock of genuine sandwiches. She also produced a clear yellow powder that, when poured into water, resulted in a pitcher's worth of fresh lemonade.
the wonders of scify-tech... but is it as good as TRUELY fresh lemonade?!

Also it's only a problem if she runs out!

"Verschlengorge's refrigerator is almost empty," Letrizia remarked glumly, pitifully but dutifully enjoying her share.
...so it's about to become a problem apparently 😅

He closed his eyes. "I was going to surprise you, but I ordered some specialty meats from a group of merchants I met in the Outer Temple. When we return, we'll pick them up."

"Really!?" She perked up. "You're the best!"

She leapt towards him, tightly hugging his neck. "I take back all the bad things I said about you! This is wonderful! You're the best bodyguard ever!"

He patted her head fondly. "I was right. You do have an eating disorder."

"But you've never seen an eating disorder this cute!" Gisena was perched dangerously on the canyon's edge, legs swinging freely. "Too bad, if only I had some way to capture this moment forever..."

"I don't care what you say. Nothing can make me unhappy right now." Humming merrily to herself, Letrizia returned to consuming her sandwich, now with ravenous, uninhibited bites.

"Were you always like this, or did piloting Verschlengorge make you this way..."

..Let's be real, we're nearly more of a cool uncle than a bodyguard at this point.

I'd say father, but she DOES still have one of those :p

Also Letrizia decided to provoke the only God nearly as powerful as the Accursed: Murphy!

Their idyllic repast was interrupted, however, by the appearance of a matte-gray flying vehicle overhead. He frowned. Its angular lines were almost reminiscent of Verschlengorge's own armor...

Gisena oohed appreciatively as it made a perfectly vertical descent to land near the lip of the canyon. Armored figures emerged swiftly, carrying lean, mechanized rifles alongside torso-length polarized shields.

"What the..." Letrizia frowned. "That's Empire military surplus. Who are these guys?"

"Stay behind me." Hunger rose, Evening Sky a cloud of menace behind him.
eh, they probably think the empire sent us to them.

Would the Empire even care, honestly? Better for would-be-separatist to go to the voyaging realm rather than have them start troubles at home after all. It would probably depend a lot on just what they took with them, and how they acquired it.

One of the more finely-maintained armors approached, gun slung towards the ground. "You there! Who are you, and what are your intentions towards the Elixir Sovereignty?"

"Elixir Sovereignty?" Letrizia raised a mildly amused eyebrow, looking as if she were restraining a laugh.

"We don't have any intentions for you," Hunger said plainly. "You came to us."

"You are impinging on our northeast border," the armored figure replied. "With what appears to be a Imperial Armament. I apologize if we overreacted, but we came to the Voyaging Realm to break free of the Empire's reins. Even if you possess an Armament, if you seek to deprive us of our liberty, know that we will resist your incursion to the last."
I wonder if he's bluffing or if he's actually serious. THen again, maybe he can see that Verschle is hurt and hopes they might have a chance if it came to that.

"Your border means nothing to me," Hunger shrugged. "But I have no intention of killing you unless attacked."

sentences like this really make me notice just how much the Tyrant's Doom influences Hunger's thoughts and actions. I wonder just how aware of it he is.

He knows it intellectually but does he really understand?

"Hmph. These guys must have made it deep into the Voyaging Realm before I was stationed here. I've never even heard of them." Letrizia frowned. "Separatists. I'm surprised they're still alive."

"Enemies of yours?" Hunger asked, idly spinning the Blade.

She shook her head. "Not really. Technically I guess they're traitors to the crown, but they're harmless enough. Maybe we can trade with them? Could be a trial run for your mercenary work in the future."

"I see. Probably best for you two to negotiate, then. I'll stand behind you and look menacing."

"Of course, that's a bodyguard's job, after all."

Gisena walked over to the armors, disarmingly beautiful, the picture of wide-eyed naïveté. "Oh my, such miraculous devices! Excuse me, do you mind if I take a look? What an incredible rifle! I've used kinetic sidearms before, but this one appears to be plasma-powered. It must be tremendously more effective. May I see it? It's just that I've never encountered such advanced technology before in my life..."

Hunger blinked. He'd expected one of her usual ploys, but no. She really was just enthusiastically studying their machines.

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Naive Hunger, don't you know? Honesty can be just as dangerous and disarming as a well-crafted lie. A true master knows when to use each and in what proportions!

...or at least that's how Gisena would justify it if asked :p

Who knows, she might even be telling the truth!


What's Letrizia's primary objective?

[ ] Hot Springs And Go - Trade the pearl for two nights' of suites at their premier hot springs resort. Comes with all-you-can-eat room service. [+.75 Arete, 70% Condition Healing, 30% Double Healing]

keeping ourself to the vacation plan.
[ ] Lift the Siege - Semi-treasonous or not, these were still her fellow countrymen. As they are beset by a zombie-monster apocalypse, bred by some sort of super undead, it's only fair that her super-juggernaut undead chimera show it who's boss. Lord Hunger is always on about needing worthy opponents to grow stronger, anyway. The separatists, overjoyed with her magnanimous intercession, will gift the party with hot-springs vouchers for life and all the gourmet food and military surplus hardware that the girls could ask for. [Fight the Rotbeast. Worth 3 picks and Premium Vacation at the resort if you prevail.]

We get a fight, exp, and get payed for it with the vacation mentioned above. What's not to love? We need the extra picks anyway, maybe we can take another defining advancement!
[ ] Investigate the Schools - There had to be a reason Verschlengorge brought them here, and through her connection with the Armament she felt it lay among the peers of her age group. Evasive as the separatists have been, still they would not keep her from the truth. She was Verschlengorge's pilot, who had devoured system-spanning fleets and withstood supernovas, who had trawled the Astral nebulae and conquered their Sovereigns and stood astride the hungry dark of a naked singularity. Even that invincible specimen of common matter had quailed before the greater devourer then. What was a... high school... to the likes of her?! [If successful, gain access to the magic system of those born within the Elixir Springs. You can still visit the Hot Springs later.]

not sure I get WHY we can't do both. I imagine it's a matter of not having enough time.. Another magic system is certainly attractive, and would give Letrizia a new tool. And who knows, maybe she can teach Hunger and Gisena later on!



...and yet, I think I'd gowith Lift the Siege. Maybe we can make a short stop here AFTER the temple?
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You have about 9.5 Arete. You've received 1 pick from slaying the monsters attracted by Rank 4.5 Verschlengorge. Alas, they were simply no match for a blade infused with uttermost strength.

THat's not a bad amount of Arete... Might be better to save it for the 3 picks from the fight though. Maybe we can still get Inheritor (the 3 picks 7 arete steal the soul and powers of an enemy mage)?

[ ] 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.

Select a domain of influence. While acting within its domain, [Ring of Power] effects are substantially less taxing and more potent; the effects of this can be abstracted as follows: treat the owner's Rank as if it somewhat* higher for related actions. You may select this advancement multiple times, choosing a different domain each time. If multiple domains apply, their bonuses do not compound.

*+0.5 if Low, +.25 if Mid, +.1 if High.

The available domains for Hunger 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.

[ ] Vigor Itself - The primordial might and glory of Blood resplendent. Let all who witness its form tremble, and be subject. Adds [++Might, +Charisma] to the bonuses from Quickening, subject to the usual conditions. Can be taken up to 3 times.

[ ] 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.

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

[ ] 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.

[ ] 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.

As I said before, I think we should take Exalted Spirit. It also buffs our allies, and if Letrizia goes for their magic system it might help her if it depends on int (or even cha!).

Alternatively Iridescence would also be good (didn't it need Opalescence though?), otherwise I'd probably go with our second Vigor Itself, or Fierce Quickening.
[ ] Slice Fate - 7 Arete. Conjunctional [Forebear's Blade, Letrizia]. By unity with thy implement, cast off the chains of Fate and seize destiny with thine own two hands. +1 re-roll per 24 hours for Hunger. Enables Letrizia to become [The Devouring Sorceress]. ++Letrizia, +Gisena.

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oh, another new one...and it's Sorcery for Letrizia!!!

you know, this + the high-school means Letrizia might get TWO different magics at her disposal, and Devouring Sorceress would likely sinergyze pretty well with the Armament, and maybe offer some new avenue of mitigation for Decimator!

As promised, blurbs for the two winning 25 Arete options:

[ ] Super Juggernaut Undead Chimera - 25 Arete

Defining Advancement. If chosen, you may have no more than five Defining Advancements.

Super Juggernaut - The character may manifest an Armament Shroud even if they are not Rank 9+. His Pressure has no influence outside the Shroud. Within the radius of the Shroud, the character's effective Pressure is massively intensified, massively increasing the difficulty of opposition to him and allowing for the manifestation of character-unique effects.

If the character is already Rank 9+, halve the effects of Tiredness and Exhaustion on him and double his Shroud's effective radius and any numerical values in his Shroud effects. Manifesting a Shroud is taxing to the will.

Undead Chimera - Gain the memetic benefits of undeath without the penalties. Immune to most poisons and diseases, not hampered by the loss of most internal organs, no need to eat, breathe, drink or sleep. For each type of undead the character can be said to represent (no more than five), choose one Attribute to apply a +100% bonus to, or increase his current Rank by 10%. Attribute bonuses affect present and future levels. You may stack choices, but each consecutive stack reduces the value by half. Thus, choosing AGI twice yields +150% AGI, and choosing Rank twice yields +15% Rank.

so... a battle form for our rank use, and a "undead, except not really" effect.

We're basically a revenant already, come back from the dead to get our revenge...

It's strong, but I don't like it for some reason. It just doesn't speak to me, not compared to Ruling Ring, Pillars of Creation, or even Once and Future.
[ ] Cut Through - 25 Arete

Add the character's Willpower to his effective Might and Agility. Elevate the character's sword techniques by one step along the Infinite Singularity Husk.

The character may develop a set of techniques that are equivalent to those of the Sword Praxis, that sliver of the Royal Praxis focused on techniques of the blade. If a Cursebearer, the character may eventually develop techniques equivalent to the Imperial Sword Praxis instead. Naturally, almost any conceivable effect can eventually be realized even through the medium of swordplay, if one's canvas is the Imperial Praxis itself, though the strengths and weaknesses of the Praxis continue to apply.

ok, so will to might and agility... we raise one step in the conceptual power scale for sword technique.

oh, and we also get some very limited access to the IMPERIAL PRAXIS.

Sure, it's limited but... well, a small slice of infiniti is STILL infinity!

This is certainly worth considering, and I like it MUCH more than the chimera thing.

Not sure if I'd take it before Ruling Ring though, simply because getting the 25 arete is going to be HARD.


well, not completely sure about the current build. I'm honestly REALLY tempted by trying to give Letrizia double magic, especially after Verschle got so little healing...but then again keeping the arete for the 3-picks option makes sense...

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Could we send some other dude out to negotiate and then suckerpunch Procyon while his attention is distracted? Or maybe make a show of publically executing the prisoners, so as to drag out Procyon's Rank in an attempt to defend them and thus leave himself less protected?
 
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I wonder what the true nature of the Tyrant Curse painful secret is
Originally I thought that it was the fact that it wasn't a new desire, but an inborn reflection of Hunger's own character that showed his cynicism with the world and any obedience to a system he didn't fully control

But it turns out that no, he's happy to be deferential the second the Curse turns off and almost relishes the chance to relax. Which means that the painful truth is something else that Gisena could intuit.
 
I wonder what the true nature of the Tyrant Curse painful secret is
Originally I thought that it was the fact that it wasn't a new desire, but an inborn reflection of Hunger's own character that showed his cynicism with the world and any obedience to a system he didn't fully control

But it turns out that no, he's happy to be deferential the second the Curse turns off and almost relishes the chance to relax. Which means that the painful truth is something else that Gisena could intuit.
With that for context, I think it's got to be his self-sacrificing heroism. He categorically refuses to lose his friends again, even if it means leaving them until the Accursed wins?
 
The update is done, though unedited. Look forward to it tomorrow!

The Armament stood below him, fist cocked halfway through its next strike on the Walls, a hydraulic giant whose industrial lines and coat of gleaming blue stood starkly against the barren light of day. Five heartbeats to prepare his spell. Before it struck the Walls once more, he would be ready.

Procyon had not yet registered his appearance. Its arm seemed to accelerate as he watched: first, as if through molasses, then through water, then air, and then swiftly a blur past comprehension, the Refinement of Quickness dissipating as Hunger marshaled his energies.

At the crescendo of that mustering he performed the Refinement again, then set forth with a blast of torrential destruction, sheer obliterating power amplified by Ruin and Praxis, the Cloak of Sky's best imitation of Augustine's penultimate strike. It was the mightiest blow he'd ever attempted, such force and terror as to expel the breath from his own throat, stop his own heart from beating. This was power enough to scour entire planets from the cosmos, a supernal atrocity that could tear through whole realms of the divine; and all of it thundered forth directly at Procyon, an assault along every axis and parameter, full-throated destruction like the end of the fucking world.
 
The Armament stood below him, fist cocked halfway through its next strike on the Walls, a hydraulic giant whose industrial lines and coat of gleaming blue stood starkly against the barren light of day. Five heartbeats to prepare his spell. Before it struck the Walls once more, he would be ready.

I'm so hyped for this. We get so caught up in concerns about the epilogue or the future that we forgot about what really matters; rad fight scenes and kicking ass. Now this is how things should be.
 
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It's an Eva fight Aabce!
[Not]!

On the other hand, Procyon is more Macross or Gurren Lagan. Any super robot connoisseurs care to point at a closer match?
Meanwhile the Republic Prototype armors are all stuck at the level of Mechwarrior lmao
 
Hey now, they've got Rank! They're certainly super-robots and whatever the equivalent category is for powered armor.

Don't belittle the juniors so!
 
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