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Wolf Moon
Letrizia was hurt and they had no means of supernatural healing. Gisena as well, though not so profoundly. His own state was nothing to envy; the charred husk of his arm could barely maintain its grip on the Forebear's Blade. Despite all they had lost, there had been gain as well. He was beginning to better understand the power of Progression that manifested in him, the lens through which it channeled his growth.
With each enemy beaten he grew in power. He could use that power to spin away parts of that enemy's legacy, taking them for his own. The jackal-dragon had given him a dragon's longevity. The King Fish, its furious might. The pirate captain's armor had become his cloak of stars. Already some fraction of Seralize's speed had invested him, reflexes heightened to keening sharpness.
Resistance is futile. You will be devoured/assimilated. Also, ouch.
That wasn't all. He could direct that power towards an existing aspect of his panoply instead, enhancing the Blade's destructive might or his Evening Sky's protection.
If he could find a beast with the power of healing and harvest its strength for his own, Letrizia's left side could be mended. She would not suffer the horrific pain and permanent damage of her burns. It was more than worth the risk.
*Battlefield from Umineko starts playing*
"Watch her," he told Gisena. "I'll find something that can heal."
"All right," Gisena said quietly. She laid a hand on his own. "I'll keep her safe. Don't push yourself too hard, hero."
He smiled. "Look who's talking. Next time, just wake us up instead of spending an hour blasting away at the empty air."
"And interrupt your beauty sleep? I couldn't bring myself to do that. But don't worry, all I'm going to do is sit here and wait! The very picture of restraint and poise." She winked.
Let's hope this works...
"Good."
He sped off, tacking past the lake and into the wetland mire beyond, past the murk and gloom of woods thick with rot, the sea-brine estuary wind stinging his nose and cheeks. Deep in the swamp he felled creature after creature, cleaving stringy muscle and shell-sloughed carapace in pursuit of his monstrous grail. This was not blind ambition: the murder of Seralize had restored a portion of his Rank alongside his speed, and he willed now the same world that had given him the Lake produce a monster worth the killing.
After an hour's steady slaughter it finally appeared, roused by commotion or simple deprivation of prey. A sinuous fusion of direwolf and alligator, its fangs ivory knives, its flesh living stone, with a tail of corded muscle half again its length. Ghostfire flickered in its eyes, and every wound he struck seemed hollow and inconsequential, the flesh separate from the animating force.
That is a well built wolf, a beast of stone and spirit.
But the Forebear's Blade could pierce more than physical flesh. As it asserted itself with an indolent swipe, confident in its invincibility, he plunged his blade-shard into the soft meat beneath its shoulder-plates, channeling fell power to bleed mind and spirit directly. At this the beast finally reacted, yowling in surprise and anguish. He backed away, evading its retaliatory swipes with newly-bought speed, and darted around the back to strike another gap in its armor with the same technique.
In the end though, the metal wolf devoured the stone wolf. I'm not sure what to say here except that I'm drawing parallels to Dethklok's Better Metal Snake for some reason.
Slowly and piteously it fell, deathless strength yielding to the attrition of the Blade. As he took its heart, its ghostflame resilience passed into the ring, an unearthly light that bound essence and corpus together. The knowledge came to him: those who bathed in its glow would recover even from grievous wounds, as whole in body as they were in spirit.
But a few days ago he'd speculated about continuity after death, persisting as a being of spirit so long as his artifacts survived. He'd expected such an achievement to be the product of years, but perhaps if he focused it into the Blade, most deeply connected of all artifacts...
Yess... now to take your place with Baenlixnaire as somebody vengeance obsessed enough to work out a way to continue from beyond the grave.
Yes. He and the Blade were one. So long as it persisted, he could survive even decapitation as a semi-physical wraith, though he'd remain vulnerable to physical harm. The fulsome density of ghostfire that animated his "corpse" would restore his body in a matter of hours, leaving him healed and rested upon resuming human existence.
He plunged the Blade into his heart, assuming the state willingly, eager to test its bounds and limitations. Ghostfire flickered, emerging from his body like an unfurling flower. A pale simulacrum of his right arm filled out the seared and skeletal husk of its physical presence. His left, cleaved away by the Tyrant's own blade, did not appear at all, nor did his missing eye.
The stab yourself for power jokes are unfortunately already played out at this point.
The ghost-flesh was light but also effervescent, incapable of exerting quite as much force as his true body. But that was also its strength, capable of phasing momentarily through solid matter at a substantial cost in stamina. That it required the temporary death of his body was a major inconvenience.
That's certainly a concerning outlook, considering it "just an inconvenience". I understand why the Chill of the Grave condition is a thing from that. Remember that we're at 95% effectiveness this month.
Nonetheless, it was good enough. This would work. By his wraith-form's light he navigated the gloaming dark of the swamp, returning swiftly to the shores of the lake. Gisena waved at him from a distance. Swift as an evening wind he billowed across the lake's surface, too light and fast for gravity to drag beneath, and reached her in the span of a breath.
"Oh my." Gisena looked down forlornly. "Are you Hunger's pale shade, come to bid us a final farewell?"
This isn't a Gothic Romance novel Gisena, this is a Rihaku quest.
"Only because I can't tolerate your company any longer. My new life as a ghostly adventurer beckons."
"Poor Letrizia. Better for her to think you dead, than abandoned so abruptly!"
"You won't guilt me out of this." He dropped to a knee, laying a semi-corporeal hand against her forehead.
Arguing like a married couple already?
"...How is she?"
"Alive," Gisena said, "and blissfully unconscious on my lap, as you can see. It's supremely comfortable, as I said! Jealous?"
"Should I be?" He raised an eyebrow.
*Eyebrow spamming ensues*
Gisena giggled. "I hope your current state's not permanent!"
"Me too," he deadpanned. "But it light it gives off will slowly heal Letrizia, and that's all that matters."
As if in response, Letrizia mewled quietly, curling up in Gisena's lap, charred flesh crinkling softly. Her pain assuaged by the ghostfire's light, she did not awaken.
"It light it gives off" is a typo, I think you meant to use a the.
"Hmph," she brushed a finger against the wraithflesh, marveling at it semi-corporeal state. "You'll have to be careful in battle. Your very person is vulnerable to dispellation now."
Useful information we're going to need to keep in mind.
"Worse, I'm constantly just a little bit cold," he remarked. "Maybe I'll switch back in the morning."
"The conquering hero's return," Gisena smiled softly. "I'll have to think of a proper reward."
"So long as it's not your cooking."
"Maybe I'll make you something! Would you prefer a bouquet of flowers? A triumphal wreath, some laurels for you to rest on?"
Triumph? But who would do the whispering in Lord Hunger's ear about how this is fleeting?
"Flowers would be wonderful, thank you."
"Great! I know just the prettiest arrangement," she raised a finger perkily. "Look forward to it! You'll wake up literally smelling of roses."
"I can hardly wait."
That sounds messy and awkward.
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The winning vote was [X] Mire Wolf with [X] Pristine Star, [X] Second Stage. You are suffering the Condition: Chill of the Grave: Perhaps a bit too eager to pierce the curtain between life and death. -5% effectiveness to all actions for 1 month.
Not as bad as exhausted but ouch.
[ ] Make For Civilization - Your Rank having been augmented by recent efforts, you can navigate the Voyaging Realm nearly as well as Verschlengorge himself. Though the Tyrant's Doom afflicts you still, at least your Decimation is absent. Morally it's a good idea to take care of any civilized business in this window. Logistically, civilization confers the power of multitudes to solve your problems. Perhaps there are new magics you could acquire, items of power to equip Gisena and Letrizia with (your arsenal being full), even supplies to repair the Armament?
You'll let Gisena do most of the talking, so as not to provoke your Doom.
*Wide range of outcomes, available options will be determined by a combination of thread participation, fanworks and random chance.
*Low-Medium Risk, Moderate Reward is the likeliest outcome
*Potentially outfit your existing party members, and acquire new party members!
*Can sell your giant pearl for lots of money
*You can't reach Letrizia's civ, so you're looking for native societies.
Magic System synergy hunting and repair work is currently something I'm finding especially tantalizing. Moderate is not inevitable depending on how things play out. For all we know the big treasure in the false moon temple could be a pure potential based treasure that needs training to utilize fully. If that's possible, why not skip the risk?
[ ] Hunt - Power flows from the tip of a sword. For you, that's quite literal.
*Available targets will be determined by a combination of Rank, pertinent abilities, thread participation, fanworks and random chance.
*Variable Risk, high reward to risk ratio
*Kill cool monsters and take their (ability to?) shit
A repeat of the Hunt for Healing vote I imagine. Not bad. Not good. Just... is.
[ ] Temple of the False Moon - The message in a bottle yielded a map, its surface writ with silver-shimmering ink. Quickly it began to discorporate in the oxygen of the naked air. Though you've sheltered it with the Evening Sky, it slowly continues to disintegrate. The silver ink shifts with the Voyaging Realm, tracing a path to the Temple of the False Moon, within which treasures beyond all reason are promised.
Instinct tells you that this is a trap. But the most alluring traps carry the most valuable bait.
*Very high risk, extreme reward
*You will be able to somewhat influence the outcome, including mitigation of risk, via tactics & thread participation now and later. Intelligent decision-making and sound strategy will be the key to victory, so risks can be dealt with.
*To Boldly Go: Taking this option will grant 2 Arete and defray activations of the Apocryphal Curse for two weeks.
*You have Gisena to dispel any magical defenses, and your own form which can now persist even in the face of death. How bad could it possibly be?!
*You are not Exhausted anymore and no longer suffering from any wound penalties, so it's literally now or never with the map disintegrating.
I explained my sentiments on this route in the form of an earlier omake. Suffice to say, we probably don't have the gear, Letrezia is fragile and it's probably as irresponsible to bring her in with us as it is to have her wait in the robot, etc.
Thread participation has yielded a reward. Choose carefully, a consistent strategy here can pay dividends:
[ ] +0.5 Arete
[ ] +Letrizia
[ ] +1 pick during next Experience spend
I'm leaning towards 0.5 Arete or a Letrezia point to minimize potential Tyrant proc induced losses when/if we reach civilization. If we somehow end up in the temple, hopefully my omake improved our odds. The experience spend is probably optimal for the temple given the probability of us getting into fights there. 5.5 Arete seems like it gives us room to play when it comes to civilization's benefits so I wouldn't mind if that won too.