The bonus with the same name didn't win, but it seems like Huntress' Moon style tactics are going to be a staple of Hunger's. When in doubt, disappear into the wilderness and kill things until your problems are no longer intractable and the Affliction's suppressed. Of course, on returning to civilization he may find that
everything's on fire, but so it goes when you bear the Apocryphal Curse.
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.
State of the art healing in the Human Sphere might've been able to help, but going out of our way to heal Letrizia means more loyalty. I'm a little disappointed that Vanguard or Shine Bright didn't win, since we could've gotten her back in the game immediately.
Now we've got to prioritize protecting her during her convalescence, which imposes additional constraints on our freedom of action and gives the Apocryphal Curse a vulnerability to poke. The revelation that Versch's effective Rank is under ours also means that he might've been a valid Vanguard target, at least until it healed him back up? That would've been amazing, just because he doesn't talk (much) doesn't mean his well-being shouldn't be a priority. Oh well, at least we didn't burn much Arete.
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.
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.
It's a nice departure from Seram's experience, differentiating between the two Progression-types. Amplitude was cool, as were the Graces offered, Reversion especially. But we went for an intentionally proactive playstyle this time around and it's worked out... I'd say okay, so far? Lots of complications, but satisfying payoff even if I feel like we're one bad roll or decision from tumbling into the abyss. Maybe two, now that we don't die when killed. Accretion's a great system, it's got just the right amount of mythic fluff. Once we start snowballing I'm hopeful that Hunger can start performing legendary feats in the public eye again.
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.
"Watch her," he told Gisena. "I'll find something that can heal."
Not "I'll find a way," eh? Speaking of, this sequence reminds me of Seram 1.0's frantic attempts at Azoth acquisition to save Control. By comparison, Hunger's a lot more competent, but I was proud of 'Mister Law' for making good on those words.
"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.
"Good."
Yeah, the need to guard Letrizia and Versch so nobody swings by to finish the job is going to cramp our collective style. Also,
beauty sleep? Hunger's down an arm and an eye, dead tired, and has limited access to amenities. Even Accretion can only do so much. Not everybody's got Sorcerous powers, Gisena! I wonder if she ever drops her transformation? Wouldn't be advisable in the Voyager's Realm anyway, much less with the Apocryphal Curse in play.
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.
If this process is repeatable, limited only by Hunger's ability to exert Pressure and the resources of the Voyager's Realm, then hunting has serious long-term potential. Lacking Scent's unfortunate, but if we do this enough then our powers will accommodate us and cough up another crack at it or something equivalent. That's the way this works, no doubt there are no shortage of predators with supernatural senses.
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.
I did get a kick out of the name, fitting for a dire wolf living in a swamp. The creature itself's quite impressive, we've been getting our fill of all the fight scenes missing from EFB. The ghostfire provokes curiosity about its hunting strategies, does it create will-o'-the-wisps to lure in prey or passersby?
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.
After seeing the roll I was waiting for something to go horribly wrong and was pleasantly surprised when it didn't.
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...
So the Blade's effectively our phylactery now, good to know. I'm eager to see both it and Hunger repaired, though every part of our panoply's technically a piece of Hunger. Some commonalities with Elven Artifice and Tolkien's crafting system, but in a good way. Symbiosis, rather than scraping your soul raw.
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.
This is an elegant way of combining the two winning options, so that the 'complete restoration' property of Pristine Star's what allows Second Stage to fully heal us on expiring. Ghostfire's a curious substance; if we generate more, can the healing be accelerated? I'm envisioning something like Arthur's Heart of Winter Acheron technique. Second Stage seems like it could easily evolve into a possession technique too, layering some fraction of our stats atop the target's and promoting healing.
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.
I wonder how far the template damage extends; would prostheses prove effective? A cybernetic eye, Vitalist replacements? Or are the wounds so comprehensive that targeted reinnervation would just - fail, by supernal fiat? Does the same property raise the difficulty of resurrecting Hunger's wife?
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.
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.
A shame we didn't drag the carcass back to camp, fried alligator actually tastes great. But if the wolf weighed as much as the rock it resembled then it might not have worked. Besides, we wouldn't have gotten this image, gliding across the lake as a softly gleaming specter. We can't fly (yet), but we can certainly glide! This might prove useful if the Temple wins and it's underwater as hypothesized, though I certainly don't want to walk in with only one life left. Or at all, really.
"Oh my." Gisena looked down forlornly. "Are you Hunger's pale shade, come to bid us a final farewell?"
"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!"
I was concerned about Gisena's reaction, but it turns out there was no need. Is she concealing concern here or does she have faith it's another evolution of our power? Hunger's Progression is capital-C Concerning from the viewpoint of enemies, there was a whole bout of paranoia about whether or not to tell Jeanne, but Gisena's got a good poker face and Letrizia's more interested in our interactions with Verschlengorge.
"You won't guilt me out of this." He dropped to a knee, laying a semi-corporeal hand against her forehead.
"...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.
Gisena giggled. "I hope your current state's not permanent!"
There's the concern, masked with poise and humor. Having semi-corporeal hands seems useful for all sorts of things, from surgical procedures to directly attacking the brain, though stamina limitations are a buzzkill. Thankfully none of this speculation's being said aloud, I can only imagine what Gisena would do if armed with that last sentence.
"Me too," he deadpanned. "But the light it gives off will slowly heal Letrizia, and that's all that matters."
Hm, I hope that we don't have to stay in our Second Stage for this to take effect, otherwise progress healing her trades off against our safety.
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.
Ouch. Hopefully she recovers and survives, I've grown low-key fond of Letrizia. Hunger's presence having an anesthetic effect is also useful for building positive associations, though I remember my horror at Arthur being in literally constant pain outside of Imperia's presence. Shine Bright's charisma-fuelled healing would've made for a better scene, vanishing for two hours and returning with the ability to regenerate allies is a potent statement.
"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."
Unfortunate but not unexpected. No doubt the Apocryphal Curse will provide capable enemies, I have no confidence in partial intangibility immunizing us to the attacks of anyone relevant. The Evening Sky makes us immune to mundane weaponry, but everyone and their brother's got Rank.
"Worse, I'm constantly just a little bit cold," he remarked. "Maybe I'll switch back in the morning."
And there's the drawback. It could be worse, but 5% gives enemies a wholly unnecessary edge. At least it'll expire without the need for a sidequest.
"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."
We're always willing to accept payment in Curse mitigation! Tyrant's probably next on the chopping block, or it will be after it inevitably gets us into trouble in civilization. It's like a Limit Break, only without Odyssial optimizing our life.
"Maybe I'll make you something! Would you prefer a bouquet of flowers? A triumphal wreath, some laurels for you to rest on?"
Heh, if we take the Philosopher's Wreath this could become a contest of Wreathsmanship!
"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."
Uplifting, yes, but on reading the last line I can almost hear the Apocryphal Curse cracking its metaphorical knuckles. In all the infinite expanse of the omniverse, surely there's a mitigation method that involves instantiating one's Curses and punching them into submission? A Muscle Wizard Cursebearer must've invented one.
1215 words. I wanted to work in a Wolf Moon reaction pun, since the former reacting to the latter entails howling, but eh.