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A Simple Transaction I

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Conjured Blade said:
Not precisely that unfortunately, Fell-Handed Stroke has stamina costs and the full benefits of Thousand Cuts's power necessitate Fell Handed Stroke access.

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Evening Sky The man had attacked them without provocation. Now that the tides had shifted he wanted to parley? Absurd. His audacity was impressive, but a tactic that disingenuous didn’t even deserve a response. He struck, a terrible reaving arc of blade-force meant to split the pirate from...
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Well luckily we already have fell-handed stroke and the stamina costs are better than instantly becoming tired and losing an arete. Thousand cuts has some great synergy with fall of night though since cuts lets us us fell handed stroke through blade projections and fall increases their range and makes them less taxing to use.

Plus critical strikes! An extra third damage on all blade projections plus three times as much on a crit means we could do nearly 30 times our base damage! That should be illegal!
 
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His bearing leaves much to be desired, but at least he doesn't have levels in disguise. God, no wonder he is such an asshole, his life must be one giant pun train.
 
[X] The Quickest Route
[X] Conservative
[X] The Evening Sky

Live, and grow strong.
 
Why so many Evening Sky votes? The last thing we need at the moment is more personal protection. If we can't hurt our enemies without using fell handed strike we're just going to become exhausted and die anyway.
 
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He'd at last had a chance to examine the treasures they'd extracted from the King Fish. Gisena had concluded that the jade pearl and scale might sell for a considerable sum, but the map in the bottle offered more precipitous value. On it, drawn in quicksilver ink that shifted with the light, was a map of their immediate environs in the Voyaging Realm, and a route to which they could reach an ancient ruin named the Temple of the False Moon.

There was no particular reason for them to pursue this lead, but his instincts told him there was something of great value resided within, and his Rank-assisted intuition had rarely been wrong in the Voyaging Realm. The map was slowly disintegrating in the oxygenated air outside its bottle, so it was now or never. Even re-stoppering its container had failed to halt the degradation.

Gisena was characteristically enthused about the prospect of magical treasures secreted away, and Letrizia, having dueled the blue swordsman directly, felt badly that they needed the strength: so, ill-advised as it sounded, they set out for the Temple directly. At any rate it was only a few days' travel.

The hours passed slowly as they wandered, a warm and sullen-sweet haze like a daydream on a summer's afternoon. Verschlengorge lumbered through pastoral fields of green, rolling hills beneath clouds like dolloped cream, past dirt roads and cottages of grey stone where farmers' children emerged, gawking crudely at the cruelly angled giant. Packs of them scurried gleefully in its dust-cloud wake, waving to the pretty Sorceress on its shoulder.

"Aren't they adorable?" Gisena gushed, hands clasped to chest. Letrizia answered with an affirmative chirp through the machine's speakers.
 
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The hours passed slowly as they wandered, a warm and sullen-sweet haze like a daydream on a summer's afternoon. Verschlengorge lumbered through pastoral fields of green, rolling hills beneath clouds like dolloped cream, past dirt roads and cottages of grey stone where farmers' children emerged, gawking crudely at the cruelly angled giant. Packs of them scurried gleefully in its dust-cloud wake, waving to the pretty Sorceress on its shoulder.
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Heh, I always have to double take when things like this and the Traders show up. As it reminds me that for most people this place isn't actually a never ending escalating gladiatorial pit.
 
vali said:
First stage: Flesh, normal person.
Second Stage: Lose your flesh to take a form of spirit.
Third Stage: Lose your spirit to take a form of essence.
Final stage: Lose your essence to take a form of ???.

Not sure what could be more essential than essence. Maybe the final form is paradox, a form of nothing? Or perhaps will. Perhaps to enter the final form is to shed your name, your memory, your legacy, your will, until that all that remains of you is a whispered rumor that you died of old age in your sleep, and a broken sword. A form that is final because when it concludes, so do you.

Just learning what the final form does and how it works interests me because we'll see whatever is most basic to this magic system and because it might explain how the Forebear died.
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It's got to be the ability to leave a lasting legacy that'll carry your will and ideals into the future.

Why else would the Forebear's Blade give us powers like the Forebear's, and the potential to know details of his life?
 
With their tendency to attract astral attacks, you'd think the common folk would learn to avoid the giant pseudo-EVAs.
 
vali said:
First stage: Flesh, normal person.
Second Stage: Lose your flesh to take a form of spirit.
Third Stage: Lose your spirit to take a form of essence.
Final stage: Lose your essence to take a form of ???.
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Final Stage: Lose your Essence, to take on a Form of Self/Sacrifice. Similar to Truth.

Essence is but the expression of self on the world, Spirit the expression of Essence, and Flesh but the mere vessel for spirit.
 
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