'Insert Support for a plan' Here's my first reaction, figured that I need to contribute more Arete to the cause so take my crappy commentary.
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Fending Off
With the onset of a new morning, they set out once more. Hunger set a fierce pace through the grassy plains of the Outer Temple in an effort to reach the Middle.
"You're energetic today!" Gisena commented, walking by his side. They cut through divisions of Knights and stone monsters, pushing directly forwards with implacable speed. "Why not stop to smell the roses? Maybe hunt down some of the stragglers?"
He shook his head. "They're too weak now. It would take me thousands of kills to receive any noticeable benefit."
Man I remember the days we used to struggle against the knights like they were yesterday, to be precise last week.
"Aw, is it all about the power? I thought you liked killing monsters."
"I don't mind it. But every moment wasted, the Imprisoned Ring suffers further. I've resolved to do it, so I'd like to finish as soon as possible."
"And yet you told Letrizia otherwise. What happened to taking our time?"
"That was only so she wouldn't worry."
"So you admit we're doing something she would worry about?"
"...Ahem. I won't tell if you won't."
"Well, you did give me this wonderful blood enhancement. I guess we'll call it even!"
"Perform like you did against the Magus and I'll consider it."
She laughed. "Am I not always the shining apex of performance? Or the crushing void of it, if you prefer that type of Nullity."
I truly love the dynamic between Hunger, and Giselle. I can also see where all the shipping comes from as well. Also feels bad for Letrizia to get left out if interactions, and to basically wait upon us for basically a few weeks as we raid the home of some civilization so that we may collapse their way of life.
The Middle Temple, as it turned out, was cleanly delineated by a towering range of mountains, tempest-laden spines of snow-capped stone that ringed the entire region. Knights and stranger monsters patrolled the few viable passes, but obstacles of this level were only a middling concern for Hunger now, and they made their way through with efficient speed, hampered more by the narrowly winding paths than any serious opposition.
"You got this ability just in time!" Gisena commented, cheeks flushed with warming blood, her breath frosting before her. She rubbed her hands together, maintaining circulation. "Traversing this terrain un-boosted in a dress wouldn't have been much fun."
"Some shining apex you area," he replied. "Didn't you already possess superhuman fortitude?"
"Sure, but that doesn't mean it's enjoyable to rely on." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Hey, we can go faster if you carry me, right? Let's do that. It'll be warmer too."
"If you insist."
Comfort is the one of the greatest part of any supernatural power. Seram's mobile AC powers were enviable alongside his progression.
They arrived at the Middle Temple in such a state, the howling crags giving way to a lush valley of green, fields irrigated by the crystal-clean mountain streams. Unlike the Outer Temple, this land was clearly settled; well-crafted hamlets with colorful gardens dotted the valley, yeoman plowing crops in donkey-driven carts while their children frolicked carelessly along the dirt-packed roads.
"A far cry from the murderous outer regions," Gisena said, looking over his shoulder. "These people..."
"Yes," he replied. "And yet all this is built on the torment of the Ring. We won't hurt anyone who doesn't try to stop us. But I will free it from its unending torture. That isn't negotiable."
"Hey." Gisena squeezed him gently. "You don't need to justify yourself to me. This makes you a bit uncomfortable, right? You're used to fighting on behalf of the people. But wherever you decide to lead, I'll be by your side. Always."
"I appreciate that. But..."
"Why?" She laughed. "Don't ask me to explain it. Just a feeling, I suppose. How would you ever manage without me?"
"A feeling, huh."
"Hmm? A genius isn't allowed to have an intuitive feeling? Besides, it's a pretty good deal for me! I've already gotten one free power-up out of it..."
"How self-interested of you."
"When a genius does it, it's called enlightened self-interest! Speaking of which, I wonder if they sell dresses around here? We'd need a source of findross to make it as durable as this one, but maybe you can use my blood as a dye..."
"Well. They'll need some means of making ends meet once we take out the basis of their civilization."
"Awfully confident, aren't you? Good, because we've got incoming from the middle distance. Looks like they're using a similar category of magic as the magus we killed."
Gisena there with the save and being the moral support our hero needs, and deserves. Hopefully she'll distract the readers from the anguish that they would feel when we are done with this place.
That could mean anything. He sprinted forward into the town, hoping that would deter them. If not, he would move past the small hamlet-square and into the wide fields on the far side before engaging. He hoped they would hold some concern for collateral damage and do the same.
Townsfolk gawked as he passed, a barely-visible blur of motion. Arrows of gold and crystallized light feathered his wake, the incoming fire of whatever patrol they'd attracted. Some missed only by millimeters. A few struck true, but sprang easily off the Evening Sky, depleting its powers only slightly.
Welp it's not like we didn't try to keep them out of it. Well it's not like we didn't show them that were different from the other people who came here thralled to free the Ring.
He wove into the tall stalks of the crop fields, but the trail of arrows followed him doggedly. Gisena, positioned safely under his cloak and swathed in its swirling embrace, fired back with vigorous bolts and scything waves of Nullity, extinguishing the arrows's magic before they struck. Rendered wholly mundane, they had no hope at all of penetrating his cloak, nor even of wearing it down through attrition.
"The archer's moving closer. Two more units circling around," she whispered in his ear, pressed nearly flat against his back as they raced through the crops and into the clearing beyond.
There was a sudden splitting, a schism in space-time around them, but Gisena whipped about and dispelled it before it could finish forming, nudging him with her left shin as she moved. He turned to the right, blindly firing blade-winds, and caught the materializing form of an enemy patrolwoman. She was heavily armored, wearing a scale coat of emerald with an open-faced helm of the same color, and riding atop what appeared to be a fledging drake. Instinctively he flared his ring, suppressing her blood and enhancing his own. She turned pale, expression confused as his first blade-winds landed.
His first cuts struck her armor and damaged it, but failed to pierce through. His follow-up swiftly decapitated her mount, and as she tumbled he rushed forward, plunging his blade into her sternum with eviscerating force. Before she had time to react, he struck again, ending her life as her compatriots finally arrived upon the scene.
This is a amazing start, one of three already dead.
"BASTARD!" A second rider roared, charging heedlessly at him, drake snapping wildly. Hunger stepped to the side with a flourish of his cloak, entangling them in the pitiless weave of the Evening Sky. As they flailed, he stabbed the man in the back. A blade-projection bisected the warrior neatly, his death-screams muffled by the thick mantle of evening, now become his funereal shroud.
"Hmph." Gisena said airily, "Guess their mounts weren't quite up to mine!" She patted his shoulder, bright with cheer.
He shook his head. Perhaps she was trying to distract him from the unpleasantness of the situation, forced to slaughter citizens who were only protecting their home. But he'd made his choice. He could not abide the torture of the Ring, which meant he had to abide the death of its jailers. He would regret the necessity nonetheless.
Bruh, they're going down like chumps, why did I even worry about the consequences if we're gonna roll this well?
Only the bowman remained, but refused to show himself, arrows darting in from all directions. Hunger deflected most, and his cloak caught many others, but one embedded itself in his thigh, bringing livid pain and paralyzing force. He staggered, flicking his blade once to cut out that chunk of his flesh. The paralysis swiftly abated, but a second arrow found its way into his chest - where the lower half of his left lung would have been, had his been intact.
"He used his comrades' distraction to set up some kind of field," Gisena reported. "Control of space-time, along with other effects. I'm countering most of it but it's growing in strength."
That explained the arrows from all directions, and their preternatural fire rate. It also made the archer himself nearly impossible to pin down... Hunger's eyes traced the horizon, finding nothing. Another arrow, this time to the right knee, and a second one grazing his wrist. The artery was cut cleanly, but no blood sprayed forth; his Ring made certain of that. Impossible angles of fire, shifting constantly. He forced down the pain and thought.
The Ring. He could sense the blood of those he focused on within sight. Could it also be used to locate a foe who evaded sight? As more arrows struck him, he dropped low to the ground, shielding Gisena's body with his own. Focusing intently, he could sense twelve more sources of blood in the area besides the Sorceress. They were spatially transposed: each was the archer's original body, but it occupied multiple points in space at the same time, presumably using further spatial magic to account for differences in firing angle. One dozen blood sources became fifteen, fifteen became eighteen. This would swiftly become unmanageable.
Oh shit, the last dude is actually a real threat. Looks like he's a prepper type using debuffs, and using his own teammates to his advantage once he realized that a frontal assault would do jack shit. The space time thing is actually pretty ingenious, does it let him limit personal harm though? Like if he takes a decapitation in one would it only translate to a slight cut around the neck in his other bodies since his body is spread out?
"I'm going to go ghost," he whispered, feigning death. More arrows came nonetheless, though the Evening Sky covered them completely. Still, it could not hold forever.
"So eager to die," Gisena teased, but nodded in affirmation. "Go. Good luck. I promise I won't dispel you!"
He slew his physical form and sprang out, cloak a tattered wreath around him, charging to the closest blood signature. More arrows flew at him, targeting his limbs and sides. He dodged what few he could, deflected certain others and simply withstood the rest, the brilliant blaze of pain only sharpening his focus. Exerting himself recklessly, he went fully incorporeal, phasing through the final round of arrows to arrive with shocking speed. At last the archer came into view, a man dressed rakishly in hunting leathers holding a bow of golden weave. He pounced.
"What-" The man managed before Hunger sliced off his knee, blood fountaining upwards at a furious rate. The archer gestured hastily, all but fumbling his bow, and disappeared, canceling this spatial instance. But the damage was already done.
Ripping the arrowheads free of his barely-coherent wraith form, Hunger rushed towards the next source of that blood signature, finding the man barely recovered, unsteadily nocking an arrow. This time his blade-winds failed to land, warping around the archer to graze instead of murder, their buzzsaw edges first leaving sandblasted streaks of blood against the man's flesh, then failing to connect at all. But the Forebear's Blade was not his only weapon. This close to the Ring of Blood and already bleeding heavily, his enemy would be exsanguinated within the second. Hypovolemic shock would occur much faster. The jewel of his Ring lit up hungrily, almost purring with delight.
Rihaku you utter mad lad with the Danny Phantom reference!
Unfortunately, for him intangibility and unaccounted for non visible abilities carried the day. Looks like his spatial distortion thing only let him be in several places at once rather than what I originally thought it did.
Also blood manipulation coming in to allow for a photo finish.
"Wait," the man said, holding up one arm desperately. Wary of being ambushed as with the craven knights, Hunger kicked the archer over and severed the tendons in his arms and remaining leg before placing his Blade against the man's cranium. Only then did he gesture once, stemming the torrent of blood.
"Talk." He said.
"You... look! I know the Call of the Temple is strong. But there's no need for us to fight. We- we're entirely willing to pay you off, intruders as strong as you are. Maybe even hire you to defend us for a time. We can be very generous. And, and we can give you a sigil that'll immunize you to the Call. Your life won't be dominated by it any more. You'll be free! Free to leave, to come and go as you please! Isn't that better than being tricked - coerced - into obeying the Call?"
"Tell me about the defenses in the Inner Temple."
"I don't know. You should worry about us in the Middle first! When I fail to respond to a check-in, more will come searching for me. Far stronger than I. Stronger than you! But we don't need to fight!"
"Do you have a sigil on you right now?"
"Of course!"
"Give it to me."
"My left pants pocket, lower side."
He extracted the sigil, a thin metal thing with a blue rune on its face. It buzzed threateningly at him, resisting the influence of his ring. He threw it away.
"I have the power to tell when an enemy has given up. You haven't." Hunger himself wasn't in much better condition, his ghostly outline barely visible. He marshaled his energies, preparing to finish it.
"I- I can still use Soul Evocations, it's true. But I swear! I swear not to oppose you in any form or way of action! I swear it on my soul, okay?! Just let me live!"
The ring flared again, an intermittent pattern as if glowering, and finally Hunger felt the power of triumph flowing in. Gisena walked over to them, carrying his flesh body. Bereft of cloak, ring and blade, it looked only sullen.
"Maybe you want to get back inside? You're looking a bit pale!"
"Very funny. We're withdrawing. Can't fight further in this state."
They began to walk away.
"It's a shame you can't carry me in this state..." Gisena mused.
"As I said!" The archer hollered, "There's no need to fight! Join us! We pay well, far better than you'll find outside!"
He turned back to the man. "You never saw the ones that defeated you. You don't know any details of their magics or abilities."
"O-of course!"
"Okay. Let's go."
"Good work today! This time, I'm carrying your unconscious body. Fair's fair, after all!"
"You can get rid of that thing. Actually, give it here, I'll destroy it. Best not leave them anything to study."
While the guy did a commendable job trying to reason with us, unfortunately we're neither mentally influenced nor are willing to give up our current objective.
Also it seems that the denizens are also effected by the Call as well if they are carrying around the Call negation items.
Also confirmed that they are all using Soul Evocations rather than just a general magic system.
He probably won't follow our demands, I mean doing so if the other cannot enforce the demands in question is the height of fallacy and there's no way we can actually enforce our demands on him.
Our fleshy body apparently still exists, and here I thought that it disappeared when we use our Second Form, and rebuilt it when we come back.
Choose the nature of the major complication Hunger received:
[ ] Exhausted - While two day's rest will restore him fully, he'll be very vulnerable in the interim, and unable to use the Form of Rage for the first of those days.
[ ] Lingering Paralysis - 15% penalty to physical actions in both forms, reduced to 5% in Form of Rage. Lasts two weeks.
[ ] Guilt - Perhaps he is not as resolved as he pretends. Doubles Chill of the Grave penalty to 10%. Hunger will discard corporeal form more easily. Lasts until the Temple is resolved.
Only exhaustion is the worthwhile pick as we actually have powers that negate parts of it now. If Ber shows up though I'll be really salty.
Lingering Paralysis' penalty seems pretty extreme as we need that amount of power to go against foes who equal and exceed our current level of power. Plus stacking that on Chill of the Grave seems to be a ill advised decision to make at this junction.
Doubling Chill of the Grave seems even more extreme as now it effects our non existent diplomatic abilities alongside our puzzle solving powers. I'm pretty sure the inevitable puzzles aren't going to be like Skyrim puzzles. It'll even effect our banter with Gisena! Mental debuffs are rough man. Plus that until the Temple is resolved caveat seems to be a extremely limiting aspect as we will need all our prowess we can get for the Temple.
[ ] Evening Sky - Evening Gown - 7 Arete (2 picks)
The dress of night whose pearl is the moon and whose jewels are the stars.
Provides Gisena with a dress the same material as the Evening Sky, and infuses that material with a rich density of findross and the power of Nullity, dramatically enhancing its capabilities and rendering it immune to dispellation from that source. With the assistance of the Evening Sky, Gisena initiates a Sorcerous breakthrough.
Findross interweave enhances Hunger's attributes in a manner not unlike Sorcery so long as the Evening Sky is not discorporated. Choose two: +Agility, +Might, +Wits, +Charisma, and gain a Pseudo-Grace. You may have to vote on the nature of the Pseudo-Grace. By default it grants ++++Agility, +++Strength, 30% increased attack speed in melee.
Discounts [Total Eclipse] by 2 Arete.
This is actually really Arete efficient, we get to power up Gisena to be a more worthwhile combatant and ourselves at the same time. Plus, it'll invite more teasing so a double triple success!
[ ] The Ring of Power - Quickening - 7 Arete (3 picks)
The power of Progression made manifest in blood.
While in any form with corporeal blood, gain +++++++Agility, +++++++Might, ++++Wits, and triple the rate of passive healing performed by the Ring of Blood. Halve wound penalties in any such forms. Currently, this applies only to Hunger's first form.
Ensures that [Final Form] will possess corporeal blood. This may not necessarily be an advantage.
Ah yes, a old friend that allowed for early to mid game physical dominance. The sheer amount of stat gain is actually mind boggling, plus this will stack with Final Form's modifiers. Or will it add on the end as a + modifier after the multiplier? Either way it's a decent upgrade overall. The added attack vector while worrisome isn't enough to dismiss the advantages of our Ring in conjunction with the Final Form.