Compelled to Battle reaction: 1342 words.
The decision was made, the bargain complete. He felt the weight of each Curse settle upon him like a leaden shroud. But alongside came a spark of power, swift and irrepressible, coursing through nerve and vein, awakening some part of the Hero that had been. Sublime electricity like a held breath, like the stillness before a storm, skin of the world so paper thin that with a fingertip's exertion he could brush through, touch the capillary-walls of the weft between realms.
He was not fully restored. Nowhere near the fullness of his power, still but a shadow of the man that he was, soul and memory tattered with holes. That was the cost in selfhood that he'd burned to strike down the overlord.
But it was strength enough to start again, and with strength came even a dull flicker of hope.
The despair I felt when I realized this meant King's Scepter won. I rushed to the end of the update just to make sure. How bitter, the taste of defeat, all that work for naught... Truly, I can now fully sympathize with our protagonist, the ultimate immersive experience!
It is kind of interesting to see how much more visceral becoming a Cursebearer was for the Hero than it was for Seram. Compatibility may be the issue, his lower affinity for being a Progression-type making the power "fit badly", so to speak. Or it may be that such a reaction is what he expected would happen, and thus the power provided. Impossible to say, really.
When entire world had abandoned him, this being - cosmic monster, impossible horror, whatever it was - had reached out its hand. Whatever its reasons or timing, it alone had given him a chance. Had offered respite, or vengeance, to a tool so thoroughly expended that even the dim shadow of a future had seemed a faraway dream. He would not forget, that every tomorrow onward was possible only because of this being today.
"Thank you," he said, as it turned to leave. "I'll pay you back one day."
The Accursed raised an eyebrow, slight amusement in its eye. "See that you do."
Somehow he felt, despite the vast gulf between them - transcendent overbeing and depleted wretch - that those parting words were no cosmic transaction, but merely an agreement between men.
The bonds between fellow men are the strongest!
It is good to see that despite his circumstances; the hero continues to have this determination. I find his resolve to repay the Accursed very touching, in fact. Instead of staying resentful, he realizes the tremendous nature of what is being offered. And despite the the incredible road ahead to give something back to a being whose power literally defies description, it's uplifting. The power of the bonds between men, some would say.
And then the Accursed was gone, the world resuming its mundane pace, footsteps thudding outside his door. Soldiers come to collect his presumptive corpse.
Huh. I wonder how they actually planned to kill him. Since he seems to be alone in a room yet nonetheless the guards seem to know he would be dead at a specific time. Poison is the most natural conclusion to this. They wanted his death entirely covert and deniable to the masses. His reforms must have been quite popular if his opponents fear the reaction of the people so much.
He inhaled deeply, the tug of the Geas like a hook through his chest, and let it carry him forward, to another world than this.
Plenty of time for sentimentality if he survived. In the meantime there were other debts to pay. And these would not be so pleasant. To fulfill the mission of his vengeance, the first step was simple.
Live, and grow strong.
The visceral reaction to the Curses continues. Instead of being half-mad or feeling like someone who is sacrificing his own emotions, he feels more like someone compartmentalizing; a skill that must have been honed by his years of struggles, no doubt. Sentimentality will get in the way of his mission, so he must not let that impede him. He must live and grow strong despite that.
There was no jarring transition. Barely had the impression of passage touched him before he arrived. He was standing on a hill of green grass under blue skies. The sun was stark and brilliant, a mailed fist of light bearing down. A breeze was blowing, cool and soothing but with the faintest scent of charcoal. He raised a hand to cover his eyes and took his bearings.
Huh, does the Geas of Indenture have a set type of place it lets off people at? If the whole world is a blasted wasteland, would it create green rolling hills and turn the sky blue for us? Would we not just get sent to a world if it doesn't have stereotypically peaceful scenery?
(The most reasonable answer is that we are on green hills again as a direct parallel to Seram's adventure and to contrast the violence that follows, but nah)
The mission of his Geas unfurled in his mind, the task upon which he'd wagered his life.
Conquer at least nine-tenths of the Human Sphere and rule for a period of no less than fifty contiguous years. Time limit: twenty-five hundred years.
Immediate information given by this Geas: This place has humans, they have enough of the world for them to a have a "Sphere", they are spread out enough and/or poweful enough that conquering nine-tenths of it is a worthy challenge for a Progression-type Cursebearer.
I don't know why, but reading the words "Human Sphere" brought to mind Buddhist cosmology and the Realms of Humans, Beasts, Devas and the like. Considering the later biomechanical monstrosities to be revealed, it may hold some parallels to where we are.
He was unused to rulership, and his first attempts at politics would have killed him were it not for the Accursed's intercession. It would be a change of pace, to say the least.
Hah. As they say, the second time's the charm! The stakes are higher than ever, though.
But how much at all remained of the man he'd been? His name, his titles, half the memories that comprised his identity had been burned from his soul in the final conflagration of his battle with the Tyrant. He recalled that he had come from Earth, a planet of sophisticated technology, born in a land of the far East... or was it the far West? He had been a schoolboy, on the precipice of manhood. He had stumbled into a glade. The contours of his mundane life remained, but its details slipped like raindrops through his fingers.
He broke in more than just spirit, half his life is missing from him. Depressing that he has lost so much, and inspiring how he still fought for his ideals after that, despite not even remembering the place where his ideals came from.
I wonder what is it with unfathomable cosmic forces and grabbing random teenagers of the street. In a world of billions of people, you'd think there'd be more variety to their choices. Is it union regulations or something?
All those memories he'd sacrificed in order to hold more tightly onto what truly mattered. The names and faces of those who'd fought besides him. Who'd given themselves so that he could live, shell of a man that he was. Those he'd befriended. Those he'd admired. And those he had loved.
It seems he considers his eleven years with his companions more important than anything that came before. Makes sense, those eleven years with them are far more formative than his former memories of Earth.
I wonder, did he forget even the Tyrant's name? It's possible.
He would seek vengeance for them, and for himself. Whatsoever architects had engineered the misery inherent to their lives, he would cast them down. No matter how high their thrones, how unassailable their power, he would not rest until they lay broken before him. And he would bring back all who had died to the Tyrant, when he was strong enough to keep them safe. There would be power enough even for that, someday. Power enough and more, if he was to someday keep his promise to his benefactor.
I believe someone wondered what entity or group of entities that need the power of a progression-type to defeat would find so valuable and crucial in the Hero's original world that they'd need to interfere. I think we're not just thinking big enough. It's entirely possible that the architects of our tragedy haven't even been born yet and their future existence affects time retroactively to ensure the conditions of their creation are always present, and the Hero's tragedy was just another cog for their plan. With entities of this scale, it is impossible to know.
It's nice that he isn't going to let a trifling matter like death separate him from his companions now that he is a Progression-type.
Someday. If he survived. If he completed this mission, and all the missions before him. So he was to be a tyrant? So be it. But the time for deliberation had passed.
We have been tasked with assuming a role fought so much against before. Even if it brings him closer to the one he most hated, it's worth it for his friends.
There were more pressing concerns. A short sharp bark behind him, unnaturally loud, and he whirled to see a pack of armored creatures loping towards him, hyena-like mouths tasting the air. The frontmost pair charged, leaping forward with uncanny coordination, fangs bared and slavering.
Armored dog-like things out of nowhere! Their unnatural coordination implies some sort of intelligence in command, maybe a hive mind, maybe RTS-like control.
They attack us using classic pack-hunting strategies. Why fix what nature deemed optimal, right? If we could have defeated them even had we chosen Sword, they must not have been very strong. Maybe they were scout units?
Casually he adjusted his stance. The creature on his left sailed harmlessly by as he drove his bare fist into the one on his right. Its chest all but disintegrated, the shock of his strike describing a perfect circle of sky where its torso once was.
He twisted, reaching back with his hand to grab the first creature by the scruff, hurled it with catapult force into the ranks of its fellows, and leapt, falling like cannon fire into their midst. The force of those twin impacts sent the beasts into brief disarray, and he killed swiftly as they gathered, slaying three more before the pack regained its cohesion. Retreating slightly, they coalesced around him with an easy, dauntless fluidity, the dozen disjoint appendages of a single mind.
He blew a hole clean through an armored abomination! That is strenght.
The hero demonstrates his combat experience and badass credentials by trying to disrupt their coordination with an impromptu dog missile. That they even were confused briefly suggest that their controlling intelligence has limited processing power. Maybe they just devote little to what is normally clean up duty?
He'd never found any enjoyment in killing the Tyrant's men, offering surrender when practical. But he'd no such compunctions about the Tyrant's monsters. Despite himself, the once-hero smiled. It'd been too long since he'd killed something properly.
The Hero has quite the bloodlust. He avoids killing humans at least; good that he still has some mercy in him despite his grueling fight of years.
They sprang at him again, a whirlwind of fang and claw, but he swung his palm outward, neatly bisecting the creatures at his front, and shoulder-checked his way to the other side of their perimeter. Encirclement broken, the rest turned to flee. They didn't get far.
Supplies would be a factor, he mused. He wondered if these monsters were edible. But their bodies dissolved quickly, melting away in the few brief minutes of his scrutiny. Likely not edible, though it was unclear how exactly his status as a Cursebearer had altered his physiology.
Just busting through the sudden encirclement with brute force. Once they realized their own ineffectiveness, they retreat.
Melt away if killed. Are they projections? Or is their cellar structure so unstable they collapse after heavy trauma? We know at least some materials remain if it's implied people have biomechanical weapons platforms in this world, so maybe there's a way to preserve them?
A second pack approached, larger in numbers, though little more bothersome than the first. Still it seemed wise to track down and eliminate the source of these creatures before he began to tire. As he crested another hill, he could faintly make out a city on the horizon, smoke in countless tendrils twisting upwards from its walls. Grand spires of white stone jutted upwards from the fortifications.
Tried again with more numbers, failed. Restricted communication? Or are their instincts so honed they just move and act as though they were a single organism, like some form of eusocial behaviour?
The city doesn't seem very technological, or the narration would have remarked on it. Considering Catherine's backstory, the possibility of a Post-apocalyptic world rises significantly.
Looming above were two grander figures still. The first was an wurm-like monster covered in armor plates, towering and vast, its top a grotesque cross of dragon and jackal, lower half a single muscular tail. It was locked in the throes of battle with a vaguely humanoid abomination, bipedal and armored as well.
The classic giant robot versus Kaiiju. Both seem biological; the monster reminds me more of Getter Robo, while piloting a humanoid abomination is the classic EVA twist. Both seem to fly despite not emitting any obvious thrust; unfortunately given the capabilities of "Science" in Super Robot shows they could still technically be scientific.
A pang struck him at the sight of that second giant, as if the marrow in his bones had gained magnetic charge, to orient now in its direction. There was an affinity between them, not that of friends, not quite allies, but... a sense of camaraderie, as if in all of the vast, lonely universe they were the only two of their kind.
Just thought this was weird at first before I noticed the whole "two of their kind in the whole universe", which heavily implies a Cursebearer. They could merely be fellow Heroes, however.
[ ] Humanitarian Efforts - The city is being pillaged or simply butchered by that creature's spawn. It appears to be struggling against its opponent, so there should be no need for you to intervene. Save as many lives as possible, rescue and evacuate civilians from the city and cull the ranks of the creature's horde. Best keep your distance from both abominations until you learn more. You don't quite trust this unnatural affinity. [+Charisma]
Ignore the ominous feelings and go save the civilians. Charisma boost. Worse if pick Hunger due to avoiding a fight. Might not do anything depending on how the fight above goes. This might have given him some peace of mind had he been less commited to Vengeance.
[ ] Cut Off The Head - The wurm-beast shares too many similarities with the hyena-creatures that attacked you for this chain of events to be a coincidence. Likely it sent those hunting packs because it could sense whatever link exists between you and its opponent. If it so badly desires to be your enemy, you will oblige. Though you wouldn't be confident against a monster of that scale at your current strength, you should at least be able to avoid becoming collateral damage. And it has little attention to spare for the likes of you. Helping your... comrade kill it should address the root of the problem.
Go fight. Better with Hunger. Investigates the plot intuition forthwith. Maybe end up actually saving more people if we can help enough.
[ ] King of Sorcerers - Expansive versatility at the cost of some direct power.
Seven Seals, Gisena Allria, Retinue, Forebear's Blade
*The most popular elements in one build
*Numerous sources of Curse mitigation
*Ability to bring in Retinue members and capitalize on character-unique synergies across Seals, Null Sorcery, and any magics or special technologies present here
*Powerful active defense and counterattack potential. Great utility from Seals.
*Direct offense slightly lacking.
Trades initial direct offense for max mitigation. Relies on the thread choosing companions wisely, which, heh. Progresses the least until we get Retinue synergies due to not having Hunger.
[ ] Twice-Great - Magus-knight and apprentice.
Seven Seals, Caethlynn of Amarlt, Hunger, Forebear's Blade
*Pay forward the Accursed's gift.
*Advance rapidly with Hunger, use the fruits of that growth to improve your seals of enhancement. Use said seals on yourself and Catherine to produce two formidable combatants. She scales as you do, and Hunger scales quickly.
*Catherine with your buffs is a superior physical force, while you retain the utility of sealing for support and counter-utility.
*Decent mitigation with the Forebear's Blade.
*Would be awfully convenient if one needed a spare pilot for some form of biomechanical abomination.
My preferred option. Gives a dynamic I think would be interesting to see. It also seems the most balanced; Seals give utility, Forebear's curse mitigation, Catherine gives combat prowess, Hunger increased progression. A build that stands ready for anything, in my view.
[ ] Luna Conquerer
Accretion, Gisena Allria, Hunger, Forebear's Blade
*The highest synergy of the popular Accretion elements
*Very high power, but somewhat lacks proactive utility. Accretion + Hunger + Forebear's Blade allows for a rapid rate of advance which means easier access to findross for Gisena if you can figure out the method.
*Strong through every stage of early, mid, and late game, so long as you have straightforward challenges.
*Accretion gives some natural resistance to the Apocryphal Curse which Gisena can also mitigate
Second highest power, and very stable throughout the game. Lacks versatility, and Accretion makes hard to direct growth to specific parameters, instead being a power that develops more organically. My second option had I not sold out.
[ ] Muscle Wizard
Accretion, Intensify, Retinue, Relinquishment
*The ultimate option, the destined path
*Just look at the thread tags
*Use Intensify to magnify the power of Accretion while narrowing its scope...
*Allows the power of Accretion to be applied to one's body itself, at the cost of locking it otherwise. Grants a broad and powerful defense against esoteric and mundane attacks.
*The hero's missing bodyparts make his body more unique and recognizable, and thus most suited to this unique path.
*Lategame, uses Retinue synergies to magnify his training in the pursuit of supreme perfection of body.
*Retains the fighting style he displays in this update, though with higher parameters when he gets serious (otherwise, this update is just the hero fooling around)
*Very powerful early and late, but weak midgame. Will more effectively complete the objective in this update.
*Extremely degenerate
There were gonna be a few other votes, like the hero's pseudonym and logistical issues, but we'll sort those out when they come up.
Cursed option that isn't worthy of discussion. The ultimate betrayal after abandoning the Praxis. thankfully, it's already eliminated, so I won't break completely.