I'd been assuming he was American, going by the western ideals in the absence of cosmetic details. But that even he doesn't know is just painful. It's surprising he remembered enough religion to ask if the Accursed was the devil, though I guess he didn't get to finish the question. We've underestimated the toll his past took on him, which is not an error I thought possible. He lost his name? Surely someone reminded him in the wake of the tragedy? My expectations for that wretched realm are low, but... wow. We should get this guy to a mirror, maybe we can guess nationality from the appearance and give artists some details to work with.

Searing your name and identiy from your soul has consequences that cannot be trivially undone merely by being reminded of it! Else why would such fuel have value at all, in the language of metaphors?
 
Well, if we get Gisena, maybe we can find out how Seram's doing?

[X] Luna Conquerer
[X] Cut Off The Head
 
Searing your name and identity from your soul has consequences that cannot be trivially undone merely by being reminded of it! Else why would such fuel have value at all, in the language of metaphors?
His situation just keeps getting worse the more we learn of it! Hopefully some of these lost memories can be reclaimed, or there's not permanent metaphysical damage preventing him from building anew.

It's unfortunate Muscle Wizard didn't get more play, it was the only option with Relinquishment and the hero's fighting style last update was enjoyable. Still, to commit to CQC with only one limb discards lots of striking power and might've locked us into the maimed appearance.
 
I realized something. What it might mean for the art not picked to have never been present in the heroes home realm. Assuming the Hidden Masters were once residents, this may well literally determine the fighting style/capabilities of the Hidden Masters once we're finally able to inflict vengeance upon them.

Edit: Though in hindsight, I'm not sure how much this matters. Apparently both styles are capable of transcending linear time if my theory is right.

Basis: A Simple Transaction I Original

Linear time is of little concern to beings of such power as the hero avenged would have to be.
 
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Gonna be interesting what option gets knocked off next, seems like it's nearing that time.

I want Seven Seals and Hunger so if TG goes I'm gonna have a decision.
 
Conjured Blade: Fastest tally in the West.

EDIT: Of course. Bloody hell, I can't even qualify for this quick draw contest.
 
Maybe I'm misunderstanding but my fear with Accretion is that it's not going to really have choices and is just going to be very strong but somewhat boring.

Do we instead choose aspects of things we do to embody or "add to the myth"?

Like let's say a choice on combat style and it would be between The Swordsman, The Battle Demon, and Hero. And we choose whether our combat manifests more as skill, lust for battle, or in defense of others with conceptual abilities to match?
 
Maybe I'm misunderstanding but my fear with Accretion is that it's not going to really have choices and is just going to be very strong but somewhat boring.

Do we instead choose aspects of things we do to embody or "add to the myth"?

Like let's say a choice on combat style and it would be between The Swordsman, The Battle Demon, and Hero. And we choose whether our combat manifests more as skill, lust for battle, or in defense of others with conceptual abilities to match?
The Accretion result will be the choices we make. Guaranteed thematic results!

That's one of the big appeals of it really.
 
Compelled to Battle analysis (927 words)
The decision was made, the bargain complete. He felt the weight of each Curse settle upon him like leaden shrouds. But with them 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.
Interesting that the Hero would feel all these things so viscerally. The Accursed did say that the user interface of a cursebearer adapts to take a form the user would find intuitive and comforting, so it's probably a symptom of that.
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.
And thus the Hero primary remittance is consumed to only partially restore his strength. A high price for such a paltry boon, but need must. Our Hero is guaranteed to grow strong enough to accomplish is vengeance as long as he survive, so therefore maximizing his chance of survival is paramount.
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.
This is kind of a surreal scene, to see possibly the most powerful being in existence having a genuine bonding moment with a literal cripple. And our hero is pretty damn ambitious to think that one day he'll be strong enough to actually be able to meaningfully repay the Accursed!

One could say that growing ever stronger to be able to bear a greater fraction of the selected curses is repayment in and of itself, but our Hero seems to have something greater in mind...
And then the Accursed was gone, the world resuming its mundane pace, footsteps thudding outside his door. Soldiers come to collect his presumptive corpse.

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.
These soldiers are in for quite a surprise! Particularly if the Hero actually survive and manage to return, having surpassed the limits of linear time...
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.
Those two can't but come together for a Progression-type Cursebearer suffering under the grasp of the Apocryphal Curse. Progression guarantees that as long as one survive, one will grow arbitrarily strong in time and the Apocryphal Curse make it so that one need to grow strong in order to survive.
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.
And our Hero get his first view of his third world. Not nearly as scenic as the view Seram first got of the Manifest Realm, but otherwise pretty similar: a sunny day and a burning agglomeration on the horizon.
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.

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.
And so his first mission is a conquest mission. For all that he feels he's not particularly well prepared for this task he's still likely to have a far easier time of it than Seram would have. Imagine if Seram first mission had been one of conquest! I can't really imagine Seram ruling anything... I feel poor Seram will have a rough time when will come the time for his first conquest mission...
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.
So he was American or Japanese, but he can't remember which? That's some pretty heavy amnesia... Also did nobody ever use his name after he lost his memories in the final confrontation? Or was he only known as a myhtical figure to the populace and all those who were close enough to him to know his identity before the death of the Tyrant were already dead at that point?

Interestingly, his first departure for another world happened in a glade, so Truck-kun was apparently not involved... Though one never know, it's not impossible that a truck could end up in a Glade somehow, just rather improbable...

More seriously, it would be nice if he could remember more about the events leading to his first interworld travel. It would probably give us precious information about the forces behind the tragedies of his second life.
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.

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.
It's nice to know that he do intend to bring back all those he lost and isn't thinking only about achieving his vengeance. Though given the immense amount of danger that comes with the Apocryphal Curse, it is far from guaranteed that he'll live long enough to actually accomplish that goal...
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.
He probably would have hesitated a bit more before throwing away his democratic ideals if he hadn't picked the Doom of the Tyrant, but what does the masses's opinions matter to someone who suffer from that curse? The Accursed did warn him about becoming what he despised... Though, hopefully, he'll be a lot nicer to the populations he rules than the Tyrant was.
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.
And we immediately get thrown into a fight, just like Seram was! Thankfully we picked Scepter, so it's not much of challenge.
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.
That's some impressive fighting for someone with only one, one eye and one and an half lung! But it is but the palest shadow to what he shall one day become, shall he survive...
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.
It's interesting that he actually still like fighting (at least against monstrous enemies) even after all the trauma and loss he had to suffer through while fighting the Tyrant. There's a reason he was chosen twice, it seems...
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.
And just like that our first fight is already over. Imagine if we had picked Sword, the quest might have already been over by now! In any case, the Hero certainly had an easier time of it than Seram did. He had a lot of previous experience, to be fair...
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.
Not gonna lie I immediately thought about the grimm when I reads about the monster bodies dissolving on death. Also interesting that the Hero first thought after vanquishing those monsters was wondering whether they are edible... Those years of guerrilla warfare against the Tyrant must have been even rougher than I thought to instill him with that mindset!
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.
I thought this was some kind of sci-fi world, but if they're using stone as the main material for their buildings, that's probably not the case.
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.
So they have mechs which are implied to be biomechanical but they're still using stone for their buildings and no roads... What's the setup here, exactly? Do they just have a very strange tech tree for some reason?
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.
That's probably not another cursebearer so what's the connection here? Maybe that's another hero, possibly a summoned one? We can find out by going for Cutting Off The Head, I suppose... Which is just another reason to go for that!
 
Is anybody here familiar with Unknown Armies and the concept of the Avatar? I've realized another analogue for Accretion and it's starting to concern me/make me realize what may be the full implications of that lack of control. Can our powers be attacked by making us break taboos/act out of character to the archetype we're trying to embody?

A Simple Transaction I Original

A quest about a simple transaction and the consequences that follow.
One of Accretion's main weaknesses is lack of control. You'll get something fitting your thematics and the story you tell yourself / people tell about you. On the other hand, fewer build votes. But you're not allowed to complain if you don't like what you get - you chose this, after all!

In a modern media environment, this sound absolutely terrifying from a superpower standpoint. How much of a slave to PR might we become with Accretion? How vulnerable to PR assaults are we?

A Simple Transaction I Original

A quest about a simple transaction and the consequences that follow.
Depends if Hunger is an iconic part of your core panoply. You don't really want to go past 2-3 signature items/techniques/locales until you get really high up there. People have limited memories and you don't have full control of what they will choose to associate with your legend. You can nudge things by prominently bringing up the ring at critical moments and displaying it openly, but it's not completely your say.

For context, here's the Life as An Avatar bit quoted from Unknown Armies 2e Stratosphere pg 21-22:
Properly conducting yourself as an Avatar is a
tricky business. Most important, of course, is to
behave externally in a fashion appropriate to your
archetype. This doesn't mean simply not breaking
taboo, but extends to almost all aspects of your
life—the higher the Avatar level you're trying to
climb to, the more you have to behave as your ar-
chetype. This means that a Merchant Avatar, for
instance, should be trying to make bargains all the
time if he wants to increase in power, and a Sav-
age Avatar shouldn't be using cutlery.

For those Avatars aiming for eventual God-
walker status, everything in their lives has to be
molded to the design of their archetype. Every-
thing. They build their house on the right kind
of soil, they marry suitable partners, they wear
clothing in the right colors, and they drive the
right kind of car—Masterless Men favor Jaguars,
for instance. The more you live as your arche-
type, the greater the benefits it gets you. Of
course, this sort of extreme behavior also tends
to cut you off from ordinary society—no one re-
ally wants to hang around with an Avatar of the
Executioner, for instance—but the benefits are
worth it. Aren't they?
 
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.
 
It's interesting that he actually still like fighting (at least against monstrous enemies) even after all the trauma and loss he had to suffer through while fighting the Tyrant. There's a reason he was chosen twice, it seems...

Often one grows to enjoy what one is good at. And the skills of battle were something the hero was forced to hone quite extensively.
 
Not gonna lie I immediately thought about the grimm when I reads about the monster bodies dissolving on death. Also interesting that the Hero first thought after vanquishing those monsters was wondering whether they are edible... Those years of guerrilla warfare against the Tyrant must have been even rougher than I thought to instill him with that mindset!

I hadn't considered RWBY when planning this story at all... surprising that it's had this level of cultural impact. Are Grimm memorable villains?

I wonder, did he forget even the Tyrant's name? It's possible.

The Tyrant is above mere nomenclature!

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.

They're not flying, they're just really tall! And the walls themselves aren't massively high.
 
I hadn't considered RWBY when planning this story at all... surprising that it's had this level of cultural impact. Are Grimm memorable villains?

Not particularly but I think SV and SB had a few quests, stories and other misc. threads that made it more popular than it would otherwise.

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As a sidenote, I'd wait till the update but I gotta pass out now so I've updated the Index till this post. I'll begin reorganizing it to make it more useful during the rest of the week.
 
I hadn't considered RWBY when planning this story at all... surprising that it's had this level of cultural impact. Are Grimm memorable villains?

Nah, I like RWBY a bit but the grimm are generic video game baddudes, complete with fading away post-death. I only mentioned them because it's the first thing that came to mind with dissapearing corpses, that wasn't an aforementioned video game.
 
Not particularly but I think SV and SB had a few quests, stories and other misc. threads that made it more popular than it would otherwise.

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As a sidenote, I'd wait till the update but I gotta pass out now so I've updated the Index till this post. I'll begin reorganizing it to make it more useful during the rest of the week.

Yeah, I'm thinking of adjusting some things so that updates come at a more optimal time. Should still be an update today a bit shorter than usual, then another update tomorrow during late afternoon or evening EST.

Nah, I like RWBY a bit but the grimm are generic video game baddudes, complete with fading away post-death. I only mentioned them because it's the first thing that came to mind with dissapearing corpses, that wasn't an aforementioned video game.

Quite a number of reactions have mentioned it, along with the grass and hill scene... I wonder if reading others' reactions influences even subconsciously what one writes during one's own reaction!
 
Quite a number of reactions have mentioned it, along with the grass and hill scene... I wonder if reading others' reactions influences even subconsciously what one writes during one's own reaction!
Might be, but I remember thinking it on the first read-through. Maybe it's because they're generic dog-like cannon fodder? Though looking it up, hyenas seem more closely related to cats than dogs... yet jackals are canids?! As expected of monsters produced by something taking on the image of a dragon, it knows no limits or boundaries, especially when it comes to species. Or does it have a partner somewhere?
 
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