I always reference this, so it's high time I wrote a reaction for the update itself. The Tyrant stole Hunger's youth, but replaced it with something more terrible still; with enough blood upgrades, we can have Age and Youth and Enthusiasm and Treachery! Cursebearers are obnoxious template-stacking cheaters, after all.
He awoke steadily from slumber, the high sun of noon creeping into his eyes through a giant's upraised fingers. Below was the chirping of birds and the slow, drawling hum of cicadas, trees creaking slightly in the breeze.
Hunger, exhausted after a completely unnecessary fishing expedition, wakes in the palm of a giant robot. I hadn't taken the time to appreciate how he had the most badass possible bed in this update, Verschlengorge is such a bro. The image is more powerful 'cause he could've just made a fist and squished us at any time, so Hunger's giving off some serious trust vibes, too.
Wait, no, he's not actually in the palm of Verschlengorge's hand, reading this piecemeal gave me the wrong impression. It's still an awesome image, so there.
Arguing about picks is one thing, and the current vote is a stressful scramble, but at least we're not voting to sleep in because we're just that wiped after picking a fight with a fish. Silver linings.
Slowly, the Armament above him flexed its fingers, steam pouring from countless apertures as it rose clumsily to its full height. From this distance he could clearly see how badly diminished was the weapon's current state: the errant, too-pale flickering of runes stenciled on its flesh; the choking, muffled retort of its damaged mechanical systems; and even the bone-deep weariness reflected in its stance.
I don't think he's supposed to shoot steam all over the place, that's not the first feature I would install in a giant war machine dude is wrecked. Fortunately, the reason I'm writing this is to scramble towards an upgrade that'll let us heal him quite a bit, so he shouldn't be out of steam much longer! Interesting that he's covered in runes. We might be able to grab another magic system by studying him. Add one to the "Reasons to reverse-engineer the ancient Rank 10 guy" counter, despite the fact that I passed up the only option to do so that's come up so far.
You and me both. Though he'd slept in, he was nowhere close to fully recovered from yesterday's exertions. His physical body felt fine, perhaps even stronger than before, infused with a portion of the King Fish's thrashing vitality. The wound in his side stung sharply as he raised himself up with his elbows, but it was a brisk sharpness, jolting him awake.
But his powers of spirit, what Letrizia called his Astral Rank, was badly depleted still. It was a dull, hollow exhaustion, a blankness of the marrow, his soul's sharpness worn down to a nub.
Speaking of how much better our current situation is than this one, remember when we took actual, non-complication HP damage that lasted between fights? Let's all point and laugh at this scrub who knows not the might of blood. Or even of killing yourself for HP, how cute. He's just nabbed his first Echo. Exhaustion is still a bear, though, and we're now dragging around a devastating and a major complication in compensation for our sword and our arm, so not everything's rosy.
Astral Exhaustion sounds a lot like depression feels, lets not inflict that on Hunger more than we have to... he says, having voted for the scariest enemy.
"Good, you're awake." Gisena came into view, a pale, fatigued cast to her features. Without pausing she unleashed a Tide of Nullity into the open air, then turned and threw another.
"What's going on?" Fighting through the hollowness, he sprang to his feet, the Forebear's Blade appearing his grip.
"We've got incoming," Gisena said, briefly wiping sweat off her brow. "Some kind of portal, but not an Astral effect. And they're persistent, too! Hundreds of attempts over this past hour."
"You should have woken me," he said, coming to her side.
She shot him a cheery smile, with only a hint of strain. "Nope! Both you and Zea were out like a light! And you need your rest most of all, whereas I'm positively brimming with energy!"
Gisena recently received an Edeldross massage, and she negotiated away the princess carry, but she deserves it anyway for letting Hunger sleep in, here. While rejecting incoming calls for an hour, she's only energetic in comparison to Hunger's corpse. We'd probably have died otherwise.
While the nickname of "Hun" has endured the test of time, I think "Zea" is in remission. "Duchess" seems to be more common. I wonder why that is? Gisena's been friendly with Letrizia recently, and never mean, but for a while she seemed to intermittently distance from her. Maybe I'm reading too much into it.
I think I said this at the time, but why on Earth did they keep trying to teleport in for an hour? The attempts must be cheap for them, they had no way of knowing that Gisena would get worn down, and after the fiftieth try I'd have next to no confidence that my endurance was superior. It probably has to do with Bearic's gamer powers, with absolute distance not meaning much to his scrying ability. Makes sense for a servant of an Astral Lord, they're not big on space either.
"I'm operational," Letrizia's voice boomed from Verschlengorge, testily flexing a hand. "Or as close to it as we can be in this state."
"I suppose it's too much to hope they'd give up," Gisena said. "And running won't do us any good if they have portals. Well, if they're dying to see us, how about we grant their wish?"
"We'll talk about this later," he growled, advancing upon the now-forming portals. Fuck these so-called interesting times.
"I await your commendation eagerly!" she responded.
Earlier, it was Verschlengorge flexing his fingers, and now it's Letrizia. And she says "I" then "We", so I know I'm not just imagining things, even the pilot herself acknowledges the ambiguity. The narration seems to switch between who it attributes movements to, I think it's "Letrizia" when the synchronization is higher. It's a bit surreal to read "Letrizia does X" when in Verschlengorge's body. Cutesy mannerisms are scary from the giant robot, and when she joins in on the casual banter I'm pretty sure she does it at like 120 decibels.
If Gisena could choose to let them through at any time, it feels like we missed an opportunity for a better ambush than we managed. Letrizlengorge could have crawled over the portal and prepared a Tactical Bellyflop. They don't have Rank, but they do have mass. I wonder why they didn't think of it, Gorge might be too damaged for even that. Hunger could've... done what he did, he doesn't have Thousand Cuts yet and he can't even bladewind spam, so his options are limited. Running away from portals of course sounds like a losing game, but if they didn't have a good lock on us it might've been possible.
Gisena's line is amazing, by the way, it's much too menacing to come from someone as cheerful as her; like with Verschlengorge, that just makes it better.
There was no more time for talk as the shimmering blue portals finally gained a semblance of solidity. Scarce had the outline of their occupants appeared before he ducked, avoiding the chest-height Tide of Nullity that Gisena fired into the occlusion.
The first intruder appeared with a baffled shriek, the magic of her armor smothered under Gisena's assault, and he swiftly followed up with a pommel-strike to her sword arm, bone splintering under his enhanced strength.
Though they'd ambushed one, the full party had materialized successfully: one man, a mechanical construct, and two other women, all outfitted in rugged armor with an assortment of faintly glowing artifacts.
"Took 'em long enough," the man whined, eyes sweeping the party. "The fuck? They didn't say anything about adds. You guys deal with those, the monster's mine."
"Yes, my lord!" Spoke the others, even as Hunger pulled the first intruder close and plunged his blade into her sternum. A swift stroke brought her life to an end as the remainder of the party advanced on him.
The first time I read this, back in the ancient times, I acknowledged that Hunger was doing fighty things at a woman, but not that he already killed one of the party, and in a particularly crunchy and visceral way.. It was the same the second time. Bearic and company just completely don't react to her death at all, they aren't even disappointed that they're weaker by a head. It's creepy.
I approve of Gisena's Nullity wave even if there were no bellyflops. She was using Nullity to reject the portals earlier, but this time she fired through it without affecting the portal itself. Hm, if the magic is concentrated on the edges, and what's in between is just space, that makes perfect sense. The only thing that takes damage is her magical armor, which is surprisingly common. It's probably be more of a pain in the ass if we didn't have good counters for it, it's cool stuff.
Four enemies remain, and given how narrow the fight was the unlamented fifth would've spelled our death if the ambush was unsuccessful. Bearic is already saying some incredibly interesting things. First, that these five weren't responsible for the teleport, something that I had forgotten. Using a gaming metaphors, they were just waiting in the lobby while "They" were pinging the Voyaging server, it looks like. If it was just a portal program that was set up, it would explain the uncanny persistence. Second, that Verschlengorge is the target and we were unexpected. This raises the question of what would have been blocking the portal, because that doesn't seem to be one of Verschlengorge's abilities. That would also be explained by a portal program, but also, as Bearic says, that the higher-ups don't care about these guys at all.
It's not inaccurate to call Verschlengorge a monster, I guess, but I don't appreciate the dehumanization. All forms of intelligence are valid, even Hunger.
The male leapt forward with a thump of displaced air, his blade glowing brilliant blue before it unleashed an arc of energy into Verschlengorge's direction. Too slow to evade or block, the Armament took the blow across the torso, leaving a great smoldering gouge in the plating on its chest. Hunger frowned.
Smoldergouge in Verschlengorge, not off to a great start. Bearic doesn't give off the
feel of being incredibly strong in this scene, if you get me, but by comparing him to Verschlengorge he clearly is. Luckily he was focused on the boss rather than the adds.
Also, we have finally closed the swordbeam gap, so nyeh to you.
Then the attackers were upon him, a nymphlike woman wielding an elaborate sword and a cool-eyed blonde who covered her with crossbow fire. The construct attempted to rush past, targeting Gisena single-mindedly, but he intercepted it easily as null bolts rained down around them. None of them seemed particularly concerned about the loss of their first companion.
"We must disable the mage," the construct groaned, bronze armor clanking as it traded blows with him. Its internals held up poorly against the power of ruin, scars of riven metal opening at each point of contact.
"I'll give the orders, mercenary." The swordmaiden said frostily, ducking back to avoid another volley from his Sorceress. "But I do agree. Beth, as we practiced?"
The swordswoman was a striking beauty, her features haughty and regular, crimson hair and pristine blue eyes, though plain in comparison to Gisena. Her companion, 'Beth,' was shorter and mousier, wearing a hood to cover her golden locks.
"Sure," Beth nodded. The two women withdrew.
I'd have poked at the swordswoman's unnecessary assertion of authority, but Hunger was about the same when he accepted Gisena's tactics when they first met so that would be a bit hypocritical. The relationship dynamics are already clear. Nobody gives a shit about robo or deadgirl, Bearic is in charge, Beth and sword are friends. Is it Hunger's age that makes him see this so clearly, or is it just that obvious?
I wonder if the mercenary's singleminded focus on Gisena is the result of experience with mage-geeking or programming. That might be racist, huh. Either way, it was the right call, so it's good that Hunger was in the way. (Ooh, I have to make a 'Hunger is the enemy' joke at some point. Combined with the Self-Defeating Stance one? Making jokes is too hard, so I like to just sketch the space around them sometimes.)
That Ruin was effective on the construct is definitely getting filed away from the future. We know that it has bonus damage against defenses, and maybe the criteria it uses for "defenses" include machine parts in general. This is particularly important with our Blood magic being obviously useless against them. The conclusion being that we should hit them with our sword instead, lol, which we would've done anyway, but at least we now know that it should be especially effective.
He took the opportunity to pressure the construct, accepting a blow against the Evening Sky to slice open the thing's neck. It reeled, stumbling backwards, but before he could finish it the crossbow wielder appeared overhead.
"Nice!" Shouted the swordmaiden as her ally fired, several powerfully enchanted bolts hurtling towards Gisena. The Sorceress dipped and weaved, emitting a wave of dispellation, but was caught in the arm. Gisena whimpered but wasted no time, snapping off the bodkin tip and pulling the bolt free. She drew Letrizia's sidearm and began to return fire.
Growling, he hurled his blade at the midair archer and pounced on the golem, kicking off its chest to propel himself skyward. Beth contorted wildly to dodge his thrown sword, then spun with languid grace to evade Gisena's fire, heedless of leverage or gravity. But she did not see the Forebear's Blade hurtling back as he recalled it to hand.
She gave a startled, hapless shriek as the sword-fragment embedded itself in her side. An instant later he reached her, clothesline to the solar plexus driving her to the earth. Before she could recover his fist rained down with haymaker force, ending her life.
Gisena is the only one in this fight allowed to have bolts, for the sake of straightforwardness Beth must die. Also she hurt Gisena, but that's secondary. We haven't used the Blade backstab summoning recently, which is a shame because it's absolutely tricksy and cool. But it involves the sword not being in our hand, and after we grabbed Cut Through that's much more of a sacrifice than it was before. Hm, speaking of that, the Primary Rotspawn's halberd-bouncing trick could be replicated with the Blade's returning power, but, again, we only have the one. No real call for it.
Is "Nice" a codeword? Seems strange to say it before the attack, but Hunger was a bit occupied so something else might have happened. Beth is dead, it wasn't a nice end.
Slow. He was too slow, his instincts numb. He was caught in the flow of the world, instead the rock against which it broke. Had he been anywhere near fighting form, an opponent of this level would never have been allowed to hurt Gisena, and the golem would already be carven scrap.
But what was the point of dwelling? Nothing to do but fight on. His ring pulsed, feeding him with strength from the intruders he'd felled.
This passage is incredibly relevant to the upcoming fight, because fighting against a guy that super outranks us is going to be worse than fighting Seralize while exhausted. It also applies to trying to write reactions while feeling the pressure of time and death, I'd say, so I empathize with Hunger here.
If we're to be caught in the world's flow again, we have to determine where the flow is pointed. With Seralize, we did that with psychological manipulation, but that won't work on Avecarn, I'd bet. We'll have to enforce the order of stats. Edelboost and Rank 7 bloodboost and inexorably crush the life from him. I can only hope, and write on.
He pulled free the Forebear's Blade and moved to once again interpose himself between the construct and his Sorceress, but a howl of stark grief stole his attention.
"ELIZABETH!" Screamed the redhead, her eyes wet with tears. "You- you bastard. You'll pay..."
She began to tremble, hair rising in an invisible wind. Furiously he pushed past the golem, unwilling to let her complete whatever technique -
Slow. A moment too late he reached her, and by then her eyes had snapped open, infused with amaranthine energy. She blurred, tearing into him, Celtic knot of her sword pulsing as it pressed against his cloak of stars. Her blade sang as it moved, a mournful hum that intensified steadily, increasing her own speed until she dissolved into a whirlwind of slashing strokes.
"My name is Seralize vi Esterarc. And I am your end, monster. It's not about the money or even the glory. I'LL AVENGE HER IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!"
Ah, the Amaranth Star came from the color of her supermode eyes. Seralize's powers look a bit more intricate than the "is fast" that we got from her. She's gaining speed as the fight goes on, which is actually a really cool power, and the intricacy of her sword is revealed to be a Celtic knot. Which *googles* represents eternity and loyalty and stuff. Incredibly appropriate for her declaration of eternal vengeance for her friend, I like it. Given the mournful hum from the sword, is she actually drawing power from her emotions, like a Surgecrafter? She might have more depth than she's showing in this farce. She's probably a noble, too, given the name, but nobles are all over the place so I can't care much about that.
Her reaction to Elizabeth's death would mean more if her reaction to deadgirl wasn't absolutely nothing. And if she seemed to car about the construct's well-being. And if she didn't have that suspiciously specific denial about her greedy motives - and a lot of things, actually. But as it is I still feel bad for her.
How many times had he proclaimed similarly, when faced with the Tyrant's cruelty? Had he sounded so ridiculous? The fact that she was distracted by her monologue was the only reason he was able to keep her at bay.
Gisena tried to assist, darting to the side, probing for an angle. The badly-damaged construct doggedly followed her, forcing her to disengage.
The force of Seralize's hatred was as a palpable thing. It suppressed his initiative and lent unnatural sharpness to her blows. Her sword fell upon him from all angles, grazing neck and cheek, nicking his ear, scraping against his forehead to send blood into his eye. The Evening Sky lent his flesh the same impossible resistance he'd faced against the pirate captain, else he would have died threefold in one exchange.
Was he any better than the Tyrant, in the end? Was vengeance alone a goal worthy of all this?
He jumped back slightly, resignation coming over his features. There was not much left in him, but if he exerted all he had, could he reach her, just this once?
Don't worry about how ridiculous the Tyrant thought you sounded, Hunger, his opinion doesn't matter. If you gotta scream your vengeance to the heavens, people should be understanding of that, you're doing it for you. Even if it matters, there's no way you were half as ridiculous as Seralize is, she's acting like a caricature.
I'm certain that Hunger is much better than the Tyrant, but considering we don't know much about him other than that he kicked Destiny in the shins and killed all your friends, i find it hard to quantify exactly how terrible the Tyrant was. I mean, the name is suspicious, but so is Hunger's. Catherine betrayed him because he was a jerk, but why did he pick someone who would do that as heir in the first place? Ah, Hunger's head isn't the best perspective to address these questions, so I doubt we'll know for a while. We'll probably sooner learn exactly what Hunger's revenging himself against, which is the more important issue.
All these philosophical ruminations are happening while Hunger is getting speedblitzed, because Hunger's fear response is another victim of the Tyrant. All the blows seem to be glancing, and I can't tell if that's because Hunger is sensibly spending more effort to guard his vitals or if there's some arcane narrative HP calculation going on, because Rank is weird.
Also, apparently the Evening Sky does protect even uncovered areas, that was my first thought but the bit in the Vanreir fight where Hunger moved it over his liver made me doubt it. Maybe it only mostly applies protection to uncovered areas, and the mantle itself has a bit more toughness.
Gisena can't quite reach him, but that's okay. Hunger's master will have to forgive him, because he's going to go all out... just this once. (Actually he does that every time, I'd suggest a vacation but that only made him worse.)
"I get it," he said, looking his would-be murderer directly in the eye. "And I'm sorry."
She nodded bitterly. "As it should be."
With a final vengeful roar, she thrust forward, the gleam of her blade like a falling star. He made no move to intercept, stepping into the blow, taking it into his side, all but collapsing on her.
As the blade sprouted from his back, she let out a grim, tremulous sigh of catharsis, then began to pull her sword free for the finishing blow. The weight of his cloak was like a leaden mantle around them.
Still caught in that impromptu embrace, she was unable to evade when he stabbed her in the spine. The Evening Sky billowed and swarmed, holding her longsword in place to prevent further damage, blanketing them and smothering them, gentle dying of the light. Grimly he twisted his blade, cutting flesh and spirit, fell energies severing body from mind, soul from essence. A mortal wound.
Strike a thousand times, or strike one blow that tells.
"Hate..." she rasped, blood flecking his cheek. "I... hate you..."
He closed his eyes. "I know."
He tore free the Forebear's Blade and cut off her head.
Seralize should have realized that Hunger was way too calm for someone who was losing as terribly as he was, but the experience to do so would have come with age, in the future she will never see. She reveals her self-centeredness more, here. It's one thing for her to care more about Elizabeth more than Nameless, even though I've bullied her for that, but by accepting that Hunger is remorseful for the former's death and not the latter's, it's like she believes that her friend is objectively more important. Or she's had a shit day and isn't thinking straight, if you want to be more charitable.
She stab in ab. Trust me, it hurts her more than it hurts Hunger, because then he stabs her in the spine. Reminds me of those scenes when a soldier's trapped under a dead body of an enemy or a comrade or a horse, but in this case the cliche is only selling the deception. And she absolutely could have avoided it, with her speed. She just wanted it to be more dramatic, I guess, and I'm not mad at her for that one. Just makes me think she shouldn't have been here in the first place, and that we should make damn sure that Aeira won't make a similar mistake if we choose to drag her with us. The Evening Sky's dexterity was incredibly handy here, I'm feeling sympathy with the Inksky voters because smothering people with a blanket of stars is creepycool and badass and uncomfortably intimate.
Seralize hates us, which, you know, fair. I'd be pissed at her, too, but since we picked Apocryphal we did in fact bring it on ourselves, so in that sense everything that happened here was Hunger's fault. Now that's a heavy weight to bear, that thought definitely haunts him at night.
Age and treachery, the Tyrant had told him once. Against such forces as that, what was the vigor of youth? Merely the purposeless guttering of an over-bright flame.
By walking into her strike, controlling the angle, he'd directed the blow down the path of his existing wound, minimizing the damage. Still, the pain was intense even under the soporific numbness of the Evening Sky. She'd widened the cut broadly and managed to nick his intestines. Not a wound that would trouble him much, if he were at full strength. As it was...
Not only did he kill her, he managed to minimize the HP loss to himself while doing so. Hunger's powers were much lamer, and the hype was less, but I think this fight is only barely less awesome than the Vanreir one, there's a reason why I keep crowing about Age and Treachery. Awkward that that line came from the Tyrant, I had forgotten that, but I'll try to forget it again so I can keep using it with a clear conscience!
I'm currently exhibiting my youthful vigor by typing this, let's hope it comes to more than Seralize's against Grumpy Grandpa.
Letrizia screamed in pain, and his head snapped around to take in his companions.
Gisena had worn down the construct, which looked to be on its last legs, though she'd taken a nasty scrape from its claws. Verschlengorge was tottering, brought to one knee by the onslaught of bright blue energies hounding it.
Letrizia's opponent nodded to himself as he struck, his eyes steady and calculating, baiting her into an overhead swing before darting sideways to target the joints. Even the Armament's cockpit was exposed, smoke rising steadily from its insides. As he fought, the intruder spoke, an incessant stream of affirmational nonsense mixed with strange jargon.
"C'mon Ber, you've got this. Patterns are down solid. One last phase and it's payday. Just gotta do like you do, only it's real life. Done it a hundred times..."
Hunger's strikes seemed particularly effective against the construct, so it's a shame that Gisena ended up against it. She might have been speedblitzed against Seralize as well, but if Nullity cancelled it then the fight would have been easier if the enemies were swapped. A useless thought, it wasn't us who had the luxury of deciding who engaged who. We both won, anyway.
I feel bad about Letrizia getting hurt, and worse about Verschlengorge. He's already so run down.
There's absolutely no way that Ber should have been able to fight Verschlengorge a hundred times, even in a simulation. The implication that he did is terrifying. Even if "they" had information on its capabilities, it should've been on it's fully-operational form. And Letrizia's supposed to be a darn good pilot, she shouldn't be so predictable in such a crazy situation that she has patterns and phases that can be picked out long before the battle starts, to say nothing of how her behavior would change from a simulation where she didn't have allies! Especially with Rank-instincts, but he might have more at the moment. And Verschlengorge doesn't really have anything that could be called phases at all, unlike Hunger. This is even more ludicrous the more I think about it. We've all made the joke, but I honestly and non-jokingly don't think he's living in the same world that we are. I suspect that he's got weird divination powers that he interprets through the form of video-game practice - well, that's obvious, but I mean that there was no "simulation" made by anyone other than his subjective perception. Maybe that's too much of a conspiracy theory.
Thank goodness Hunger appears to be immune, and that we're leveling up so quickly, because this guy could be a pain to deal with.
The last invader spared a glance for them, and briefly paused in shock to see his companions scattered and lifeless. His body was not bare of wounds either; cuts and burns covered his skin, and his left shoulder was one enormous bruise, though compared to Verschlengorge he seemed able and hale. He leapt back, dodging a translucent wave from Gisena, scanning the three of them rapidly.
"Even Sera? She's allowed to die? Shitfuck. Should have known an Astral Lord would try to fuck me, no matter how shiny the prize." He mumbled to himself, sword raised in a guard position. "Assess."
Hunger frowned. It almost sounded like this guy had come from Earth, or a realm like it. Not that it mattered at this juncture. Gently extracting the now-dull steel of Seralize's longsword, he prepared to advance on the man. Warmth from the ring on his finger, sending power down his arm. Warmth from the wound as well, leaking strength down his side.
Idly he wondered if he could actually defeat this man. He was getting light-headed. Convincing Seralize had taken too much out of him.
Given Bearic's uncanny awareness of Letreizschlengorge's attack patterns, his garbage awareness of the rest of the battlefield is notable. This makes sense as a tradeoff for hyperfocus, but it might have to do with Hunger's immunity. Either way, for the rematch, the rest of the battlefield should do it's best to interfere with his primary target, see if he's so prescient then.
With how wounded he is, if Hunger wasn't exhausted we could have pushed this fight to the end, and there was an option to pursue that even so, so the only thing for it is to try not to get exhausted again. We've learned that lesson, at least a little. Bearic's patron is an Astral Lord, which is probably below a Sovereign (the strongest that can manifest), but interestingly Letrizia didn't seem to treat them as intelligent, let alone scheming. Astral beasts of all kinds always harass Verschlengorge, so it's nice that there's basically only one faction hunting us. Ignore the Empire, and the Temple, actually nevermind.
I vividly recall how everyone, especially Orm Embar, tore the shit out of Bearic for that "allowed to die" comment, so I won't retread that.
When reading the increasingly cool descriptions of Seralize's sword for this reaction, I had started to wonder why we didn't grab it, but if the magic left it then that explains it. It's as dead as she is, now. Nice line about the strength flowing out of Hunger into Hunger and out of Hunger, but the worst part about cool fights is how hard it is to do cool fights afterwards, and this was a cool fight indeed.
"Information not found..." the intruder whispered, eyes going wide. "System, what the fuck is this? Some kind of hidden boss bullshit?"
Evading another Tide of Nullity, their enemy shook his head. "Fuck it. Gotta bail, come back when I'm higher level. Hey, fuckwad!"
He pointed his sword at Hunger, its flat the cold, unending blue of a cloudless sky. "You're dead, okay? All of you. No one kills my... friends and lives to talk about it. See ya."
For the next in the line of things I'd like to criticize people for that Hunger also did, I first interpreted the "...friends" as insincerity, but it was clearly grief when Hunger did the same thing, so who knows. His death threat gets more points than Seralize's for not being hypocritcally dramatic, but loses a few for that goodbye. Who does he think he is, Gary Oak? Also, grinding to come back for revenge is a great tactic, but unortunately for Ber almost nobody is better at doing that than a progression Cursebearer. Especially if he's an idiot of a hidden boss who keeps getting into stupid, over-his-head fights. *sigh*
Blue sword that does bladewind, who let this guy grab the Sky-Splitting Blade? Does Suizhen know some neurotic gamer jacked her Dao?
So saying, he launched a torrential strike directly at Letrizia's cockpit, a sky-furrowing wave of blue that devoured the land as it traveled. Hunger and Gisena both moved to intercept, but even her focused Nullity only diminished the attack.
Panting in exhaustion, the invader gestured listlessly again. A portal of the same color quickly engulfed him.
Hunger hurled himself at the remnants of the attack, cloak fully spread, managing to divert it off-course, though his arm was seared very nearly to the bone. Gisena approached quickly, holding her bleeding arm.
"Check on Letrizia," he grunted, collapsing. "I'll be fine."
"On it!" Gisena said, running her fingers gently over his shoulder before sprinting for the Armament.
Letrizia was hurt, her left side marred by burns. Gisena carefully set her down on the grass and opened the medical kit. The young duchess whined, twisting away from her ministrations.
"I can stabilize her," Gisena began worriedly, "but she won't be in any fit state to travel. What do you think we should do?"
Ah, it's a cheap knockoff, the Sky-
furrowing Blade
.
Looking at the size of the collateral damage, I actually think his swordbeam is still stronger than ours, even if we can spam ours more. Our crater vs. Vanreir was a few yards long, not really "land-devouring." How embarrassing.
He zoops away, which is just fine by me, if he pressed the attack and wasn't scared by our bossness he probably would have won. As it is, we're exhausted again, injured more, and Gisena and Letrizia and Verschlengorge are wiped too. Nothing can solve this... except picks, yay! And resting, but we decided not to do that because we were lunatics even before we grabbed Uttermost.
[ ] Forebear's Blade - Echo of the Forebear - Cloud-shadow of the Forebear's might. Legendary strength and speed, and the resilience to exert them. Can be taken multiple times. [+Might, +Agility]
With the blood upgrades, Echospam is now a thing of the past. But it served us so well that we should've done it sooner, at this point we hadn't yet taken it. We're currently behind on Rank, but 2xEchoes might've been a good pick instead of Age and Treachery here.
[ ] Evening Sky - Opalescence - The soft light of evening before which all attacks falter. Improves defensive parameters. [+Protection]
This upgrade, however, is neither past nor present, there is no opalescent light in the Evening Sky, only the reverberation of salty screams. Dammit, if we ever get free from this temple and have all the picks we can hold, I'm grabbing this no matter how inefficient it is. It taunts us, it does.
[ ] Hunger - Ring of Blood - 2 Arete. Wielder fully recovers health with [Might's Repose], can use [Ring of Power] to restore health, though inefficiently.
Oh, hey, I don't think this one ever came up again. Not that it matters, we have the successor in Chief Dominion and it's the same but better, but it's cool to see old possibilities.
[ ] Evening Sky - Amaranth Star - 2 Arete. Swift fury of vengeance unshackled, and its unremitting resolve. Exhausted and Tired Conditions are 25% less severe. [+++Agility]
This pick was defining in our build for a while, and even if our Agi is currently lagging behind our Might it still appears to be the most important stat we have. The blurb is incredibly appropriate for Vengeance-driven hunger, and it definitely sounds like the kind of thing that'd give a +Willpower as well. I wonder if it unlocked the Second Stage upgrade that gave both that and Agi, but without Bloodwraith that would've been an awkward and ugly snarl, so maybe it's for the best that we passed that one up.
It also gives Exhausted resistance, so it's no surprise that we picked up with the trauma so fresh in our minds. This later became an implicit part of our Form of Rage strategy, at least for me. Exertion is less risky if you still have the energy to run away afterwards.
[ ] Hunger - Scent of Prey. A single drop of blood will set predators to swarming. When hunting a target, gain an instinctual sixth sense for its distance and bearing. Existing knowledge may yield superior accuracy. [2 picks]
This is an amazing upgrade that I'm glad that we never picked, because we've been so pressed for time by going to the temple that we needed
more picks rather than
better ones. It'll be a must have once we're searching for Huntress' Moon targets, although of course without Scent of Prey we can't easily find opponents who drop Scent of Prey. Beat up dogs until it happens, I guess.
Actually, even after talking up Bearic's divination nonsense I just realized that that's probably where this came from. I didn't questio the convenience.
[ ] Feat - Age and Treachery. Gain +.25 Rank. [2 picks]
RANK memes speak for themselves, and this did help us find prey even if it wasn't as suited for it as the last option. I'm glad we went with this, especially since we're going to fight someone who outranks us horribly as it is in a few hours.
[ ] Forebear's Blade - What Rains May Come. To strike at him would arouse his disdain. To strike at his loved ones, would arouse his ire. Once per month, transfer wounds caused by the hand of another from an ally to yourself. Reverse wound penalties, except from those inflicted by your own hand. [3 picks]
I totally forgot about this one! I was terrified about how this would incentivize cruising with heavy wounds and tip us over the edge of death, but of course we didn't know about even Second Stage at this point in time. The transferal of wound would be useful immediately for Letrizia, but even without Chief Dominion better healing options would certainly come up so that ability would soon be more useful for the buff.
I can't say whether it would've been better to grab this or not, it's so finicky that we'd have had to build our style around it. More form nonsense, less healing. Mm, I think I like the current Hunger better.
We just have to keep him alive with Arete!