TwistedJester
Tired Lurker King
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[X] Fine
[X] Maximal Greed
[X] Maximal Greed
I think the Voyaging Realm is traveling around the multiverse and assimilating any worlds it encounters.
A billion realms brought to heel and countless more razed to ash, systems of the world in kaleidoscopic arrangement and all bent to his will. Meaningless as escape may be, more futile still is dissent: an enemy is just a future subject, and though they may forget the face of their fathers, the Forebear's visage is burned indelibly into their spirits.
A martial stance of the Forebear. Forces natural and premeditated; forces unnatural and obscene - it matters not to the cause of the Forebear, whose march is steady and inevitable, carrying all before it. A billion realms brought to heel and countless more razed to ash, systems of the world in kaleidoscopic arrangement and all bent to his will. Meaningless as escape may be, more futile still is dissent: an enemy is just a future subject, and though they may forget the face of their fathers, the Forebear's visage is burned indelibly into their spirits.
Well, looks like I was too hasty.
[x]Unelemental
@BrainInAJar join in voting for Maximal Greed if you wish to do so.
Personally, it also reminded me of the Plenary Brand. That's pretty much what the Curse promised. And the Amarlt line possessed Procyon, the Plenary Armament.I realized there's some thematic overlap between the Forebear as described in World-Defeating stance and the Fates/Nameless/Presumably the Hidden Masters
Whose march is steady and inevitable, carrying all before it - Echoes of the Fates, the procession of ages Nameless brought to an end.
Systems of the World in Kaleidoscopic arrangement and all bent to his will - Nameless in the Ending of Even Further Beyond, presumably the Hidden Masters of the Isekai world Lord Hunger came from.
The last bit - All the Diagram Liches got killed by capital D dooms. The fates intended to bring Nameless to heel with a fated love between him and the heroine/Spring. (Edit: Also this is giving me echoes of an Exarch from Chronicles of Darkness).
Any of the four bears that made up the Forebear could have been men or women!By this point I can only assume that the Forebear had been a Combat-type Cursebearer, because taking the Plenary Brand (and maybe the Tyrant's Doom?) as a Progression-type and then proceeding to do all that is just too swole for any single man.
...though maybe the Forebear had been a woman? How 'bout that.
I think that the Forebear was a normal dude (or bear in the secret canon omake that Rihaku hides from us) but his Accretion power was supercharged and lived on even after his death. He had a stance when fighting mages (probably showing them middle finger during fight to distract their concentration) but in the legend it was Magic-Defeating stance.Whose march is steady and inevitable, carrying all before it - Echoes of the Fates, the procession of ages Nameless brought to an end.
Systems of the World in Kaleidoscopic arrangement and all bent to his will - Nameless in the Ending of Even Further Beyond, presumably the Hidden Masters of the Isekai world Lord Hunger came from.
The last bit - All the Diagram Liches got killed by capital D dooms. The fates intended to bring Nameless to heel with a fated love between him and the heroine/Spring. (Edit: Also this is giving me echoes of an Exarch from Chronicles of Darkness).
I think that the Forebear was a normal dude (or bear in the secret canon omake that Rihaku hides from us) but his Accretion power was supercharged and lived on even after his death. He had a stance when fighting mages (probably showing them middle finger during fight to distract their concentration) but in the legend it was Magic-Defeating stance. His blade was just a normal blade, but in the legend it was a tool of unfathomable destruction.
He managed to conquer several villages with fifty peasants each but in the legend he was a conqueror of countless worlds.
He managed to beat a guy in a debate, in the legend he was guile and witty that no social encounter could stand in his way.
Basically it is not what you are, it is what people think you are. Being honest is probably pointless, having reputation for honesty is usefull.
In the end we could become the Forebear as he/she/bear was in the legend, not the actual person.Maybe. I suppose that'd be a decent enough bait and switch if it turned out to be true.
I realized there's some thematic overlap between the Forebear as described in World-Defeating stance and the Fates/Nameless/Presumably the Hidden Masters
Considering what this update consisted of I'm not sure what is with the name. We didn't meet a legion or anything scarlet here. Perhaps it's a reference to Hunger's blood powers being used to grant magic? But then I still don't really understand Rihaku's naming scheme so I'm probably not quite getting it.
Of course even after all this Gisena is graceful. Truly, the Maiden is a curse as immense as those handed out by the Accursed. ...Wait a second... But damn this place is insanely impressive. I suppose there is a reason it's so damn expensive that 2 nights is worth most of the bounty for killing a Primary Rotspawn. Though even then that feels like a bit much. Primary rotspawn don't grow on trees!Burgeoning under the weight of all they'd consumed, the two of them stumbled and Gisena gracefully strode into their suite to recover from the feast. It was an elegant series of rooms, sparsely decorated yet opulent. Swooping calligraphies and handworks of glazed porcelain decorated the walls, while the doorknobs and countertops were carved from lucent jade; a single bonsai shedding cherry blossoms graced the entrance hall. The austere refinement of clean lines and floors contrasted with the plush extravagance gracing every surface liable to human touch. Their room looked out onto a small courtyard of textured stonework and peach trees, beneath which plunged the unspoiled slope of the mountain, its harrowing incline revealing the city beneath in all its glittering splendor. The windows were presently open, bare to the icy wind of the high mountain, but small runnels of Elixir water framed the room entire, their delicate steam warding off any imprecation of the cold.
Hunger is a weird guy indeed. But I suppose harvesting the fruit himself counts, even if it was just reaching out and grabbing it. I wonder what he would think of Pillars, given the place allows for opulence incarnate, but it all ultimately originates from him?Hunger reached out and grabbed a peach from a branch sagging under its fresh, ripe weight. It was delightful, the sun-bright sweetness of its flesh contrasting with the frost-dusted texture of its skin. This, nonsensically, was closer to eating a fish off one's own line. He smiled.
Ah, they understand you can't have a proper hotsprings episode if everyone isn't present to enjoy it. What a waste! Let me have your slot then!In a nonsensical show of solidarity, Gisena and Letrizia decided to delay their enjoyment of the public baths to the next night, stating they didn't want Hunger to be left out.
I suppose magic experiments are worth it. Maybe. If you squint a little. But I shouldn't complain, the group is still having fun and enjoying themselves, which was a lot of the point of the vacation to begin with. Even if we ended up failing at it a bit."We'll just enjoy the waters in the suite! Besides, there're magical experiments to be done!" Gisena stared at him through the distorting glass of one of Letrizia's vials.
Ah Hunger, a man after my own heart. It's such a massive expenditure of money to just... not go into the super-awesome hotsprings."What are we even paying for if you're not going to use the hot springs?" Hunger grumbled.
But Gisena does bring up a good point. It would be remiss to not stick together in all things. Especially relaxing! Relaxing must be done exactly right, you heretics! But seriously, in most quests I see more fights over how to relax than I do on battle tactics or build votes..."It'll be all for naught if we don't use them together," Gisena said dramatically, laying her hands against her chest. "And that would be the greatest loss of all. Why not enjoy the spring water in our room today? There's no point in you bathing as a ghost, so just think of it as an incentive not to get your physical form killed tomorrow!"
By all of your enemies lying broken before, and reality itself not daring to oppose you. With the Accursed clapping you on. I mean, dying isn't how you know you trained your hardest. Winning against everything despite everything is!"But then... how would I know I trained my hardest?" He raised his eyebrows.
He isn't joking. It's a problem. We really need to do... something about it before it gets him killed. More beach episodes, less Temple madness in the future. Please.Letrizia smacked him on the shoulder. "You joke now, but continue along this path and in a few months that's what you'll really believe!"
See what I mean? Damn it Hunger, we've been working on this! ...In probably the wrong direction, now that I think about it.
Ah Gisena, making even a mistake into an advantage. I am very glad you were picked, even if you aren't ideal in every situation."Moving on," Gisena said lightly, "Isn't this even better, sampling the full gamut of experiences? One night in the room, one in the baths."
Ah Letrizia, you aren't considering that the realm might try to stop you from extracting yourself! Then what will you do!? But more seriously if the voyaging realm is made for Cursebearers to grow then it probably isn't going to stop Hunger or anyone with him from leaving, regardless of its behavior in other circumstances. Because that is it's purpose. Probably."I want to try awakening my Element first!" Letrizia said. "If I'm a mage, will the Voyaging Realm still try to stop me from extracting you? There's surprisingly little literature on this."
Obviously she's going to make you handle it then try to claim all the credit for stopping it, Hunger. I'm not sure why this isn't obvious!"What are you going to do if it does try to stop you?" He looked around. "We're hardly prepared for an apocalypse."
...It actually isn't. At all. We probably can tell the Voyaging realm to fuck off in a few weeks. Maybe. If we keep taking insane risks, anyway. So lets make that a few months."My bodyguard will protect me!" Letrizia declared. "At the rate your strength is growing, that shouldn't be too unrealistic, right?"
Hunger, you would bankrupt the entire universe with those rates. So no, they can't. But are you really going to abandon Letrizia anyway? Or are you just going to decide the Empire owes you itself and take it over?
Good attitude! Yeah, it must really rankle Letrizia to have to be so crippled compared to what she is used to. Armaments are usually the stuff of legends and here she is being protected by two random people she ran into when she was in trouble."That's hardly my problem!" She turned up her nose. "Though, I am hoping to have Verschlengorge repaired before then. Maybe we can find a magus capable of doing it, or we can just incrementally heal him up with your Ring. It's been strange to be the one protected these past weeks. I've been dying to show you guys what we can really do!"
Huh, I never really thought about that. I hope you didn't park him on city hall or something Letrizia!
Yeah, an armament isn't worth sending against a bunch of people that simply left your jurisdiction. Not worth it at all. But if said group happens to be making off with armaments, even heavily damaged ones... That is something they can not abide by, even if they intended for the pilot to die."The separatists are looking after him. Don't worry, they know better than to call down the wrath of the Empire. In normal cases the greater Empire doesn't really have the Armaments to spare for small rebellions like this one, but that clemency would swiftly cease if they were brazen enough to steal actual Armaments!"
I suppose Gisena is very good at noticing things like that. Shame they are terrified of her, though. They should be saving all that fear for us!"It's all right, they're appropriately terrified of her station," Gisena assured him. "The privilege of nobility!"
Ah, we finally get to the interesting part! Magic! Blood! Blood magic!He rolled his eyes. "Onwards then. Let me have a look at that blood."
See, Letrizia agrees with me!"Magic~ magic~" Letrizia clapped her hands happily. Gisena put on a brave smile, but there was just the barest flicker of emotion in her eyes, bitter perhaps at the thought that, though there hardly was a more talented Sorceress, her powers would only ever allow her to unmake what was wondrous, drag down the supernal into the grey mundane. So brief he could have imagined it. Hunger said nothing.
Interesting. But then again we do cheat, and apparently the water can unlock magic in people spontaneously, which means we really just need to make sure that process actually happens rather than sputtering like it does on others, and also rather than anything more esoteric or complicated to perform.The process of unlocking 'High Elementalism,' Gisena theorized, ought be shockingly trivial for someone with access to the Ring of Blood. He merely had to heighten a few obscure properties of the target's blood, and then when exposed to a sufficient quantity of apex-grade Elixir Water they would naturally awaken to their Element.
Not without the Voyaging realm forcing the issue, anyway. Which it probably does sometimes, but this doesn't seem like one of those times. This almost feels like a magic system designed for cursebearers like us to grab as we wander by, given the lax requirements, ease of obtaining it, and the ability to use it reasonably basically right out of the gate.He supposed any magical system with steep and obscure requirements would not have arisen organically in an otherwise mundane society of settlers. As far as Gisena'd seen, The waters of the spring were both temporary and wholly unique. Perhaps the settlers had merely gotten stupendously lucky, or some agent had not caused them to stumble upon the springs.
Geronimo!
Interesting that this is complex work, when all it is is sufficing her essence with the magic contained in the water. And good to know the ring can distinguish between aiding and harming an ally, and can avoid doing one even if used poorly.He placed a hand on Letrizia's head, focusing intently. The Ring of Blood responded to his intentions and would never accidentally harm an ally, but this was complex work still, operating on a number of esoteric sanguine qualities that only existed in trace amounts under standard conditions.
You know, you probably don't need to be that still, Letrizia. Relax a little.Letrizia blushed, but stood stock still, the very picture of stoic determination.
Good this doesn't take that much focus from Hunger, though. Probably hard to maintain for the length of time needed if it did."Okay, that should do it." He raised his hand. "I'm maintaining the enhancement now. Go."
Charge! Have fun guys!Gisena and Letrizia quickly ran into the master bathroom, and he heard the low crash of onrushing waters as Gisena turned all the high-powered faucets of the bath to full blast. A (presumably) torrential blast of water struck Letrizia.
Yes! In fact, it isn't enough! More! Bury her!"Is this really necessary?" Letrizia yelped. She gave a brief shriek of embarrassment. "Miss Gisena!!"
Indeed, Gisena isn't complaining! Increase your willpower Letrizia! You want magic then you must suffer for it!"Hm? My dress is wet too, and I'm not even getting new magics out of this!"
But... that isn't your school uniform. In fact, who did you steal that from? Are they going to miss it? What if it was their last spare you monster!?
Good point Gisena. I suppose Letrizia is a little traitor to the crown herself!
Hopefully this isn't all for nothing!
Ooh, that good. Probably a bit expensive, though. Letrizia isn't going to be happy about sitting these that long, or about having to wait for her magic to come in!Gisena's head popped out. "Yup, it's working perfectly! A little too well, actually. She's absorbing all the magic in the waters, so we'll have to maintain a constant flow. This should be ultimately be a good thing. The more magic she absorbs, the stronger the elemental catalysis reaction, and the more impressive her eventual Element will be! It may take a few hours. Will you have any trouble keeping her blood enhanced for the duration?"
It's worth it! It's a small sacrifice for magic, Letrizia! Hold strong! You want it more than anything!"A few hours?!" Letrizia screamed. "I don't wanna get all pruney! Eewww..."
Good that Hunger noticed that before it turned into a Tyrant incident. That would have been awkward, particularly as we paid for a second day here.He frowned. "The blood augmentation shouldn't be a problem. And considering how much we paid, water use really shouldn't be an issue, but they might inquire and object. That would be my primary concern."
Yep, Hunger at least knows to be cautious of it. Probably more than we do, really.If they did, it might activate the Tyrant's Doom, leaving him no choice but to defy them.
Desk staff probably get bribed all the time, now that I think about it. Well, good thing we didn't have any other reason to need the money.Gisena shrugged, stepping out. Gently she gathered her damp hair and squeezed it out onto a towel. "It's for a good cause. Well, we still have some money, right? Maybe I'll step outside and bribe the desk staff, ensure their high-ups never get a good look at this particular oversight? It would be a shame if they tried to impose some meaningless rules on us and you were forced to kill them all!"
Bad Hunger! Bad!"I wouldn't have to kill them," he grunted. "I'd just refuse to stop using their water, which might escalate into the use of force, which might force me to kill them all. But that would be on them."
Thankfully Hunger is perfectly reasonable. As long as you reimburse him. A lot."So, you're not going to let me steal your money?" Gisena pouted.
If anything it increases it Hunger! She's spending your money for you! That privilege demands a price!"If the Sovereignty's currency is so important to you," he said magnanimously, "then you may have it, no need for false pretenses. Don't think this erases your earlier debt, however."
Good, nice and easy. Thought with Gisena's Charisma that seems to have been a foregone conclusion."I would never dream of it!" Gisena happily took the money and returned a few minutes later, having secured the cooperation of the desk staff.
Slowwwwww.
lol, poor Letrizia. Don't worry, your suffering will have been worth it!Letrizia emerged, body swaddled in a pink terrycloth robe. "Guhh... I'm completely shriveled and I don't feel any more magical at all."
Neat. This magic seems interesting, at least, if only in how it is gained."Give it a night, dear." Gisena examined her curiously, eyes green and bright. "The Element is definitely percolating. It has yet to take form!"
You say this like you have a choice Letrizia! Now sleep on it!Letrizia yawned, swaying slightly. "Okay, Miss Gisena. I'll... give it a shot..."
Obviously. But Hunger is never going to admit to that.Gisena caught her and shot Hunger a smile. "Looking forward to doing this yourself tomorrow?"
That is an interesting question, but the answer is a bit less exciting."What about you? Is Sorcery is the only path for one of the Maiden's followers?"
For Gisena's power is nullity, and only nullity. It is always nullity. She is not freed so easily from that. Not yet.She shook her head. "I already know which Element this process would give me. Sad to say it would be totally redundant! Perhaps the Maidengrace is too prescient, or simply too powerful to countermand..."
Sounds like a plan and a good deal to me. Now how can we arrange this..."Perhaps I'll forge you an artifact that does something novel. Save us from death another nine times and we'll call it square."
Silly Gisena. You mean in 5 minutes"Only nine?" Gisena giggled. "So I can expect something tomorrow?"
Indeed!"How conceited... after we're safely finished with the Temple, maybe. But you'll have to work extra hard to earn it."
Good response Gisena, good to know you agree with me.
That's good at least. One more day gone, and power gained from it yet again. Progression cursebearers are scary.They retired to their chambers for the night. As usual, Hunger fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. He was awoken the next day by Letrizia.
Well, Letrizia is happy. Very happy. Perhaps a bit too happy. We may have miscalculated.
I am suddenly very glad we did not get the curse of slumber."...Ugh." He blinked open his eyes. It had definitely not been nine hours.
...Get me a newspaper I need to bop her for that one.
Wow, that's smart. Exploiting the absolute advantage in stats so that buffing us both only makes things worse for Aobaru. After all, Edeldross works on the basis of what is already there, and the stronger one is, the better the effect. I wonder how risky doing the same with Avecarn would be?
Maybe. I suppose that'd be a decent enough bait and switch if it turned out to be true.
By this point I can only assume that the Forebear had been a Combat-type Cursebearer, because taking the Plenary Brand (and maybe the Tyrant's Doom?) as a Progression-type and then proceeding to do all that is just too swole for any single man.
...though maybe the Forebear had been a woman? How 'bout that.
I was waffling on what I wanted to vote for this run, but...
[x]Unelemental
Ya gotta respect the 8k word Reaction Post. Which I have to now go read.
...If our Arete gets high enough, would it be possible to get Crimson Flare and a stance? I don't think we're at that point, but with the Arete generation bonus and snowballing it might be possible, I don't know how the snowballing is calculated.
Alright boys, girls, and enbies, I thought I was had gone Beyond but Unelemental has inspired me to go Further Beyond myself, so now I'm writing a simple reaction in the time we have left. This quest shares a title with the last Cursebearer quest starring Seram. Title analysis of the florid, poetic chapter posts is incredibly entertaining, so the simplicity Rihaku prefers in his overall titles makes me tilt my head. "Unnamed Quest" doesn't even have a Nameless protagonist. is it perfectionism, or is the contrast intentional?
Hey, the first line is acknowledging the thing I just said, seeing all this cleverness is the best part of writing reactions. The second best, actually, the best part is the Arete. Isekai happens - I wonder if there's any significance to the boy becoming a man before a hero, if he was going hard from the start, is this just a turn of phrase or is it referencing a particular epiphany? It will never be, but destiny probably would have given the Hero more time to breathe than the Tyrant, and its intentions don't matter against its master.Every story spoken has been spoken before.
The boy from Earth stumbles into another realm. A world of wonder and magic, suffering beneath the Tyrant's cruel yoke. The boy becomes a man, the man becomes a hero, the hero defeats the Tyrant, and all live happily ever after. So destiny has decreed.
But the Tyrant is not so easily overcome.
It's clear that the Hero/Overlord dichotomy is a huge part of the Rihakuverse. Nameless could also have been said to be aware of and, eventually, greater than destiny, but as much as he liked the Truth I don't think he was so fussed with causality. This Tyrant might also have Just Shot the Fates, but he doesn't have quite the powerlevel. And on the lower end of High Rank, it wouldn't be enough to be a destiny unto himself for the entire world; he probably had a specific effect that is to Fate what the Ring is to Blood.He is wise to destiny's tricks, greater than destiny's stewards. He sets the world spinning to the direction of a new master. Destiny falters; only causality remains. And mere causality does not suffice a hero from coddled Earth to stand against the Tyrant.
The hero fails, time and again. The people of the world suffer for his impudence. He loses an arm, an eye, half a lung, all the natural vigor of his youth. The companions with which he journeyed become a procession of the dead. His quest, prophesied as the dalliance of a season, becomes a grim slog of years.
There is no certainty of victory; barely any chance of it. But the hero's heart is full of hate, and it is much too late to stop.
I'd forgotten that Hunger's Age and Treachery was as intentionally cultivated as this implies; his brutality was there even before we slurped 4bear juice, then. As far as forbidden arts go, Abduction doesn't seem that terrible even with the slurping. As terrible as the Tyrant was, you'd think that those nameless mentors would've given him more slack on the "forbidden" label. If they knew something to make the cost more terrible than it appears, we might have more trouble in the future from ghosts than expected.He learns from his enemy. Mirrors the monster's unmerciful cunning, turns to those forbidden arts his long-dead mentors warned him against. Finds in them, at last, an arena in which his talent exceeds his adversary's.
Years more of preparation, to realize the power that talent portends. Time bought dearly with the blood of his allies, a patchwork insurgency of the desperate and condemned. In sparse moments, the hero and his surviving companions carve out a life for themselves, stealing what joy they can. The long, bitter path of his journey trudges towards culmination.
One final sally against the Tyrant. As before, their powers are unevenly matched. But for the first time, that imbalance is in the hero's favor.
There is no victory in Strength, Age was the greater and Hunger and Catherine's Treachery greatest of all. Except for those elder unseen. And then the Accursed. Shut up, brain, accuracy isn't important, I was trying to write cool lines.And yet even that is not enough. The gap in power does not suffice to overcome the gulf of skill still between them. There is no more time. There are no more chances.
The killing stroke descends. The hero's final companion throws herself into its path. The hero becomes a widower.
In the Tyrant's implacable guard, a momentary opening appears.
Burning selfhood like tallow, the widower mounts one final onslaught. In his eyes there is no more victory, no dreams more of failure or success. Only the enemy which must be destroyed, no matter the cost.
The widower prevails. The Tyrant is no more. The peoples of the world celebrate their liberation. Joy and adulation rain upon their silent champion, who stares ahead unblinking.
Eleven years, not ten. I had been rounding.After the parade the widower buries his wife and their unborn child. It is eleven years to the day since he arrived in this world.
Crippled by the effulgence of that final strike, the widower is a pale shadow of his prior self. But in the eyes of the people, he is still the hero that was; their protector, their shining knight, their salvation, howsoever delayed though it may have been. And, with the passing of seasons, a glimmer of hope arises in the hero's heart. That, though the cost was ruinous, more than he could bear, there was good in the world still waiting to be fostered.
Freedom, Justice, Truth. In time, democracy. A society with the power and wherewithal to be organized around its highest ideals, rather than brute necessity. It is what they would have wanted - and if he no longer wields a hero's strength, still he has a hero's influence.
Sadly, "better" would only be for most people, the ones not currently in power. I wouldn't dare say this in Hunger's hearing, but one of course has to have skepticism for a modern high-schooler's uplift education, even after a decade has passed. I'm fairly sure he was at least 90% in the right here, but the nobility might have had part of a point and not been entirely self-serving.But the world did not sit idly while he mourned. The kings and dukes who fought aside the hero have filled the vacuum of power left by the Tyrant. And they are content with the system at hand. Theirs is a society of nearly faultless structure, stably and evenly arranged. Their yoke is light, the people are fed. Is that not justice? There is no place here for the instruments of modernity, much less its frivolous ideals.
The hero is not dissuaded. Too many have died for him to surrender this dream. In that resolve the nobility see the beginnings of a Tyrant by a different name. They act. Treachery achieves what all the overlord's power could not: the hero undone at last. Discarded by those who had no more use for him.
Shit, I literally just wrote "stories don't end" without realizing I was subconsciously plagiarizing from the Accursed's assertion of the opposite. I'll plead the Accursed clause, "except in case of Accursed" is always assumed. He's also the heartbeat of everything, which maybe explains why blue is truth, 's his favorite.In the hero's final moments, despair and hate raging equally across his heart, comes a being with the form of a man, offering vengeance in the form of a bargain.
The being is power beyond measure, beyond the hero's wildest reckonings, the solemn steady heartbeat of all creation, the sword by which all stories would end.
"Are you the-"
The man cuts him off with an upraised hand. "No, I'm not the Devil, nor am I associated with any that claim to be him. There will be no souls, no contracts, no signing in blood. My offer is that of a simple transaction. I am bound by countless Curses, leaving me greatly diminished, a thin figment of what I once was. Take up a portion of my burdens, and in exchange receive a fraction of my power."
There was only ever one real option for Hunger. Uttermost, no matter the cost, etc. That's just retroactive, though, at the time the vote was pretty close. Fluffy family life with Catherine and kid and maybe also the rest of his friends was possible, but the hidden ones would never get punched in the face and Hunger would always be asking in the back of his mind when everything would come undone. It's heavy.Power enough to escape this world, or remake it. This he understands without speaking. Even knowing this, he can not help but dislike the being. If this Accursed one had deigned to act sooner, could his wife and son have been saved?
But it had not, and mere dislike means nothing.
What else is there to say?
"I accept."
Mournfully the being closes its eyes. "So be it."
"If you wish only to survive," it continued, "I will grant you a modest portion of my burdens, and power enough to be free of this realm and its shackles. But if you seek vengeance against the powers truly responsible for your suffering here, then you must take on a far more onerous burden. In exchange, you will receive the power of unbounded progression, growth without limit or surcease."
Quoting this bit outside of the spoiler because it seems relevant to the current situation. Hunger's again trying to reform a society, a stable and well-fed one, and it didn't go so well last time. Not sure what lesson to take from it, though, other than either lowered expectations or obliteration of the dominant class. The yoke might not be so light if Selune's any indication, so there's a potential faultline. And pay attention more to what people want than your own ideals - I would say, but Uttermost is about the opposite, so just do your best, Hunger.But the world did not sit idly while he mourned. The kings and dukes who fought aside the hero have filled the vacuum of power left by the Tyrant. And they are content with the system at hand. Theirs is a society of nearly faultless structure, stably and evenly arranged. Their yoke is light, the people are fed. Is that not justice? There is no place here for the instruments of modernity, much less its frivolous ideals.
The hero is not dissuaded. Too many have died for him to surrender this dream. In that resolve the nobility see the beginnings of a Tyrant by a different name. They act. Treachery achieves what all the overlord's power could not: the hero undone at last. Discarded by those who had no more use for him.
If your Arete gets high enough, sure. But which one would you guys actually take?
Well, for this fight does it matter very much? Both Guile and Hero seem like they increase our odds significantly, and when paired with Crimson it should basically guarentee victory.If your Arete gets high enough, sure. But which one would you guys actually take