A Wind Full of Knives analysis (805 Words)
"Fine," Hunger said, after a moment's thought. "If you've thought through the logistical implications, you can come with us, though we won't provide any guarantee of safety. This path is dangerous and will only grow more so."
Given the tendencies of the playerbase this is quite the understatement... Though I still hold some vain hope that the Temple taught the playerbase something and that the next time Rihaku offers us an option that scream "It's a trap!" loud enough to shatter continents the playerbase will know better than picking it. But any less loud than that? Like moth to the flame...
He would trust Letrizia's judgement on this matter, at least for now. The young duchess was in many ways naive. It was sometimes hard to remember that she was a veteran warrior entrusted with her nation's greatest superweapon. He believed she had the wherewithal to consider matters objectively when truly serious decisions, like this, came about.
It's good to see Hunger trusting other human beings. And, yeah, Letrizia might nineteen but she still has an incredible amount of life experience, due to her circumstances.
"Thank you so much!" Aeira bowed again, even more deeply than before. "Yes, I have set up an account for an escrow company into which you can deposit funds now and remotely. The money will be released to my family on a time-delayed basis, assuming you intend to pay upfront with cash, and returned to you if my service is not satisfactory. One of my classmates has an Element that allows for limited-throughout communication across the Voyaging Realm. It's not totally reliable, but we should be able to get signal at least one day in ten. That will also enable me to slowly navigate back to the Sovereignty if we must part ways. I can bunk with Letrizia and will bring my own supplies in terms of food and toiletries."
Aeira is incredibly professional for her age, setting up an account with an escrow company, really? I really don't regret us going for her.
"You're prepared, that's good. We'll finally have someone responsible on the team." Hunger smiled lightly.
"That means she'll have to rein us in, hun!" Gisena grabbed his arm playfully. "How shocking! Now what will we do for fun?"
Yes, do please rein us in. We really need someone who can dissuade Hunger from the hair-brained schemes the voterbase put into his head... Why did everybody in our group just agree, when we decided to go visit the deathtrap that is the Temple, again?
"Training," he deadpanned. "Speaking of which, Aeira, would you care for a spar? If I win, you'll give us a 10% discount, and if I lose, we'll double your pay."
Aeira made a startled noise and raised her hands. "I-I am sorry, but I do not think I can accept those terms. Even though you are being unconscionably generous, my family needs this money and I cannot accept anything less than the asking price."
This is a wise choice Aeira. This might seems like good odds but, in practice, this would just mean us paying her 10% less.
"Hm." Hunger frowned slightly. "I hate to pry, but may I ask what your family is using the money for? If there are any points of leverage against you, we need to be informed in advance. We're trusting you to watch our backs against foes that are very capable and resourceful, often with varied supernatural capabilities."
Letrizia bit her lip. "Shoot. I hadn't considered that..."
That's a good point but, on the other hand, how would anyone knows about any such leverage points? Unless they have some kind of divination ability, I suppose...
Aeira smiled gently at her. "It is fine. Yes, my family is greatly in debt to government of the Elixir Sovereignty... we used to be on the founding council, but my grandmother and grandfather made several critical errors in business, wiping out our fortune and exposing us to our rivals. The back taxes alone have been crippling... All my life, my mother and father worked tirelessly to extricate us from debt, but their political enemies ensured they would never hold high station. However, I do not believe that such petty affairs in so remote a society as ours would hold much interest for your enemies."
That would explain why she cares so much about money, a mystery that many have brought up when we first obtained information about her. And yeah, as I said, it's pretty unlikely that any of our enemies would ever learn about these facts unless they have some kind of divination ability.
"I see." There were a few ways such a vulnerability could come to bite them down the line, but it seemed unlikely for now. Something to keep an eye on, but it wasn't disqualifying. The main issue would be... "Your friend, who allows you to communicate across the Voyaging Realm, how does her Element operate? Do you trust this person?"
Also a good point. If you're going to go far way from home with only one point of contact, make sure you can trust that point of contact.
"Yes, absolutely." She nodded. "Her Element manifests only partially in the physical realm. The other half is bound not by space, but by emotional association. Only if we trust each other mutually and implicitly would the function work correctly."
"And she is diligent enough to keep you regularly updated on matters here?"
Aeira nodded again.
That's incredibly convenient. If I couldn't trust her her power wouldn't work to connect us is difficult to beat when it comes to insuring than you can trust someone.
"In that case, welcome aboard." He reached out a hand for her to shake. Hesitantly, Aeira extended her own, pausing in the midst to remove her fingerless gloves. Her grip was firm but rigid, palms sweaty. Anxious beneath the mask.
Seems that, despite her excellent level of professionalism, she's still a nervous teenager at heart...
"I know it may not seem like much to you," Aeira said, smiling timidly. "But this is truly a small fortune for my family. It will make our interest payments much more bearable. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you again!"
"Don't thank me. Just carry your weight," Hunger admonished gruffly, but returned her smile with one of his own.
Yeah, don't thank him yet Aeira, not before you've seen how much danger is involved... And, really, for all that you value this money a lot, Hunger is getting the better of this exchange. That value is completely useless to Hunger and you're going to get thrown into so much danger...
"You did it! I'm so proud of you!" Letrizia leapt over and grabbed Aeira in a hug.
"Mhm!" Aeira nodded happily.
I wonder how they got to connect so much in only a day? They're acting like best friends despite barely knowing one another...
They set out on their journey to the Temple once more. This time Verschlengorge was blanketed in a cloak of silken shadow which, if one were not looking specifically for him, diminished the salience of his presence in one's mind. It was an odd effect, the colossal machine seeming almost to fade into the background... not invisible nor inaudible, but unimportant, like a cliff or hillside, the clangor of his movements like construction noises far away.
This was the power of Aeira's Element, Shadowcord, which could be garrote or spear or binding weave; an assassin's Element which, aside from its attention-negating properties, also enhanced the agility of its wielder and nulled all sound by touch. Killer and victim would conclude their business in absolute silence, unnoticed even in busy crowds.
Such a powerful element! I'm kind of sad we didn't get to integrate it to our Evening Sky. I mean, not taking it back then does allow us to get an EFB right now, so normally I would say I have no regret, but if we end up going for Flare, the option less safe than just spending 14 Arete on Stances, and dying as a result, I will regret absolutely everything and drown in an unhealthy mixture of those regrets and pure concentrated salt. Please don't let this happen.
Gisena welcomed their newest party member warmly, though Aeira seemed powerfully intimidated by the superhuman Sorceress, unable to raise her voice above a whisper when addressing Gisena directly. Most of the time, Aeira stayed with Letrizia in her cockpit, the two teenagers chatting happily about Imperial society and the differences in its Elixir offshoot.
Yeah, Gisena is pretty intimidating, particularly post Sublime and is possibly about to become a lot more... And more improbable friendship between the two teenagers from the group. Seriously, what actually happened during that day of "infiltration" for them to become such close friends?
"That poor darling," Gisena smiled sadly, sitting alongside Hunger on Verschlengorge's shoulder. With the aid of Aeira's shadow, the number of Astral incursions targeting Verschlengorge had indeed decreased, though oddly not to zero. Thus there was no pressing need for comprehensive surveillance from its shoulder-side staff.
That's not really an upside, though... We can't get picks from monsters we don't fight! Though, would they even still give us picks at this point?
"She looks up to you," Hunger said, "She just can't express it very well."
"I know," Gisena replied airily, "But if it's that bad now, just think how tongue-tied she'll be after I finish my meditations! And your own force of presence has been steadily increasing as well. Soon it'll be difficult for either of us to speak plainly with ordinary people."
That could end up being an incredible understatement if we go for Renaissance! And don't worry, Hunger already have trouble talking plainly with ordinary people, given the Doom of the Tyrant...
"Needs must," Hunger said. "The Apocryphal Curse will not stop escalating, so neither can we." This small sliver of inhumanity was a trifling price in the face of vengeance, though it did unsettle him slightly. But what was to be done about it? He frowned. Perhaps there was something to be done.
You're a Progression-type Cursebearer, there is always something to be done! There is no capability beyond your reach to obtain, in time, as long as you survive. Of course this is only if you survive...
"Though," he continued, "as the Nullity Sorceress, one would think you would be most equipped of anyone to bring us back down to earth."
Yeah, it certainly shouldn't be beyond the power of Nullity to temporarily turn off superhuman appearance.
"And surrender this beautiful visage?" Gisena gasped. "I would never do that to you. Worry not, my captain, I could hardly bear to deprive you for even a moment! The teeming masses shall just have to withstand it."
Was she referring to the reduction of her presence, or his own? Down either path lay a trap, and if called out directly she would feign obliviousness, thus framing his observation as paranoia. Hunger shook his head amusedly.
It's kind of hilarious how seriously Hunger seems to take those banters contest with Gisena. The fear that we'll be surpassed in this domain by Gisena is even infecting the playerbase! Those aren't fights with our life on the line, it's okay to lose! The fight against Avecarn, on the other hand, is a fight where our life is on the line...
"You're too clever for your own good, Gisena. What if you applied that genius to actually finishing those meditations of yours?"
She idly kicked a slender leg, leaning against his shoulder. "I can't, Aeira took the spot in the cockpit I was using to meditate! Don't worry, I'll be finished up and completely evolved by tomorrow morning, ready to help you take down the Temple. So enjoy my delightful presence while you can!"
Well... If you do manage the best result on your sorcerous evolution, your presence is about to become a hell of a lot more delightful! Seriously, for all that I would prefer ADS, Renaissance certainly wouldn't be a bad outcome.
"Good. You can keep watch while I take a nap."
It's good to have these occasional remainders of Might's Repose existence. It feels like such an unimportant and unconnected to anything else part of Hunger's power set at this point...
Already they could see the Temple at far remove: the towering spires of its moon-clutching claw, the ivory swell of its dome against the wavering blue horizon. As before, they would have to navigate around to reach the front gate, a trip of several hours more. Hunger leaned back, settling in for the final leg of their journey.
Hopefully, it doesn't actually end up being the final leg of your personal journey Lord Hunger...
Soon, he promised mentally, addressing the imprisoned Ring, willing his own to act as conduit. He did not know if the Rings could actually speak to one another, did not know if it was merely a futile gesture, but sought to offer whatever hope he could: the strength, perhaps, to resist for one day more, to deny its exploiters whatever power it could, here in this final hour. One way or another, your suffering ends soon.
Unless we die, of course...