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Even Further Beyond [Complete]
- Thread starter Rihaku
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It is rather limited in how many times he can recover like that in quick succession and it doesn't seem to be able to heal him as quickly later on when his body and soul gets more powerful. Even at the startit seemed somewhat slower than our amulet option if I recall correctly, so even further beyond might be too much.
RedV
Refuelling
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The only Even Further Beyond chance I see in ISSTH is him finding the Ghost's Ancient Lamp to help him with Immortal Ascension, and maybe League of Demon Sealers.
Perfect Foundation should be rough equivalent to Beyond point/stage.
Aside from that, Further Beyond chances seem to be Ressurection Lily and Eternal Foundation.
If Beyond points qualify for forming social connections, catching the attention of Shui Dongliu/Patriarch Nine Seals and Ke Jiusi is also something deserving of attention.
Eternal isn't the peak for Immortals, merely in the Mountain and Sea Realm. This was mentioned when Meng Hao's clone was cultivating from nothing in the Vast Expanse to perfect the Ninth Hex.
Perfect Foundation should be rough equivalent to Beyond point/stage.
Aside from that, Further Beyond chances seem to be Ressurection Lily and Eternal Foundation.
If Beyond points qualify for forming social connections, catching the attention of Shui Dongliu/Patriarch Nine Seals and Ke Jiusi is also something deserving of attention.
Eternal isn't the peak for Immortals, merely in the Mountain and Sea Realm. This was mentioned when Meng Hao's clone was cultivating from nothing in the Vast Expanse to perfect the Ninth Hex.
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Wind and Water
Rihaku
The Internet
Wind and Water
On the day of his departure, rain fell. The Nameless scion - now half-lich - stood at the opening to their family compound, at the very edge of the gated canopy. Water sluiced and dripped mightily behind him, channeled by the angle of the room into a curtain that formed his backdrop. Across from him stood his father and mother; the former unnaturally subdued, the latter naturally so.
"Kid," his dad said, "Let's walk you outside."
"I'll get wet!" Nameless complained, but his father laid a firm hand on his back and pushed the entire party out into the open. Above, lightning flashed through the thunderheads. The heavens growled, deep and low like some ancestral behemoth come to eavesdrop on the proceedings.
"Alright kid," Yong Liefang reached down to give his son a hug. "I hear Southern Vane's real nice this time of year. Don't come back without at least ten young ladies vying for your hand. Here's something to help ya with that."
A rather large white box of waxen texture was pressed into his hand. Nameless raised an eyebrow. Rare cultivation materials? "Is this-"
"That's right," Liefang confirmed, deathly serious. "That's five kilos of one hundred percent pure Kong-refined Spirit Cocaine, harvested from the forests of the Abattoir Beast. Since you're immortal now, might as well enjoy the finer things in life!"
"T-thanks dad." Nameless said, slightly dumbfounded as he slid the package into his bag. "I will. Enjoy it, I mean."
"See," Liefang coughed, then cleared his throat, blinking slightly more rapidly than usual, "See that you do, kid. See that you do."
He clapped him on the shoulder.
"You're... actually crying," Nameless observed, slightly bewildered.
"Kid. It's raining."
"You made it rain."
"Heh. I... do that quite frequently," Liefang mused. "Oh, don't look at me like that, honey. You're always number one in my heart! For now."
His mother blew Liefang off, crouching down to eye level with her son. Yong Zhengyi was of slight build, a slender woman of almost birdlike delicacy, but her eyes had always reflected an icy self-discipline. Only now, at the last, did that veneer begin to waver.
"Was... I a bad mother?" She asked haltingly.
"Mom..." He hesitated. The words had always come easily to him in this life; long training had made certain of that. But nothing he came up with felt adequate to the the task.
Long seconds passed before he marshaled himself. "Mom. You were always watching over me. When I was first learning to walk, you were there to catch me every time I fell. When I angered a cobra in the gardens, you were there to murder it. Because of you, I always felt safe... so please don't ever think of yourself as bad."
Zhengyi clutched him tightly in a hug, a muted sob escaping her throat. "My baby boy... my precious little boy..." Her voice was lilting and melancholy, almost musical.
It struck him, then, how strange it was that he'd almost never heard it before. For centuries Zhengyi had trained to be the perfect assassin. She'd applied herself vigorously to motherhood, utilizing the only skillset she had. Accustomed to taking life, she had haltingly, but sincerely, devoted herself to the task of nurturing it. A silent protector.
"M-mom..." He said, "I, I'm sorry I read so many books. I should have played with you, when I was small..."
"No," she shook her head. "My child, you are fated for greatness. We could see that from the moment you were born. Your mind is so quick, sharp as a blade. Just like your Father. I... know you must face your destiny alone. But if you die..."
Her hand convulsed on his shoulder, joints turning white, but so perfectly controlled that he felt nothing at all. " ...Mother will avenge you. No matter who. No matter what. No matter when."
"Thanks, mom," He sniffled, rubbing at his nose.
"This," She pressed a jade pendant, white-violet, into his hand. "Was given to Mother after her second century of service to White Orchid Sect. Present it to them, and they will perform any task you require. But, they are only good at killing."
Her fingers tightened again, though her grip felt as gentle as ever. "Please, visit when you can. There will always be a place here for you."
"Thank you. Thank you both, for everything!" He managed, stepping back. The nameless boy took a shuddering breath in. If he didn't finish this quickly, he would soon have second thoughts. The world demands even this as price... Make it so. Do not stay the knife.
He bowed low, low, all the way down to the muddy earth. "Mother, Father. Your son is departing now. Please pray for my good fortune to the ancestors. G-Goodbye."
His father wrapped an arm around his mother and gave a jaunty wave. "See ya, kid. Don't worry about us, we'll be fine. By the time you're back, we'll have already made a replacement. We'll even give her a name!"
His parents turned and walked inside, Liefang waving still.
The Nameless scion took one last look over his clan compound, the home of his second childhood. Why did it feel so much more vivid, why did separation hurt so much more, than his first childhood? Perhaps it was simply that he better understood what was being lost.
"Goodbye," he said again, and turned, and did not look back.
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On a pale dirt road overlooking an overgrown canyon, an ovoid spark of blue manifested, swiftly expanding to the height of a man. A young teen stepped through, his features noble, elegantly balanced and clean. It was clear that his blood was that of the classical Yong, perhaps even direct descendant of the Titan of Earth himself. Of average stature and slender build, the teen's movements belied an agile strength. With his fine garments, master-crafted rucksack and azure-glowing ring, he looked every inch the wealthy young master, and nothing - from his comportment to the length of his stride - would dissuade one from that impression.
So it was not long before he was set upon by brigands, drawn by the glint and flash of his ring, the lure of his overstuffed backpack. They postured and threatened, pretended indifference to the great name of Yong, but before he could blow them away he was rescued by an unlikely savior.
"Halt, evildoers!" A blur of movement and thunderous impact; the nearest brigand toppled, cut cleanly in half. "I will not allow you to murder this innocent traveler."
"Stay back," his rescuer cautioned him. She was short, shorter than him, with black hair cut raggedly and tied into a small ponytail. Her voice was strong and pure, a ringing clarion, and her eyes were the characteristic sky blue of the Kong Clan. "I sense that your energies are not even of the Ego Barrier stage! These ruffians will do anything to preserve their lives, and they are far beyond you. You need protection, lest you be taken hostage."
He glanced down at her bedraggled clothing and dirt-stained form. "Are you applying for a job?"
"N-Nothing of the sort!" She replied, anxious. "Worry not, citizen, I would not crassly wealth in exchange for your safety, t-that would make me no better than these common brigands!"
"Oh, great and noble heroine!" The remaining bandits, who had organized themselves while she spoke, kowtowed abjectly. "Please forgive our benighted trespass into your life. Our very presence sullies the landscape for a masterly Cultivator such as yourself. If you could find it in your heart to spare us, we would vacate your presence at once, never to return! We swear it on our lives and the lives of our families!"
"Well..." She kept her blade raised, but seemed uncertain.
He briefly considered the situation. These men could not be allowed to leave. They were too far from civilization, and bandit gangs did not roam this openly, nor target nobles as wealthy as he clearly was, without some form of backing.
"If you give them the chance, these men will turn tail and run, then return with reinforcements later," he observed idly. "Perhaps when you are asleep. Friend, you know already - in this world, there is good, and there is evil. It is not moral fiber that compels their surrender, simply your overwhelming strength. Think back to the great monsters of history, did any of them ever find or even seek redemption?"
Her eyes hardened. Her blade steadied. "You... are right, of course. I shouldn't have let their pleas distract me. Evil always swaggers when victorious, but cowers when outmatched."
Before their anguished begging could continue, she executed one, and his spell of Mordant Fire claimed the lives of the remainder.
"Energy comparable to the early Soul Chrysalis stage..." she muttered, staring at his outstretched finger, from which smoke still faintly rose. She immediately took a step back and bowed. "J-Junior apologizes for her presumption!"
He waved it off. "Don't worry about it. I hail from Yong, my father's Yong Liefang. He had me trained in Diagram Magic to defend the interests of the Northern State. Your assessment was right - I'm not even in the Ego Barrier stage."
"Diagram Magic?" She tilted her head curiously. "One of the Forgotten Arts?"
"Not quite," he said, "though I'm the only authorized practitioner that I know of. Keep that to yourself, if you don't mind. Discretion is important in a bodyguard."
She blinked, momentarily disabled. Her stomach rumbled. "You're... hiring me?!"
He smiled broadly. "An Organ Refining Cultivator going hungry... you, my friend, have a heart that's too kind for its own good. Why don't you travel with me?" Nameless indicated the southerly direction. "I'm going to Imperial Center to meet with my pen-pal from Ming, then we're going to tour Southern Vane. You'll get a salary and a portion of any Cultivation resources we pick up."
"That's wonderful!" She exclaimed. "Er, I mean... that sounds nice. But, why me? We've only just met, can you really trust me?."
"There's something about you," he shook his head. "A lot of people try to act heroic, very few are the real deal. You seem genuine, that's an important trait in a bodyguard. Even when you were starving and thought me helpless, you didn't try to extort me for money. How many Cultivators would do the same?"
"Do you really think so?!" She asked earnestly. "I want to do good in the world. If I can, I mean. I do have to train most of the day, if you don't mind that. I-I can do it when moving, don't worry!"
"That's fine," he nodded. "A bodyguard's job is to defend her charge in combat. What you do in the meantime makes no difference to me. Your name, by the way... ?"
"Oh, of course!" She snapped to attention and threw a sloppy salute. "Kong Suizhen, reporting for duty, sir!"
"At ease," he chuckled. "And no need to be formal. My grandfather couldn't think of a name, so everyone just calls me Nameless. Shall we get moving?"
"Securing the perimeter, sir!" She dashed about, eyes flashing, alert for any sign of hostile intent.
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All characters are fictional. The views and practices expressed in this story do not necessarily reflect those of the author.
Gained item - [5 Kilos of 100% pure Spirit Cocaine] - One of the finer things in life.
Gained item - [White Orchid Pendant] - A symbol of a mother's love. Present it to the White Orchid Sect and they will kill any one person for you.
Gained Lackey - Kong Suizhen - Skilled swordswoman, Peak of the Organ Refining Stage
Vote coming tomorrow. The Ring won the previous vote. Brainstorm what you guys want to do over the 4-month travel time to Southern Vane, since you're mastering Chronomancy after the first month. You could develop a spell like Llewyn's Prodigious Might, or spend the time conversing with your Lackeys, whatever.
You have enough money to hit the peak of Ego Barrier in a very short period of time, if you so desire.
On the day of his departure, rain fell. The Nameless scion - now half-lich - stood at the opening to their family compound, at the very edge of the gated canopy. Water sluiced and dripped mightily behind him, channeled by the angle of the room into a curtain that formed his backdrop. Across from him stood his father and mother; the former unnaturally subdued, the latter naturally so.
"Kid," his dad said, "Let's walk you outside."
"I'll get wet!" Nameless complained, but his father laid a firm hand on his back and pushed the entire party out into the open. Above, lightning flashed through the thunderheads. The heavens growled, deep and low like some ancestral behemoth come to eavesdrop on the proceedings.
"Alright kid," Yong Liefang reached down to give his son a hug. "I hear Southern Vane's real nice this time of year. Don't come back without at least ten young ladies vying for your hand. Here's something to help ya with that."
A rather large white box of waxen texture was pressed into his hand. Nameless raised an eyebrow. Rare cultivation materials? "Is this-"
"That's right," Liefang confirmed, deathly serious. "That's five kilos of one hundred percent pure Kong-refined Spirit Cocaine, harvested from the forests of the Abattoir Beast. Since you're immortal now, might as well enjoy the finer things in life!"
"T-thanks dad." Nameless said, slightly dumbfounded as he slid the package into his bag. "I will. Enjoy it, I mean."
"See," Liefang coughed, then cleared his throat, blinking slightly more rapidly than usual, "See that you do, kid. See that you do."
He clapped him on the shoulder.
"You're... actually crying," Nameless observed, slightly bewildered.
"Kid. It's raining."
"You made it rain."
"Heh. I... do that quite frequently," Liefang mused. "Oh, don't look at me like that, honey. You're always number one in my heart! For now."
His mother blew Liefang off, crouching down to eye level with her son. Yong Zhengyi was of slight build, a slender woman of almost birdlike delicacy, but her eyes had always reflected an icy self-discipline. Only now, at the last, did that veneer begin to waver.
"Was... I a bad mother?" She asked haltingly.
"Mom..." He hesitated. The words had always come easily to him in this life; long training had made certain of that. But nothing he came up with felt adequate to the the task.
Long seconds passed before he marshaled himself. "Mom. You were always watching over me. When I was first learning to walk, you were there to catch me every time I fell. When I angered a cobra in the gardens, you were there to murder it. Because of you, I always felt safe... so please don't ever think of yourself as bad."
Zhengyi clutched him tightly in a hug, a muted sob escaping her throat. "My baby boy... my precious little boy..." Her voice was lilting and melancholy, almost musical.
It struck him, then, how strange it was that he'd almost never heard it before. For centuries Zhengyi had trained to be the perfect assassin. She'd applied herself vigorously to motherhood, utilizing the only skillset she had. Accustomed to taking life, she had haltingly, but sincerely, devoted herself to the task of nurturing it. A silent protector.
"M-mom..." He said, "I, I'm sorry I read so many books. I should have played with you, when I was small..."
"No," she shook her head. "My child, you are fated for greatness. We could see that from the moment you were born. Your mind is so quick, sharp as a blade. Just like your Father. I... know you must face your destiny alone. But if you die..."
Her hand convulsed on his shoulder, joints turning white, but so perfectly controlled that he felt nothing at all. " ...Mother will avenge you. No matter who. No matter what. No matter when."
"Thanks, mom," He sniffled, rubbing at his nose.
"This," She pressed a jade pendant, white-violet, into his hand. "Was given to Mother after her second century of service to White Orchid Sect. Present it to them, and they will perform any task you require. But, they are only good at killing."
Her fingers tightened again, though her grip felt as gentle as ever. "Please, visit when you can. There will always be a place here for you."
"Thank you. Thank you both, for everything!" He managed, stepping back. The nameless boy took a shuddering breath in. If he didn't finish this quickly, he would soon have second thoughts. The world demands even this as price... Make it so. Do not stay the knife.
He bowed low, low, all the way down to the muddy earth. "Mother, Father. Your son is departing now. Please pray for my good fortune to the ancestors. G-Goodbye."
His father wrapped an arm around his mother and gave a jaunty wave. "See ya, kid. Don't worry about us, we'll be fine. By the time you're back, we'll have already made a replacement. We'll even give her a name!"
His parents turned and walked inside, Liefang waving still.
The Nameless scion took one last look over his clan compound, the home of his second childhood. Why did it feel so much more vivid, why did separation hurt so much more, than his first childhood? Perhaps it was simply that he better understood what was being lost.
"Goodbye," he said again, and turned, and did not look back.
---
On a pale dirt road overlooking an overgrown canyon, an ovoid spark of blue manifested, swiftly expanding to the height of a man. A young teen stepped through, his features noble, elegantly balanced and clean. It was clear that his blood was that of the classical Yong, perhaps even direct descendant of the Titan of Earth himself. Of average stature and slender build, the teen's movements belied an agile strength. With his fine garments, master-crafted rucksack and azure-glowing ring, he looked every inch the wealthy young master, and nothing - from his comportment to the length of his stride - would dissuade one from that impression.
So it was not long before he was set upon by brigands, drawn by the glint and flash of his ring, the lure of his overstuffed backpack. They postured and threatened, pretended indifference to the great name of Yong, but before he could blow them away he was rescued by an unlikely savior.
"Halt, evildoers!" A blur of movement and thunderous impact; the nearest brigand toppled, cut cleanly in half. "I will not allow you to murder this innocent traveler."
"Stay back," his rescuer cautioned him. She was short, shorter than him, with black hair cut raggedly and tied into a small ponytail. Her voice was strong and pure, a ringing clarion, and her eyes were the characteristic sky blue of the Kong Clan. "I sense that your energies are not even of the Ego Barrier stage! These ruffians will do anything to preserve their lives, and they are far beyond you. You need protection, lest you be taken hostage."
He glanced down at her bedraggled clothing and dirt-stained form. "Are you applying for a job?"
"N-Nothing of the sort!" She replied, anxious. "Worry not, citizen, I would not crassly wealth in exchange for your safety, t-that would make me no better than these common brigands!"
"Oh, great and noble heroine!" The remaining bandits, who had organized themselves while she spoke, kowtowed abjectly. "Please forgive our benighted trespass into your life. Our very presence sullies the landscape for a masterly Cultivator such as yourself. If you could find it in your heart to spare us, we would vacate your presence at once, never to return! We swear it on our lives and the lives of our families!"
"Well..." She kept her blade raised, but seemed uncertain.
He briefly considered the situation. These men could not be allowed to leave. They were too far from civilization, and bandit gangs did not roam this openly, nor target nobles as wealthy as he clearly was, without some form of backing.
"If you give them the chance, these men will turn tail and run, then return with reinforcements later," he observed idly. "Perhaps when you are asleep. Friend, you know already - in this world, there is good, and there is evil. It is not moral fiber that compels their surrender, simply your overwhelming strength. Think back to the great monsters of history, did any of them ever find or even seek redemption?"
Her eyes hardened. Her blade steadied. "You... are right, of course. I shouldn't have let their pleas distract me. Evil always swaggers when victorious, but cowers when outmatched."
Before their anguished begging could continue, she executed one, and his spell of Mordant Fire claimed the lives of the remainder.
"Energy comparable to the early Soul Chrysalis stage..." she muttered, staring at his outstretched finger, from which smoke still faintly rose. She immediately took a step back and bowed. "J-Junior apologizes for her presumption!"
He waved it off. "Don't worry about it. I hail from Yong, my father's Yong Liefang. He had me trained in Diagram Magic to defend the interests of the Northern State. Your assessment was right - I'm not even in the Ego Barrier stage."
"Diagram Magic?" She tilted her head curiously. "One of the Forgotten Arts?"
"Not quite," he said, "though I'm the only authorized practitioner that I know of. Keep that to yourself, if you don't mind. Discretion is important in a bodyguard."
She blinked, momentarily disabled. Her stomach rumbled. "You're... hiring me?!"
He smiled broadly. "An Organ Refining Cultivator going hungry... you, my friend, have a heart that's too kind for its own good. Why don't you travel with me?" Nameless indicated the southerly direction. "I'm going to Imperial Center to meet with my pen-pal from Ming, then we're going to tour Southern Vane. You'll get a salary and a portion of any Cultivation resources we pick up."
"That's wonderful!" She exclaimed. "Er, I mean... that sounds nice. But, why me? We've only just met, can you really trust me?."
"There's something about you," he shook his head. "A lot of people try to act heroic, very few are the real deal. You seem genuine, that's an important trait in a bodyguard. Even when you were starving and thought me helpless, you didn't try to extort me for money. How many Cultivators would do the same?"
"Do you really think so?!" She asked earnestly. "I want to do good in the world. If I can, I mean. I do have to train most of the day, if you don't mind that. I-I can do it when moving, don't worry!"
"That's fine," he nodded. "A bodyguard's job is to defend her charge in combat. What you do in the meantime makes no difference to me. Your name, by the way... ?"
"Oh, of course!" She snapped to attention and threw a sloppy salute. "Kong Suizhen, reporting for duty, sir!"
"At ease," he chuckled. "And no need to be formal. My grandfather couldn't think of a name, so everyone just calls me Nameless. Shall we get moving?"
"Securing the perimeter, sir!" She dashed about, eyes flashing, alert for any sign of hostile intent.
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All characters are fictional. The views and practices expressed in this story do not necessarily reflect those of the author.
Gained item - [5 Kilos of 100% pure Spirit Cocaine] - One of the finer things in life.
Gained item - [White Orchid Pendant] - A symbol of a mother's love. Present it to the White Orchid Sect and they will kill any one person for you.
Gained Lackey - Kong Suizhen - Skilled swordswoman, Peak of the Organ Refining Stage
Vote coming tomorrow. The Ring won the previous vote. Brainstorm what you guys want to do over the 4-month travel time to Southern Vane, since you're mastering Chronomancy after the first month. You could develop a spell like Llewyn's Prodigious Might, or spend the time conversing with your Lackeys, whatever.
You have enough money to hit the peak of Ego Barrier in a very short period of time, if you so desire.
RedV
Refuelling
- Location
- Right here
I do not regret not spending time with Zhengyi, smh. That crack be worth it.
Suizen is suprisingly less edgy than I thought she would be. How disappointing. She does sound nice, I guess?
Suizen is suprisingly less edgy than I thought she would be. How disappointing. She does sound nice, I guess?
We should ideally spend time conversing with Lackeys. They have bad chemistry, we need to help them out or our party won't have proper co-ordination.
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RedV
Refuelling
- Location
- Right here
I'm not averse to sharing drugs with her. Spirit Cocaine should have a huge boosting effect on cultivation, right?
Or is it just a vanity and pleasure good!?
Rihaku
The Internet
Practical*! Better to kill one batch of bandits now than to be forced to kill the whole gang later!
*suspicion intensifies*
Also, I'm assuming we're gonna vote on our Diagram spells next?
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
Too many to reasonably vote for all of them I thought. I think Rihaku's defining the non Baelixnare spells we know for us, no vote involved. We've already got teleportation and that battle class disguise diagram we need to take the ring off to be able to use properly for example.
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Aetharian
Currently on Fire
- Location
- USA
For a second there I thought we found the heroine then I stopped and said to myself: " Now, now, do you really think this GM doesn't want you to suffer? Foolish child! GMs feast on the tears and pain of their questers! It is the only thing that sustains them and their potent muse!"
And then I cried to the cruelty of the GM
And then I cried to the cruelty of the GM
RedV
Refuelling
- Location
- Right here
I support Ego Barrier, then talking to minions, then developing proper gish style buff spells, in that order of preference for our actions this month.
Also, I want us to sample that crack, then start a racket for Resources. We are mentally old enough to eat that raw, right?
Also, I want us to sample that crack, then start a racket for Resources. We are mentally old enough to eat that raw, right?
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Are these the kind of gifts father would have given us with his mystery box? Because I deeply regret not picking it when we had the chance!
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
That sounds good to me.
Have you forgot Terrascape training votes?
Guys, guys. What Ego Barrier? We have 100% Pure Spirit Cocaine with us and are going to meet lots of suckers who don't know us yet.
...Now that I think about it, can Diagram magic improve on 100% purity? Do we maybe need Beyond points for that?
...Now that I think about it, can Diagram magic improve on 100% purity? Do we maybe need Beyond points for that?
RedV
Refuelling
- Location
- Right here
We still had only two powers a vote except for Imperia's Supreme Ordinal Arrangement and Valor's initial Facet choices.
Choosing ten years worth of spells is too stronk for us.
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A nice Divination spell along the lines of the one we passed up would be useful, but probably not *immediately* useful. Can't go wrong with Cultivation. Ego Barrier on its own probably isn't that significant compared to our spells, but stacked with our Quickening it will still be better than it sounds.
I'd also be all for doing something to secure our Ring. It provides immunity to Diagram magic, but only while worn. Some kind of enchantment that plugs its hole the moment it's stolen perhaps so it can't be worn? A retrieval spell triggered to bring it home the moment it leaves our finger? A homing beacon?
I'd also be all for doing something to secure our Ring. It provides immunity to Diagram magic, but only while worn. Some kind of enchantment that plugs its hole the moment it's stolen perhaps so it can't be worn? A retrieval spell triggered to bring it home the moment it leaves our finger? A homing beacon?
RedV
Refuelling
- Location
- Right here
We need to sample it first, just to be sure we aren't giving up on anything good. Take a small pinch and lie down; maybe entice Suizen too...
Sherlock Holmes would approve! A well-honed mind needs its breaks, okay!
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While more power is tempting I think that it'd be better that we get to know our lackeys well sooner rather than later. Suizhen in particular worries me with her heroism. Having a heroic person on our side is a great thing, but it does make me worry that if we neglect her social link she'd get subverted by the Heroine. She doesn't want to be part of the problems in the Empire.
Though Nameless does provide a pretty amazing amount of benefits for her. She gets all sorts of cultivation resources, faces all sorts of struggles useful for growth, and most of all will provide her access to time manipulation so she can train even more.
Though Nameless does provide a pretty amazing amount of benefits for her. She gets all sorts of cultivation resources, faces all sorts of struggles useful for growth, and most of all will provide her access to time manipulation so she can train even more.
I strongly suggest cultivating. We need to replenish our essence so we don't go completely insane if we are seperated from our artifacts and can create more wonders. It will also make us significantly stronger.
We might also want to show of Haltsuphrects Quickening to Suizen once we've developed it and let her train and cultivate in an accelerated state when we've got the mental strength for it. Should help convince her to stick with us, especially once our catty friend joins the party.
We might also want to show of Haltsuphrects Quickening to Suizen once we've developed it and let her train and cultivate in an accelerated state when we've got the mental strength for it. Should help convince her to stick with us, especially once our catty friend joins the party.
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RedV
Refuelling
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We're also filling her belly and befriending her as maybe her first non-dead friend, which is pretty huge.