An artificially made table and chair of roots and leaves held a Vespes and his cup of tea. He was relaxing in the midday sun while enjoying this cup of tea. Unbothered by the hundreds of monsters that now surrounded him.
Slimes were the first to have arrived from their hiding, creatures known to always stay in the shadows and out of sight. They had no combat ability to speak of and were the vultures of the monster world.
After them had come beasts, at first those newly awakened. But as time continued to pass even true monsters appeared, including now even orcs and a few trolls.
The monsters did not fight each other, at least not to eat or anything like that. However, they would fight to get as near to the Vespes. But not for him, rather, they wanted to be as near as possible to the dark-skinned human who lay on a bed of roots and leaves.
{"It seems that you have finally awakened."} Tariël smiled and offered the sleepy man a cup of tea.
"Wha- what is going on?" Ghakarhi asked, trying and failing to move his arms and nearly causing the cup to fall. Luckily, a gust of wind somehow balanced it and allowed him to try taking it again.
{"Ah yes, the age-old problem of not being capable of understanding one another. I hope we can at least convey some type of information to one another. I am Tariël Gilneiros. Ilvisar, my nephew, asked me to make sure you are alright."}
Ghakarhi simply looked at the elf in confusion, unable to even make out what were words and what were sentences. The language was so strange and foreign, he had never heard anything like it. It was completely different from the one the mage in purple had spoken.
Just thinking of him caused Ghakarhi's emotions to boil and his anger to rise. And with it, the very air started to tremble.
{"Relax my friend. I mean no harm.} Tariël lifted his hands in the air to try and show he was unarmed. The act did calm Ghakarhi, and finally, he registered the hundreds of monsters surrounding them.
Nearly falling from his leaf bed in fright, he looked at the elf, pleading for an explanation.
{"Ah, they aren't here because of me. They are here for you, newly awakened; Daemon."} Tariël smiled, pointing at Ghakarhi to try and make his sentence clear.
"Me-me? What, {Daemon}?" Ghakarhi mumbled, Tariël's pausing and accentuation having allowed him to at least gather some things from the strange language.
{"Yes, for you. You are releasing an absurd amount of Aether into the air. It is quite the feast."} Trying to showcase this with hand signs as he talked, Tariël looked quite comical.
"Wha-what happened to the mage?" Ghakarhi asked, and finally, he managed to collect where he was. In the center of a crater about the size of a town. The only patch of green being that where the Vespes and he was sitting.
{"You killed him, of course. As well as everyone who used to live in the town he ruled. A few hundred humans, and some slaves of other races."} Tariël did his best to convey the message through signing while trying to not agitate Ghakarhi.
The last thing he wanted was a repeat explosion.
...
Some time passed as Tariël tried to confirm whether Ghakarhi would be a danger to the Vespes. Regardless of what he had promised Ilvisar, he couldn't let a Daemon live if that represented a danger to his kind.
{"Well, it does seem like you have stabilized. I wish you the best of luck going forward."} Bowing slightly in a form of greeting, Tariël stood up and canceled the barrier he had been keeping active to stop the monsters from flooding them.
As soon as he did, they did just that. Rushing forward they tried to get at Ghakarhi, who quickly became panicked as beasts charged him.
He knew that if he did nothing, then he would not survive the charge. Jumping from his comfortable bed, he roared. "Stop! Stop!!!"
His voice carried throughout the air and even sent the nearby beasts flying back. A number of them even died from the shockwaves. Seeing this sight, Ghakarhi froze in confusion and fear.
'Was that me? How? What just happened?'
Thoughts spinning and spiraling, he saw another batch of monsters trying to charge at him. "I said stop!" He shouted, this time the monsters fell to their knees one by one.
This continued for some time until finally, Ghakarhi got some handle on what was going on. "Leave! Leave!!!"
His shout reverberated through the forest, and slowly the monsters stood up and started moving away. All but a few.
Those few were a baby drake around the size of a horse, a cat as large as a lion with dark green and black fur, and a band of orcs.
"I said leave," Ghakarhi stated, looking at the seven figures still standing before him.
The orcs looked at one another and then kneeled, while the drake looked Ghakarhi in the eyes and the cat circled him.
"What do you want!?"
{"To serve!"} The orcs replied in unison, Ghakarhi shocked not that they had answered, but that he had understood them.
"What?"
{"Please, let us be your axe!"} The leader of the band, an athletic female orc said.
Her green, red, and golden-brown hair was braided tightly in a Viking hairstyle. Two daggers were strapped to her back, the bone handles visible.
At her sides she had one-handed axes fastened, her clothing resembled that of a barbarian. Little and tight-fitting, but not so little that it would be considered lacking. It covered what needed to be covered, even protected her vitals. But it also allowed her unrestricted movement.
Behind her were four other orcs, each having two different types of hair colors. Three were female, and only one was male. The male was nearly twice the females' size, on his back he had a massive war-axe.
"My axe?" Ghakarhi questioned, and the lead orc nodded. "For what would I need an axe?"
{"To conquer!"} The orc with tri-colored hair replied, her entire being in that reply.
{"Humph! You orcs are all the same. Always so focused on blood and war."} The drake spoke, flames spurting from his mouth and forming the words. The language was again a different one, but somehow Ghakarhi managed to understand it.
{"And you think you are different, old lizard?"} The cat asked, jumping between the orcs and drake and looking them all up and down. Stopping them from coming to blows.
{"One side wished to simply feast on the Aether he exudes, while the other wants a god. Can't you people live for yourselves?} Again the language was different, yet somehow they all understood the words.
{"Then, why are you here? A Yuyan, what do you seek from this Daemon?"}
{"Why, his future of course."} The cat replied as if it was the simplest thing in the world. {"How about it young man, do you wish to struggle through life. Or will you hand all those woes to me?"}
"Wha-what?"
{"I can take away all your sorrows. If you want. No more struggling and anguish."}
The cat's words sound enticing, however, upon thinking of Amahle, Ghakarhi woke from it.
"No, of course, no! I won't let anyone bind me again!"
{"Let me kill this insolent cat!"} The tri-colored-haired female replied, taking her axes in hand and readying for combat.
{"Hah! You think you are capable?"} The Yuyan asked, baring his fangs as countless invisible wind blades formed around him.
"Enough! No fighting!" Ghakarhi shouted, and surprisingly they listened.
{"Then, what do you propose?"} The Yuyan asked, ignoring the orc who was still brimming with killing intent like she was a mere fly buzzing around.
"I don't know, I need to find a way home..." Ghakarhi's determination shone and he looked at those before him. "Will you help me?"
The orcs were the first to reply, immediately kneeling and swearing they will stand by him and be his axe. The drake's reply was much more lackluster.
{"Fine, I will follow you. But, only if it is interesting."}
The Yuyan was the last to reply, {"Okay, why not. When it becomes too much, make sure to not kill yourself. When that happens, you will be mine. Deal?"}
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Nodding after confirming that they understood, Edvard took the lead as they continued their struggle through the overgrowth. Luckily, his blade seemed to be great at cutting through the particularly thick bushes. While Edvard didn't like doing so, fearing it might damage the blade, it had become necessary if they wanted to continue on. While at it, he also made sure to do his best to keep an eye out for any movement. Never letting any animal get past him unaware. He even sniped a few, normally for dinner. Finally, they made it out of the dense part of the forest. With the plants clearing up, especially the ferns and other ground-based vegetation becoming less, the brother and sister felt like they were now floating. Being able to move without a constant struggle was a truly strange and wonderful feeling. A few hours later they refound the road, and as the sun was going down, they arrived at the town. Massive, white-washed walls with im
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Edvard stirred, his entire body afire. Grimacing, the previous events slowly came back to him. ‘So, I survived…’“Careful now.” Abigail instructed, bringing a cup to his mouth and having him take a few small sips.The herbal tea helped soothe the blazing fire in his throat, sadly it did little for the rest of the flames. Trying to force out any words caused his chest to explode in pain, so he remained quiet. Taking sips as Abigail offered them.“I can’t believe how reckless you were.” Abigail said, Edvard noticing that they were in the shade of some tree. The gentle sound of a stream was barely audible. “I really thought you were going to die on me when you didn’t stir for two days.”Unable to form any words, Edvard simply held his peace. Listening as Abigail detailed what had happened after he had lost consciousness. Atop the horse, she had rushed with him along the main road, heading deeper into the kingdom. Stopping long after night had arrived.That night, she had cleaned most of
“He made it…” Edvard forced out these words as he continued to shoot arrow after arrow. No longer was it possible to keep the rooftop clear of orcs. The best he could do was kill them as they gathered their footing.The continuous pulling of his bow was showing its strain on his untrained body. His shoulder acts, his fingers burned, and his arm trembled. Yet, he pushed on. He had to. He couldn’t die here.He still needed to find Yawen. He still needed to find a way home.The screams from below had long since died. The knights had fought valiantly. But valiance was not enough to turn the tide of a battle.“Are we going to die like this?” Abigail asked, forcing herself to stay calm and take deep, steady breaths. Collecting her focus and doing her best to gather the ether in the surrounding. Thanks to overusing magic and a lack of sleep, her mind was already foggy. Yet, she pushed on.“That… isn’t… part… of… the plan.” Edvard replied between the twang of his bow. Luckily, he had more tha
Edvard took a deep breath and calmed his heart. Abigail was next to him, responsible for blasting any orcs who made it to the roof, back to the ground. She was still tired. Unlike Edvard, she had no sudden recovery thanks to a strange magical sword.Yet, she was determined. She took deep, steady breaths, focusing on the surrounding and doing her best to remain calm. The destruction of her hometown had certainly sent her heart into shock. She was ready to accept that none of her family had made it out.Even so, she had many friends in the town. She hoped and prayed that some of them might still be alive.“You ready?” Edvard asked, his targets in his sights.“Yes, let’s do this!” Abigail replied, determined to fight to the last. Even if their mission ended up unsuccessful, she wanted to kill as many of these damned orcs as possible before her dying breath.“Right.” Taking another deep breath, Edvard could feel a strange energy filling his lungs. Distributing itself to the rose patterns
The roses imprinting themselves into Edvard caused him to glow. Abigail gasped in awe at the sight, his entire body lighting up like he was some sort of angel. Until it all vanished, leaving only faint outlines of the roses. Like fading tattoos.“A-are you alright?” Abigail asked.“I feel great!” Edvard replied with a warm smile. Filled to the brim with energy and more confident than ever. “Let’s go see if the town is still holding out.”Edvard took the lead. The two followed the path created by the orcs when they had chased Edvard, having cut down all plants in their way, allowed the two to move swiftly and in an almost straight line. Their return taking them no time at all.Smoke was the first thing they noticed upon exiting the forest.“Ahhh—” Edvard moved quickly, stopping Abigail from making any further sounds.“Look carefully, the smoke isn’t acting normal. I think someone is controlling it to give cover to survivors.” Once he was sure she wasn’t about to shout in concern, Eldri
Edvard slowly stirred, fighting the sleepiness that filled his entire body. He fought to simply stay conscious. Sleep was a tempting mistress, but his years in the illusion taught him never to let sleep dull his sense. He needed to confirm the situation. The last thing he recalled was seeing Abigail among the carnage.Abigail was sitting near a fire, her clothes a mess of blood and tears, having used her clothes as bandages for Edvard's wounds. Forcing himself upright, Edvard smiled. She was a beautiful girl, far too young for him, but he could at least enjoy the sight as the fire illuminated her hair. Her hair was no longer a shiny bright green but rather a deep dark green. Yet it was still enchanting as a shine would come through as the flames of the fire played in the wind. Edvard was lying atop some large leaves, close enough for the fire’s heat to reach him. His own clothes were tattered, his toning muscles reflecting the light of the fire. A few more months, and he would be at
As the despair grew and the atmosphere became heavier, it was all too clear that no one thought victory was possible. They had sacrificed so much just to stall the orcs on the walls yet here they were. Some had been optimistic, believing they could stop the orcs in their tracks. Sadly, even the wilds gate where the orcs had attacked in rage had managed little against the far lesser number of orcs. The other gates had lost far more and killed far less, this fact added to the heavy air of despair that filled the air. None were still optimistic. Everyone understood just how terrifying their enemy was. In their retreat they had not given up. A number had taken shelter in the abandoned homes. While some of those were praying not to be found like cowards, most were waiting. Waiting for the movement to strike. When they could make the largest difference while sacrificing themselves. For if they were to die, they would have it be in an effort to save their families. Sadly, even this was
The rivers going through Erendale had done nothing to slow the orcs. They had not even needed to deviate to the bridges to cross them. The rivers were after all not that deep nor that strong.As a result, all three gates had been assaulted with little difference in timing. Locking everyone inside the town with no way to escape. The orcs ramming the gates protected underneath their shield of fireproof logs.Jaune looked at the charging orcs with a slight smile, they had been truly bothered by the orcs’ patience thus far. The gates would not last long, they needed to thin the orcs on the walls before falling back to the keep. Sadly, the keep could not hold everyone. Some had to die here first, they could only retreat once it was clear that the walls were lost and after enough had died. It was terrible but it was their best bet. The attack had simply come too fast.Luckily, now it appeared that the orcs would indeed scale the walls, all thanks to Edvard. And to top it off he had taken ha
Edvard could feel that his body lacked the strength to fight on. Lacked the basic energy required for him to move. He had long since started running on fumes fuelled by his will, and even his mind was becoming foggy. As he was slipping on towards sleep, a welcomed sleep. The eternal sleep, Edvard’s mind flashed with his Yawen’s gentle smile. His body recalled her warm embrace. Her tender love. This flash of memories long past filled him with endless warmth and strength. It soared through him as he realized that she could very well be somewhere on this planet. He prayed that her situation was better, but if it was not. ‘I cannot allow that to happen!’ Edvard looked at the charging orc, his determination like fire. His will and bloodlust so strong that the orc paused for just a second, a second was enough. Edvard stood next to the orc, his sword dripping with blood. Taking a deep breath, he recalled this smell, he relished it. He suddenly recalled his last moments in that hell. ‘I s