"Welcome back!" Aneko happily greeted her savior and host, she had taken on the position of a housemaid to thank Kuburi while she learned the language and customs.
"Ah... It smells great." The dwarf smiled while looking at the woman before him, unable to believe she had already managed to learn their language. Enough to cover the basics at least, but that was still impressive.
"Thanks, I used the last of the Savra Lizard meat to prepare it." Aneko replied with a beautiful smile, making Kurburi wonder for just a second if he might be interested in none dwarven women. Just for a second though.
"I see, no problem. I will go buy some tomorrow." Putting down his basket, Kuburi moved to the kitchen to clean himself of most of the dirt covering his body.
Flowing water taps aren't a thing in this world, not even for the dwarves. They did have some workaround, such as aqua ducts diverting the groundwater to their towns and villages. And in the case of nobles even to their pools. Some even diverted hot springs.
As such, while they didn't have a tap, they did have fresh water. They didn't need to go through the effort of pulling it up from a well like most humans who lived far from a river or dam either.
"Have you heard of anyone else like me?" Aneko asked as she prepped the table and served the food.
"No, nothing. I only got more disturbing news about the kingdom of Eskrat."
"Again?" Aneko sighed, it seemed like this kingdom was hell-bent on destroying the dwarves.
No one knew why, it wasn't like it was easy to attack a dwarven kingdom. In fact, it was just about the most difficult things one could attempt.
Even a normal dwarven town had defenses on par with human cities. This was due to the dangers of the mountain and as such sieging them isn't easy. Yet, they kept attacking.
The most shocking thing was the fact that they were starting to push back the dwarves. Forcing them deeper into the mountain. Their casualties were nearly four times that of the dwarves, but their fervor was shocking.
It was like they didn't even care that they were losing so many men.
"Yes, actually..." Kurburi paused as he turned to the door, sighing.
"What is it?" Aneko asked, getting a bad feeling.
"I am sorry, I really am." As he said this, four dwarves in the heaviest armor Aneko had ever seen burst through the door.
"Human! Surrender or die!"
"Wha-what?" Aneko looked between the dwarves pointing their weapons at her and Kurburi, unable to make sense of what was going on.
Naturally, she had no wish to die so she immediately threw her hands into the air.
One of the dwarves stepped forward and threw her to the ground, mercilessly pulling her hands behind her back and even causing one of her shoulders to dislocate.
"Enough! She isn't a threat!" Kurburi shouted, unable to accept this roughness.
The dwarf who was manhandling Aneko turned to him with a death stare, "They are the ones who attacked us. Who killed thousands of dwarves, ripped hundred of families apart!"
"We cannot harbor any feelings for humans!"
Kurburi faltered hearing this, indeed. Humans had started this war and had killed so many of his kin. The refugees were constantly fleeing deeper into the mountain, even having to go so far as to settle in the abandoned mines.
"But... I am sure she isn't a spy!" Kurburi shouted as the dwarf pulled her up, her face bruised and swollen.
"You say that, but we can't risk it!" The dwarf said, pushing Aneko forward into the arms of the other dwarves who quickly restrained her further and collared her.
'What... What is going on?' Aneko tried to ask, but her mind wasn't able to form the words through the shock and pain.
...
Ven woke with a massive headache under a wooden roof. The sight caused her to feel relieved, at least she wasn't dead.
Turning her head to the side she observed the room she was in. Outside of the bed she was on, there was a single table with a few wooden bowls and a bunch of leaves.
'Where am I?' Ven wondered as she slowly managed to stand up, though her body felt extremely tired. She needed to first confirm she was safe.
Stumbling towards the door, she heard some strange language being spoken. Causing her to remember the scene on the road in the forest and nearly fall to her knees. She fought her fear and slowly opened the door.
{"Ah, you are awake."} A female dressed in what seemed to be hunter's clothing said, she had long bright red hair coming down to the small of her back.
"Wher-where am I?" Ven asked, the woman moving slowly so as to try and not spook her.
{"I know you can't understand me, but you are in the Pirn... Pirn."} She repeated to try and make it clear, after which she pointed to herself and introduces who she was. {"I am Gabriella Sandor."}
"Gabriella?" Ven repeated and the lady nodded, seeing this Ven pointed at herself. "Vendelin Bach... Ven for short."
{"I see, Vendelin... Welcome to our town. You were in a really bad state, here... Drink"} Gabriella handed Ven a wooden cup filled with a sweet-smelling tea while indicating that she should drink.
Ven did just that, knowing that if the village had wanted to harm her, then they would have done so long ago.
Upon tasting the tea she immediately felt refreshed, the sweetness cleared her mind while the smoothness gave her energy. Not much, but enough for her to fight the fatigue covering her like a thick blanket.
{"Come, sit.} Gabriella helped Ven to a chair and slowly started to try and converse with the foreigner. Still unable to believe that someone in such a bad state had managed to make it to her barony.
It took some time, but with the help of gestures, the two manage to get acquainted.
{"I see,"} Naturally, a great deal was lost due to them only being able to communicate via a makeshift mix of gestures and body language. But Gabriella managed to confirm that Ven had been lost for some time in the forest until she finally managed to find their village.
Gabriella also confirmed that Ven wasn't just a peasant. Even in her state, she could keep up with her as the two tried to find a way to talk.
{"Rest for now,"} Gabriella said, taking Ven's hand and looking her in the eyes seriously. {"I will have my daughter come to teach you our language. So please, try your best, Vendelin."}
Ven wasn't sure what she was saying, but she nodded nonetheless. Not wanting to be rude and not feeling any malice from the person before her. In fact, she could feel that the lady truly wanted to help her.
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After two days of traveling, Edvard finally managed to find a walled settlement. While the journey had been easier due to the forest becoming less dense, it was still a forest. Beasts were almost everywhere, and while Edvard wasn't scared. Having come to learn that they are just normal beasts, he was still wary. Not having any ideas of where the next village or hamlet might be, Edvard had kept to the river. Assuming that villages should be founded near to a water source. It was also the only way he could see the knight having managed to find the hamlet of Zaselak. There were no roads, heck there weren't even clear paths between the villages. The locals might know how to get from hamlet to hamlet, but anyone else would quickly become lost. 'I hope no bullshit happens.' Edvard thought as he looked at the shabby wooden walls. They would not withstand much, but they should give the citizens a place to hide should a fight happen. Though Edvard doubted it w
"Because if you do not, I will not stay mine." Said a man with bright blue hair as he stepped through the crowd. His hair threw Edvard off for a moment, Edvard was certain that hair dying shouldn't be a thing, so it must be this man's natural hair. On his back, the young man had a greatsword and while he was not in armor his clothing was heaps and bounds better than those around. Yet, the design choice was just as terrible. A bloody rose atop orange clothing, a sight that made Edvard nearly puke. "And who are you? Did you see the entire escapade? These guards first asked for a bribe to let me in. Then, when I brought what I could, they declared me a thief." Edvard replied. His blade was on the slouched guard's neck who was still shivering in pain from the kick. But dared not move thanks to the blade. "I give you my word I will reprimand him, and of course you will be allowed to keep your catch." "I don't care, who are you to make such promises
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Two pulled out daggers, the other a normal longsword. Edvard ran right towards the one with the longsword, aiming for the man's blade as he was still struggling to recover from the surprise and get a good grip on his weapon. Edvard's attack sent the man's blade into the air and opened him up for more attacks. With no hesitation Edvard struck through the man's side, spinning around to place this now wounded cloaked figure between him and one of the dagger wielders. His new opponent was surprised not just by Edvard's actions, but also that her friend had been disarmed so easily. Watching Edvard's every move, she faltered between trying to save her friend or going for their attacker. Seeing her hesitation Edvard swung his blade at the wounded man. Seeing this, she rushed to block the attack and save the man. Edvard smiled as he jumped back and thrust his sword towards her. She was quickly put at a disadvantage as she had to both protect herself a
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After escaping the pursuit of the soldiers, Edvard did not leave in search of another village. Instead, he stayed in the forest for a while and observed the daily interactions of those living there. Trying to better understand what people did, how they lived. Mostly he saw the villagers taking care of their fields, with some taking care of the grazing animals. In general, a group of twenty to forty older men would head to the river not that far from Kirkwall. Returning at night with fish. Very few would go into the woods to hunt. Edvard also tried to look at what was going on inside the village, however, the walls made this quite difficult. However, he could observe the guards, and as he did he found that most of them would often slack off. While they didn't do anything as excessive as drinking or playing cards as Edvard had read about in stories when he was young, they did group together and chat. Their shifts were normally a total of two hours at a
The knights from the manor worked together to face their foe, two against one. The church instead fought one on one, with almost the same results. Coming up from the back Edvard observed this and wondered if he should rush in to help. He would much rather just stay back and observe, not wishing to be surrounded by orcs. He had learned the hard way that it was a good way to die. His arrows were quickly running out and then he would have to act. By the time he had managed to pick off 5 more orcs and run out of arrows, the orcs had broken through the knight's line. Edvard half wanted to leave the village to their own devices at this point, however, hearing the fear-filled cries from behind the walls. Thinking of all the innocent children who would be slaughtered. He fought his instinct to run and instead charged. Jumping up as he reached the orcs, Edvard sliced the back of its neck. Nearly beheading the orc and sending blood into the air. The orc
It was like this energy was a part of him, yet it was clearly a foreign substance. Apparently, the first step to learning how to become a knight was channeling it into a blade. Most swords made for knights were made of special magical metals and enchanted. The glow that Edvard had seen so often was the process of the metal being filled with ether. Activating its magical properties, and naturally, the effects of the enchantments. Edvard’s blade was apparently different from the norm. It did not glow when he pushed the strange energy into it. Though, Edvard suspected that was because the amount he could gather and focus was too little to affect the magnificent blade. While Edvard still had a thing or two to nit-pick about regarding the Vespes prince, he had to accept that he was only alive thanks to the prince’s ‘gifts’. While hell, the illusion had truly prepared him for the harshness that this world was filled with. “Can you teach me how you form spells?” Edvard asked. “I can’t be
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