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THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

The Screamers were fast. Even without any decent armour and a wave of arrows raining down on them, they still managed to reach the wall. They climbed the siege towers from the outside and jumped on the battlements. The closest archers didn't have time to react, the blades cut through the air, skin and flesh with swift movements.

"Archers, get back! Regroup on that end!" Fenna ordered. "Melee on the battlements."

As the archers moved back to the appointed location on the far right side of the wall, from which they could still fire at troops trying to approach the wall or those climbing on it, more soldiers came onto the battlements. Spearwielders positioned themselves between the Screamers, and others pouring in from the siege towers, and the archers to keep them safe. Swordwielders moved in to attack.
Two soldiers moved in against one Screamer, but the dual-wielding enemy was perfectly capable of dealing with two enemies at the same time and stabbed both of them.

"You three on her, you three take the second. Always make sure you are attacking with three." Fenna locked eyes with the third. "That one is for me."

With her spear ready, Fenna moved in as the soldiers around her stepped back and focussed on other enemies instead. The Screamer grinned with bloodlust in her eyes. One blade came down, Fenna blocked. The other came down, Fenna used the other end of her spear to block that too. For the first part of the fight, Fenna deflected any attack the Screamer made, who jumped around to try and get an opening. Fenna turned to move with her.

The sword came down, Fenna blocked and swung the spear around to hit the Screamer in the side with the shaft, hard enough to let her grunt and delay her next attack for a couple of seconds. Fenna used that opening to attack with the tip, but the Screamer was nimble and moved out of the way. With a series of quick thrusts, Fenna's aim was to keep the Screamer in the defence. The Screamer jumped up and aimed her blades at Fenna as she came down. Fenna activated the boots of light feet, pushed the spear down on the battlements and threw herself up. The air domain enchantment made her lighter and made it easier to jump. The blades of her opponent cut through air and the sudden miss made her stumble when the Screamer landed. Halfway through the jump, Fenna activated the second ability of her boots: heavy feet. The boots seemed as though they were made of stone and pulled Fenna to the ground, right on top of the Screamer who was turning to meet Fenna where she had projected Fenna would land.

They both fell to the ground. The Screamer let out her high-pitched scream as she tried to slash at Fenna with her sword, but with Fenna on top of her she couldn't put a lot of force in the swing and the blade scraped over Fenna's leather armour. Fenna grabbed her dagger and pushed it in her stomach.

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Hearth and Heart, by @PrinceAlexus

“Its another year, I did not try to find trouble, but you know how trouble always seems to find me.” The small figure of a petite woman wrapped in a dark red woollen coat, cream scarf as her long snow white hair was braided down her back. “Mostly anyways… Vy Hand is still giving me trouble, I have to call them back.” Russian and English blending into a hybrid accent as she spoke with a ember of mischief that quickly cooled and died.

“My new contract came, I'm working at the University, I'm not a professor but I have a class of sorts, I'm helping mentor them. It's… scary but good. It's more to keep busy than the money, students hate early mornings anyway so slots nicely.” She continued as the cold wind blew through the Yew trees pulling the leather glove tighter about her hand where the skin was exposed. It was a grey day as many where In the English winter.

“Manami is about to graduate her graphic design degree this year, late nights. I Remember those too well. Ami, she gets too stressed but Momo comforts her, I still find her cat a little strange but too cute when he snuggles into your hoody or blanket.” Pausing as she rested a hand on smooth white stone, fingers of white glossy metal and dark rubber moving silently as its full extent was hidden. Her other hand rested on an ornate cane of blue and silver in designs of snowflakes, shaped with a snowflake guard about where the handle started. It was a little damaged but still beautiful. Much like its owner.

“Elizabeth…” Her voice falter as she spoke the word, her finger traced letters and a date kneeling down to place the flowers, a bright red and yellow amongst the muted tones and pure white marble. “Elizabeth, I wish I had your help, I have so many questions and things I have no idea what to do. How did you get me to vare a coat? I swear she would go out in a tutu, a swimming costume and princess shoes.” She said with a smile, it was one thing in her life that was perfect, a great stress, pain and challenge beyond any other but her daughter was perfect just the way she was and would be.

“Mum, I miss vou, Dad's.. Sometimes I need you. It's gonna be dinner soon. I love, and will always miss you.” Her voice breaking as she travelled the words. “Lady Darya Romus. Loving Wife to Vesarian and Mother to Victoria taken too soon, missed by many, reunited many decades hopefully.” She shed a tear as she found a firm but soft push into her chest and Dark Grey eyes met a matching pair just smaller and far more innocent.

“Mummy sad, Mummy help.” Said Elizabeth as she broke free of an adult who moved after her unable to keep up on the frosty grass to a small blur of bright pink coat and a matching sparkling mittens, hat and scarf. A riot of colour In such a place. “Mummy is better now.” She said pulling the child into a cuddle and kissing her forehead, already she was very much like her mother though her height was probably gonna be taller by the time she was barely a teanager or before.

“Sorry Vika, she is a force of nature, too much of you and her dad in her.” The woman's voice apologised and offered her a careful hand to help her up, shaky as she rose with a child cuddled and supported with her other arm who was looking a little sleepy held by her mothers warmth.

“it's vine Ami, I love all of you, for being here for me, even if von of us is keeping an eye, but not a too close eye mum…” She added and exchanged a quick chaste kiss with a dark haired Asian woman bundled up much like her wife. Her Mother did not need to see everything she got up to.

“6:51, il drive Vika, we can be back for the present opening. The kids will not be up yet after last night.”She said in her American accent, quiet and filled with care, it was a ritual They did every Christmas, they had started it out of general support and it had become a deeply personal thing, just them on Christmas morning.

“Merry Christmas Lady Romus, you know me, i'll never change that..” Came an older gentleman who opened the gate and helped it for the young family smiling as the child slept against her mothers shoulder. He had met them before, they were just a couple then, whatever odd events caused this direction in their life they seemed to have made good from it all. “I better give my wife her champagne, she always enjoyed a party.” The old man said carrying on his own tradition. He had seen her alongside her father, her friend, then wife and then her daughter too. An older man was at the same grave, but he had his own moment and his own ways of memory.

But life and happiness had found a way despite the loss, that was evident in the young girl who obviously needed some more sleep. He spoke in his own way, he was stuck in but kindly, Victoria as he knew she was called having helped her push a pram in one winter morning like this one on the 25th, he still called her by her title however she tried.

“Little Late, zis one was a fussy one. Merry Christmas, stay varm, vt's and a little cold, I gonna get her to have a nap bevore presents” Victoria said thanking him in her unique accent as she headed over to the borrowed Land rover that was parked outside, the unfamiliar vehicle was a little tricky to get the car seat in.

A few minutes later the car turned down the wide drive though the gates, the Manor House was lit up brightly and clearly in the cold wintery sparkle of frost, the tall trees bare and finally arriving at the back of Hephaestus Manner, the lake in far distance was still slightly frozen over in the light morning's light. The front door was still all locked, the staff were on holiday too and would celebrate on their own or with family.

Hot meals would be made, presents open, traditions and happiness shared. Victoria's day always had been an interesting contrast as she began in the dark and the light brought the happiness of family. It all felt right in its own strange way. Her life was strange, why should not her Christmas be so.

“Merry Christmas Victoria said as she entered the warmth of heart and heart.”

Writing/RP contest - Vacation

Congratulations PrinceAlexus ^_^

Here is the entry:

“Its another year, I did not try to find trouble, but you know how trouble always seems to find me.” The small figure of a petite woman wrapped in a dark red woollen coat, cream scarf as her long snow white hair was braided down her back. “Mostly anyways… Vy Hand is still giving me trouble, I have to call them back.” Russian and English blending into a hybrid accent as she spoke with a ember of mischief that quickly cooled and died.

“My new contract came, I'm working at the University, I'm not a professor but I have a class of sorts, I'm helping mentor them. It's… scary but good. It's more to keep busy than the money, students hate early mornings anyway so slots nicely.” She continued as the cold wind blew through the Yew trees pulling the leather glove tighter about her hand where the skin was exposed. It was a grey day as many where In the English winter.

“Manami is about to graduate her graphic design degree this year, late nights. I Remember those too well. Ami, she gets too stressed but Momo comforts her, I still find her cat a little strange but too cute when he snuggles into your hoody or blanket.” Pausing as she rested a hand on smooth white stone, fingers of white glossy metal and dark rubber moving silently as its full extent was hidden. Her other hand rested on an ornate cane of blue and silver in designs of snowflakes, shaped with a snowflake guard about where the handle started. It was a little damaged but still beautiful. Much like its owner.

“Elizabeth…” Her voice falter as she spoke the word, her finger traced letters and a date kneeling down to place the flowers, a bright red and yellow amongst the muted tones and pure white marble. “Elizabeth, I wish I had your help, I have so many questions and things I have no idea what to do. How did you get me to vare a coat? I swear she would go out in a tutu, a swimming costume and princess shoes.” She said with a smile, it was one thing in her life that was perfect, a great stress, pain and challenge beyond any other but her daughter was perfect just the way she was and would be.

“Mum, I miss vou, Dad's.. Sometimes I need you. It's gonna be dinner soon. I love, and will always miss you.” Her voice breaking as she travelled the words. “Lady Darya Romus. Loving Wife to Vesarian and Mother to Victoria taken too soon, missed by many, reunited many decades hopefully.” She shed a tear as she found a firm but soft push into her chest and Dark Grey eyes met a matching pair just smaller and far more innocent.

“Mummy sad, Mummy help.” Said Elizabeth as she broke free of an adult who moved after her unable to keep up on the frosty grass to a small blur of bright pink coat and a matching sparkling mittens, hat and scarf. A riot of colour In such a place. “Mummy is better now.” She said pulling the child into a cuddle and kissing her forehead, already she was very much like her mother though her height was probably gonna be taller by the time she was barely a teanager or before.

“Sorry Vika, she is a force of nature, too much of you and her dad in her.” The woman's voice apologised and offered her a careful hand to help her up, shaky as she rose with a child cuddled and supported with her other arm who was looking a little sleepy held by her mothers warmth.

“it's vine Ami, I love all of you, for being here for me, even if von of us is keeping an eye, but not a too close eye mum…” She added and exchanged a quick chaste kiss with a dark haired Asian woman bundled up much like her wife. Her Mother did not need to see everything she got up to.

“6:51, il drive Vika, we can be back for the present opening. The kids will not be up yet after last night.”She said in her American accent, quiet and filled with care, it was a ritual They did every Christmas, they had started it out of general support and it had become a deeply personal thing, just them on Christmas morning.

“Merry Christmas Lady Romus, you know me, i'll never change that..” Came an older gentleman who opened the gate and helped it for the young family smiling as the child slept against her mothers shoulder. He had met them before, they were just a couple then, whatever odd events caused this direction in their life they seemed to have made good from it all. “I better give my wife her champagne, she always enjoyed a party.” The old man said carrying on his own tradition. He had seen her alongside her father, her friend, then wife and then her daughter too. An older man was at the same grave, but he had his own moment and his own ways of memory.

But life and happiness had found a way despite the loss, that was evident in the young girl who obviously needed some more sleep. He spoke in his own way, he was stuck in but kindly, Victoria as he knew she was called having helped her push a pram in one winter morning like this one on the 25th, he still called her by her title however she tried.

“Little Late, zis one was a fussy one. Merry Christmas, stay varm, vt's and a little cold, I gonna get her to have a nap bevore presents” Victoria said thanking him in her unique accent as she headed over to the borrowed Land rover that was parked outside, the unfamiliar vehicle was a little tricky to get the car seat in.

A few minutes later the car turned down the wide drive though the gates, the Manor House was lit up brightly and clearly in the cold wintery sparkle of frost, the tall trees bare and finally arriving at the back of Hephaestus Manner, the lake in far distance was still slightly frozen over in the light morning's light. The front door was still all locked, the staff were on holiday too and would celebrate on their own or with family.

Hot meals would be made, presents open, traditions and happiness shared. Victoria's day always had been an interesting contrast as she began in the dark and the light brought the happiness of family. It all felt right in its own strange way. Her life was strange, why should not her Christmas be so.

“Merry Christmas Victoria said as she entered the warmth of heart and heart.”

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

As the battering ram came closer Fenna ordered to fire. Enchanted arrows weren' t needed, every arrow was dipped in oil and then in lit with torches. After the order the archers knew what to do, so Fenna took her bow, her spear resting on her back with the tip sticking out over her shoulder. The moment the first of them entered the wall she would drop her bow and start stabbing. For now, she joined the archers. Unlike the others, who shot arrows as fast as they could, Fenna aimed and took a moment to concentrate, breathed in and out and her target seemed to get bigger. She released when she felt she couldn't miss and an orc dropped dead. Next target, concentrate, release.

"RIGHT WING, FOCUS FIRE THE DARK ELVEN SCREAMERS!"

Fenna turned to look. "Archers! Focus fire on the screamers!" She ordered, turning her own bow and concentrated on the first target. Sil stayed behind her, sitting on the edge of one of the arrow crates. When someone approached she put her beak in and pulled out some arrows to hand to a soldier who came for ammunition to pass around. They always took what Sil offered, thanking her for her aid, but grabbed another handful as well.

Fenna didn't want to count; as long as there were arrows and the distance was great enough, they would continue firing. The Screamers died by the dozens, giving tribute to their named with their high-pitched battle cries as they rushed forwards and their screams of pain and death when they were pierced by arrows. Their armour was practically non-existing. Fenna briefly wondered if the enemy had made a mistake deploying the warriors there, this early in the battle.

"Don't let them climb the walls!" She ordered. The screamers were fast and focussed. Even though many fell victim to the arrows, some still got closer than Fenna would have liked.

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THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

The alarm sounded. Fenna jolted up. At first she was confused about what was happening, it was too soon, it couldn't be the attack. But what enemy would stick to their schedule if they could use the element of surprise? She cursed under breath as she quickly put on her armour, grabbed her bow and spear and rushed out of the room. Zell was there — of course he was — and clasped her shoulder. He nodded to her and she nodded back. Of course he shouted words of encouragement, Fenna wasn't sure if he really believed it, but it was good to know that at least one of them was confident. Or, in the very least, acted confident. It helped. Sil joined her and flew alongside her.

As she ran to the appointed place, horrors rained down on the town. Ghouls. Fenna looked up to see a creature fly overhead and for a moment thought about shooting an arrow, but she didn't even know where the weak spot would be. Instead, she bashed in the skull of one ghoul and stabbed another as she moved through them. every ghoul that came on her path met one of the ends of her spear. City militia approached to deal with the ghouls and Fenna saw fire balls and lightning bolts being fired at flying creature.

Along the way their group split up, but Falcons joined her. When she reached her appointed location a part of the Falcons were already in position. Others arrived and quickly took place. When Sil soared over their heads, they cheered. As Fenna gave them a moment to assemble, Fenna climbed up the battlements to see what the situation was, and cursed. So many enemies, siege towers approaching, and they needed to somehow win this? They had to, it was fight or die, and Fenna was not about to die in some far-away land.

'All right,' she said, turning around. 'We'll have to give it everything we got.' Her eyes moved over her troops. Some people were missing. Were they late? Killed by ghouls? Had they deserted and fled the city? She turned to her second in command. 'Make sure to write down who didn't join us,' she told him, and after receiving a confirmation she turned to the troops again. 'As we planned. Arrows first, when they get too close the archers fall back and we'll use spears, when they get within reach we use swords. We will fight them with every step they take. Get ready!'

Writing/RP contest - Vacation

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THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

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