Watching Berserk right now and wishing I gave Saria berserker armor instead of a fire sword
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Saria bent down to open the box, and realized that there was no clasp or latch to open it.
Hmph. They know me too well.
She drew her sword and deftly sliced a side of the box away, the wood panel falling away like a flower’s petal. She reached inside, and felt a smooth object. She pulled it out, and held in her hand a silver egg. On its sides, there were numbers. The arrow currently rested on zero. Further examination revealed that the top and bottom half were separated by a seam, the top containing the numbers, and the bottom containing the arrow.
Those college types, whatever they are, have a strange sense for gifts. What am I supposed to do with this?
She ultimately decided to bide her curiosity and slipped the thing inside her pocket, beginning to make her way further down the road. Saria walked through the strange place, every direction she looked was ablaze with color and vibrance. Boats of every size and shape lined the shore, and disappeared behind buildings as she saw the various restaurants and shops along the way down the road.
The entire place was about as alien to her as that city she had previously been in, except this city was a bit more colorful. There were many signs and fliers put up around the walls of the buildings, and miraculously, Saria could understand all of them. She strolled over to a restaurant and stepped inside. An assortment of tables littered the inside, all of them neatly organized, utensils stacked on top of paper.
Saria headed for the back of the restaurant, where there were many strange box-shaped objects, most likely used to prepare food. How, she didn’t know. She came to another silver door, and opened it. A sudden blast of cold chilled her, even in her armor. Inside, several packaged foods lined the shelves. She felt a bit hungry, so she took out some vegetables. Since she had very few pockets, she decided to eat the vegetables right there. The coldness was strange to her, and also refreshing. She wondered how this strange civilization had developed the means of keeping food cold, since such a thing was beyond the wildest dreams of anyone back in her time.
After eating through a few bags of vegetables and downing a bottle of water, she was satisfied. One thing was for sure, and it was that the food here was good, no, excellent. She didn’t find a single bug or a rotting leaf anywhere in the stacks of food. She slipped her helmet back on, hooking the clasps around her neck. The clasps had a double function; One, they kept the helmet from being knocked off in a fight, and second, they protected the neck from attacks. It was a time-consuming process, but she wasn’t in any rush.
She headed outside, feeling refreshed. Now, she had to decide where to go. She looked to her left, the path to the rest of the city, then right, back to the shore. Before she could make a decision, she heard her phylactery crackling, and an unfamiliar voice resounded through the little speakers in the thing.
"Hey Oren, I have to ask you something real quick. I have some information to tell College Staff, and I need to find some to tell this information too. Can you point me in the direction of some staff so I can talk to them about these clowns? I need to get my hands on some relics, and preferably some defensive ones."
Defensive relics? And he’s headed for college staff? Interesting. He’ll be on the defensive, while I focus on the offense. That’s fine, I won’t need much defense if I don’t give him a chance to hit me. Still… Which way do I go?
Saria knew that she could find him by using her phylactery again, but that would use another one of her two remaining assists. Inwardly, she shrugged. To her, it didn’t matter when they fought, since he would most likely find her first anyway. That’s just what she was used to. Really, out of all the duels she fought after the killing of her family, almost all of them were from bounty hunters looking to kill her, and they always found her first.
So, she took some liberty and walked right, back to the shore. She might have surprised herself by this decision, since she hated the water, and probably moreso after killing Rose Cythla, but something else had attracted her attention as she was paddling towards the alien structure, and that was the half-sunken ship near the shore. She could have sworn she had saw someone moving within, and for some reason, the whole thing just seemed to interest her. Maybe the chance to warm up before her actual duel.
Speaking of her duel, Saria wondered who it would be. She didn’t remember hearing any of the competitors talk, but the voice seemed to be male, so she could rule out the female warriors. She suspected the voice may have belonged to that knight, for who else but a heavily armored warrior would use defensive relics?
She made it to the small boat, and once again, began to paddle. Again, it took a while, but the ship finally came into a feasible distance, probably about ten minutes away if she kept paddling the same speed. She began to paddle quietly now, in case anyone actually was on the half-sunk ship.
Once she reached it, she quietly stepped into a breach in the ship’s hull, pulling the tiny boat inside with her, so that it wouldn’t drift away. Unfortunately, the whole ordeal caused a major ruckus, and even though she couldn’t hear anything yet, she wouldn't be surprised if she had a few unwelcome visitors.
Hmph. They know me too well.
She drew her sword and deftly sliced a side of the box away, the wood panel falling away like a flower’s petal. She reached inside, and felt a smooth object. She pulled it out, and held in her hand a silver egg. On its sides, there were numbers. The arrow currently rested on zero. Further examination revealed that the top and bottom half were separated by a seam, the top containing the numbers, and the bottom containing the arrow.
Those college types, whatever they are, have a strange sense for gifts. What am I supposed to do with this?
She ultimately decided to bide her curiosity and slipped the thing inside her pocket, beginning to make her way further down the road. Saria walked through the strange place, every direction she looked was ablaze with color and vibrance. Boats of every size and shape lined the shore, and disappeared behind buildings as she saw the various restaurants and shops along the way down the road.
The entire place was about as alien to her as that city she had previously been in, except this city was a bit more colorful. There were many signs and fliers put up around the walls of the buildings, and miraculously, Saria could understand all of them. She strolled over to a restaurant and stepped inside. An assortment of tables littered the inside, all of them neatly organized, utensils stacked on top of paper.
Saria headed for the back of the restaurant, where there were many strange box-shaped objects, most likely used to prepare food. How, she didn’t know. She came to another silver door, and opened it. A sudden blast of cold chilled her, even in her armor. Inside, several packaged foods lined the shelves. She felt a bit hungry, so she took out some vegetables. Since she had very few pockets, she decided to eat the vegetables right there. The coldness was strange to her, and also refreshing. She wondered how this strange civilization had developed the means of keeping food cold, since such a thing was beyond the wildest dreams of anyone back in her time.
After eating through a few bags of vegetables and downing a bottle of water, she was satisfied. One thing was for sure, and it was that the food here was good, no, excellent. She didn’t find a single bug or a rotting leaf anywhere in the stacks of food. She slipped her helmet back on, hooking the clasps around her neck. The clasps had a double function; One, they kept the helmet from being knocked off in a fight, and second, they protected the neck from attacks. It was a time-consuming process, but she wasn’t in any rush.
She headed outside, feeling refreshed. Now, she had to decide where to go. She looked to her left, the path to the rest of the city, then right, back to the shore. Before she could make a decision, she heard her phylactery crackling, and an unfamiliar voice resounded through the little speakers in the thing.
"Hey Oren, I have to ask you something real quick. I have some information to tell College Staff, and I need to find some to tell this information too. Can you point me in the direction of some staff so I can talk to them about these clowns? I need to get my hands on some relics, and preferably some defensive ones."
Defensive relics? And he’s headed for college staff? Interesting. He’ll be on the defensive, while I focus on the offense. That’s fine, I won’t need much defense if I don’t give him a chance to hit me. Still… Which way do I go?
Saria knew that she could find him by using her phylactery again, but that would use another one of her two remaining assists. Inwardly, she shrugged. To her, it didn’t matter when they fought, since he would most likely find her first anyway. That’s just what she was used to. Really, out of all the duels she fought after the killing of her family, almost all of them were from bounty hunters looking to kill her, and they always found her first.
So, she took some liberty and walked right, back to the shore. She might have surprised herself by this decision, since she hated the water, and probably moreso after killing Rose Cythla, but something else had attracted her attention as she was paddling towards the alien structure, and that was the half-sunken ship near the shore. She could have sworn she had saw someone moving within, and for some reason, the whole thing just seemed to interest her. Maybe the chance to warm up before her actual duel.
Speaking of her duel, Saria wondered who it would be. She didn’t remember hearing any of the competitors talk, but the voice seemed to be male, so she could rule out the female warriors. She suspected the voice may have belonged to that knight, for who else but a heavily armored warrior would use defensive relics?
She made it to the small boat, and once again, began to paddle. Again, it took a while, but the ship finally came into a feasible distance, probably about ten minutes away if she kept paddling the same speed. She began to paddle quietly now, in case anyone actually was on the half-sunk ship.
Once she reached it, she quietly stepped into a breach in the ship’s hull, pulling the tiny boat inside with her, so that it wouldn’t drift away. Unfortunately, the whole ordeal caused a major ruckus, and even though she couldn’t hear anything yet, she wouldn't be surprised if she had a few unwelcome visitors.
@LugubriousAlright
Just wondering, when it comes to meeting certain factions in the city, do we write those encounters in ourselves, or do we wait for you to introduce us to them?@Lugubrious
Sylvia deftly dodged the ogre’s crushing blows, thankful for the backup now present. Still, she couldn’t let her guard down. There it was again, that feeling of uselessness she had. Really, what could she do with a knife and a sword that might as well have been a largish dagger? That orc was battling the ogre head-on, swinging his axe like a savage while the ogre either took the hits or staggered out of the way. Did he have to worry about fragility? Hell no.
She pushed away the distracting thoughts and decided that she should use her skills to target something truly vital. The scattered bits of armor the rat ogre wore protected most of the vital areas, except a precious few. Namely, the eyes. Mentally, she planned out her attack. She would run up to it while it was distracted; climb its fur, then jab it in the eyes with her swords.
Easier said than done.
She took a deep breath, then sprinted towards the ogre, making sure to avoid the sudden swarm of bees manifesting behind her, and jumped as high as she could, grabbing onto the ogre’s coarse wires of hair. A few of the cords broke off, but luckily, the rest were sturdy enough to support her weight. Hoping the beast was distracted, she continued to climb up inch by inch, hand after hand. The stench of rot and excrement didn't make the climbing any easier.
Eventually, she scrabbled her way up to the thing’s neck, thanking her lightly armored self for making the climb so much easier than it would have been had she been wearing restrictive armor and clothing. Now came the hard part. The bees were all over the thing’s neck, making it difficult for her to concentrate, but eventually she had her legs securely around its scruff, and in both hands she carried her knife and shortsword.
“Alright then, beast. Let’s see what happens when I blindside you.”
Her voice was barely a whisper, but the threat it carried was real. Gripping the two blades, she thrusted both of them down towards the ogre’s eyes.
She pushed away the distracting thoughts and decided that she should use her skills to target something truly vital. The scattered bits of armor the rat ogre wore protected most of the vital areas, except a precious few. Namely, the eyes. Mentally, she planned out her attack. She would run up to it while it was distracted; climb its fur, then jab it in the eyes with her swords.
Easier said than done.
She took a deep breath, then sprinted towards the ogre, making sure to avoid the sudden swarm of bees manifesting behind her, and jumped as high as she could, grabbing onto the ogre’s coarse wires of hair. A few of the cords broke off, but luckily, the rest were sturdy enough to support her weight. Hoping the beast was distracted, she continued to climb up inch by inch, hand after hand. The stench of rot and excrement didn't make the climbing any easier.
Eventually, she scrabbled her way up to the thing’s neck, thanking her lightly armored self for making the climb so much easier than it would have been had she been wearing restrictive armor and clothing. Now came the hard part. The bees were all over the thing’s neck, making it difficult for her to concentrate, but eventually she had her legs securely around its scruff, and in both hands she carried her knife and shortsword.
“Alright then, beast. Let’s see what happens when I blindside you.”
Her voice was barely a whisper, but the threat it carried was real. Gripping the two blades, she thrusted both of them down towards the ogre’s eyes.
@ProPro
...Were we supposed to do that?
...Were we supposed to do that?
Saria sat on the sandy shore, the details of her last fight coming back to her. She felt the familiar insanity, the alien architecture surrounding her, seemingly closing in on her as the brawl went on, and the little girl who transformed herself into a towering, bulbous mass of wretchedly terrible flesh and sinew.
Who knew that transforming into an even bigger, slower monster was a bad idea? Saria could practically read Cythla’s attacks like a book, and could attack the monster with ease. The only downside was that killing her took upwards of half an hour, slicing at the flesh and dodging attacks, eventually making so many cuts to the thing’s head and eyes that it simply died.
After killing her, Saria recalled stumbling out of the massive room and back into the alien city, tripping and falling on the non-euclidean stones. She didn’t recall how long she was there, but she remembered her mind starting to turn on her, wanting her to turn the red blade on herself. She resisted these urges, and persevered until she miraculously ended up back at her boat.
She had never rowed so fast in her life.
By the time she’d gotten back to shore, her mind was still scrambled; the only thing carrying her along was the drive to get away from that… place. The puzzling part was, however, the fact that once she had gotten back to shore, she turned to look at the city, but it simply wasn’t there. Not even a shimmer.
Expectedly, this whole ordeal only heightened Saria’s fear of the water.
Now, with the phylactery buzzing to life, Saira heard the familiar voice yapping through its microphone, talking about such things as “explosions”, “echoes”, and “factions”. The voice also mentioned artifacts the other warriors received, but Saria never received any such artifact.
Most likely landed somewhere in the water, or maybe even the strange city. Oh well, I’ll have to make do without one, I suppose.
She also noticed that the beach was now positively flooded, the docks only about a foot above water. She turned towards the city, its massive buildings higher than anything Saria had ever seen back in her time. The roads were flat, not a speck of dust present. Bright colors flashed out at her, various signs and posts advertising pointless things.
She heard the announcer say something about “linking” phylacteries so that the warriors could talk to each other preemptively. Saria couldn’t pass up on such a tempting opportunity.
To know an opponent was to take control of them, and using the information gained, the warrior may commence building their battle plan.
Saria recited the quote from the Silverlocke War Manual, a book ingrained into the fibers of her very being. It was, in essence, the Silverlocke Bible because they had studied it so much to the point of it being their entire belief system, unable to be shaken from her soul.
She clicked the Phylactery, hearing another buzz.
“Link my phylactery to my opponent’s.”
The word “phylactery” seemed to dance on her tongue, but at the same time twisted it. She waited for an answer, but at this point, there was only one thing to do, and that was to go deeper into the city and explore. Most likely, her opponent walked the streets, the same as her.
Who knew that transforming into an even bigger, slower monster was a bad idea? Saria could practically read Cythla’s attacks like a book, and could attack the monster with ease. The only downside was that killing her took upwards of half an hour, slicing at the flesh and dodging attacks, eventually making so many cuts to the thing’s head and eyes that it simply died.
After killing her, Saria recalled stumbling out of the massive room and back into the alien city, tripping and falling on the non-euclidean stones. She didn’t recall how long she was there, but she remembered her mind starting to turn on her, wanting her to turn the red blade on herself. She resisted these urges, and persevered until she miraculously ended up back at her boat.
She had never rowed so fast in her life.
By the time she’d gotten back to shore, her mind was still scrambled; the only thing carrying her along was the drive to get away from that… place. The puzzling part was, however, the fact that once she had gotten back to shore, she turned to look at the city, but it simply wasn’t there. Not even a shimmer.
Expectedly, this whole ordeal only heightened Saria’s fear of the water.
Now, with the phylactery buzzing to life, Saira heard the familiar voice yapping through its microphone, talking about such things as “explosions”, “echoes”, and “factions”. The voice also mentioned artifacts the other warriors received, but Saria never received any such artifact.
Most likely landed somewhere in the water, or maybe even the strange city. Oh well, I’ll have to make do without one, I suppose.
She also noticed that the beach was now positively flooded, the docks only about a foot above water. She turned towards the city, its massive buildings higher than anything Saria had ever seen back in her time. The roads were flat, not a speck of dust present. Bright colors flashed out at her, various signs and posts advertising pointless things.
She heard the announcer say something about “linking” phylacteries so that the warriors could talk to each other preemptively. Saria couldn’t pass up on such a tempting opportunity.
To know an opponent was to take control of them, and using the information gained, the warrior may commence building their battle plan.
Saria recited the quote from the Silverlocke War Manual, a book ingrained into the fibers of her very being. It was, in essence, the Silverlocke Bible because they had studied it so much to the point of it being their entire belief system, unable to be shaken from her soul.
She clicked the Phylactery, hearing another buzz.
“Link my phylactery to my opponent’s.”
The word “phylactery” seemed to dance on her tongue, but at the same time twisted it. She waited for an answer, but at this point, there was only one thing to do, and that was to go deeper into the city and explore. Most likely, her opponent walked the streets, the same as her.
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