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yes hello, bit early for the annual return but alas. Something something wizard arrival time
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yes hello it's time for my annual return
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"Mother, I crave violence." // "Son, it's Tuesday."
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I wonder if stubbing your toe is the real life equivalent of rolling a natural 1 on dexterity?
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If you haven't seen it yet, do yourself a favour and watch Arcane. I'm suffering from serious post-series depression from it
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The mud splashed loudly beneath the hooves of the horse that stormed through the night. The Heroshidan quickly peered over his shoulder, his breath fast and heavy. He could still sense the lights in the distance, the sea of fire resting calmly by the end of the forest. With a gulp he turned his head back towards the way of the Dorochai Fort. The horse galloped onwards, until the fort was finally in sight. Quickly the gates were opened, and the scout trotted inside, catching his breath just as the comrades were approaching him eagerly. The faces all had hope on them, though fear of his words were hidden in between. Reluctantly, the scout shook his head, before talking to the officer.
“Hundreds. They’re prepared for siege and a full army. They’re not going to stop at the Fort.”
He said, sighing. In return, the Officer grimaced, before nodding. “The tunnels are prepared. Should all go wrong, we’ll retreat through them.” A voice interrupted him, before he could continue.
“If?! They have hundreds! What do we have? Forty? Fifty? We can’t hold more than an hour!” A young man shouted, sounding defeated already.
Mikasa observed the gathering in the square, furrowing her brows. The Fort was crucial, and the battle seemed impossible. But as she stood and watched, it was still the City her mind went to. Her mother, brothers and Naria were probably worried out of their minds. The news had to have reached the townsfolk by now. A group of soldiers scurried into the fort, breaking her line of thought as they did. They came with empty buckets, which they refilled with some liquid Mikasa could not make out what it was. But the last hour they had been going out there, pouring it on the ground.
“Approaching lights!” a shout came from the tower of the Fort, instantly making every man, and the only woman in the fort run about to their positions. Bows and crossbows were prepared, swords were drawn and silence once again overcame them. Mikasa peered over the wall, the sound of hundreds of horses and men marching towards them being dominant in the night. A heavy dullness rested on every shoulder within a few miles, with only the sound of strings being pulled within the Fort. Whispers came from a man, and spread to the end of the wall.
“Release as soon as they move.” They muttered besides Mikasa, who simply held the end of her blade, taking in a last breath before the storm.
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“Hundreds. They’re prepared for siege and a full army. They’re not going to stop at the Fort.”
He said, sighing. In return, the Officer grimaced, before nodding. “The tunnels are prepared. Should all go wrong, we’ll retreat through them.” A voice interrupted him, before he could continue.
“If?! They have hundreds! What do we have? Forty? Fifty? We can’t hold more than an hour!” A young man shouted, sounding defeated already.
Mikasa observed the gathering in the square, furrowing her brows. The Fort was crucial, and the battle seemed impossible. But as she stood and watched, it was still the City her mind went to. Her mother, brothers and Naria were probably worried out of their minds. The news had to have reached the townsfolk by now. A group of soldiers scurried into the fort, breaking her line of thought as they did. They came with empty buckets, which they refilled with some liquid Mikasa could not make out what it was. But the last hour they had been going out there, pouring it on the ground.
“Approaching lights!” a shout came from the tower of the Fort, instantly making every man, and the only woman in the fort run about to their positions. Bows and crossbows were prepared, swords were drawn and silence once again overcame them. Mikasa peered over the wall, the sound of hundreds of horses and men marching towards them being dominant in the night. A heavy dullness rested on every shoulder within a few miles, with only the sound of strings being pulled within the Fort. Whispers came from a man, and spread to the end of the wall.
“Release as soon as they move.” They muttered besides Mikasa, who simply held the end of her blade, taking in a last breath before the storm.
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Interested! Is it fine to do ones own little House? :]
The day passed on, and the constant sound of preparing troops were slowly taking its toll on Mikasa. She frowned at the sight, but did not protest. It was not in her place to do so, and no one would accept it even if she suggested it. There had been no words of reinforcements yet, and it would most likely be two days after the letter had been sent, that they would arrive. There was still at least a day, and the Fort could not wait. Mikasa had placed herself upon a crate, staring at the soldiers passively, as she sat there, with rags around her stomach and one around her forehead. The breeze waved through her dark hair, bringing a calming sensation to her. Calming as it could be, under the circumstances. The soldiers did not even give her a single gaze, being far too focused on the preparations. They had dug trenches all day, prepared spikes outside the Fort and stacked up on arrows.
The sky had cleared up. The few white clouds sitting lonesome in the blue sea above them. There had been no sightings of the Westerners, but everything was to be expected. Mikasa dwelled on the evening before, trying to make sense of what all of them had said. As the sun began to wander down, the noises dulled away. Silence overtook the Fort. Few men even spoke, but kept to themselves. No one spoke, indeed, but they all knew what was about to happen. They were few at the Fort, and had to count on the defenses to even stand a chance. But a chance there was, Mikasa convinced herself as she skipped away from the crates, walking up towards the wall. A man offered his hand for the final step, with a stern smile along with it. The Lady dipped her head as she pulled herself up with his aid, groaning. The landscape became darker by the minute, and thus, it was then she could sense it. Peace was about to be forgotten.
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The sky had cleared up. The few white clouds sitting lonesome in the blue sea above them. There had been no sightings of the Westerners, but everything was to be expected. Mikasa dwelled on the evening before, trying to make sense of what all of them had said. As the sun began to wander down, the noises dulled away. Silence overtook the Fort. Few men even spoke, but kept to themselves. No one spoke, indeed, but they all knew what was about to happen. They were few at the Fort, and had to count on the defenses to even stand a chance. But a chance there was, Mikasa convinced herself as she skipped away from the crates, walking up towards the wall. A man offered his hand for the final step, with a stern smile along with it. The Lady dipped her head as she pulled herself up with his aid, groaning. The landscape became darker by the minute, and thus, it was then she could sense it. Peace was about to be forgotten.
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With a gasp for air she forced herself unto the horse, huffing as she sat in the saddle. The horse trotted onwards, with the bleeding woman on top of it. Her hand was still locked on the wound, trying to cease the flowing blood much as she could. The time passed as she rode back towards the Fort, her eyes flickering every now and then. Mikasa did not have time to consider the events, not with the wound at her side. The gaze of the Swordmaiden wandered towards her stomach, causing a frown in the night. The Dorochai Point lit up with a few torches in the distance. She was close now, though it did not feel that way at all.
“Bring the mender!” One of the soldiers shouted, as Mikasa sat hunched over on her horse, barely staying awake after the loss of blood. A few men assembled around the courtyard, to catch a glimpse of the on-going events. The girl slipped off her horse as slammed unto the ground with a thud, barely staying conscious in the night. The faces of the people were blurry, and all their words mixed together in a stream of voices. Time was still hard to grasp, but she did feel the weight of her armour eventually being removed, and the sensation of a stinging liquid pressed against the wound. Mikasa caught the sight of some elder man, staring at her with a grim expression planted on his weary face.
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Her tired eyes admired the rays of the sun dancing through the glass window. The infirmary was less filled than the night before, almost only being occupied by Mikasa and a few other soldiers. She glanced carefully to her stomach, once again setting her eyes upon the bandage covering up the wound. The former night was still a blur to her, but she could at least make out the small bits and pieces that had planted themselves like a seed in her mind. The sound of steel and plate being treated could be heard outside, and Mikasa had been told they were preparing for another attack, should it happen. Moreso, she had had no say in the matter, much as she wanted to protest against another fight. But a wounded Swordmaiden, and a Lady at that, would not simply be tossed aside.
She wet her lips carefully, nudging her forehead before running a hand through her mildy messy hair. All she could do for now was look through the window, awaiting the inevitable
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“Bring the mender!” One of the soldiers shouted, as Mikasa sat hunched over on her horse, barely staying awake after the loss of blood. A few men assembled around the courtyard, to catch a glimpse of the on-going events. The girl slipped off her horse as slammed unto the ground with a thud, barely staying conscious in the night. The faces of the people were blurry, and all their words mixed together in a stream of voices. Time was still hard to grasp, but she did feel the weight of her armour eventually being removed, and the sensation of a stinging liquid pressed against the wound. Mikasa caught the sight of some elder man, staring at her with a grim expression planted on his weary face.
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Her tired eyes admired the rays of the sun dancing through the glass window. The infirmary was less filled than the night before, almost only being occupied by Mikasa and a few other soldiers. She glanced carefully to her stomach, once again setting her eyes upon the bandage covering up the wound. The former night was still a blur to her, but she could at least make out the small bits and pieces that had planted themselves like a seed in her mind. The sound of steel and plate being treated could be heard outside, and Mikasa had been told they were preparing for another attack, should it happen. Moreso, she had had no say in the matter, much as she wanted to protest against another fight. But a wounded Swordmaiden, and a Lady at that, would not simply be tossed aside.
She wet her lips carefully, nudging her forehead before running a hand through her mildy messy hair. All she could do for now was look through the window, awaiting the inevitable
@POOHEAD189
Oh, no. Not if you had something planned!
Yah, imagine there would be send search parties for both factions, resulting in reinforcement and the next battle, yeah?
The pain was searing in her stomach. She had barely managed to stay standing upon her feet, as her hand had also stormed to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Her gaze went to the man as he approached. She frowned at him, looking over her shoulder for the horse. Surprisingly, it had not fled yet. Behind the Swordmaster, Mikasa could see the crusader approaching. When she did not answer at first, Meldarion repeated his question. His gaze was cruel and of no compassion, piercing straight into the mind of the young Swordmaiden.
“Hrmph!” Mikasa started, as she looked towards her even bloodier hand. She looked up towards Meldarion, as she rose to full figure. “What does it matter to you?” She continued, seemingly with full intentions of interrupting Meldarion, should he decide to speak again. “He and I do not share the – Argh! Bloody-.. !” She cursed out at her stomach, scoffing heavily. “We do not share the same ideals.” But she stopped, looking down towards the dead man. “Did.”
Meldarion squinted his eyes at her, speaking again. “Why?” his voice had not changed, still inquisitive and cold. The Crusader had approached, looking at Mikasa with a hint of anger in his eyes. Gods, they had probably seen the fight, if they were here now. She sighed to herself, talking reluctantly. “There are some people who would rather see House Shuenaii in the ground.” Mikasa sighed, stuffing her fingers through the broken plate, pressing on the wound.
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“Hrmph!” Mikasa started, as she looked towards her even bloodier hand. She looked up towards Meldarion, as she rose to full figure. “What does it matter to you?” She continued, seemingly with full intentions of interrupting Meldarion, should he decide to speak again. “He and I do not share the – Argh! Bloody-.. !” She cursed out at her stomach, scoffing heavily. “We do not share the same ideals.” But she stopped, looking down towards the dead man. “Did.”
Meldarion squinted his eyes at her, speaking again. “Why?” his voice had not changed, still inquisitive and cold. The Crusader had approached, looking at Mikasa with a hint of anger in his eyes. Gods, they had probably seen the fight, if they were here now. She sighed to herself, talking reluctantly. “There are some people who would rather see House Shuenaii in the ground.” Mikasa sighed, stuffing her fingers through the broken plate, pressing on the wound.
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”You’re mad.” Mikasa whispered back at him, almost in shock as she spoke. Soka was standing dangerously close, with his sword resting in his hand. She could see the rage in his eyes, as he stood right before her. The limping man grinned at her, shaking his head. “I am not mad, dear Lady. I will be known as one of the few who started our path to victory. And you, you will be known as the catalyst that sparked it all.” Soka almost whispered at her, with a dark and gloomy voice. Mikasa hoisted up her blade, staring at the approaching man, with a clear intention in his gaze. With a sinister smile planted upon his bloody face, the cold blade by his side was raised up with determination to kill.
The cold battlefield below them was almost like wet mud by now. At least it felt as so to Mikasa, as if the ground had clawed into her feet, holding her in place. Still, her body took control, preparing for the worst. Soka continued his taunting, having his blade ready with the only good arm. “You are no better yourself. You cut them down just the same. You pretend to hold love for them, yet you fought them as well!” He almost shouted at this point, anger filling the air around the two. Mikasa’s breathing became quicker, as she felt the adrenaline beginning to surge throughout her veins. She spoke again, loudly and frustrated. “Don’t pretend like you know what I’ve done! I hold no love for them, but I do not want another war!” Mikasa barely finished her sentence, before Soka charged – or well, limped forward. The blades clashed again, and the cold steel blade found it’s way towards Mikasa’s stomach, digging through the armour and causing the woman to scream out in pain, as she almost helplessly attempted to defend herself.
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The cold battlefield below them was almost like wet mud by now. At least it felt as so to Mikasa, as if the ground had clawed into her feet, holding her in place. Still, her body took control, preparing for the worst. Soka continued his taunting, having his blade ready with the only good arm. “You are no better yourself. You cut them down just the same. You pretend to hold love for them, yet you fought them as well!” He almost shouted at this point, anger filling the air around the two. Mikasa’s breathing became quicker, as she felt the adrenaline beginning to surge throughout her veins. She spoke again, loudly and frustrated. “Don’t pretend like you know what I’ve done! I hold no love for them, but I do not want another war!” Mikasa barely finished her sentence, before Soka charged – or well, limped forward. The blades clashed again, and the cold steel blade found it’s way towards Mikasa’s stomach, digging through the armour and causing the woman to scream out in pain, as she almost helplessly attempted to defend herself.
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Mikasa stumbled backwards, barely staying on her feet. The crusader had collapsed on the ground, Mikasa’s attempt at stopping the bleeding being for naught. A swift sensation of guilt rushed over her, as she watched the lifeless corpse on the ground. She had killed before, yes, but it was years ago – and in war. Within her was a sea of emotions, a strange happiness that she had gotten away unharmed, but sorrow for ending a life, as it was not her intention. He was furious, and once again spoke of putting the blame on Heroshida. Along with the note in her pocket, the confusion grew within. A light sulking overcame the girl, perhaps without herself even noticing, as she stood there on the battlefield, surrounded by death.
Finally Mikasa looked up, at the sound of the approaching man. It was hard to see him in the dark, but the attire gave Soka away. He approached with heavy steps, silent in his arrival. The young girl grabbed her blade again, rising up as her temper followed suit. Furious, confused, angry, Mikasa could not quite decide. She wiped her face, letting lines of blood take their place upon it. She shouted out, her voice almost cracking as she spoke.
“Why?! Why would you do this?!” Mikasa spoke in her native language, barely getting a response from Soka. He stopped, looking to the dead crusader, and then back up at the woman.
“Would’ve spared me the trouble if those crusaders had not been so good-hearted. And if that one had done his job.” His voice was hollow and cruel, almost hissing towards Mikasa as he spoke. A grip tightening on the blade in his hand.
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Finally Mikasa looked up, at the sound of the approaching man. It was hard to see him in the dark, but the attire gave Soka away. He approached with heavy steps, silent in his arrival. The young girl grabbed her blade again, rising up as her temper followed suit. Furious, confused, angry, Mikasa could not quite decide. She wiped her face, letting lines of blood take their place upon it. She shouted out, her voice almost cracking as she spoke.
“Why?! Why would you do this?!” Mikasa spoke in her native language, barely getting a response from Soka. He stopped, looking to the dead crusader, and then back up at the woman.
“Would’ve spared me the trouble if those crusaders had not been so good-hearted. And if that one had done his job.” His voice was hollow and cruel, almost hissing towards Mikasa as he spoke. A grip tightening on the blade in his hand.
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