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5th of February: I have once again rewritten the story to better it. Yes, I know I should just rewrite it before hand, but I have and yet I still can't be content with what I had.
Chapter One: Meeting Of Fate
11:21 A.M., Tuesday, 5th of July, 1836
The smell of burning wood, blood spilling out of the bodies of the living, the screams of those who are currently pinned down by those who represent disgrace, and the dying shouts of those who wish to protect their city was flourishing in Southtown.
It was especially prevalent at one of the bars in the innermost area of the city, with the entirety of the building itself being engulfed in flames created by man without the usage of natural resources, but instead the resources of the other plane.
The bartender himself was still alive, but after trying to escape with his wife and son, the brigands spotted them, the mage who started this leading them to slaughter the poor bastard.
Realizing what was going to happen, he grabbed his two loved ones and threw them into the river, allowing himself to become their shield both metaphorically and literally, his body being ignited by the first shot and the second killing him.
The poor child and mother floated away knowing that they had lost what was most dear to them, with the brigands sending a detachment of men to go fetch them, knowing very well that the woman was someone that Garrick desired.
Laughing his ass off like some sort of hyena, Garrick took out his axes, twirling the weapons in his hands with ease. Then, as a soldier of the town's militia began to rush him, one of the axes then became lodged within his head.
Taking it out, the blood coming out of the wound covered Garrick's hand, though he didn't seem too phased by it, just continuing his laughter as his men and himself continued their assault.
A barmaid made the sad and wrong choice of trying to push past him, instead being grabbed by the Plegian's hand and thrown onto the ground, finally being kicked right in the stomach by him.
"Die like the little bitch you are!" Garrick screamed with a disgusting passion, ripping apart the woman with great strength, her intestines starting to fall out as he began beating her with a relentless assault.
It may be considered immoral and horrifying, but to Garrick, committing the sin of murder without cause was just a regular Tuesday for him, which wasn't too far from the truth no matter how disturbing that thought was.
Ten of his personal unit began to laugh at the spectacle, three of them even beginning to rape one of the other barmaids, enjoying their cries with a sadistic pleasure, even giving out moans of excitement from the action.
When one of them pushed one of the men away, that said man slapped her back onto the ground. He then decided that she deserved much more, ripping off every shred of clothing on her body before hitting her with the butt of his spear, creating the noises of bruising and the breaking of bones.
One of the captured soldiers from the Plegian army from where this group came from managed to sneak away with some of the militia, the latter having a good feeling that the man who wasn't acting like a demon was on their side.
Upon seeing him however, the brigands went for him with a passion not seen with any of their other actions. In response, he shouted something to the defenders before deciding to hold them off, wanting to at least die with the knowledge that he saved a few lives in the process.
Going for Garrick first on the other hand wasn't the brightest move in hindsight, with the man's experience on the battlefield being more than enough to rip him in half upon two swings of his axes, bringing the infantry man down for the count.
The militia decided to take their chances in running, not wanting to waste whatever life that was lost in the defense to give them this chance.
The brigands gave chase, but due to the constant butchering and looting they've done so far, it was safe to say that the majority of them were fatigued, so when they heard Garrick's horn, they decided to allow them to flee.
Besides, it wasn't like the Ylissean military would be able to assist them now with the war with Plegia now becoming a losing cause, forcing all known forces to defend at the city of Louisina at the north, leaving this large town of five thousand to themselves.
In all honesty, it was the Plegian army that scared them. If they, especially the General of Antiquity, Kyzağan, found out that they were here, their overwhelming number of two hundred would be null and void.
They had discarded their armor in a nearby building in order to hide the fact that they were Plegian soldiers, but it wasn't like their former faction was here, so they didn't exactly think that through if thought about.
It didn't matter though, with the militia's lack of experience and skill making them easy kills, with the advent of them lacking any armor even better.
With the size of the garrison on the other hand, it did take them around eighty deaths in order to reign supreme, making them somewhat weary on the subject of enemy attacks, no matter how much stronger they were compared to the rest.
As Garrick walked down the path of the corpses, a frown grew on his face as a large gust of wind hit him. He wasn't superstitious, but it was quite ominous that such a sign would appear now of all times.
Shouting to everyone to hole up in the town hall, the men proceeded to leave the bar and the rest of the buildings, some of the smarter ones taking their lamellar along with.
12:10 PM, Tuesday, 5th of July, 1836
The sighting of smoke coming from the settlement was more than enough for Robin to indicate that what was going on had to be on the scale of a military siege, but with the lack of either army at the area, brigands was the more believable explanation, even though the idea of such a large group was preposterous.
Unsheathing his dagger, he made his way through the unguarded front gate, checking his surroundings to make sure that no one would kill him.
With no one actually coming for his head, he proceeded to walk towards the smoke. As he managed to get closer, he started to realize just how large the damage was when he saw ten buildings simultaneously fall apart due to fire and vandalism.
There was also some corpses, most of them already burnt up from the flames, making Robin sick to his stomach by the horrid stench that was omitting from the bodies. He soon forced himself to keep moving, even though a part of him knew how idiotic that sounded.
After a few minutes, he managed to get to a dock of some kind, though all of the boats were unsurprisingly enough on fire as well, though there did seem to be a couple soldiers and citizens holed up in a nearby building mostly made of stone.
Upon spotting him, the militia soldiers pointed their spears at Robin, not entirely sure what to make of him. Before any action could be given, all beings in the immediate area turned to face the noises from running.
They looked as if they were a part of the militia, with Robin's thought being proven when the others rushed to greet them, only to find that their ally had died in the effort to protect them from meaningless death.
Seeing the mood here a bit depressing for too many reasons, Robin walked into the building to see the sight of around a hundred citizens clutching their wounds, even more children weeping in the corners of the building.
Shaking his head at the misery, a man dressed in plate armor pointed his sword at him, his glare making even Robin flinch in fear, the dagger in his hand now pointed at said other.
As soon as this was seen by the rest, the entire room was filled with the shouts and cries of the citizens, the militia being forced to calm them all down, though it was far easier said than done.
Deciding that killing their stronger looking soldier would be a crime in itself, Robin sheathed his weapon, holding his arms in the air in order to give the message to the other, to which he was pleasantly surprised when he sheathed his sword in response.
"Okay then," began Robin. "May ask of you good sir to tell of me of your blight, especially seeing how many of you seem to be not only on edge, but I hate to break the new, but I think a couple of your neighbors have sadly lost the ability to see the light of day."
The armored man pondered for a minute before responding. "All right then, seeing how you haven't even tried to go for my throat yet, you seem to be a better man than those bastard Plegians are. The name's Fabian Mercutio. Yours?"
"Robin. Robin Fälhiir of Plegia, so no offense, but even if these men are in fact Plegian by origin, I would discourage the thoughts of these brigands being a part of our luxurious empire, as I wouldn't think of a rapist from Ylisse a Ylissean."
Taking his request with some conscious, the man soon gained an idea, though if was a long shot with the fact that they've just pointed blades at each other, but went with it none the less.
"Robin, may I ask of you to calm those men if you actually come from Plegia. I know how this is going to end, but I just need to take whatever chance I can in order to have these men leave this town, no matter how pathetic it is."
"Yeah, no," Robin bluntly responded, seemingly insulted by the request. "I already told you that these men are no men of Plegia, so I wouldn't think that my words would do anything to them, though if they were soldiers that deserted, the effect might be different, but might not enough to actually make them leave."
Fabian looked at him curiously, not entirely sure what he meant by that statement. The idea that the Plegians would go after deserters instead of their own armies is quite surprising, but it was also the fact that this man gave away that he was not only a Plegian, but a man connected to the military in some way.
Proceeding the conversation with some hesitation, the two began to discuss what in the hell was going on in this town and who was leading this raid, only for a large light to engulf the entirety of the town.
Everybody, man, woman and child came running out to check the light; many were blinded as soon as they left, though it did start to dim after a couple of seconds passed by, revealing a massive gate of some kind.
Before they could get a proper look, great balls of fire peppered out of the sky, landing onto the buildings that were ironically not on fire, increasing the damage of the town to an extent that it made what was seen at the front child's play.
Everyone bailed for the building or water, some sadly being hit by those said fireballs, Robin and Fabian being one of those said people. They were close enough to the water in order to put it out, but the pain was searing through them.
One of the mages ran towards them with a staff, treating their wounds by dulling the pain and repairing the burnt tissue, though some of the skin failed to come back. It was far better than they expect though, so they thanked the man, dragging him into the building to shield themselves from the calamity.
A couple more seconds passed by with the people praying to their Gods that they would show some mercy onto their souls, not understanding why reality was being so cruel with them on this day, only for the onslaught to final dull down.
The flames were even more in number, but it was finally over. The gate soon reappeared, with Robin being the first one to take a gander at it, with its appearance being more than enough to explain what it was to him.
It resembled an eye in some regards, with some ancient runes from times before the Tragedy of Beginnings, the light being less blinding than majestic by this point and time, though something was now poking its head out of it.
That thing soon multiplied in number, with almost forty of them popping out of the gate. They looked like humans, though there was something off to Robin, but if he didn't feel such a thing, than he might as well be considered a psychopath.
One of those things managed to land head first onto the pavement right in front of the group, its body twitching. Upon closer inspection, they found its skin to be gray in color, the armor on it while worn was of incredibly high quality.
Chains were wrapped around some of the bodies, giving them the feeling that it was a prisoner of some kind, or it was at least. When he saw the corpse up close, Robin's eyes bulged out in manic fear, screaming out to the rest to move back.
Taking out his dagger, he lunged, only for it to get up at not only at incredible speeds, but also push him back, the weapon being thrown right into the river, never to be wielded again by the Plegian.
Fabian and a couple others went for it, but it showed great strength and endurance, taking three blows simultaneously and pushing all men back with one fatal swoop of its arming sword.
Deciding to take a risk, Robin lunged once more without his weapon, grabbing the thing by its waist to pin it down. Before it could pierce Robin's flesh with its weapon, Fabian's sword soon found itself lodged in its head, the lack of blood coming out being somewhat unsettling as the red eyes become nonexistent and the black smoke giving a chilling feeling physically.
Taking a deep breath after getting off the body, he soon felt a grin when the body evaporated, becoming nothing more than water for the cloud, though Fabian soon saw his face, soon questioning him on it.
Before he could say anything, a large amount of screaming soon got their attention instead. They looked around to see where it was coming from, but there was no one who seemed to be in a state of panic, or at the very least as much panic.
From what they can hear, it was a woman, so they made sure they didn't skim over any females. As far as they could see, it wasn't any of them, though then again, the screaming seemed to be coming from above.
Finally looking up, Robin soon found himself directly under someone else, the impact of the blow being enough to make him start hearing things, such as broken ribs and the cracking of the stone beneath them.
Before he could question whoever that was, they ran off towards the middle of the town where the majority of the fires were. Fabian tried to stop them, but was pushed back with ease onto the floor.
His eyes twitching, Robin then proceeded to ask, "Who in the Gods' names was that woman?" he said with great distaste, his hand already picking up the sword left behind by the mysterious entity that was killed earlier.
"I could say the same about you, but I don't think it will take too long for you to explain," Fabian noted dryly. The two got onto their feet and dusted off their apparel, Robin also taking the sheathe and belt of the being for himself, removing it from the armor left behind.
"In all honesty, I can't for the life of me understand what you mean," retorted Robin. "Besides, you don't want to know who I am. Trust me, it would only end up with you at the gallows."
Fabian shrugged in response, not entirely sure what he meant, but with everything that's happened so far decided to actually take this with a grain of salt. One of the militia ran up to him and whispered something into his left ear, catching him off guard.
Turning to face Robin, he then became visibly shocked when the man started to run off towards the center, the bronze blade still in the man's hand. He himself just pushed passed the militia that tried to stop him, resembling the person that passed by earlier.
Fabian sighed in exhaustion, still not entirely sure what to make of all of this. "Infantry, get into private units and get ready to march into the town!"
Before any of the townsfolk could stop him from abandoning them, all of the militia snapped into action in a second, getting into formation with their spears before preparing to leave for the center to follow the two.
"Sir, your steed," one of the men told Fabian, holding onto the leash of the stallion standing behind him. The brown skinned horse stood above the rest of the men, its size being incredible even if it was an Archanean Mountain Stallion.
Mounting the creature, Fabian then pointed his sword towards the innermost region of the town, signaling the march towards the to be battlefield.
12:25 PM, Tuesday, 5th of July, 1836
"By the Gods aren't you a faster little bugger..." muttered Robin. He could feel his legs giving way, though seeing how he's been running for five minutes straight, it was somewhat understandable, though the average farmer may say otherwise.
The woman on the other hand was as fast as a young horse, sprinting past the buildings with an energy Robin could only describe as one of a veteran soldier, though even that might be underselling it to a point.
They've already passed by three of the mysterious beings, with the woman cutting down one of them in less than ten seconds, but it took him almost half of one minute to just hold off a single one.
He's luckily used some shortcuts that conventionally led him to her, but her never ending energy and stallion speed was just too much, making this chase rather useless and mostly one sided, though a part of him refused to give in.
If she fell out of the gate as he hypothesized, then that would change the entirety of his coming to the Republic, though he would only find out if she would just take a break, but as was the pattern for the last five minutes, it wasn't happening.
He crossed his fingers that in a couple of minutes she'd pass out, but she hasn't even panted that much so far. It was just absurd that she had this much energy to spare, nevertheless the ability to deal with those things with such ease, but she just did.
However, his prayer's were answered, but it did come with a price. Upon stopping, he not only tripped on a randomly placed rubble from the fireballs, but there was also the smell of death incredibly nearby.
Upon looking up, he figured out what was going on in a quick fashion.
The brigands by this point were now engaged with the mysterious entities, each man struggling to hold them off, with the hundreds of bandits being forced to take on forty or so monsters of unknown strength, though if he could just confirm that they were who he thought they were, it might make things a bit easier.
Well, maybe not, but he still really wanted to know. He had a right to know about them with the multiple attempts on his life being more than enough for said information.
The woman was pushed back to his position when three of the brigands stabbed and swung at her with their short spears, their experience showing even against this terrifying woman.
She started to gain the upper hand, but one swing from Robin's arming sword was enough to give her the message that she wasn't alone. As one of them fell, she took out the other two with rapid success, both men falling onto their knees in pain.
Robin finished them off with a messy swing, their faces being ripped apart by the blade as the both of them were sprayed in the blood of their victims, though neither seemed too phased by it.
Turning to face Robin, she started to thank him, but was surprised when he ripped off her mask and ruined her hairdo, fully revealing to the world of what she truly was, or at the very least what she was born as.
Before she could respond to his action, he decided to do something once more, this time in the form of a slap on the face, the woman forced back by the sheer strength in the blow. She could swear that it cause the swelling of her face with only one whack, but it wasn't visible, though it still stung like hell.
"Yeah, I know that it's not quite the greatest introduction a man must give another, but hey, I do feel a lot better now," smirked Robin. "And before you retort back, let me remind you that you fell on me first, so I think I deserve this."
It took everything in her to stop herself from butchering the man in front of her, but decided against it, instead gripping onto her golden sword and charge towards the fight that had started to dim down, with Robin following by her heel.
By the time they got to the battlefield, there was a distinct lack of the mysterious beings, with the brigands themselves only numbering around twenty men, every last one of them exhausted from the fight.
Before either side could engage the other, the shrieks of a woman caught both Robin and the woman's attention. Looking behind the wall of brigands was a fatter yet more muscular one, a nude woman and child behind him with bruise marks on their bodies.
Robin swore he saw her draw blood just from clenching her teeth in anger, but decided not to focus on the person next to him and how he was going to reprimand the man that failed to deserve the title of Plegian, that is if he could even be considered one.
"All right then sheepy, sheepy! Come to the slaughter!"
The brigands charged first, the majority of them wielding spears with the occasional scimitar, but the woman dodged the first charge and took out two of them in her own attack, though she was nicked in to shoulder from of them.
Robin was grazed by one of their swords, drawing blood on his forehead, but killed the man in retaliation. Taking that man's sword, he swung his bronze sword for the final time as the weak sword broke upon impact with a spear's shaft, though he now had an iron sword in replacement, one he had some experience with.
Swinging the scimitar at the brigands, he pushed a few of them back, but the overwhelming number was enough to throw him onto the ground of the floor. Before he could get back up, a bolt of a crossbow narrowly missed him.
Looking up at the large building that he guessed was the town hall, he saw ten crossbowmen not seen earlier with a mage leading them, every last one of the firing a volley from their respective weapons.
Grabbing one of the infantry, Robin used him as a meat shield, the man screaming in utter agony as he was shot with under a dozen bolts and was ignited into a fiery mess, leaving the corpse nearly unrecognizable as a human.
The woman assisted Robin by taking one of the men by surprise, but Garrick was already upon them, swinging his twin axes with great power, sending her back a few meters with one swing.
It was so powerful that she fell onto her behind, being forced to block his offense with her sword, though it was clear to all that defense was not her strong suit, still fighting as if she was on her feet while defending.
Getting up, Robin once again dodged the ranged weaponry and went for Garrick, but the eighteen or so men weren't dead, instead still trying to kill him for good, and while they weren't as strong as he was, their resilience was more than enough for Robin to give them his respect if they weren't murdering rapists.
Before he could get stabbed to death by the number of spears, a javelin found its mark inside the body of one of the enemy infantry. Turning his head towards the right, Robin felt a sigh coming out of his mouth in relief upon seeing Fabian and the militia.
That said man spurred his horse to charge the men, his steel sword shining in the light of the sun. Half of the infantry got ready for him, managing to stab the horse with at least four of the spears to take it down.
As if the Gods were laughing at them, the horse failed to die and instead went berserk, killing five of them before actually going down for good.
Leaping off of his mount, Fabian hacked at the brigands, and while he wasn't as skill as Robin or the woman, he was indeed enough to push his way through the crowd and slash at Garrick, though the man blocked it with his axe.
The woman managed to kick him off of her, but he got back onto his feet with great speed. He looked around to see how many of the militia and his own men were left before grabbing his horn attached to his belt and using it, giving his men the signal for retreat.
The crossbows and the mage above started to sprint for the back of the building, the sounds of shattering glass and the stomping noises of them running catching Robin's attention. The rest of the spear infantry also fled, with the militia picking off two of them before Garrick managed to also get away, his strength sadly proving too much for the three.
Fabian and his militia decided to chase after them, not wanting any of the remaining citizens to the west to suffer at the hands of those monster, though both the woman and Robin stayed behind, too tired to even move.
They stayed silent for a bit before Robin broke the silence by giving her his hand. She turned to face him only to be greeted with a grin on his face, a bewildering sight to say at the least.
"The name's Robin madam. Now then, I want to ask of you two things. One, were those Risen, and two, why did they and you fall out of the Outrealm Gate?"
Robin had to admit that he started to burst out laughing after seeing her face in shock soon after, his stress from the battle disappearing in an instant soon after.