TuxedoGreymon chapter 11 . Apr 16
How do you think Guts would do in a Dark Souls world? I'd imagine it wouldn't be all that different from his regular life.
Nivlac: I personally think he would stomp the basic monsters and have a pretty easy time fighting the bosses. Maybe they would be more of a challenge for him but idk.
Guest chapter 11 . Apr 12
Nice update but next time take a shorter boat trip please.
Nivlac: I am shameful I know.
Neema Amiry chapter 11 . Apr 12
Badass
Nivlac: Assbad
jacoby966 chapter 11 . Apr 11
I was told to review, so.
GEWD
Nivlac: Yeet
Pacer287 chapter 11 . Apr 11
Thank goodness I got the random urge to check this page.
Nivlac: Shaaa dood.
Doomkiller10 chapter 11 . Apr 11
ITS ABOUT GODDAMN TIME YOU POSTED. Naw I'm kidding. Everybody has busy lives nowadays (Exhibit A being Yours Truly) so its just good to see an update from you.
Interesting chapter... Sucks to see Guts has to leave the Shepherds, but I certainly agree that its for the best.
Now... I wonder how his one man crusade against Gangrel will go? Time will see...
Keep me posted :D
Nivlac: Posted big daddy.
rc48177 chapter 11 . Apr 11
RARRRGGGGHHHH!
Nivlac: HHHEEEEERRRNNNNGGGGG!
Le Mighty Nooby chapter 11 . Apr 11
Another well done chapter... though I can't remember when were Pippin and Rickert added into the story... or are they characters from Fire Emblem?
Meh...
Thanks for the chapter!
Nivlac: Pippin is from Berserk, he's the big nigga with the mace, and Rickert is a character from fire emblem, he's the little nigga with the book.
Lunatic-Over'9000'Lord chapter 10 . Apr 8
Puck... He remembered something else just as he was falling asleep...
Also, it seems that the inability to come up with good names for weapons runs in the family... (Pointy Demon Spanker, anyone?)
Nivlac: First, thanks for leaving so many reviews you sexy bastard, and yes it does.
Lunatic-Over'9000'Lord chapter 9 . Apr 8
You know, you could've had Kellam say "He... saw me." as he was hit...
Is that enough for me not to get demon horse raped?
Nivlac: Yes it is. And I kind of feel ashamed of myself for not coming up with that one first. That would have been so fucking funny. Also, you lefts a LOT of reviews, so yes, brand of Exalt and the Brand of sacrifice are in opposite eyes. Lol.
He cleaved through at least five per swing. Well, that was at least the average. Occasionally he would only get four or sometimes five. He hadn't been able to count how many times he had swung the Dragonslayer, but he was definitely in the hundreds now when it came to the body count of the demons that he had slain tonight.
Leaving the Shepherds did in fact seem to be one of his better decisions, if he had stayed with them, they wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance against these endless waves. It wasn't just skeletons either. Possessed animals, Living trees, and even the ghosts of previous battles attempted to end his life. His brand stung with intense pain, but he shut that out, instead swinging again, and again, occasionally cleaving a tree in half and causing it to fall on some of the other enemies.
It had been like this for a week now; the only time for rest was during the day, out of the darkness. That slowed him down rapidly, considering how he could only find time to sleep during the day. Whenever night fell, he always fought going forward towards his goal, the Plegian seat of power.
It didn't matter how long it would take, if he killed Gangrel before Chrom and the others appeared, the monster wouldn't have an opportunity to kill any of them. Then he would be on his way towards Rosanne. He wondered if the monsters would stalk him out over the ocean.
Most likely. He wouldn't put it past these bastards to learn how to swim just to get to him.
Guts didn't like how unrelenting these creatures were, well, he didn't really like anything about them in the first place. If they hadn't been hounding his every step, he could have had Gangrels head on a platter right about now. He needed to find a horse, maybe he should have taken one before leaving the Shepherds, but then again, it ran the risk of becoming possessed.
For some reason Guts particularly hated the idea of a demon horse.
He hated demons already, but the thought of a horse becoming one really got on his nerves. The cool air of the night bit at his exposed skin and the smell of fresh leaves invaded his nostrils. The moonlight shone down on him, almost a full moon, but not quite, there was another day or two before that at least.
Guts swung again, taking another step forward. Every swing equaled another step.
He was getting tired of this, but it felt very familiar to him, as if he'd been living this kind of life for years.
By time day broke, he had walk-fought about two miles worth of demons. He needed to find a way to pick up the pace. The spirits floated up from whatever they possessed to attack him when the sunlight touched their bodies, and then they vanished.
"See you tonight." Guts said, disdain in his voice.
He took a couple of deep breaths, and then sheathed his sword at his back. Guts put one foot in front of the other, and repeated that pattern for another mile before breaking into a full on sprint. He had to make it.
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Lucina looked down at the large boot prints in the earth beneath her. He came this way, she was sure of it. Guts was relatively easy to track, she just had to follow the mangled bodies of the demons he slew and his armored boot prints. She knew how this story would end; Lucina knew that Guts didn't need her following after him.
He killed Gangrel before her father even showed up with the Feroxi army, but that didn't stop Gangrel from ripping Emmeryns head off and placing it on a stick before Guts reached his fortress. If Lucina could speed up his process of actually arriving there, then maybe it could avert the event of the eclipse. The best way to do that required her to actually… well, talk to him. That wasn't exactly an issue per say, it was just… a bit odd speaking to her father figure when he was young.
The fact that he was missing his beard that the older version of him had made her less comfortable. That was actually the least of her concern; she just didn't want Guts to ask her any questions. It had been a while, but she suspected if he did that, she may start to cry. She took a deep breath. Just avoid answering the questions that may be asked, and save the future.
"No, it's from the left, when I strike from this way, you have to strike this way. Got it? Alright, let's try again Lucina."
"Got it!"
"That a girl."
Lucina smiled. That was right, save the future.
Save her father, her mother, and well… her other father.
She couldn't waste any time, even a minute late, and Emmeryn could be dead, no time to spend day dreaming. She darted forwards, following in her other father's footsteps. She wouldn't be a burden this time.
A part of her wondered as to why she didn't just… well, kill Robin. That would definitely put an end to the eclipse, but if she did that… she wasn't sure if Chrom would be able to defeat Walhart. There was also the matter of her two friends which would cease existing should she slay him. Those were the only two factors that were staying her hand.
Unless… perhaps time travel doesn't work that way. Maybe she could kill Robin, and they would still exist. She wasn't about to risk them though.
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Finding something to eat in the desert wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. Sure, Guts wasn't expecting any 'desert deer' or anything like that, but at least a non-poisonous scorpion or something that wasn't a cactus. He still had some hard tack in his bag, but that stale old bread could only take you so far.
This however, was the least of his worries. It was almost sun down, and he still had one or two day left before he would even be able to see the Plegian capital city. Which meant that he would have to fight through even more hoards of demons that would slow him down. He drew his sword once he heard the sounds of footsteps shifting in the sand behind him. He swiftly turned with his sword drawn out in front of him, and was surprised to see Marth standing across from him.
She held some sort of paper in her hand with strange foreign letters on it.
"Take this." She said, approaching him.
Guts lowered his sword.
She held her right eye closed, and her eyes were drawn more towards the ground. She raised it to him, and he sheathed his sword, gripping the paper.
"What is this?" He asked her.
Marth looked up to Guts, her eye almost looked watery. She took a deep breath.
"It'll ward them off. I had a friend of mine make it… I ran into him in a village not far from here. He didn't want to come with me though. Just keep it on you at all times. It'll make your journey faster." She said, turning around.
"Wait a second." Guts told her. "Why are you helping me, and how did you know about what I was doing?"
She said nothing, and continued to march off. Guts looked down at the paper, and then back up to Marth, who was marching away. There was something familiar about her, aside from the armor and the brand she hid in her right eye. The way she carried herself, standing tall, but looking as if she had the world on her shoulders.
He looked back down to the paper, and opened his satchel, placing it inside. He turned around, and began running once more towards his goal. No time for standing around, he had places to be.
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Emmeryn slowly opened her eyes, them being blurry with pain. She had failed, Ylisse had fallen to Gangrel. Ylisstol didn't even last a day before Gangrel's forces charged through. She looked up, and saw a man in a red cloak standing on the other side of the cold stone room. He stood next to a thick wooden door with no window, and a round handle.
She tried to stand up, but noticed that her arms were restrained by cast iron cuffs chained to the wall. She looked down, her gown in tatters and stained with dirt.
"Gangrel will kill you himself come tomorrow." The man said, his pale skin seemingly glowing in this dark room.
Emmeryn shook her head.
"Why…" She muttered, barely having the energy to speak, her throat felt like hot fire.
"Because he hates you, he hates Ylisse, and he wants to destroy you and everything you love. I do offer a way out." He said, rubbing his chin.
"What?" She asked him.
The man grinned.
"I will give unto you a gift. When your friends arrive, you will use it. You will sacrifice them and gain the power to cast down Gangrel and save Ylisse. I care not for this place, ruin it as much as you like. Gangrel is not even a true apostle, that Behelit I gave him was weak. What I will give you is much more powerful." He produced a green egg shaped necklace from his sleeve, and threw it to her, it landed at her legs, and she frowned.
Sacrifice her friends?
"It's an option. A way to live. Think about it. I'm leaving now; I have other business to attend to." He said, opening the door and shutting it on his way out.
Emmeryn stared at the thing, and eventually that turned into a glare.
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Guts took a deep breath, and looked up at the castle. His brand stung ever slightly, and he knew that Gangrel was there. The sand sunk beneath his feet, and the sun beat down on him, causing sweat to form on his brow. Next to the castle was an absolutely massive skeleton of a dragon. Larger than anything Guts had ever seen. Guts almost shuddered to imagine what it looked like alive; it was damn near the size of a mountain.
He passed through a village a few hours ago, and after a bit of eavesdropping, he discovered that Ylisstol had fallen, and Emmeryn had been taken prisoner in this very castle and was going to be executed sometime today. That meant he needed to get into the castle, kill everyone, and save Emmeryn.
Sounded simple enough.
Maybe if Chrom and the army showed up, they could back him up, but Guts couldn't afford to wait, he needed to get in there now. He willed his legs to move, which was hard to do considering how heavy he was on the ground, each step kicking up more and more sand.
He passed through another small town that led to the stone rampart that led up to the castle, the townsfolk stopping to gawk at the sprinting swordsman. He darted up the rampart, seeing that two Plegian soldiers stood guard at the iron palisade.
No time to waste.
He drew his sword, and using all of his momentum, and cleaved through the gate, splintering the flimsy metal before the guards even had a chance to react. He charged through his new entrance, ignoring the two men behind him that shouted for reinforcements. With each step, his brand stung further. A dirt courtyard full of troops stared at him, drawing their weapons.
Bowmen drew, and swordsman and axe wielders approached him. He held his massive blade towards them.
No time to waste.
Guts charged forward faster than a man with a sword that size should have been allowed, and cleaved through five men with a horizontal slash, their blood staining the courtyard and flying everywhere. He stabbed his dragonslayer through two men's torsos, and spun, flinging the bodies towards a group of archers that were beginning to fire arrows at him. The bodies knocked down about four of the archers, and Guts slashed again, cleaving through another three.
"Get the riders!" He heard a man yell.
"Get the King!" Another cried.
He slashed again, and again, blood covered the courtyard, and Guts had only just gotten started. They hadn't even been able to land a scratch on him yet. He went to go cleave another dozen men in half, when he felt himself get lifted up of the ground by his shoulders. He almost dropped his sword, but he maintained a grip. He looked up and saw that a wyvern had taken hold of him, and its rider was flying higher and higher. They were fifty feet in the air when Guts sunk his teeth into the wyvern's right ankle.
The beast let out an animalistic cry of pain, and Guts bit down harder. The taste of its irony blood filled his mouth. It let go of his right shoulder, and Guts lifted his sword, stabbing the beast through its long neck. Blood dripped down the blade of the Dragonslayer onto his bandaged hand, and he felt the blade slip out of its body. Along with that, he was falling towards the earth. He was even higher in the air when he was fighting Mael, this wouldn't kill him. He repositioned himself as best as he could, and let his sword lead the fall. He gripped the hilt of the blade with both his real and prosthetic arm, and put his feet on the broad part of the Dragonslayer where the grip and blade met.
It looked like he was on one of those toys he saw village children play on, he thought they were called pogo sticks.
The blade sunk into one poor individual below him, and as soon as motion halted, he jumped off of the hilt, kicking another Plegian in the face. When his feet hit the ground, he parried a sword aimed for his throat with his metal arm, and jabbed him in the throat. Guts heard his adams apple crack, and he dropped to the ground.
He quickly threw a knife into an incoming horseman's eye, causing him to fall onto the ground in a screaming fit of pain.
He grabbed the hilt of his blade and tugged, ripping it from the ground. Whatever remained of the man it landed off slid off, landing in the dirt with a wet splat. There was a moment of silence, the men around him had faces resembling that of a kicked puppy, and their eyes looked as if they were simple animals, full of fear of the predator before them.
He caught a glimpse of a few men fleeing near the back. It wouldn't be long before he destroyed their morale. He swung again, causing more to flee as more decapitated body parts were flung through the air. He put a mad smile on his face; this would be over faster if they thought him a monster rather than a man.
He was taken from his thoughts when he saw a massive bolt of lightning appear from the sky, striking the middle of the group in front of him, sending soldiers flying away, either dead or screaming in pain. One man landed at his feet, a charred husk with no clothes, likely burnt off by the impact. Its eyes looked as if they had melted out of its skull. Guts looked up from the burnt corpse below him, seeing a man head and shoulders taller than the other men.
His immense size was enough to give him away immediately.
Tibbar had reappeared.
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Lucina gritted her teeth, and her eyes widened with fear. This wasn't supposed to be happening. Tibbar wasn't supposed to show up until much later! She watched from one of the watchtowers, which she had snuck into, dispatching its guard in the process. She had meant to watch the battle between Guts and Gangrels army, but she knew for a fact that Tibbar wasn't meant to be here now. Where was Gangrel? He should have showed up by now! The Plegian troops stepped away from the two of them, forming a circle.
She may have to intervene. She couldn't let her father die. Guts can handle an apostle on his own, but if Gangrel shows up as well, she was going down there; she just had to make sure that it would only be the two of them fighting for now. Guts may get hurt a little fighting Tibbar, but as long as he doesn't get overwhelmed if Gangrel shows up, then he'll win.
He always found a way to win.
"My lord! Who're those children you have there? Why are you covered in blood? What happened in Ylisstol!?"
"Don't worry about that right now. You need to get the three of them out of here now. Get to the coast, I'll stay on the path here and hold them off. Just leave a horse tied to a tree a mile up the road and I'll follow."
"Father is… Mother too…"
"There's no time to weep now kid, now go, all of you."
Her grip tightened on the grip of the Falchion.
Lol.
