Chapter 12


Tanya

Well at least my headaches were making some sense now, because obviously the last world I was in made no sense whatsoever. Magic had been real apparently, not only had it been real but apparently I was a practitioner of it. There are still massive holes in my memory but apparently a lot of my time had been spent in some kind of military institution for magicians.

I had flashes of… well, war. A lot of war, looking suspiciously like something from a World War One movie. Trenches, muck and grime, explosions mowing earth and men alike, the smell of death, all of that had come through as well as formulas. Magical formulas.

I had to assume that my life had revolved around those, which is why they had broken through easier or I just wore through whatever was holding them back quicker than everything else. Either way I was now aware of the fact that magic was real.

Or at least it had been real in that world. I actually had no evidence that it was the exact same thing in this world that I was now dealing with, which was why I was not screwing around with the enhancement spells I remembered.

But what I did remember was that I needed a specialized tool which I did not have, and a way to pull the power in an item. That, though… That was not an impossible thing for me.

This was all very conjecture and theory, not particularly my strong suit as I preferred to be more certain about what I was working with. But I knew a few things about the way this world's magic was after basically using the rune beads to summon a wind storm to save my life.

So it was real, it did work, and it required focus items in order to be practiced in safety. Not too dissimilar from how magic worked in the last world. Instead of safety though the magic needed a focus item for power control. Both of them used a form of math based on runes. The runes used here on Fenris were more simplistic than the ones used in the empire but they were similar enough that they could be read interchangeably. If anything I believed that the wider 'vocabulary' of the empire's runes made it possible to have finer control of the magic than what was possible with Fenris' runes.

That was theory and it would take time to test that out, time I really didn't have and testing that I really didn't want to do. Fighting monsters, making a little money? That was all good, I wanted to retire. Learning magic had been a pastime that would hopefully unlock my memories, which it did, but this was the extent I had intended. All it had done was give me more questions than answers, something that I thought was going to be a repeating mantra as I tried to unlock whatever memories I had of my second life.

Execution though of this theory was going to be where we learned if I was smart stupid or dead, with the manpower of one of the divisions I was able to get the men building a catapult. Catapults were apparently uncommon but happened often enough that a few commanders were familiar with how they were built, plus I appeared to have knowledge on them. This knowledge hadn't come with a headache so I think this may have been whatever was programmed into the body, and I was leaning more and more towards 'programmed 'as time went on.

Either way, as the men worked on getting me the wood rope and hides and assembling it into a rudimentary catapult with basic wheels, I went to work gathering up huge stones. A few men helped me but few had sufficient muscles to work together to pull these things around. Thankfully I was strong enough that I could do it by myself for the most part. Once I had a collection of 10 or 15 of these stones I told priest Nafni to please make contact with the local runecrafters and see if they could get me a set of tools.

It took an afternoon but Nafni was able to secure me a set of stone-carving tools. From there it was all about engraving the runes into the stones, trying to make them mean something. The first stone took too long though, trying to use the empire's runes meant it was too complex and too difficult. So I switched over to the more simplistic version that was Fenris' runes for the next dozen or so.

Before long I had 15 stones that were supposedly set to explode once enough power was inputed into them and they hit something. How well that would work out, I wasn't sure. I didn't know how I was going to be able to transfer the power into them or if my theories on how magic worked in this world would be anywhere close to my ideas of how they worked in my last.

Come morning of the fourth day of the stalemate at the river I felt I had all the resources I needed to pull something.

The night before I set up the catapult just out of sight and set up the target area on the position where any enemy formation would want to be to contest a river crossing.

Then all I had to do was wait for morning. Said morning I had the housecarls approach the beach and prepare for a crossing. They had the biggest and heaviest shield so any archery that was targeted at them would be relatively well dampened and not as damaging. My theory on that would be put to test as the enemy archers went straight to work from the safety of their forest. Arrows started to come in and the enemy didn't move their forces forward to the river until my men were nearly knee-deep.

Most of the enemies looked like they had been asleep in the last few moments, it was rather early to be trying this but the earlier it was the more chaotic it would be. So as the three lines of enemy soldiers formed up, creating a wall of shields just at the edge of the river that would make it difficult for my man to complete the crossing, I was busy attempting to put power into the stones.

Trying to draw on magic power that I couldn't exactly feel was strange. In my last life the power had been within me, something I became intimately familiar with using over time. At least that had been my sense of it. This power felt like it was ambient, being drawn towards me by some unknown means, Pushing it into what I wanted it to be was slower than I would have liked. I also probably shouldn't have started with the Empire Ball, which is what I was calling the one that used the empire's runes, which was now giving me a headache as wondered what the empire was, but I managed to get it to feel like it would explode when it hit something heavy. Like the ground.

Carefully I picked it up and carried it over to the catapult which had been prepared by my men, laying it down in the scoop that would toss it into the enemy formation.

Taking a step back I nodded my head to the person I assigned as the commander of this operation, the adventurers' guild leader Styr.

Nodding back he gave a simple order to his men, who took a step back, before he pulled the lever, causing the catapult to launch the boulder high.

I had done the math last night on the exact amount of power and distance it would need to reach its target so I was a bit worried that in the end something would show a flaw in my mathematics. But I was never terrible at mathematics. The boulder flew true and crashed just behind the enemy formation. Being slightly off was to be expected considering that it wasn't exact science and it was a rather small target. It wasn't like I was trying to hit a fortress wall.

The boulder landed just behind the enemy formation and at first nothing happened, then there was a snap-hiss followed by a bright flash of light. My attempt to make an explosive ordinance had backfired as it appeared to have come out more like a flashbang. The fire from the Archer stopped as they appeared to have been blinded by the bright flash of light that had lit up the ground we were fighting over. It didn't help that beyond being early in the morning the sun was naturally a blue color and that light had been quite white.

Knowing that magic worked, and that the empire's textbook was not really going to work for the situation, I moved over and grabbed the next ball. Channeling the energy from around me into it only took a minute but in that minute the archers started to fire again into the Housecarl's as they continued to cross the river. Apparently they had had their shields up, which blocked the light as they continued to move, and the enemy formation had been facing the wrong way for the most part so it didn't affect those two forces.

Hopefully though the same would not be true for the next boulder as they placed it on the catapult, which was already being wound back into place. The design was rather rapid-firing in my opinion as it was in position and ready to fire again after 2 minutes. I simply nodded to the man at the controls of the catapult and the next shot was let loose.

This shot actually landed in the midst of the enemy formation, making me wonder if luck was on our side or if Styr had adjusted the shot in some way when I wasn't looking. I would have to ask later and see that he was rewarded for his efforts if he did.

Either way the rock landed in the exact middle of the formation, killing at least one man. Then it exploded in a thunderous bang, sending shards of rocks in anything else in all directions.

There was a momentary pause from the enemy archers and my own men who were attempting to cross the river as the central line of the enemy formation buckled, folding on itself. From where I was standing I could see many of them looking down at their former comrades, now reduced to wailing injured or piles of meat, in absolute shock.

To be expected. Explosives were not exactly a norm in Fenrisian combat, the real question is what would they do now they knew that something like this existed. Part of me hoped that realizing the enemy had superior firepower would cause them to run, it would save their lives in the meantime. After all what hope did they have if I could kill large swaths of them without even leaving my side of the river?

Unfortunately they did not appear to be ready to run, as they simply started to reform their line. As much as I hoped that overwhelming firepower would cause some sort of panic I had to remember that they were used to magic in one way or another. They knew this sort of stuff existed so they might be surprised about its way of delivery but they most likely were prepared for some casualties through supernatural means

Which meant this was going to be a little bit longer. As I began to prepare the next Rock I ordered the Archer, who had stayed relatively silent till now and hiding in the woods around me, to begin counter fire on their archers. I could have started them earlier but I wanted to give the enemy the idea that our archers were elsewhere so that they would be more open about where they were shooting from, which would mean the first few shots from my archers were directed at their counterparts with foreknowledge of their placement. They quickly got to work, firing their bows to bring down as many archers as they could, while I loaded up the next shot. It flew a little bit higher and landed behind the enemy formation, but considering this one was the more simplistic Fenrisian type it blasted nonetheless and cut down a large swath of men from behind.

Over the next 4 minutes two more rounds landed near their target, ripping up the enemy's line. At this point though it came apparent that I had a stockpile up and the counter-battery fire from my archers was being successful as the enemy formation on the shore began to fall back towards the tree line.

And opposed crossing is only really successful if you can stop them from even getting up onto the shore. Without those men there to stop my HouseCarls were able to finish the crossing and began moving towards the treeline, securing the area around the crossing. This was the signal that Alfgeirsson, my commander of blue, and Larlsson, commander of red and greens, had been waiting for and they began to cross themselves. The enemy fire was dwidling as they seemed to be retreating further into the woods. Most likely they had already realized they couldn't hold the bridge and were pulling back to their next position. What that position would be I didn't know but a crossing was a crossing.

As soon as the next two infantry units were across I sent the Wolf riders and my wolves as well as my adventurer guild scouts. I needed information on where the enemy was going and sending my trained scouts as pursuer units was the best way to find out what was going on.


Leader of the Wolf riders Authgrim Bardisson

"You know, sir… I had doubts about lady Tanya." The commander of the wolf scouts, Styr, said.

"Is that so?" I said as I looked through my monocular, an ancient relica dating back to my family's past when they were sea explorers. At least that's how the Legends went. Most relic items like this had a legend about them, about where they came from and how they came to be. Personally I just was glad to have something that gave me an advantage on trips like this; being able to see a good distance away and keep track of a target was unbelievably useful.

"Yes, sir. I thought she was going to be overhyped and overcautious. I mean sure she's big and seems to be able to command these wolves fine enough. But that's not combat experience. Just because she's out fighting monsters does not mean she knows how to fight a war. I go out there and fight monsters all the time and I know I don't know how to command in a war."

Styr was a mercenary hired from the local guild of monster hunters on our coast of Asaheim. He and men like him had been brought in because they were skilled at hunting in the wilderness and they had voted him to be their leader as he was the oldest of their group and had the most experience. Well, not old enough to be unable to learn new tricks as he'd taken quite well to riding a wolf and figured out how to fire his bow from their back easily enough.

"True, she does seem to have some sort of innate knowledge on how to make stratagems work. Wish someone could get more history out of her than 'I came from the mountain'." The mystery of Tanya was not one of the ones he was interested in, he did his job and he did it well, that's all that mattered to him. And as far as he'd seen that's all that mattered to her as they got on well enough, though she seemed to be a very private individual.

"Yeah, that's something. I do have to wonder where that innate skill comes from, cuz I don't think it came from Fenris. Any Fenrisian Commander worth their salt would have attacked across that River in separate locations to try and force at least one of them while tying down the other forces." He said as he rubbed the wolf absent-mindedly. One of the tricks Tanya had been engraving into them was that the wolves enjoyed companionship, this was a quick and easy way to build a rapport between them and the Wolf.

"Oh no. No, she just prefers to surprise the enemy with magic, still surprised that was a thing, and brute force punch across the river at one location, decimating a third or half of the army of her enemy in one go." The wolf scout leader continued as he too rubbed his wolf's ears.

"That's a pretty good summarization of situation, but wolf priests and rune priests are things. Perhaps she is a daughter of both their orders, some hidden love child of a pair of young priests who had been cast out that learned the skills of both?" He doubted that actually, but it was an interesting take on the possibility. The woman was way too private about her origins and he wondered if she'd ever open up about it.

"Okay then… Well, that explains the control of the wolves and the control of runes. Does not explain her military prowess though." Discount said as if that was still a pressing issue.

"I don't know, I think it does fairly well. She used her skills as a wolf to determine how her prey was set up and used their expectation of what a Fenris soldier would do against them as you said. A normal Fenrisian commander would have broken his formation up and tried to cross at all points, hoping to successfully push one area more than the other."

"Maybe… I don't know but the more I spend time around her the more orders she seems to give," Styr said with a shrug.

"Of course she gives more orders, she's a commander,"I countered, giving him an odd look and not exactly sure of what he meant.

"Not what I mean. When she started this campaign she was giving orders but they seemed more like she was starting to learn how to get orders. Now she's giving them as easy as a King would."

"Well a king expects their soldiers to be able to do what they demand of them, cuz they trust that their soldiers have trained to their expectations. She probably just better understands how to use each unit now."

"I don't know, man. It feels more like she knows what she's doing because she's done it before," he said, shaking his head in disagreement.

"Probably just residuals from controlling these wolves that she generously lets us ride." I said, reaching forward to pat the Wolf on its head. Before looking over at him and saying "But that doesn't matter. What's the info on the enemy formation? Where are they, what's going on?"

Styr sighed before answering. "My scouts have been tracking them and came in contact with the rear of the enemy formation earlier today. They are pressing hard for the next river, which is a day's march before them."

"So they want to try and pull the same stunt they pulled at this River, I assume. Not going to hold all us too long now that we know how to build those catapults and Tanya could obviously use those runes again."

"That's what I think too, though the river they're heading for only has one good forwarding location so they can concentrate. We know that because my scouts have been talking to the locals and they've given us a couple of good maps of the area. There is a bridge much further to the north but apparently it is currently occupied by an Ice Troll who decided that it would make a great home so he's currently living under it. I think neither one of our forces want to deal with that, too much chance for that to spill into something worse."

"Good. They'll get wrecked like they just were. We have catapults that send exploding ammunition, there is no way for them to hold a situation like that without something to counter it."

"That's my concern. I don't want to find out if they have something to counter it, do you mind if I propose a plan?"

I gave him a nod to continue, wondering why he had not brought this up to Tanya herself since she was in overall command. Though she was also with the main army, which was half a day behind us, so letting us have a little initiative wouldn't be that big of an issue I assumed.

"Well, it's quite simple: the enemy army will be at the ford by the end of tomorrow while we can be there by the end of the day. It would not be impossible to get around them, their are scouts are shit. I don't know who they hired, what band of morons they decided were going to be experts, but they're not. They're just not. We can navigate around them, get in front of them, and take the Ford."

"Okay but that puts 200 men against nearly a thousand. Those are those aren't exactly great odds and it deprives Tanya of her scouts."

"That deprives Tanya of her long-range scouts; she still has a hundred of my ground scouts with her so they won't be caught by surprise. As for the one-on-five odds I admit that's not exactly great except it's not one on five when you really think about it. Tomorrow that formation will be crossing the river after a long hard day's March. They will be tired, they will be worn out, and they will not be expecting to be fired on by arrows and then charged by a bunch of wolves as they're coming out of the water. We could cause a panic and maybe kill a good number of men before they get themselves sorted out. When they do get themselves sorted out they'll have a choice: they can either camp by their side of the river and be attacked by the main army, which is at this point double their size after whatever losses we just inflicted. Or they can try and push us, right? Well if they push us, we just fall back. All of a sudden they've secured the other side of the river, sure, but now we are going to be shooting at them from the woods whenever they're not on guard duty, ensuring that they won't have a good night's rest. When Tanya arrives the next day they'll be worn out."

"If we can pull that off that would end the fight for the river days ahead of schedule. They might even be willing to lay down their arms once they realize the situation and we can get on our way to the castle straight away." I mused, thinking on what he had proposed.

As a Housecarl I knew what was expected from me: follow the orders directly given to me, which had been to scout and keep an eye on the enemy formation, figure out what was going on. This would certainly be a step beyond those orders.

However I could not disregard that, with the distance between us and Tanya's men, what mattered now was initiative, not orders.

Turning to face the leader of the wolf scouts I told "Find someone to send a message to Tanya and tell her the plan. We're moving out now, we're not going to wait for her response." He nodded and rode off with his wolf while I observed the horizon.


Tanya

I was fairly annoyed, happy but annoyed. I did not like having members of my command acting too independently. With their operation my wolf Calvary and wolf scouts had undertaken to create a situation where my enemy had a no-win situation and been very successful. By the time the army had caught up to the enemy force they had broken down. The losses they took crossing the river and the nightlong tactics to keep them from getting a good night's rest had resulted in a formation that was falling apart at its seams.

At least half of the enemy had fled in the night or had been killed attempting to flee, from what I could gather, meaning the formation did not have the manpower to stop my wolves if they were unleashed.

Which meant the battle was over before I even had to do anything. So making a big deal out of the fact they had gone against my orders was unlikely to win me any favors. But the most annoying part about all this, the part that really upset me, is that I would have ordered them to do the same. I would have ordered them to cross that River before the enemy and do exactly what they did. I would have just been concerned they would refuse because it looked like a death sentence. Cutting off your scouts from your supporting forces and expecting them to harass the enemy throughout the night was a way to get your scouts destroyed if you didn't make contact with them again within a reasonable amount of time, which she was sure she could.

So, while everyone around me was celebrating a successful victory, I was looking at the two sub-commanders with a faint bit of annoyance, biting my lip trying to figure out how I was going to handle this. The slight headache in the back of my head was not helping, like I had come across situations similar to this before.

Finally I decided the best tack was to congratulate them but be slightly disapproving.

"Well done, gentlemen," I said, looking them over. "You have managed to save us days on this campaign and for that you have my thanks. But, in the future, do try to keep in mind that you are the army's eyes and ears. Without you we are blind and deaf, the next time you attempt such a gamble please keep some of your men on this side of the river to at least keep us somewhat informed." I gave them a very concerned and thoughtful look, hoping they would see the mistake and try to not do it again in the future.

"Yes, lady Tanya!" the two responded with broad smiles, nodding their understanding. I really could only hope they actually did.

"Fools, you'll pay for this! When Lord Farthegn hears that you've destroyed our army he will call upon the monsters to kill you." One of the soldiers… no, wait, that was a commander by the looks of his coat called from where he'd been tied up. Officially the enemy army had not surrendered so I did not have a way to parole them just yet. I was thinking I would leave them tied up against the tree and then cut one of them free with a knife after taking all their weapons, assuming they'd figure it out from there. I was also considering doing that but spaced out over several miles, that way they could not just regroup quickly into another formation in my rear.

"Monsters, you say?" I queried, walking towards him. "What monsters will he call upon that you feel will come to his aid?"

"Shut up, Bob!" another Commander ordered from where he was sitting next to him.

"I will not! I am not afraid of this oversized shield maiden and I'm not afraid of you." He bit back, turning his head to look at the person who told him to shut up before looking back at me.

"The ice fiends will come to his call. He has dark magic that allows him to bring them to the battlefield. Any army that comes to oppose him at his castle will be swept under their relentless charge."

"Interesting." I said, looking him over and trying to figure out what this could mean. Ice Fiends were the yetis I had fought in the mountains. I knew they had some level of sentience but did not know if they had the ability to communicate with other species, at the time I had assumed they did not. This, however, seemed to imply that at least in one case they could communicate with humans and had struck some sort of bargain. I wondered what this bargain was… no, wait, I didn't: dark magic.

"Let me guess. The Ice Fiends raid the outer edges of his territory that do not submit to him on his terms."

"Yes, of course. Anyone not willing to submit to him is a traitor anyways."

Great. So either he was letting the Ice Fiends eat his potential troublemakers, or he was pushing out those troublemakers into areas where they were more likely to be eaten by the yetis.

Neither one of them were definite proof that he was controlling them with dark magic and had some sort of alliance with the yetis though.

"He's already moving his forces against you. This place was chosen specifically do end this whole charade."

I was going to ask what he meant when I heard a thump and a roar. Looking north where the sound came from I saw an Ice Troll slowly marching its way down the river towards us. In one hand appeared to be one of this man's soldiers, crushed, and the other held a massive log, meant for smashing people by my guess.

"You see! Here comes one of Lord Farthegn's servants now, to destroy you all."

"You daft idiot!" Ulfrik Eilifsson said, slapping the back of his head. "You sent one of your men to rile up an Ice Troll and now it's come downriver to find whoever sent the idiot.".

"Still that means you're going to have to fight it and that'll destroy your army." This man was getting on my nerves now. Reaching over to Freki I pulled my spear off its side-saddle. This spear had an antler tip, like my old Spears, but it had a few new additions. First it was more finely created, crafted with materials I could get from the somewhat more modern society of Fenris rather than what I could get while living in the woods. And, second, I had inscribed the spell for piercing on the side.

I wanted to see what would happen so, carefully channeling energy from the earth beneath me into the spear, I took aim and let loose.

A few moments after it left my hand it seemed to speed up and then there was a rather loud bang before it smashed into the chest of the ice roll, piercing through to the other side. Right, apparently I had been well on target. It fell forward face-first to the river the fist-sized hole pouring its acid blood everywhere.

"If your lord depends on beasts to fight me you'll find that a rather unpromising answer to the question of stopping me." I said, giving the man a smile before padding Freki on the head.

"All right, gentlemen. Pack everything up, we're moving out." I called. It was time to be on our way and see about ending this whole campaign.


Lord Farthegn

How have things come to this? I had simply wanted to assassinate one God damned King and push my power across the continent, finally uniting this world from the barbaric mess it had become. And now most of my subcommanders and Lords were dead, in hiding, or had betrayed me because they saw an opportunity to strike at their betters.

I had spent most of my life trying to unify the damned continent of Asaheim, ever since I realized that none of the people on this world mattered. The signs that this was some remnant of an ancient civilization, that we had fallen far from where we had once stood, were everywhere when you had the eyes to look for it. Most people just assumed it was the gods' work but for me it was obvious that humanity had had a higher position at one point.

And I thoroughly believe that if I could unify the continent under my rule I would be able to bring humanity back to that point. If the continent could be brought under my single rule there was a chance of finding out what was in the caves beneath the mountains, what secrets were there and what powers could be unlocked for the people.

In my youth I had traveled with a group of adventurers into one of those caves, seen the dark City that laid beneath the mountains. We had been too fearful to go too close. The legends of the monsters that lived in there were rare due to the simple fact that those who got too close usually ended up dead, so their stories were lost with them.

Small scouting parties like I had been part of would have been chewed up and killed if we had attempted to enter that city, as the creatures there would have made sure we never saw the light of day again. But I could tell that it was far more advanced than anything on the surface, the fact that there were flameless light sources on the streets were sign alone that there was a great power down there.

And now my dreams of someday uniting the continent and leading an army down there to take it for humanity were going up in smoke. All because some upstart giant bitch had decided to ruin my day.

Well, I would just have to ruin hers. There was no way I was going to let my dreams die because some lapdog of Russ got lucky and defeated my so-called loyal servants. I still had the item I retrieved from the outskirts of the dark city so many years ago. A small device powered by some unknown means that, with a few presses of a button, agitated every Ice Fiend within a radius of 50 miles and brought them towards my location. It would take time for them to arrive but they would come and they would eat this enemy army as they attempted to lay siege to my castle. It would be hilarious watching the screaming and murder from the safety of my own home.

"My Lord? There's something you may want to see," one of my servants said as he walked into my study where I had been going over the paperwork that came from running a large Kingdom. So much taxes to collect, so little time.

"What is it, Valgard?" I asked, not even looking up.

"The enemy army is doing something. I think they're building siege equipment, my Lord." He said, sounding more concerned than he should be.

"Of course they're building huge equipment. Won't do them any good, this place is impenetrable. There is no way for anything to break down the walls of this fortress. " I asserted. Nothing but the truth as this Castle had stood for longer than most kingdoms had existed, which was one of the reasons I had made a point of taking it in my conquest of his continent. An impregnable fortress was the key towards victory in any conflict, especially when you could call monsters to do your bidding. Just because you called them didn't mean you could control them, they would just as easily eat me if given the chance.

'My Lord, this is true but… They have a rune priest with them, by the looks of it."

I chuckled at that and said "What is he going to do? Call the thunder? Freeze the outer layer of the castle in the storm? This place has seen such conflicts before and survived, there is nothing-"

There was a thunderous bang, as if a clap of lightning hit outside the castle, and then my windowless study now had a window and the servant who had been standing in front of me was a red smear across the wall and floor.

"Well… That was unexpected." I muttered as I got up from my seat and walked over to the newly formed hole in my wall. I was two layers of rock in and yet there was a hole. Looking down through the hole I could see the enemy army was preparing a catapult, some blonde giant of a woman holding a massive stone in her hands before placing it on the scoop. I watched as the piece of rock was thrown from the catapult into the air. It got a certain distance away before all of a sudden accelerating with a thunderous boom, smashing into my castle with such speed that it left a rather large hole.

"There goes another plan," I muttered, knowing that this would require an actual fight on my part.


Writers note

Alright there we go chapter for this week, and may I say this week has been good for me in a writing capacity, I think the next chapter has a chance of being much longer than this one. Anyways what to say about this chapter, magic, memories, fighting, and build up.

What else to say, One shot and info post will now have a section that tell you what to be expected to come out how some projects are coming, it will update at least every Thursday or so. There will also be commissioned Warhammer one-shot for youjo senki coming out, in the said one-shot thread. L4's Snippet, one-shots and Index


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