"Hyaa!" was the next thing I heard, after the thought of dying crossed my mind. To my shock and horror, I saw Laegjarn springing down from Cyclonus, reaching for the bottle of poison.
"No, Laegjarn! You'll-" my yells were drowned out by Cyclonus's shrieks of surprise and urgency, as it began to dive down to catch his master. Laegjarn flipped herself in the air, and then faced Cyclonus, as her left hand caught the bottle of poison.
Wagging her finger, Cyclonus screeched to a halt in mid-air at the signal, giving me a horrific jolt. I grabbed my leg instinctively, as the ordeal of such a sudden stop was quite painful.
"Gah...Laegjarn!" I yelled, as she practically dove into the Kraken's mouth. As much as I wanted to look away, I found that I couldn't. I didn't know why, but I just couldn't pull my eyes off the horror that was going to happen before me.
I noticed her pulling her arm back, as if she was going to throw it...wait. That was it. She had a plan. A risky one, but she had the athletic ability and the strength to do it, or at least the confidence to do so.
At that moment, everything seemed to go in slow motion. I reached for my left leg as it felt the effects of the violent jolting, and my head snapped back to watch Laegjarn do her work. Cyclonus let out another screech, and I instinctively covered my ears, as the sound was defeating.
As she fell, Laegjarn threw the bottle in, and drew her iron sword out, and threw it at the bottle. The iron sword traveled faster than the glass bottle, and with a crack and the beautiful sound of shattering, the fluids , every single drop, entered the Kraken's open and greedy maw.
Laegjarn then caught onto one of the tentacles, as I looked up at the ceiling. The tentacles were slowly losing their grip, as the gigantic monstrosity's life began to fade away into the hell it may or may not deserve, but was received anyway.
Holding onto the tentacles, Laegjarn used her own body to swing herself around multiple times like a monkey bar, but this time she did it all the way, like an experienced gymnast, and launched herself into the air 30 feet above, and allowed Cyclonus to catch her.
As I looked at the Kraken, it only teetering onto the edge of life by a few of its tentacles, I could see its eyes, not yet submerged in the water, brimming with hatred. Its mouth opened, and it started to speak, much to my surprise. "...you're not even Muspellian...and you still can devise such a plan to defeat me?...I'll be damned."
With a quick motion of my hands, I signaled Cyclonus to lower me down to the monster. "You know that I'm no Muspellian...how? I would like to know why before you expire."
It replied in a poor attempt to intimidate me, "You don't smell like one of them...what a weakling." I looked at it with contempt, and kicked its eye, stirring up a rumble.
"Weakling...I wouldn't say that it isn't inaccurate, though that doesn't mean I need to willingly associate myself with that word." I said to it, and bent down, looking it straight in its dying eye.
"In fact...in this case, I pride myself in it. The great Kraken, taken down by a little idea a weakling had." "For the record, I threw it in!" "Laegjarn, it was my idea." "...fine."
The kraken growled at me. "...I was told that I would never be killed by combat. I thought this meant I was invincible...so this is what he meant when he said these words." I knelt down, as a sort of respect towards the one that had fell by my hand.
"And who is this person?" "...someone whom you wouldn't believe exists...one even higher than Naga herself." I raised my eyebrows. A being higher than Naga herself? Well...that was probable. "Unfortunately...I happen to believe you. Would you mind telling me?"
"My creator." the kraken chuckled, then started to sink into the water as more of its tentacles disconnected. "Stand against him, and I can guarantee that you will be struck down."
Ignoring it, I glanced at Laegjarn, who had been caught by Cyclonus. "Are you feeling alright?" She nodded ."...for now, I'm alright. However, we still have to deal with the miscalculated mission. I nodded.
The Kraken let out one last groan, and its tentacles disconnected from the ceiling, falling to the murky waters below. As Cyclonus began to take flight, I looked down below, a huge mistake.
It's glowing red eye glared right at me, dead but still, very, very angry. No...angry wasn't the word to describe it. The monster was utterly enraged, even in death. Glancing at it, I felt its eyes bore into me, starting to lose my consciousness as my eyelids drooped, and my weight shifted to the side.
I dully recognized that I was about to fall, but it didn't matter to me. Laegjarn turned to me, yelling at me to get a hold of myself, but it seemed so slow. Everything around me seemed slow, as I fell under and everything went black for me.
Waking up on the dark, damp floor, I scratched my head. "...where am I?" two shadowy figures were around me, obviously Cyclonus and Laegjarn. "So...what do we do now?"
Laegjarn helped me up, as she got onto Cyclonus. "There's a door, but neither of us could open it." I frowned, and placed my hand on the door. Pushing on it hard, I then decided to pull the handle.
Neither of these worked. By this time, I wasn't surprised anymore. Magic was secondary nature by now, something that had replaced technology in this world. I treated magic like technology, as if science of my time would be regarded by people of medieval ages as magic, then one could regard magic here as some sort of technology as well, but with a completely different foundation.
"Did you try burning it down?" I asked. Cyclonus nodded, and then shook his head sadly to point out it didn't work and that he was exhausted. I crossed my arms. "Alright...I should be able to think a way out of this. I've always done so."
Noticing some sort of inscription on the wall, I recognized it as my mother language. "如何進口,以沖為意圖,就是亡,需以德追求。" I frowned. While I was fluent in my own language, I had a slight bit of trouble deciphering what it meant, as it resembled more of an older style.
Luckily, I knew how my language was used to be written from about a century ago, unlike the new style that most people used. I just needed to look a bit closer, and then I would understand it. Would I ever know why? Maybe not, and now wasn't the time to know why either.
"So...to enter, if someone rushes as his intention, will only result in death, but needs to chase after virtues?" I thought to myself. What did this mean?...to rush...was also to be hasty.
However...were we hasty? Not exactly. In fact, we even got curb-stomped by a dragon just for a lack of desire to finish things quickly, so it couldn't mean hastiness. Maybe...if we rushed to open the door, then...maybe...
I rushed towards the door, and pushed as quickly as I could. All I got was an accidental stumble into the door, and a bump on my head later on. I rubbed it, glaring at the embarrassing mark.
Laegjarn walked to the door. "So one must have virtues..." she began bowing to the door. "Oh, mighty door, please open your well-made and designed boards of fame!" Nothing happened. I was tempted to laugh, but as I didn't do any better, who was I to judge?
Cyclonus then decided to pull on the door, hard. As hard as he tried, unsurprisingly, he didn't have any effect. I wondered what these words really meant. Virtues were important to me alright, but what was the most important thing of all?
I remembered an excerpt from some book I had read, and that the three main important traits were faith, hope, and love. The most important was love...but I couldn't possibly expect to love a door, eh?
Even if the door was quite attractive, I wondered if I would be attracted to such a thing, especially with my messed up love experience. Yeah...maybe love wasn't the answer this time.
Virtues...were realtated to chivalry and honor. I thought to myself. Did I have a sense of honor? It would be wrong to say that I had a sense of honor, as that would only prove that I wasn't honorable and just a selfish narcissist.
However...I reminisced back to knights of medieval times. Their code of chivalry was to protect those who could not. Aside from being able to commit violence, they also had to be gentle at the same time.
I wondered if it was the case this time. Putting my hand on the door, I slowly pressed the door handle down. It didn't work, much to my frustration. "Wait...frustration...that's it!"
Thinking to myself, a perfect knight was patient with loved ones, no matter what transgressions they had done. I needed to be forgiving, to not break down in frustration. "Let's try again." I said to myself, and placed my hand on the handle.
This time, instead of just going slow, I found myself going as slow as the servant/murderer in the tell-tale-heart, written by Edgar Allen Poe. An hour later, the door was finally open. Laegjarn got up. "By the flame dragon himself...you went through all that?" I nodded, tired of kneeling in the same spot for an hour.
"You know...it really takes a lot of willpower to do this." I said, as I got up, and prepared to enter. As I entered, an arrow came out of nowhere, and Laegjarn pulled me out of its way. "It's full of traps."
I shook my head. "so not only should one have the patience to do such a task, but also must have the strength and courage to brave such a passageway...this is surely quite a challenge."
I threw a rock, and then arrows flew around. I threw more rocks, and more arrows came out. Laegjarn frowned. "What's your plan this time?" I smiled. Wait and see." As arrows accumulated, I looked around, and took Vulcanus off.
A few more arrows buried themselves in the armor, and I yelled, "Vulcanus!" the armor lit up, and revealed all of the contents inside. Laegjarn frowned. "...now what? Just because we've lit up the place doesn't mean we can safely dodge all of them. There are dozens of automatic draconic mouths with bows in them around...waiting to kill us all."
I nodded. "that's it. Because they're holes...it's a perfect chance to abuse that fact." Flinging my dagger up, it hit a mouth from above, and knocked it down. I turned to her. "There. Get the bow over there."
A few minutes later, with Cyclones assisting her, LAegjarn came down with he bow. I took the arrows. "There are many of holes, but we have more than enough arrows to block them all up."
Laegjarn nodded. "so...you plan for me to shoot the arrows into the holes, plugging them up and rendering them unable to shoot anymore, correct?" I nodded. "Precisely. As we haven't entered yet, we should be still safe, and you can snipe from afar."
Before she shot an arrow, she frowned. "How did you come up with this plan?" I crossed my arms. "Simple. As there were whistles of arrows, I immediately knew that there were multiple of them, and that even if one reloaded quite fast, it could never fire more than 1 arrow at the same time."
I paused for a second. "And then, as I saw in the dark, each arrow would always follow another, meant that these were machines, not monsters. However...to be sure...I had to use my armor to light it up. And to my surprise, while the arrows fired at us were going towards us, when I threw the stone, only the side arrows were fired, and there were no arrows that came from the side, which meant either the ones vertical to us were meant to fire only when we entered, and the ones on the side were only meant for anybody who decided to run in. However, I also know that people are least expecting an attack from above, so I looked up, and found my solution. These holes seem to be at least twice as large an arrow itself, but from the way the feathers are ruffled, it seems that the little tunnel gets smaller to bigger. Any arrow fired at the holes will proceed to plug them up, rendering them useless."
I pointed at the entire area. "This entire thing was an elaborate equation. Most may think this a test of endurance, but in fact, this is a test of wits." I stared at various armored forms, littered with arrows poking out. They had been foolish enough to think that this was a test on endurance...in fact, the more endurance one had, the more likely he or she was going to fall.
As it was stereotypical for defense-oriented units to have lower than average speed as well as being slow at walking, they wouldn't even survive. Each of these mechanisms had a strength of 50, and were equipped with death blow, attack+3 for their sacred seals, and were all classified as armor units, with a skill that I had never seen before: Bold Fighter 3.
The skill description claimed that If unit initiates combat, unit makes a guaranteed follow-up attack. Grants Special cooldown charge +1 per attack. This was a skill...that was terrifying. Good thing that none of the crossbows were really defense-heavy, but they all had extremely high resistance, which discouraged magic users from attacking them directly...and they all had glacies.
Every shot they hit would be like heavy blade, and a glacies hit...would be ironically, bloody hell. If Laegjarn was a calvary unit, she may have a chance to burst through...but I couldn't test it out now, and no calvary unit could ever have stats like hers.
Laegjarn pointed the crossbow at one of the holes, all of them decorated with sculptures of beasts' heads. She fired off, each to them striking home. As she finished firing, she slung it on her shoulder. "Alright...we got this down."
I nodded. "Alright, let's go." Rushing through the hallway, I looked at the next door. "...now..stand back...I've got this." using the same method, I decided to open it very, very slowly...to no avail.
"...fine." I kicked it, and it didn't work. Cyclonus blew fire at the door, and none of it worked. I shook my head. "Now what?" Slipping a stick under the door, I tried to us it as a lever...only for it to break.
Sighing, Laegjarn just opened it naturally. I just stared. It was right under my nose for the entire time. "...well...I have nothing to say in this situation." As I walked in, the entire room lit up, revealing a throne room, along with various treasures.
I was impressed at this display of weapons. Not even the chancellor himself in my world had decorated his council with such intricate means. Laegjarn looked at a sword, which was shaking slightly.
"...oh?" she said, as she took the weapon. I stopped her. "Wait, Laegjarn...you know very well that if you're not deemed worthy, you could be burnt up by divine fire...are you sure you want to do this?"
She bit her lip, then nodded. "I've made my choice. Besides...I have little to nothing to lose." she took the sword called as Níu, and fire started to crawl around her. "...what?...what is this?"
A blinding light filled the room, as it emitted from her body. She let out a yell, as she swung the sword towards thin air, a wave of energy emitting from the sword. She held the sword in her hands, amazed by its power.
I looked at the sword, and its description. Grants Spd+3. Adds 50% of total bonuses on foe to unit's Atk/Spd/Def/Res during combat. I wondered...so it was only during combat...this meant she wouldn't be able to test it out immediately.
Laegjarn was a slight bit disappointed by the length of the legendary weapon. It was the length of a gladius, only about three feet long, a short sword. She preferred longswords instead, but she swung it around. It was light enough.
Looking around, I saw two daggers. As I looked at the carvings on the pedestal, it wrote, Rahab and Leviathan. We fight wars with our powers, not our blades. I wondered what that meant, and inspected the two daggers.
Rahab Mt 14: Targets the higher of foe's defenses. any allies within 4 spaces will receive this effect: During combat, subtracts 50% of total bonuses on foe to foe's base attack/spd/def/res. If unit attacked, enemies within 4 spaces receive -7 to def/res.
Leviathan Mt 14: Targets the higher of foe's defenses. Any allies within gain this effect: During combat, adds unit's total bonuses onto damage dealt. If unit attacked, enemies within 4 spaces receive -7 to def/res.
I looked at the twin daggers. Obviously, they were meant for supporting, not fighting. I knew that I probably shouldn't touch them...but I couldn't help myself. These two weapons piqued me to no end, and I imagined that I absolutely must touch them.
As my hand strayed to the first dagger, Rahab, I felt a warmth growing inside my hand and where I touched the dagger. Ignoring it, I slowly picked it up, and the second one as well.
The two daggers in my hands were both beautiful...I almost felt like Jaffar, the angel of death himself. Peering down, I noticed Rahab and Leviathan's intricate designs.
Rahab consisted of a white curved blade of about a foot long, with the mark of Naga carved at its hilt. Its hilt was straight for most of its own body, but at the pommel, it was spiked. I made a mental note to keep that away from my wrist.
Leviathan on the other hand, was a straight blade of white, which was also a foot long. It had a serrated edge at the bottom of the blade, and strange markings, probably in ancient Muspellian, carved into the blade itself. Its hilt was relatively normal compared to Rahab, but it had some sort of curve to it, as if it was completely the opposite of Rahab.
Rahab had a decorated hilt, while Leviathan had a decorated blade. Rahab had a straight hilt, however, while Leviathan had a straight blade, and were curved vice versa. The creator of these weapons must have had this in mind.
A bright light began to surround me, and I felt warmth flow through my veins, and then explode. Not only did it give a physical representation of exploding without much harm, but it also gave me an explosion in terms of mentality. Information flooded into my mind, and I held my head as I tried to take it all in.
A deep voice...no, two deep voices, resounded within my head, the result of every single piece of information that was forced into my mind, gathering. While they were both deep, with a bit of focus, I could tell that they were different even though they spoke with perfect conjunction.
"You dare to wield me, the twin daggers of destruction?" I replied, "Yes." The voices roared at me, "What is it that you desire? Power? Money? Fame?" I nodded. "I suppose...while I wouldn't say that I desire these, I do recognize them as necessary factors to my one true goal."
"Oh? You seem to be a slight bit different. Every wielder who has come to me has denied these, but yet you have accepted them with little dissonance." I replied, "Is it necessarily evil, though? Just because I need power, money, and fame to accomplish my goal, doesn't necessarily mark me as an evil person."
"You seem so sure of yourself, young one." I smirked at their remark. "Of course I am. If I wasn't, I wouldn't have headed here in the first place." the voice responded, "Well well...I will have fun with you."
I narrowed my eyebrows mentally. "Have fun with me? You seem to be mistaken." I could feel a bit of discomfort, or a bit of animosity in the weapons. I said, "If you seriously wish to control me, I don't believe you could do so."
"So confident of yourself? You aren't even Muspellian." the voices retorted. I submissively said at first, "Fair point." then I went for a more aggressive approach. "However, the only advantage Muspellians have over me is that they're much stronger than I am physically. What do you know about mentality?"
"...then let us see what you have experienced." I could feel them diving into the depths of my mind, and then after a few minutes, they resurfaced. "You...you've gone too far to stop."
I nodded. "And that's the way it is. So...shall you join me?" If not, I was ready to force them into submission. I didn't know how, but I knew that I could find a way.
"...very well."
Flashing back into reality, I gripped the two daggers. Slashing the air, I threw Leviathan at a statue, only for it to bounce off harmlessly. Shaking my head, I allowed Leviathan to fly back into my grasp.
Glancing at the other weapons, I remembered that I had something to try. "Laegjarn, where's my bag?" Laegjarn took it off Cyclonus. "Here...what do you intend to do?"
I looked at the relics. "I plan to take them back to the capital, so that nobody else will have to go through the hell of getting these weapons. In fact...it's at this time where we need them the most."
Laegjarn nodded, and then used Niu to lift the weapons from their placements, and dumped them into the bag. Tying it up, she put the sack of weapons onto Cyclonus, and then headed to the next door.
I glared at the door, as my experience with doors had left me having a sort of hostility towards the mechanism itself. This time, Cyclonus put his paw on it, and opened it without any effort.
Shaking my head, I frowned as I heard a bunch rumblings. Laegjarn got onto Cyclonus. "Jotunns... again?" However, what that came was no group of jotunns. Instead, they were corpse-liked, animated, and ghostly.
I looked at their stats, and classes. They were decent warriors, their speed in the high 30s, as well as their defense being in the high thirties as well, and their attack all being in the low 50s. To my dismay, each and every one of them were calvary, and had some sort of calvary buffing skill.
Laegjarn drew Níu. "Draugrs...undead creatures..." she shook her head. "I gotta kill them all. Don't try to help this time, Kyren." I looked at them, and sheathed my daggers as per her wish.
She raced towards the Draugrs, and drew out Niu, the black blade shining in the dark of the cave. As I noticed their buffs, I frowned as they dealt little to no damage against Laegjarn.
the first Draugr, a buffed calvary sword, had fifty six attack with buffs, as well as thirty six defense, and forty speed. I bit my lip, thinking that this would be a tough one for Laegjarn, even though she was using Aether and heavy blade in this situation.
The Draugr stabbed Laegjarn, and according to my statistics perception, she only lost 5 hit points...I wondered why. Then a sudden realization struck me. Níu increased all her stats by 50% of her opponent's total bonuses. So instead...she had gotten a +12 to every single one of her stats in this situation, and was now significantly stronger than she seemed.
As with her 63 attack ton 36 attack, she dealt 27 damage to the surprised Draugr. She then followed up with another blow of her own, ending the undead's miserable life. I myself was in fact, shocked to see the Draugr's expression of surprise, as I had thought of them to be emotionless animations of some twisted evil.
As the next one came by, a lance cavalier, charged forward. Before it could even land a hit, Laegjarn had already wrenched the Draugr's form off his horse, and then executed him swiftly.
The bow cavalier Draugr pointed its arrow at Laegjarn, and despite my yells at her to get away quickly, she stayed put.
It hit her hard, reducing her HP from 47 to 16. I winced. Even 50 attack shouldn't have done that much, according to my calculations, as when he attacked, her defense was increased from 41 to 53...wait, he had death blow. That explained a lot...luckily, he was nowhere fast enough to hit her twice.
Well, if not for her weapon, he would have doubled her, with his speed-refined slaying blow, as well as his numerous buffs that shot his speed up to 43, and the darting blow that went along with his set of skills.
The Draugr was truly a deadly opponent, but now it was her turn. Laegjarn pointed her weapon at the Draugr. "No pity!" she yelled, as she spurred Cyclonus onward.
Cyclonus let out a roar, and sprung forward as Laegjarn activated Venegance, slashed the Draugr's neck, removing it from its body. The last Draugr let out an ear-piercing shriek, as it sprung towards me instead.
I raised my hands in a futile effort to block the slaying ax that would most certainly kill me in this situation, until a slice was heard. I moved to the side a bit, as the Draugr and its formerly undead horse kept flying in its destined direction, splitting into two vertical halves as soon as it hit the ground.
Laegjarn held Niu, and twirled it around before sheathing it. "I like it. Hm..." she looked at it. "So the stronger my opponent tries to be, the stronger I will get." she looked at the dead bodies of the Draugrs. "Let's get back to Muspell."
Laevatein's eyes widened as she looked at the blade...also known as Laevatein. "Right, i remember! Daddy named me after that legendary blade! I wanna use it!" Well...that was WHAT most would expect. What that really came out was a dull, "Oh." I wasn't really that surprised though. Even though she was 5 stars by now and had the potential to wield it, she didn't even seem excited.
Heading out of the room, I waved. "See you later." As soon as I closed the door, I could hear squeals of excitement and yells of "Thank you, onee-chan!" Yeah...I suppose that was her personality when dealing with people.
When it wasn't her sister, she was often dull and uncaring, though she would occasionally open up to those who knew her well enough. However...when it was Laegjarn, her entire attitude was completely different.
A pillow burst out of the door, clobbering me in the head and sending me onto the ground. "Gah...I've got to get away." I sighed, as I took off, running with the rest of the weapons on my back.
Heading to the throne room, I opened the doors and bowed. "O king, live forever!" I called out as a form of respect. Normally I wouldn't do this when it was only Surtr around, but since I hadn't had the time to see who was around, I just did it anyway.
Surtr let out a hearty welcoming laugh. "Why, it's good to see you, Jormugandr. What have you come for?" I carried the sack of weapons to the center of the throne room.
"I have retrieved the weapons from their resting place in the Holy temple of Muspell. I believe that they will be capable of good use." I said, throwing the cloth aside to reveal the regalia of old.
The council edged forward to see the sacred treasures, a sight to behold. Surtr frowned. "Jormugandr, you-" "Yes, I have. Two weapons of their own choosing are now with me, the twin daggers Rahab and Leviathan."
The two daggers slipped out of my sleeves, and dropped into my hands as I fastened my grip upon them. "Well...gentlemen, I wouldn't go too close if I were you. If you're unworthy...there's a chance you could get burnt to death. So...I believe that I should choose whom."
Looking at Surtr's own weapon, Simara, I knew that there was another axe in there somewhere...what was it called again? I suppose that I would have to give them to the most skilled soldiers...no, not just the most skilled soldiers, the ones who were most intelligent combative-wise.
I looked at the council. "Do you have a list of soldiers who have the highest kill count, or the highest performance in battle?" One of them stood up. "Here you go, Jormungandr."
Looking at the list, I clenched my fist in rage. Besides Laevatein and Laegjarn, one of ones with the highest performances was Loki. That dratted woman...If going by combative skill and intelligence, I would have to give a weapon to her...hopefully there wasn't a staff around.
To my dismay, I then remembered there was a legendary staff, and only one! I desperately wanted to scream in rage, but decided to restrain myself. So...if by going with battle performances, at least two legendary weapons from the pile would be given away.
Using my statistics-vision power of the Briedabilik, I looked at Thökk. The description said: Damage dealt by this skill is calculated in the same fashion as non-staff weapon types. At start of turn, if foe's HP ≤ unit's HP+3 and foe is in cardinal direction and uses bow, dagger, magic, or staff, foe cannot move more than 1 space through its action.
Noticing that Loki was part of the council now, I looked at her statistics. She had 50 HP...I suppose that was enough to suffice for these units. Most ranged units at most had their HP nearing the the low 40s.
Biting my lip, I took my gloves, and then handed Thökk to Loki. "Here, accept this staff." She giggled a little. "Turns out you're still a bit of a sweetie at times." I responded, "As much as I don't like it, you're the one who's best suited to wield this."
As I glanced at the next weapon, I noticed it's name and description. Byleistr: At start of an odd-numbered turn, boosts Attack, Speed, Defense and Resistance of user and adjacent allies by +4 each for the duration of the turn. (granted even if there are no adjacent allies)
Granting it to Helbindi, I smiled as I gave it to him. "Use it to protect your family well, Helbindi." He spat. "Wha-what are you talking about? Screw my family! Wait, I didn't mean it like that, I meant-gah, shut up."
(Now, Kenny's POV)
11/18/17
I woke up in my bedroom in Askr, yawning. Besides me was a girl...wait, a girl?! Pulling myself up as fast as I could, I realized it was Camilla. I yelled, "Camilla, haven't I told you enough?! I don't need a big sister, especially when you're way too sexy to be my sister for my own good!"
Camilla then patted my head, and hugged me. "But you're just so cute..." I pushed myself away, stumbling off the bed. "For f*ck's sake, I'm not even entirely through with puberty! You can't expect me to consider this normal! Where are my pants?!"
The purple-haired beauty rubbed herself on my shoulder, agitating me even more. "哇操,媽的婊子離我遠點!(Gya, begone th*t!)" I burst out of my bed, and pointed Briedabilik at her, deciding to use the power of the Briedabilik to my advantage.
"You who would dare to desecrate the land of the summoner's bed! With my advent, I, Fenris Wei Askr, lay waste with the Briedabilik and expel thy vast defilement! SUMMON!" I yelled dramatically, while aiming Briedabilik at her. As a summoner, my name was Fenris, a name that was meant to strike fear into the hearts of Embla.
Looking at the options, I chose the redeem option, to summon without orbs. There was one green orb that caught my twitching eye, and I mentally chose it with Briedabilik. Pulling the trigger, a green hero burst out of the Briedabilik...
"BWAHAHAHHAHAHAAAA!" a familiar voice resounded in the room as the hero burst out, knocking Camilla out of the window and himself in the process. I nearly screamed in rage, as I saw that it was Bartre once more. It was a good thing that he had knocked Camilla out...
Slamming the door, I stomped into my bathroom, getting my white cloak, and pulling my pants on. I hoped that she hadn't done anything weird while I was sleeping. It was the weekends, and I hadn't came back to Askr for what seemed like forever, though in my mind I knew it was actually just 3 days.
Still, there were sightings of 4 heroes...who hadn't even strayed from their position for 3 days. They had just stayed at their position, waiting even though they had no other visible supplies.
I sighed as I read the scroll given to me by Alfonse. It almost seemed like they were waiting to be defeated. Even though we were in a war against Embla, the entire premise at times seemed pretty boring at times.
Embla hardly ever really attacked, and even when they attacked, it hardly seemed like they were really fighting this war. Sometimes...I just wished that there could be some sort of real adventure, something exciting that could happen.
As I finished dinner, I noticed the other heroes chatting, probably gossiping. Ignoring them, I headed to the stables to get my horse. As a summoner, I had to make sure that I could at least run away easily if things turned out wrong.
Even though I was quite good at fighting back in my world, in here, it seemed like everybody was an asgardian. My punches could barely hurt Lucius, who had the lowest of defenses, so I was by no means a physical fighter.
Magic, on the other hand, was quite easy for me to learn. It all consisted of strange incantations, very much like coding for me. Therefore, it was determined that I naturally had talent for magic.
When one put magic and a horse together, that way, I had become formidable in battle in my own right, though personally I did not like going on the front lines. As a normal human from earth, I could die to any decent attack, no matter whether if it was magic or physical, so usually I only made a few attacks with my blarblade+ tome.
Fenris: Victory's Maw
Level: 40
Weapon: Gronnblade+ (You did your best, Nino)
HP:
Atk: 28
Spd: 34
Def: 10
Res: 8
Movement Skill: Reposition (Please accept my forgiveness, Selena- Baka! Who the heck told you to sacrifice me?!)
Special: moon bow
A Slot Skill: Darting blow 3
B Slot Skill: Desperation
C Slot Skill: Hone Calvary
Seal: speed+3
I hadn't ever died in this world, and I didn't know whether if the Briedabilik would revive me or not. but so far, I was unwilling to try to see if I really would die permanently, or simply just be unconsciously revived by the Briedabilik.
As to my knowledge, my brother wasn't summoned to this Askr, unlike his best friend, Kiran. We were all summoned to Askr somewhere during February, where we were introduced to the battle of two kingdoms.
At first I wondered why we couldn't serve Embla, as I thought that I could always pick a side. Then, a bunch of Emblain soldiers tried to kill me because I was talking to Anna, trying to grasp the ridiculousness of the situation, so I decided to go with Askr.
After exploring the world of Zenith and other worlds such as the world of Mystery, and the world of awakening which was somewhat similar to Mystery, and various other worlds, my brother r realized that I had been gone for most of the weekends, and asked me if I was caught up in this "being summoned into another world
fad.
In fact, I was, I admitted to him. but as it was entirely random and I knew not how to get him to be a summoner, he didn't care much and probably forgot quite quickly.
Kiran, my brother's best friend, was and is also a summoner. Occasionally I would jump to his world, but as ours were pretty much the same, I decided that world-jumping to other summoners' reals just wasn't worth it, unless if it was conquering them.
Taking a few units to the tempest trials, I lazily gave orders as they kept on fighting to the final room, where the boss was Ike. Not normal Ike, Brave Ike. It wasn't hard to double him, but it wasn't like anybody would get much out of that if they attacked him consecutively due to that blasted Urvan.
As the first team defeated Ike and the other units, I motioned them to take a break. all these tempest trials and storms...were rather boring at times. sure, the more I fought, the more treasures the storms of the tempest would bring me. But using the same strategy over and over again, basically not dying, was old.
Part of me just wished for an adventure, a real battle.
"Mayday, MAYDAY! EMBLAIN TROOPS HAVE ATTACKED THE MAIN FORT OF ASKR! SUMMONER FENRIS, YOU MUST HEAD TO THE MAIN FORT OF ASKR!" My eyes widened.
I hadn't expected the Emblains to be so bold to attack the main for of Askr itself...but with most of its population being obese royals who did nothing, I suppose that would be optimal anyway. A part of me asked myself, "Why did I wish for this adventure?"
Omake:
Loki grinned as she got the staff. "My my, Jormungandr...you've give n me a real y LONG staff." Kyren frowned. "Er...Loki...that's not for...you know." he turned away.
"What? Sex? Of course not! Do you seriously think that ill of me, Jormungandr?" Kyren raised an eyebrow, looked at her straight in the eyes, and replied, "Your outfit suggests otherwise."
Loki hit him with the staff. "I'm still stronger than you, you know!" "Ow! You don't have to rub it in..." Kyren grumbled as he was hit with the staff.
Surtr rumbled to Loki, "Loki...show us what Thökk can do." Loki bowed. "Of course, milord." she held it up in the air, and a few meters away, a few wounded soldiers were healed from afar.
Loki then cast a spell, and Kyren found that he could barely move at all. "Loki..what is this madness?!" he yelled, as he waved his dagger in the air, threatening her to let him.
Loki then waited for a few seconds, allowing the effects to wear off. Kyren stumbled, obviously annoyed but still grudgingly in awe. The council looked at her, waiting for her to do something.
Loki then placed the pole on the ground, and spun around it while lifting her leg up.
Kyren's eyes widened, and he started to crawl out of the setting. "Damnit...pole dancing..." he groaned as he was hit with the effect of Thökk once more, unable to move freely.
