Nhs fanfic.
Summoning no one
Hi so this is my first ever attempt at writing so there likely will be a lot of room for improvement, nevertheless, let's get into it.
In different universe and in a different time, night was falling. It was supposed to be an ordinary night, with ordinary stars sprayed across an ordinary dark blue sky. However, that did not happen. In the peace and tranquility of the night over the Eastern Ocean when darkness had cast the last remaining light, and all that remained was constant sound of waves traveling across the ocean. Did something occur for a moment of time, a bright white flash erupted and overcast the entire sky for half a second and then just as fast as it arrived it was already gone.
Although nobody bare witness to the event they would feel the consequences of it as all travel to the world was now closed off, Japan would never be transferred, nor would be the Gra Valka's empire nor would the ancient sorcerous empire be able to come back. Now the fate of the world rested solely in the hands of its inhabitants.
Continent of Rodenius Central Callender 1639.
A sharp gust of wind suddenly hit Landiriv, the cold dry air audibly whining across the vast open plains that was the border with Louria. In contrast with the shining sun whose rays beamed brightly as ever.
Although the open unending view was a clear advantage for defense, something about it however was unnerving. The feeling of being able to stare down an army in its full struck a particular chord in . I had to live with myself knowing that 1 day my nightmares would become a reality, but I didn't expect it to arrive so soon.
The fateful nightmare I dreaded for an eternity however would finally come. On the 7th day of the new year exactly 4 in the morning to kill as many as possible.
And as the sun over the horizon, the enemy appeared first through the loud grumble of footsteps encroaching from the enemy in the distance. Then as unending tide spanning the entire length as far as the eye could see. With lit torches only possibly signaling out destruction. I saw their banners and flags floating in the air, and to the left and right a horde of dragoons began to rampage through the countryside setting the thatched housing like fresh kindling on a bonfire. There would be no escape the Lourians would get their victory. There would be no wyverns to save us at the last minute, no retreat possible. but we wouldn't let the lourians come out unharmed, to just kick the door down and have us all fall with it.
However, the Lourians even with their superiority in arms, still wouldn't dare fight us on an even footing and as dawn approached, we were beset on all sides by a onset of fireballs from their wyvern lords, sending stones and debris crashing down. In the chaos of battle I could see our own mages letting loose streaks of fire in an attempt to stop the Wyverns, and as I saw a wyvern finally get hit with its wings losing balance and rider barely clinging we cheered as this was the first knock back we had given to the enemy. Yet we then saw in anguish as the other fellow wyvern simply dove down and and help the rider regain control at that point we finally realized. There was no use in holding our positions, and die like fish in a barrel better die quickly in glory than awaiting our death in the future rubble of the fort. So with our final strength we tried to mount a last ditch assault through the steppes. Luckily my unit managed to sneak through within a hundred meters of the enemy, I shouldered my musket preparing to take aim at a flamboyant officer whose hubris had obviously clouded his judgement enough for me to take a shot at him.
Right as I pulled the trigger witnessing the recoil of the musket, I was hit by a explosion sending shrapnel deep into my body. And as my was consciousness began to fade I saw the officer once again, this time with all the pride superiority sucked out him replaced by fear and cowardness as he fell from steed.
After God knows how long I had finally woken up to the gentle drumming of rain. The air was the same as I had known it for, spiteful and raw. Looking over I saw my clothes torn apart with cuts and holes littering all over. My surroundings were no different from the state I was in, the thatched houses burned to the ground and the characteristic giants grass of the plain charred leaving only the bare-naked earth.
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Port of Quo Toyne 14th January 1639.
Everybody who can is already escaping. The city is filled with dozens of leaflets telling the populace to not give and to not give up hope and to mount a final defense. However, in stark contrast the rain has already swept much of the Ink and the port is filled with a cacophony of sailors preparing for the voyage ahead to the Holy Milishial Empire, and by the frightened nobility hastily boarding whatever ships they could chart. The situation is clear in its direness and hopelessness even to the lowliest peasant. By sunset the harbor would be all but a whisper, everybody who could has already left. The great city of Quo Toyne just like that will be erased from the map.
In this confusion though I had found not despair and hopelessness, but opportunity to try and escape as a stowaway.
And then what Landiriv? Said an elf in a hushed-out tone clearly intrigued by Landirivs story.
Well, am I here at Skeen's bar or is my head on a spike up on the Lourian triumph hmm? Said Landiriv sarcastically.
Still you must tell us on how you managed to sneak past all the guards, said the elf back.
Well, I would if I hadn't gone blackout drunk after finding the ships wine deposits.
I am surprised that's even possible the Qua Toyne love for wine. Snarked the Elf back
Well, every man has its limits. Said the Demi human Landiriv.
Although the talk has turned into comedy and snarky remarks Landiriv still doesn't feel quite at ease, He still hasn't found his family and his hope in finding them has rapidly dwindled. Furthmore his first engagement against the Lourians turned into a disaster, He thinks of the numerous ways he could have prevented the disaster yet he finds none. In an attempt to find solace Landiriv abandons any connection he has had to the conversation and looks up at the screen of the bar. Just in time though as an Mnn report suddenly comes alive.
Good afternoon citizens of the Holy Milishial empire. Said a female reporter by the name of Cornelie Eden appeared. Just 2 months ago the barbarian Lourians have begun on a campaign of ceaseless violence against the innocent inhabitants of the Rodenious continent, these atrocities continue as we speak. This attack began began on the eve of the new year a time of happiness and celebration for the people of the land. Although the Lourian invasion has ended, reports of unsavory barbarianism has continued to flow out, we have heard the plight of our fellow brothers and sisters and will answer the call. Tonight, the battle will be joined. In this war, we will fight far flung across the globe. And such the Honorable Holy Milishial Empire has constructed a series of floating harbors along the entire route the Lourians have 20 days to submit. The report then suddenly ended.
Hearing this Landiriv thought to himself, perhaps his battle wasn't over yet.
