2021 boiiiiis
I've been reading tons of isekai recently. I found a putin Isekai. Like President of Russia Vladimir Putin in anime world. He freaking rides bears and shit it's the best thing ever. (Ride-On King is manga name)
Armour: Platinum
Weapon: Platinum Bow (Jester Arrows); Arkhalis
Acc(10/11): Band of Regeneration, Radar, Sailfish Boots, Round Shield, Aglet, Rover Drive, Crown Jewel, Tsunami in a Bottle, Frog Leg, Shackle
Health: (45/400)
Perhaps she was dreaming, but her dreams had never been so extravagant. No, could it be she was hallucinating? A mirage borne of exhaustion? Perhaps she had breathed in some strange spores whilst traversing off the beaten path. The Nurse wasn't sure. All she could do was rely on her eyes, and her eyes were telling her she had stumbled upon a beautiful little gated community in the middle of a ravaged, deserted land.
What the bloody fuck?
There... shouldn't be any sort of community here, this close to The Crimson. She had spoken to droves of people who were tearfully fleeing from this very place. 'Monsters' they had told her, 'The Eldritch Infection' they claimed 'Everyone is Leaving' they assured her 'Flee for your Life' they warned. Of course, they didn't understand her intentions. This was the epicentre of the disaster. This was the place where the stream of refugees originated, and this was the place where The Medical Institutes head Nurse would blend into obscurity. From here, not even the most skilled tracker would find her trail. She would follow the coast south and begin her new - albeit harsher - life as a cleric in some backwater slum. Anything to flee from the Tyrant King. She would never service the man who had killed her family.
Fucking bitch Jungle despot! Dammit!
That was the plan, anyways. Her ambition was far greater than her physical endurance. Three days of nonstop travel threatened to drop her where she stood. She was so exhausted, she was quite willing to simply lay in the grass for a couple of hours and pray she woke before the zombies did. She had tottered listlessly through the misty forest forest, searching for some shallow cave, or small enclave she could rest in. As she trudged, aching and exhausted, all she could think about was how nice it would be to have a safe, warm bed to sleep in. She wanted a bowl of hot soup. She wanted a steaming bath. She wanted to make love to some clean sheets beside a flickering fireplace.
Fuck… fuck I wanna go home… damn, why did that Lunati-... Huh?
"What?"
She'd said the word out loud, startling herself. For the past day or so, she had travelled in absolute silence, with only her inner voice to keep her company. Hearing something other than the crunch of her heels in the mud was refreshing. She stood straight and raised her tired eyes to stare down the imposing wall before her.
"The fuck is this?"
The silent forest seemed to eat her sounds. Even as she shouted, her voice was muted, and the noise didn't travel. That, however, was the least of her worries. At this point, she was barely standing. She needed to get behind those walls, at least to rest for a couple of hours.
A garrison… ? Must be… heavily fortified… abandoned, perhaps...
Her ruined heels sank into the damp grass and the blades tickled her ankles as she braced and pushed open the tall, iron reinforced gate. The moment she stepped inside, she was immediately struck with the comparative luxury of the place. The Compound was large and generous, a perfect square walled off by high stone walls. There was a watchtower built over the gate's double doors, and the entire structure looked as if it were newly constructed, boasting an almost otherworldly worksmanship. Any army would feel protected behind these fortifications.
I'm… Dreaming.
Yet within wasn't anything The Nurse would have expected. Instead of rude barracks, training grounds and stables, there were a row of neat identical two storey houses - perhaps five of them. The way they were arranged indicated there was room for many more of the cookie cutter residences. The buildings themselves were strange, almost elementary structures, boxy and clad in gray brick. They looked boring and a bit unfriendly, but very safe.
Humph… not sure I even give a damn anymore what this place is, as long as I can get some fucking sleep...
As if on instinct, The Nurse staggered toward the third building in line, her heels clacking over the red brick patio as she passed an open air pavilion and a series of workstations. The faint scent of burnt wood, even cooked food, told her this place was inhabited - yet as she looked at the house… her house, A strange idea formed in her mind. That house belonged to her. There was a room there waiting for her use. A room with a table, a dresser and a bed. A place of refuge. A place she could rest.
I… someone built a house for me? I… must be going nuts.
The Nurse blinked tiredly and shook her head. Even if she was going nuts, she'd at least be a well rested madwoman. She sucked a deep breath and held her bag against her stomach as she clacked her way across the patio to the entrance of what she was convinced was her new home. As if in a trance, she reached out to grasp the door handle an-
"You! Lady!"
"Fuck!"
At the interruption, The Nurse barked profanity and nearly jumped out of her skin. She was suddenly beset with shock and embarrassment as she whirled to face the voice. What was she thinking? She was trespassing on somebody's property. Nobody has built her a house. Why would they? She was merely an exiled physician fleeing from the Tyrant King's palace. Nobody should be anticipating her. There was nobody in the world who was expecting to receive her.
The Nurse shuddered uncharacteristically. Her normal stern and fiery demeanor had been beaten down and suppressed by her physical condition. She meekly turned her head to look at the man who was surely the owner of this place.
"Lady! It's dangerous here!"
An old man was walking towards her. He boasted a long white beard and wore a leather cloak on his shoulders. His expression was frantic and frustrated. His creased face - which bore the marks of a kindly old gentleman - was shadowed with what could only be described as rage and despair. She recoiled as he strode over to her, but when he took her hand - he did so gently. When he spoke, his voice was urgent.
"Miss, this place is a trap. We need to leave immediately."
"... what?"
The Nurse gave him a blank stare. This man… wasn't the owner? What was he talking about, 'trap' she had walked in through a gate. The Gate was still open, ajar. If she wishes, she could walk right out. The Old man gritted his teeth and followed her gaze to the Gate.
"Miss… Didn't you think this place was too good to be true? A beautiful little compound on the edge of The Crimson - it makes no sense, right? But the owner is a devil and his knight is a monster. we must flee. When I leave, no matter how straight I walk my path through those cursed woods, I always end up back here. If you've just arrived - perhaps the path to the outside world is still open... "
Trap?... Devil?... Monster Knight? What's this crazy old loon on about?! I just need some fucking rest...
The Old man must have seen the exhaustion and resistance on her face, and gritted his teeth and dropped her hand. He adjusted the pack on his back and strode out the gate, desperate purpose painting his strides.
Trap… huh…
The Nurse forgot his words the moment he disappeared behind those tall gates. Her trembling hand turned the doorknob and entered her house. She could already smell the blazing fireplace. She could nearly feel the smoothness of the silken bedsheets. Trap? She didn't give a shit. Right now, even when she recognized she was being shortsighted, she simply couldn't deny it. Even if this place was a trap, The Nurse would eagerly fall into it.
With a sigh of surrender, she stepped into her luxurious prison, anticipating a well deserved rest.
They had fought for an hour. The Monster and the Legend. It was like watching the struggle between two great beasts. The earth shuddered beneath them. The sky trembled above. The Desert Scourge - that beast covered in scales and teeth - was slowly being cut to pieces with the innumerable arrows The Terrarian shot at uncanny speed. The Terrarian had taken more than a few hits - each of which would have easily eviscerated a horse, yet despite it all, he still jumped and leapt and fought as if possessed by the battle god himself.
Amazing...
If The Guide squinted as he peeked out from between his fingers. The blasting sandstorm whirled like a viciously winding tornado, but through that sandy veil, he could see The Great Worm slowing. Its minions had already been cut down by those shining silver bolts. Its armour had already been chipped away. The Terrarian darted around his enemy, skimming impossibly fast as he dodged flying teeth and The Worms lunges-
Ah!
He'd been caught! The Worm had feinted, and The Terrarian had failed to avoid those tremendous teeth. The Guide couldn't hear a thing through the howling wind, but he knew the sound of crushing armour and crushing bone. That comparatively small body was being eaten alive! He was no match for those terrible teeth.
No! Slayer!
The Guide struggled to his feet, barely able to stand the buffeting wind. He didn't know what he could do to help, he could barely crawl, much less draw his bow and fight, but he nevertheless struggled toward the cliff's edge. He opened his mouth to shout into the wind, but his voice didn't even reach his own ears.
But The Terrarian... The Slayer... as he was now, he didn't have his own wellbeing in mind. Even as he was being chewed to pieces, still, the arrows continued to fly, shot straight into the great beast's maw. They cut through the worm, from one end to the other. One arrow, two, three, four... they ravaged its insides as the beast ravaged The Terrarian.
No... no!
The Worm was dying, The Guide could tell. It's great body was heaving and trembling in death throes... but what of The Terrarian? The Guide couldn't see from his perch atop the high dune. He shielded his face as he hastily zig-zagged his way down the cliffside, falling more than once from the trembling in the land, and the mighty wind which battered him. His arms and cheeks were bloodied and abraded, his throat was coated in sand. His feet sank past his ankle with each step he took, but still he persisted - lurching his way toward The Creature's head.
Ah...
"Terra...rain?! heeey... Ter-"
The Guide hurried over to where his companion was struggling to crawl his way out from The Beast's gnashing maw. Even though he was covered in blood and corrosive fluids, his motions were still as quick and lively as ever. He was thrashing wildly - trying to kick away from those crushing teeth when The Guide seized him by the back of his cloak and laboriously dragged them both clear of the dying monster.
"You... you hurt?!"
The wind made it difficult to hear anything, The Terrarian didn't respond to him - instead opting to climb to his feet. Blood oozed from between his armour plated knees with every painful step he took. It was very likely he had sustained a collection of impressive punctures and breaks where the Desert Scourge had chewed on him, but was insisting on walking anyways. It didn't seem that he felt pain during his adrenaline fueled battle - but surely he was feeling it now. The Guide could tell by the way he winced with each step he took.
"Stop that... I'll carry you. C'mon."
The Terrarian must have heard him, because he was suddenly making tremendous effort to walk as normally and smoothly as possible. It might have fooled The Guide if there wasn't blood gushing all over the sand. What a baby. The Guide couldn't help but snicker as he grabbed his prideful - but badly injured - companion by the breastplate and lifted him bodily over his shoulder. If a knight's helmet could look embarrassed, that was the exact picture of The Terrarian in this moment. The almost-man scrabbled at his back - clearly horrified by this turn of events, before finally slumping over. Surrendering himself to the assistance extended to him.
The Guide chuckled and patted his leg as a gesture of comfort - only to immediately regret it when his hand came away dyed scarlet.
Whoops... Good thing he doesn't weigh anything... I can't have him screwing himself up too badly... who knows how much his healing can handle.
The Guide sighed and squinted, searching the desert landscape. The sandstorm was too severe. They needed to find a sheltered spot to do some preliminary first aid before they used Recall potions to teleport home. It was too far to walk out of the Desert, and The Terrarian was in no state to continue to the Sunken Sea.
Mom... Dad wait a bit longer... I need to take care of this...
Although The Guide knew that every moment they delayed on their path to destroy The Crimson, was another moment in hell for his loved ones, he was making the executive decision to retreat and regroup. He knew that if he made the call, The Terrarian would push himself and proceed in his current state, down to the Sunken Sea - but The Guide would not require that of him. The Guide didn't know exactly why he had made this call, in retrospect, he would mark this moment as the first time he saw The Terrarian as anything more than a tool to accomplish his revenge. This would be the first time where he behaved with a benevolence untainted with the sheen of ulterior vengeance.
It was also a moment The Terrarian would recall, albeit in tears.
But for now, the two men struggled through the mighty sandstorm. Two souls. One with a brutal dream and a vicious wit. One with brutal strength and crushing power.
The Desert Scourge was their debut into the world.
A world they would shake.
Guide: *pats butt* don't worry ur still my knight in shining armour
Slayer: x_x (pls let me die)
Nurse: pfft
yeeesss yessss it's time to fk shit up!
T finally gonna get that Arrowhead out