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Windfall ☄ A Character-driven Fantasy

_{@PrankFox@Crimson Flame@Yankee}

“We’re just looking for someone, okay?”

And in that moment, Nea woke up. Oh. Ok. That’s how it was. Of course. Wow. Just looking for someone, huh? Not looking for her, but someone else, huh? Probably someone tall and lithe, with hips wider than her shoulders and breasts the size of melons, huh? Ain’t hurting anyone, huh? We’re all friends here, huh?!

JUST FRIENDS, HUH?!!!

Nea Honeyforge of the Highlands was a peaceful girl. She enjoyed idling away warm spring days in the orchards when she could, listening to the chirping of the birds and the buzzing of the bees as she drank in the sweet aroma of ripening fruits. She enjoyed talking to her fellow maids about all sorts of nonsense, boasting about things she’s never done before, laughing over stupid word plays or silly gossip. She ate healthily, slept as well as she could, and prayed on the holy days to Tazia on high, as pious as any other Highlander. She was a peaceful girl, after all, unwieldy with a weapon and not prone to fits of violence.

She was also a sixteen year old girl who could dismantle a boar in half an hour with a single knife (admittedly also with others assisting). And she did not shy from the many penises she removed during such bloody work.

The red of embarrassment, of such naïve dreams of being accosted by four ruggedly handsome men, turned into the red of embarrassment, of a maiden deceived, honor besmirched by rapscallions on the road. And that, in turn, gave way to uncommon indignation, a desire to retaliate! That leathery-skinned old bat. Who taught him it was a good idea to keep such an unseemly wisp of a beard? That shiny-toothed creeper. Didn’t he learn his lesson about cleaning is teeth after the first one rotted out and fell?

“We,” she said, with all the fury of a furry puppy, “are not friends.”

Nea gripped her club, knuckles tightening over the stout wood until they turned white, her gaze settling on the smooth-talker. A swift strike to the crotch then? Or maybe a hearty whap to the face? How about end his ability to have children? Not that any woman would want to anyways. Pah, that bitch Mira. Bet this was her design. The maid drew her breath, hardened her amber gaze, an-

Lightning cracked, a thunderous boom following instantly as a magical force shot into the leathery-skinned uncle, shooting into his chest, through his blood, down his limbs…and then into Nea herself.

BZZZT went the maid, and she promptly fell unconscious.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

Right, we level 10 and all that jazz yet?

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

Not even sticking lmao. More like a log-sized hole in your torso. XD

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Hope ya have fun making money then, my dude.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

>With a loud 'ffwisssh", the arrow sailed through the air with so much force it left a streak of black line mid-air, ravaging everything it passes through. After a heart beat, the arrow connected to its target with a loud crack. It pierced right through the Kobold Lord's chest, leaving a gapping hole from where it hit.

Now let's roll to see whether it hit Ying Yue, Erika, or Zhao. ;3

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

^{@Pyromania99@Rune_Alchemist@PaulHaynek}

Maybe he should have snapped her neck after all.

Isidore entertained that thought for a moment, before brushing it aside. Demonic beast it may be, he had no intention of killing young animals unless absolutely necessary, no matter what problems they brought up. Even if those problems were of the long-limbed, incredibly ugly type. By the blessing of the Goddess, or just by good fortune, only one of the shambling creatures wielded a proper weapon, though, and that weapon would go to…

They could consider the split afterwards.

Octavia pulled at the chain, eager to attack, while Augusta was treading new ground again, that same strange energy she exuded before now shooting out from her palm in a burst of light. It shot out at a speed that the dark-haired youth could only barely follow with his eyes, before scattering over the sword-wielding monster’s body with a concussive force.

He breathed in.

Release the dog. It’ll draw attention. Close the distance. They’ll swing outwards. Block with chain, counter with swing. Disarm and deliver to Nick. Dodge offhand swing. Draw blade against its neck. Disengage with shove. It will bleed out. But he wouldn’t let it die so slowly.

He breathed out.

Visualize and execute.

The chain links didn’t even hit the ground when Isidore released Octavia, the puppy shooting forwards in her eagerness to pounce. Moving in step with the hellhound, Isidore charged for the sword-wielder as well, watching its movements slow to a fatal speed. Struck by Augusta’s bolt and beset with two different targets, it wasn’t able to commit to either one before Isidore was upon it. Rust scattered as the monster’s sword clanged ineffectually against links of chain. He sliced deep into its arm, hearing the satisfying ‘pop’ of a tendon being ruptured, before tearing the sword out of the monster’s hand. No muscles could sustain its grip now; it came loose easily.

Catching the dropped weapon, Isidore slid it back towards Nick and instinctively ducked down, his legs bending and his head craning to the side. Wind brushed overhead, the sign of the offhand claw-swing that he visualized. He stepped out to the monster’s side, pivoted on his front foot, and drew his arming sword against its neck. They were of flesh, and flesh parted easily when faced against sharpened steel. The blood that gushed out and the gurgled bubbling of disrupted breath told him what he needed. A left-handed shove followed, sending the creature face-first.

The stomp that crushed the skull followed soon after, even as he faced the creatures that remained. How many were left? How reliable were the pup and the boy?

Isidore assessed the situation and breathed in.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

Decided to go for landscape instead of portrait proportions, eh.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

The bigger dogman, though bigger and better-armed, wasn’t much of a threat at all, if only a couple arrows could take off a limb. Though it had some monstrous ability to grow back parts of its body, it was the novel sorcery of a weakling, undeserving of remark nor envy. What could such a creature do, after all, when it was forced to kneel from the weight of ice coating its body, from the arrows that pinned it to the ground?

Nothing, hm?

An ephemeral image upon the blood-drenched fields, Ying Yue continued to carve through flesh and bone, scarlet petals bursting as she passed. Her battle-sister leapt on ahead, a cloud of dust and an explosion of dirt in her wake as she sailed over the heads of the dogmen to engage their champion directly. A pincer attack? Well, there wasn’t any real distinction to be earned through slaying a beast so frail; all the bladedancer wanted was to try out the monster’s weapon. Discarding her sword, which had been reduced to a nicked and scraped mess after chopping through dozens, if not hundreds of dogmen, she closed in on the champion as well, the ice now having covered its body entirely.

There would be no saving it from what came next.

Using Ren’s arrows as footholds, Ying Yue leapt up and grabbed the haft of the dogman’s tomahawk with one hand. Knowledge, akin to epiphany and enlightenment, struck her. She could kill with this, and more than that, she could take this. With the momentum of her leap, she wrenched the weapon out of the monster’s grasp, its frozen fingers shattering at the impact, and landed on its still-frosty arm. It would thaw in time; already, its eyes were moving frantically beneath the crystalline ice. But it was too late. Its heart was taken, and its head will soon follow.

With the gravitas of an executioner tasked with the disposal of a common criminal, Ying Yue swung her tomahawk and removed its head.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

The endgame is when we win every fight by giantifying Erika and having her vore everything.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

I think 'Mastery' here just means how proficient you are in that particular weapon. So Sword Novice would just be Sword Master Level 1.

Also, please tell us when you have that list of weapon types done, Travesty.