Teyao

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

"Hah, hah"

His breath heaved.

Back on Earth, he wasn't the most active guy, he exercised now and every week but not enough to build serious muscle or, in this case more importantly, swing a weapon for a long time. Fenna's lightshow had restored his magics and given a second wind to his mental reserves, but the accumulated fatigue was not letting go. Another 'Source Infusion' was running through his body, transforming his blood into molten lava and granting strength to his frail muscles beyond what was natural for the Cleric class.

But even magic had its limits.

His knees were on the ground and he was hugging anchor for dear life, knowing it to be the only thing preventing him from faceplanting the ground.

In front of him was a corrupted Knight, silent and deadly as it raised its sword, ready to swing it and liberate his head from the rest of his body.

James glared at it with bloodshot eyes, even his thoughts were becoming sluggish thanks to the fatigue.

His eyes closed, not in acceptance of his fate, but as a means of preventing the blood from entering his eyes as the head of the enemy exploded in a show of gore as someone bisected them down the middle. He felt a pair of strong arms grabbing his armpits and dragging him to safety as another figure interposed themselves between the enemy and himself.

“Any ideas, captain?”

Kass

He recognized the voice, relaxing slightly as the voice of his friend reached his ears.

Ideas? Yeah, but it was not one that he liked, already too many of their cards had been used for little gain, he could guess the Bastard on the other side of the bridge was already gloating, sure of his victory. It burned him inside to acknowledge the guy might be onto something, but he would rather die swinging his anchor than giving the Marquis a free win.

'Marcus, I need Marcus, where is-' Some kind of instinct urged him to look for one of the mages assigned to him, the same one who had used the Flare on the earlier retreat. The memory of the mage's broken body slammed against him like a bag of bricks. One of the many casualties of the siege.

With reinvigorated spite his body rose to his feet, hateful feelings running through his chest.

He looked at his friends and answered him with a grimace "Just one but its not something you are going to like, but if it works we might have to buy Adam a few rounds"

With his enigmatic words delivered, he turned toward where he knew their mages with extra Flares were situated.

"THIS IS JAMES SIRUIS! ALL UNTIS RETREAT! MOVE ONTO THE NEXT PART OF THE PLAN!"

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Johnatan was sure he would die today.

As a young member of the militia, he felt, well he felt left behind. He could see some youngster of the same age bracket launching fire from their hands or fighting things that would haunt his dreams were he to survive today.

In comparison, he was struggling against skeletons.

His legs shook as he cleaved through the enemy in front of him, a sad sack reanimated by magic that nonetheless presented a risk for the folk behind him, maybe he should feel some pride in his actions but compared to the Adventurers it rang hollow. Even among his peers, he hadn't ranked as useful enough to support one of the parties protecting the bridge, instead being delegated to the rear defense alongside the sick, old, and feeble. It burned half as much as the shame that arose within him the moment he noticed his own relief at the news.

"Help!"

A scream stole his attention.

The moment his eyes found the source of the scream his blood froze within his veins, he didn't remember the man on the ground, some small familiarity maybe, a face he might have seen on the barracks once or twice. But what he recognized was that in front of him was a skeleton.

No.

To call that skeleton would be wrong, it was tall, taller than a normal human was, and the bone structure was wrong, too many ribs, and twice as many on the arms and legs. Immediately he could tell that such a skeleton was beyond him.

So why.

Why were his legs carrying him towards such an enemy?

"Haaaa!"

As a scream left his mouth he flung himself towards the goliath, sword rising in a clumsy overhead strike.

He didn't hear the call for retreat.

Maybe it was the recent usage of the springs, maybe it was something that always laid dormant within him, whatever it was he didn't notice the glowing crystal on the back of his right hand either.

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

What the hell, I was looking throught the posts to gain inspiration and noticed my last one was 10 days ago, wtf I thought I posted a week ago at most

Return of a Failed Generation: A Time Regression Power Fantasy

Looking good, here's a few comments I had:

@Zeroth

Yo! Thanks for the feedback:
For the first point, I edited it, now his Physical is down to 1st.

For the second point, his Berserker deal will be his character arc, currently he doesn't know why he does it, and I am not sure either, depending on how I develop the character the root of it may change but first he has to find it. After that it would come to the overcoming step, either accept it, control it, or reject it.

And finally, for the last point, I don't have strong feelings either way, thought I would like to create the NPC companion who died.

Return of a Failed Generation: A Time Regression Power Fantasy

What’s your idea behind the half-sibling thing? Alternatively, how many bastards can one Knight sire?

@ERode

I just found funny that they posses similar focus, direct combat that is, and Rowan is a full Kaides, not a bastard. As I said before I am a little lost regarding what the actual parentages and relationships are, so seeing that Ferrucio has a Kaides parent I just thought 'Well, what if they share the same parent?'

Return of a Failed Generation: A Time Regression Power Fantasy

Well this is my current character, or at least what I have written for him. The parentage is left ambiguous as I am not sure what is the current status of the bloodlines.

Rowan

Appearance

"For what is worth, I am sorry you have to see this"

Rowan Aksel Kaides

Age: 19 [29] | Height: 6'1| Voice: Bass

First Life

From a young age, a thing was clear.

As long as he was in a fight, he was closer to an animal than a human.

There was no explanation, no big moment that resulted in his inclination. From the moment a training axe was placed in his hands he launched himself at his trainer, attempting to kill him and disregarding any pain until the instructor was forced to knock him out for his own safety.

At first it was taken as a boon.

Surely, a Knight of the House of Kaiden who could devout his life to complete his mission was beneficial, all that was needed was to teach the child control and they would have another capable Knight in their ranks. However, as he grew up things didn't change. Meditation, potions, spiritual cleanses, none yielded a solution, he still reacted like a corraled beast each time he was prompted to fight.

Maybe in another age they would still have tried to help him.

Instead, they took a look around and deemed him another failure in a generation full of them.

When the war started he was often sent as a frontline and sometimes as a distraction during operations, not much different from an arrow fired blindly, set loose in the hopes it killed something but without really banking on it. His condition made working with others... difficult, too many times he ended up coming to blows with his own allies or jeopardizing their security thanks to his mindless rampage.

But even then, there was someone who became a source of light, a comrade who he could call a friend. A trainee sent to the battlefield with his death as a forgone conclusion but who due to luck or intelligence reached the conclusion that working with him could increase their chances of survival. Together the both of them developed strategies, his use of magic weak but ingenious in its use as a guiding signal, a conductor to his orchestra of violence.

Then came the fateful mission, where he gained the ability to distinguish friend from foe, and lost something far more precious.

His remaining years were nothing but violence with a notable exception, the only time he could proudly announce he saved someone. But even with such an achievement his fate as the blunt instrument was written in stone, and as human settlements were reduced in numbers the hope for another such encounter became nothing more than a fanciful dream.

The moment he died he thought that maybe, just maybe, he was finally going to rest.

Then he woke up.

• Biggest Failure: Wars are terrible events, but even during them bonds can be forged. Even during his worst moments he had someone besides him, he remembers a boy a few years younger, casting spells as he distracted the enemy. His corpse and the blood in his hands are things he can't forget. No matter how much he wishes to.
• Greatest Achievement: During one of his rampages he reached a small destroyed village, the same one he was sent alongside others to protect. While fighting he found a small girl. How hard he fought to protect her is one of the few clear memories he has of the war, more than 3 hours until others managed to rescue both of them. To his superiors it was another failed mission but for him... It's the only achievement he cared about.

Equipment

• Axe
• Guantled Fists
• Plate Armor

Abilities

You have 4 Experience to spend here

• Physical Strength: 1st Rate
• Aura: 3rd Rate
• Magic: 0th Circle
  
  • Intuition - An (often) correct subconscious guess on attempts at his life
    • Increased chance of dodging lethal attacks

Though, now that I have seen a few sheets, @ERode, are you perchance interested in the idea of our characters being half-siblings?

Return of a Failed Generation: A Time Regression Power Fantasy

If this is still open I would like to add my interest

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Sometimes he wondered, if he died again would it count as his second death? Third? Maybe fourth? Things had made themselves complicated in the weirdest ways.

That was the thought that crossed his mind as he watched the slab of meat-headed in his direction. He had been distracted, trying to cover for Adam as more and more enemies were focusing on him, already they had damaged him, each time an ember was planted in his gut and urged him to lash out but he reigned it in. This was the path Adam had chosen and to meddle in his efforts would be a stupid move on his part when he knew he wasn't half as durable as the Bear Form of the other man.

It became especially difficult when he noticed he had slowed down.

He didn't know what caused it, too many possible answers but he knew that he had to do something- The ogre, it was moving in his direction and blocking his line of sight to Adam, shit, shit! What could he do? What-

One, no, two shadows darted from another part of the bridge, moving towards Adam's position, he recognized one of them as the one beefing with Adam and felt his gut tense in worry, but as the other figure started casting he felt himself relax, the Silvers were good people from the little he had talked with them, he could at least trust them to aid his precious friend out of danger.

Worries settled he focused on the danger incoming, anchor ready and Infusion in place, right, he wasn't alone on this.

"Hey, mate!" he shouted. "How about these fucking ogres, eh... reminds me of the day we met. I'm feeling a little Bro-mantic, right now! Ha!"

Zell

He felt a grin surge at the remark, nostalgia appearing for a memory that should have been bleak.

He shouted back.

"Nah, these ones are way uglier!"

Maybe it was his imagination but he could swear the ogre wasn't as fast a second ago.

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He almost lost his footing.

At first he had believed it was an enemy attack incoming, maybe explosives planted under the ground or a greater ritual causing an earthquake, but no, it was something much more strange.

Fenna... glowed and not in a metaphorical way, the way she looked reminded him of something, but for some reason he couldn't quite grasp it, like he was dealing with water, slipping between his hands the firmer he tried to catch it. Still, for all that this sudden powered form was unexpected didn't mean it was unwelcome, they had dealt with some of the enemies and he could see his friends were dealing with the glowing show in their own ways.

Then he felt it.

It was.... it was strange to explain it, he often visualized his spells as books in a library, with each casting being a copy of said spell being discarded, but now it felt almost as if someone had grabbed all the books and organized them in the proper places.

It was fucking weird.

Yet experience forced him to accept it and keep moving, even as Fenna did something with her spear in the background holy shit a laser!, instead he moved, his sight was firmly planted on the most injured of his allies, Adam was wounded, enough that his Bear Form had suffered slowing damage and that was a concerning image, when he saw it he had planned to use his last increase healing speed as his other spell was in reserve but now thanks to Fenna his priorities were shifted.

The moment he reached the younger man he didn't waste time, a quick chant and his strongest healing spell was doing short work of Adam's worst injuries, hopefully this would be enough to return him to his peak.

But if his reckless destruction had taught him something was that a part of their strategy had a weakness.

"Mages! Focus on their backline!"

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Yo! Sorry for the delay, work is hell right now thanks to a big project and I was basically running on fumes these last days.

Anyway post is up

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

He looked at the gathered troops, amongst them it was the faces of his party that caught his attention the most. He could guess he looked as exhausted as them, less so even considering that they all sported signs of having seen battle on the front lines while all he did was bark orders from a safe position. Even Adam who should have been a caster appeared to have fought something strong enough to give him trouble. He tried to hide the flinch that cursed through his body when Adam said his name

His mouth set itself in a firm line, unlike his usual scowl and all the more strange for it. He wanted to scream, to order his party to retreat, tho curse this world but neither of those were options so instead he followed the plan Alison and he had workshoped.

"Attention! This is what we are going to do...."

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Hate was a familiar and alien feeling.

He couldn't claim that James had ever truly hated, disliked and loathed yes but never before had he wished for someone's painful death, Zigmund, on the other hand, was well acquainted with the feeling of hatred that bubbled in his gut, like a hand gripping his neck and squeezing it in a slow fashion. It was maddening and made him want to lash out to the nearest person. He needed to hurt something fast, if only to rid himself of all the fury flowing through his veins.

Luckily for him there was an acceptable target.

The ogres were uglier than the ones back then, they were also better trained, unlike the wild swings of the one they felled these ones had something resembling discipline. Luckily his party was of a similar mind to him, devoting their efforts to one of the Ogres while Adam caused a huge conmotion in a mad dash.

He decided against adding his own offensive, instead he choose to do his best to offer support to Adam, Light beams flew from his hands, striking those who were in a position to harm him, while on the back of his mind the counterspell and barrier were ready to be used.

For as long as Adam could keep the transformation they would have the momentum.

The militia around him seemed to share the sentiment.

Behind there were the other clerics, no longer dedicating themselves to heal but rather to support, their magics being pushed to a level past exhaustion just to keep their allies healty and battle capable.

By his sides there were mages, each one casting their own elements and tricks into the mass of bodies, prioritizing the incoming ones rather than the ones the frontlines were battling.

All according to the strategy they had devised, now it was time to fulfill their part of said strategy and take down those damn ogres.

Seriously why was it always Ogers?

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

"What is Hacking?"

James watched as Clarissa Shields stalked the suspended cube in the middle of the room, and stalking was definitely the right answer, her gait was slow and measured and her sight never strayed from the object at his side. Even just standing at its side like he was felt like enough to feel the pressure of her gaze, some small part of his mind wondered when was the last time the genius found a puzzle she couldn't solve.

"It's... a catch-all term for anything that messes with Source Code and Well-Springs?"

His answer was lackluster, he knew that but couldn't help it, for all his dealing with the shadiest of people Hacking was not something one could just stumble upon and the people who did it were reclusive in order to not be caught by the crown or one of the cults. Even inside the army of the Witch Queen and when he was being worked on the most he managed to glimpse was some indistinctive figures doing... something that hurt his mind to look at.

For the first time in hours, the Chief deviated her gaze from the cube but even then it was only to give him a glance before returning it to the device.

"In the most general of terms you are correct, however, that is only considering modern times, historically the word originally came from an ancient crime whereas people would alter Well-spring dimensions, 'Hacking at its edges', thus temporally interrupting the Well-spring's flow, causing disturbances in the area and denying a vital resource. Nowadays the practice is a taboo but as more ways to interact with Source have been discovered, so have related crimes risen"

She slowed her walking until she was across from him, placing the cube between them.

Then she let her sight unfocus.

No longer looking at the cube but not looking at him, instead, it was like she was trying to peer into something that could only be described as other.

"Source Code, both the fabric, the instruction, and the program offered by the Source, to assign it only one function is wrong but to peer at its entirety is foolish, we have long since found paths to shape it to our advantage, but without realizing it we have stopped exploring what is possible with it, instead becoming beholden to it like a road over hostile land" She drew breath and he couldn't tell if it was filled with anxiety or excitement "And today we are going to take the first step out of this trail, walking towards the unknown"

For a fleeting moment, she closed her eyes, almost as if contemplating something, but just as quickly her eyes were open and looking squarely in his direction.

"Do it"

At the signal he gave it a nod, and slowly his hand reached towards the cube until the tips of his left hand were touching it, in his other hand was his Symold clutched tightly. They had discussed what would happen beforehand but there was some aprehension in his system.

But he couldn't deny the flash of excitement he felt when he started chanting.

"I make an appeal for your blessing Lady Sillagy, mistress-

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"Hey there, glad to see you made it. We can catch up later, but right now, I gotta find whoever's still commanding this defense. Need to report in and figure out what our next move is. I will say we bagged the bastard that was hunting you guys,"

Alison

The voice spooked his memory away and returned him to the land of the barely living, he was... damn, he was really out of it wasn't he? To think that he would lose himself just because a lull in activity was happening.

Instead of dwelling on his failures he turned, facing the older woman with a tired scowl.

"Hey Alison" Then he took a proper look at the Rogue and his attitude shifted "Shit are you alri-? No stupid question, sorry" His hand went to his temples, the night was taking its toll and sometimes he felt he was at the end of his rope.

Man, fuck this siege.

Inhaling he allowed himself to breathe before talking again.

"What I meant to say is, it's good to see you Alison but if you are injured the you should seek medical help with the other healers" He gestured in the direction the the medical staff had placed themselves, even now he could see the dense mass of healers and assistants running around with purpose "As for the one in charge of all of this, well sad to say you are looking at him" He gave a halfhearted wave of his hand in his direction.

"Right now we have positions figured to resist as well as we can, we count with three Parties to hold the front lines, we have a few squads of magical backing and enough militia to cover any holes left in the defense, but that is also all we have left so if you have anything to report I would love to hear it"