1244, La Forbie.The hot winds swept across the sands. The last drop of strength left your body. Yet, you held on to your sword. The lumps around your face burned inside your helmet. Beside you were your brothers in arms, finally fallen after many years of suffering. Soon, you will die too, and the ordeals you've faced will be over. You look at your left arm across from you, resting on the ground. The world has yet to darken. You did not see the gate of heaven yet. Death certainly came at his own leisure it seems…Then you saw it. A world swept by hellfire. Demons and soldiers of darkness invading the lands, spreading indiscriminate savagery. Amidst the black army, there was the king. A tall figure draped in dark cloak and clad in black steel, riding a black horse, wielding a mace crackling with blue sparks. The world swallowed by darkness, ruled with fear and heresy. The vision ended, and a burning bush appeared.“Your work is far from over, stand up. Protect the innocents and nurse the ill as you have done before. Rise,”>Rainier, Knight of Saint Lazarus>Thomas, Knight of Saint Lazarus>William, Knight of Saint Lazarus When you opened your eyes again, you woke up on a bed of soft green grass. The smell of trees and faintly sweet fruit. This… This can not be Heaven. Not after what you saw. The voice, the burning bush, if what you saw was real, your work was not over. “Stay away damn you!”You followed the panicked voices. Like your visions, men clad in black armor with tar skin chased a small family. You sprung into action and let out a bellowing war cry. These sickly creatures turned their attention to you. Good, the family can get away. You reached for your weapon, a>A longsword (two-handed)>An arming sword and a shield>A battleaxe (two-handed)>A mace and a shield This quest will only last until 10/3 but I plan to update daily!
>>6298447>Thomas, Knight of Saint Lazarus>A battleaxe (two-handed)
>>6298447>Thomas, Knight of Saint Lazarus>An arming sword and a shield
>>6298447>Rainier, Knight of Saint Lazarus>An arming sword and a shield
>>6298447>>William, Knight of Saint Lazarus>A longsword (two-handed)
>>6298447>Rainier, Knight of Saint Lazarus>A mace and a shield
>>6298447>>Thomas, Knight of Saint Lazarus>An arming sword and a shield
>>6298494+1
>Rainier>>6298481>>6298494>>6298605>An arming sword and a shield>>6298472>>6298481>>6298555Votes counted
You reached for your weapon, an arming sword and a shield. The lord’s work must be done. Be it saracens or hellspawn, all would fall until your final moment. The hellspawns screeched as they charged. The sword hissed as you drew from the scabbard.The first creature flanked to your right, you side step the thrust of the spear and slash the creature’s throat. The second creature brought his arms up and brought down a mighty cleaver. You raised your shield.Your kness buckle, but you persevere.Rather, your strength carried on, you, the leper, who no longer had the strength that you once did. While not a surge of power, the change was palpable.“Rrragh!” The hellspawn roared.Your sword thrust through the hellspawn’s chest plate, and slid out with ease, just in time to see the last hellspawn walking, holding a battleaxe caked with blood and bits of hair. HIs movements were slow, you dodged each attack and kept at a safe distance. You hear more footsteps, the rustling of armor at a full sprint. “Mak nim antam!”The words of a hellspawn, a tongue uglier than a saracen. You will kill them all, or die trying, a fate of all knights. Their faces varied in its repulsiveness, flat noses, ears with warts, fangs, bony fingers, skin in dark and pale colors… Truly, they could only spawn from the deepest and muddiest depth of hell. “Lord grant me the strength…” You whisper quietly, then charged.The fight began. The familiar blur of battle whirred. Blades clashed, your heart thumped, but one by one each hellspawn fell. There was a spark, reminding you of your young self, back then when you thought you’d live to eighty after your first successful battle. Back then, you were called…>Rainier The Swift [Perception and Agility focus]>The Jerusalem Bear [Strength and Endurance focus] >Rainier The Wolf [Strength and Agility focus]
>>6298873>The Jerusalem Bear [Strength and Endurance focus]
>>6298873>Rainier The Wolf [Strength and Agility focus]Probably the best synergy with the shield for shield charges and bashes
>>6298873>Rainier The Wolf [Strength and Agility focus
>>6298873>>Rainier The Swift [Perception and Agility focus]
>>6298873>Rainier The Wolf [Strength and Agility focus]
>>6298873>Rainier The Swift [Perception and Agility focus]
>>6298971>>6298974>>6299092>>6299119>>6299290Votes counted
>>6299545I'm curious, OP... When does the isekai part come in?
Back then, you were called… Rainier The Wolf. While lion would have been a more fitting name, one of your brothers thought of a wolf first and the name followed. “Morakah!”The hellspawn surrounded you, with spears and axes. No matter how many you blocked, dodged, parried, and slashed, you were just one man. Your heart trembled, limbs crumbling, whatever strength you regained drained away as you faced multiple combatants. You raised your shield and buckled your legs, blocking the cleaver. You flicked your wrist to parry the thrust from the hellspawn’s sword. The hellspawn behind you roared. The cold slashed across your back, tearing through your armor. You fall to your knees. “There’s more of them like what they said!” A familiar whistles of arrows flew. The hellspawns fell.“Charge! Drive the demons back!” The new reinforcements were the strangest group you’ve ever seen. One man was short and stout, holding a large axe. Another was a woman with long ears with dual daggers. There were more, those that would only exist in story books or a rambling of a madman. “Maria, heal the knight’s wound!” A woman knelt beside you and placed her hands over you. Her hands glowed in a soothing amber light. This had to be witchcraft. Yet… Can witchcraft have such warmth and rejuvenate you? “Can you stand?”You look up, and see the woman softly smiling, she wore armor over her habit along with a mace. A woman in battle, a sister no less… “I can… Thank you.” The sound of battle ceased, the group of fighters triumphed over the hellspawns. “Let me help you.” Maria pulled your arm gently. Your footing staggered, but you managed to stand. "My thanks, sister.">"Who are you?">"Where am ?">"Who are they?"
>>6299568we're already in it>>6299672>"Who are you?"
>>6299672>"Where am I?">>6299677Oh, ignore me, I'm dumb. I didn't realize we'd already shifted worlds.
>>6299672>"Where am I?"
>>6299672>"Where am ?"
