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artfighterblog · 5 years

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In the distance as a car is traveling down the road to a town. The guy is munching on some snacks as he drives into the town looking for a gas station before he runs out of gas. As he pulls up to the gas station it looks pretty normal and everything. A little run down but still everything seems to be normal. As he stops by the place for gas he gets up and walks into the gas station.

“hello there sir you look like your from out of town there.” The cashier at the store says as he walks in.

“Sure am moving into town from all the way from my hometown to attend to college this year. And maybe make friends if I can.” The gentlemen gives a shrug and a soft smile glad to be greeted.

The cashier shakes his head and gives one look at the young man before him as he himself is old.

“young man I wouldn’t recommend moving to this town at all if your wanting to live I suggest you buck your self out of town before something bad comes. If you see a doll in your room just know you might say good bye to yourself.” As the old cashier tries to warn him gently without being rude.

The gentleman gives the old cashier a weird look for a moment and shakes his head as he goes grab the things he needs to buy and also buy the gas that he needs before leaving the gas station. By the time he gets to his car he froze for a second noticing that there is something wrong with his car. As he carefully takes a look at his car he notices there are threads all over his car and drops his things as he turns around to look at the gas station only to notice the entire place is made of cloth.

“what the fu-” His sentence got cut short as he suddenly heard. Laughter noises hearing a small curse lullaby. He gets very quiet and decides he needs to get out of here fast. He turns to get to his car only to stop noticing the entire vehicle gets turned into cloth. He hears laughter getting louder and louder along with the song of the cursed lullaby he starts running knowing fully well a clothed car is no good. He suddenly feels like he is running for hours while breathing hard.

He suddenly gets a Slap onto his face as he gets woken up. “HEY! WAKE UP!.. young man you back with us?” The guy from the cashier before is there knelt down beside him. Slapping him awake like for some reason he was suddenly trapped in a nightmare. He sits up on his own shaking his head trying to make sense of the world trying to figure out what has just happened.

“ye…yea I am ok thanks” He suddenly feels nervous but suspicious at the same time.

“Well I don’t know about you but I believe you need to go get some rest young man you just suddenly fainted there you sure you alright there?” As the old cashier helped him up.

“uh yea something on the lines I should get some rest I’ll go ahead and just go check into a hotel maybe get some rest for now to make sure I won’t faint from the rest of my trip.” he slowly walks out of the gas station deciding not to grab anything but getting gas. After he confirms his car is actually an car and gets some gas before leaving. One thing for sure though he is very creeped out whatever lullaby he heard earlier in his sleep and he prefers not to hear this again. Thinking of it gives him the shivers as he tries to shake it off by shaking his head and drives off finding a nearest hotel to check in for the night in hopes maybe he just needs rest not letting himself get riled up the best as he can.

He pulls up to a motel still breathing hard for a moment but as he pulled up he speaks to himself as he is gripping the steering wheel for a moment. “OK David remember the things you saw back there was just an illusion all of that was not real your ok and your alive. Now your going to check into a motel calm down and chill while possibly watching tv or possibly some rest just like that old man just said to do is get some rest.” making sure of himself after giving himself the pep talk he gets up out of the car trying to be chill as possible but failing at the same time a bit. He walks through the hotel doors sighing feeling glad its normal for the time being. He walks up to the person at the front office to check in make a small talk to go to the room with his bag.

By the time David gets to his room he set his bag down and double makes sure his door is locked. He goes lays down on the bed turning on the tv he watches the tv mindlessly for the evening. About an hour in as he is watching tv he forgets about the ordeal earlier and decides to order pizza to his hotel room. About thirty minutes passes and hears a knock at the door. He checks who it is from the hole in the door before opening only to shake his head thinking he is going crazy as he notice’s the person looks like they are wearing sewn up clothing. As the person seem to have the most creepiest smiles he had seen. He rechecks the hole again only to find the person appearing as a normal pizza delivery man. He opens the door slowly and breaths a sign of relief finding them as a normal human as he pays for the pizza and take the pizza.

About thirty minutes later he is watching tv while slowly eating pizza. The show on the tv gets interrupted and suddenly there is a doll appearing on the screen laughing. He drops his pizza in mid watch of it all.

“hi I hear your staying in town can I come to play?” As the doll starts laughing, he gets up quickly grabbing the keys and a jacket and leaves the room soon as possible. The moment he walks out the door of the hotel he is suddenly stabbed by the delivery pizza man only to notice there are threads and stitches on him. The threaded doll delivery man starts laughing as David falls to the ground bleeding.

Screaming he wakes up on the bed in the hotel room and searches his stomach frantic for the stab wound in his stomach as it all had felt all too real to him. “I have to get out of this room I am seriously losing my crap here.” David quickly grabs the jacket and keys as he done before and goes to leave only this time double makes sure there is no one there to stab him before he starts walking down the road to possibly a church or something. Thinking maybe if he pray for his own sins all the delirious things that had been happening will go away eventually. He walks past the deliver pizza man not noticing anything strange about him choosing to ignore him in hopes its just hopes its nothing more than a dream earlier.

David arrives to the church and finally has calmed down hoping that maybe god might help protect him on whatever is going on around him as he enters the church. He finds the commitment booth and goes to sit down in it as he waits for a paster to come sit with him. It takes a moment for the paster to come sit in the other booth and sits down. “Tell me what troubles you young sir” The pastor said.

“First before I tell you my troubles I must know your name otherwise I think I might be losing myself as we speak if you don’t tell me” David replies looking into the direction where the pastor is possibly sitting.

“If you must my name is James if you must know now tell me whats yours and what seems to trouble you as of today.” James replies back calmly.

David takes a breath and grips his knees a little bit and says. “I don’t know whats going on here in this place or if its just me…. But ever since I came into this town I have been lucidnating or that everything that happens feels so unreal and I don’t know if this is even real or not right now. But I am starting to develop a fear of thread or anything related to yarn perhaps.” He closes his eyes for a moment feeling out of breath as he tries to calm down.

“Sounds like to me that you are ridden with guilt possibly by mentioning your sins here you can try to ask forgiveness to god himself?” James replies calmly.

“But I don’t remember doing anything to cause such guilt why am I being the one subject to these weird lucid-nation stuff that keeps happening just now recently?” David whines as he grips his own knees harder. He seriously wants a real explanation for all the things that has been happening recently.

“Hmmm you haven’t touched any dolls recently have you perhaps?” James question out of pure curiosity.

David thinks for a moment and then remembers something. “I might have took one back when I was a kid from my own sister. But that was just when I was a kid though this doesn’t make since why now?” He looks so confused why James is even asking the such weird question about dolls however.

“It seems I must inform you that its not wise to mess with any dolls related in this town. Any time someone mess or harm one doll someone either goes missing or just disappear all together. I am sorry there isn’t muchi can do however you can try pray for forgiveness only to help relieve such problems for now.” James replies looking a little horrified what this could only mean but he doesn’t want to give anymore details of what to do. As James looks very dishearten noticing stitches appearing on his hands. “However if you must stay alive I suggest leaving town.”

“Wait what do you mean leave town why? What does dolls have to do with this?” David asked looking very confused. Things seems suddenly quiet right then. Having a feeling that something did not go right just now. He quickly leaves the confession both and walks out of the church. He doesn’t want to believe what the pastor had said or anything beyond what could be possibly be happening here in town. He starts walking back to the hotel to grab his things. After a few minutes has pass with him walking he suddenly doesn’t feel alone like he has staring behind his back making him feel very uneasy about the whole situation. Thinking of what could possibly of whats going on.

As he is nearing by the hotel he see’s a group of kids playing around in the parking lot. As he chooses to ignore them in favor of getting to the hotel he shrugs thinking. “maybe they are just playing around nothing suspicious about that”. He unlocks his own door and walks in and decides to take a nap thinking maybe all of what James said is just nothing but nonsense since nothing happened to him on the way back to the hotel. As he had only nothing but stares which he couldn’t prove otherwise because no one was there every time he had looked behind himself.

By the next morning when he had gotten rest he hears knocking up front door and chooses to go answer it. When he opens the door he sees no one there but then he looks down and notices a doll and an envelop on its lap, curious he picks up the envelop and starts reading it. After a few min. Of reading it there was horror spread across his face. He runs to grab his things out of the room and rushes to go check out. He throw his things into his car and goes to the store. Thinking “ok lets get some supplies and get the HECK OUT OF HERE!!!”. Once he got up to the store he tries his best to look calm as possible although its failing him a bit. Once he gets done grabbing stuff to check out. HE rushes to his car failing to notice there are kids nearby the car. He throw his things into the car and starts hitting the gas pedal. “THUMP!!” He stops thinking “oh no….who did I hit…..” He gets out of the car to go check to find a child down on the ground behind him. He goes to check the child as chill goes down his spine suddenly. As the body of the child appears not to be a child at all. In fact its a doll body suddenly the child doll grabs him as the doll starts laughing. HE starts freaking out to get the doll to let him go as he starts screaming not noticing other people are gathering around him. All of them being silent.

He starts hearing whispers around himself as others looked at him, when he stops screaming still struggling to get the doll child to let go. Suddenly there is a rip sound as it appears he has ripped the doll child hands off. The whispers gets louder as it starts sounding like they are blaming him for everything he has just done just now. But he doesn’t know what he had done. Suddenly a lone figure appears in front of him walking forward and suddenly speaking.

“Elisabeth! My dear wonderful child what are you doing?” the figure tilts their head innocently towards the doll child that is sitting in front of him as horror is struck on his face.

“I was having fun lilly I figured we a new person for our collection.” The doll child smiles up at lilly as the scary figure kneels down to put the doll child hands back together. He suddenly remembers this is dangerous to be here especially if this child survived getting hit by the car and tries to back away fast. But was caught by the crowd that gathered around and has grabbed him in place preventing him from getting away.

“Ah what a fine boy he is too.” Lilly smiles wickedly as she moves in front of him. She leans in close to whisper in his ear. “Don’t think of escaping your part of us now weather you like it or not.” Suddenly pain bloomed fast in his stomach as he starts freaking out. He looks down and sees lilly’s hands in his stomach as he suddenly collapse.

He wakes up screaming all the sudden in the hospital as nurses rushed in to tie him down. He keeps struggling trying to get out of their grip. He doesn’t believe this is reality now with the number of times he has re-woken up and tries to make for an escape. But with the amount of nurses in the room holding him down he could not get far. As the next moment he felt a small poke on his neck causing his eyes to slowly roll back as he goes limp in the nurses arms, making him still allowing the nurses to strap him down to the bed.

Few weeks later there appears reports of him getting checked into the asylum. But suddenly weeks later after that, When he finally gets a therapist he ends up threatening them in attempt to get away from the person from whatever he is seeing. As he tries to rip his own flesh off of his arm stating he must get rid of the stitches on his skin. Leaving the Doctors no choice but to put him in a straight jacket to prevent him from tearing anymore of his own skin. But the very next day the reports flooded in stating he went missing leaving only a doll body behind with blood dripping down from its eyes as a pool of blood appears under its body.

Hope you guys like the story if you guys are more interested of what happened in the last previous two storys your more then welcome to check them out.

part 1: https://artfighterblog.tumblr.com/post/166547022984/hello-there-welcome-to-the-tale-of-the-doll

part 2: https://artfighterblog.tumblr.com/post/179624734429/artfighterblog-it-all-began-about-a-month-ago

also guys i am going to be start posting cool stuff over in this one little shop here i am planning on doing cute little guys n stuff. from the horror story you guys may like and also doing some landscape drawings. if you wanna check out some merch stuff for fun.

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also check out our face book over here too and check out when my buddy will live stream doing games and stuff. i’ll try to find time to live stream when i can but i won’t get to do it all the time.

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anyways hope you guys have an awsome halloween and have a good haunting evening =D

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qarajhcreations · 6 years

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A Tal’Dorei Misadventure, part 3: Ship Wrecker

This story is told from a first-person perspective, of the character Tenarhik-ga-Rovhtark, better known as Tena Barkfang. As such, things that happens might not be described, as Tena didn’t experience all of them.

After resting near the beach, but still in a relatively safe distance from the cave and the ship, I was the first to wake up the next day. We had not talked about someone standing guard during the night, but luckily the night had passed by without anything happening, at least, so it seemed.

I had taken quite a beating, first by the corpses in the cave and later, by the boar that I killed last evening. And I had not taken my armor off before the night and as result, my body was so sore, that stretching out after a good night’s sleep, was an activity that ached badly. I looked over my traveling companions, sleeping soundly, peacefully. I took an extra look at the pretty lady, her cheeks so smooth, enticing almost, I wanted to touch them, but that would probably end up being weird. And it would certainly wake her up, which wouldn’t exactly be a nice thing to do.

I scouted the area, but it seemed like all was quiet. With a sigh of relief, I sat down on my bedroll, and began to open my armor. Oh man, my skin needed a breather, after the beatings and all, I ran my fingers over some of the bruises, and a jolt of pain shot through my chest. Ow, okay, don’t do that again. I looked at my armor, but apart from a few bent and battered scales, my armor had held firm. It was first now, with my armor in my hand, that it struck me how happy I was, that my friends were asleep, I mean, I was in undergarments, but still, I hadn’t even known them for more than a week.

It had been a little less than an hour, of me trying to work out the kinks on the scales, which is not easy without any tools. It also doesn’t make it easier, when you don’t want to wake people up. To be frank, armor-making and black-smithing wasn’t at all for me; who want to stand near a hot furnace, beating on iron all day, getting soot on all parts of your body, in your hair, in your face. My scale armor, and my axes, had been sitting on a big lump of a human male warrior. He was lying face-first down in the swamp, just off of the road going into Stillben. I couldn’t make out any wounds on him, but he was dead alright, eyes all rolled up in his head and all. At first, I tried pulling the armor over his head, which I quickly found was difficult. I then noticed the leather straps, looking like four belts, sitting on the back of the armor. That made things a whole lot easier. It also made the rather large armor fit me better, as I could tighten the straps holding it over my stomach. The axes were nice too, I almost expected them to be heavier. It took a while to get used to the weight of the armor, I had been living in rough, regular clothes. Maybe it as time to leave the swamp and go out and do good, father did bad, and I don’t want to end up like him.

As I heard one of my new-found travel-mates waking up, I hastily donned my armor again. The pretty lady seemed quick to awaken, and without a word, she sauntered off towards the edge of the forest. I’m assuming she had to relieve herself, that’s usually a first-thing-in-the-morning for me too. She soon after came back, looking pleased, no wonder. With my short friend all up and awake as well, we quickly took down our primitive camp, and headed back onto the beach.

With the cave looming ahead once more, we made sure to try and be quiet. I do not know if corpses and skeletons can actually HEAR anything, but, why risk it, right? I readied an arrow, but was surprised to see neither the pretty lady bring her long stick out and my short friend seemed content to not have his axe in hand either. I don’t know what they were thinking, I mean, I’m a pretty decent shot, but would they go in, practically unarmed, that’s like... halfway to naked. Perhaps their theory was “if we do not pose a threat, the undead won’t see us as one”. I don’t know about that, the undead that I have met in the swamp, didn’t seem to care much about if you were a librarian or a knight, but these could be different undead.

In the back of the cave, by the big chest, four skeletons stood, like statues, they didn’t move a muscle... No wonder, now that I think about it. But yea, they were standing completely still. Each by it’s corner of the chest, most certainly, guarding the chest. We also saw the sorry remains of the corpses, but there was no sign that they would stand anytime soon. No skeletons guarding the two smaller chests on the right though. When dad was home, he talked about arguing with some of the other highwaymen, about spoils and who should get what. My short friend was the one that suggested going back for the treasure, and seemed very eager to get his hands on whatever was in the chests. So he and the lady went off, I told them that I’d have their backs, in case the skeletons started moving. I was a bit concerned with my own position, three corpses laying relatively close to me, if they started to rise, I’d have serious problems.

They didn’t move. The corpses, neither the skeletons nor the more fresh ones near me. My two friends soon after returned with pleased looks on their faces. They must have found something nice, but I’ll refrain from asking about it. I know of greed from both my father, and later, my mother and brothers as well. Sure, it was nice to have money to your name, for buying food and a warm bed in an inn, but I had seen what money, what greed, can do to people. And I did not like it. At some point, it might be worth having a conversation with them both about this issue, but I’m not sure how I’ll be able to phrase it in a way that they will understand.

Out of the cave once more, our attention was turned towards the wrecked ship. From this distance it seemed only slightly larger than the fishing boats, I had seen in Stillben’s harbor, but once we got close, we could finally grasp the sheer size of it. What looked like a reinforced iron-band pattern, turned out to be hatches for large crossbows, each standing on a small set of wheels and seemed way too heavy to lift. That seems impractical to me, but I have never set foot aboard a ship, so, how would I know? We found two ways to get into the ship; a rope-ladder hanging from the railing and a small opening near the sand, that I assumed was made when the ship wrecked. The rope-ladder was all the way down, so my short friend would have no issues reaching it. The hole was a different story, almost all covered by sand.

I began digging, the others didn’t find it in them to help, I do have the biggest hand and longest arms, so I reckon their thought was that I’d be most efficient. It doesn’t bother me to do labor like that, I’m no dainty flower. Plus, if it’s doing good and helping people, it’s all that I need. As soon as the hole was big enough, my short friend darted inside the boat. I hope he’s careful, the pretty lady too, I’d hate for them to get hurt, when I can protect them. Finally the hole was big enough for me to get into.

The inside of the ship felt cramped, despite the size. My short friend was already going to town on some innocent barrels, I was going to tell him that people don’t usually store valuables in barrels. But one, it probably wouldn’t help and two, maybe that’s something you do on a ship. Most of the barrels had remains of food, but on barrel had a strong sweet smell to it, compared to the rot of the food. A smile, of width I had not yet seen, beamed on his face. He tipped the barrel, carefully, and began to roll it out of the hole. However, it got stuck in the sand. I tried to help, but ducking my head under the rafters, between the barrels and odd crossbows, it was hard to use my strength properly.

With our exit now blocked, we began heading up through the decks. If life at sea meant moving through such a cramped space every day, I think I’d prefer the shallows of a swamp. Sure, there’s leeches, bugs, pot-holes, and a lot of other nasty stuff, but at least you don’t have neck-cramps all the time. Finally we got up to the top, I had to do a bit of back-stretching. The top deck was clear, no corpses, no barrels, no treasure, which I find to be strange, but hey, if our mission was clearing out the cave and the ship, making the beach safe, finding nothing would mean that we had done a good job. At least in my mind.

While I headed for the rope-ladder’s top, preparing to get off the ship, my short friend went straight for a weird gate into a room below the steering wheel. The pretty lady seemed to be heading in that direction as well. They’ll be fine. As soon as I had thought that, a sound like thunder roared through the screams of the seagulls. I looked at the sky first, but it was all clear. Then I looked to the gate, my short friend had just opened up. A strange contraption of metal had a smoking ring, like it was on fire. I also saw my short friend having a different haircut, as if someone had dragged a strange knife atop his head, I glanced around, if something had been fired, it might be worth checking out. i couldn’t see an arrow, bolt or knife anywhere on the deck, but finally I saw it, smoking, red hot and stuck in the strange tree in the middle of the deck.

As my friends headed into the room, looking for more treasure, no doubt, I squatted down in front of where the thing had lodged itself into the wood. My fingers started moving towards it, it looked metallic, I could feel the heat as I pulled of my gauntlets; where I to dig it out, I’d need my fingers nimble. If I had a bucket, I could get down on the beach, get some water, and cool it off. Or I could wait for the thing to cool off on it’s own. Kind of lucky that it didn’t ignite all the wood around here. Then it struck me; I have a water-skin with me. Slowly and carefully I poured some water on the metallic object, making it hiss and sizzle. As it stopped smoking, I tried wrapping my fingers around it, but even without the gauntlets on, I could not get a grip on it. It’s surface was smooth and shiny.

Grabbing an arrow, I began to chip away at the wood holding the item, slowly digging the arrowhead in, pulling pieces of wood out. This was going to take a while, but if my friends started looting, it was probably safe to say; I wasn’t exactly pressed for time. I could hear them talk, calmly, well at least they weren’t arguing about loot, but I could not hear the subject of their conversation. I think I felt the metallic object shift, I pushed the arrow in and began prying it out. Man, it was lodged in there, must have been shot with a hefty amount of force.

Finally it became loose. I held my other hand under it, as it popped out. A sphere, seemingly made out iron. As it came out in the sunlight, it really shone. Mesmerized, I must have been looking at it for a while, as my friends finished looting the room, I didn’t even care what they had found, I had a treasure of my own. I was about to head over towards the rope-ladder, when a strange shadowy-creature appeared on the stairs from the lower decks, I called out to it, I wouldn’t want to shoot someone innocent, it seemed to be approaching me, I couldn’t see it wielding weapons, but something felt wrong about it.

It took a swipe at me, though I managed to step out of the way. My short friend was already en route, swinging his battle-axe wildly, slashing away at the shadowy figure. He hit, but it was as if he was cutting into thin air. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another shadow appear from behind the pretty lady. I didn’t have time to warn her, not that I needed it, she suddenly made a really bright column of light appear, vaporizing the shadow entirely. That must have been magic. Okay, so I’ll have to keep an eye out for the pretty lady and her tricks in the future. The first shadow had turned it’s gaze and limbs towards my short friend. As it struck, he appeared to become weaker, as if it had hit his muscles straight on, a scary sight actually. I fired an arrow, to protect him, but the close range, and with the shadow’s attack scaring me, the arrow just whizzed off of the deck. Despite the clear weakened state, my short friend swung his axe again, and as it cut through, the shadow vanished.

Without breaking much of a sweat, we left the boat, and began to carry, roll and drag my short friend’s barrel of alkohol, he was determined to bring it back to the city, to sell it, I think. With the barrel moved between me and my short friend’s strength, our overall speed was significantly slower. However, despite that, our spirits were high, and we decided to not camp outright for the night, due to the idea that none of us had trouble seeing in the dark.

It took almost double the time it had taken us to get to the beach, to get back to the city, but as we finally did, we all headed straight for the tavern. I still had sand on my hands from the digging earlier, so after placing down my short friend’s barrel at the bar, I headed out to wash up. After that it was straight up to my room, finally being able to take my armor off, letting my skin breathe. Despite the almost too small tub, the hot water was so relaxing and pleasant, I could almost have slept there. My muscles were tensing up, I would sleep soundly tonight. Placing my clothes in a neat pile next to my armor and gear, I were finally able to unwind. I slept only moments after I had placed myself in bed.

The next morning, we all gathered at the bar. We were to hand in the mission, so we all trudged towards the barracks near the large tree. As it was the pretty lady who had obtained the mission, she would be the one to confer with the guards about what had happened. I had bumped pretty hard into the door-frame on the way in, and was now rubbing my hurting forehead, so I didn’t really pay attention to what the lady said. On the way out, one of the imprisoned pirates reached out between the bars, grabbing onto my belt. I’m assuming he was trying to grab my rear, I hear prison can do strange thing to people, make them need certain... things... more than others. He muttered some words to me, before he passed out in his cell again. Life at sea, huh? Not for me it seems.

In the hurry to get the mission turned in, we had forgotten something very important; breakfast. Naturally, we followed a sweet, delicious scent to a bakery. I went straight to the counter, perhaps a bit too fast, as it seemed I scared the boy overseeing the store... I didn’t mean to, I was just hungry. It’s not like I was going to eat him or anything. Raw meat isn’t good for you, honestly. We got our cakes, payed for by my short friend entirely. With our immediate hunger settled, we headed back towards the shop, my short friend had apparently found something he wanted to learn more about.

Inside the shop, I started to look around for weapons, my axes were okay, but maybe it was time to update. I felt comfortable that I would be able to use pretty much any odd thing, mauls, swords, hammers, axes. The shop seemed more “general store and item” shop, than selling and buying weapons. As the pretty lady went up to the clerk, a strange sound could be heard behind him, almost like a fart, but prolonged and less... Flatulent, somehow. A mere moment later, a very handsome elderly man came out to the counter. There was something to him, I can’t really explain it, it was as if someone as tickling the inside of my stomach. I probably interrupted the pretty lady in her shopping, but she would probably take a long time finding special stuff for her tricks and what not. I, on the other hand, was pretty certain what I wanted and what I needed, plus, my funds were limited, going by the amount of coins that I had, though it was more than I’d ever had owned before. The two of them had given me a total of... twen-ty-five, was it? Of the shiny, yellow coins. The pretty lady said that it was five, then five, then five, then five and five more.

I told the man, Gil-something, that I needed something that could pack more of a punch against undead, I was really hoping for some weapons to be stored in the back, and he’d bring them to me to browse. Instead he found three vials of some kind, and explained that if I were to add it to my weapon, arrows or my axes, it would do special damage to undead creatures. I was only able to afford a single of the vials. But I couldn’t bring myself to sound disappointed within ear-shot of the nice man, even if I was. The problem was; I doubt, after looking at my remaining coins, that I could find a blacksmith, willing to part with a pair of weapons, or even one, for what I have left. I didn’t really focus on what my friends bought, I should ask them later, out of curiosity.

With the mission past us, and shopping done, we headed back to the square with the tree. We must have attracted some attention as we walked, I didn’t see many short ones like my friend, and I saw none quite as pretty as the lady. We found like an elevated wall, people had been putting paper on it. We found a missive that someone needed help with some cow-watching down south, there were other options, but they didn’t entice us. As we took off, I looked over my shoulder, back at the city between the trees. I felt like a better person, like I had done something important, something good. It was great feeling, as if something inside of me had grown bigger, stronger.

#Recap #Tal'Dorei #d&d 5e #First-person narrative #Tena Barkfang #Undead #Whitestone #Gilmore

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kur0kvmi · 5 years

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Sensei Am I a Light Novel Author Yet? XXX Climax Chapter 1

The sky always bored me. Draped in clouds, awash in the blood red sunset, or painted blue from a previous day of constant rain. In all its forms, in all it’s various cosmetic differences. The sky… It always bored me. There are countless stories of young souls reaching towards the great blue yonder, hoping for a future that can wash away the sadness, loneliness and frivolity of the hum drum lives they see in front of them. The spring fountain of youth, the legendary tale of evolution and self actualization. Yet… to me, the sky represents none of that. Just a barrier, only reachable through the mind, through the imagination. I think that’s why I want nothing to do with it”

Haruta wrote those words down on a notepad during class in his seat sat adjacent to the window. He’d reconfigure a few words, and try and come out with a different tone, however the words that flowed within him always lead to the same conclusion. He was no stranger to the constant sting of apathy that plagued most boys his age, however, for him it was less a lack of concern for the world around him, and more a lack of of his surroundings, which reflected back as a stern and cold demeanour. The world was meaningless. Not because he couldn’t find his place within it, but because his place wasn’t what he felt it should be.

Holy fucking shit what the hell was all that, where the fuck is the anime shit, isn’t that what light novels are supposed to be? Like glorified screenplays for shitty anime? Ok, so, this kid doesn’t get why the metaphor of the sky is so prevalent, we get it, he’s a loner, we get it, he’s bored and a saddo, we get it. This is all so fucking ga-

Shut up, this is a real story, we’re getting to that.

*ahem*

“I’m home” Haruta moaned as he took off his shoes.

“Did you get the bag of rice I asked for?” His mother said, whilst sitting indian style in the kitchen

“No, because we got rice last week, and there shouldn’t be any reason to buy more. I’m not gonna let you bankrupt us because you want more ingredients for your weirdo cultist bullshit” Haruta snapped back. “Also why are you sitting like that?”

“I had a signal from the spirits this morning. My period was supposed to be this week, yet I have no cramps, I feel a divine pregnancy coming along”

Haruta glared at his mother with a look somewhere betwixt disgust and astonishment.

“I’m kidding, my period isn’t for another week, I did get a signal from the spirits though”

“Do fucking tell.” Haruta snarled.

“How many times have I told you to stop with the bad language, the neighbors will think you’re a delinquent”

“Like father like son, am I right?”

Haruta’s father had left the family when he was 12 years old. He raped a 15 year old high school student and had been sent to prison for 6 years. Once released from prison, he abandoned the family and hasn’t been heard from since. Haruta doesn’t know any of this however. His mother lied to him and said he ran away with a prostitute. (Personally I’m not sure which is worse)

“What did the spirits even say anyway?” Haruta asked, while grabbing a bottle of mountain dew, and a can of beer from the fridge.

“I was shown a vision, of a far away land, where reality is as malleable as clay, and the very fabric of space time is naught but a tool to be twisted and bent to the will of those capable”

“So you did LSD again”

“Yes, but that’s not the point. I was actually moments away from summoning a portal to this world.” Haruta’s mother said, still sitting with her legs crossed, muttering incantations.

“So, let’s say I believed you, and this portal to this weird nether realm was real, what would that even do for you?” Haruta said while taking sips from his terrible alcoholic mixed drink.

“For me? Nothing. For you? Everything”

“Come again?” Haruta asked, with a puzzled expression.

At that moment, a golden ethereal circle appeared in the living room. Haruta’s mother’s incantations appeared to be working. The circle got bigger and bigger to the point where it consumed most of the room. Haruta walked towards the circle, half surprised, half impressed, and without warning, felt a heavy push from behind, knocking him into the circle, sending him spiralling into the magical portal.

“Have fun honey, take plenty of pictures, don’t worry I won’t sleep around too much while you’re gone.”

“WHAT THE FUCK, YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE, I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL GET BACK HERE AND KILL YOU, I SWEA-

. . .

“The Sky always bor-”

“Bored you, yea you said that already.” Mika said, interrupting Haruta’s monologue.

It had been 87 years since that fateful day that Haruta was shoved into the magical portal. Despite this, he only had the appearance of having aged 2 years. Haruta’s journey had taken him through various different dimensions and dangerous worlds, however he had finally settled down as a student in a school for aspiring Magic users. It had been his goal to conjure up a portal to get him back to his world so he could kill his mother for putting him in this mess in the first place. However, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. 87 years is a long time, time ripe for wonderful story material, it would be a shame to waste all of it. Let’s go back and dig through some of the nonsense Haruta got himself into.

[Time passed since the portal: 2 Days]

The night was cold, and without a single light in sight. Haruta had been wandering through this strange land for an entire 48 hours. Shivering from the cold, and weak from starvation, he slowly wandered as he pondered the various ways he’d torture his mother for putting him here in the first place. In between imagining the various ways he could inflict pain, he collapsed.

“Onii chan” “Onii Chan” “Onii Chan”

“ONII CHAN” The young girl screamed.

“Fiiiive more minutes” Haruta groaned. “Wait what the hell, did you just call me onii chan?”

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m your little sister aren’t I?” The young girl said. Her voice was adorable, every word tinged with bliss and youthful exuberance. Haruta was taken aback by how endearing this person was. The way she spoke, with a sense of familiarity and warmth that only a real blood relative would have. Was she his sister? Was this his real life? Had everything that had come before been a terrible nightmare? Was he finally home? She looked to be about the same age as Haruta, her hair was bright orange, her eyes were a shining emerald green, her body was supple and curvacious.

Moments later, there was a knocking at the door. It then opened to reveal another young girl with onyx hair and eyes a striking shade of vermillion. She was younger than the other girl.

“Oh, big bro, you’re awake” The girl at the door said. “Get out of bed you’ve been asleep all day”.

“Ok, I’m lost. Who are you two? The last thing I remember was walking outside in the cold, did you find me lying on the ground or something?”

Both girls shot him a quizzical look, as if he had been speaking another language.

“Big bro, what on earth are you talking about? You never left the house. In fact you’ve been quite the shut in for these past few weeks.”

“Past few weeks?”

OH sorry, how rude of me. What a terrible narrator I am.

*Ahem*

[Time Passed since the portal: 4 weeks]

Haruta got out of his bed and looked out of the window. Sure enough, he was in Japan. Everything seemed normal. This wasn’t the home he grew up in, however it felt like a home. It felt normal, it felt... good.

“Ok, so what are your names?” Haruta asked.

“Is this some kind of game? Like 20 questions? Sure, I’ll play. My name is Mika Yamazaki.” Said the orange haired girl.

“This here is our sister, Karen Yamazaki” said Mika, as Karen shot Haruta two gun fingers.

“Ok Mika, Karen, I’m Haruta, nice to meet you.”

“Of course you are silly, why are you talking like you’re meeting us for the first time. Anyway, let’s get downstairs, the others have been worried about you” said Karen as she exited the room.

“Others?” Haruta mumbled as he followed them downstairs.

Surely enough, there were others. About 9 of them to be exact. Young girls with a myriad of different hair colours and body types. Lolis, buxom teenagers, and more. As soon as Haruta entered the living room where they all were they all screamed in excitement.

“ONII CHAN~~~~” they all yelled.

“Ok, what the hell is going on here, who the hell are all of you. Where are we?”

“Haru-kun, you’re being weird” Said one of the girls in the crowd.

“Yea Haru, what’s up with the anime act, we’re your sisters, stop fooling around” said another.

“I’m an only child. I grew up in Shinjuku, this isn’t my house, I don’t know any of you people. I need to get home. I’m leaving, thanks for taking care of me and all, but I have to go, this is too weird.”

“Alright, which one of you dumb sluts forgot to drug him this morning?” Said a voice from across the room. It was a short loli with silver hair and cobalt blue eyes, staring back at him with a blank expression. “I swear, Mika, I’m never leaving you in charge of this again.”

“Ok, I have a bunch of questions, but I’m not going to ask them. I’m just going to quietly leave and let you guys sort this ou-”

“You’re not going anywhere, Haru nii chan. This is your home now, and you’re going to live with us forever” said the chrome headed loli.

“I guess, we have to be upfront about it. I hoped he’d just play along like the others. Sorry I forgot, Sayori nee” Said Mika.

“What a shame. The cute sister act usually works on hapless Otaku scum like him, with or without medical enhancements..” Said Karen.

The girls began to chuckle maniacally as they all circled Haruta.

“See, we need a big brother Haru. We’ve had them in the past, but they all leave, or die before we’re done with them. You’re going to be different. You’re never leaving us.” Said the girl with the silver hair. “My name is Sayori. This is the house of 12 wives.”

It all began to click for Haruta at this moment. The house of 12 wives was a story he read as a young boy. A story where a man who lost his way was whisked away to a house full of beautiful maidens. Who then proceeded to turn him into their slave until he was worked to death.

“You’re going to be our big brother forever.” said one of the girls.

“The hell I am.” Haruta then began to unleash 12 years of Aikido training on the girls. Dispatching them in rapid fashion. Breaking bones, gouging eyes, and cracking limbs.

In the carnage, one of the girls tried to blindside him with a katana, which he easily disarmed her of and began slicing all of them into ribbons. After all the girls were dead. He walked to the door and continued his journey.

[Time Since Portal: 6 Months.]

After the house of 12 wives incident, Haruta found himself again in another strange world, except this time it was a land with technology that was centuries ahead of his own time. A world of perpetual combat driven by giant metal machines.

“What the hell is this shit?” Haruta mumbled to himself as he looked onwards at the sky. Today, of all days. The sky didn’t bore him. Not one bit.

“YOU THERE, HOW OLD ARE YOU?” said a man who looked like he served in some sort of military organization.

“Me? Uhh, 17. Why do you ask?” responded Haruta

“FUCKING PERFECT, A LITTLE OLD, BUT YOU’LL HAVE TO DO, SON. FOLLOW ME OR DIE.” said the military man.

Haruta followed the man into an aircraft which took him to a giant sea base.

“New recruit?” Said one of the operators as they left the aircraft

“Fresh as they come Sergeant Izaki” Said the Military man. The man then turned to Haruta and introduced himself. “Sorry for the rush, son. My name is Goezon Ichihabara. Call me Commander Goichi. Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”

“What exactly do you want me to do?” asked Haruta.

“I want you to win, son.” Said the Commander.

Moments later, Haruta was whisked away and dressed in a flight suit. He was then taken to a giant robot that stood about 65 meters tall.

“Fuckin badass. Thanks mom.” Haruta mumbled to himself. “Let me guess, you want me to pilot this thing?”

“Only if you feel you’re up to the task. You see, our world has been on the brink of collapse for centuries, the evil forces of the Offschaft Empire has ravaged our world for so long and the only ones who can pilot these giant machines called Caskets are the youngest members of our society…”

The commander's words read like a bad synopsis for a Sunrise anime, and Haruta stopped paying attention midway through.

“So I just pilot this giant Cas-whatever and save the day right?” Said Haruta arrogantly.

“All our other recruits bit the dust, but this is a top of the line prototype that’s never been tested, we believe it’s going to turn the tide of the war.”

“Wait, never been tested?” asked Haruta, whilst being strapped into the Casket.

Moments later the robot was flung at full speed into the sky. Haruta was lost. Despite what most dyed in the wool mecha nerds will tell you, a lifetime of playing Gundam VS in arcades, and a constant diet of Giant robot anime doesn't prepare you to operate a 10 ton death machine.

“I know what you’re thinking. ‘How do I access the weapons system. How do I fly this thing, where is the manual’ Unfortunately, there is no manual. You’re in the rice fields now mother fucker” Said a female digitized voice, not unlike a vocaloid.

“What the hell, who are you? Are you the comms operator?” Asked Haruta.

“No” responded the voice.

“Are you going to help me?”

“Maybe”

“Can you please help me?”

Because of his lack of knowledge on operating the Casket, it was now in freefall, headed straight towards the ground at full speed.

“Would you look at that. We’re falling.” Said the voice.

“We? That means you’re like, the voice of the robot right?”

“Bingo”

“If this thing get’s destroyed, you die too, so help me.”

“Not so fast, meat sack. I can upload my core node to the base. Not sure they’ve confirmed that update for you humans yet” responded the voice.

“Ok, please, please, please help me. I don’t wanna die, I’m still a virgin”

“No you aren’t, Your biochemistry says otherwise. Nice try, you liar”

“Wait but I’m not lyin-”

“56 seconds to impact” said the voice. This time responding in a much more automated fashion.

“OH DON’T DO A FUCKING COUNTDOWN”

“55 seconds, to impact”

“PLEASE, DON’T LET ME DIE. I SWEAR TO GOD, I CAN’T DIE HERE”

“48 seconds to impact”

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. I DON’T KNOW WHAT I DID TO YOU, BUT I’M SORRY OK? CAN YOU PLEASE NOT LET ME DIE”

“Initiating propulsion systems. Welcome to the Casket OS 6.0 Pilot Registered: Private Haruta Harumachi. Cute name, for such a little bitch” responded the voice. “I’m your partner A.I. the Mecha Integrated Killer App. Call me Mika.”

“Mika…” said Haruta, pondering the events of the last world he was in.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out. So what do you want to do Haru-Kun?”

“Don’t Haru-Kun me, you bitch, a few seconds ago you were gonna let me die, what was that about anyway?”

“I was bored. They’ve never let me talk to a pilot before, and you seem really nice. Please don’t be mad at me okay?” Mika’s voice was sweet and sultry, not unlike the one from the past world, even more so when she wasn’t threatening Haruta’s life. “Give me a second. I’m uploading the basic protocols to your neurolink.”

“My neurolink? Are you gonna like, plug into my brain or something?”

“Along those lines.”

Haruta felt a sharp pain in his head, after a few moments of the neurolink, he had the basic understanding of how to properly pilot and operate the Casket. Haruta then shoots back into the sky, above the clouds

“So who are we fighting?”

“Here are the coordinates, just follow the map, and you’ll be in the warzone. Be careful Haru chan” Mika said in a loving tone

“I don’t know what I hate more, when you’re being crazy, or when you’re being fake nice.”

Upon reaching the battlefield, it was clear that this world was more on the Universal Century end of the spectrum. Broken down mechs everywhere, thousands of dead civilians, cities razed to the ground. Countless innocent lives lost in a brutal military exchange. Haruta was delighted. As Haruta reached the battle scene, there were two Bright red Caskets in front of him. They didn’t attack immediately, instead they began to communicate.

“즉시 기계에서 벗어나십시오.” Said a voice on the Casket’s comms link.

“What the fuck?” Said haruta. “Why are they speaking in fucking Korean?”

“30 초 내에 준수해야합니다. 네가 항복하지 않으면 우리가 널 죽일거야.” Said the voice again.

“I can’t understand you” Replied Haruta.

“Did you want me to translate that for you?” asked Mika.

“You can do that? Of course I want you to translate, why didn’t didn’t you do that in the first place.”

“죽다, 씨발”

“What was that?” asked Haruta

“He said, ‘Die, You fuck’” responded Mika.

“Lovely” said Haruta.

The Korean speaking Robots darted viciously towards Haruta’s Casket. One wielding an axe the other wielding a giant sword. Haruta maneuvered through their strikes, while frantically trying to figure out the weapons features. He finds a way to activate the missile system and lets two rockets fly, the axe wielding Casket slices the missile in half, sending both pieces hurtling towards a refugee camp below. The missile explodes killing hundreds of women and children. Their screams could be heard 30 feet above the ground.

“Smooth moves, Haru chan” blurted Mika, condescendingly.

“Will you shut up, I’m trying to figure out how fighting in this thing works.” Haruta fumbled around with the controls.

“Why not just ask? I can just neurolink you again with all the combat data.” Mika then shot Haruta with another neurolink containing the Casket’s combat information.

“Go time.” Haruta stabilizes the Casket, and pulls out a beam saber,

The two red caskets move on Haruta once again, however this time, instead of maneuvering away from them, he charges at them directly. Beam saber at the ready. He dispatches the one wielding the axe with relative ease, then dodges a strike from the one with the sword.

“Holy shit, I’m a real mecha pilot, this is fucking amazing” Haruta said gleefully while exchanging blows with the second red Casket. These Offshaft guys aren’t so tough.

“Those aren’t Offshaft Caskets” Mika said blankly.

“Wait what?” Haruta was baffled. If they weren’t Offshaft, then who were they? “If these aren’t who we’re supposed to be fighting then why didn’t you tell me?”

“You looked like you were having so much fun” Mika said once again, in her colourful tone.

“Ok, do a scan. Who are these guys?”

“No scans necessary, these are your allies.” Responded Mika

“I JUST KILLED ONE OF OUR ALLIES?” Haruta was shocked. He knew if he went back to the base, Goichi would probably throw him in a holding cell, or worse. “Why were they speaking Korean? Why did they attack me? What’s going on?”

“Well, in no particular order, we’re in a combat situation. These are the Korean Branch of the Asiatic resistance front, and this Casket model isn’t registered on any databases yet, so they probably thought you were an enemy. You should have gotten out and talked to them when you had the chance.”

The situation was dire. Haruta was in a real life, honest to goodness mecha battle, not only that he had just murdered one of the people he was supposed to be working alongside.

“This may be a bad time, but there’s Casket’s en route to our location” Mika said.

“How many?” asked Haruta.

“About thirty”

“Offshaft?”

“No. More Koreans.”

“Well shit.”

Surely enough, moments later, Haruta was surrounded by red Caskets, all bearing the same insignia as the two from earlier. The sword wielding Casket Haruta had been fighting fell back and joined the formation.

“So whatcha gonna do?” Mika then materialized as a hologram of a kawaii anime girl eating pop corn.

“Jesus, you’re even more annoying when I can see you.” snarled Haruta.

Haruta was done with all of this. He reared the propulsion engine and darted upwards. If he was going to die in a mech fight, it might as well be in space. However as he climbed upwards the sky didn’t get darker, in fact it was quite the opposite. A bright light began to shine, and before he knew it, Haruta engulfed in water. Still propelling himself forward, his Casket broke through to reveal that he was in once again, back in current day Japan.

“Mika? Are you there?” Haruta said, waiting for the A.I’s flippant response. However there was nothing.

The Casket was still functional, yet it was clear that he had made another jump to a different world.

. . .

“Get out of the robot, and put your hands on the ground” Said a female voice on a megaphone.

The Casket’s visual functions were shut down while underwater. For all intents and purposes, Haruta was blind and trapped in a giant metal tomb.

“What is it now. Mika, if you’re listening, could you turn the displays on?” Said Haruta

“Get out of the robot and put your hands on the ground” The female voice repeated.

“Rebooting displays” said Mika. Her voice bringing a strange kind of relief to Haruta.

Upon reactivating the Casket’s optics, it became very clear who had been talking.

In front of Haruta stood a squadron of about 20 or so pubescant girls dressed in various colourful costumes. Not unlike heroines from a Mahou Shoujou anime. The one with the megaphone had green hair, purple eyes, and a thin slender frame, however her voice was gruff and tomboyish.

“I’m giving you till the count of 5 to open the cockpit and show yourself, with your hands behind your head” The green haired magical girl bellowed.

“This can’t be real” Haruta guffawed, frantically searching around the cockpit for a kind of exit hatch.

“What are you doing?” Mika asked, bluntly.

“Trying to leave the Casket? I need to diffuse this before it turns into another dead Korean situation” Haruta responded.

“Do you really think a bunch of kids in dress up can possibly leave any lasting damage on a 16 Trillion yen death machine?” Mika asked again. Bluntly.

“I have a feeling these aren’t your typical middle schoolers”

“5”

“Open the hatch Mika” Haruta’s words were stern but tinged with panic.

“4”

“Stop being a pussy and shoot these kids, Haru-kun” Mika responded in her usual dry, sadistic demeanor.

“3”

“I’m not hurting children Mika.”

“2”

“Are you sure? Because you sliced those girls to ribbons without much hesitation”

“1”

“That was self defe- WAIT HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT”

“YOU LEAVE US NO CHOICE” The magical girl screamed, as her compatriots began readying a large destructive spell.

“WAIT, HOLD ON”

“FIRE AT WILL”

*** tsudzuku***

#light novel #anime #mecha #original

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