/wfg/ Writefag General- i lived bitch edition

his thread is for writing Jow Forums related stuff and the recommendation of books that are Jow Forums related

Give thanks to Polybius, Archivefag and BumpAnon for keeping /wfg/ afloat.

>It's been unscientifically proven that a lack of (you)s for writers can lead depression, alcoholism, story abandonment, and an hero.

>But it's so easy to make a difference in a writer's life. Just one (you) a day can make the difference between a happy writer and a writer on permanent hiatus.

>Please, post now. Help make a writer's day.

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JTfag
Not Heaven: A very special carrier appeared on the naval base, her past and service record kept a secret to most of the naval base, who is she?
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Viktoria: user builds a special rifle after something big happens
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Inb4 work kills me

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They look foldable. Do they come in flat packs?

So are you guys looking for smut too?

Welp, work didnt kill me
>give feedback
>JD my man sorry it took so long but youve written so much it took awhile
>if i own you feedback from something else please tell me
>life and work keeps me to busy to remenber all

>work on the sticky
>rework related threads and misc area

Still working on this cross-post-quoting thing, so apologies of it comes out weird. Anyway, good work on the second installment, JD. Ise/k/ais are some of my favorite works of fiction. As an aside, is user using Tigerstripe or something else?

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Don't worry about it. It's all good, I just want to hear as much feedback as I can so I can improve my writing. If you have time, I'd like some feedback on my current ise/k/ai story.

Yes! user is wearing Tigerstripe! To be honest, I was debating whether to just straight up say he was wearing it, but I opted to write to allow the reader's imagination to fill the holes. Thanks for the feedback, I hope you keep reading.

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the current one or from ALL you have written? because i can do both actually

As much as you feel like doing, though I prefer the one I'm currently writing. Of course, I won't object to you giving feedback to the older ones.

as long as is in the same board just copy the post number and it should work aigth

aight JD sit up its gonna be a long one

first and formost ill be the first to admit that i might be biased towards what you wrote since that genre its my fucking weakness, shit rn im reading a story that could be said its like that if a lot more focused on tech porn, so ill focus on your skill.

JD my man, you have improven a lot, between chapters is not that noticeable but between stories? its there you keep a decent balance with descriptions and char develoment, a bit of a slow burn for the genre but its aigth imo and lets more develoment (char, world building and explanation) the action there is actually rather good finds that good area of telling enough without going full pruple prose and with a bit more of practice (wich in my opinion is almost nothing) and some elbow grease you could publish it

tldr: you went from a decent fanfiction.com writer to a someone that should start making the first draft to a book

>sorry again that it took so long, i didnt forget just work and life had kept me super busy these last couple of months
>so, so very sorry

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Thank you Poly, I'm humbled by your feedback. I'm always striving to improve my writing, and hearing your praise really gives the motivation to continue writing.

>And don't fret about things in the past; simply look forward to the future and strive to make it a better one.

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also since Jow Forums is weird with word limits

>any other writer that i said i owned feedback please answer to this post
>last named author i had was JD
>life and work had been keeping me super busy havent forgotten yet about here

and time to read some anons that posted last thread

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Ooh! Ooh! Can I get a (you)?

sure, just let me catch up with you im an update or two behind

I hope you'll like it then, the last chapter is the climax of act 2 and I might not post the next chapter for a while

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is RPK writefag still writting?

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Think I've seen them post in one of the last few threads, but unsure.

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MK1 Folding Standing Umbrellas.

lewd

Sup?
I'm working on a story about a guerilla conflict in the near future. However I know next to Jack shit about guerilla warfair. Anybody have recommendations on reading materials covering the broader scope of such a conflict. I mean I picked up Mao's On guerilla warfair but I am not looking for something that's just full of party bullshit but actual content.

Folkeritos, it’s been a long ass time since i’ve Posted in this place.

But i’ve Come regarding the guy who wrote ATannies shit and his story about the Jow Forumsafe.

I want moar.
It was awesome.
I’m sad I wasn’t here to see it in it’s original thread.
I need to lurk moar often again.
This place is beautiful and I never thought it would become this.

JT still writes. Posts more just about every thread or so.

His name is Azrael, though the suggestion were cool. He's a good kitty, most of the time.

13 Cent Killers was about the use of snipers in Vietnam. Follow that with Marine Sniper and the second book (forgot what it's called, sorry, but it's about Gunny Hathcock).

well i liked it, do you want me to do feed back per every new chapter or per update

anyway, i have to give you mad props for doing what can be best desicribed as "a political story that doesnt goes ful Jow Forums nor lefty Jow Forums when using something like the legend of korra as a world and using a subject as that war" and i find very interesting that instead of seeing the typical characters that are from the western hemisphere we're seeing asian ones and some references to real life events ( Bhopal gas accident, bush wars of the 20th century, etc) youre descriptions are good with out being purple prose and chars are rather well done

closest thing to suggestion would be, please make a FAQ with some of the terms and references you use/make mostly with words in my opinion

I like it so far JTfag. Excited to see where is goes;.

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uncharacteristically dropping by to say I may have an update to post in near future, the question is if anyone is interested?

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Definately

Pretty sure the cafe idea is long dead and buried. But you'd have to ask JT/AT

full fun RK-95 a cute. she yours?

Also, Grub Trooper time.

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Riikka is a Sako-made 762 Rk 62 from 1988 with an M76-style hand guard and pistol grip, she resents being mistaken for her little sister the 762 Rk 95TP, she's the rifle I was issued during my national service.

*1986 I don't know why I made such a mistake

Happens.
Oh god the differences stand out now.

Kyewt!
If you don't post more Riikka, you just might start a riot.

dubs have spoken, I shall do my utmost to write more, it might take a few days but I'll do it, you have my word, and my bow, and my axe.

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Thanks I'm surprised it's turning out as well as it's doing. I started wanting to challenge myself with writing "fanfic" by writing a story in a completely different genre than the original, while still coming back to reinforce the original themes. I chose korra because it was so disappointing.

I was inspired by Peter watts' super edgy Starfish trilogy, keeping with the environmental/green speculative fiction, but to describe old technology such as jet engines as if it was nanomachines. A lot if the technobabble got cut from the final as it slowed down the story too much.
The other influence was "no easy day" as a very dry first hand account by a Navy seal if the bin laden raid. Normally I write with a very purple prose, so this bakanced things out. Lastly was old sci-fi like starship troopers in the way they write without edgyness and describe things obtusely -- I didn't want this to turn into a numbers and specs wank when describing things like the guns.

Rhodesia is a challenging subject because if all the connotations. I wanted to invert things by making the brown people take the place of the Boer. To further obscure intentions, the setting of avatar is a sorta red herring. I hope if someone who reads this without knowing the allegory has their mind opened about the conflict. I did want to show both perspectives however. Rhodesia was not perfect. There interracial conflict and discrimination and prejudice. But it did not deserve to be destroyed.

Lastly, the story is not just about Rhodesia, but about the evils of communism. Any Asia inspired modern setting that ignored chicoms is ignoring the massive elephant in the room. I wanted to show a world of communist china without america in it. I don't want a mandate from heaven to come across as too edgy, but Im also hoping that the world building has given a bleak atmosphere. We will see much more of the chicoms in the coming final act

Hey, you got the one where user's father pulls out the chemistry book and he gets him a shotgun for his birthday so he can get HIS shotgun back?

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This may not go anywhere but I got inspired to write about third world aviation.

The treetops rustled as the pitted body of the C-54 glided over them. Her four props were feathered, one pinwheeling lazily. The nearly bald tires of the left main gear smacked into a high branch and the plane shuddered as a wrending crack rang out.

“Fuck!” George barked, “Willy give me nose up trim and keep it coming until I tell you to quit.”

The flight engineer leaned forward, sweating onto the console, and began to crank the trim wheel. It was closer to George, so much that the engineer’s knuckles touched the greasy knee of the pilot’s trousers. Bob dared not go for the wheel himself, though, he needed both hands on the yoke to keep the big old girl from eating tree.

“Stall buffet!” Ramon announced from the right seat.

“I know, fuck. Alright, fuck, we’re landing flat. Willy cut it out.”

The engineer released the trim wheel and pinned his back to his chair. He turned woodenly, just enough to grab the interphone from the rear bulkhead. His Hamburg accent boomed into the cabin “Margarita, sweetheart, get up here and strap in!”

The cockpit door, loose on its hinges, burst open and Margarita half-leapt into the vacant navigator’s seat. When George heard her belts reel and lock he let the C-54’s nose drop at last. The cockpit door stood open and through it the passengers, all six plus two hogs, saw the river fill the forward windows.

George briefly glared at his co-pilot before a deep groan from the plane recaptured his attention: “It doesn’t look low, you said it was low!”

“It is! Fuck you it is, ankle deep at most.”

“Nevermind that shit, turn with me, 15 degree left bank come on.”

The C-54 shook, resisting.

“Any more and we’ll stall her out, fuck. We can’t go into the trees on the far side, when we hit stand on the fucking binders.”

“Radio 40 feet!” Willy interjected, looking over Ramon’s shoulder.

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George cut him off “Let him do it I need you looking out.”

“30!”

“20!”

“Stall! Stall!” Ramon interjected.

“Hold it!”

“10!”

The C-54 fell into the river, her main gear slapping the green water and finding mud a foot below. The nose wheel followed instantly, sending spray into the cockpit windows. The airspeed indicators swung from 70 to zero so fast they trembled when they hit their stops.

The passengers clapped, the hogs squealed.

George ripped off his headset, taking his white peaked cap with it. Both clattered into the footwell near the rudder pedals. He leaned back in his chair and, undoing his belts, muttered to Ramon: “call company, tell them we’re down, you know better than me as to where the fuck. Willy, get out there and sump the fucking tanks, it has to be bad fuel and I want you to see it first, you know he’ll deny it otherwise.”

“The passengers?” Margarita asked, breathless.

“They’re safer on board, for now. We sure as shit aren’t catching fire. And, if you want, break out the booze for ‘em, but you have to babysit if they get too much.”

Ramon took of his headset and reported: “They have dispatched mister Norton.”

“Those fuckers,” George sighed.

As Margarita stood to leave the cockpit George added, “give me
the chart, would ya?”

She reached for the one tacked to the navigator’s table.

“No, the other one.”

Margarita passed George a folded chart. A piece of red string bound it closed which the pilot tugged off. Unfolding it he consulted the view outside, then the chart, then turned to Ramon.

“What’s our fix on here?”

The co-pilot leaned across the console and tapped a spot on the thin, mimeo paper.

“You sure?”

“Completely, there is only one bend like in this river and it’s just ahead.”

George squinted then rose in his chair, “Willy wait.”

The engineer stopped.

“Take the M1, we’re in Indian country.”

you're back!

Retarded idea.

>project that takes place within the MCU
>Titled "After the snap"
>One to two minute long minisodes
>Follows two characters, Ellis and Hannah
>Hannah becomes a snap victim while the two are preparing to go innawoods
>Ellis works to get out but begins to show the traits of the heroes he's looked up to from childhood as he stands up against bandits, looters, and thieves as he struggles to innawoods

Chapter Three

The wind howled relentlessly as user lagged behind the party of adventurers, most of whom were already up the stone slab steps. Impatiently, they tapped their feet as they waited for the out-of-breath user to catch up; the thin high-altitude air made it difficult for user to breathe.

The gruff voice of the party leader, a Knight of the Aryx Legion, barked orders as user reached the top of the steps.

>“Ranger! You are falling behind! At this rate, your probation will be over soon! Lead the vanguard, double-time!”

Panting heavily, user began the jog to the front of the party, his legs aflame with lactic acid buildup. Carefully, he made his way across the cobblestone bridge, admiring the breathtaking view to either side; the abandoned castle in the foreground stood regally atop the steep cliffs, as the sounds of falling water quietly carried through the crisp air. Vines snaked their way up the off-white rocks of the castle walls; as if nature itself was reclaiming it.

The reinforced oak doors towered over the party as they forced them open; with a groan, the old doors parted to reveal an unkempt, overgrown garden, lush with greenery and wildflowers. The sweet aroma of the flowers filtered outward through the now-open entrance, carried by the swirling wind that rushed over the walls. Before him, an image flashed through his mind’s eye; user’s imagination carried away by the sweet scent.

[A woman in a white sundress strolls through the garden, immaculately trimmed to perfection.]

The Knight unsheathed his sword in a firm two-handed grip as he cautiously entered the courtyard; the other members of the party following suit, preparing their weapons as well. user fumbled for his pistol in his hip holster; he racked a round into the chamber as he entered the courtyard. Stepping over the overgrown undergrowth, user took up the rear of the 4-man adventurer party.

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With no sign of hostile life in the courtyard, the party pressed on, deeper into the abandoned castle. Birds circled overhead, watching the line of adventurers deftly penetrate into the castle courtyards. Finally, they came to a wrought-iron gate; the entrance to the castle visible from behind the metal bars.

>“Mage, incinerate this obstacle.” came the order from the Knight.

>“Bring forth the flames of eternity; burn all those who stand in my way!” chanted the mage, red-hot flames spewing from his staff-mounted crystal.

As the roar of the fire calmed and died, the mirage heat took the place of the flame around the now-cherry hot iron bars.

>“Let my blade split all that dare stand in my way!” the knight said, his blade acquiring a turquoise sheen as he slashed.

The iron bars fell to the floor in pieces; the red-hot cuts igniting small fires as they touched vegetation. The knight’s sword lost it’s captivating shimmer as the mana flow was restricted; he made his way through the breach in the gate, careful to avoid touching the ends of the iron, lest he be burned. One by one, we made our way through the gate to the entrance of the castle.

Our knight stopped us with a closed fist, raised above his head. A long strand of disgusting goo dribbled down from the ceiling. Following the strand to the source, we gazed upon an egg-like sac hanging from the ceiling, releasing some sort of excess fluid.

>“Dryad eggs. Watch where you step, don’t pop a single one. We’re trespassing on their territory.” He said seriously, shooting a glance at me. “Ranger, don’t fuck it up.”

user nodded solemnly, determined to prove his worth to his new party.

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The rays of sunlight filtered in through the shattered glass of the library window, casting a depressing blue glow over the room. The old books sat battered and ruined, untouched for the last two decades at the mercy of the elements. The smell of mildew and mold was thick in the air as the party passed through, absentmindedly rummaging through the aisles of books for something that caught their fancy. Above them, a ceiling leak dripped water onto the stained rug below, the only ambient sound in the room.

Of the many books on the shelves, only a select few remained legible enough to read.

>[Markster’s Spellcasting for Beginners]
>[Enchantments for Novice Learners, Volume II]
>[The History of the Laventine Kingdom]
>[Bleake’s Fairy Tales]

A hand reached out to grab a book; flipping through the pages, user skimmed through the entire book.

>[Founded in the Eightieth year of the…]
>[...the discovery of the new material lead to…]
>[...After the sixth year of the war, peace was…]
>[...raids were conducted against the Dark-elves.]
>[On the brink of extinction, the…]
>[...A final curse to spite the…]

>[The rest of the book is blank.]

The book was casually tossed aside, clattering onto the floor. user reached for another book to skim through, picking another one at random. Before he could grab it, however, a cloth-wrapped hand reached out to grab his wrist. The cleric’s deceitfully dainty hand hid an iron grip as she crushed user’s wrist.

>“They’re here!” she said frantically, yanking him along.

>“Who?!”

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The dryad ducked as the steel blade sliced horizontally over his head; the ensuing gust of wind rustling her leafy hair. She lashed out with jagged claws of stone, swiping for the knight’s neck. The razor-sharp claws could slice through leather like butter; the knight’s unarmored neck was a prime target.

The knight parried the dryad’s attack with his blade; his iron gauntlet firmly gripped 3/4th up the longsword. He retaliated with a powerful shove, sending the creature back a few feet, allowing him some breathing room.

>“Need some support here!” He shouted, returning to a more relaxed two-handed stance as he faced the creature.

The dryad spoke with a hauntingly plant-like voice, like wind through a willow tree’s knots.

>“All shall die, death awaits. Return to the earth.”

With that, she began her flurry of attacks at lightning speed, slashing at the knight in front of her from all directions. The screech of stone scraping against steel echoed in the massive banquet hall; sparks were thrown as sword clashed against claw, the knight’s defense unwavering in the face of the onslaught of attacks.

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Proving highly effective against her simple attacks, the knight’s defensive skill caused her to rethink her strategy. Not a single scratch had landed on him, to the Dryad’s dismay. She decided to switch tactics; she would impale the knight at range with her bow. A stream of arrows streaked through the air, each one tipped with a naturally derived poison. If a single one broke the skin, the victim would instantly be paralyzed; certain death awaited him shortly after. However, not a single one made it past the swift sword skills of the knight. The arrow shafts shattered before the blade of the knight’s sword, though he was growing weary; his breath becoming more and more ragged under the constant assault of the Dryad’s projectiles. Even a veteran knight’s vast stores of stamina ran dry in extended fights.

Sensing this, the Dryad renewed the strength of her attacks, entirely focused on the kill.

She would never get her chance as a stream of frost froze her legs in place. Her tunnel vision was her downfall; she never heard the mage’s pretentious chant. Pain shot up from the Dryad’s legs as the frostbite set in, especially effective against plant-type monsters such as herself. She hissed at the cloaked mage as he began another chant, the staff’s crystal transitioning from an icy-blue to a lava-red color. The female cleric with user in tow burst through the door moments later, the mage’s staff discharging a tennis-ball sized fireball at the Dryad. Unable to move, she simply accepted her fate as the fireball struck her, engulfing her in flames. Her fibrous skin shrunk like leather as the heat sucked the moisture out of it; fueled by the bark on her limbs, the magical fire burned green as it consumed the flesh of the Dryad.

Her monstrous screams filled the hall as she burned alive, unable to even extinguish herself.

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As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

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That's pretty neat so far. Hope it goes somewhere.

Knight is dick. Deserves to get his ass handed to him. I'm putting my hat in for user and cleric to get together. Hope they find what they're looking for. Also, does this take place after the guild hall scene, or is this the flashback?

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This is indeed a flashback, but it's going to span at least another chapter. user is reminiscing about his experiences with adventuring parties, and will explain why he immediately rejected the paladin's offer in chapter two.

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Yikes, that's a rough way to go. But user still has a gun here. I wonder what happened to it, or if he simply chose to conserve ammo against the goblins?

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We should have sanked that fucking ship. Why the fuck did we let that fucking ship return to that island of zipperheads?

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Very nice. Looking forward to the climax.

Just updated the pastebin

Act 2 -- Ha -- of A Mandate from Heaven here

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r8ing and deb8ing appreciated as always

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This is going to be brought up in the next chapter; be sure to stay tuned.

Thank you for reading; what did you enjoy the most?

Thank you for the (you), I hope you keep enjoying the story.

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Chapter 3.5

The incandescent green embers of the roasted dryad shone beneath the blackened bark of her armor, the smoky smell of a wildfire emanating from her still-standing corpse. Often, adventurers would dissect and harvest dryads for their rare organs containing healing properties, but the cursed flame that the mage had cast destroyed any value that the organs once had.

The cleric rushed over to the exhausted knight, a soft blue light projecting from both of her hands. She rubbed her hands up and down the knight’s back, speaking her memorized chant in a sweet, quiet voice. The knight visibly relaxed as her recovery magic sent mana throughout his body, mending the miniature tears in the muscle fibres, and super-enriching the oxygen in his red-blood cells; the accelerated rate of healing rejuvenated the knight in mere minutes, whereas conventional methods would take hours.

With his armored gauntlet, the knight lovingly stroked the cleric’s cheek in thanks. Tipping her head upwards with his thumb and forefinger, he lifted his faceplate, revealing his brilliant blue eyes and fair skin. The pair were out of earshot for user, but his mind filled in the words for him anyways.

>[I love you.]

>[I’m sorry I was late. I couldn’t bear to see you injured.]

>[Don’t fret. I will always be your sword.]

user’s dub was quickly cut short as the knight stomped over to him; his electric blue eyes seemingly burning in fury. He began shouting as soon as he was within earshot of user; his patience worn thin. It seemed that recovery magic did not affect the mental status of the angry knight before user. All kinds of curses were spat at him; for good purpose, it seemed.

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>“Ranger! You useless sack of goblin shit! Why weren’t you here with the rest of us?! You could’ve at least contributed something to the battle, but instead, you were off horsing around somewhere else! Even worse, you had to be brought here by *MY* cleric; what kind of useless Ranger are you?! You claim to have a weapon of unimaginable power, yet none of us has even seen this ‘weapon’! The only thing you are useful for is carrying loot, and yet you even fail at that! What good is a pack mule if he cannot keep up with the pack!? I should leave you here to fend for yourself, you piece of dragon dung!”

The cleric bounded to the knight’s side, placing her delicate hand on his breastplate. In a voice that user could barely hear, she pleaded with the knight to go easy on him.

>“It wasn’t his fault; it was mine,” she said in an innocent tone, “I should’ve kept the group tighter together. Don’t punish the Ranger for what was out of his control, I beg of you.”

Unable to resist her plea, the knight’s face hard stare softened as he gazed at her.

>“I… Fine. For your sake, I will allow the Ranger another chance to prove himself.” said the knight, still staring into the irresistible puppy-like eyes of the cleric.

Tearing his eyes away from the hypnotic emerald gaze of the cleric, he ordered the party to continue deeper into the castle.

>“To the treasury!”

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With the knight and mage taking point down the spiralling staircase, user and the Cleric took the rear, walking side-by-side down the steps. She was certainly pretty; user did not deny that. He hadn’t taken the time before to study the details of the party members before, but now that he walked within arm’s length of such a beautiful specimen of a woman, his heart began to pound deep inside his chest. With each step down, her brunette hair jumped slightly, not to mention the way the cloth dangled from her breastplate; all rather exciting from user’s point of view.

She noticed his gaze; rather, his nervousness. Mistaking his nervousness as anxiety from earlier, she attempted to cheer him up with small talk; conversation to lighten the mood.

>“Hey. It’s user, right?” she spoke, “Don’t worry about Sean. He’s always like that; he doesn’t really mean it. He just wants the best outcome for the party, that’s all. Sean’s really a sweet guy once you get to know him. He really cares about his party; he’d rather die than to lose one of us. Just… take it a bit slower; let him warm up to you, okay?”

She flashed a bone-white smile at user, who began to blush.

>“S-sure.” was his reply.

>“We’d better catch up to Sean and Matthew. Don’t want them to yell at us again. C’mon!” said the cleric, pulling user by the hand once again.

user felt his heart race faster than the stairs he was flying down; he felt as if the world was in the palm of his while holding the cleric’s gloved hand.

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A pair of twin oak doors, bound by iron bands, sat firmly closed under a cobblestone arch. They were in the lowest parts of the castle now; the treasury room which housed all of the kingdom’s gold. Two torches flanked either side of the inward-opening doors; oddly, they were lit as the party of adventurers had arrived.

>“Wasn’t this supposed to be an abandoned castle?” said the mage, “If so, why in Skye’s name are these torches lit?”

>“Perhaps the mana-stores are still intact?” offered the cleric.

>“Not possible.” grunted the knight.

>[Someone must’ve been here recently.] thought user.

>“Sean, the lock’s still on here. I think we’re still good to go.” the mage informed; bringing his staff over his head to smash it.

>“Do it.” commanded the knight.

The rusted lock provided little in the way defense as it broke away in a single hit from the mage’s Axlite staff. Both the knight and mage pushed the heavy oak doors open simultaneously, both of them grunting with effort as the oak doors moaned in protest.

>“Ranger! You’re on vanguard!” ordered the knight, holding the door open.

user nodded, eager to pull his weight. He made his way into the empty hall, again lit by multiple torches. Something was off. The hairs on the end of his neck stood upright; his stomach became upset. It felt like an ambush was near, as if some unseen foe was tracking his footsteps through the walls of the castle. His fear was replaced with courage as he saw the beautiful cleric behind him, her face not showing a trace of cowardice or terror, but instead filled with excitement. Like a giddy schoolgirl, she practically skipped forward as the knight and mage took the rear, alert for any monsters that would show up.

The final door to the treasury room lay ahead; this time guarded by a reinforced iron door. It’d take hours for a battering ram to break through it, even in its advanced age.

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>“Same trick, boss?” asked the mage.

>“Su-”

The knight stopped mid-sentence as he watched the Ranger scale the 12-foot door. user pulled the rusted iron rod free from its place inside the hinge, letting it drop to the floor with a loud clang. Subsequently, he repeated the task on the lower hinge. The heavy iron door still refused to budge aside from a tiny crack, enough to reveal the culprit; a hefty plank of wood on the other side held the two doors together.

It was rotting with age, but it maintained enough structural integrity to prevent any intruders from entering the treasure room. Still fulfilling its purpose after 2 and a half decades of wear, the plank met its end by the knight’s blade, which cleaved straight through the thick slab of wood, a perfect slight through 2 feet of oak.

To their surprise, the treasury room was empty. Tens of thousands of gold pieces should’ve been stacked to the ceiling here. Instead, nothing but a few spare copper coins lay sprinkled about atop a birch desk, surrounding a brown piece of parchment. Upon closer inspection, the parchment was brown with age in addition to being illegible. Not a single item was worth taking back to the guild hall.

While the rest of the party began to curse their failed expedition, user found something of interest; a large hole in the wall, about three feet square. Bits of some sort of translucent material littered the tunnel; the texture rough and crinkly. user had no idea what it was; nor where it came from, aside from the fact that it must’ve come from the tunnel before him.

~

The cleric watched user disappear into the dark tunnel while her two childhood friends bickered over how they would split the copper coins (that were worth next to nothing). She quietly stalked behind the reserved Ranger, watching him pull an item she’d never seen before out of his pack. A brilliant light appeared in his hand, though it was focused forward with the focus and brilliance of a lighthouse.

>[Could this Ranger actually be a Sorcerer? What sort of strange magical items does he possess?] She thought.

She watched from behind the corner as he illuminated something on the floor before crushing it with his boot. She called out to him, worried for his safety.

>“Ranger! Do not stray too far!”

She was temporarily blinded by the immense amount of light that flooded her vision as user turned towards the sound that called him. She couldn’t see the gesture, but user nodded in response. What she did see was the red and pink tail that whipped through the air, coiling around her leg.

~

The cleric’s scream brought the two armored members of the party sprinting down the hall, swords drawn. Their heavy, clanking footsteps were drowned out as thunderous booms echoed from inside a dark tunnel, bright yellow flashes illuminating the passage for a split-second. The pair ran down to the ranger who was yelling bloody murder whilst swinging at anything in range; he was surrounded by an invisible foe that had begun to constrict him.

With the assistance of the mage’s light, the knight quickly sliced the sapient vines, killing them instantly. Shouting, he ordered the Ranger to speak.

>“What happened to her!? Where is she?!” he shouted

>“It took her! Down the tunnel, to the left!” user shouted back, “I’ll lead the way, follow me!”

The trio took off running after the abducted cleric.

~

That's it for this update. I should probably get some sleep.

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As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

Nice story! I like it.
Now if only Barrett would get some free time. I need me some M95 loving.

As requested... this one's for you, Polybius

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I vote we change Polybius's name to Polybby. Remember, silence is consent.

Shit just got real. Much as I hope it doesn't happen, I predict the cleric dies and user gets blamed for it.

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Tired, you start going through your pockets trying to find the whole grain & chocolate biscuits you had put there for situations like this where action prevents having a proper meal.
>"Hand them over" you say to Riikka after going through all your pockets twice.
>"Hand over what?" she feigns ignorance.
>"The biscuits I put in my pockets last night."
>"I have no idea what you are talking about!"
>"Then how do you explain the crumbs around your mouth?"
Upon hearing this she panics, starting to wipe her face.
>"...Just as I thought, don't tell me you ate all of them already?"
She doesn't say anything, instead taking two biscuits out of her pocket and handing them to you.
Soon after finishing the first one the company commander comes.
>"Which one of you boneheads decided it was a good idea to charge the enemy without orders?"
>"Guilty" you say standing up, wondering what he's going to say.
>"Should have known, as stupid as it was, thanks to your action the enemy has pulled back to regroup, giving our reinforcements time to get into position to take charge of this area." He says, raising his voice so everyone can hear him clearly.
>"So we are leaving?" you ask to confirm you understood him correctly.
>"Yes, we are going to head North-North-East to patrol a specific area, go pack your things and fill the tank, we leave after dark!"

(Several hours later, forest road in Koijärvi)

>"Papa 1, Kilo 10, prepare to make way for friendlies headed in the opposite direction" company commander's voice calls the entire company on "Virve", a combination between a hand-held radio and cellphone capable of being part of multiple encrypted government and/or other communications networks simultaneously.
>"Mike 1" Tommi acknowledges the message, looking at the map to see where would be a good place to let them pass, as the lead vehicle it's your job to find a suitable place for the entire company to stop without blocking the road.

>"...There's a farm about a click ahead" he finally says.
>"Got it."
After a bit over a click of driving you spot the farm Tommi mentioned & signal a turn, slowing down to wait for others to acknowledge before making the turn.
Without being ordered you circle the yard and stop the vehicle a few meters from the driveway, ready to drive back to the road once the friendlies have passed.
>"Turn off the engines, drivers stay in vehicles, everyone else take defensive positions!" captain orders over Virve again.
You do as you are told, everyone else jumping out of the Defender while you stay, taking out your canteen to hydrate now that you have a chance.
>"Finally a break, riding between the seats is killing me!" Riikka exclaims, jumping into your lap facing you & wrapping her arms around you.
>"Stop it, this isn't the time nor place!" you reprimand her, as much as it pains you to do so.
>"Hmmh? Is my shooter thinking dirty thoughts by any chance?" she teases you, shaking her hips in your lap.
>"Yes, now stop, seriously, I need to see in front of me."
>"You are no fun" she says dejected and turns back into her rifle form, you pick her up & place her gently back between the seats.
After a while you hear a rumbling approaching & as you look in the direction it's coming from you see a column of APCs.
>"Wonderfull, the road will resemble a tilled field after those guys" you curse just as Tommi comes back to the vehicle.
>"On the bright side those were wheeled, "Ällis" would have been way worse" he points out, MT-LBs would have indeed left the road in a worse condition in their wake.
>"Papa 1, Kilo 10, mount vehicles, let's get moving while it's still dark."
>"Mike 1." Tommi acknowledges the order before signaling to the team to mount.
Once every vehicle is running again the company commander's vehicle flashes "get going" and you take the lead once again.

that's it for the time being, r8 etc. etc.

Alright. It's been too long without Riikka. Nice little update.

>check the date of the last update
>exactly four months ago
I thought it was closer to two, I've got to pick up the pace...

>The first burst shattered the air as the rounds struck the creature's stout and cranium, embedding themselves in its neck and shoulders.
>The pack of animals hesitated as their leader tensed, his whole body not only seizing, but bending to one side along the spine and rolling back onto its side.
>As the second burst caught another one in the skull, kicking up dust behind it, the other four turning their attention toward Nelson and beginning a charge.
>Another burst followed, sparsely interrupted to aim for the fourth. With two of them left, Nelson laid on the trigger for the fifth burst, scattering dust behind the creature as it tumbled, incapacitated from charging any further. The last ten yards weren't enough as Nelson dropped the dot on the creature closing fast and pulled the trigger again, this time, rewarded with only one shot and another that sounded incomplete.
>Kyle looked over his shoulder to see, after only a couple seconds of fire, Nelson releasing his grip on his rifle, letting it fall to its sling as he reached for a blade on his hip, motion interrupted by a mass of matter the size of some overgrown wolf punching into him and knocking him off his feet.
>As kyle got up and lunged toward his own rifle, he saw an upward motion to the melee, a sane, but distressed expression faded from Nelson's face as he reached the eight inch blade awith his right hand, and Jammed it into the creature's neck.
>Kyle was flicking the selector to semi automatic when he saw the beast recoil slightly, freeing Nelson's left arm from its maw before a punch came to the creature's throat, which jolted it just backward and visibly off the ground. As Kyle attempted to put his own red dot upon the creature's head, he was frustrated to see Nelson's body in the way, and then shocked at what he saw next.
>Nelson toppled the animal, pinning its neck to the ground with one hand, and grabbing a leg with the other.

>Distress flooded the animal's face as it growled savagely, attempting to get its teeth back into the man.
>Nelson bent the front leg laterally from the body of the animal before bringing his own right leg out and kicking the limb, visibly shattering the bone and leaving it jutting out before the real terror began.
>The creature's growls turning into something approaching a distressed roar as its leg broke, but it didn't continue at that low, savage pitch when Nelson placed his whole left hand into the mouth of the creature and put his palm, and the weight of his body onto its upper jaw.
>Nelson's right hand wrapped itself onto the creature's lower jaw and in a second, he plied the entirety of his body against the creature. Kyle was in awe as he watched the creature go from a desperate aggression to a definitively helpless attempt to, with its remaining legs, scramble itself from Nelson's control.
>Nelson's right arm came free, Kyle ran to him, intent to prevent him from doing anything to hurt himself more and of course, finish off the animal.
>As kyle got within ten yards of Nelson, he saw him drop something from his right hand before restabilizing himself and picking out the blade from the writhing, struggling animal's neck, and then adjust his position as he stabbed and stabbed and stabbed away at the animal's neck, the whole time, the animal flailing, writhing and kicking agsinst whatever its feet could purchase, almost entirely air.
>At about the tenth or fifteenth stab the animal finally got purchase on Nelson's hips and kicked him back, flailing to its remaining three feet and running out of reach and away at a speed no human could match.
>Together they watched as the animal covered forty yards in just a couple seconds before slamming over, upper front teeth first into the dirt, flipping on a pivot that must've been placed in its neck.
>Kyle looked to the steady blood trail, every couple feet, another two inch splotch of red.