Eternal forest expansion halted by Mazurio dominan the region. Theocracy withdraws to their own borders due to Mazurio threat. tral Empire being solidated by noble forces. Northern Empire overrun by Coalition forces. Greenskins and Li stu eternal war. Southern Sultanate ransacks imperial south. Juill a mess of civil wars. -Report orey's desk in Quintillius
POV Esstrey The Mad Queen of Quintillius
This world has figured out world wars.
A flict so big, there is no one who isn't feeling it. There's some real art to destru of this scale, sadly I'm no artist. I am a soldier, a mutant, a monster, a ruler, and one hell of a good shot. That st one isn't bragging, the pirates are just that terrible with firearms pared to me. I gave the guns to a group of my most experienced men, and I am bringing along a few strike teams of mermaids with me as well. We head for the most strategically important location of this war. O on any kno except for the scribbles of a two thousand old journal of a man who thought he could create 'the ultimate race'. Like that hasn't been done before.
"Cory, stop pointing the shotgun at your eye unless you want to lose that one as well." The pirate iion is looking down the barrel of the shotgun that used to belong to the most paranoid man on this p.
Speaking of paranoia, I have been training my blood magi plete secrecy. The only ones who know are the ohat were present when I decided to pilot my body like a puppet. Even Lychta doesn't know, because Mazurians apparently tend to speak to all Mazurians informally, yet Lychta has always been incredibly formal with me.
She might not see me as a Mazurian, I don't know why, and I doly care either. The old memories are useful, but not seeing me as a Mazurian is hardly grounds for betrayal. The surrounding men are something else in that regard.
"Lady Esstre' are ye sure t'was a good idea to give me men those bsters? I may be a upstandin' individual of css, but me men might try an cim tha bounty on yer head, see?" Admiral Nosk looks with worry, he knows a surprisingly rge amount about keeping discipline for a pirate.
"Alright you sealegs, if ahinks they cim my head with the guns I gave you, listen well. I suggest when you shoot me, you make it t. Better make it hurt, better make it t. Make sure I don't get up. The things I'll do to your sorry asses if I find out you failed to kill something at point-bnk range while having the advantage of surprise is gonna be worse than what I do to traitors." The men look a bit shakily as I tower over them. Good, we aren't swimming in bullets, and they shouldn't be wasting valuable ammo.
The ship casually goes onward to its destination. A small ke is o it, where my forces will be stationed while I scout the location. The men have a slight downcast expression on them as we move.
"Oi boozemonkeys listen up! Same goes for the mermaid teams down below, I know you hear me. In my delicate little hands here is the journal of a two thousand old dead man, and the treasure left behind by his friend. His friend was someone from my world, which means that the deathsticks you hold in your hae to areasures, and when this is fight ends you get to keep the guns if you shot all those bullets into ehe treasure iion holds an 'unliving on' that is capable of summoning the very goddess to even the pying field with the fug invader scum. This is gonna be something for the history books, and is sure to earn you a few rounds in the bar. up ds, and give me an urah!" My short speech visibly invigorates the men. They grip their various ons iermination.
"URAH!" The men aboard the ship sound off.
"I 't hear you!" I gesture toward both the men, and the water. My and is obeyed.
"URRAAAAHH!" The boat and the water synize in glorious unison.
Giving the men a quick wave of goodbye, I disembark on the smooth sand beach of the ke. I start calling for the words to draw the ons to me.
"Whiskey Echo Whiskey. Lima Alpha Delta." I repeat it a couple more time, until a hatch opens in some nearby grass.
A robot reveals itself, showing signifit wear from age, but moving no less slow.
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"Hold that thought rade, I have more friendlies ing in for this." I sent out letters to the whole Coalition after all. Some Empire crossbowmen would already help me pull off a miracle here.
"Esstrey! It is good to see you!" An oddly familiar voice sounds from the foliage, and a timid woman emerges from it.
Ena Dalia. The teacher of the 'heroes' sent by Dalka after me.
"Dalia!" The robot o me attempts to speak up, but I firmly grasp its appendage. My voice sounds cheery, and happy to see an old friend.
My gun says otherwise, and the RPK lights up the teacher. My bullets phase out of existen front of her, and a shimmering barrier reveals itself.
The timid woman drops the antics, and looks at me incredulously.
"How did you know?" Ena Dalia's voice sounds cold, but I suppose shooting her on sight is a little colder.
"You've been causing a lot of trouble for me, and would have gotten away with it too. I remember seeing someoh the exact same build at Quintillius, trying to round up the Broken Stars to do some weird shit. Not to mention Alicia mentioning that we are supposed to grow immensely in quite a literal sense by using magic, yet here you are looking as timid as ever. Now you are here, if you truly came to help to save the world, you would have brought along more than yourself." This is the kind of paranoia that is warranted.
Her games end here.