"Did you hear about Orcrasist? Apparently it's grown into a powerhouse within the short time frame of a year!" Jasmine overheard. She was taking a stroll to calm her mind. The last days had been very hectic and took its toll on the young witch.
The gossiping older and younger students' voices echoed throughout the tower all day long. Just recently a caravan of carriages had arrived. Selling products from said village. Many of Jasmine's schoolmates had taken interest in the souvenirs and bought everything. Most of the mages were from wealthy noble families. They simply gained the talents of their predecessors. Cases like Jasmine were far and few.
"Jasmine, there you are!" a young male said. Jasmine visibly flinched. Her cheeks gained a pink hue.
"Jasper!" she said, after bracing herself.
"Where have you been, I've been looking for you all day long!" the boy exclaimed.
"I was in the library studying." she said shyly.
"Doesn't matter, let's go to the city." Jasper said and grabbed Jasmine's hand. Pulling her along, while he was running.
(Meanwhile)
The beast growled loudly, proclaiming its dominance over the lesser creature before it.
Lenart stood his ground, pointing his sharpened spear, that's been blessed by Jantyr twice. In front of him was a legendary creature, known as an Orc. They had been lucky the Orcs weren't intimidated by the new monster lord. Or the village wouldn't have survived. Orcs were commonly tier zero. But at least one tier one lived in a tribe of Orcs. Sadly Lenart had found a tribe of Orcs and been found by one of the hunters.
Despite that, Lenart showed no fear. He was confident to face such a creature.
Brownish color, five meters tall with bulky muscles. A gigantic wooden club, almost three meters tall and a meter wide. Its teeth were crooked and wide. A grin was plastered on the Orc's face, showing how severely it underestimated its enemy.
Without hesitation Lenart struck first. Lenart swung his spear like a golf club upwards, carrying the force of nature behind it. Winds gathered around the spear and small sparks of lightning with low intensity followed. The Orc didn't seem to care and simply struck down its wooden club.
The power behind the Orc's club made the surrounding air depart, creating a vacuum around the two weapons about to collide.
"Boom" it sounded as both weapons connected. A terrifying air pressure descended on the surrounding area, as the two weapons fought for dominance. The two warriors had come to a standstill, as the power from both sides were equal.
Lenart tilted his spear, letting the club fall towards the ground. He jumped away and prepared to attack again, but failed to take one important thing into account. When the Orc's club hit the ground, it created a fog of dirt, that then blew past everything, with a powerful gust of wind.
Where Lenart stood a second ago, a crater six meters deep had been made. The Orc turned to Lenart who watched in awe. The Orc had a smug and irritated expression. It was clear it wanted to end this soon.
Without any warnings the Orc jumped towards Lenart. Its club was already above its head, ready to strike down once more. Finding it futile to meet the Orc head on, Lenart dodged to the side and stabbed the Orc's arm.
Red blood flowed from the centimeters deep wound. the Orc howled in pain and quickly snatched the spear from its arm. Lenart, who failed to see that happening, looked stupefied, as the Orc threw away his spear and attacked with greater vigor.
Lenart jumped left and right, desperately avoiding the attacks. He conjured balls of wind and threw them at the Orc. But it scuffed at his efforts and pushed through his attacks without problem. The spear which amplified his attacks was gone for the moment. Lenart knew his chances of winning had grown slim, but he refused to give up. He used the wind to push him in certain directions to escape the Orc's attacks. While also trying to conjure lighting from the skies, like he has done many times before.
Lenart only had one problem, it usually took him minutes to call forth the lighting and that was without distractions. Right now he had to multitask on multitudes he wouldn't even dare imagine before.
Trees left and right were destroyed, as Lenart ran like his life depended on it. He had to defeat this beast and use its energy to further his strength. Only then could he feel slightly safe. Only thirty kilometers into the forest, was a tribe of Orcs, who had a stronghold. If he struggled with the small fries, what would happen when he had to face the entire tribe. Everyone in the village would die.
The club graced Lenart's rib, barely avoiding certain death. Lenart felt a bit fearful, but wouldn't let that affect him. At some point Lenart had begun using his brain and started running towards his spear instead of some random direction. If he got his hands on the spear thing would be much easier.
The Orc noticed where they were running and started to grow restless. Its weapon became impossible to predict, as it attacked everything close to him.
The clouds above had gathered in a circle above the duo. It was gray and electricity could be seen in the cloud. Lenart had almost succeeded in summoning the lightning.
Just as the lightning struck the Orc and stunned it, Lenart grabbed his spear. Using the already existing cloud with lightning, he made it strike down on his spear. Using his spear as a medium for the lighting, he stabbed the stunned Orc. Without even being able to scream in pain the Orc passed away. The clouds above dissipated and Lenart collapsed on the ground.
Several bones in his body had been fractured, or broken. He was bleeding from his nose and eyes. The strain from the power he used took a heavy toll on his body and he was losing his consciousness.
But Jantyr had other plans. He gave his loyal subject a steady flow of energy, blessing him with new power. Well not new, just strengthening the already existing power.
With a fifth of the Orc's energy Lenart managed to stand up and use the spear as a cane. He slowly, painfully walked back to the village. The journey back took him half a day and the sun was going down when he was back. The guards noticed his condition and ran to him. Leaving their post
"What happened?" one of the guards asked. The guard had dropped his spear on the ground and used his shoulder to support Lenart.
"Orcs, there's Orcs in the forest!" Lenart said and allowed himself to sleep.
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I watched Lenart fight the Orc. Not once under their short confrontation did I interween. His strength was slightly superior to the Orc's. The only reason he almost lost was his own foolishness.
Lenart being 1,6 meters tall made the difference in size pretty much one to three. Yet Lenart didn't lose in a physical confrontation. In my eyes that's impressive.
(Third person)
News about what happened to Lenart spread through the village like wildfire. It quickly became the topic of all conversations. As for Lenart, he laid unconscious in his house. Being tended to by a professional maid, from one of the destroyed villages.
The hunter walked back and forth in front of Jantyr's totem. Which now had wooden carvings of different kinds of weather. Two lightning bolts, one on the left, one on the right. Wind symbols painted all over his body and rain too.
The hunter was short, just like all Falkens. His muscles were bulky, like an Orc. But it didn't limit his movements in the slightest. He had short hair and a large brown beard. On his back was a bow he bought two years ago, right before the first wave of monsters. It had survived till now and had become his most trusted utensil. The arrows on his back were completely new, made just the other day by the professional smith in the town.
The smith was a woman called Lydna. She had migrated here under the winter, after leaving her city. Apparently she had some problems with her family. So she had come here, eager to prove her skills.
"Jantyr, my lord! What are we supposed to do against Orcs? They're much stronger than us and they're almost as tall as our walls. There's no way we can keep them out! They're basically giants!" Howard said to Jantyr. With Lenart out of the picture for some hours, it was his job solely to lead the people.
"Don't do anything then! We have no feud with the Orcs! Heck this city was named after Orcs, literally. If they show signs of aggression we will defend ourselves. But if they don't strike first, we leave them be!"
As their conversation was taking place, a woman was rushing towards her house.
The house was newly built, made out of wood and sticks. It wasn't relatively big, but it would do. The house was one of the few houses that didn't have more than one family in it. Almost all buildings were apartments, but they had the privilege to live alone.
The woman's name is Matisra and she's Lenart's wife. She's several months into pregnancy and will be giving birth very soon.
She slammed her door open and ran inside. The maid greeted her, as she came inside. But Matisra ignored her and quickly went to her husband's side.
Lenart laid on his king sized bed, with several broken bones and other kinds of injuries. Matisra almost went into shock, seeing him like this.
Matisra was sweating from all her physical labor and it didn't help that she was about to go into labor herself. The second she reached their bed she fell face first into her sleeping husband. Having her blond, long hair cover her husband's face.
The maid sighed and regretted not working for the hunter. She walked towards the bed and grabbed the lady, who fell asleep on top of her husband. Using her inborn strength the maid managed to lift the heavy, pregnant lady and lay her down next to the husband. While also checking on the husband's condition. Scared it would've worsened, due to his wife's actions.
(Meanwhile)
Jasmine hastily walked along her friend Jasper. They just left the tower, descending towards the city. The tower could be seen floating in the sky, next to a gigantic castle, made out of stone.
Using a cloud, they flew down towards the city. All kinds of Falken walked around in the city. But the most important thing was the animals. All kinds of species did the work of their superiors. Slavery in a way. To Jasmine this was normal, she didn't even question it. Animals had no intelligence, so they deserved being treated badly.
As Jasmine and Jasper were walking, they heard a child. It was screaming loudly, complaining about something unimportant.
Jasmine being Jasmine was instantly interested in this and quickly ran towards the sound. When she arrived, she was met with a crowd of Falken's watching in displeasure. What Jasmine saw was several Falken children being beaten with a stick, by an enraged girl. Her clothing said it all, noble.
"What happened here?" Jasmine asked. She wasn't affected by the display of cruelty. But she'd still stop the girl, if she had no justified reason to hurt the children.
"One of the kids accidently walked into the esteemed noble child of this city. We can't do anything to stop the young lady from hurting the orphans. The guards are watching us and have no plans to stop the lady from possibly killing them!" one of the elderly Falken said.
Jasmine rubbed her chin for some seconds, before forcefully making the crowd move out of her way. Using wind magic to make them fall over, or take some steps back. Her move gained the attention of everyone, even the lady beating the kids.
Jasmine strode forward, with a confident sway of her hips. Her staff was in her hands, ready for combat if need be. She was smiling, a smile that made everyone around her uncomfortable.
"Who are you to approach me, peasant?" the young lady said. Her pride was through the roof and Jasmine really wanted to reprimand her now.
"Vineious" Jasmine chanted and a green streak hit the young lady.
She howled in pain, as vines sprouted out of her body. The green colored vines were tainted in red, as they grew out of the young lady's body. Some vines came out of her feet and burrowed into the ground. Locking the girl in the palace. More and more vines came out of her body, some snarling around her like rope, binding her arms. A puddle of blood had formed under the young girl.
Her vocals didn't work anymore, as vines had blocked her throat. Growing inside her body like a nest. Vines started coming out of all sorts of holes, not only creating their own holes, but using the existing ones too.
The lady had lost one of her eyes to the vines and blood was leaking like tears on that side of her face. While normal tears flowed out of her still working eye. She couldn't even beg for the lady to stop and could only stare at her in agony.
The guards tried to help her, but the vines attacked all the soldiers approaching. One even lost its arm to the vine. They couldn't attack Jasmine either, as she was intentionally standing within the vines' range.
"Hmm, peasant, that's what you called me right?" Jasmine asked, placing her finger on the girl's cheek, wiping away some of the blood.
Jasper who had arrived watched the scene with a smile and walked towards Jasmine.
"Now, now Jasmine, The Weather Forecast Witch. We can't bully our juniors. She's due to start in the tower in two years, when she's old enough. Until then don't bully her too much!" Jasper said and walked inside the vines range, without being attacked.
"She called me a peasant, Jasper. I'm not a peasant, she can't bully me!" Jasmine said, with a fake hurt voice.
Jasper gasped and looked at the girl. "How could you call your future senior a peasant?! I'm telling your parents about this!" Jasper said and took out his staff. Unlike Jasmine it was very short, definitely above average though and it had a good personality too.
With a flick of his wand and with two words from his mouth. "Cancelious, Stablious" the girl's vines disappeared and her wounds closed. But she would need serious healing to recover.
"Now let's get ourselves a pet Jasmine!" Jasper said and dragged her away from the lady, before she could cause any more harm to his cousin.