《Embrace the Blade [Drafts 1&2]》Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
Crimson felt his jaw drop. The library he had walked into was properly MASSIVE. The whole room was cylindrical in shape with book shelves lining the walls and even more shelves in the center of the room. The library had three floors and the whole thing was shaped like an upside down multilayered cake. The bottom floor had shelves running parallel to the entrance each reaching a good ten feet into the air. There were occasional foot stools all along those shelves for ease of access on the upper floors.
The wall on the bottom floor had shelves lining it all the way to the railing that circled the second floor. Those book cases were 20 feet tall; double the height of the ones in the center. There were sliding ladders attached to rails on all those book cases to allow access to the upper shelves for everyone who wasn’t a giant.
There was a staircase that followed the curvature of the room on the far side of the bottom floor. Crimson immediately crossed the room to the staircase and began carefully making his way up them. Stairs will be my eternal enemy!! Banzai!
The second floor was arranged in an interesting manner. The wall was forty feet from the balcony overlooking the first floor and it went another 20 feet into the air. In between the wall and the railing were a bunch of tables for reading and working. There was another staircase on the other side just like the one leading to the second floor.
Crimson walked around the circumference of the balcony overlooking the first floor and made it to the staircase leading to the third and highest floor. He, with the utmost caution and timidity, made his way up the third staircase.
Here’s a question: when you first enter a library, where do you go? Do you go to the front desk and ask where the book you are looking for is? Do you start perusing the nearby books? Do you wander the shelves aimlessly like a child looking for their parent? Well, Crimson will do none of those things.
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Crimson is the type of guy who is drawn to secrets and mysterious things, and where do you find mysterious things? In the back, in the most inconvenient place! Well, occasionally it’ll be in the front right next to you or randomly placed in the middle, but most often is in the back!
He walked around the third floor and slid a ladder to the spot directly opposite the staircase and slowly began to climb it; it was his first time climbing a ladder after all. It shifted a little as he climbed it but he wasn’t nervous. It pays to be careful, but too much caution is cowardice and the ladder was securely attached to its sliding rail. Worst case scenario is that he let’s himself fall, second worst scenario is the ladder sliding away from where he wanted it. Neither of those were a real problem.
Bingo! The best books are always in the back!
There were a bunch of very old books on the shelf but a pair of old and worn tomes stood out more than the rest of the books on the shelf. Crimson pulled one of them into his arms, then made his way back down the ladder. He walked over to a nearby table and sat down.
The book he grabbed was very interesting. The cover had a single complex set of lines intertwining together to form something similar to a Celtic knot. For some reason Crimson was able to understand that it meant ‘knowledge of writing’ or something like that; it wasn’t a precise translation.
Now that I think about it…I haven’t been speaking English the entire time I’ve been in this world, and since I’m able to read this book…I guess reading was included in my knowledge of the language.
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Crimson had studied the book for quite a while. It didn’t really share any stories, tell him anything about the world he was in, or give him magical powers, but studying all the interesting runes was engaging enough for him. He sat back and stretched considering everything he 'learned’ from the book. Some of the runes were complex, some were simple, some combined together to create a new concept, and some represented sounds or emotions instead of physical things. Bottom line: the writing in this world was a Level 10000 boss and he was only Level 1 cannon fodder before it.
He suddenly felt a hand touch his shoulder and jumped as a question rang out behind him: “What are you doing here?”
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Nurarihyon System in Another World
Kozuki Clan is the most well-known Yakuza Family in the underground world and Kozuki Hannya is the heir of this terrifying clan. His ascension was greatly anticipated after his abilities were acknowledged by everyone. Everything should’ve continued without any trouble, but who could’ve known that disaster would arrive so soon? On the day of Hannya's ascension as the new leader of the Yakuza's, their archenemy; the Mafia's took their chance and attacked the Kozuki household while everyone were busy with the celebration. The Yakuza's tried to fight back but in the end, their resistance became futile against the well prepared enemies. Surrounded by his enemies without nowhere to run, Hannya resolved himself to fight till he breathe his last, but by some twist of fate he was thrown in a dark empty space. There he met a mysterious figure who threw him in the world of 'Against the Gods' as Nurarihyon. Watch as Hannya builds the Nura Clan in a different world. Disclaimer: Nurarihyon no mago is owned by Shueisha/Hiroshi Shiibashi and licensed by Viz Media, All Rights Reserved. Credits to: Nepuko (co-author) I don't own the characters, including the characters in AGAINST THE GODS. there will be more anime references added in the future. Please join our discord server for updates: https://discord.gg/4ud2JKx P.S. - I just modified the cover of the book, the picture is not mine.
8 119Author's Rant
Just a disclaimer, this is not and never will be a story. I just, noticed I have a bad habit of wanting to rant in my author's notes, and have decided that, instead of accidentally doubling the length of each chapter with the author's note alone, I will shove those long-ass rants here. It might contain spoilers for my stories, as I usually wind up ranting about different parts I'm writing. So, if you actually enjoy my rants...well, firstly, what is wrong with you? Secondly, welcome! Time to figure out what tags to stick on this. Also, as of the second chapter, I have decided to shove some of my story ideas here. So if you enjoy half-baked, unfinished stories, then I got those too. I think that adds that short story tag?
8 132Changes
Changes is a collection of three stories that take place after the events of Edict. It would benefit the reader to read both Hy'Ruh-ha and Edict. Story one: The Monk and The Princess After a several months break from duty, Soletus, is asked to serve by the Patriarch as an escort to a conference the Brotherhood is attending. The only catch is he's acting as a second warden because someone wants him promoted. All he has to do is be at his best. However, his best is put to the test as he led surly men and then get whisked off to solve a disturbing plot with a determined and bored princess. Notice: Please note, that Soletus, aka main character is asexual. That is part of being a neth elf. This story delves into information about it neth and gets into the neth elf experience a few times in this story. You've been warned. Also note: As much as I didn't want to put it in this story, avoiding it was a futile effort on my part. There were things I needed to explain about Soletus and it's hard to write personal tales about character when avoiding talking about certain personal aspects of them. Story Two: The Sun and Stars - Summary and Date TBA
8 231Chosen Sun
Our main character is born on the Summer Isles, and over the next few years has increasingly detailed dreams about far off places. He sees a leathery creature spew flames from its mouth; egotistical aristocrats plot unceasingly against each other and worst of all a shadowy force approaching from the north. His research leads him to believe his dreams are more than just fantasy and instead a cry for help, but from who and what is still unclear. Rating & Comment Please. A Game Of Thrones (GOT) fanfiction
8 145Dauntless: Origins
Snow white hair, blue eyes, pale. Devil, monster, mutt, failure.This story follows one Tyr Faeron, crown prince, heir primus and mass murderer. A wrathful, angry, and lost young man that has made it his goal to hunt down the men that killed his mother - and he is on the cusp of finishing the promise he'd made before her cairn stones so many years ago. On the surface he is duplicitous, whimsical, and base of cunning - but within the depths beyond the many masks he wears, something is waiting. Waiting for an end, the end he'd come to long for, whether it be to himself or any possible threats in his vicinity. After that long labor of vengeance is completed... Nobody knows, not even him - an arrogant and otherwise solitary individual with nothing in the way of friends - only the brothers of the blackguard who follow him through life as he pursues this mission. He was born a prince, but he'd be called a disappointment - failing to manifest the great power that he was born to before being summarily discarded by his father, a 250 year old 'primus'. That word again... Men who can shatter mountains and level cities, that's what he was supposed to be. Some call them demi-gods, all Tyr sees is a poor excuse for a parent. Time had made him bitter, cruel, and arguably psychotic - seeing only enemies wherever he looks. They'd come for him, too, one day - to wipe the slate clean and make room for another - and it's his conviction to ensure that he dies while taking as many of those rats with him. This is a story about finding acceptance, growth, and understanding - from the point of view of a cold and brutal individual who wears many masks. Of someone who was born to be the greatest emperor the eastern continent has ever seen - but he failed in that. Strong, yes, but only in the context of a man - Tyr's magic is weak. His convictions are weak. He has been made a beast of instinct by loss and a constant confronting of his own impotency in the face of his father. A mythos that stretches across planes, of magic, a pantheon of cruel gods. Of someone who's dedicated his entire mind to the art of killing a man, and none to living a normal childhood or coming to understand friendship, empathy, or compassion. The first five years of his life a mystery, a hole none have ever been willing to fill, leaving him warped and twisted. His formative years gone and what must've been most of his humanity along with it. Now 17, he is on the cusp of leaving the city he'd never been permitted to leave for what might be the first time in his life. Always searching, though he won't know what for, for some time. An episodic that follows experience and symbolism rather than a never ending series of battles - where the conflict lay in constantly searching for wholeness in lieu of great villains or heroes. This is where it all started, the origin, the tale told a million times - and yet it hadn't been, 'reality' is tricky like that. The greatest lie ever told by the tongue that speaks is that any of this was real at all.
8 248The Foxy Dungeon
Inspired by stories like The Slime Dungeon and Arnar the dungeon, This is my dungeon tale with the mystical Yokai, Kitsune! Kitsune, Foxes with great magical power as well as being naturally gifted in illusions. They also hold the power to take human form. Now is the time to make their race known to the world through the powers of a newly born dungeon!
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