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Dearth of Gold (Elden Ring X Fairy Tail)
- Thread starter Naron
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As the little
indicates, this was a joke, it doesn't need to make sense....
True, anyway I feel amused of Chief Moka's lamentation about killing his own kin.As the little
As his son was actually alive and living at Hargeon as a fisherman waiting for the moment of a Legal Guild S-Class mage in need of a boat ride to Galuna Island.
And the natural born Demons were tougher to kill, at least according to Bobo.
Which would mean he also managed to get his fellow Demon villagers who snapped out of the Moon Drip side effect encasing the island but fled when the chief tried to have them killed, and they might be living at Hargeon while posing as humans, waiting for the day of returning home after the "curse" is lifted.
Ando Owen
Yandere Illya is watching you.
- Location
- Montpellier
I'm worried now that by going through a middle ground, the rotting girl will carry the disease elsewhere and cause a tragedy. Though we learned more about our new reach with the Rot, killing the girl might have been less tragic and more merciful.
I can see Malenia fighting some of the Spriggan 12 if they live up to their reputation and strength.
And it would be a wonder if there's a 12th vacant seat which God Serena would fill in after defecting to Alvarez or there's someone else in the seat and would be replaced soon.
- Location
- Your pantry
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Seven
Wonderful. Time to go with the flow of the canon. This will be fun.
You assume our presence does not wreck canon outright...which it does. not to mention Canon sticks to the Fairy Tail Guild, and there are more than them in Fiore...much more. It's just that Fiore is the most Fleshed out of all the area's in the FT world, and i dunno about you chief, but i came to read about Malenia Shaking things up in the World we know of, not the World we do not. Personally speaking that is. So i'm excited to see where this goes! Either way let's have fun with it yo!
Mashima's weak point is his hesitation to world build and expand, focusing only on his main cast of protagonists and leaving others underdeveloped and in the dust.
But yeah, we'll wait and see.
Personally, I really want to see Malenia meeting the Four Gods of Ishgar (God Serena, Draculos Hyberion, Wolfheim and Warrod Sequen) after sensing their power and see if they live up to their title.
[X] Fiore
04. The Feather and the Sword
- Location
- Earth
[] Fiore
Malenia is torn for a time, though she ultimately picks the nearest country.
"Fiore it is," she decides.
The elder grins at her words, though he says nothing of it. He simply guides her back outside, where the villagers are informed of her impending departure in short order.
There is no celebration or the like, although a number of people come forward to thank her personally. Malenia accepts their words with grace and an odd sensation in her stomach. It has been a good, long while since anyone thanked her so genuinely. They do not even know who or what she is.
The whole village is awake at first light the next morning. From the youngest child to the oldest elder, everyone stands witness. Some humbly offer provisions for the journey, others a few more words of parting. The elder tells her she is always welcome.
Malenia does not even realise she smiles until her wings carry her aloft. She quickly climbs into the sky and leaves the waving villagers behind.
The last time she smiled, too, has been an age ago. It is reminiscent of her youth's halcyon days, when Queen Marika's expectation did not weigh down on her. When Miquella was still with her and the Elden Ring whole.
Malenia allows herself to wallow in blessed nostalgia as she flies. Her hair whips around in the wind, a crimson trail that follows her rapid approach of the mainland.
And then she arrives, not even a quarter hour after leaving the isle. The early hour means that few are awake to spot her passing overhead, even in the major port town she passes. Farmers look up to behold Malenia, though she is past before they can catch more than a glimpse.
She did not ask the elder for directions beyond the countries. Courtly etiquette dictates that she announce herself to the sovereign, but Malenia decides against doing so; she is a stranger to these lands, her divine nature unknown. Anonymity will act as a second shield.
For now she wishes to gather information, so she descends further inland.
Two weeks pass calmly from then on. She wanders the countryside, visting various villages to learn of Fiore. People are wary of her, clearly seeing a mercenary's trade in the prosthetics and weapon she carries. But they take money all the same.
She does not learn as much as she hoped these two weeks, but it is still a decent amount. Beyond confirming what Malenia learned before, she now has a better understanding of how the various guilds work. She knows several of the major landmarks around Fiore, as well as the important towns. Such as Hargeon, the largest southern port, which she passed on her approach from Galuna Island.
That night however, just an hour before dawn, something tingles Malenia's senses. Her eyes slide open from light slumber, but she remains still. Fiore's predators have kept their distance from her, animal instincts warning them of the danger. Whatever this is, it does not share that caution.
A careful sweep of the area she can see reveals nothing, though. Straining her ears for the tiniest noise is just as useless; all she hears are the muted sounds of night.
Then something caresses her not in body, but in spirit. It is gone so fast Malenia can not even tell the exact sensation; she snaps to a standing position, but only the whisper of a breeze keeps her company. Nothing is out of the ordinary, at least not that she can tell under the full moon's light.
Whatever it was does not return after dawn breaks, either.
With the odd encounter in mind, Malenia decides to relocate. She has to diversify her sources anyway, so another short flight finds her in another part of Fiore. Far enough away from whatever may stalk those particular woods.
Her approach then repeats just like before; Malenia's understanding of local customs expands by the day, as does her knowledge of Fiore in general. She spends another two weeks on this, a pittance in comparison to the many centuries she has lived till now.
She never does catch even a trace of Miquella, nor a rumour. If he is in this world, he does not seem near.
What she finds in another woodland is a girl, though.
The lass is young. Though she already bears the curves of maturity, her cheeks retain some pudgy qualities. Even the blood of beasts clinging to her body can not detract from that, nor does the pair of sizable wolves lying dead behind her. Her recent growth makes her sloppy in motion, easily seen when she snaps to attention at Malenia's entry.
"Who are you?" she barks. "State your name or I'll kill you!"
Naturally, the threat does not scare Malenia. She studies the tired girl from top to bottom, takes in her ragged appearance. Her black hair is oily and haphazardly bound. Her worn robe bears various tears in its dark blue fabric. Not underfed, though. Just dirty.
The ground before Malenia's feet detonates. She takes a step back on reflex, toes showered in crumbs of dirt.
"Final warning!" the girl snaps. "Answer me!"
Killing a child is dishonourable, not to mention unpalatable. Malenia arches a brow at the girl's posturing nonetheless. She will not give to meaningless threats.
"It is common courtesy to give one's own name first when asking for another's," she lectures curtly. Her rebuke earns a glower, but no further attack for the moment.
"...Minerva," the girl says eventually. Arms crossed, she nods back in clear expectation.
"Well met, young Minerva. I am Malenia, wandering swordswoman. Pray tell, what is a child doing in the woods at this time of day?"
"None of your business," Minerva snaps back petulantly. She turns around and stomps over to the wolves. Steel knives appear from nowhere as she starts skinning the beasts. She talks without even looking at Malenia now: "Get out before you get got, lady."
Her disrespect rankles, but Malenia will not blame it on the child. Whoever raised her is clearly responsible.
"Are you that confident, to show your back to one you threatened not long ago?"
Minerva snorts at that. "I'm strong," she says with quiet conviction, throwing a bloody lump aside. "Nothing some cripple can do to me. I can tell you're good, but clearly not good enough when you lost an arm and a leg."
She makes it difficult to stay unfazed. Hers is the overconfidence of a child who has yet to see true battle. True war. True horror. Her folly will reveal itself in time.
"Overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer," Malenia cautions. She receives no more than another snort for her wisdom. Whoever taught this girl obviously prioritised raw power, perhaps even skill, over all the other qualities a lady of war requires. She is a living weapon more than a warrior.
The fact only becomes more obvious when a growl draws both of their attention; a sizable, red-furred bear prowls from the woods. The jagged horn on its forehead points right at them, the beast larger than any common bear Malenia saw before. It is, however, notably smaller than a Runebear.
Minerva does not even acknowledge the creature beyond flicking an orb of distorted air. It races across the clearing and hits the beasts's snout, immediately bloodying it. It roars and rears up where some noise could have likely shooed it away.
Malenia stands back to watch as another set of barely visible orbs go flying; they gouge out part of the bear's belly, but not enough to secure the kill. The beast heavily falls back on all fours, now whimpering instead.
The blood loss will be fatal, not to speak of any other predators in the forest it will draw in. But it will not be swift.
Malenia appears next to the bear before it can fully turn around to flee. Her blade slices through thick muscles and bones without slowing, then she is gone before even a speck of blood can soil her garments. She shakes her head at the needless death.
Minerva has watched with something akin to curiousity, though she huffs when their eyes meet. Malenia delicately arches a brow in turn.
"Whether this was sloppy work or misaimed by choice, you squander your potential."
She waits a moment, but receives no response. It seems that words are indeed wasted on this rapscallion, regardless their importance. Of course, Malenia realises, this may also be an urchin. If a child spent her life in the wilds with no one to teach her better, then this would cause such behaviour.
"Who taught you?" she tries next. The whole matter has woken her curiousity if nothing else.
Minerva glances back up. The pelt she just finished separating vanishes somewhere. "My father did," the girl says. "Why, you wanna complain at him like the other weaklings?"
This time it is for Malenia to huff, though she is not truly amused. "How droll", she comments Minerva's feeble attempts at insult. "No. I will have his reasons for wasting your potential."
The girl bristles, fists clenched tightly.
Then something slams into Malenia's back; too weak to deal real damage, but enough to bruise. She takes a single step forward to brace herself, only for a second impact to break her balance. It only takes a heartbeat to steady once more, but Minerva saw. She grins maliciously.
"You shouldn't have said that, lady."
Malenia takes two more such hits before she can adjust. There is no physical sign of them, but a niggling sensation of wrongness pre-empts them. The area surrounding her shifts, manipulated in some form that she can pick up on.
She rolls with the following attack, then sidesteps the one after. A bounding leap takes her out of a larger manipulation before it can collapse on her, landing right in front of the befuddled child. Malenia stares down on her.
"You were saying?"
Minerva gnashes her teeth, yet shows some restraint. The way her gaze flickers to the sharp blade so near tells of her thoughts. Then the girl scoffs and turns back to that wolf.
"Fine, I'll take you there. But I'm finishing this first."
"That is acceptable."
So Malenia steps back and studies the unusual bear instead. She has no intention of helping such a rude girl, though Minerva does not ask for her help either. She works with a quiet diligence in Malenia's peripheral vision; despite being alienated, she does not try to slow herself in a bid to upset the older woman.
Stubborn and proud. Overconfident, yet justified in that confidence to an extent. The power to strike an enemy at any time is certainly not to be underestimated. Magic in these lands differs from the sorcery she knows.
Then again, is it truly so different from a man who can alter gravity on a whim? There is nary a defense against such attacks, either.
Malenia's thoughts are interrupted by Minerva, who is done with her work and waves her along.
No words are spoken as they tread across the woodland. It takes a while, the waning moon is out before they leave the trees behind. A lone cabin at the road greets them, surrounded by various fields. Not a single one is meant for produce, but they all serve training purposes. A running track, an arena, a shooting range, and so on. It would be impressive, had it not produced such a maladjusted child.
Minerva rounds the cabin to where the sound of chopping wood can be heard. Malenia follows and gets her first glance at the girl's father.
He is a bulky man, with power oozing from every pore of his body. Muscles like granite flex as he rears back the axe, a wave of silvery hair falling down to his lower back.
While Malenia stands back to observe, Minerva approaches demurely. "Father," she greets, "I'm done hunting. There's someone who wants to see you."
Seeing her switch from hellion to wallflower is a surprise for certain. Her father does not comment beyond a grunt at first. The axe falls once more and a final log is chopped, then he rubs sweat off his forehead before looking over. His eyes narrow slightly at the sight of Malenia and he straightens up.
"Is that so?" he rumbles, stepping past Minerva with an absent pat on the head. He takes in Malenia with wariness, well aware the threat she represents. "And what is it you want?"
They stand at equal height, which was a commodity thus far. Yet while he is twice as wide as her, Malenia feels no worry.
"I am Malenia, wandering swordswoman," she begins, apparently still the only one who minds her manners. "And I came upon your daughter not long ago. After witnessing her abilities first-hand, I could not help but wonder why she is stymied so."
There is no warmth and no conciliation left in Malenia's tone. Allowances can be made for the child, but not for the father. And while Minerva bristles at the side, the yet unnamed man answers with an explosive snort.
"Stymied, eh? Goes to show you know nothing. Minerva has achieved true power."
"She is but a beast who knows only to kill," Malenia shoots back.
The man's brow furrows at that. His hands twitch, but he does not attack. "She is alive," he snaps, "unlike her weakling of a mother. And I will see that it remains that way."
The child shows no reaction to the mention of her other parent. Malenia can not help but arch a brow at that, though. The logic does not quite follow, though she can see the notion of protective instinct. Perhaps he is but a fool, misguided in honest intentions. Or perhaps he merely pays lip service to the notion of caring for his child. It is too early to tell.
"I will correct you on this, good sir: the only reason your daughter yet lives is her youth. Had she seen more summers, I would since have cut her down for her atrocious conduct."
The air shifts. Father and daughter both tense up, ready to do violence at a moment's notice. Malenia is undaunted, her senses waiting for that tingling feeling of imminent attack. Her words are like whipcracks in the silence.
"Power and skill will see one through battle. Conduct and manners will see one through peace. Having one but not the other invites calamity."
Her warning is taken with another snort. The man crosses his muscular arms, now bearing a faint grin.
"But when words fail you, power is once again what keeps you alive. There is nothing more important. After all, what stops us from ending you except your own power?"
"That you clearly don't have," Minerva interjects with a far more nasty grin than her father's. "Else you wouldn't try to talk your way out of it."
It seems there is but one way forward. Yet there are lessons that can be taught, an opportunity even. They both have the potential to be greater than they are.
Malenia does not feel this chance worth grasping, but she entertains the thought regardless.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ylSGC-XuNPQ
[] Slay them both
[] Take the girl as a retainer
[] Take both as retainers
- Location
- France
[X] Take the girl as a retainer
[X] Take the girl as a retainer
Time for Malenia to take over Sabertooth guild and become the new Guild Master. The said Guild have its own vast library of Magic books there after all.
Time for Malenia to take over Sabertooth guild and become the new Guild Master. The said Guild have its own vast library of Magic books there after all.
