Riha
Literally best girl
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Noooo D: THE FLUFF CANNOT DIE!!! D:
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
Noooo D: THE FLUFF CANNOT DIE!!! D:
Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
- Location
- Happy Funtime Candyland
I am the ink of my pen
Not known to death, nor known to fatigue
I have created over a thousand tales
My heart is filled with angst
And so, as I rage,
Unlimited Shade Works!
Asterion
People think I'm Crazy 'cause I make no Sense
- Location
- The Island of Endless Stories
The original goal was to talk with them. The backup plan was to nuke them. They decided that, rather than meeting with him, they'd rather attack.
- Pronouns
- she/her
Its actually the opposite, she's tripped the Eight Deadly Words. Her main character conflict was quietly swept under the rug, her relationship with Henry is stuck in the same tired loop, and as of this chapter Henry has officially usurped any power she could have used independently of him. The only interaction she has left is impotent trophy waifu.
And this is hardly the first time someone's pointed out Isabella is a terrible person. Those omakes and her constant off with their heads comments have been annoying people in the thread since her introduction.
Funny how the elves would have only have a greater confirmed body count than Isabella if they murdered over 75% of Henry's army.
That statement was categorically untrue. How can I say so with such certainty? Well, in addition to every word aside from those in the post I quoted, your actions tell a very different story than what that sentence told us. If you actually 'didn't care' you wouldn't bother with disparaging her character. You would just speed read or scroll past scenes involving her and that would be that. But that isn't what you did. You posted several posts attacking her, viciously in fact, for having an instance of weakness and emotion. Now the rest of your statement may be reasons why you dislike her character. Regardless boredom is quite obviously not what you feel in regards to interactions with Isabella.
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- Location
- Malaysia
I think you forget one thing. One very important thing.
She is a new mother of barely a month at most. Women, at that stage have very unstable hormones, irregardless of Water mage availability on hand. Post-pregnancy women are very delicate psychologically. Some RL normal women who lost/thought to have lost their beloved/important people at that stage of post-pregnancy can and have been reported to actually literally went insane from grief.
Isabella, with her issues who is also emotionally and mentally dependent on Henry's continued welfare, seeing her husband, the one person she truly love in her life went to war against Halk humanity's devil in flesh will logically break down from fear for his life. Do not compare her personal issues with her capability as a Queen. That's official duty, but this is much more personal to her, so it will cut deeper than her losing a bit of money to the commoners. Just look at Queen Marianne of Tristain for comparison.
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- Pronouns
- she/her
I understand perfectly well why she was upset about Henry. It's not particularly compelling since its about the fifth time she's had this same meltdown, but I understand. (previous instances, off the top of my head: Charles-duel, Albion-campaign, Josette-confrontation, Menvil)
The pathetic part is this:
You call that a Queen? Looks more like a toddler in a crown, and judging by the way the room clears and the army jokes about her as they walk out they received a similar impression.
More proven capacity is equal to intent for nations, so Henry done fucked himself over with his just in case contingencies when he was a little too honest. The elves believed him when he said he could genocide them and they don't have absolute trust in him so there trying there damnedest to remove his ability to to so.
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Bidashal is probably going like.
"Well. We're fucked. The guy who conquered a country in an instant wanted to talk and we've attacked him. And we didn't go for a decapitation strike.
Who's the idiot in charge here anyway?"
"Well. We're fucked. The guy who conquered a country in an instant wanted to talk and we've attacked him. And we didn't go for a decapitation strike.
Who's the idiot in charge here anyway?"
Chaoswind
Lord of nonsense
- Location
- Latin America
Exactly.
Overconfident smart-ass Henry finally got biten by reality in a way his little dear wife couldn't protect him from the consequences of his own stupidity.
Yeah, tell the Elves you can kill them at any moment you want to... I am sure any country would take that swimmingly without issue. The Elves have been the power houses of the world for thousands of years (after Brimir murdered the Vyaerr) and here comes this shitty arrogant human to tell them he just rediscovered the same weapon that made the Elves assassinate Brimir when he choose to use it on them. It would be the equivalent of North Korea telling the US they can destroy them unless the US decides to give north Korea the entire west coast of their country. But in this scenario the US believes north Korea CAN achieve this if given enough time to prepare.
Of course they are going to alpha strike North Korea before that happens, its BASIC psychology.
- Location
- Malaysia
I think that part of her personality is quite well-known by the Gallian nobles, they just not dare to say it to her face because of her Red Queen tendencies. Do remember that Henry's men are mostly made up of commoners and fallen nobles. His general, that Mont Passant guy is discredited from the royal court because he farted in the king's presence once. When you actually deemed and judged to be lesser from something as trivial as farting which is a biologically human thing to do, respect for the crown just went out of the window.
Besides that, those army men's loyalty is not to the crown, but to the Prince-Consort of Gallia specifically. They give no fucks to Isaisa, Queen or not. Since Henry, Isaisa's husband himself did not reprimand them for their insolence, so they can and will joke about the Queen, and walk away scot free from this particular misdemeanor to the Crown.
Insomnius
Sleepless
While I'm fine with the events themselves, there needs to be a dash denoting a scene change somewhere in there.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Violation of Rules Three & Two
Guys, don't bother trying to talk back to MinorGryph, she is a woman and it is therefore her perogative to irrationally hate other women for no understandable reason, and to bite off the heads of others - both men and women alike - if they dare call her on it. Just let it lie.
/sarcastic, sexist and all in all cuntish rant
/sarcastic, sexist and all in all cuntish rant
- Location
- St Louis
Don't ask "why kill the elf. Ask why not"
- Location
- England
Personally I think Isabella may have done or said something to the elves to sabotage the peace talks idea to stop Henry going to the elves. Only they over-reacted.
Ohohohoho, fuck!
Backlash177
Certifiably Insane
- Location
- Australia
FTFY and Seconded.
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Backlash177
Certifiably Insane
- Location
- Australia
Same here.
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
- Location
- Killeen, TX
SPHERE OF SPEECH! DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH WORDS!?
Looks more like a Yandere having a break down. It is only Henry's Genre Savvy and years of wai-fu that prevented it from turning into a bloodbath. Tsun-Tsun~
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Omake - Like a Prince Song
NewAgeOfPower
Engineering Pornagrapher Extraordinaire
- Location
- An Certain Hive of Scum & Villainy, known as NYC
Filthy elves are basically daring Henry to Exterminatus them.
"Hmm. Allow me to explain."
Omake - Like a Prince (Abridged)
(@shadenight123 let me know if I need to change anything)
- (Musical Accompaniment) -
Harass my mom
LIKE A PRINCE
Get educated
LIKE A PRINCE
Drink my coffee
LIKE A
Annoy my sister
LIKE A PRINCE
Write some porn
LIKE A PRINCE
Get drunk
LIKE A PRINCE
"Thanks Dad!"
Marry jailbait
LIKE A PRINCE
"FUCK YOU DAD!"
Kidnap her cousin
LIKE A PRINCE
Screw with the succession
LIKE A PRINCE
Get beat by her dad
Ow
Walk it off
LIKE A PRINCE
Build an Army
LIKE A PRINCE
Harass my sister
LIKE A PRINCE
Steal a professor
LIKE A PRINCE
「Sky Battleship」
LIKE A PRINCE
Eat Pizza
LIKE A
Fight Mercenaries
LIKE A PRINCE
Give Dad porn
LIKE A PRINCE
Harass my mom again
LIKE A PRINCE
Annoy my sister more
LIKE A PRINCE
Break a peace treaty
LIKE A PRINCE
「Sky Battleship」
LIKE A PRINCE
Screw allies
LIKE A PRINCE
Invade Albion
LIKE A PRINCE
By myself
LIKE A PRINCE
「Sky Battleship」
LIKE A PRINCE
Invasion's over
LIKE A - Wait, wat?
"I won already?!?! How????
Wait a minute...
JOEEEEESSSEEEPPPPHHHHH!1!!11!!!1"
Kidnap a Prince
LIKE A PRINCE
Get Albion
LIKE A PRINCE
Get drunk again
LIKE A PRINCE
With the Emperor
LIKE A PRINCE
Start a diplomatic incident
LIKE A PRINCE
Walk it off
LIKE A PRINCE
Negotiate with the elves
LIKE A PRINCE
Kid is born
LIKE A PRINCE
"Holy shit he's adorable."
Harass my Mom
LIKE A PRINCE
While Dad watches
LIKE A PRINCE
Elf invasion
LIKE A PRINCE
"Seriously? What the fuck?"
Locked in my room
LIKE A PRINCE
Kick down the door
LIKE A PRINCE
Ignore my wife
LIKE A PRINCE
Commit Treason
LIKE A PRINCE
Sexy times anyhow
LIKE A PRINCE
"Now, what should I do with the elves?"
「SPIN,
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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Nine
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Nine
The city of Lyonnes was naturally protected by rivers, which unfortunately meant nothing when the elvish navy was composed of flying ships. It did, however, have strong and tall walls courtesy of the past elvish wars, a population rather more embittered than afraid, and the advantage of a clear line of sight of the incoming enemy navy. The benefits of a fully mobilized army was that I was pretty sure even the elves had to have paused to think about it.
Rather than waste days gathering the men and shipping them off to the frontlines, in a matter of hours the city of Lyonnes was armed, ready and reinforced. The Windland was nestled right next to the city, the artillery and rocket launchers ready to open fire at the minimum provocation.
It would be unwise to think that humans had no chances against elves. Only few elves knew the terrifying Counter Magic, and even then, the Spirits of the place had to be convinced first. Of course, this required time. That was why a well-known tactic consisted in counter-attacking during an elvish offense. An encroached elf was difficult to remove, but it was still doable due to sheer amount of men one could throw at them.
Even spirit magic had limits, and those limits were mostly in the amount of blood one shed on the ground. Spirits didn't like war. Perhaps all that death made them realize the futility of their own existence, or perhaps they simply didn't like being used to kill people, but whatever the reason, given enough blood and gore, elves retreated all the same. Until they did, a single elf could easily have spirits reinforce their armor, spirits skewer his foes, spirits lift the very waters to act as whips and spikes -all at the same time.
The elvish navy, believing the scouts, was composed of two to three dozens ships. Compared to the numbers Gallia could feel, they were honestly a pittance. When one considered that they had literal Spirit-Class Shields that acted as a mixture of Star Trek's deflectors, reinforced hulls that self-repaired, and what could only amount to self-guided shots, then it became pretty clear that a five to one ratio was the minimum necessary to put dents in their hulls -at least, those were the old numbers.
If only I had had both Bidashal and Myoz in the same room, I would have had them work on Counter-Infused plate armor upon my Windland. Without them, all I had to work with were the Apocalypses.
Artillery in Halkeginia was big. It had to be, because hardening and reinforcing were real means of rendering even a wooden palisade something stronger than steel. Adding Air Walls to it simply made it stronger still. The cannons were levitated, or carried by trolls. Since the war against the Demi-Humans had ended favorably for Gallia, we had a noticeable lack of said mobile emplacements. To be more precise, we had no trolls, or orcs.
Artillery needed thus mages to be moved, but where it hit, I reckoned it had the same explosive potential as a modern one.
"Your highness!" a scout rushed upon the main square of Lyonnes, "Elf scouts are prodding the outskirts-skirmishes are breaking out!" he quickly pointed on the map at various points. "The enemy troops amount to thirty thousands!" he continued. "That's-"
"Oh, then we outnumber them two to one?" I remarked. "That's good," I said with a nod. "Remember to aim for the faces. Spread the news."
"Y-Yes, your highness!" the man saluted, before rushing off.
"Even when outnumbered ten to one, there were still grievous defeats," Remis said. "Your highness is peculiarly calm. What is your secret so that I may share it with the men?"
"The truth, I suppose," I hummed in answer. "You cannot fear what you know, Remis. And I know how the elves work. Their immortality on the battlefield is merely a legend. A few, a really selected few, are capable of countering every form of magic. That is true. However, the vast majority of them cannot. They can harden their clothes, they can ask for their spirits to deflect blows coming at them, but even so, their spirits have limits. A powerful enough spell will send them flying. Though they all know how to wield weapons and fight, it matters not because we are facing them on equal grounds, and with an advantage they do not have." I pointed at the rifle held in the arms of a guard nearby. "We can aim for their faces from afar."
"This aiming at someone's face-is that enough to have courage?" General Bowood asked, and I smiled in reply.
"When a living being sees an object coming for his face, he flinches and shields himself. It is a natural reaction to protect one's body part that cannot be reinforced or strengthened. If the elves are seen to flinch, if they are seen shield their faces-then they stop being monsters, and they become mortals, no longer creatures of fear and invincibility...but living beings that can and will be killed. Take away the mantle of immortality from them, and there is not a single man present who will not fire at them or charge them with his bayonet, because without their fear...they are no different from you or I."
There was some thoughtful humming at the table, but I simply glanced back down at the map. "The ammo depots have been placed throughout the city. The walls are merely an illusion, I do not expect them to hold for more than a few minutes. The real battle will be fought street by street, corner by corner. The artillery must be protected, and the dragoons shall ensure the skies are ours-"
Another scout arrived in a hurry, "Your highness! The Westri knights report their success!"
I nodded. I could only hope this would work. As the rivers in front of the city began to drop their water levels, there were a few murmurs of wonder about such a strange phenomenon.
"They could avoid us," Bowood said. "They could move right past us."
"They won't," I acquiesced as I looked up at the sky. "Because it is not their purpose for being here."
"They sent no messenger, no warning, nothing-your highness, how can you be so sure of what they seek?" De Montpassant asked, arms crossed in front of his chest.
"They fear us. They fear that an united Halkeginia will, for once, defeat them on the fields of battle. Differently from us humans, elves need time to procreate," I chuckled softly, "When you kill a man, give it eighteen years, and another will take his place. When you kill an elf, thirty, forty years are needed. This cycle of warring crusades has taken its toll-and they know it. Their hopes of seeing us kill one another have been dashed, and now they must resort to this to keep us down -but I say no," I took a small breath, "I say no to their self-entitled prick-sense. I say no to their beliefs, and I say no to their arrogance. I do not know what brought this on, though I may think I know a few reasons why...but I will be damned before I let them win this."
I clenched my fists on the table. "To the last man, men. To the last man, we shall defend this city and all of Gallia. For if we break here, then all of Halkeginia is lost."
Determination lit itself in the eyes of my officer staff.
Like the mouse that might one day eat a plate of warm pasta.
It filled me up...
...with determination.
The city of Lyonnes was naturally protected by rivers, which unfortunately meant nothing when the elvish navy was composed of flying ships. It did, however, have strong and tall walls courtesy of the past elvish wars, a population rather more embittered than afraid, and the advantage of a clear line of sight of the incoming enemy navy. The benefits of a fully mobilized army was that I was pretty sure even the elves had to have paused to think about it.
Rather than waste days gathering the men and shipping them off to the frontlines, in a matter of hours the city of Lyonnes was armed, ready and reinforced. The Windland was nestled right next to the city, the artillery and rocket launchers ready to open fire at the minimum provocation.
It would be unwise to think that humans had no chances against elves. Only few elves knew the terrifying Counter Magic, and even then, the Spirits of the place had to be convinced first. Of course, this required time. That was why a well-known tactic consisted in counter-attacking during an elvish offense. An encroached elf was difficult to remove, but it was still doable due to sheer amount of men one could throw at them.
Even spirit magic had limits, and those limits were mostly in the amount of blood one shed on the ground. Spirits didn't like war. Perhaps all that death made them realize the futility of their own existence, or perhaps they simply didn't like being used to kill people, but whatever the reason, given enough blood and gore, elves retreated all the same. Until they did, a single elf could easily have spirits reinforce their armor, spirits skewer his foes, spirits lift the very waters to act as whips and spikes -all at the same time.
The elvish navy, believing the scouts, was composed of two to three dozens ships. Compared to the numbers Gallia could feel, they were honestly a pittance. When one considered that they had literal Spirit-Class Shields that acted as a mixture of Star Trek's deflectors, reinforced hulls that self-repaired, and what could only amount to self-guided shots, then it became pretty clear that a five to one ratio was the minimum necessary to put dents in their hulls -at least, those were the old numbers.
If only I had had both Bidashal and Myoz in the same room, I would have had them work on Counter-Infused plate armor upon my Windland. Without them, all I had to work with were the Apocalypses.
Artillery in Halkeginia was big. It had to be, because hardening and reinforcing were real means of rendering even a wooden palisade something stronger than steel. Adding Air Walls to it simply made it stronger still. The cannons were levitated, or carried by trolls. Since the war against the Demi-Humans had ended favorably for Gallia, we had a noticeable lack of said mobile emplacements. To be more precise, we had no trolls, or orcs.
Artillery needed thus mages to be moved, but where it hit, I reckoned it had the same explosive potential as a modern one.
"Your highness!" a scout rushed upon the main square of Lyonnes, "Elf scouts are prodding the outskirts-skirmishes are breaking out!" he quickly pointed on the map at various points. "The enemy troops amount to thirty thousands!" he continued. "That's-"
"Oh, then we outnumber them two to one?" I remarked. "That's good," I said with a nod. "Remember to aim for the faces. Spread the news."
"Y-Yes, your highness!" the man saluted, before rushing off.
"Even when outnumbered ten to one, there were still grievous defeats," Remis said. "Your highness is peculiarly calm. What is your secret so that I may share it with the men?"
"The truth, I suppose," I hummed in answer. "You cannot fear what you know, Remis. And I know how the elves work. Their immortality on the battlefield is merely a legend. A few, a really selected few, are capable of countering every form of magic. That is true. However, the vast majority of them cannot. They can harden their clothes, they can ask for their spirits to deflect blows coming at them, but even so, their spirits have limits. A powerful enough spell will send them flying. Though they all know how to wield weapons and fight, it matters not because we are facing them on equal grounds, and with an advantage they do not have." I pointed at the rifle held in the arms of a guard nearby. "We can aim for their faces from afar."
"This aiming at someone's face-is that enough to have courage?" General Bowood asked, and I smiled in reply.
"When a living being sees an object coming for his face, he flinches and shields himself. It is a natural reaction to protect one's body part that cannot be reinforced or strengthened. If the elves are seen to flinch, if they are seen shield their faces-then they stop being monsters, and they become mortals, no longer creatures of fear and invincibility...but living beings that can and will be killed. Take away the mantle of immortality from them, and there is not a single man present who will not fire at them or charge them with his bayonet, because without their fear...they are no different from you or I."
There was some thoughtful humming at the table, but I simply glanced back down at the map. "The ammo depots have been placed throughout the city. The walls are merely an illusion, I do not expect them to hold for more than a few minutes. The real battle will be fought street by street, corner by corner. The artillery must be protected, and the dragoons shall ensure the skies are ours-"
Another scout arrived in a hurry, "Your highness! The Westri knights report their success!"
I nodded. I could only hope this would work. As the rivers in front of the city began to drop their water levels, there were a few murmurs of wonder about such a strange phenomenon.
"They could avoid us," Bowood said. "They could move right past us."
"They won't," I acquiesced as I looked up at the sky. "Because it is not their purpose for being here."
"They sent no messenger, no warning, nothing-your highness, how can you be so sure of what they seek?" De Montpassant asked, arms crossed in front of his chest.
"They fear us. They fear that an united Halkeginia will, for once, defeat them on the fields of battle. Differently from us humans, elves need time to procreate," I chuckled softly, "When you kill a man, give it eighteen years, and another will take his place. When you kill an elf, thirty, forty years are needed. This cycle of warring crusades has taken its toll-and they know it. Their hopes of seeing us kill one another have been dashed, and now they must resort to this to keep us down -but I say no," I took a small breath, "I say no to their self-entitled prick-sense. I say no to their beliefs, and I say no to their arrogance. I do not know what brought this on, though I may think I know a few reasons why...but I will be damned before I let them win this."
I clenched my fists on the table. "To the last man, men. To the last man, we shall defend this city and all of Gallia. For if we break here, then all of Halkeginia is lost."
Determination lit itself in the eyes of my officer staff.
Like the mouse that might one day eat a plate of warm pasta.
It filled me up...
...with determination.
NewAgeOfPower
Engineering Pornagrapher Extraordinaire
- Location
- An Certain Hive of Scum & Villainy, known as NYC
Shade threadmarked my omake less than two minutes after I submitted itI'm scared.