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Board & Conquest 75: Turn of the Tide
🕑 Added 2025-07-01 05:54:29 +0000 UTC---------
Sun Wukong materialized in the gods’ shared realm of Influence.
That alone took Wepwawet by surprise when he and Ishtar manifested there to discuss the situation. The followers of Axomamma, Ganesha, and Horus had all evacuated Salamandra by now, but the Monkey King had left his naga ambassador within the city’s walls. This could only mean he was invested in the battle’s outcome.
If he had come as a foe…
“Took a while, but I’m finally here!” Sun Wukong raised two thumbs up in triumph. “I can’t believe you all started a brawl without me! In stone monkey culture, that is considered a banana move!”
“Which side are you on?!” Ishtar immediately snapped at him, cutting through all subtlety and mind games.
The Monkey King smirked ear to ear. “Mine!”
Wepwawet struggled against the urge to facepalm while Ishtar closed her eyes in annoyance. Both had expected a similar answer from one of the two class clowns.
“Please don’t tell me…” Wepwawet said, a terrible possibility forming in his mind. “That you brought a giant statue of yourself to Lavaland all the way from Kathay just so you could spar with my Divine Avatar?!”
“Of course I did!” Sun Wukong replied without any shame. “You challenged us to topple you, remember!”
I knew it, Wepwawet thought, his divine spirit brimming with annoyance. Battle junkies are just the worst.
“But the contest is over,” Ishtar pointed out. “You’re late.”
“Hey, we don’t all have Miracles that let us summon up giant bulls with the snap of your hand!” Sun Wukong responded with indignation. “I had my Buddha Zodiac Protector come as quickly as I could, thank you very much… plus I told you I don’t care about the prize.”
A gleam of hope shone in Ishtar’s gaze as she immediately saw an opportunity. “So you’re not on Epona’s side?”
“Oh, she’s the one besieging you right now?” Sun Wukong stroked his beard. “Sore loser much? I can relate.”
“My Divine Avatar is spent until tomorrow,” Wepwawet said. Revealing that weakness might prove a mistake, but he didn’t think Sun Wukong would be the kind to dishonorably exploit it. “I would gladly spar with you then… if I’m still in a position to do so.”
“Let me guess, you want me to help you fend off your attackers until tomorrow so I can get a proper fight? You silly wolf trickster, how clever to use my desire for a challenge for your own benefit!” Sun Wukong chuckled. “You think I’m that naive?”
Ishtar glared at him. “How much do you want, Sun?”
“And now she thinks I’m for sale. I’ll show you how money is best used.” Sun Wukong snapped his fingers and materialized a gold coin in his hand, showing his face on one side. “I’m going to flip this coin, and if it lands on heads, I’ll assist you. If it’s tail, I’ll go over to Epona.”
“This is a joke,” Wepwawet said in disbelief while Ishtar struggled to form words in the face of such moxie. This had to be a joke, but he would expect anything coming from the Monkey King. “You’re going to wager the fate of thousands of people—of an entire country—on a coin flip?!”
“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Sun Wukong grinned, the little troll clearly delighting in his fellow deities’ disbelief. “One, two, three!”
If Wepwawet had the ability to breathe, he would have held it to the point of pain the moment Sun Wukong flipped the coin in the air. He and Ishtar looked at its sides as it switched between a monkey’s face and a literal tail as it rose and fell into the Monkey King’s palm. Sun Wukong closed it for a moment, grinning at the tension spreading across their shared Influences, and then unveiled the result.
A face.
“Why that look of relief?” Sun Wukong asked upon flipping the coin again. The tails side had polymorphed into a new picture. “That coin has a face on each side.”
And said face showed Sun Wukong laughing at the viewer like the evil little gremlin he truly was.
Wepwawet saw red at the joke. “Why you little–”
“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t resist.” Sun Wukong snapped the coin out of existence. “Did you really think I would be so immature as to decide the outcome of a war on a coin toss? Unlike you guys, I’ve been a mortal before I fought my way up.”
“So you’re going to fight for us?” Ishtar pushed.
“No, of course not.”
Wepwawet frowned upon calming down. “But you’re not going to fight for Epona either, are you?”
“I’m not going to kill mortals from either side,” Sun Wukong decided, his tone a lot more serious and down to earth than a few seconds earlier. “What I’m going to do is trample that teleporter, draw a ceasefire line in the earth, and swipe away anyone trying to cross it with my staff. I’m all for us sparring to sharpen our skills for the day we’ll fight the Titans, but this pointless battle is just that: pointless.”
“We didn’t start it,” Wepwawet replied. While he was glad at least one other god had his head on straight on his shoulders, it annoyed him that others thought he had contributed to starting this mess in any way.
“I know you didn’t, Wepy.” Sun Wukong looked at Ishtar. “I’m less sure about that self-proclaimed demon queen next to you.”
“Aren’t you friends with demons yourself?” Ishtar replied with a snort. “Surely you should show me the benefit of the doubt, too.”
“Should I?” Sun Wukong shrugged. “Anyway, I’m not going to kill misguided mortals in the Heavens’ name–any Heaven–so all I’ll do is help enforce a ceasefire. Take it or leave it.”
Wepwawet grumbled. Neither he nor Ishtar were in any position to refuse, and he actually welcomed having a neutral god helping maintain the peace… as absurd as Sun Wukong sounded in the role.
“Just…” Wepwawet sighed. “Just don’t make a mess of it.”
“No promises!” Sun Wukong replied with a bellowing laugh. “You owe me a spar, Wepy.”
Like any good trickster, he skipped town after delivering his punchline by breaking the Influence connection. Wepwawet and Ishtar exchanged a glance at this sudden turn of fortune.
“As much as his help will prove precious today,” Ishtar said with more nerve than usual, “I have the feeling we will both come to regret this.”
“Gee, you think?”
There were few things worse in existence than owing Sun Wukong a favor.
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Filou held on to Vaillant with all of his strength as his flying elephant trampled soldiers underfoot.
His noble steed trumpeted and rumbled onward in a wild charge ahead of the other flying elephant riders. Their tusks gored horses and men alike by the dozens, braving arrows and spears on their brave march towards the giant shining sword teleporting the Valentinian troops into Lavaland.
Filou felt completely out of his depth, but he was too far ahead to retreat and couldn’t afford to disappoint Lady Victoire.
Neigebleue Castle’s surprise appearance and the horses’ unfamiliarity with elephants—which seemed to spook them—had thrown the enemy into enough disarray for Filou’s troop to pierce through the frontline. His group had shrunk to only five airborne pachyderm riders, with the rest having either perished or repelled earlier, but they had finally reached the giant teleporting sword.
The Valentinians had set up an improvised camp around the shining blade. A small group of logisticians and engineers were midway through dragging in a new trebuchet from Valentine through the portal under the direction of a wizened, bearded undead when Filou’s group fell upon them. Soldiers raised a wall of spears and shields to intercept them.
T-this is gonna hurt! Filou said as he mustered up all his courage and braced himself for impact. As much as the situation terrified him, he forced himself to put up a brave front for the sake of his troops. He couldn’t expect them to risk their lives while a Champion like him cowered like a leaf!
“Fear not, Filou, for I am with you!” Lord Wepwawet declared in the back of Filou’s mind.
“Behold, the Howl of Verglane!”
The wererabbit felt his god’s power course through his veins as he summoned up a ghastly wolf’s head above his own. The phantom beast let out a wail that froze most soldiers in place and sent the rest panicking. The undead leader alone remained unperturbed, but the path was now clear.
“O-Onwards!” Filou shouted, both for the sake of psyching himself up and encouraging his men. His brave Vaillant rumbled in response and charged straight at the trebuchet, tossing it to the side and scattering the Valentinians. Only the undead held his ground when faced with five elephants threatening to trample him. “N-no mercy!”
“For you,” the undead rasped back with a turn of his staff. Dark power surged from it and spread across the ground. Rows upon rows of bony spikes arose from the earth in the spell’s wake.
Filou tried to pull on Vaillant’s reins before impact, but his mount’s momentum proved too great. His flying elephant tripped on a spike and then fell headfirst onto a row of them that dug their way into his stomach. Filou was flung off him by the crash and landed at the undead’s feet, while his fellow elephant riders’ mounts soon suffered the same fate. Surviving Valentinian soldiers who had been out of the Howl of Verglane’s range immediately moved to surround them with spears, swords, and shields.
“Vaillant!” Filou called out to his steed, who dissipated back into the mana that Lord Wepwawet shaped him from alongside the other flying elephants. The wererabbit squire surged with anger at his mount’s killer, his fear burned away by fury. “You’ll pay for that, warlock!”
“What an interesting creature you are,” the undead replied with curiosity. “I do not recall ever encountering your kind before… How fascinating. Does your kind prefer to eat carrots over leaves like southern rabbits?”
“A-are you trying to make small talk in the middle of battle?” Filou asked, his hands clenching on his scimitar’s handle. The casual tone the undead used—that of a sightseeing traveler interrogating locals—angered him to his core. “Is this a game to you?”
“I wouldn’t call it a game,” the undead replied with a dismissive shrug. “More like a happy distraction–”
Filou saw red and closed the gap between them in a single leap.
His sudden burst of speed took him and the undead aback, with the warlock failing to parry the attack with his staff in time. Filou’s sword cut through his robes and reached all the way to the ribs beneath, cutting a few and nearly severing the spine while at it. His example encouraged his fellow werelings to strike back and clash blades with the Valentinians.
Lady Victoire once told Filou that all mages, no matter how powerful, were vulnerable to close-ranged assassins. However mighty this undead wizard might have been, he soon found himself reduced to stepping back and raising his staff as an improvised defense against Filou’s flurry of blows. The wererabbit would have continued until he skewered the evil heartless bastard on the tip of his sword… had Filou’s ears not picked up the sound of a blade whistling through the air.
Filou barely managed to step back at the last moment and dodge a flying dagger thrown at him. His head turned to its source, an old man in wizard's clothes levitating across the battlefield to their location.
Melchior the Mage.
“Margrave Boltro,” the Valentinian warlock told the undead upon landing on the ground. “I did not expect to see you, considering your troops’ lackluster performance today.”
“Lady Hel ordered us to evacuate,” the bearded undead rasped back as he pointed his staff towards the northwest. “You would be wise to do the same.”
Melchior glanced towards where his ally pointed and grunted in annoyance. Filou briefly peeked to glance that way and nearly choked in surprise.
A colossal stone monkey statue nearly as tall as his God’s Idol was trampling his way across Salamandra’s outskirts. His immense simian feet somehow avoided any gathering of soldiers from either side, but his staff gently swept across the battlefield like a broom, forcing troops away from each other. The wide, playful grin of eagerness plastered over his face sent shivers down Filou’s spine.
Nonetheless, the colossus appeared to make an effort to put an end to the fighting and walked towards the teleporting sword portal rather than Salamandra. Moreover, Milady and her dragon were flying straight for Filou’s location, with barely a few pegasus riders left to slow them down.
“The monkey’s on our side… for now,” Lord Wepwawet reassured Filou. “The battle’s tide is turning.”
Filou’s heart fluttered with pride as he turned to his blade at Melchior. “Lord Wepwawet’s ally is marching upon you, villain!” he declared, both to reassure his remaining troops and demoralize his enemies. The words flowed out of his mouth on their own. “O-our monkey friend will pluck your vile sword from the ground any minute now and strand you there! Leave this hallowed land here and now or suffer the consequences!”
His words struck a chord with the Valentinian soldiers. Many exchanged glances… and then bolted through the portal in panic. From the way they vanished in flashes of energy the moment they touched the blade, it worked both ways.
“Cowards!” Melchior the Mage lambasted his troops before glaring at Filou. A glint of greed suddenly passed over his eyes while his eye stroked his beard. “Wait, I recognize you. You’re the princess’ faithful squire.”
“Milady is not a princess!” Filou protested. He had no idea how those awful rumors started, but they had brought nothing but dragons and distress upon his beloved mentor! He would not let anyone besmirch her name any further! “Milady’s skill has nothing to do with her blood!”
“True, but her blood still carries power. Alas, a drop alone won’t serve as a key to that which we covet.” The mage raised his hands, magic crackling between his fingers. A dozen floating knives materialized out of nowhere around them. “Still, I’m sure she will come quietly if we were to offer your life in return.”
Filou glared back at the foul villain. He would rather die with a sword in hand than be used as a weapon against Lady Victoire!
Then he heard something.
Filou’s sharp ears had picked up a familiar sound. A bizarre, rasping noise that unsettled him to his core, though he didn’t recall why. He quickly identified its source and readied his sword.
“What are you hiding under your hat, wizard?” Filou inquired with suspicion.
Melchior answered with a laugh and then a volley of blades.
Filou quickly bolted around, deflecting the projectile with his burning scimitar while his fellow soldiers hid behind shields. Margrave Boltro immediately used the opening to summon another thick wall of bony spikes to repel the remaining wereling troops, trapping him, Filou, and Melchior on one side and everyone else on the other.
Filou gathered his breath and managed to suppress his nervousness. He had helped defend Narc from a monster a thousand times his size and seen gods fight to the death. He couldn’t falter when facing these men, even enemy Champions.
Filou powered through and leaped at Melchior with immense speed. His sword cut only empty air, however, as the mage vanished and reappeared a few feet away in a show of teleportation magic. His hands unleashed a fireball at Filou, which he dodged, and then the wereling had to avoid another blast of fire.
I’m faster than them! Filou thought. Any hit might be fatal, but he had the advantage at close range. I can do this! I can do this!
Margrave Boltro attempted to flank Filou and strike him with a spell, but the wererabbit quickly leaped at him and kicked the undead straight in the face. His foot dislocated the wizard’s jaw before he could finish his incantation and sent him tumbling into the dirt. Melchior assisted his ally by manifesting a constant stream of flying daggers aimed straight at Filou, forcing the wererabbit to switch to a defensive stance. He deflected almost all the projectiles with his sword, though one or two slipped through and left cuts on his shoulder and cheek.
The constant onslaught of blades forced him back and provided an opening for Margrave Boltro to get back up. Melchior’s attacks didn’t let up and kept pinned down in a stalemate. Filou tried to break out by deflecting some of the knives back at their sender and managed to do so by hitting one with the flattened side of his blade. The surprise counterattack took the mage aback, but he managed to teleport a few feet to the side before the projectile could hit him in the face.
Filou cursed whoever invented that teleportation spell, but this maneuver at least allowed him to break the stalemate. A roar soon echoed above in the sky, followed by a mighty fireball hitting the teleporting sword’s pommel and melting part of its metal handle.
Filou’s heart fluttered in his chest when his lady and her dragon flew overhead. A group of colored pegasus riders briefly managed to repel her for a second with spears and arrows, then descended towards the sword to greet old Melchior.
“Lord Melchior!” a knight in yellow declared. “We must leave now! The enemy will be upon us in minutes!”
“Not without the princess!” Melchior replied.
“Ah, the living,” Margraves Boltro complained upon crossing into the sword portal rather than continuing the fight. “Too stubborn by half.”
Melchior clenched his jaw, but he was soon forced to realize the seriousness of his situation. Milady and her dragon were turning in the sky for a second bombardment, and the remaining pegasus knights were nowhere near enough to retaliate. In the end, he was forced to concede.
“This is not over, werebeast,” he said. “Evacuate!”
The pegasus knights immediately flew into the sword to teleport away, and Melchior glared at Filou one last time before floating away towards the teleporter to follow them. It seemed he had to physically cross it to escape.
“I-I won’t let you get away!” Filou replied as he leaped after the mage before he could make his escape. He couldn’t allow this villain to escape and threaten his lady again in the future!
“Filou, don’t!” his god’s voice echoed in his head, but it was too late. Filou was already flying in the air with his sword drawn, his body fighting on pure instinct.
Filou managed to land on Melchior’s shoulders and drove his sword into his pointy hat. His blade cut through the fabric and encountered resistance of some kind. A buzzing noise answered his attack, and then Filou saw them in the hole.
Antennae.
Two bleeding antennae perked up from inside the hat.
The mage fell into the light and dragged Filou with him.
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Comments
Thisul Mendis
Thanks for the chapter!
Sam
Saving Squire Filou
George R
Great chapter
Antony444
I suppose that with our divine protagonist soon being able to resurrect the fallen Champions (assuming things go per the plan on that front) Filou joining the 'missing, can't be resurreced yet' list was kind of inevitable... As for the cease-fire, one can't but help see it as a serious defeat for the Epona-Hel alliance. While they didn't lose everything (the first altars claimed) this sneak attack was a one-time deal; now they've pretty much sunk their reputation. And I doubt the Magmorians are going to forget that either...
Void Herald
Maybe, maybe not ;) it's been corrected othewise.
Publius Decius Mus
So it was not a Valentinan mage, but three Lunarians in a trenchcoat? What is Epona up to? She must have known! Edit suggestion: > “I would gladly spare with you then… if I’m still in a position to do so.” spare -> spar > I’m all for us sparing to sharpen our skills for the day we’ll fight the Titans, but this pointless battle is just that: pointless.” sparing -> sparring
Void Herald
Corrected, thanks ;)
Void Herald
More like Filou will have his own 'behind enemy lines' plotline this volume ;)
gostsamo
> “I would gladly spare with you then… spar with you, also, "his head" twice in the fight with the mage.
TheFoud3er12
I guess that's the plot point that's gonna bring us to valentine way earlier that his people are prepared for. I've seen a similar plot. Why not just have them prepare completely and do a war arc? Like they were already going to go to valentine eventually smh
Jasus
As expected there are double agents. I just wonder if there are some in Wepwawet army.
