Beastfolk Isekai

Pain. That's all you knew as the truck collided with your body. From the spot you were hit to the drive down to the hospital by ambulance, it was all pain. Then as EMT's were prepping, you disappeared. Fading before their eyes and others, leaving behind your clothes, wallet, phone, and keys. Anyone with you was freaking the fuck out.

The sensation was trippy. Your body feeling mended and healed as you ended up in another room, buck ass naked and without anything. And before you was a throne room. And everyone in it bore witness to your nude form.

They also looked like something out of a furry convention except these weren't people in fancy costumes that would cost $5000 or cheap ass fur suits made from carpet underlayment. These were real humanoids that had the visages of various animals. Cats, dogs, reptiles, rodents. Tails and talons, feathers and hooves. A motley array of them. All courtiers, knights, nobles, and commoners. But as you wondered if you ended up in an isekai that would of been a furry wet dream, a rabbit looking woman on a throne stood up, a bald man and a porcine looking humanoid both by her side.

"Hail, brave soul...." she said. "We have summoned you to help save our kingdom."

You wondered if you really died. You pinched yourself, a few knights and couriters murmuring. But the woman simply raised her hand to silence them. "No, human... You aren't in a dream. We have summoned you as you may be our hope." Definitely not reincarnated. But why you? You explained how you couldn't be what they want. At least until one knight decided to throw a punch. You blocked it, flinching but without pain. It should have hurt as this knight was some kind of reptilian warrior, his shape built like a shitbrick house and his gauntlets looking solid. Another walked up and told you to pick up a rather heavy blade as he gently place it on the ground. It was like a kids toy, despite looking like a refined yet heavy blade. This world of course, had lighter gravity than Earth. And without a doubt, there's a reason why you'd be chosen: you came from a world where here, you were powerful by default.

Sure you didn't have magic, but you picked it up quickly. They taught you within a day. They taught you how to fight, what's going on and all. You learned from a goblin how to sneak. Learned how to cast magic from an elf. An orc even assessed how you'd be good at fighting hand to hand. Whatever your skill was, you somehow proved to be better than the average person. And then you were given a goal: defeat the War Lord. Save the realm, and you can return home. Kingdoms of man, elf, dwarf, et. al. Had fallen. At least those in the eastern parts of the continent. The beastfolk kingdoms were next, resistance in the conquered realms of the War Lord could only do so much. And even those south and north of the continent were doing their best. Orcs, gnomes, goblins, et. al But you were a trump card from this one kingdom among many within the Beastfolk.

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Upon arriving at a tavern, you were met with a group of adventurers. All beastfolk. An equine beastfolk man in laminar plate armor, a beastfolk lioness in regular clothes with some metal plates and leather belts that looked like armor for a rookie that couldn't afford a padded jack, a lizard beastfolk man in leather and quilted armor with chainmail sandwiched between them, a beastfolk vixen in rags and a cloak, a beastfolk man in a priestly robe with a visage of a husky, and a beastfolk dragoness in what you saw was lingerie mixed with bikini armor. They were your companions.

"So...." the beastfolk horse knight said with an accent that sounded like it'd be Polish, or rather whatever passes for Poland in this world. "You're the one summoned by Queen Regent Nadinia? I hope you are able to lead us to victory against the War Lord."

The others looked at you, each appraising you, their own thoughts wondering on how you'd fare. You were a soul summoned to this world as a hope in saving the people.

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A week had passed since you were summoned to this world. You showed your companions what you were capable of.

Your skills in magic and miracle were rudimentary yet offset by how they were more raw and powerful. Your strikes, even if they weren't as refined as Saffira or Sek, were mighty. You weren't as hardy as Janek or agile as Sherri but you were still able to take a hit unarmored and still you were able to leap further than a normal human of this world. And Kia herself was able to help you get adjusted to these lands. Even Chester helped in mending your wounds.

They were your only companions. The clnstant presence that aides you thus far in battles against the sword thanes and battle lords of the War Lord. The only ones keeping you alive.

Nadinia's words still rang in your mind. "If you wish to return home, you must save our lives. You must destroy the Dark Slab. Save my people. Save the kingdom of Ylva... Save all of us..." As those words were in your dreams, the last thing you saw was a blinding light. And the sound of a horn as it approached, a metal grill about to collide with you.

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You awoken from a nightmare, one that was of the truck that hit you. A cold sweat was beading down your head. As you were breathing heavily, one of your companions rose up from their sleep, noticing your quiet distress.

The walls of the Barrier held high and true. A greatwall of stone, reinforced with an even greater palisade of wood. A maze of pure confusion meant to drive the War Lord's armies off long enough to buy time. But it wasn't enough as barbaric sword thanes and the armored juggernauts that were stygian knights would break in. Some having died in this maze, knowing the layout to make their way to the proper path. Led by three commanders. Drummond a beastfolk man that bore the visage of a bull, Duhan who bore the visage of a hawk, the leonine Darius who unfortunately was found crucified when his part of the maze had been conquered, his body strung up on a cross. He thankfully was put out of his misery by beastfolk avian Duhan.

You and your party were sent into hold off the invaders and to set off the traps that were in Darius' portion of the maze. Janek and Saffira were holding off one end. Sherri and Chester in another. You were with Kia and Sek in trying to fight your way through to a tower within the maze. One that, upon destroying the pulleys within it, would allow part of the palisade to collapse, changing the layout. You and the group had scrolls to retreat back to safety and you all knew when a signal would go out that would signify the change in layout.

Of course, the path to the tower was riddled with the corpses of fallen defenders. Beastfolk soldiers in rended chain and slashed gambesons, their human and orc allies, impaled or gored by the brutal onslaught of the sword thanes. It didn't help that there was a commander of the War Lord within the maze of the Barrier, Moagim. A surviving scout noted of what he looked like. Muscled like a sword thane, wielding a blade that was more unique despite its plain appearance compared to the other broad bladed swords of the thanes. He didn't wear chainmail, dressed more like a barbarian in a loincloth with furred boots and vambraces, but he wore the skull of a deer, or perhaps a beastfolk deer man, as a helmet. Even more was his magic. He wasn't some highly powerful mage that could summon a storm of meteors, but he was able to summon foul humanoid beast that had a batlike visage, his minions dubbed the Myrkridia. Flesh eating bastards of cruelty that delighted in blood, havoc, and torment.

You quietly gulped as you knew this was not going to be easy. But what choice did you have? You started a week and a day ago. And you couldn't stop here. You wanted to go home but if you did, you had to stop this War Lord. You shouldn't be scared though. After all, you're stronger than a normal human of this world. Nevertheless, you had to get your equipment ready. Heading over to the tent, you opened the chest that had your equipment but before you could get dressed and equipped, one of your allies approached.

Two days passed since the Barrier. Since you and the party succeeded in defeating Moagim. You could remember two days earlier.

After the battle of the Barrier, a messenger from Nadinia and Kells however approached. Giving you the letter, it spoke of how other kingdoms within the lands of the Beastfolk were to mount reinforcements at the barrier but you and the group had to go into enemy territory. The lands to the east of the continent were once home to humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, gnomes, and goblins. But now many are under the banner of the War Lord.

You sighed, wondering how far the danger is. However, a scout soon came, a human man with his head wrapped in a bandage, his brigandine damaged, showing the metal plates. Though you wanted to help him up, the guards of the barrier arrested him, all to ensure this wasn't some spy. After interrogation, you would learn that the War Lord's armies hadn't ruled all of the kingdoms of man that were on the continent. On the contrary, some still stood resistance. The kingdom of Madrigal was in dire need of help as the War Lord's army sought to destroy them to the last man. The messenger, hoping the beastfolk kingdoms were successful, was disappointed when he saw all they could do was a defensive. But he had hope when he found out you and your party slew Moagim. When he asked for the remains though, he implored everyone in hysteria to get rid of those remains, to bury them deep.

"Moagim will rise.... His myrkridia will feast on us all if he is not disposed of..." Turns out, the bastard was slain before and rose again thanks to the Dark Slab. While Duhan and Drummond would have the skull disposed of somewhere where it couldn't bring him back, or at least long enough to delay a resurrected Moagim from reaching any of the War Lord's army, you and the group were tasked to reach Madrigal and help them fight back against an army of the War Lord led by another general of his, the Castellan. The messenger noted from an orb that bore the visage of this general. The Castellan was a beareded man in full chain armor covered in metal plate that was dark purple color, was made from some kind of magic ore. Even more was the Castellan holding a heavy brass-iron halberd. And the Castellan slew whatever stood in his way. Even a few goblins that tried to fight back to hold him off from burning down what was left of a village. As the vision ended, the messenger gave you a seal of his liege, Lord Gryphon.

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You opened your eyes again as the group was still on the move. Everyone was in a cart, the horses drawing it. You were all lucky not to encounter the War Lord's armies. You would know from the flags that were placed, the battle standards. You would know from smoke. You and the group avoided them, taking other routes and fighting small patrols. It wasn't long before you reached Madrigal with the seal provided by the messenger. The city was ruled by a wizard known as Alric who was its king. When the guards stopped you, you presented the seal of Lord Gryphon. The lord himself knew of the messenger when the guards told him of you and your group arriving.

"By the gods, Parsifal made it...." he muttered before telling the guards to get the king while keeping eyes on me. Alric had to know what we did but Gryphon knew he had to be careful. After half of an hour of waiting, you and the group were let in. There by a round table was a few men in armor, a few hulking bearded barbarians with rough yet mighty two handed swords, and in the middle a man in a red robe with a matching good. King Alric, leader of Madrigal and one of the few left to stand against the War Lord.

Before you could speak, Alric would soon let you and the party know.

"Madrigal is soon to fall. The best we can do is evacuate the people and get to safety..."

There were pockets of resistance in some parts of the land. And the way to the Barrier could allow some to survive. Even the ports had boats that could get the citizens to safety. But Alric knew that if this war was to be won, Madrigal would fall regardless. And within three days, the Castellan will be upon the city. Alric noted that this foe was empowered by the Dark Slab, a sign of his power and how close he was to the War Lord as one of his greatest. You wondered now what could be done to fight him head on if such a foe was empowered.

But Alaric noted of his own magic, a sort of "dream magic" that would allow him to damage the Castellan if not then at least a means to aid you in battle. He and his berserkers would join you and the party when the battle comes. Especially as Alaric noted of how one beastfolk kingdom, a kingdom reviled by the others, have joined the warlord.

He showed you an orb, showing a beastfolk man in a silver breastplate with a symbol. He looked like a caribou, wielding a warhammer. Another was an Avian beastfolk, an eagle in demonic looking armor. Janek simply scoffed as his Polish accented voice spat out the name. "Dainn Bloodhoof.... A vile bastard. Figures that son of a bitch would join the War Lord." Sek meanwhile noted that the eagle was a general of a fallen kingdom

"Marius.... I wouldn't be surprised at that cur joining the warlord." Sek said as his eyes narrowed.

In fact, the orb showed others of these caribou beastfolk Dainn led and the motley legion of beastfolk Marius had. You could only note to yourself of how they looked like vikings and Romans according to pop culture and Hollywood. Bare chested assholes who were rapey and pillaging for the caribou while the other beastfolk you didn't want to know how dangerous they were compared to the Romans of your world. Janek noted he couldn't wait to kill Dainn. All while Sek noted how Dainn was just some disgusting warlord and clan leader that did besmirch all of beastfolk, especially those of the same visage. Though the true venom in his voice was on Marius. "That bastard is empowered by a demon.... and not one related in anyway to the War Lord...."

Three days of pure hell were upon you as Madrigal was besieged. Yet even as it would fall, you and the party still won it out in the end as the Castellan was defeated and the treacherous and traitorous caribou looking beastfolk warlord and wannabe king, Dainn Bloodhoof, was slain like the filth he was. Only Marius escaped with what men he had left, no doubt he had came into this with some scheme to usurp the War Lord or whatever, but he had cut his losses and swore he'd have his revenge in the future, all directed at Sek.

It was a brief celebration but you knew that a dark general of the War Lord was still a threat as you looked back at the defeated form of the Castellan. You could remember what became of his body. Unlike Moagrim, his body body would turn to the same shade as his armor and crumble like dust. Still, you knew the importance of having it removed and spread out but Alaric noted that unlike Moagrin, the Castellan was empowered differently.

As you and your team recuperated, Alaric noted of the final destination you must get to. The War Lord's keep, built near a mountain known as the Anvil of Dawn, also known to some as the Great Devoid. Alaric knew that if the Dark Slab was to be destroyed, the Anvil was the only hope.

"Take the Dark Slab, and throw it into the light of the hole of the great mountain. And the War Lord's power should be undone."

As he spoke, he pointed out to a tower that could be viewed from a telescope. A tower of iron and stone. Guarded behind an army of sword thanes and stygian knights, and whatever they had press-ganged into their forces.

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Two days passed as Alaric gathered a force of his men as well as back up sent in from Nadinia and a few beastfolk kingdoms neighboring hers. The path to the tower would be bloody but you and the group would make your way into it by another path as you would follow Alaric and a small battalion of his men, led by the berserker Luh of the Long Arm, and the warrior Aldwyn.

A few battles along the path against some stygian knights ensured Aldwyn's kite shield was shattered, his cloth cloth covered chainmail stained with his blood and his nasal helmet dented as Luh and his fellows berserkers swung their blades at their iron clad foes. While Chester and a few others healed the wounded, Janek and Saffira managed to throw a few off the mountain path. You nearly died however as you hanged on for dear life as a sword thane managed to disarm you. You would nearly fall to your death but you slid down the mountain and grabbed onto a surface as Sherri shot out an arrow at the thane that attacked you. Kia managed to pull you out with Alaric's help.

You lost your blade and your armor damaged. But you had to press onward as Sek threw a blade of a fallen sword thane to you. Especially as now was the time to infiltrate the tower.

One hour into storming the tower while the battle raged on outside and you and the party managed to grab the slab. Alwyn and Luh of the Long Arm stayed behind with most of their men to allow you and the others to make way to the Anvil of Dawn. As you came upon the Great Devoid, the War Lord stepped out. Compared to his Stygian Knights and Sword Thanes, he wasn't as protected. A black iron cuirass was all he had. Pauldrons of the same iron with spikes, and a skirt made of leather and sack cloth, with a belt of leather strips. His black iron helmet was horned like a ram or perhaps even like a demon, and his hands held a brutal and heavy flail. Among men, he was giant, taller than even whatever berserkers Alaric had left among the group.

"You know who I am and I will spare you all of the theatrics."

Though he had only a few stygian knights and sword thanes, he needed only himself to defeat you and your party. Alaric however reminded you of what must be done.

"THE SLAB!!! INTO THE DEVOID!!"

You knew the Dark Slab was the source of his power. If you were to be rid of the War Lord, the slab had to be destroyed. And you knew which one among you had the slab. All of the kingdom of Ylva was praying on your team to succeed. Them and the other kingdoms. Before the fight could start, one of your companions whispered to you.

It was finally over. When the Dark Slab was thrown, the power of the War Lord was gone. His men withered and faded away. The War Lord dead at someone's hands, be it yours or your companions. And in the end, peace was brought to the land.

Three days of celebration with your companions. You were hailed a hero by Nadinia, by Kells, Alaric, by those still alive in defending the Barrier and by those you and your companions liberated.

You could only relax these last few days. As Nadinia noted, you were free to return home. Hell, you could even come back here to visit. You knew as you were taught the spell, magic and miracle now feeling like it courses in you, as normal as blood. Yet as you sat in the room you were given to stay in at the palace, there was a knock on your door. You told them they could come in, one of your allies coming into see how you were doing, wondering how long you'd stay before you would go back home.

Epilogue. Make your own scenario of what happened after. This can be after defeating the War Lord or going back to Earth