A Bored Lich
"Screw magic, I want to learn how to do cool flips and stuff." Magic is awesome, until you've studied it for centuries. Doevm reincarnates into a human to experience the path of a fighter to its fullest and swears not to rely on magic. There is only one problem, a goddess stands in his way. She pits him against both the hero and the villain for all of eternity. How will he escape this, with magic or his fists? Maybe both? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Sorry about the spacing. Webnovel doesn't let me use enter) Winner of contest #110. I upload three chapters a week. Each chapter has word count around 1000+.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Link to my discord: https://discord.gg/tHaceja ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While I am an experienced writer, I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to say you don't understand something or point out an error in grammar. I read all comments. There are naturally some things I won't say. For example, if some says there's an inconsistency and I don't address it, it's probably there for a reason.
Instigating a Fight
The sun rose in the clouded sky and a gong's reverberant chime echoed through the northern edge of the forest, waking the camp of War Monks. Figures quickly shifted within the mist.
Wilhelm, Dag, and Sindre sauntered past pits of burnt out charcoal remains, trails of smoke fading away as War Monks either packed their tents and holy symbols, found secluded spots to meditate, or attended sermons. If Wilhelm didn't know any better, he would have imagined the camp to be a nomadic tribe rather than crusaders.
Although Wilhelm had been with the march for three weeks, finding Cardinal Ver Dilen's tent never got any easier; a task that, due to Merlin's hard work bolstering the camp's numbers, became harder by the day. Currently, his tent was one among a thousand. He sighed and rubbed his head.