Bisdolan Country

 

Choosing a new chief

Chieftain after Chieftain things could not get any worse. Each clan or family has ruled as Chief over the tribe. Yet this tribe was more aligned with a city state with rivals. Every two years or five years this city-state went on the war path. Just like any tribe of the Jurax lands. Oceanrest Var rested on the sea whereas Kilscar Orvain was further inland. Vasts Jungles, fertile lands, marshes, swamps, clearings scattered all over with plains leading up to foothills that become mountains stretched across further than nomads could travel. Tales say these lands are walled in by walls of mountains. Today marked a day of decision making for the tribe. Which family was going to rule once the current chieftain dies. Although they were still a tribal based society, they did not live in huts anymore. With the aid of their mages Oceanrest Var's population flourished in its own corner of the world. Among the population 135 Arch Mages resided above the hundreds of other mages who held some privileges due to their magical abilities. 

Stone structures rose up where there used to be huts. Some became tampered with over the years. Transformed into workshops, inns, breweries, kilns those structures formed an artisan caste. Temples became temporary homes for those who lost homes in fires, earthquakes, heavy storms. Some incidents involved attacks from neighboring city-states. Kilscar Orvain, Magesar, Khasun, various tribes, nomadic groups, feral outcasts would become a challenge to the new Chieftain of Oceanrest Var. One group of peoples called the Dark Elves or the Vomani kept harassing them. According to the scouts, warriors, heroes who set out to fight them this nation of Uxane looking dark elves numbered 46,000 in their horde of nomads. 

As unfair as it was the dark elves did need a new home. Yet it was going to be temporary as they were nomadic during these seasons. Not the white-haired ones, but the tan skinned, and black-haired dark elves. Migrating across the vast lands between the mountains these elves would settle in multiple places. Not many of their race were still nomadic across this vast land. To them it would become a life or death situation once hostile encounters arise. In his gut he knew hostilities would arise if they did not choose the right chief to rule. Chief candidate Makawhaw or Chief Mogohai were putting forward an effort to becoming Chief. One possessed 229 Retainers and bodyguards. Another candidate held the 3,500 Kraken Priests in their best interests. An Illusionist mentioned herds of velociraptors prowling the northern jungles. In her mind she knew a herd of Stegosaurus kept migrating north and south. Some wanted to control every migration or everyone. In her mind she knew it was best not to control everyone or attempt to control nature itself. 

Mages could control people for a certain period of time. Something that could have an impact on who leads the state. Malak and his followers were on the rise again. Ninety-one Warlocks of the Great Old One attempted to bring back control over city-states beyond Kilscar Orvain. Their own rivals, the 66 Necromancers that Kilscar Orvain banished made an ominous return. Surviving the wilderness that surrounded the city-states made for a braver being. Even ones who passed the sentence were baffled by their return. Reminiscent to the return of the Horizon Back Tortoise thought to be a myth. It could be worse. A Caligar as chief or leader. Their obesity never stopped them. Over two thousand of their own spawn, and cannibals would be a nightmare to have return from their exile. 

Sool grabbed the idea their city-state could thrive under the proper leadership. Other candidates for the position of leader started to make claims as the weeks progressed. Their forty-nine conjurers, one hundred one abjurers to the candidates nobody expected to return. Plenty of mages, healers made their mark on the population gaining new followers, new villages to add to Oceanrest Var's influence. Yet Kilscar Orvain and a few other city-states threatened the settlements aligned with Oceanrest Var. Sool recalled a tale where 102 Warlocks of the Fiends perished in a conflict that broke out. It was when the Warlocks of the Arch Fey began to disappear. Rumors spread there were forty-nine left hiding in the wilds. While others said none of them existed anymore. 

In the Gathering of Peoples Sool, her mother Agibe overheard the issues members of their community wanted to bring up. Some mentioned a herd of one hundred twenty stegosaurus trampling over some tools, workshops, huts, barriers on the northwestern edge. Another one complained over another herd of Triceratops stampeding through a village of 125 people. In an exaggerated tone a bard from Magesar prolonged a tale of how he witnessed 180 or more Huge Lizard-like Beasts of Burden become stolen. A hunter told a tale of those Skull Spiders that lurked high about the trees. One higher member of the Council's Messengers mentioned those monsters took the lives of 4,411 unfortunate souls who wandered into their lairs or domain. One of their own merchants who often hire bodyguards mentioned the scum of Kilscar Orvain started to marshal on other states. Nina the Apothecary held up a piece of a wooden tablet with what she needed for her shop. A quest or errand is what Sool thought of when she caught a glimpse of the drawn items she required. 

Sool's own mother pulled her away so she would not jump in and start arguing like she did every week they came to market. Through the crowd Sool could hear names of candidates being praised or insulted. Bumping into nine Shrine Maidens Sool and her mother left the crowd amassed in the markets.  She heard her mother mutter something about herself having enough with people turn others into outcasts. It was too much to make those types die out. Just a few days ago townsfolk in a settlement wanted to watch law breaking outcasts die out as a result of their status as an outcast. That issue was disrupted rather than resolved when a band of 157 unpaid, dissatisfied Gladiators from Kilscar Orvain attacked some villages nearby. In response Oceanrest Var sent a group of 71 Martial Arts Adepts who trained in combat for the city state's defense. For some reason that did not start a war with Kilscar Orvain. Her mother became one of the city-state's educators in scribing, music, dance, and weaving. Some of her pupils stayed with them for a few days at a time. 

This gave Sool interaction with others from Oceanrest Var aside from school mates and neighbors. Some were children of craft workers, potters, vendors, bricklayers, mages, few of them were the children of warriors. Oceanrest Var and a few other city states often united with the same type of warrior added to their armies. Galloping Crocodile Warriors were said to number 7,448 or more. Each were known to have made a vest from the hide of that violent crocodile many dreaded to encounter. Some became guests in their house for short periods of time. Yet none of them managed to be a guest for as long as one her mother brought in. 

Gildan the former slave to a Champion of the Ottante-Badraani city-state called Cariboo. Once a captive to the Cariboo expert captor Modhabad the eighth Pale Croc Sultan, Gildan was called his pet gecko. These Cariboo boasted their city flourished alive with seventeen thousand colonists. While on a hunt for the Mohtaba Beasts with a trio of hired Dark Elf Guides, Modhabad stumbled upon a dangerous Spinosaurus (7,845 recorded as of Calornese year 1844). The spined or sailed beast stood on its back legs still hungry. Only the accounts of a few witnesses described the Badraani Sultan's death. Gildan was not sure what his last words were. One phrase he did utter one day was not everyone was allowed to be married in some cultures. Gildan desired a love life, but his servitude to the Cariboo captor prevented that. Now he assists her mother, their neighbor Sabos the Wood Collector, former tracker. His tracker days caused him to encounter a Vanara, monkey like beings that started to appear. 

Sabos liked to tell tales to the children about what dwelled beyond the borders. One tale included nine horned lizard demons have a pet bumpy fat dragon. Another involved a gross statue coming to life. Sool attempted to make herself useful for the past eleven days. She dropped things a few times. Oceanrest Var's populace took their time selecting a new leader despite the posing threats they faced around them. The decision wasn't made until several events pushed them. Kilscar Orvain sent 114 of their own assassins. Some of them were outsiders from lands they were unfamiliar with. Some were caught, others successful. As for the rest Oceanrest Var's guards, and militia left them to the mercy of the jungle around them. It sparked outrage across the city-states whose warriors, and fighters martialed in response. Sool watched her own neighbors arme themselves in preparation for a war with Kislcar Orvain under the leadership of War Chief Makawhaw. It became a difficult decision as many wanted a beast tamer to become chief. One that would direct the beasts away from their lands in a different migration pattern. 

Just when the threats appeared clear another one appeared. On the beaches a fleet of strange vessels arrived. Fishermen in their row boats spotted them first, but were captured. These vessels had multiple layers of oars sticking out. On board these vessels arrived what appeared to be Elves in bronze armor, hardened leather, and toughened cloth. Language barriers became difficult. Sool watched from behind her mother's legs as nearly 2,000 of these strangers landed on their shores. If numbers were correct in a head count, she guessed 1,901 or more of these Elves. Oceanrest Var's people watched from outside their walls as this new group made themselves present. Claiming to be from places such as Alegan, Ivodra, southern Castaria these Elves also brought other humans, and half elves. She wondered if the Dark Elves they encountered knew about these lighter or lighter tan skinned elves from the sea. Did they choose not to say anything about them? One these newcomers named Xiphosen ordered them in formation wielding their dipyleon shields, Blades, and Spears. Their new Chief was in a difficult circumstance. Although they outnumbered these newcomers their known enemies or familiar foes would make this a difficult time of the year. 

Old Times Bard

 Norrian Shaigan rested in his hammock aboard one of those seafaring vessels. Headed to the independent cities of the Unknown Lands this bard started to hum more to himself. Feeling drawn to these lands he heard of this bard took in a deep breath. Locals, tribes, adventurers, missionaries, outlaws, fugitives know the true name of those Unknown Lands past the independent cities. One of fifty-two traveling bards, Norrian came to visit all the independent cities of this wild continent called Jurax. From the streets, caravan, festivals, weddings, birthdays, concerts, tournaments Norrian overheard stories about these lands. Yet the Wendoji on their peninsulas and islands stood next to the mountains that cut off these wild lands from everything else. Many of them could have traveled on their lug sailed Junks, or Dhows. Yet their Eldari Elf craftsman gave them sturdy vessels to make this voyage. 

Too many stories, overwhelming tales, epics, sagas, oracles, came from this one region. Oral communication in whispers, mutterings, ramblings, wild rumors lured him to travel. Donic, Cydnam's Wyvern Knight navigated to this territory.  Axus the Smart gave the western states a new route for traffic to the eastern parts of Calorn. Derro the Separatist of Nevradit defied the elected Chancelor Nooj from the shores of Nevradit to the edges of the Eoth, Grussian Mountains. Authorities sent Grunt Henchmen after Derro who brought them past Rednight Fangsir. Eoman overheard of an Oracle involving the Priestess, a hubby to some Gigolo. This Oracle narrowed it down to getting a spy on the Gigolo who was mistaken for taking drugs. Once the spy found out this Priestly Oracle said to break the mountain. Then their partner would stop acting in such a strange way. After checking the destruction of the settlement, the hubby discovered there was a cult worshipping a Rat God that commands each worshipper to become filthy. He thought of some songs for each as he stretched his legs a little. Either it is good or it sucks, as in it bores or angers fans. 

Damis Sailing Ship or DSS Odorgas spent ten days since they left Bethone port, Eoth's foreign coastal city. As a Bard he was really on the run while looking for gigs in these cities. You went to court, they let you go. Norrian thought to himself.  His eyes scanned the interior of their section of the ship. Along the walls Norrian spotted 12 large chests, 4 smaller chests, and decorated head bust. Rhangael the Boatswain Steward pulled elven other chests up to the upper deck with the available crew members. One gamer known as Wigich was a master of various Games would become the cause of Lost and Found. Passengers were able to handle Witch Craft's best Conductor lovingly. He could only think to strap them to a suitcase and travel. The Wigich did not allow him to have his own cabin for his own luggage and quarters. From his spot he watched the decluttering of the Wigich's Hull of all the passengers' hoarding. 

Seven days, for seven days Norrian the bard aimed to earn a living while letting other Bards delve into this continent's History. Island Kingdoms such as Ivodra, or Dunegz paid adventurers to explore past the cities of Jurax. Dunegz Overlord, Grix the Top Hat Skull ordered failures into Dungeons. All one brought was Lattice Fencing as prove. Something that was becoming more common. Their excuse was it was too far to travel any further from Magesar, one of the city states along Jurax Coast. Norrian prayed that Damis was not a place they considered too far to explore from. At first, he felt a little cornered from the pressure of heading to these cities. Yet he reminded himself of why he is here. No there is room for you they are just being manipulated. No companions to travel with he shifted out of his hammock. In a grouping of eighty-seven other travelers Norrian prepared to disembark. Six meals in one day like an aristocrat in his own ship captain sounded nice. One ship some crew acted like they already fed it. Meaning the passenger. Gathering his traveling gear, what little luggage he brought Norrian made his way off the vessel. Water splashed part of his boots while walking down the gangway. Waters here appeared choppy. His ears picked up one of the sailor's proverbs or sayings. It just needs a rinse two more times. Rinsed with salt water was deemed a curse to others as the waters splashed their feet. Wet shoes made everyone miserable. Especially those who were not used to the sea or coasts. 

Whichever city they stopped at Norrian felt a little loopy from looking at the structures that lined the ports. Just looking at the city itself, he could tell it was already a busy bootcamp or barracks. Sea salt, various meals over fires, fireplaces, torches, pleasant aromas wafted into his nostrils. Even the smells of a cistern slipped in. It only reminded him of what he had to cover up. If you did not wake up in a cell as of dawn this morning you know what that means. Norrian thought these words to himself pulling up a sophisticated Bard to present to the public within himself. 

"No it is their way to escape bullies." Norrian said to himself attempting to cover up a slight gulp. 

"They wanted to burn it to rebuild, this Parmoon." Another Bard called Corwin the Dancer pointed out to a trifling Charlatan he sort of knew as Faza or Fazai from Lunkwood. 

"Ten to fifteen years ago a small family or arch clan of vermin, Callicantzori were found on board a Caravel from the Nevoran side of Calorn." Grear the Deckhand put in while carrying a small crate of Black Rabbit Wine. 

Norrian did not want to hear why destruction was going to be involved. Seeing the houses, and structures he moved away from the other passengers. In a confident waltz of a walk the Bard pressed for the nearest taverns, or bazaars of this city. Markets covered the sections along the docks like a wall of vendors and shops. Left with enough room for dockhands to perform their duties the markets acted as an introduction to this city. Squinting his eyes he started to count the number of houses. All he could tell himself was this. Calm down you will be employed. His own gaze caught the attention of whom he presumed as the Hegemon Guard. They called you a racist before you entered is what he wanted to comment to this fellow foreigner certainly a long way from home. Norrian's gaze returned to the houses he spotted behind workshops, warehouses, tower style houses, Inns, and Taverns. Erected higher than most of these structures stood a hand of blue stone with an arcane symbol on it. Bewildered by this Norrian did not see did not see the tendrils of suppression cast on him from both sides. His face landed in some muck or mud on the street. He was fortunate that this did not give off an odor. Caught off guard this Bard thought of the miscreants' prowling cities like this. Norrian could not see who it was due to the gunk covering his face. 

"Two years of this spell's usage its casters only caught dangers, hostile targets. As for you swindler. Some fines are in good order." A familiar voice to his ears stated as a boot pressed on his right leg. 

"Lexhis Khon. So, the guys and girls are taking forever to grow up?" Norrian managed to mock a little as he struggled to get up. 

"Hussar, Uhlan are among those I brought over on behalf of the Zullebargers, and Tysiniers. The ones behind a pretty bounty on you." 

"Over one hundred houses, jack ass over here caused me to lose count." Norrian complained with sarcasm in his voice. 

"Count again if you want. Just start with the right side." The Uhlan countered his insult. 

Khon's Hussar placed a horse's blinder with the right side taken off. Norrian hoped the authorities of this city would butt in to rescue him. Then his memory kicked in. Could it be over that animated golem hoard that Imhotep the Exile from Ottante cast on Kersios Port? He was involved with him until that incident. Or was it his sudden association with the Stalking Dead, a group of assassins formed out of revenants who sought revenge. None of them came as the Uhlans and Hussars acting as police, bounty hunters, and guards rather than captors appeared convincing. The one named Korcher gripped his right arm with a bit roughness to it has they hauled him away. 

"There should be rivals between the aristocrats and nobles slowing the advances down." Norrian muttered to himself. Used to getting out of these situations this bard expected a riot, squabble, quarrel or rivalries to spring up at any given moment. 

"Does your Bardic brain recall someone who calls himself Dark Pali? A Commodore of Cydnam and Lesdonia, knight who is or was 2010 years old whom enjoys the night. He or she were behind the animated golem hoard that took the lives of what was the number? Oh right the lives of six hundred eighty-six." Interrogation began from the lips of Lexhis.  

"Pay him a visit and see what he owed you cur." 

"They drove them away. A reason some stores shut down." 

"Clearly out of place that golem hoard was. Thought I found a nice Topaz on the ground." Norrian heard himself rebuke back. It was not out of cruelty towards those who died, but the spitefulness over being captured. 

"Let's see among the victims it took down a Primate, Surgeon, Mortician, a somehow soft Torturer, a renowned Warrior, the best Mercenary, local Drayman, and Tunneller managed to survive. All because of a treasure map was discovered, recently. Lawbringer that is known as Twenty-Five eyes mentioned a squad mage while in the hospital." Lexhis laid out who was there. 

Don't kill over this pirate it is only the Horned Tiger. Norrian wanted to say but he was gagged with a bandana. Captors rarely allowed their victims to be seen. Yet this was not abduction or any form of hostage taking. This was authorities of other kingdoms acting upon the orders of their rulers. Not knowing which city-state he was currently when he should, Norrian found himself drug to a complex structure. Blinking his own eyes multiple times Norrian found himself in a building made from multiple ship sterns stacked on top. Pulled up by the arms by the Uhlan and Hussar Norrian was brought over to the chamber that used to be the Captain's Cabin. Two figures faced them in a decorated room full of cushions, lounging couches, statues, colorful tapestries from Cydnam, Nevradit, Damis, Lesdonia, Mortas, and other city states of Estoras' Island Continent. In a green blue robe stood a red-haired woman with a scar on her left eye that was now blind. Next to her in a lounge chair covered in furs, and cushions sat a bleach blonde half elf holding a thin cigarette of high class. A red bow held a part of their hair up on the side. In a green dress she sat with a cat on her right and a little girl focused on reading behind her. As a guard or companion or tutor he guessed stood a red skinned horned female from Syrianos. Her dress matched her skin tone while the ruffled top revealed her shoulders. As for the rest they appeared more like chosen warriors awaiting the 1,400 wolf clan membership. Not even give him their names they shoved him into a crate sized box bound for Cydnam for trial. His own act inside a market city permitted the golem hoard to emerge out of people's pockets. 

Flag of Nevkamuu

 

Another member state of the VUVR that united multiple nations together. Once divided by tribes, nomads, and kingdom, Nevkamuu became a home to refugees alongside the states of the Ottante continent. 

East Koriv

 

The free half of Koriv that appears stuck between the two invaders, and a wall of mountains on its eastern border. Its own independence was secured through a cooperation with one of the alien invaders. It is one of the Calornese Allies that has plenty of free states scorning it. 

Brex M Parmoon

Where in the deity of the Mending Tibia was he going to do about the Orc Wedding party of 221 swine folk? Something he did not want to mix or mistake for swine folk again. On board a locomotive train caravan he shared a car with a Sacred Scavenger-Dame sitting opposite of a Rogue armed with staff and sword passed them. Very out of date these weapons did not feel that threatening yet still gave some shock when put to use. Noting this, Official Outrider Brex Parmoon the undervalued contractor-Mercenary watched this one carefully. Not exactly full of passengers this car was one of the eleven passenger train cars detached from a larger train of cars. One of those cars was carrying a ship bound for the ports in the southern east portions of Nevora or Ulleopen. Appearing much older than himself this sacred Scavenger Dame did not give off that appearance. White haired in a short fashion they wore a mix of old-fashioned skirt, vest, cardigan, duflaine. Their ascot and vest appeared modern to suite the industrializing of the world. 

Brex's own attire included a pair of overalls over a laced green shirt that belonged to a much older era. He did not care if it looked bad. Less than handsome Brex still had a bit of charm along with reliability. The other passenger cars which made up the other 18 cars were still being hauled by the main locomotive. It was for this trip up north where the Nevoran Federation found itself invaded. Its neighbors did not care at the moment it started. For some reason they believed none of their borders would be treaded upon. Especially by these invaders. Whatever the Calornese Alliance or the V.U.V.R. had for an agenda against slavery went past them. Brex Parmoon could already envision the letters being burned after auctions or transfers were made. Some 8,000 female goblins were sold to the invaders with collars or leashes. His eyes went to the armed Rogue clutching the two items in their hands. In their grip the two weapons appeared cleaned, sharpened or tightened. 

In their own seat this Rogue, a tall goblin hybrid who looked one hundred twenty-eight shared mumblings. Double the average age most goblins live. Age always varied among living beings on Calorn. It depended on the being's race, health, profession, habits, or fortune when it came to death. Especially when it came to how long one lived in life, their lifespan. Wrapped in a hooded robe that resembled a coif of some sorts this one wore it with a cossack decorated in a mix of pendants. This style appeared more like an abomination. A patchwork made from a former cossack mixed with a brown robe. Zemat was known for its heat, desert, shifting humidity, oasis dotting the desert, the jungle that semi encircles it. Applique is what he can tell was applied in making this outfit that was too warm for Zemat's climate. As if he doesn't exist Brex got up in his own attire. All he could think of were paupers, peddlers, peasants, regular beggars, hobos, educated trash. 

In the depths of their passenger car Brex moved while grabbing the handles installed to keep upright during the train's movement. Brex did not hesitate to check the passenger compartments around his own. A total of twenty compartments with bunk seats meant for passengers. Their own compartment sat in the center across from an active one where the groom and best man were playing cards. One wedding part of 221 Orcs spread out on the eleven passenger cars. Passing this one he checked the other passengers to the left of his own and the right of the groom's compartment. One handsome loner eating lunch in one was unaware of a buxom fan spying on him twice in a row. She pressed her chest against the window door to get his attention. Not fooled that this scholar was clueless on what to do he slowly crept by the scene. However, her own friends glared at her as she entered the loner's compartment. Another compartment closer to the end had three professors with their students. In earshot Brex caught a whiff of the se professors advising these young women to seek out a loner adventuring ranger. Their leadership roles required to find the one named Gunnar. Double checking on the scenes he noted these were more Zallic Humans, and those of Zemat travelers sharing the same train car as members of the Orc Wedding Party. 

Not even bothering to consider their friendship with the loner's admirer Brex encouraged the loner to the lock the door. Even though they themselves could still open the door this trio of manhaters scoffed, sneered, glared at him with flaring nostrils. Used to women getting pissed off at him Brex passed the other compartments full of Orcs. Couples, small families, or those with older siblings mature enough filled up these compartments. While the train kept moving smoothly on the tracks Brex made it to the next passenger car they called Zagos. Upon his entry inside the train car Zagos Brex swore by the deities Etiebe, Tibia the Sibonoti Elf seafaring deity, the Parallel Gate on the Hill, this car was full of arguing. A certain son of a Director of General Security, Abun Lamin Naahirn argued with a green suited figure. Director of Security Obdall Lagog Naahirn had multiple offspring he called children from two women. Brex had subtly stumbled upon an argument Lamim started over loneliness. 

"Don't go woah, woah, you stay out of this! This doesn't concern you!" an artist companion to Lamim barked at the first figure. To the rich green dressed figure he appeared more like an annoying cat found on the passenger car. 

At the door Brex listened to this gossip encouraging argument. From this vantage point he spotted fourteen others out of their compartments. Behind them his gaze spotted Orcs, humans, hybrids peering out of doors. Dressed in a suit stood a Paladin or off duty Paladin of human descension. Brex swore that Paladins became scarce across civilization. In the casual clothing a guardian half elf armed with a modified rifle muttered something Brex caught in his hearing. "Don't treat him like a nobody." In a curious fashion Brex looked at the thin son of the Director of Security with light tan skin. His artist companion wore a blue shawl scarf over a traditional tunic style Chiton. Out of date compared to the current attire the Tunic Chiton wasn't the only style kept around. The autocracy Zaul required a buckled uniform raglan sleeved stoffe to go with the trousers lined with bar like bins up the pant legs. 

Everyone else wore travel clothing that could be cleaned with just brushing. What wasn't easily identifiable were Mindros Mages who used arcane practices to remove or warp memories. Some Mindros Mages even permitted people to see previous events or conversations that happened. From their own point of view. He recalled these mages used a crystal to take away knowledge from a person. What got him the most was that a female among them so happened to be one such mage. Raven suave style flowing hair brushed to the right side made her appear beautiful. Her own apparel made her stick out a little. Decorative dark blazer, vest, stripe shirt with a high collar, winged brooch. The right hand held a mug with a gold sleeve depicting hieroglyphs. On this right she wore a black glove, two gold bracelets. Her hazelnut eyes went with an olive skin tone. With a straight expression her face possessed thin eyebrows holding some calm, cool atmosphere about her presence. Her ungloved hand rose up emitting a quick flash of light blue. Brex received parts of the conversation right up to his entry. 

"...Title for an Acoll series..." someone was reading from a newspaper. 

"A warrior's calling." Another person read over their shoulder. 

"MPs, Infantry, Airborne pulled from the front. Sounds like they aren't throwing enough parties..." the first person kept reading. 

"I've been single this whole time!" Lamim blurted out to her. It sounded more like he was shouting, but her calm demeanor did not break. 

"...Beginning numbers of invasion forces or start of..." 

"Do they need to cancel sports to make them miserable?" another voice said from a blurred figure. 

"The fault doesn't lie with the author every time, but within the reader if they don't always understand." 

"...Let's see. Clothing, doublets, flannel shirts, quilted clothing? Brocade, linens, robes, buckled shoes, waders of some sorts. Blue denim trousers. Burgundy doublets, suede shoes, breeches, leather boots, laced leather pants, coarse linens, khakis, patched vests, belt vests. Are we missing..." 

Lamim desired a woman, and a male partner in life according to the rest of the argument. Brex thought he should wait until he graduated, or saw parts of the world. All that did was remind him of personal losses he suffered. A popular person's death left him hollow inside for a decade. he attempted to forget about that day when the person passed away. What he did not want to receive was a glimpse of something else. In the back of his mind he caught something. Vestrisians will demand for all civilian collaborators spared. It was that or the region be left to the Nevoran Federation. Just as a warning to allies and partisan groups fighting the alien invaders. Brex just waved those thoughts as his own idea popping up in his head. The Zallic contractor looked right at a made Lamim whose gaze met his own. 

"Don't let unexpected situations throw you off. Even if it is a female vampire from another world." Brex advised to the son the Director of General Security. 

His body pressed forward in the passenger car brushing pas the onlookers to an argument that could ended by handing over an address. His path led him to the next train car used for cargo. Named Dopacho this next cargo car held weapons he loaded himself. Four months ago, the alien invaders called the Nazdar, the Gantronese invaded the notorious Nevoran Federation. Right after this failed invasion of five waves these invaders attempted a second invasion. This Dopacho labelled cargo train held 31 shotguns, 130 early versions of submachineguns, 20 light machineguns, 110 Assault Rifles from the V.U.V.R, 200 rifles, 10 rail guns,100 pistols, 10 heavy anti vehicle guns, and 10 snipers. Those were the weapons he loaded up himself as a shipment to help. A small amount to avoid authorities. Hooked down on the train's exposed cargo car carried 18 types of turrets, cannons, barrels for tanks. Wheels, cogs, gears, treads for tanks, half tracks were included. Each delivery meant for the front as expected on schedule. 

What he did not expect was for a cute gold haired ex-pirate with piercings to push him to a seat on another car when he attempted to return. She brought him a cider ale. A second one followed. Brewed smooth lager. Brex got to sit with the groom, the groom's father, the bride's father. Nogith Dume Pigog the groom, Dume Bolig Pigog the groom's father, Sogram Ked Fullbash the bride's father had a third drink with him. This wedding to come was in honor of the year an Orc Child became an adult warrior. According to customs Orc Parents or partners remarried once an Orc child became an adult moving out. In a drunken state the four discussed how a new set of weapons or production line of weaponry emerged. Vehicles, firearms, tanks, new boats, trucks, cargo types, armored cars. Some weapon types included Anti-Aircraft Gun Bucket, Anti-Infantry Gun Bucket, Sting Rod Missile Trucks. Gun Bucket was more of an open turret on the back of a truck, halftrack or open treaded vehicle. In slurred jumbled speech they mentioned how Zaul and Zemat's sovereignties could unite. Brex did not really think it would happen. That idea got under the skin of the Orcs whose Red Wolf Deity went against Zemat's autocratic ruler who preferred the arcane deities. Demiurge of the Core Planes was one arcane deity. A nine-armed arcane mage in a hood, layered robes became worshipped among twelve other deities. 

As of this very century, and decade Zemat, not his home country lost the region of Zeaviin. Not only a large chunk of land, but shrines to the twelve deities became locked down. One in particular had many followers made pilgrimages to at a seasonal basis. Followers say this shrine hosts the Flaming Sword of called Charasa Makohul the Flaming Scimitar. Another known Flaming Scimitar sat in an exhibit in the V.U.V.R. 

Whoever the bride's friends were acted civil and mature around the non Orcs of Zaul. Just an act they liked to put on just to mooch off people or gain certain positions. When it came to Scholars, apprentices, board gamers, zoologists, theatre students, alchemists flat out bashing, insults spew out. Brex enjoyed rating those types of girls out just to watch them sink into their seats or grovel for approval. It wasn't just the spoiled Orc girls, the humans, and half breeds pulled that stunt off everywhere in big cities. Brex did not have a map of their side or part of the world on him. It would actually hurt them even more inside as most wanted to get drunk with excuses. Despite the recognized internationally drawn borders Zaul included Orc Tribes in their domain. This could be adding more than 35,000 extra male Orcs or even more. Maybe other warriors among tribes in the south could be included. Among these civilized tribes he thought of the Classy Steele Orcs, the Onion Helmed Proost, Serefe Orcs, Slanted eyed Orcs. 

That very next morning Brex ate up a plate of breakfast sticks with one of the passengers he shared a compartment with. Each piece tasted of foreign origins to him. Nothing bad just a mix of honey and something else his tongue found rather sweet. He hung out with the Orc party who were bound for the second invasion of Nevora. Bride and Groom were already married with children. According to their culture a couple remarried after the last child or offspring reached adulthood. In Orc culture it varied between tribes it was 14 and 15 years of age to reach adult hood. 

In the wedding ceremony any friends, or relatives who took part in the wedding fought in whichever conflict was going on. One hundred warriors became the desired number for this after wedding event. Not the normal wedding events non-Orc cultures held or practiced this event was referred to as Onugog Ungagh. Seven full days went by due to multiple stops made their journey longer. Each stop became another delay in each location right up to the regions south of the Baz-Revereth Invasion sites. Further south of those sites was the second invasion that drew closer to the borders of the neighbors of the Nevoran Federation. 

Christelone, Izavod, Ostrim were three out of seven nations who felt the most threatened. Two hundred twenty-one Orcs were not the only ones arriving to face another invasion. These Nevoran Federation Elves had a few divisions lingering north of the second landings. No more than 1,814 warriors from Zaul, Zemat, Friscian Confederacies, Thannon, Boteran, arrived to combat these invaders. Estimating a forced of 37,528-48,000 in the invasions force Nevora sent in the foreign fighters and mages in first. 

Despite fighting the scum, unwanted filth, grotesque spawn these Nevoran Federalists unleashed against them, he still felt unfamiliar with their military might. It confused him even more. Mages among the lesser or lower tiers of its hierarchy made up most of his past encounters. In one skirmish while serving the Minister of Higher Advanced Education Scientific Research, Gazane Ibrul, he captured several mages. Each one wore this Arcanist's Padding Armor. Under 9000 of which they crafted. Once they mobilized along the flank of the 1084th Division, the newly arrived 356th Falcons Witches found themselves in a complicated circumstance. Among the 5,080 or more witches this 356th were no longer considered citizens or disowned by families. Armed with spells, sickle weaponry, cleavers, cudgels those witches counter attacked with 222 Lamia Naga prisoners they aimed to use as pets or bodyguards. Among their other pets some 1,758 fell, or those wounded marched with another force. Called the Hooved Chimera or the 2004th Brigade, about four thousand tribal Dark Elves heeded Nevora's call to service. 

Under the impression the 1084th were going to help Brex's own unit pressed their advance. In the dark they found few empty settlements in what is called Yien. Anxiety gripped a 23-year-old Maisa Dashan Doopeil in their attempted to catch the scenery. Their Dagero Daguerreoptype, a crystal powered process became extra luggage to haul. For this Doopeil he handed over the Mogman BMZ Gun tractor. One armed car with tank treads installed.  It became perfect for hauling it and her tripod photography. Five photos, and six bronze framed pictures were taken of the witches, Dark Elves, members of the Covartz Cavalry who posed for her. Within the limits of a settlement capable of housing over seven thousand people they found stray cats. Most of them lived in houses two stories tall. What he could not get over was how unusually large these felines were compared to regular cats. Most of the smaller cats scattered while the larger ones stuck close to them. This animal inhabited settlement showed signs of previous troop movement. Mainly footprints showing it became a scrambled, disoriented evacuation. On a total of five streets, they came across a dozen clockwork tanks that came from a strict production facility. Known as Hottogo21s these Heavy Clock Work Tanks, Hessen 220 Mobile Assault Cannons ran for a short period of time. 

Not working for the main defenders these clockwork vehicles rendered themselves as useful artillery. It pressured the main force of a once full unit of 700 down to 332 into their advance. Running the vanguard of this campaign was the unit called Scorpion Variant. Over twelve thousand combatants encountered the enemy at an empty settlement called Creeds. Meant to be the headquarters of the Metal Crown Assassins Creeds became more like a home for other guilds. House to house fighting commenced between their forces and a few thousand enemy combatants called the wide Brimmed Iron Gunkata. Mainly gunslingers dressed in armor these Gantronese aligned fighters were responsible for some atrocities. Some witch schools getting caught in the crossfire as the invasion pushed deeper enraged many Nevoran enlisted personnel. 

Brex called their current engagement a massacre between the two parties. He swore to himself that his ears blocked out the cries and the shooting. Each side scrambled to maintain positions along the limits of the settlements until the vehicles came involved. Those vehicles included Austerd Assault Crawlers, Super Cannon Buggy Enforcers squeezed through the gaps in the lines. Plowing through the gates of the walled sections drew them into ambushes in the streets. A percentage of their vehicles were lost along with ground personnel. Fighters, soldiers, mercenaries, volunteers found themselves in various circumstances at the hands of the invaders. Amidst the chaos caused by the ambushes Brex's unit came across one individual better acquainted with the city. A lone elf armed with what he mistook for a Katana, several short swords managed to take down eight deadly invaders in one ambush. Botching a few other ambushes Brex's combined unit made attempts to save other units as they poured in. The lone elf, Alexander Green-Blaze led a smaller unit of humans and half elves loyal to the Nevoran Federation. Patriotism came at a price within the borders of the Nevoran Federation for those who were not light blue or whichever skin color those elves were. After the invaders arrived Nevorans started to see each other as equals fighting the same entity. 

Better acquainted with this city this lone elf managed to take down eight of these invaders. Using a custom katana, a couple of short swords, a flintlock shaped club. Simply armed with standard weaponry, chaotic sorcery, fists, wits whatever remained of their units grabbed some guts. As if ordered Nevoran's defenders eliminated the invading foes. Despite the homefield advantage they attacked from different angles. His own unit was backed by fresh ones pouring in just to get back at these invaders. Numerous windows were shattered. Corners crumbled, became filled with debris, remains of combatants. Plenty of rooftops were blasted from arcane missiles. Most square feet of the combat sites were riddled with holes from all the shooting. Desperate to drive the invader out those on foot rushed multiple positions. Regardless of the casualty rates fireballs, electric shock, wind blast, arcane blasts, destroyed the structures in their path. Structures burned from the fire balls, grenade blasts, knocked over candles, smashed lanterns. Others became reduced to rubble. Some collapsed on the enemy from certain forces. It did not help engaging hostiles armed with various guns that put multiple combatants down like wounded horses, or a disobedient pet. Brex led his own unit full of Orcs through the hostile lines taking down as many invaders his stamina allowed. All they wanted was to drive the invaders out while played for time. In their berserk made or blood rage the Orcs tore into their lines bashing them into walls. He became witness to some skulls getting smashed in, invaders cut down, faces were torn off. Multiple limbs became cut, hacked off, or ripped off in the Orc rage. All he could do was stay in the back of their line of rage. Showing their blind rage these Orcs pressed to the other side. It almost divided the enemy force in half as other forces came in from behind. 

While cutting through the city he came across some memorable foes. One Soldier with tentacled limbs choked a lost remnant of Creed's defenders who stayed put. Presuming it was some spawn with the inherited mutation Brex raised his own weapon on it. At his side Brex carried a star metal blowgun, basilisk Eye revolver, VUVR style light submachinegun, Orc Dagger, short Xiphos. Instinct took over as his hand went for the revolver. Three holes appeared in the enemy's torso that was already skewered with a longsword. Leaving the longsword stuck in the corpse he lowered his revolver. He could barely get a good look at this corpse when another figure emerged in the doorway. Both stood in the interior of the wing to a renovated castle keep. Light brownish skin this figure appeared to be an Orc in Grevaskii tan Khaki uniform. Only three pockets on the shirt, holster attached to belt. A bandolier of bullets draped from their left shoulder down to the hip. On his right shoulder the Dark Elf style pauldron clung to the uniform. In the Grevaskii uniform, donning the steel combat helmet called the skull pot it appeared scarred from conflict. Not even blinking or giving any thought to anything else Brex ended the Orc's life. Their corpse fell backwards on the stone steps. Through the doorway he got a view of the landscape of Nevora's Yien region. 

Mostly covered forests, hedges, long grass, dire flowers, crane hydras, limited hills, Yien appeared a little more oriental with forests of bamboo stretching for miles. From the doorway to another castle keep connected to the walls linked with towers he found a horde digging in for another counterattack. It did strike his interest a little by looking at how the other small castle keeps were linked together to form this city. Thousands of these invaders hunkered down behind foliage, scattered cottages, huts, outposts, abandoned or overturned carriages. Fallen timber, large stumps, piles of rocks, boulders, crumbled houses, old walls of property blocked the view on both sides. Stagecoaches became cover alongside their own vehicles they drove in. 

All along the enforced broken front scattered shootouts commenced between opposing forces. It went overlooked despite the enemy pouring out in retreat or militia fired from Creed City. One unit of a dozen Nevoran Federation Lustered Assault Crawlers, Supper Cannon Buggy Enforcers managed to reach this area despite the obstacles. One appeared more like a large go kart with millipede style armor. The other had a jeep style appearance blended with a truck armed to the teeth. Multiple tank killers, Gantronese Heavy cannons made most of them into paper fireworks during their approach. What did not help either side was the mist emerging from the southeast. So much for the short bursts, rapid fire, artillery, and traps is all he could think of watching the mist engulf everything. 

Other members of their vanguard or forward troops made it to the edges of Creed City. Everyone involved in the advance stopped as the mist kept engulfing the area. Out this engulfing mist a lone vehicle slowly approached the linked city. On top of this vehicle in a perched position stood a female figure. Brunette hair, heart shaped face, smooth skin with a hint of oriental and typical Grevaskii background. Her red coat came with a fur collar over a white shirt that fit tight around her body. Black trousers hung from her hips. He could not get his gaze off her hourglass body. Behind him a distraught witch armed with an L34 rifle, with a rectangular body pressed against him. She was only getting a good look at the scene he could see. That type of hat over the ugly casual clothing for a uniform made her seem comical. Brex could only picture the fear in those wide eyes of hers. Mostly human yet part elf this witch attempted to fire around him. Her intentions were to aim at her. This Zaul-Zemat born contractor snatched the rifle forcing her fire in the air. Most of his mind went to a possible chain reaction of nothing but the end for Creed. 

What he did not expect scared the whatever was left of their own vanguard. Various vehicles and aliens advanced from the mist. Three wheeled tank cars, Dune Buggy Gunner or DBG-547s, Metal Slug Tanks rolled towards the settlements. Several hundred alien reptile crab beast war horse looking creature was let loose on the battlefield. Whoever was left were few in number since their main force was left were fewer in number since their main force lost a huge chunk. Parts of the walls started to fall apart as they began firing upon Creed. Above him parts of the keep started to fall off from the blasts. One the beams fell from the ceiling hit him in the head knocking him out. 

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

 

Flag for Meze

 

One of the island states that has to share land with the crippled Evusian Empire and another state. The State of Meze is ruled over by Emirates. 

Possible Character for story

 

Witch On Board

Mortified by the fact that he can type now she insisted he be left alone. Doing this made her former teacher look ridiculous.  Not moved by the past plight of keeping someone who did not conform down choked her. Over exaggerated fears became common. Zero time would be dedicated to anything business related if this issue returned. Whoever he was no one valued his presence unless he spoke or entered an establishment. At least that is what she heard. Behind her own back multiple capable people were exempted from recruitment by this very teacher. Today she was checking out a new structure to use for an office. As quaint as it seemed a decommissioned well preserved naval destroyer sufficed. Going through the decks she checked each portion the hull. Once called Alysha the Unstoppable this destroyer saw thirteen extra years of service before retirement. 

Having served one hundred years Destroyer Alysha the Unstoppable became a husk of what she once was. Experiencing several wars, four hundred missions, 21 battles, at least 13 kills this vessel witnessed many events. She even survived several deadly storms at sea. Now sitting on land as an empty husk ready to be reused for something else. Still maneuvered at a dock overlooking a long sandbank the Unstoppable Alysha had a bridge connecting her to the concrete made dock. The old suite she used was getting overcrowded no thanks to the influence, investments by a kilt wearing rogue. As handsome as he was, she did not have time for him. His shenanigans, adventures would get her killed as she was not that kind of Witch or sorceress. 

She went through each portion of the ship that was emptied out. They can call it clearing house before renovations. Looking down on her own list of renovations she checked which parts of the ship was going to be what. Living quarters were going to become a storage shelf, safe room, or private housing. She had other ideas going through her mind. Each step echoed in the bowels of the decommissioned vessel. Eager to focus on the task of assigning certain office spaces to parts of the destroyer she made herself think of enchanted dolls. Usually, black magic dolls similar to the voodoo craft or some form of black mage arts. 

Getting her mind back to business she realized the armament stores cleared out like a tenant lay vacant. The boiler room remained as is. Command and Control Room would become the main office or watch tower for security. Liquid Stores would become storage for drinking water, recycled waste, extra fuel to run generators. Going through the Mess Hall of the Destroyer she checked off Dry Stores, Miscellaneous, when a figure caught her attention. Light buzzing sounds filled the absence of her footsteps as the search lights became triggered. Clear as day in the mess hall a sorceress teleported herself. Accompanied by a cloaked companion that had to be a skeleton she reanimated herself. Just nodding her head in disbelief, she confronted this one. This sorceress was forced away from her own little office when a mimic was discovered on a construction site. Forced to share her own little story Vellz mentioned some business the handsome rogue started with Gnomes involving gardening, brewing beer to ale. 

Sewing in a new partnership that forecast a friendship she embraced the Sorceress with a hug. Willing to share this emptied out Destroyer as an office she hoped to grow her new clothing design business. In the hopes the rogue would never return in her life with that crew of pirates of his she sealed a pact. Not to let everyone else know. Yet she could not help wondering if that rogue was just around the corner or off somewhere on some adventure. It did not help her own composure that he was that handsome. Focused entirely on her business goals in fabric Vellz  shook his handsome image from her mind. Fashion Designer never sounded better in her mind than now. Yes, it was a ship, but it would make for a good office suite. She allowed the idea of other businesses entering the new structure. A bolt of lightning shot past her interrupting her thoughts. Nearly grazing her the spell was followed by a cackle. Kaft's maniacal laughter filled her new workplace. 

That was not going to slide with her. Summoning her powers she sent a spell of missile flying his way in the shape of an arrow. Countering her arrow missile Kaft used shield spell. Not using wands or staffs, but their hands both rivals exchanged arcane blows inside the ship. Although it was grounded it still rocked as if it were at sea due to the various spells they flung. Smoke, flashes of light filled the hull as they moved around casting their spells. Vellz and her new friend paused to let the smoke clear. A mistake most make when combating a hostile, rival, or foe. Blackened walls, flashes of smoke alarms, bent metal, dented walls, holes from the arcane missiles is all they saw. This Destroyer was hers to use.