House Dovakson was once a wealthy House of Fecuvia before the Gantronese invaded. Their House, along with numerous saw this coming, and chose to resist. For years they fought the invaders with what they had available before being forced to flee. For decades they resided in the area known as Koriv. When the Gantronese came after them they had made friends who were enemies of the Gantronese including the Nazdar Empire. Despite collaborating with beings from other worlds, and many technologically advanced factions the Dovaksons nearly face annihilation. The remaining members escaped to a hidden city. From there they gathered enough wealth and forged an army out of exiles, mercenaries, assassins, brutes, some gangs, and other beings from around the world. Among their ranks were some beings from other worlds.
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Sunday, December 31, 2017
Saturday, December 30, 2017
Commando Part 45
Brittany's body fell into the
muddiest part of the field that lay next to a murky body of water. They would have
retrieved her body if the night hadn't been hovering over their heads. Movement
could be heard in the darkness forcing them to stay in the perimeter of the
encampment. A few of the elves among their ranks spotted those groups lurking
and prowling through the forest, and tall grass. Two of them spotted a small
band of warriors who seemed oblivious as to where they were. Despite the
advantage of seeing the groups coming it was hard to tell if they were goons,
gunslingers, or any of the figures they were told would be coming. Except the
tank would be more obvious, and the Uxane Natives were always a dead giveaway.
However not many of them ventured this far beyond their own borders unless they
are on a mission or at war. Maurice pressed one of the elves to tell him what
these figures looked like. All they saw were figures wearing long cloaks,
dusters, trench coats, and long coats. Each of these figures wore several
styles of hats. It was all they could decipher in the dark night since a large
rain cloud came over them. Rain poured down from this cloud above their heads.
For much of the night, and the next day it rained on their encampment and no
doubt the numerous figures as well. Much of their encampment rested on a
slightly higher ground by the road, which still did not save them from the down
pour. Maurice and his original companions made the attempt to retrieve
Brittany’s body. They raced over to where her body landed, and found it was
gone. Oraceth crouched down and studied the mud. In the rain, he spotted traces
of something dragging her corpse into the murky waters. Whatever had taken her
corpse had done so in the night.
A
few days passed with nothing happening with the figures. Maurice, and Segun
sent out their cat steed riders. Out of the thirty cat steeds they sent out
twelve to hunt and patrol the area. Maurice had to send Oraceth, and Taregan
while Eyanosa had to stay behind. Neither food or supplies were running low.
They had plenty for them to last a month. Within the hearts of those who went
out had the urge to hunt something. For a whole day, they were gone and
returned sometime in the night. Maurice required them to report to him and
Segun first thing in the morning. His trusted Ranger Oraceth gave him news of a
force gathering near trees of the swamps and jungle. He also brought news of
another
group heading their way via the
swamp. One of Segun's men informed them the long coated, and duster wearing
figures ran into some monster of that lake they went around. Maurice shot him a
surprised look. He never believed anyone who had been here would be dumb enough
to go that way. A second rider reported there was another road that cut through
the swamp making the entire company feel stupid. One of the other Uxane who
came with Segun reported they had seen the groups they were informed about.
This
came as good and bad news. Both friend and foe were heading towards them. From
one direction come the enemy who are gathering in force. Possible friends and
allies coming in as a separate group from the southern direction. Maurice
required an update on these heroes they heard about. These heroes were heading
towards their area and would be here in a day or so. Segun dismissed his men
and Maurice dismissed his own. He left Segun to contemplate what they had learned
and went straight for Lieutenant Zomere who was addressing her own unit of
Vestrisians. She noticed his approach and dismissed them. Maurice halted the
soldiers before they even moved from their formation. Each one of them scowled,
hissed insults, gritted teeth, sucked on their teeth, bit their lips, and
closed their eyes. She gave Maurice the floor, who then informed the soldiers
of their discoveries. It was a mixed reaction from all of them. Enemies and
supposed allies were coming towards them. He could read their faces and knew
there were questions they wanted answered, but those questions would have to
wait. As the newly promoted Captain Maurice wanted them ready to face the
threat in case it came to them earlier. He observed each one individually, and
as a group. Private Bogrus, Sergeant Aluk Merrins, Private Gorbovich, Sergeant
Coros, Corporal Emantis, Private Black-Red, Private, Voking, Private Noel
Pennson, Corporal Gerin, Sergeant Tarlos, Lieutenant Zomere, Lieutenant Razif,
and Private Azan Mogul stood in a line. He could have them form a column or any
small formation. Maurice did not do that. Instead he ordered them to set out
and gather wood in the south.
Maurice
returned to his own quarters in the encampment. At his tent Maurice tried to
get in touch with Maphai again to see where Odeliah was. He spent several minutes
trying to get in touch with his mercenary ally. Each time gave him no results.
All he heard was static on the other side. He tried one more time to no avail.
Maphai must be busy with some thing else. Thinking she must be busy with other
things, Maurice gave up on contacting her for now. It felt hopeless to try
again, yet he wanted to do it any way in the hopes that he could get through to
her. Just hearing the static numerous times kept him from doing it again. He
sat on his own raised sleeping cot pondering over the heroes that were supposed
to meet them. The gathering enemies also crossed his mind. His imagination ran
wild as he calculated how many were going after them. In his mind he calculated
there would be at most six hundred or even a thousand of Caligari’s hired
gunslingers, and goons going after them.
For
several moments he stared at the hand radio wondering if he would be able to
communicate with Maphai. He hoped it would happen before the Caligari forces
attacked. Even though it was not clear who these gathering forces were. Maurice
had a feeling in his gut that they were the Caligari Syndicate. His train of
thought was broken by Lieutenant Razif entering his tent. The Lieutenant saluted
to his commanding officer. Maurice saluted back letting him speak. Fortifications
were about to be constructed with help from Segun’s group. Two of the groups of
heroes were not too far away. These groups were the knights, warriors, bowmen,
radioman, and the tank crew. He asked how far away were these groups. Razif was
about to answer when they heard gun shots outside the area. Both Vestrisians
raced outside to see what was going on. Maurice barked out orders all over the
encampment as he raced towards the edge of the encampment to find the source of
the shooting.
At
the edge of the encampment he turned his head left and right in search of the
source. To the west of their location a band of figures mounted on various steeds
raced towards the encampment under fire. Sure, enough these figures were the
warriors, knights, bowman and the radio man they heard about. Many gunslingers
were in hot pursuit firing shots at them. In the back they could see the tank
crew fighting off a band of these goons and gunslingers. Maurice shouted orders
for his troops to race over and help these figures. He also heard Segun’s voice
roar at his own mercenaries and their allies. A band of twenty soldiers mounted
on the jumbo cats raced to the aid of the sixteen figures and the tank crew.
Ten more figures raced out of the barrier wielding long rifles and snipers. Maurice
watched his own troops and the mercenaries gallop towards the goons and
gunslingers. He climbed on to the top of a sturdy shelter to watch their own
mounted fighters flank the unsuspecting pursuers. His heart raced while
watching the pursuers gun down a few of the figures who had made it this far to
reach them. All sixteen of the knights, warriors, and bowmen pressed harder to
reach the encampment. On the edges of the encampment ten of their own riflemen
and sharpshooters fired from the tops of stands, and makeshift lookouts. Their
targets were easy to pick out, because of the dusters, and long coats. Most of
the pursuers chasing the sixteen warriors were decimated. It forced the rest to
scatter, leaving their targets alone. In the background of this scene the tank
fared better due to its armament and the number of figures that circled around it.
Watching the pursuers be chased down and killed gave him relief. He counted
just eight left who were also gunned down in return.
The
party of sixteen mounted figures turned into a larger party. No more than twenty-five
mounted figures reached them encampment, Knights, Uxane warriors, Grussians,
Bowmen, Eothans, other strange warriors, and a lone Vestrisian with a large
radio on the side of his own mount. Maurice jumped down to greet the new
arrivals. He introduced himself as Captain Maurice Viyamor. Whoever was the
leader laughed with relief and took Maurice’s hand in a firm grasp.
Friday, December 29, 2017
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Christmas Alone?
On a dark Christmas Eve night nothing stirred inside his little cabin deep in the woods. He liked being in the woods, and surrounded by the wilderness. His cabin was miles and miles away from the nearest settlement. That was how he liked it living in a cabin alone with his bobcat for a pet. What he wanted most in life was solitude for some time. After years of battling naysayers, struggling to find a clear spot, and months of construction he finally had the cabin he wanted. The loner sat in his comfy armchair that he crafted himself. His rifle lay against the chair, unloaded and freshly cleaned. The bobcat he had as a pet slept by the fire.
Inside his own cabin he felt secure and safe. He had been through the woods his whole life. Nothing happened to him. His armament included various rifles, revolvers and knives. On this Christmas Even Night he the loner who wandered the woods outside of town had no stockings or gifts. His family was either long gone or dead to him. All over the walls he decorated the place with rifles, spears, antlers, heads of animals, and furs that he killed and collected over the years. In his slumber he dreamt of all the adventures he had, the hunts, and conflicts he fought in. Most did not know this, but many of his kills included creatures and humanoids from other worlds or dimensions. Many of these things were mutants and monsters from the stars.
In the midst of his dreams something knocked on his door. The sudden knocking stirred him awake. Being stirred from his slumber like this did not bode well with him. Disgruntled over being woken up this late he stood up and grabbed his rifle to use as a club or at least scare the idiot who knocked on his door. The knocking came again only louder. He stormed over to the door hearing the knocking grow louder into banging.
Frustrated and ready to shoot this idiot the lone swung open the door with such force he could have torn the door off. No one was at the door making him satisfied. To him it must have been some creature knocking around. The woods were old and full of wildlife. He went back to sleep on his chair. An hour later the knocking came again forcing him to get up again. Angry at being woken up again he loaded the rifle. Taking quick angry strides he kicked open door to find no one there.
"I know you're out there you scumbags!" He yelled into the night. The loner slammed the door shut and went back to his slumber. Banging came again much louder this time. At the boiling point he fires two shots at the door.
"BUGGER OFF!" He roared.
Before he could even close his eyes the banging came again. His anger was now transforming into rage. Grabbing his revolvers he rushes outside leaving the door wide open. In every direction from his cabin he fires all twelve shots into the darkness of the night. Feeling like he had killed whoever was screwing with him the loner returned to his cabin slamming the door shut and locking it tight. As he went to his chair he stopped. In it was a strange figure looking directly at him. Its shape could be seen in the fire light. His bobcat ready to attack at any moment. Whatever this figure was it had several horns, a humanoid appearance and it appeared to be cloaked.
"It has been ten years and you are still at the hunt. Alone in these woods with no one else but a bobcat for company. A secret warrior such as yourself is not easy to find." The figure said glaring at him with four red eyes that glowed.
The loner was scared stiff as a statue to see this figure inside his own cabin. He was under the impression there was no one else here. None of the people he knew or lived nearby knew where he even was. Some how this figure had found him.
"Who are you?" He demanded.
"A kill you didn't complete. Do not say another word my friend for I shall not kill you." This figure he did not kill informed him. Whoever it was the figure pulled out a seed and dropped it on the floor. Whatever type of seed this was it melted through the floor boards. Moments later the floor shook and began to splinter in certain places. The whole cabin shook as the floor boards were torn apart by the emerging earth. In front of this loner corpses, arms, and heads came out of the earth. From the floor came spirits of angry looking souls came after him. Seeing corpses, and ghosts jut out of the ground scared him to the point of a heart attack. His heart beat harder than a drum. Sweat poured down his body. His hair was certainly white and his face horrified. Corpses, angry spirits and limbs of dead bodies grabbed him. Each limb dragged him down into the earth. His body felt torn and squeezed into the earth. There was nothing but a human sized hole in the ground. Whoever this figure was killed the bobcat and feasted on its flesh before settling down in his new chair. He uttered no words except.
"You thought had Christmas Alone?"
Merry Christmas
Inside his own cabin he felt secure and safe. He had been through the woods his whole life. Nothing happened to him. His armament included various rifles, revolvers and knives. On this Christmas Even Night he the loner who wandered the woods outside of town had no stockings or gifts. His family was either long gone or dead to him. All over the walls he decorated the place with rifles, spears, antlers, heads of animals, and furs that he killed and collected over the years. In his slumber he dreamt of all the adventures he had, the hunts, and conflicts he fought in. Most did not know this, but many of his kills included creatures and humanoids from other worlds or dimensions. Many of these things were mutants and monsters from the stars.
In the midst of his dreams something knocked on his door. The sudden knocking stirred him awake. Being stirred from his slumber like this did not bode well with him. Disgruntled over being woken up this late he stood up and grabbed his rifle to use as a club or at least scare the idiot who knocked on his door. The knocking came again only louder. He stormed over to the door hearing the knocking grow louder into banging.
Frustrated and ready to shoot this idiot the lone swung open the door with such force he could have torn the door off. No one was at the door making him satisfied. To him it must have been some creature knocking around. The woods were old and full of wildlife. He went back to sleep on his chair. An hour later the knocking came again forcing him to get up again. Angry at being woken up again he loaded the rifle. Taking quick angry strides he kicked open door to find no one there.
"I know you're out there you scumbags!" He yelled into the night. The loner slammed the door shut and went back to his slumber. Banging came again much louder this time. At the boiling point he fires two shots at the door.
"BUGGER OFF!" He roared.
Before he could even close his eyes the banging came again. His anger was now transforming into rage. Grabbing his revolvers he rushes outside leaving the door wide open. In every direction from his cabin he fires all twelve shots into the darkness of the night. Feeling like he had killed whoever was screwing with him the loner returned to his cabin slamming the door shut and locking it tight. As he went to his chair he stopped. In it was a strange figure looking directly at him. Its shape could be seen in the fire light. His bobcat ready to attack at any moment. Whatever this figure was it had several horns, a humanoid appearance and it appeared to be cloaked.
"It has been ten years and you are still at the hunt. Alone in these woods with no one else but a bobcat for company. A secret warrior such as yourself is not easy to find." The figure said glaring at him with four red eyes that glowed.
The loner was scared stiff as a statue to see this figure inside his own cabin. He was under the impression there was no one else here. None of the people he knew or lived nearby knew where he even was. Some how this figure had found him.
"Who are you?" He demanded.
"A kill you didn't complete. Do not say another word my friend for I shall not kill you." This figure he did not kill informed him. Whoever it was the figure pulled out a seed and dropped it on the floor. Whatever type of seed this was it melted through the floor boards. Moments later the floor shook and began to splinter in certain places. The whole cabin shook as the floor boards were torn apart by the emerging earth. In front of this loner corpses, arms, and heads came out of the earth. From the floor came spirits of angry looking souls came after him. Seeing corpses, and ghosts jut out of the ground scared him to the point of a heart attack. His heart beat harder than a drum. Sweat poured down his body. His hair was certainly white and his face horrified. Corpses, angry spirits and limbs of dead bodies grabbed him. Each limb dragged him down into the earth. His body felt torn and squeezed into the earth. There was nothing but a human sized hole in the ground. Whoever this figure was killed the bobcat and feasted on its flesh before settling down in his new chair. He uttered no words except.
"You thought had Christmas Alone?"
Merry Christmas
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Tuesday, December 19, 2017
Sunday, December 17, 2017
Commando Part 44
Whatever happened to those victims or sacrifices Maurice
did not want to know. He did not really care for the gunslingers, goons,
and cutthroat pirates who had caused so much commotion, and bloodshed
inside Khasungai's walls. Following the Uxane warriors, and trail
blazers the enlarged party pressed through the forests, and marsh the
next day. Like a convoy the enlarged commando's company trekked
through the forest, and marsh. Their path snaked around trees,
puddles, patches of tall grass, fallen trees, strange totems, and
rocks. Among the swamp-marsh and forest were nests of reptiles, and
other carnivorous creatures that forced the large convoy to wrap
around the large lake they meant to avoid. It took several days to
move around the lake native woman warned Maurice and his company to
stay clear of. Because of their new friends they could not avoid this
route.
As they came to the end of this lake Maurice looked
over his shoulder to see if anyone had followed them through the
forests, and marshlands that encircled the lake. He kept his watchful
eye on the trees allowing those behind him go onward to the road. For
several minutes he scanned the trees in search of anyone coming after
them. It did no matter whether it was savages, Khasungai Guards,
goons, gunslingers, or even bounty hunters. They would have a full
company to fight off if they wanted to get them. His attention was
suddenly drawn away from the trees when Maphai's voice emerged over
the hand radio. He picked it up and responded to her. She informed
him there were mercenaries that belonged to her organization that
should be in contact with the Vestrisians they found. He told her
they had already found them and they had taken a longer route to
Oceanrest var. The two leaders hung up allowing him to stir his mount
to catch up with the rest of the convoy.
For the rest of the day they pressed for the road
taking a route through the marshes. Dusk was now coming by the time
they came upon the road between Khasungai and Oceanrest Var. Over
Seventy warriors, mercenaries, and soldiers made camp next to the
road leaving enough room for other travelers and convoys to move on
the road. Their tents and fires must have appeared like an encampment
crossed with a village. They set up the tents in a defense
formation that resembled a half circle. Maurice got in contact with
Maphai again while inside his own tent with Brittany on her side of
the structure. The two leaders conversed over their current
situation, which was improving thanks to the efforts of
communication. A few more warriors and Vestrisian Soldiers arrived at
the fort just this morning with a few families trying to run away
from the Caligari Syndicate. Maphai warned Maurice there would be
hundreds of Caligari goons, gunslingers and hired thugs heading
towards them. They would not be after them because of what happened
in Khasungai. Caligari has a few new targets. Small bands of heroes,
and young warriors will be heading their way as well as Odeliah's
crew. That lone radioman with the cat will also be heading towards
them, but with a company of warriors, and knights for some reason.
Maphai told him to hand over the radio to the leader of the
mercenaries, and tell their enlarged force to stay put. Maurice got
up and left his tent to find the leading mercenary. He searched the
whole camp until he was informed where the leader was.
Maurice found the leader known as Segun at the edge of
the encampment drinking from his flask. The orc turned to see him
coming towards him and offered the flask. Segun had scars on his face
and average skin texture of a brown orc. Maurice took the flask and
drank its contents. It tasted very bitter and sour whatever this
content was. The Lieutenant nearly spewed it out until turned sweet
inside his own mouth. He swallowed it before continuing to speak with
Maphai over the radio who had contacted his superior in the Sarcagos.
Colonel Bryce was about to pack things up and head south with help
from new allies. Maurice handed the radio over to Segun who seemed to
change when hearing Maphai's voice who was apparently the head of the
organization. Whatever she said to him the orc understood and stood
at attention like a real soldier would do when under fire from a
higher command. Segun switched off the hand radio when Maphai was
speaking to him. The orc recalled hearing a band of sixteen warriors,
knights, bowmen, Uxane, and a single adventurer are headed towards
this road from Magesar. From Oramatra a few more bands and a tank
crew should be heading for this area as a rendezvous point.
Maurice pressed the matter on these bands of heroes and
this tank crew. Segun only knew of two other bands heading this way
according to one of their spies who kept in contact every six days.
One of the bands consists of exiled soldiers from Kilscar Orvain who
are accompanied by several supposed knights. Segun scratched his chin
trying to recall how many there were. Maurice urged him now to think
too hard on that and numbers never really mattered. He left the Orc
to his drinking to take a stroll around the camp keeping a watchful
eye on the surrounding area using the moonlight as a means to spot
oncoming convoys or travelers. He looked out at the area wondering
how long these bands of so called heroes would take to get all the
way here. He knew the Unknown Lands were vast, full of jungles,
forests, marshlands, swamp lands, various tribes, savages, beasts,
predators, and other nightmarish things that mostly needed to feast.
When he saw there was no one coming down this road Maurice returned
to his section of the encampment. He visited Eyanosa who was in a
great deal of pain. The Tuxir was under the care of one of Zomere's
troops. The two leaders spoke inside his tent with Brittany
sauntering off somewhere with several of the foreign warriors. Zomere
explained to Maurice that this Caligari Syndicate took hold over
numerous settlements and has contacts in every city-state except one.
According to rumors there was one city-state that was
hostile towards every person who entered its walls or even the
surrounding area. That city-state lay within a hundred miles of
Tsubib Pajibe. Zomere held a haunted gaze just telling him about this
city. Many horrible tales and stories about this city-state could be
heard in every civilized corner of this Unknown Lands. It is said
there are flesh eating ghouls, vampires, cannibals and the living
dead that dwell in its walls. She was about to continue but stopped
herself. Zomere changed the subject to the reason they stopped here.
Staying here and waiting for more to come to them was not to her
liking. She found some interest as to how they got a pirate involved
in this, but recalled their Vestrisian Republic hired such raiders to
attack the Gantronese in the middle stages of this conflict. Yet
inside these lands they fought a separate war against the gangs,
tribes and the syndicate. As the two Vestrisians spoke Segun entered
holding his own hand radio. His gaze was fixed upon Lieutenant
Viyamor. Maurice took the radio and held it to his face and heard the
voice of Colonel Bryce. He stood at attention when heard his voice.
The Colonel congratulated him on his success in finding as many
Vestrisians as possible. His superior officer sounded proud to have
him under his command and promoted him to the rank of Captain.
Maurice was awestruck, rendered speechless for several
moments before he found words to speak to his superior. Once he
thanked the Colonel he listened to the Colonel's advice. He was to
wait here at this spot until those bands reached their area. Once
they were assembled moved as quickly as possible towards Oceanrest
Var. Their pirate friend and other allies should be able to pick them
up. From there they would go to the fort. Bryce advised patience and
warned him that nearly six hundred of Caligari's goons would be
heading straight for that area. He received word from the mercenaries
he befriended. Once they returned to the fort send out word to other
Vestrisians who may still be out there. In a low voice the Colonel
informed the Commando there was an attack made by the Behemoth
Brigade, Ruthless Horde and Gantronese servants from Mulzan. The
attack was quelled with help from neighboring allies, but at a great
cost. The bands of outlaws who aided them were wiped out completely
particularly the Red Hearts. Any survivors joined their ranks as
Vestrisian Volunteers. Among this tragedy the Omnir Raiders switched
sides through the promise of fortunes made by a politician who
ventured over here by plane. Bryce hung up leaving Maurice with the
mixed news. Maurice repeated what was said receiving a salute from
each one in the tent. He left them in the tent to talk with each if
they so chose to. Maurice went in search for Brittany who was a
member of the Red Hearts who were now deceased, and no longer
existed. It took a few hours to find her since she was not in their
tent. After asking around and searching numerous tents he finally
found the last remaining Red Heart entertaining herself with knife
throwing at the edge of the encampment. Whoever she had been with
were finished with their business and she was alone.
Brittany stopped throwing knives giving him a casual
greeting. She did not salute or even stand up despite his status as
Lieutenant and Leader. Maurice looked at her with dire news on his
lips. He wanted to give her the good news first but the bad news came
out first. All of her fellow outlaws or most of them were wiped out
and the Red Hearts Gang was no more. This hit her like a punched in
the stomach. He paused regretting he even said anything about that.
He was about to tell her the good news when she tossed a bottle at
him out of anguish, and grief. Brittany pulled out her own firearm
and sauntered off into the field. Maurice went after her but she
turned around and pointed it at him telling him to back off. He did
as she had various emotions mixed with a crazed anger in her eyes.
Maurice backed away letting her walk further towards a lagoon that
was not too far away. She took her time with long slow strides into
the marshiest parts of the region. Maurice watched her for sometime
before thinking about making the attempt to save her from this craze.
She was part of his unit, a companion, and a partner that he did
consider as more than a friend. He did not want her to be in this
situation right now not while they were in the middle of a mission.
Decisions began racing in his head as she just stood there in the
marsh holding the pistol in her hand. Maurice had to snap her out of
it now and get her stuff together. Right as he was about to act
Brittany let out a scream and blew her own brains out.
Saturday, December 16, 2017
Friday, December 15, 2017
Sketchy Driver Gloves
Bramwell Gideonson has a pair of leather driving gloves in his possession. His dearest mother gave the gloves to him one Christmas years ago. As classy as these gloves appeared on him there was something off and sketchy about them. Whenever he wears these gloves he has a tendency to hunt people down. For five years Bramwell had committed numerous acts of murder with the use of various items and in various ways. His next target was an old friend of his, Dan. Through out the entire semester in university he hunted down his Dan even though Bramwell liked the guy as a friend. Every time Bramwell finds a look alike he drives up to the person and kills them in a ferocious way. One day Bramwell finally finds Dan sitting at the smoking bench. When Bramwell drove up Dan looks up and smiles the biggest smile Bramwell had ever seen.
"Why hello there sir. How are you?" Dan said happily not even realizing who it was. Bramwell could hear his excited voice inside his head.
Bramwell pulled out a pistol and shoots Dan multiple times. Once the poor Dan was down Bramwell sped down the street to avoid the law. As he drove down the road Bramwell looks into the mirror of his car. He does not see himself, but someone else entirely.
"Why hello there sir. How are you?" Dan said happily not even realizing who it was. Bramwell could hear his excited voice inside his head.
Bramwell pulled out a pistol and shoots Dan multiple times. Once the poor Dan was down Bramwell sped down the street to avoid the law. As he drove down the road Bramwell looks into the mirror of his car. He does not see himself, but someone else entirely.
Thursday, December 14, 2017
Representation of Grevaskii Flag
The Grevaskii are an army of those who serve the Nazdar invaders. Members of any race or half Nazdar can join their ranks. It consists of any beings who support the rule of the Nazdar Empire in Calorn and other parts of their galactic empire.
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
What was in my Attic? Life Story?
There is something about my attic that I remember. Back when I was just growing up I remember my mom and dad telling us not to enter the attic. I grew up with two older siblings who were also told this. For nearly four years we were told not to go into that attic. One day remember seeing my mother enter the attic with a plate of food. She was talking to something or was it someone? Could it have been some creature that got lost and decided to reside in our house? Was it an ugly grotesque looking thing that no one wanted to see? What did it look like I asked myself at times when I remember it. There was something in my attic I know it.
Years later when I was eight, seven or nine years at the time I recall my sister and I went up to that attic. Her very words were "It's gone, it's no longer here." Whatever it was I doubt it left on its own. I remember rushing up the stairs and stabbing something. Well that could be a dream. Some time later I asked my mother if I could go into the attic. She always said no whenever I asked. There were times I would knock on it or unlocked it just to be a little shit. That very day I went up to that attic. I opened the door and found nothing was inside that attic. Nothing but old toys and boxed up things were in that attic.
Years later when I was eight, seven or nine years at the time I recall my sister and I went up to that attic. Her very words were "It's gone, it's no longer here." Whatever it was I doubt it left on its own. I remember rushing up the stairs and stabbing something. Well that could be a dream. Some time later I asked my mother if I could go into the attic. She always said no whenever I asked. There were times I would knock on it or unlocked it just to be a little shit. That very day I went up to that attic. I opened the door and found nothing was inside that attic. Nothing but old toys and boxed up things were in that attic.
Monday, December 11, 2017
Commando Part 43
Toberis led them through the alleys of the city to avoid
the authorities. Since they knew what lurked in the dark shadows of
the streets Maurice's party were uneasy. Their new friend's detours
made them fear where he might lead them. Maurice could not help, but
look up at the ceiling or up at the walls of each passage they went
through. Some passages had creatures scurrying about such as rats,
spiders, snakes, roaches, beetles, and other bugs. On the ceiling
were bats that frightened easily in a couple of the passages. In at
least one were the creatures that ate corpses lurking along the walls
and in the ruins of flanking buildings. To Maurice it appeared that
they would not find the Vestrisians this way until they came to a
busy street nearly packed with people of Khasungai. With Toberis in
the lead they entered the street through a hole in the wall of an
abandoned building. Each of them were covered in webs, bat droppings,
and had a few critters crawling all over them. Maurice held himself
back from swatting Toberis.
Brittany was trying her best not to lose it as Hilastes
had to hold her back from attacking Toberis. If she did their cover
would be blown and the city guards would be on their tails. Wearing
cloaks in a city like Khasungai would still draw attention if there
were not others wearing similar cloaks like theirs. Toberis looked
around as if searching for something or someone inside this
particular street. He took his time making glances, studying certain
individuals, and watching a few of them from where he stood. Maurice
wanted to be covert about this and not draw attention, but failed to
mention it before.
His focus rested on several figures who stuck out among
a group of hooded figures. One of them looked in his direction
forcing him to turn away to see more hooded figures among the crows.
Seeing more cloaked figures gave him a sense of hope about their
current situation with the Khasungai Guards. Even if the guards were
looking for them they would have a difficult time figuring it out. In
his mind Maurice was sure the guards were hunting them down because
of what happened all over the streets of this city. Not long after
his glance with one of the figures that stood out Toberis nudged
Maurice and Hilastes. He pointed out one of the figures in a cloak
Maurice recognized. Acting quickly they moved towards this figure who
was loading a basket with some items.
None of them paid any attention to the others in the
crowds as they pressed towards this one figure. More than a dozen
hooded figures and others who were non Khasungai, basically
outsiders, and foreigners, blocked their path. One of them in the
middle quickly asked who they were. Maurice stepped forward revealing
his name in Vestrisian. Each one of the hooded figures backed off
save for the leader who approached him and his companions. Maurice
realized it was non other than Lieutenant Zomere. He embraced the
Lieutenant who embraced him back. She looked at him noticing
something had gone horribly wrong. Not hesitating Maurice told her
what happened and urged for her to get going
One of his men was hurt, and the remaining gangs were
killed. Zomere turned and barked out some orders to the other hooded
figures. These figures obeyed leaving her and the commando's party in
the streets among the crowds of Khasungai. Zomere pulled him
whispering in his ear. Maurice was to go back gather his party and
leave this city. He and his unit were to meet her at the large head
outside the city.
The Vestrisians parted ways as Maurice raced back into
the passages through the city with his small party racing after him.
He ignored all the creatures and dregs that lurked in the walls, and
cracks. It did not take them long to reach their dwelling discovering
the corpses were being eaten up and dragged away by the corpse eaters
of Khasungai. Their presence drew no attention from the creatures,
which allowed them to gather everything they needed for travel.
Toberis and Minerva left them for their own dwelling. Hilastes loaded
the wounded Eyanosa on his mount before they headed out of the
temporary dwelling.
Out of the alley a former ally had led them to
Maurice's party entered the streets wearing cloaks and their mounts
covered in large blankets. They slogged through the streets of
Khasungai trying not to appear too suspicious or draw attention. When
they came to the gate the guards stopped them for a few moments just
to study them for a few moments before letting them pass through. All
eyes were on these covered, and cloaked figures leaving the city.
Maurice could almost feel the glares and stares of the guards as he
led his company out of the city. He had his company go at the same
slow pace to avoid any more suspicions. It took them nearly an hour
before they reached the large head.
At this large head were no more than fifty warriors
waiting for someone. More than half of them had their own mounts
loaded with belongings and several pack mules for hauling extra
supplies. Maurice pulled back his hood to study these fifty figures
who appeared to be made up of Uxane warriors, trackers, prowlers,
Dark elves clothed in Gantronese uniforms and armor, several orcs,
Grussians, Eothans, and various other humanoids who would easily be
mistaken for bandits, and goons. He approached them with his hands
raised as a sign that he meant no harm. The uniforms of the orcs, and
humanoids caught his attention. Every one of these particular figures
either wore the badges of Maphai's mercenary or the Nevoran
Federation's Ex military exiles. Seeing this Maurice took out the
radio Maphai gave him hoping they would believe him to be a friend.
One of the orcs saw this and confronted him. He snatched the
commando's hand attempting to real him in. Before the confrontation
could progress Lieutenant Zomere and their two new friends butted in.
The trio forced the orc to stand down. Confused the Lieutenant turned
to Zomere demanding if these warriors were on their side. Zomere
nodded yes to him and requested for the radio. Maurice handed it to
her without much hesitation. She switched it on to get in contact
with whoever she was trying to contact. Zomere took several tries
before she got a signal. One of the Vestrisian's from the fort
emerged over the radio. Zomere informed the Vestrisian they made
contact with Lieutenant Maurice Viyamor before she was cut off and
ordered to hand it over to the commando.
The Major's voice came on the radio ordering for the
Lieutenants, and their new found allies to get a move onto Oceanrest
Var. Two of their parties came under attack by Caligari's goons and
gunslingers. A handful of their people died as well as the attackers.
Several more Vestrisians did find the fort encouraging more
structures to be built for garrisoning the fort. He did not give many
details as to how many were killed. He informed the Lieutenants that
each goon's corpse was sent to the Caligari Syndicate with help from
neighboring tribes who often traded in that area. Taking the Major's
commands obediently the Lieutenants barked out orders for their large
party to move on down the road. Introductions would have to wait on
the road. Somehow Maurice had a feeling in his gut that many of their
new friends could die very soon. Zomere and Maurice looked at each
other in the eyes. Maurice warned her what lay in the lake that
flanked the road towards Oceanrest Var. She told him they would not
be taking that route. Zomere offered him a cooperative share of power
since they both held the rank of Lieutenant, which Maurice agreed to
go with. He allowed Zomere command, which she immediately used to
turn their entire convoy around back towards the city. Only they
veered off the road into the woods. She had their Uxane lead the
party on a trail blazing path through these trees that surrounded the
city-state.
In the woods and jungle they found more corpses of
Gantronese and other invaders hanging on trees, and rotting on the
earth. Their weapons still lying on the ground, belts, and packs
still partially full of supplies and ammunition. Numerous members of
Zomere's contacts picked up the more useful weapons and grabbed
whatever ammunition was left. His own unit did the same while he
checked on Eyanosa every now and then. His Uxane friend and soldier
was faring quite well for someone who was shot in the leg. Minerva's
magic stopped the bleeding for a while but it came back in slow
flows. They were forced to stop at the edges of the forest and
swamp-marsh. Zomere requested one of their allies and a medic,
private Gorbovich to tend to Eyanosa's wound. Not wanting the Tuxir's
cries of pain to draw attention they put a piece of leather in his
mouth and held him down. Private Gorbovich used his equipment to get
the bullet out quickly even though it had been in his leg for hours.
Maurice took a moment to check out the steeds of their new friends.
Half the steeds were large cats like their own, some were beasts he
had never seen that appeared like large lizards that could run on
their haunches. The rest looked more like the creatures he saw
Steele-Oakley and his own men ride to the fort with them. As he
checked out the outlandish steeds something in the marshes caught his
gaze. He ignored forcing his attention on the strange mounts his new
allies rode. The orcs and humanoids heckled him over his curiosity.
Mauric only smiled feeling like he made some new friends. Whatever
caught his attention caught theirs as well. Hilastes and Amonif came
to his side to see what the commotion was about.
On the other side of a series of body water that was
mixture of a bog, lake, and a still river they saw a large grouping
of tribesmen. Whether they were the ones Maphai spoke of he could not
tell. These tribesmen were jumping, hollering, banging drums,
wielding torches and screaming strange chants. In their captivity
appeared to be a woman or two. Each one was bound in ropes and sticks
in an uncomfortable position for mating. Ideas that these may be
offerings of some kind of sacrifices entered his head. One of the
orcs looked through a pair of binoculars. He chuckled before handing
them over to Maurice and his Unseen Bears who immediately checked out
the scene. Nine women, and more than a dozen men were held captive as
some sacrifice. Maurice wanted to act quickly until he spotted
tattoos of the Caligari syndicate, symbols of their gunslingers, and
untrustworthy, cut throat pirates. Whatever fate was going to befall
these souls Maurice did not care. For these were the ones responsible
for the troubling violence caused in Khasungai. He watched for a
while as the tribesmen carried their victims over to what looked like
a flat surface of stone in the shape of a lily pad. Each sacrifice
was placed on the lily pad like an offering would be placed at an
altar of worship. The tribesmen beat their drums savagely while some
made noises of a toad using wooded figures and carved wood. For an
hour the ceremony lasted until something came out of the marshy
waters. It was followed by another, and another toad, and frog
looking creature larger than a fat human. Maurice put down the
binoculars moments before this sacrifice began its first course or
round of debauchery.
Sunday, December 10, 2017
Flag Designs.
I will be improving designs of the flags I have created. They may not be the best flags right now but I have been searching for new flag creators.
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