Monday, December 31, 2018
Orders are Orders
Creating a distraction would still sound the alarm. Any distraction would be met with the whole garrison shooting the distraction then lead to a man hunt. The Lamia(snake people) duo found themselves inside a fort they infiltrated by hiding in barrels. An oblivious merchant brought them in thinking he was transporting two dead snakes. Now they were out of the barrels waiting in the shadow of a barracks and the wall. It seemed like a tight fit considering there were only three feet between the wall and the building. Each Lamia was armed with a crossbow, bolts, and their own bodies for weapons. Two guards were already taken out having the life squeezed out of them. One of the Lamia was a female who would have brought a shield for this. However her boss was strict about shields on covert operations. Her partner ridiculed her as he waited patiently for another patrol to come snooping towards their location.
She watched him pose letting his tail stretch out towards her. As she waited for night to drag on before moving something caught her attention. A noise came from the rooftop of the building next to her. She aimed her crossbow upward. Coiling up she looked over the roof thinking of her mission. On the roof was a figure with catlike agility, and the distinct features of a small woman. Inside the Lamia's head she was wondering if this was another spy when she heard her partner kill another guard. That made four victims tonight since the 1st victim was killed by her hands. The spies could still be seen in her head. A small goblin who tried to hide inside her hiding place. It was not the ugliest goblin however it would need some cleaning tips if it wanted a date soon. Unfortunately for that goblin spy they had orders to either kill, dispatch, ensnare in place, knock out, cripple as many guards as possible before dawn. Then they were to seize a structure then hold out until dawn. Her plan was to capture a member of the garrison and hold them captive to keep the rest from burning or storming their hold out. Yet it seemed her partner in crime had different ideas and proceeded to kill the guards on the tower.
Realizing it was futile to get him to stop she went after this other spy. This Lamia climbed onto the roof and came up behind this spy who was taking photographs without the flash. Her heart sank seeing how small the spy was. A small being like this made her heart melt sometimes when she did not know what it really looked like. She looked around to see if there was anyone else on the roof tops. The coast was clear as the rest of the patrols marched to their own barracks unaware of their presence. Using her tail she knocked the spy down pulling one leg. This spy went down with a small thud. Whoever this spy was she squeaked on impact with the roof. Not wanting to draw attention her arms covered the spy then muffled her mouth. The Lamia felt the heart beats of the spy as it pounded against their chest. She scared the wits out of the spy who did not move a muscle. Their mission was not to be caught. She looked at the small figure before getting down with a captive in her arms. Finding her partner's victims she took the belts and tied the small spy up and gagged her with a cloth. There was no need to check on this spy until morning.
Knowing her orders the Lamia sprung into action firing bolts into a crowd of guards gathered at a fire. She looked up at where the alarm was and saw her partner disable that. He slithered down to take on a group of guards. The sound of his attack drew the attention of many guards. Using the buildings as hiding places she picked off the guards with her bolts encircling them. She did not stop until she ran out of bolts. At that moment she began to kill off or ensnare those still asleep.
She watched him pose letting his tail stretch out towards her. As she waited for night to drag on before moving something caught her attention. A noise came from the rooftop of the building next to her. She aimed her crossbow upward. Coiling up she looked over the roof thinking of her mission. On the roof was a figure with catlike agility, and the distinct features of a small woman. Inside the Lamia's head she was wondering if this was another spy when she heard her partner kill another guard. That made four victims tonight since the 1st victim was killed by her hands. The spies could still be seen in her head. A small goblin who tried to hide inside her hiding place. It was not the ugliest goblin however it would need some cleaning tips if it wanted a date soon. Unfortunately for that goblin spy they had orders to either kill, dispatch, ensnare in place, knock out, cripple as many guards as possible before dawn. Then they were to seize a structure then hold out until dawn. Her plan was to capture a member of the garrison and hold them captive to keep the rest from burning or storming their hold out. Yet it seemed her partner in crime had different ideas and proceeded to kill the guards on the tower.
Realizing it was futile to get him to stop she went after this other spy. This Lamia climbed onto the roof and came up behind this spy who was taking photographs without the flash. Her heart sank seeing how small the spy was. A small being like this made her heart melt sometimes when she did not know what it really looked like. She looked around to see if there was anyone else on the roof tops. The coast was clear as the rest of the patrols marched to their own barracks unaware of their presence. Using her tail she knocked the spy down pulling one leg. This spy went down with a small thud. Whoever this spy was she squeaked on impact with the roof. Not wanting to draw attention her arms covered the spy then muffled her mouth. The Lamia felt the heart beats of the spy as it pounded against their chest. She scared the wits out of the spy who did not move a muscle. Their mission was not to be caught. She looked at the small figure before getting down with a captive in her arms. Finding her partner's victims she took the belts and tied the small spy up and gagged her with a cloth. There was no need to check on this spy until morning.
Knowing her orders the Lamia sprung into action firing bolts into a crowd of guards gathered at a fire. She looked up at where the alarm was and saw her partner disable that. He slithered down to take on a group of guards. The sound of his attack drew the attention of many guards. Using the buildings as hiding places she picked off the guards with her bolts encircling them. She did not stop until she ran out of bolts. At that moment she began to kill off or ensnare those still asleep.
Saturday, December 29, 2018
Mockshah's First Substitute Command
Just the smell of the morning porridge mixed with oatmeal woke him up. A twenty year old Mockshah stirred in his sultan's circular bed inside his Yurt Style Tent. Since he was a Prince and a Champion and the Squire of Sir Denson Mockshah aka. Nordoc he could do as he pleased. As long as he obeys the laws of his home world, attends school, refrains from killing fellow members of the Intergalactic Circle and does not conquer other worlds he is free. However as a Prince he was to be trained to become a warrior, commander, and a weaponized agent for secret missions. This Prince sat up in his bed to find a bowl of porridge mixed with oatmeal sitting on a stool. Next to the stool sat Valerie his bodyguard, sword master, companion, and meditation instructor. She wore a Temple Monk Uniform under chest plate armor that fit on her rather large bust.
Valerie was one of four individuals hand picked to accompany Nordoc on missions, battles, and quests. His main teachers, mentors, and masters were Sir Denson, Lady Darkmare, a Wizard named Garold, and various others who Denson met on his adventures. Nordoc's archery skills were taught by his own father whereas fighting skills sort of came to him. Swordsmanship were taught to him by a heroine known as Bangerang, and other weapons were taught to him by Bob and an Elf Captain Lordas. Each one taught him well and saw him grow in strength. While he was not with them they had Guardians watch over him to keep him protected from the arrogance and brainless humans on his home world.
"Good Morning Nordoc, did you sleep well?" Valerie asked, her tail flicked around like a cat's tail would. She ate her own bowl of porridge with blueberries and blackberries mixed in.
"Good Morning Sister Valerie, I slept in didn't I?" He asked rubbing his head.
"Nope, only an hour before seven. So you're safe." Valerie replied to him.
"Woo thank the gods for that because Bob would have my ass." Nordoc got up to stretch then went for his porridge.
He sat on the stool seeing two other figures asleep inside his own Yurt. One of them was his companion Bradford who knew him from his home world. Beside Bradford was a young female overseer whom he and Bradford shared after Mockshah's Battle Mage girlfriend broke up with him. Both of them were grateful that she did not have a whip on her otherwise she would use it on both of them. In the far corner to his right was another individual named Sandria Psyches a purple skinned dark elf with white hair. She was more of a snuggle butt companion to him. She had powers of a demi-goddess that allowed her to change her appearance, turn people into animals, and shoot fireballs or energy out of her hands. Sandria taught him how to play the conch shell flute. Beside her was his other companion known as Vorkster a Dwarf still young compared to Dwarf years yet still old enough to be a grandfather in human years. His beard was long and thick with Dwarf styles to it. Dwarf Manliness and Dark Brown just the way he wanted it.
"So today is the day right?" he asked Valerie eating more of his porridge. His companions stirred awake to eat breakfast.
"Yes, it is." she said with a smile.
Mockshah was too excited for words and finished up his meal quickly. He was eager for this moment to come. For over six years he proved himself a worthy warrior, good commander, and an obedient squire save for a few muck ups down the road. with help from the female companions and servants he prepared for the day of riding. Without hesitation he got a head start on packing things up inside the Yurt tent. His companions pushed him out of the tent telling him to meet their superiors. Dressed in a fine loose uniform all squires had to wear Mockshah exited his own tent. Outside he was now in their encampment that was about to move out. Troops, warriors, and various types of fighters were rallied and brought over for his command. Across from his own tent was the tent of Lord Tybalt Lancastere the Master and Commander of Knights and Crusaders. It was much bigger than his own since he was the superior commander. The young Mockshah marched in passing a shield and the four guards standing at the entrance. He gave them a salute receiving one in return from each guard. Inside he found Master and Commander Lancastere, Sir Denson, Lady Darkmare the Battle Mage, Captain Lordas, and Crowned Prince Vashnu of Atlantis who acted more of a wandering mercenary.
All five encircled a table with a map on it. Pieces were set on the map representing M.O.R. forces, IGA forces, and Atlantean forces. He came in right as they were just setting up. Five mugs of coffee rested on the table to keep them awake. When he walked in further Tybalt noticed his entry first. His Master, and the others were far too tired this morning.
"Good timing Nordoc! I hope Valerie has given you enough food." The Master and Commander greeted the young Mockshah. "We were just setting up. Help yourself to coffee."
As Mockshah went for coffee his Master, Mentor and Teacher greeted him with a good morning. He smiled greeting all three at once. He took position in between Darkmare and Denson who were like adopted parents to him. Tybalt was brief with his instructions on how many troops were moving towards the front on the Atlantean side of the area.
"The Atlantean troops under their current commander will be here on the mountain pass while the MOR faction of Marauders and Vandol Monsters are pressing to go through the mountains and around them." Tybalt pointed out.
"How many forces do the Atlanteans have over there?" Bob asked him with his eyebrows raised.
"No more than a brigade's worth." Lordas answered for Tybalt.
"Which is why we need to get a move on." Tybalt stated looking at the whole lot of them.
"How many fighters did we bring to be under my command?" Mockshah asked feeling excited and thrilled to have his first command. Tybalt looked at him wondering if he was crazy or just young.
"Let's see 293 hot heated fighters fresh from training, 218 overseers and baron-sons, 310 outlaw warriors as you requested, 175 axe wielders, 291 of your own freebooters, 304 lowlife thralls, 302 nobles with little combat experience, 220 war masters, warlords, 378 tribesmen, 116 Guardians, 76 Atlantean Silver Knights, 756 of their inmates, and 629 of my own knights with squires. Plus 33 elf warriors under Lordas' command." Tybalt said reciting the list of their own combatants.
"That makes 4,101 to command." Mockshah said more to himself than to them.
"It should be enough." Bob said looking up at Tybalt.
"Enough to ambush a larger force in my opinion." Mockshah boasted.
"Always with the ambushes and guerrilla warfare." Darkmare teased him rubbing his head. He grinned a little at this. Then turned his attention back to Bob then to Tybolt who looked at him with a serious face.
"Make that force 5510 or more." Tybolt said as if warning him.
"Wait a full brigade? Who else am I commanding?" Mockshah asked confused.
"Princess Eva has not proven herself to be a formidable commander in the field. So you will be replacing her as commander to a battalion of Atlantean troops." Tybalt said shoving a piece of documents his direction. Mockshah took the papers to examine them. He looked at the orders on them and realized he was to add more troops to his command. Actual soldiers not warriors, the Atlanteans liked to differentiate or separate the label of soldier from warrior as a sign of a civilized modern force.
"I shall take my leave then." He said giving a salute to them.
"Before you go that train is to stop at Barrowstone Tower. Is that understood?" Tybalt caught him before leaving. "That is where Eva's forces are stationed."
"Yes my lord." Mockshah said showing he understood his orders. He exited the tent to find a shield leaning against some spears and a flag with a skull on it flying above the encampment. At age twenty he was about to take command of a brigade, which would be impressive in his home world if did not act like it was the only planet with life on it.
(To be continued in another part)
Valerie was one of four individuals hand picked to accompany Nordoc on missions, battles, and quests. His main teachers, mentors, and masters were Sir Denson, Lady Darkmare, a Wizard named Garold, and various others who Denson met on his adventures. Nordoc's archery skills were taught by his own father whereas fighting skills sort of came to him. Swordsmanship were taught to him by a heroine known as Bangerang, and other weapons were taught to him by Bob and an Elf Captain Lordas. Each one taught him well and saw him grow in strength. While he was not with them they had Guardians watch over him to keep him protected from the arrogance and brainless humans on his home world.
"Good Morning Nordoc, did you sleep well?" Valerie asked, her tail flicked around like a cat's tail would. She ate her own bowl of porridge with blueberries and blackberries mixed in.
"Good Morning Sister Valerie, I slept in didn't I?" He asked rubbing his head.
"Nope, only an hour before seven. So you're safe." Valerie replied to him.
"Woo thank the gods for that because Bob would have my ass." Nordoc got up to stretch then went for his porridge.
He sat on the stool seeing two other figures asleep inside his own Yurt. One of them was his companion Bradford who knew him from his home world. Beside Bradford was a young female overseer whom he and Bradford shared after Mockshah's Battle Mage girlfriend broke up with him. Both of them were grateful that she did not have a whip on her otherwise she would use it on both of them. In the far corner to his right was another individual named Sandria Psyches a purple skinned dark elf with white hair. She was more of a snuggle butt companion to him. She had powers of a demi-goddess that allowed her to change her appearance, turn people into animals, and shoot fireballs or energy out of her hands. Sandria taught him how to play the conch shell flute. Beside her was his other companion known as Vorkster a Dwarf still young compared to Dwarf years yet still old enough to be a grandfather in human years. His beard was long and thick with Dwarf styles to it. Dwarf Manliness and Dark Brown just the way he wanted it.
"So today is the day right?" he asked Valerie eating more of his porridge. His companions stirred awake to eat breakfast.
"Yes, it is." she said with a smile.
Mockshah was too excited for words and finished up his meal quickly. He was eager for this moment to come. For over six years he proved himself a worthy warrior, good commander, and an obedient squire save for a few muck ups down the road. with help from the female companions and servants he prepared for the day of riding. Without hesitation he got a head start on packing things up inside the Yurt tent. His companions pushed him out of the tent telling him to meet their superiors. Dressed in a fine loose uniform all squires had to wear Mockshah exited his own tent. Outside he was now in their encampment that was about to move out. Troops, warriors, and various types of fighters were rallied and brought over for his command. Across from his own tent was the tent of Lord Tybalt Lancastere the Master and Commander of Knights and Crusaders. It was much bigger than his own since he was the superior commander. The young Mockshah marched in passing a shield and the four guards standing at the entrance. He gave them a salute receiving one in return from each guard. Inside he found Master and Commander Lancastere, Sir Denson, Lady Darkmare the Battle Mage, Captain Lordas, and Crowned Prince Vashnu of Atlantis who acted more of a wandering mercenary.
All five encircled a table with a map on it. Pieces were set on the map representing M.O.R. forces, IGA forces, and Atlantean forces. He came in right as they were just setting up. Five mugs of coffee rested on the table to keep them awake. When he walked in further Tybalt noticed his entry first. His Master, and the others were far too tired this morning.
"Good timing Nordoc! I hope Valerie has given you enough food." The Master and Commander greeted the young Mockshah. "We were just setting up. Help yourself to coffee."
As Mockshah went for coffee his Master, Mentor and Teacher greeted him with a good morning. He smiled greeting all three at once. He took position in between Darkmare and Denson who were like adopted parents to him. Tybalt was brief with his instructions on how many troops were moving towards the front on the Atlantean side of the area.
"The Atlantean troops under their current commander will be here on the mountain pass while the MOR faction of Marauders and Vandol Monsters are pressing to go through the mountains and around them." Tybalt pointed out.
"How many forces do the Atlanteans have over there?" Bob asked him with his eyebrows raised.
"No more than a brigade's worth." Lordas answered for Tybalt.
"Which is why we need to get a move on." Tybalt stated looking at the whole lot of them.
"How many fighters did we bring to be under my command?" Mockshah asked feeling excited and thrilled to have his first command. Tybalt looked at him wondering if he was crazy or just young.
"Let's see 293 hot heated fighters fresh from training, 218 overseers and baron-sons, 310 outlaw warriors as you requested, 175 axe wielders, 291 of your own freebooters, 304 lowlife thralls, 302 nobles with little combat experience, 220 war masters, warlords, 378 tribesmen, 116 Guardians, 76 Atlantean Silver Knights, 756 of their inmates, and 629 of my own knights with squires. Plus 33 elf warriors under Lordas' command." Tybalt said reciting the list of their own combatants.
"That makes 4,101 to command." Mockshah said more to himself than to them.
"It should be enough." Bob said looking up at Tybalt.
"Enough to ambush a larger force in my opinion." Mockshah boasted.
"Always with the ambushes and guerrilla warfare." Darkmare teased him rubbing his head. He grinned a little at this. Then turned his attention back to Bob then to Tybolt who looked at him with a serious face.
"Make that force 5510 or more." Tybolt said as if warning him.
"Wait a full brigade? Who else am I commanding?" Mockshah asked confused.
"Princess Eva has not proven herself to be a formidable commander in the field. So you will be replacing her as commander to a battalion of Atlantean troops." Tybalt said shoving a piece of documents his direction. Mockshah took the papers to examine them. He looked at the orders on them and realized he was to add more troops to his command. Actual soldiers not warriors, the Atlanteans liked to differentiate or separate the label of soldier from warrior as a sign of a civilized modern force.
"I shall take my leave then." He said giving a salute to them.
"Before you go that train is to stop at Barrowstone Tower. Is that understood?" Tybalt caught him before leaving. "That is where Eva's forces are stationed."
"Yes my lord." Mockshah said showing he understood his orders. He exited the tent to find a shield leaning against some spears and a flag with a skull on it flying above the encampment. At age twenty he was about to take command of a brigade, which would be impressive in his home world if did not act like it was the only planet with life on it.
(To be continued in another part)
Thursday, December 27, 2018
Galmand's Duty to Ehkbullar
After gathering 561 conscripted recruits from the gangs, outlaws, and pirates Galmand marched with these recruits in search of bandits who posed a threat to the peace. Through various sources he gathered many of them were veterans out of the job and turned to robbing. Each of those would surely come in handy at the front lines of this new war. With a force of 424 Dwarf Soldiers and Gnome Lawmen Galmand marched out to find these bandits. He discovered he was not the only one rounding them up. In his mind he knew it would not be easy to round them all up. Every bandit group would just disappear into the countryside. His forces or other forces would be unable to find them. Some would be killed, which would give away the bandits' position. Galmand did not know how many more Ehkbullar guards or recruiters were there. Knowing how large their lands were there would most likely be hundreds if not thousands of bandits, brigands, outlaws, highwaymen, and marauders. Gangs, outlaws, bandits, brigands, outlaws, highwaymen, and any marauders rounded up would be sent to the front lines.
Camping in the countryside with a larger force only meant troop movements to these various outcasts. He sent out one hundred men at a time to round up any outcasts in the surrounding area. Galmand kept track of how many of his men returned and how many individuals and groups they rounded up. Acting like an organized mob on a witch hunt his troops scoured the surrounding area over the course of three days. Using whatever information they received or help from the locals his forces were able to round up a number of these outcasts. Each one of them were tied up or shackled. To his greater fortune he only lost a few men each day. Once their sweep was done, which would end when another round up force met another, they moved towards the south. Hauling the outcasts with them his army put them through beatings, and forced them to march in the front. All of them had a black bandanna over their mouths to show what they were to those watching them. A big surprise came to him when some of the outcasts they rounded up earlier in this campaign rated out the outlaws, and marauders in the south. Ten nosy brigands, and outlaws were dragged over to his tent. He immediately made those outcasts and gang members soldiers or retrievers for his army. This added more to his force as he saw it increase in size as they broke their captives.
A full week went by in the south and they hit the jackpot of outlaws, bandits, marauders, brigands, highwaymen, and goons in the southern region. However he was not the only one gathering up these outcasts in this region of Ehkbullar. This other recruiter was like him only his reputation was of infamy and dreadful ruthlessness towards criminals he caught. His name was Agor Dunoid Runemaw, a brutal Sheriff Lawman, and cutthroat Country Watch Trooper in his past life. Country Watch Troopers acted as lawmen, soldiers and rangers protecting the countryside borders. Galmand chuckled when he learned this Half Dwarf half Gnome could no longer kill those he conscripted for service. A rough, brutal, and murderous Dwarf of the Law was pressed into staying his hand for recruiting. To Galmand it was a fitting punishment for the likes of Runemaw due to his past streak of kills that Galmand and others of the law and authorities as pointless. Nothing could be done and progress was put on hold with restoring old structures they intended to use. During peace time any criminal caught or in custody were used as manual labor to maintain old structures while their craftsman and works built new ones.
Forced to cancel the hunt for conscripts here and press towards the east where he stopped at a military base. With all the gathered conscripts and captives Galmand reported to the commander of the base. Aside from the 561 conscripted recruits his forces managed to round up 341 for the conscription army in the countryside of his jurisdiction. At the Base Commander's Office Galmand spoke with the Commander himself who recorded the number of conscripted recruits. He did not get his name however he did look like an associate or an acquaintance of his. Whoever he was this commander had good and bad news concerning their borders. These Nazdar forces were still bogged down in Kashmanol Country, and their neighbors were marshaling more forces to aid the resistance. In the south Veerland troops, and raiders were preparing to raid their borders. It was unknown how many men they would be sending to attack their borders. Galmand listened to the Commander who handed him records of how many conscripts were gathered across the eastern parts of Ehkbullar. Galmand asked about the west only to get cut off with orders from his superiors appearing on the desk. He snatched it up to read it. His eyes grew wide with shock and surprise. Since he gathered a considerable force he was to march towards the Veerland borders. Galmand looked at the Commander who closed his eyes and nodded. All he had was a battalion of 1,326 gathered at this base in the center of eastern Ehkbullar. He stood up to rally them to march onward the next day. The Commander mentioned there were more than 9000 outcast conscripts were already marching on the border with another force of 2000 marching from behind. Galmand took this in wondering what damage 11,000 could do. Ehkbullar's borders were guarded by militias, rangers, and bands of Watch Troopers.
Camping in the countryside with a larger force only meant troop movements to these various outcasts. He sent out one hundred men at a time to round up any outcasts in the surrounding area. Galmand kept track of how many of his men returned and how many individuals and groups they rounded up. Acting like an organized mob on a witch hunt his troops scoured the surrounding area over the course of three days. Using whatever information they received or help from the locals his forces were able to round up a number of these outcasts. Each one of them were tied up or shackled. To his greater fortune he only lost a few men each day. Once their sweep was done, which would end when another round up force met another, they moved towards the south. Hauling the outcasts with them his army put them through beatings, and forced them to march in the front. All of them had a black bandanna over their mouths to show what they were to those watching them. A big surprise came to him when some of the outcasts they rounded up earlier in this campaign rated out the outlaws, and marauders in the south. Ten nosy brigands, and outlaws were dragged over to his tent. He immediately made those outcasts and gang members soldiers or retrievers for his army. This added more to his force as he saw it increase in size as they broke their captives.
A full week went by in the south and they hit the jackpot of outlaws, bandits, marauders, brigands, highwaymen, and goons in the southern region. However he was not the only one gathering up these outcasts in this region of Ehkbullar. This other recruiter was like him only his reputation was of infamy and dreadful ruthlessness towards criminals he caught. His name was Agor Dunoid Runemaw, a brutal Sheriff Lawman, and cutthroat Country Watch Trooper in his past life. Country Watch Troopers acted as lawmen, soldiers and rangers protecting the countryside borders. Galmand chuckled when he learned this Half Dwarf half Gnome could no longer kill those he conscripted for service. A rough, brutal, and murderous Dwarf of the Law was pressed into staying his hand for recruiting. To Galmand it was a fitting punishment for the likes of Runemaw due to his past streak of kills that Galmand and others of the law and authorities as pointless. Nothing could be done and progress was put on hold with restoring old structures they intended to use. During peace time any criminal caught or in custody were used as manual labor to maintain old structures while their craftsman and works built new ones.
Forced to cancel the hunt for conscripts here and press towards the east where he stopped at a military base. With all the gathered conscripts and captives Galmand reported to the commander of the base. Aside from the 561 conscripted recruits his forces managed to round up 341 for the conscription army in the countryside of his jurisdiction. At the Base Commander's Office Galmand spoke with the Commander himself who recorded the number of conscripted recruits. He did not get his name however he did look like an associate or an acquaintance of his. Whoever he was this commander had good and bad news concerning their borders. These Nazdar forces were still bogged down in Kashmanol Country, and their neighbors were marshaling more forces to aid the resistance. In the south Veerland troops, and raiders were preparing to raid their borders. It was unknown how many men they would be sending to attack their borders. Galmand listened to the Commander who handed him records of how many conscripts were gathered across the eastern parts of Ehkbullar. Galmand asked about the west only to get cut off with orders from his superiors appearing on the desk. He snatched it up to read it. His eyes grew wide with shock and surprise. Since he gathered a considerable force he was to march towards the Veerland borders. Galmand looked at the Commander who closed his eyes and nodded. All he had was a battalion of 1,326 gathered at this base in the center of eastern Ehkbullar. He stood up to rally them to march onward the next day. The Commander mentioned there were more than 9000 outcast conscripts were already marching on the border with another force of 2000 marching from behind. Galmand took this in wondering what damage 11,000 could do. Ehkbullar's borders were guarded by militias, rangers, and bands of Watch Troopers.
Sunday, December 23, 2018
Territorial Flag of Rhes Tarim
Wednesday, December 19, 2018
Heading Out
Waking up inside his bunk the first thing he saw was the sun was rising. His bunk was
by the circular window. A perfect place to be woken up by the coming dawn. One of 200 Lybresan troops Sergeant Miles Hex stirred from his bunk. He chose to volunteer as a Lybresan Trooper while his other family members chose to become Marines, and Sailors. At age 19 he joined right after his schooling days to fight the threat of the Evusian Empire only to discover a new enemy. It came as a shock to him since they had heard rumors that Evusia was poised to invade the other islands. However that invasion never came due to the formation of the Vestrisian Union.
It was three years ago and he was a twenty-two year old Sergeant now. He watched the rays come through the glass and cracks of the window. The rest of his unit stirred from their bunks as their commanding officers sounded the wake up alarms. Today was the day they hoped to bring the fight to the enemy. A fleet of Gantronese was spotted not too far from the Ruhonthran Islands, which lay not too far from the mysterious platform seas. Sergeant Hex closed his eyes one more time not wishing to get up. They had all day to fight this fleet did they really need soldiers while they had privateers and a gathered fleet? He kept those thoughts to himself since it would bring down a lot of flak on him. In moments of closing his eyes a bright light was shined right into his eyes. Opening his eyes he saw the light from a flashlight being shined on his face. It turned off the second he woke up again. He saw a badge on a large chest followed by the bird gesture.
Captain Tabitha Black-Tusk hovered over him with the flashlight and giving him the middle finger. She put the flash light away and plopped a pill in her mouth then gave one to him. Without asking questions he took it and put the pill in his mouth. It was the drug that protected the body from the dangerous diseases of the seas and close quarters with certain Gantronese. Captain Black-Tusk took a swing from a flask then offered it to him. He drank from that before getting ready.As he stood up he put on his uniform when a dwarf appeared at the doorway. It was the typical dwarf only no beard in a Vestrisian Uniform. The Dwarf was then confronted by a superior officer who pointed him to the way he came back. Whoever this Dwarf was he scowled then took a peek at Captain Black-Tusk with a perverts smile. Black-Tusk had a large bust with a small body, she was adorable however she bossed them around as any officer would. The Vestrisian Superior smacked him then shaved a bag in his arms. He forced this Dwarf to go back the way he came. Sergeant Hex saw Captain Black-Tusk nearly piss herself watching the Dwarf go by. She was an attractive Lybresan woman, tough soldier, hard to crack smarty pants, and an agile commander. Yet something about this Dwarf's expression go to her. She regained her composer when he tapped her once then found himself on the floor.
She had pulled him down to the floor with his arm in her grip. Black-Tusk did not let go letting the other Lybresan troopers laugh at him. It was her way of humiliating male soldiers who crossed the line. As ordered to do so they filed out to the main deck. He heard heavy footsteps of boots enter the room. Hex looked up to see Major Kwoandan at the door. Hex looked more Uxane, and Nahemine than Lybresan. The Major informed them their unit would be heading for a different target. All the privateers and pirates would deal with the Gantronse Fleet. Because the Vestrisians were interested in saving their allies according to them. Kwoandan scoffed at that hoping to see some action against the invader. Apparently 200 of their troops, 150 Alagen troops, 400 Ivodran volunteers, 310 Ruhonthrans, and of course 500 Vestrisian Marines and Soldiers were to search the debris for signs of enemy prisoners, or survivors. He thought that was a joke. Black-Tusk released him and proceeded to prepare to board the craft waiting for them. Hex did the same racing after her to catch up. Major Kwoandan marched behind with his own gear ready.
On the main deck all 200 Lybresans stood in formation waiting orders to come through the radio. It was something they had been using ever since the invaders arrived. To the invader it was an older model. Major Kwoandan took the phone piece from the private and spoke with their superiors who were hundreds of miles from here. Just from looking at the Major's expression Hex knew the leaders were not pleased. When he hung up the phone piece the Major looked at them saying there was no coming home for them. They would have to die fighting the invaders. Each Lybresan took it in and prepared to load up the boats. No one hesitated or waited for other crafts to be filled. One by one the boats motored over to the aftermath with 1560 soldiers, marines, volunteers, and troops.
It seemed to be a large force to search debris. To many of them it was ridiculous for them to be searching the debris for anything. More than a thousand entered the mass of debris that still floated around. Hex looked around noticing something strange. The debris moved as one mass in a tortoise slow or slow as mud pace. He nudged Black-Tusk who barked at him to back off. Feeling forced down Hex decided to give up knowing his rank would not get the Captain to even observe the problem. His head turned to see some were noticing but had no clue what to expect. As they went deeper into the debris mass strange humanoids appeared in the water. Some of the soldiers opened fire showing they were a little jumpy. Any officers in the same boat yelled at them. Silence returned as the large force pressed further into the mass of debris from the battle. Hex looked at the bodies closer discovering they were corpses of Gantronese crew, and soldiers. Black-Tusk punched him to keep his eyes front. His eyes scanned the wreckage and floating debris wondering why did they bothering searching this mass of junk.
As he watched it became clear their superiors wanted weapons from the invaders. The only ways they could get these weapons were through piracy, and capturing weapons on the battlefield. To him it seemed pointless, because the V.U.V.R. was not too far away. Why would they come all this way for weapons? He looked at the fellow Lybresan in front of him who was such as a lug at times. A spear jumped out of the water wielded by a strange humanoid pierced the lug of a Lybresan through the side. The spear went through his body from an upward angle. He heard himself yell the lug's name out with shock and fear. Hex turned on the humanoid and fired three rounds. It was not long before more humanoids launched an attack on the unsuspecting mass of troops in the debris. All over the debris hundreds of aquatic enemies speared soldiers, dragged soldiers into the water, shot projectiles into the ranks. Everyone who was not attacked immediately fired into the water and the debris. Hex and Black-Tusk's boat full of troops fired into the ocean screaming as they tried to prevent more attacks. Some boats close by had holes pierced into the hulls from beneath. Hex and his fellow soldiers never experienced this sort of warfare or encountered this enemy before. This scared many of the soldiers and volunteers. Some tossed grenades in to act as depth charges to force the enemy back. There was so much shooting, screaming, bodies coming up, attacks, and limbs dropping in the water that no one knew what was going on. Hex's boat came under attack as arms and weapons came after them. In fear they fired into the water hoping to keep this enemy at by. Like some nightmare this new enemy pulled entire boats under the maw of the ocean. Whoever was a float in the water were immediately drowned, or stabbed. The water changed blood red as more corpses fell in and emerged from the shooting.
Most of their forces were wiped out by an unseen force that also suffered casualties. Black-Tusk was stabbed in the leg forcing her to let out an ear splitting scream. Hex shot the humanoid in the head. That is when another jumped out to attack him. A fellow Lybresan lunged at the humanoid only to be dragged down with it. Black-Tusk grabbed a hold of the motor and turned their craft around to escape. Hex leaned against some bodies of their fellow countrymen to watch her back. Another survivor kept their eyes out for any more hostiles. She turned the boat as fast as she could to get out of what they realized was a trap. Looking around Hex could see thousands of bodies and boats floating in the water. They were not the only ones getting out of there. A few scores of boats moved towards what they deemed safe the open ocean.
Monday, December 17, 2018
Conscription in Ehkbullar
In just a span of ten years the Nazdar were able to conquer parts of the world that is known as Calorn. Nazdar invaders were very close to seizing another territory. Koshmanol was the name of the territory these invaders were taking over. According to the facts of nations around them this invader should have been able to conquer their world by now. What was stopping them were other factions from the stars, another competing empire, and that many of the states had the capacity to resist them. Every year there was always a rebellion or uprising. More than half the nations, and kingdoms south of Ehkbullar and west of Koshmanol prepared to fight this enemy. However Verland or Veerland, and the Orc region of Kharmala joined these invaders. Orian was divided into several kingdoms whereas the half Orc nation of Kyria was forced to declare neutrality. All the states remaining formed an alliance with outsiders and each other.
Within the Dwarf city of Bhog Burim lived a population of 41, 515 Dwarves and Gnomes. Due to inbreeding the races came more related. There were enough males and females to recruit when the time came. Every time Ehkbullar went to war they conscripted all the unwanted first, and cleared the dungeons and jail cells before recruitment happened. For the past few decades the city witnessed the rise of gangs in the area and in surrounding towns. As a Dwarf Conscription Officer it was Galmand Obalson's job to find the gangs of the area and conscript them. Most gangs were smart not to tangle with the military who would send a company after them. As for the guards, and police they did come under attack every few weeks. Within the vicinity of the city and towns were twenty or more known gangs, and a handful of rogues and loners who were vicious fighters. These gangs included Samaddams, Smithwitches, Heineks, Old Brews, The Harps, Michalebs, Two X's, Angry Orchard Gang, Coras, New Helges, Blue Moons, Dock Rabbits, New Hollands, Jacob Haine's, Brown Castles, Buffs, Headstars, a Miller fellow, one handsome Leo Rogue, and a trio who call themselves the Nothing Gang.
Going through the names of the gangs he also checked the number of members and their locations. A total of twenty five Samaddams gang members roamed the market square and the abandoned temple. Four members of the Smithwitches lurk in an alley close to the old way-point. Somewhere near one of the loners live two members of the Heineks Gang who managed to avoid the larger gangs. The Old Brews had an infamous legacy to the city that made them the oldest gang within the old parts of the brewery sector. Often called the Guiness Harps the Harps have 15 members along the edge of the Boarding House District. Just Six Michelibs had a small turf in the apartment district along the edge of the city. Nine members of the Two X gang acted more like nomad's from the city to other areas. All the loners included figures such as an Angry Orchard dude near Garden Street, a Coras associate, New Helge Associate, a single Blue Moon who left the gang, and a Buffs associate member by the Violin Inn. There were other loners and lone rangers like the one Dock Rabbit who dwells in the edge of the city, a New Holland who hangs with the Trio, and a Brown Castle member who hides near the main castle. Those were not too hard to round up for the military conscription.
When that was done he took his team to the nearest settlement. A small city known as Bhalyar along the river of Gonze. Here they rounded up a single Coras member, 4 Helge members, 5 Buffs, 5 Harps, a trio of those Brown Castles, and 22 Samaddams members. Their job got easier thanks to the ones in the main city who ratted them out. In his mind Galmand knew there had to be more gang members than this. All his superiors wanted were raw recruits who apparently had fighting skills already. If someone knew how to fight and did not have military training that was a good sign. After gathering up the goons in the area Galmand took what information he could get and raced for the city of Edgad where more gangs dwell. This time they had help from the the locals and the militia who rounded them up before he arrived. Approximately 46 Samaddams, 38 Buffs, 5 Coras, 10 Harps, 27 Headstars, 31 Old Brews, 11 Angry Archards, a single Miller that had to be restrained, one lone heineks, a Leo Rogue, and a Michelib Ultra goon. That totaled up to 293 gang members rounded up in the three settlements.
Galmand was surprised to see only 293 gang members were rounded up. He quickly recorded them and whoever else they had rounded up. This was to clear as much of the streets as possible before the mass conscription of prisoners. Ehkbullar's ruling families and government made a decree to conscript all jailed criminals and gangs along side any outlaws that can be found. Among the 293 goons they rounded up in the region they found 160 pirates hiding from authorities, and 108 outlaws in the cities. That only made the total number of conscripts in this region 561 able bodies for canon fodder. Galmand wanted to continue the search before they dragged all the inmates and prisoners out of jail for military service in the name of Ehkbullar. If there were no doubt thousands of inmates and prisoners across Ehkbullar then there were most likely thousands of more goons and outlaws to round up.
Within the Dwarf city of Bhog Burim lived a population of 41, 515 Dwarves and Gnomes. Due to inbreeding the races came more related. There were enough males and females to recruit when the time came. Every time Ehkbullar went to war they conscripted all the unwanted first, and cleared the dungeons and jail cells before recruitment happened. For the past few decades the city witnessed the rise of gangs in the area and in surrounding towns. As a Dwarf Conscription Officer it was Galmand Obalson's job to find the gangs of the area and conscript them. Most gangs were smart not to tangle with the military who would send a company after them. As for the guards, and police they did come under attack every few weeks. Within the vicinity of the city and towns were twenty or more known gangs, and a handful of rogues and loners who were vicious fighters. These gangs included Samaddams, Smithwitches, Heineks, Old Brews, The Harps, Michalebs, Two X's, Angry Orchard Gang, Coras, New Helges, Blue Moons, Dock Rabbits, New Hollands, Jacob Haine's, Brown Castles, Buffs, Headstars, a Miller fellow, one handsome Leo Rogue, and a trio who call themselves the Nothing Gang.
Going through the names of the gangs he also checked the number of members and their locations. A total of twenty five Samaddams gang members roamed the market square and the abandoned temple. Four members of the Smithwitches lurk in an alley close to the old way-point. Somewhere near one of the loners live two members of the Heineks Gang who managed to avoid the larger gangs. The Old Brews had an infamous legacy to the city that made them the oldest gang within the old parts of the brewery sector. Often called the Guiness Harps the Harps have 15 members along the edge of the Boarding House District. Just Six Michelibs had a small turf in the apartment district along the edge of the city. Nine members of the Two X gang acted more like nomad's from the city to other areas. All the loners included figures such as an Angry Orchard dude near Garden Street, a Coras associate, New Helge Associate, a single Blue Moon who left the gang, and a Buffs associate member by the Violin Inn. There were other loners and lone rangers like the one Dock Rabbit who dwells in the edge of the city, a New Holland who hangs with the Trio, and a Brown Castle member who hides near the main castle. Those were not too hard to round up for the military conscription.
When that was done he took his team to the nearest settlement. A small city known as Bhalyar along the river of Gonze. Here they rounded up a single Coras member, 4 Helge members, 5 Buffs, 5 Harps, a trio of those Brown Castles, and 22 Samaddams members. Their job got easier thanks to the ones in the main city who ratted them out. In his mind Galmand knew there had to be more gang members than this. All his superiors wanted were raw recruits who apparently had fighting skills already. If someone knew how to fight and did not have military training that was a good sign. After gathering up the goons in the area Galmand took what information he could get and raced for the city of Edgad where more gangs dwell. This time they had help from the the locals and the militia who rounded them up before he arrived. Approximately 46 Samaddams, 38 Buffs, 5 Coras, 10 Harps, 27 Headstars, 31 Old Brews, 11 Angry Archards, a single Miller that had to be restrained, one lone heineks, a Leo Rogue, and a Michelib Ultra goon. That totaled up to 293 gang members rounded up in the three settlements.
Galmand was surprised to see only 293 gang members were rounded up. He quickly recorded them and whoever else they had rounded up. This was to clear as much of the streets as possible before the mass conscription of prisoners. Ehkbullar's ruling families and government made a decree to conscript all jailed criminals and gangs along side any outlaws that can be found. Among the 293 goons they rounded up in the region they found 160 pirates hiding from authorities, and 108 outlaws in the cities. That only made the total number of conscripts in this region 561 able bodies for canon fodder. Galmand wanted to continue the search before they dragged all the inmates and prisoners out of jail for military service in the name of Ehkbullar. If there were no doubt thousands of inmates and prisoners across Ehkbullar then there were most likely thousands of more goons and outlaws to round up.
Friday, December 14, 2018
He Has To Admit It
At the table he sat at his so called family cornered him. For years they traveled together each one a black sheep or the golden apple of their families. A group of nine friends became more of a family than just a circle of friends. Coming from a wealthy family had its benefits for travelling abroad. It was the year 1511 in what is now the capitol of the Ottoman Empire. Just over a half century ago it was once Constantinople, the capitol of the Byzantine Empire. In their heads they knew it was really the Roman Empire under a new name. However that was not the case or the issue here. Around this time the current ruling Sultan of the Ottoman Empire Bayezid II was locked in a civil war for his thrown. None of them really cared about the events going on here. For they were not from this world. All nine of them wore clothing that fit the cultures of Europe and that of the Ottoman Empire. To the locals it seemed strange for them to be together. Some of them tried to pass of as Christian while others tried to pass off as Turks.
To their luck the authorities did not seem to care. However they glared at the culprit behind their demise and life style choices. As a whole they came from another world that was far more advanced than this one who was just now exiting the Medieval Era. What they wanted from their so called Imam friend was why they are here in the first place when they could be on another world. Five years ago he received the message to head over to a particular planet that was some what medieval in culture. Out of fury the women of their group stood up to beat him into the ground. None of them did since it would only draw attention to them. A few of them had already been questioned at lest once over their origins. Using their charm and bribery they convinced the guards they were Greeks travelling the islands.
A lone guardian angel wearing combat armor rolled his eyes as he watched the women shriek at him in another tongue that sounded Turkish and Greek meshed together. In his mind he believed the guards would literally catch on. Standing on the rooftop invisible watching these nine aliens dressed in medieval clothing argue while a civil war over the throne of an empire was going on. Yet he decided to partake in that civil war choosing both sides as a mercenary. It was for money, adventure, the thirst for battle and just a chance to ride an actual camel to battle. At the battle over Asia Minor in 1509 he literally did not care about which side he was on. He slew dozens of Turks and Safavids and marched on Constantinople with the claimant Ahmed. In this current year he decided to put down a revolt in Thrace disguised as a Turk. That is when he discovered she was here on this world. For years he kept thinking of her hoping to run into her. Every day he saw nothing happen and believed it would never happen. There was nothing more than he could ask for was an exodus from this suffering. However on this rooftop he watched her grab the guilty one by the collar and shake him. At the top of her lungs she screamed at this tall man who looked like he had aged and hardly exercised. He was not fat just disgustingly average. All he has to admit was that he lied and that he lost all their stuff somewhere. For the guardian all he had to admit was that he still wanted her after all these years. He just needed to be more patient.
To their luck the authorities did not seem to care. However they glared at the culprit behind their demise and life style choices. As a whole they came from another world that was far more advanced than this one who was just now exiting the Medieval Era. What they wanted from their so called Imam friend was why they are here in the first place when they could be on another world. Five years ago he received the message to head over to a particular planet that was some what medieval in culture. Out of fury the women of their group stood up to beat him into the ground. None of them did since it would only draw attention to them. A few of them had already been questioned at lest once over their origins. Using their charm and bribery they convinced the guards they were Greeks travelling the islands.
A lone guardian angel wearing combat armor rolled his eyes as he watched the women shriek at him in another tongue that sounded Turkish and Greek meshed together. In his mind he believed the guards would literally catch on. Standing on the rooftop invisible watching these nine aliens dressed in medieval clothing argue while a civil war over the throne of an empire was going on. Yet he decided to partake in that civil war choosing both sides as a mercenary. It was for money, adventure, the thirst for battle and just a chance to ride an actual camel to battle. At the battle over Asia Minor in 1509 he literally did not care about which side he was on. He slew dozens of Turks and Safavids and marched on Constantinople with the claimant Ahmed. In this current year he decided to put down a revolt in Thrace disguised as a Turk. That is when he discovered she was here on this world. For years he kept thinking of her hoping to run into her. Every day he saw nothing happen and believed it would never happen. There was nothing more than he could ask for was an exodus from this suffering. However on this rooftop he watched her grab the guilty one by the collar and shake him. At the top of her lungs she screamed at this tall man who looked like he had aged and hardly exercised. He was not fat just disgustingly average. All he has to admit was that he lied and that he lost all their stuff somewhere. For the guardian all he had to admit was that he still wanted her after all these years. He just needed to be more patient.
Wednesday, December 12, 2018
A Defensive Position
Surrounded by two walls of barbed wired fences the lone tank kept watch over the studio. It seemed strange to be defending this studio since it only served the purpose of entertainment. Everyone should be able to come up with their own D##n entertainment. It should be easy to entertain yourself. Not rely on others to entertain them. Boredom does cause ideas to enter the brain that is where the entertainment should come from. Apparently the studio had a nice bar next door to it that allowed singing and dancing some nights. That brought some relief from the stress of defending this one person who could be taken out of the area. She was a target according to reports and a witness to some horrible crimes. Desperate to bring in protection they had to hire a mercenary tank. Well this tank had to be fenced off and camouflaged from the rest of the area. Whatever this tank was doing it had to keep an eye out for enemies.
On the rooftop in combat armor the tank watched as his target got on the stage in her flower dress. His own life would be in her hands come Christmas in a few years. For now he had to be on the rooftop watching over her princess self along with two other Guardians. To them he was a fenced off tank that could blend in easily. Only some people assumed he was a spy, and others believed he was a terrorist.
On the rooftop in combat armor the tank watched as his target got on the stage in her flower dress. His own life would be in her hands come Christmas in a few years. For now he had to be on the rooftop watching over her princess self along with two other Guardians. To them he was a fenced off tank that could blend in easily. Only some people assumed he was a spy, and others believed he was a terrorist.
Monday, December 10, 2018
A New Faction Joins the Fold
No more than nine other races, factions, organizations and mercenary groups have been fighting for these empires. Some of them were aquatic species, others were mammal like races, reptilian like, just one of these races appeared similar to the ones on this world. The only reason his people joined the fray was because they were also at war with the Lamia Species of Myapos and Zescephus. Many of his own race fought and died in their wars with the Lamia whose species were viewed as monsters. Although they were beautiful in the upper body, their snake like tails for legs made a frightful impression. He came from a purple skinned race known as the Leki who are known for their various cultures depending on hairstyles. Those with appendage like hair are the warriors, those born with bald heads become soldiers, and the rest serve other functions of their societies.
As a Leki warrior and hunter Hadrius was tasked with combating the enemies of the Leki cultures who included a variety of different species. Some involved hunting the enemy down, and others required him to watch over someone at night. Those days were long gone and there was nothing but going forth into the front lines. Now he stood aboard a drop ship that his people were equipped by the Gantronese to drop troops off. Standing at the exit wielding his spear in one hand and a shield in the other Hadrius observed the battlefield over what was once called Miccado. Their drop ship took them over the battlefield where thousands of combatants engaged each other over a ruined landscape. Entire settlements lay in ruin, structures could only be identified by their bases, and foundations. Hills were made up of skeletons and heaps of bones. More corpses added dread to the gruesome scene. Hadrius' drop ship landed in a clear area that was once a graveyard behind a hill.
Saturday, December 8, 2018
Soccer meets Head Life story
Back when I was in Elementary School we would always play soccer on the playground. That was always during recess. At the time I was not the best at soccer nor was I the worst. Teams were chose depending on classroom or grades. Some days it was one classroom against the other. Other days we divided the classroom into separate teams. Everyone had their part in the game or were given their part each game. There were days we had to pick up where we left off in the game. However we never played when it was muddy or raining. Like any kid we would argue over scores. Now I was not always the smartest when it came to grades except for some subjects. Fourth Graders vs Fifth Graders you might as well call it Hey Arnold or Recess. There was always the same people playing soccer. I have had my victories along with everyone else who played.
During one game I stood there waiting for this other kid to kick the ball and either kick it someone else or kick it back. When he kicked I watched it come towards me expecting it to come down before coming to me. That is when it hit me in the head. I did not know how hard he kicked, but it was hard enough to knock me unconscious. My body landed flat on the ground. I would never blame you if you laughed out loud. Why should I be mad. When I look back I think I should have moved or that was too funny. Everything went black for how long I do not know. All I can tell you is that I saw nothing but pitch blackness until I opened my eyes. A circle of other kids surrounded me. What did you expect and ambulance or for them to carry to the nurse? Nope, all they did was gawp at me. Should I blame them, not necessarily. My eyes blinked a few times before I got up. Everything felt dizzy, but my memories were still intact. Having memories intact spelled good will for anyone after something like that.
During one game I stood there waiting for this other kid to kick the ball and either kick it someone else or kick it back. When he kicked I watched it come towards me expecting it to come down before coming to me. That is when it hit me in the head. I did not know how hard he kicked, but it was hard enough to knock me unconscious. My body landed flat on the ground. I would never blame you if you laughed out loud. Why should I be mad. When I look back I think I should have moved or that was too funny. Everything went black for how long I do not know. All I can tell you is that I saw nothing but pitch blackness until I opened my eyes. A circle of other kids surrounded me. What did you expect and ambulance or for them to carry to the nurse? Nope, all they did was gawp at me. Should I blame them, not necessarily. My eyes blinked a few times before I got up. Everything felt dizzy, but my memories were still intact. Having memories intact spelled good will for anyone after something like that.
Friday, December 7, 2018
Host to the Invader
Two months after the Battle of Agincourt the English have pushed further into France. Under the banners of the English some Normans joined King Henry V of England. It was known as the Lancastrian War, the third or fourth conflict between the Kings of France and England according to him. Now it is the year 1415 of their Lord Jesus Christ and the Crusades have long been over. He looked at his goblet of wine pondering over other events going on in Europe. News of events often took weeks or days depending on its pace. To the north east where the Crusades against the Pagans had been over for the past five years. For the victory of all Christendom the Pagans of the Baltic region converted to the faith. In his mind he believed all those forces should be moved to drive out these Englishmen sitting in his hall feasting on his food. As he watched these Englishmen who called themselves descendants of Saxons and Normans he wondered what was next once France was taken.
His beloved France was the prize for the Crown of England in this prolonged war. All his forefathers resisted only to see more land fall to the English. Even though they retained their lands it was likely going to be part of England's Domain. His Lordship and Lands would likely be handed over to the son of some English Earl or a Prince. Swirling the goblet of wine the Lord thought about the Spanish Peninsula and wondered how long the Reconquista would take. More kingdoms rose up in defiance of the Moorish and Muslim infidels. At the same time those kingdoms either fell or joined the stronger ones.
Winter was setting in as it was December. Neither the armies of France or that of England would think of marching at this time of year. Unless it was a clear day and the storms had subsided. In the spring any knight or footman of France would certainly dread facing the English in open combat. Many of France's Nobles had to ensure King Charles VI not to worry about how close Henry's armies were to Orleans. He received those scrolls with orders to halt the English advance. Halt the English advance they were already here in his halls. Anglican, Saxon, Briton, Welshman, and Lancastrian men drank, ate his food, and caused a bit of rabble rousing in his hall. It was not to the point of destroying things but rather playful according to the English. According to rumors the English would remove Nobles and replace them with their own.
All he saw was an invader who decided to keep him as a lapdog until a Lordling or young noble came of age was granted rights to his lands. It would come to no surprise if the English King or circle of nobles granted a Knight, lands and a title. His loyalties were not questioned since he was given no choice than to bend the knee to the invader. Becoming a host to his invader made him a viable target outside the English territory. It did provide some protection from his rivals. An English noble shouted at the top of his lungs in broken and bad French. He raised his drink up to the french lord who raised his goblet in return. The only words he deciphered among the gibberish were "love" and "gratitude". Whoever this Englishman was he was certainly ugly as a hell spawn and fatter than a pig. Was this man a noble, or some failed knight he could not tell. A court jester or the courtly drunkard would be suitable for him not this grand hall of his lordship.
The lord eyed the fat Englishman with disgust, and the urge to bash his skull open with his goblet. Just something about him made him want to hit this fat ugly man wearing English colors. Just the urge to get up from his seat to beat this man senseless filled him. His eyes were on the fat man as he kept speaking in bad French and the other Englishmen egged him on or mocked him. Some threw bones at him while others threw food at him. One even told him to shut up. He finally did and drank the rest of his drink which spilled all over him. This pig let out a belch and grabbed one of the servants passing by. She tried to resist him but he tried kiss and lick her. His face was in her breasts forcing her to beat him off her. Out of disgrace and anger the Lord stood up demanding he be removed.
His own hall fell silent and all eyes were on him. They may be the invader, but he was the host. His face was red with anger until two men grabbed the fat man and dragged him out. When the fat man was gone he immediately ordered for the feast to presume. Mumbling and stares were the only actions made by the Englishmen as they sat back down. Music filled the hall once again and the servants brought more mead and wine. An English Baron approached him holding two cups of wine. He handed one to the Lord only to take it back before saying something. This Baron reminded him of his fealty to the King of England. All he could do was nod in agreement and take a second cup of wine from the invader.
His beloved France was the prize for the Crown of England in this prolonged war. All his forefathers resisted only to see more land fall to the English. Even though they retained their lands it was likely going to be part of England's Domain. His Lordship and Lands would likely be handed over to the son of some English Earl or a Prince. Swirling the goblet of wine the Lord thought about the Spanish Peninsula and wondered how long the Reconquista would take. More kingdoms rose up in defiance of the Moorish and Muslim infidels. At the same time those kingdoms either fell or joined the stronger ones.
Winter was setting in as it was December. Neither the armies of France or that of England would think of marching at this time of year. Unless it was a clear day and the storms had subsided. In the spring any knight or footman of France would certainly dread facing the English in open combat. Many of France's Nobles had to ensure King Charles VI not to worry about how close Henry's armies were to Orleans. He received those scrolls with orders to halt the English advance. Halt the English advance they were already here in his halls. Anglican, Saxon, Briton, Welshman, and Lancastrian men drank, ate his food, and caused a bit of rabble rousing in his hall. It was not to the point of destroying things but rather playful according to the English. According to rumors the English would remove Nobles and replace them with their own.
All he saw was an invader who decided to keep him as a lapdog until a Lordling or young noble came of age was granted rights to his lands. It would come to no surprise if the English King or circle of nobles granted a Knight, lands and a title. His loyalties were not questioned since he was given no choice than to bend the knee to the invader. Becoming a host to his invader made him a viable target outside the English territory. It did provide some protection from his rivals. An English noble shouted at the top of his lungs in broken and bad French. He raised his drink up to the french lord who raised his goblet in return. The only words he deciphered among the gibberish were "love" and "gratitude". Whoever this Englishman was he was certainly ugly as a hell spawn and fatter than a pig. Was this man a noble, or some failed knight he could not tell. A court jester or the courtly drunkard would be suitable for him not this grand hall of his lordship.
The lord eyed the fat Englishman with disgust, and the urge to bash his skull open with his goblet. Just something about him made him want to hit this fat ugly man wearing English colors. Just the urge to get up from his seat to beat this man senseless filled him. His eyes were on the fat man as he kept speaking in bad French and the other Englishmen egged him on or mocked him. Some threw bones at him while others threw food at him. One even told him to shut up. He finally did and drank the rest of his drink which spilled all over him. This pig let out a belch and grabbed one of the servants passing by. She tried to resist him but he tried kiss and lick her. His face was in her breasts forcing her to beat him off her. Out of disgrace and anger the Lord stood up demanding he be removed.
His own hall fell silent and all eyes were on him. They may be the invader, but he was the host. His face was red with anger until two men grabbed the fat man and dragged him out. When the fat man was gone he immediately ordered for the feast to presume. Mumbling and stares were the only actions made by the Englishmen as they sat back down. Music filled the hall once again and the servants brought more mead and wine. An English Baron approached him holding two cups of wine. He handed one to the Lord only to take it back before saying something. This Baron reminded him of his fealty to the King of England. All he could do was nod in agreement and take a second cup of wine from the invader.
Monday, December 3, 2018
Mockshah Meets the Princess
At the age of sixteen Mockshah joined a band of pirates against the wishes of the IGA's highest authority who wanted him to act as a prince. He had shown skills, prowess, and wisdom that he could not show on his home planet. Yet the sense and urge for adventure flowed in his veins when he was off world or allowed to anyways. Thus pushing him towards piracy, crusading, and going on wild adventures the IGA labeled as useful. Seldom did he enter the battlefield against the mutants of the MOR. As one of Bob's squires he was supposed to be at his side. For weapon of choice he chose the bow and arrow and for melee, a variety of weapons. It was close to winter when he met Black Kat a legendary Pirate Lord who commanded an army and fleet of pirates. She saw him as a potential successor or future Pirate Lord to add to their diminished court of four.
Aboard her famous ship were one hundred and sixty-nine pirates ready to launch a raid on a cruise liner. Black Kat brought Mockshah along for the fun of raiding and plundering. This cruise liner was said to be filled with no more than nine hundred passengers and little units of guards. Half the passengers were nobles. It was the best kind of target to plunder. Young Mockshah was ready to board the ship as the Captain flew them towards the starboard side. In moments their attack commenced and more than a hundred pirates boarded the cruise ship from above. Such an attack took the crew and passengers by surprise. Almost no shots had to be fired as the people ran amuck screaming with fear.
Mockshah took down a few guards without killing them. He was against doing that since it was raid not a slaughter. Passengers and crew were rounded up and tied up. All their gold, money, currency, valuables, and treasures were handed over. No more than thirty were sent to hunt down the rest of the passengers. He joined this group so he could sneak up on unsuspecting passengers who hid in their cabins. He turned it into a game to pass the time easier. Capturing people like this became enjoyable to him and his crew mates who wanted no one underneath the first deck. All the passengers and crew members were required to be above the other decks. So about thirty at a time they dragged people who soiled themselves all the way up to the rest of the people. Mockshah was then sent to find the princess whom was assumed to only trust a human's face and not some scary humanoid monster like the crew.
He only shrugged his shoulders and went hunting for her. There was not a single bad intention in Mockshah's heart as he searched for this princess in her cabin. This cabin was the size of a chamber in a castle and built like a labyrinth. He searched for ten minutes before someone hit him in the back of the head with what looked like thick book with a cartoon woman on it. Getting up he saw a very cute princess who was developing early. She wore a costume of some sorts that appeared oriental in fashion.
"That hurt." he said rubbing his head.
"You are a pirate!" she snapped at him. She raised the book up again to hit when someone else snatched it from behind. Both teens looked up to see a very tired and grouchy Sir Bob Denson. The boy froze with fear at the sight of his mentor, teacher, and master knight. All Bob did was grab Mockshah by the shirt, lifted him up so their nose could touch. Bob was in no mood for excuses.
"WHAT are you doing with PIRATES??" Bob barked at the young Mockshah. The young pirate and squire at the time soiled his pants. Words escaped him as his eyes grew wide with fear. He knew just how screwed he was at this very moment.
"Every night you are scheduled to be with me or a member of the IGA! Where did you go?" Bob pointed out furious with him. The princess stuck her tongue out and mocked him for being in trouble. He had to explain himself fast otherwise Bob would throw him in with the Black Coats and those were the last people he should march with.
"It was all Black Kat's fault! She snagged me up and had me join her crew for a raid!" he blurted out with his heart pumping. All he heard was the laughter of the princess making fun of him soiling his pants. Not even bothering to check the Princess or other nobles Bob carried a soiled Mockshah over to the first deck.
When the pirates saw Bob they froze, shot themselves, or ran for their lives. No one messed with Bob Denson. It was a death wish if you even messed with him or insulted him behind his back. A reputation like that reminded Mockshah of how warriors were in the Dark Ages and Medieval Times. Even before Biblical times on his world there were people such a reputation. As the huge Knight and Champion carried his squire up to the first deck not a single pirate blocked his path. They scattered like rats getting cornered. No one wanted to fight Bob Denson who was enjoying a nap when all this occurred. Behind them the Princess marched up with him holding her head high with pride and power.
"Black Kat you are under arrest! As Princess Eva of the Atlantean Court I sentence you to three years of imprisonment!" the princess said with gusto.
"Wait you are Princess Eva?" Mockshah asked then started to smirk and laugh at her.
"Who are you supposed to be?" he asked her as a hint of laughter escaped his lips.
"Boy I will throw you!"
"Yes sir! I will shut up!" Mockshah said feeling the words grapple him.
Bob cornered Black Kat who held up her cutlass against his chest ready to fight to the end. She looked at him then at Mockshah before deciding what to do. Thinking fast she jumped up did a back flip and hand somersaulted off the ship. She left her crew, loot, and possible successor at the hands of former buccaneer Bob Denson. Denson dropped Mockshah and released two servants.
"Clean him up and dress him in something suitable. He is going to be punished for this!" Denson ordered.
"Like what-" Bob cut him off with a finger pointed at him and a very angry glare. Mockshah was cleaned up and dressed in what appeared to be a prison jumpsuit. His ankles were shackled and he was forced to calculate every sent and money that went to the Princess's university tuition. Because he would not be rewarded all the money he would earn until age 30 he had to roll up and calculate a portion of that income to pay for Eva's college tuition.
Aboard her famous ship were one hundred and sixty-nine pirates ready to launch a raid on a cruise liner. Black Kat brought Mockshah along for the fun of raiding and plundering. This cruise liner was said to be filled with no more than nine hundred passengers and little units of guards. Half the passengers were nobles. It was the best kind of target to plunder. Young Mockshah was ready to board the ship as the Captain flew them towards the starboard side. In moments their attack commenced and more than a hundred pirates boarded the cruise ship from above. Such an attack took the crew and passengers by surprise. Almost no shots had to be fired as the people ran amuck screaming with fear.
Mockshah took down a few guards without killing them. He was against doing that since it was raid not a slaughter. Passengers and crew were rounded up and tied up. All their gold, money, currency, valuables, and treasures were handed over. No more than thirty were sent to hunt down the rest of the passengers. He joined this group so he could sneak up on unsuspecting passengers who hid in their cabins. He turned it into a game to pass the time easier. Capturing people like this became enjoyable to him and his crew mates who wanted no one underneath the first deck. All the passengers and crew members were required to be above the other decks. So about thirty at a time they dragged people who soiled themselves all the way up to the rest of the people. Mockshah was then sent to find the princess whom was assumed to only trust a human's face and not some scary humanoid monster like the crew.
He only shrugged his shoulders and went hunting for her. There was not a single bad intention in Mockshah's heart as he searched for this princess in her cabin. This cabin was the size of a chamber in a castle and built like a labyrinth. He searched for ten minutes before someone hit him in the back of the head with what looked like thick book with a cartoon woman on it. Getting up he saw a very cute princess who was developing early. She wore a costume of some sorts that appeared oriental in fashion.
"That hurt." he said rubbing his head.
"You are a pirate!" she snapped at him. She raised the book up again to hit when someone else snatched it from behind. Both teens looked up to see a very tired and grouchy Sir Bob Denson. The boy froze with fear at the sight of his mentor, teacher, and master knight. All Bob did was grab Mockshah by the shirt, lifted him up so their nose could touch. Bob was in no mood for excuses.
"WHAT are you doing with PIRATES??" Bob barked at the young Mockshah. The young pirate and squire at the time soiled his pants. Words escaped him as his eyes grew wide with fear. He knew just how screwed he was at this very moment.
"Every night you are scheduled to be with me or a member of the IGA! Where did you go?" Bob pointed out furious with him. The princess stuck her tongue out and mocked him for being in trouble. He had to explain himself fast otherwise Bob would throw him in with the Black Coats and those were the last people he should march with.
"It was all Black Kat's fault! She snagged me up and had me join her crew for a raid!" he blurted out with his heart pumping. All he heard was the laughter of the princess making fun of him soiling his pants. Not even bothering to check the Princess or other nobles Bob carried a soiled Mockshah over to the first deck.
When the pirates saw Bob they froze, shot themselves, or ran for their lives. No one messed with Bob Denson. It was a death wish if you even messed with him or insulted him behind his back. A reputation like that reminded Mockshah of how warriors were in the Dark Ages and Medieval Times. Even before Biblical times on his world there were people such a reputation. As the huge Knight and Champion carried his squire up to the first deck not a single pirate blocked his path. They scattered like rats getting cornered. No one wanted to fight Bob Denson who was enjoying a nap when all this occurred. Behind them the Princess marched up with him holding her head high with pride and power.
"Black Kat you are under arrest! As Princess Eva of the Atlantean Court I sentence you to three years of imprisonment!" the princess said with gusto.
"Wait you are Princess Eva?" Mockshah asked then started to smirk and laugh at her.
"Who are you supposed to be?" he asked her as a hint of laughter escaped his lips.
"Boy I will throw you!"
"Yes sir! I will shut up!" Mockshah said feeling the words grapple him.
Bob cornered Black Kat who held up her cutlass against his chest ready to fight to the end. She looked at him then at Mockshah before deciding what to do. Thinking fast she jumped up did a back flip and hand somersaulted off the ship. She left her crew, loot, and possible successor at the hands of former buccaneer Bob Denson. Denson dropped Mockshah and released two servants.
"Clean him up and dress him in something suitable. He is going to be punished for this!" Denson ordered.
"Like what-" Bob cut him off with a finger pointed at him and a very angry glare. Mockshah was cleaned up and dressed in what appeared to be a prison jumpsuit. His ankles were shackled and he was forced to calculate every sent and money that went to the Princess's university tuition. Because he would not be rewarded all the money he would earn until age 30 he had to roll up and calculate a portion of that income to pay for Eva's college tuition.
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Something lost and found
It was the first thing he saw on an old desk from a school. The photo's frame and glass were broken. A photo of a very handsome man with a serious face. Whoever this was they looked exactly like him. Studying the photo further he noticed some differences. There was not a single scar on his face. Not even on his forehead like the man who hired him. As strange as it was the man who set him to this task was just appointed Overseer look like him as well. This look alike in the photo was dressed in a fine suit. Next to him was a stunning looking woman with a heart shaped face and a big smile across her face. Looking around the abandoned town house the detective pocketed the photo as evidence. The place had been abandoned for some time. So had the rest of the neighborhood. On this world many cities were left abandoned no thanks to the horde of monsters that invaded. People and families were devoured torn to pieces, killed, and made into slaves. Although he was a hard man he tried to control his tears.
Recollecting himself he resumed the search of the town house. Like any house there was a set of furniture, a large TV sitting on a wooden table. The kitchen was on the right and lead to the garage. It had a bar and counter top. In the corner of the left side was the fireplace and opposite that was the kitchen table. On the walls were photos and portraits of the family that once lived here. As he inspected each photo he noticed three children with the lovely couple. Both appeared to be young to even have children. One of the children looked far too familiar. He had seen photos of this person while investigating with a doppelganger of his who put him up to this task. Since he could not be off his world until midnight it was up to him to search this area. The individual that was familiar to him from certain photos and videos matched the description of the male in the photos. He appeared happy with this family, a mother, a father, two siblings who look like mom and dad.
If he recalled correctly the man could not shut up about his family. He adored them and stuck with them as much as possible. His father may have been stern, sincere, serious, and strict at times with his military demeanor. Despite that he loved him all the same. That was sort of how his employer was when he went on a crusade. According to the reports the man that was in the photos was adopted. He looked nothing like them with a little more fat and different facial features. In his mind the detective and investigator realized this was where mutants had broken into the house and killed the entire family save one. Snooping around even further he discovered a letter meant for the boy who ran off after the attack. Picking up the letter the investigator left the abandoned house wondering if the Field Marshall was the father.
Recollecting himself he resumed the search of the town house. Like any house there was a set of furniture, a large TV sitting on a wooden table. The kitchen was on the right and lead to the garage. It had a bar and counter top. In the corner of the left side was the fireplace and opposite that was the kitchen table. On the walls were photos and portraits of the family that once lived here. As he inspected each photo he noticed three children with the lovely couple. Both appeared to be young to even have children. One of the children looked far too familiar. He had seen photos of this person while investigating with a doppelganger of his who put him up to this task. Since he could not be off his world until midnight it was up to him to search this area. The individual that was familiar to him from certain photos and videos matched the description of the male in the photos. He appeared happy with this family, a mother, a father, two siblings who look like mom and dad.
If he recalled correctly the man could not shut up about his family. He adored them and stuck with them as much as possible. His father may have been stern, sincere, serious, and strict at times with his military demeanor. Despite that he loved him all the same. That was sort of how his employer was when he went on a crusade. According to the reports the man that was in the photos was adopted. He looked nothing like them with a little more fat and different facial features. In his mind the detective and investigator realized this was where mutants had broken into the house and killed the entire family save one. Snooping around even further he discovered a letter meant for the boy who ran off after the attack. Picking up the letter the investigator left the abandoned house wondering if the Field Marshall was the father.
Monday, November 26, 2018
Recruitment
There was absolutely nothing he could do at the moment. He was cornered like a rat staring at its predator. With eyes that screamed "Holy Crap Help Me!" the guy was in his own apartment staring at the one recruiting. She had a gorgeous face, small petite body with some curves here and there. Her face was heart shaped and held a big anime grin. It had him shaking with fear at the sight of this woman. Whoever she was she looked exactly him and some other guy whom he framed for years. For some reason people caught on and trashed him for it. Some places banned him from coming inside while others made fun of him. They knew who he was not, but did not know his true identity. He came from another world that was a mirror to this one. Some how he believed he had time traveled to destroy his cousins past life. It was at this moment that he realized this was not that world, and this woman was his cousin's daughter. Without warning she grabbed him by the cheeks and shook him.
"Come on and join us! We are recruiting and accepting volunteers!" She shrieked with joy and enthusiasm. His cousin's daughter tied his butt him and hauled him away with the rest of his stuff.
His fate was now in the hands of the recruitment process of the Black Coats.
"Come on and join us! We are recruiting and accepting volunteers!" She shrieked with joy and enthusiasm. His cousin's daughter tied his butt him and hauled him away with the rest of his stuff.
His fate was now in the hands of the recruitment process of the Black Coats.
Friday, November 23, 2018
Flag of a Faction
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
Getting Out of a Dinner
Both ships floated in the air surrounded by Celberian ships. Neither Eva, or Lylla could figure out a way to get out of this situation. The two women sat in one of the guest cabins about one of the Celberian Flag ships. Lylla eyed Eva with wrath, and glared at her. In her head she blamed all of this on Eva.
"How are we going to get ourselves out of this one?" Lylla asked Eva with a glare.
"I thought the cleavage would mesmerize the whole lot and then we would escape quickly!" Eva explained to her.
"Mesmerize them with your bust? Oh that was a brilliant idea! Guess what IT DID NOT WORK!" Lylla snapped at Eva who started to pout a little.
"Well what the heck would you have done?" Eva insisted folding her arms across her breast.
"Create a distraction that did not allow showing cleavage!" she nearly shouted at Eva.
"Create a distraction, create a distraction, what are you a circus?" Eva mocked Lylla's idea to get out of this dinner. A knock came at the dressing room door. It drew both of their attention to the door.
"Senoritas are we ready to meet the Officers?" a voice said through the cracks.
"Um just give us a few more moments please, Por Favor Senior." Eva said in a fake sweet voice she must have used a thousand times.
"I will return in a moment they are bringing out the wine." the voice said from the other side.
Eva and Lylla looked at each other glee in their eyes. Those officers were already drinking. Having to deal with drunk officers was easy. All they would have to do is wait for the officers to get blind drunk. One by one these officers would collapse on the floor, pass out or fall asleep. Each one agreed to wait it out for a few more minutes. In the finest dresses the Celberians gave them Eva and Lylla waited for some time before coming out. The man who knocked on the door was waiting for them. He held a huge grin as his eyes wandered all over them with hunger.
"Are we ready to meet the officers?" the little man asked them with his hands clasped together.
"Yes we are." Eva replied to him showing a hint of charm.
The little man escorted them through the cabin of the ship and for some reason outside. Lylla was taken aback by this. Eva looked flat out puzzled. Both women looked at the short man who gave a bigger grin with a hint of mischief. Lylla had some suspicions building up. What was the little man doing? Was this a trick or joke played on them by the officers. She dug in into her petticoat dress to draw out a dagger.
"What is this some kind of trick?" she demanded from the little man. She pressed the dagger against his nose.
"Please senorita this is not a trick. This is a mutiny!" he shoved the door wide open to reveal most of the Celberian crew had attacked the soldiers on board. The two women looked at the scene unfolding. Dangling from one of the masts were the officers. Each one had been hung in a noose. Eva and Lylla had gotten out of dinner with the officers.
"How are we going to get ourselves out of this one?" Lylla asked Eva with a glare.
"I thought the cleavage would mesmerize the whole lot and then we would escape quickly!" Eva explained to her.
"Mesmerize them with your bust? Oh that was a brilliant idea! Guess what IT DID NOT WORK!" Lylla snapped at Eva who started to pout a little.
"Well what the heck would you have done?" Eva insisted folding her arms across her breast.
"Create a distraction that did not allow showing cleavage!" she nearly shouted at Eva.
"Create a distraction, create a distraction, what are you a circus?" Eva mocked Lylla's idea to get out of this dinner. A knock came at the dressing room door. It drew both of their attention to the door.
"Senoritas are we ready to meet the Officers?" a voice said through the cracks.
"Um just give us a few more moments please, Por Favor Senior." Eva said in a fake sweet voice she must have used a thousand times.
"I will return in a moment they are bringing out the wine." the voice said from the other side.
Eva and Lylla looked at each other glee in their eyes. Those officers were already drinking. Having to deal with drunk officers was easy. All they would have to do is wait for the officers to get blind drunk. One by one these officers would collapse on the floor, pass out or fall asleep. Each one agreed to wait it out for a few more minutes. In the finest dresses the Celberians gave them Eva and Lylla waited for some time before coming out. The man who knocked on the door was waiting for them. He held a huge grin as his eyes wandered all over them with hunger.
"Are we ready to meet the officers?" the little man asked them with his hands clasped together.
"Yes we are." Eva replied to him showing a hint of charm.
The little man escorted them through the cabin of the ship and for some reason outside. Lylla was taken aback by this. Eva looked flat out puzzled. Both women looked at the short man who gave a bigger grin with a hint of mischief. Lylla had some suspicions building up. What was the little man doing? Was this a trick or joke played on them by the officers. She dug in into her petticoat dress to draw out a dagger.
"What is this some kind of trick?" she demanded from the little man. She pressed the dagger against his nose.
"Please senorita this is not a trick. This is a mutiny!" he shoved the door wide open to reveal most of the Celberian crew had attacked the soldiers on board. The two women looked at the scene unfolding. Dangling from one of the masts were the officers. Each one had been hung in a noose. Eva and Lylla had gotten out of dinner with the officers.
Monday, November 19, 2018
The Flag of Nymres
Friday, November 16, 2018
Forced Out.
On this day he was to be removed from his seat. He had been in this seat of power for nine years straight. However he used his position to screw over those who had wronged him in the past. All he wanted was to use his position to ruin those from his past. To him it was important to get rid of those who humiliated him, ridiculed, and stabbed him in the back. In his mindset his position gave him ample opportunity to destroy certain individual's lives while instilling fear into people. Some how things still progressed as normal and people worked except for the ones he targeted. Most of those individuals fled the country. Those who remained were imprisoned, executed, or forced into poverty.
Going to the window he saw an entire crowd of people, his own citizens among soldiers ready to storm his office house. During his reign he transformed his own house into the office of his position. That was unusual for a man of his position. He acted like a king over the county ever since he sat in his office. Many of his secretaries, and advisers saw this as weird. During the first few years they urged him to follow through with the requirements. Each time they came to his house he refused to operate that building. One year they begged him to move his office over to the main building. Using his position he forced them to perform sexual acts or humiliate themselves in public with the promise that he would come over. It had been six years and that promise was never fulfilled. At the window he watched several members of the assembled mom begin to throw rocks and various objects at his house at 9:18 A.M. on a very cold autumn month.
For several minutes he watched as his own house was practically attacked with projectiles thrown from hands. He was surprised that none of the crowd members fired on the house. It wasn't long until the crowd started throwing things at the upstairs window where he was. That was at 9:24 A.M. and he knew he was screwed. He began to panic for a few minutes more rushing around the inside of his house while it succumbed to attacks. Windows were smashed and parts of the walls were no doubt cracked, dented or splattered with what the mob threw at him. Running around his house did not save the situation as his "lackeys" as he called those who worked with him got out of the house through the back door. It was 9:33 when they fled like cowards according to his old self who acted like a dictator and tyrant over them. All they mustered to him were "Screw you dumb a##!" and ditched him like all his friends did.
At 9:38 A.M. he heard a loud bang at his door. The mob was trying to force its way inside. Acting fast he slammed his room door shut and locks it. Then he realized he could go to the attic and hide. Reopening the door he raced to the attic and pulled the string down. He cut the string so no one else could even get up there. Rushing up the ladder he broke it getting up. Now in the attic he closed it shut and hid for the next ten minutes. The only thing he could do now was listen to the noise of the mob rushing inside he own home. At exactly 9:48 A.M. the trap door was being ripped off and a ladder was placed against the hole. Angry voices and shouting could be heard from bellow. Cornered like a rat he soiled his pants as more than six people came up. He began tossing things at them causing one of them to fall and hurt themselves. The rest pounced on him and tied him up aggressively. A commanding officer just watched with his arms folded across his chest. When it struck 9:51 he was lowered down to an angry mob that started beating him with fists, and bats. Several soldiers, and officers forced the mob to calm itself. He was carried out of his own house quickly with the mob screaming and shouting at him. Outside his house was a bigger mob that threw insults at him and threw trash at him. Looking over his shoulder his own house was trashed, and nearly torn apart. Under the custody of the authorities that he once praised the dictator was shoved into a coffin to be buried alive at 9:54 A.M. in the morning. There was to be no trial, no jury, no sentencing just the mob burying his butt alive. He was now forced out of his position. That was all he thought of and pondered inside the coffin.
Going to the window he saw an entire crowd of people, his own citizens among soldiers ready to storm his office house. During his reign he transformed his own house into the office of his position. That was unusual for a man of his position. He acted like a king over the county ever since he sat in his office. Many of his secretaries, and advisers saw this as weird. During the first few years they urged him to follow through with the requirements. Each time they came to his house he refused to operate that building. One year they begged him to move his office over to the main building. Using his position he forced them to perform sexual acts or humiliate themselves in public with the promise that he would come over. It had been six years and that promise was never fulfilled. At the window he watched several members of the assembled mom begin to throw rocks and various objects at his house at 9:18 A.M. on a very cold autumn month.
For several minutes he watched as his own house was practically attacked with projectiles thrown from hands. He was surprised that none of the crowd members fired on the house. It wasn't long until the crowd started throwing things at the upstairs window where he was. That was at 9:24 A.M. and he knew he was screwed. He began to panic for a few minutes more rushing around the inside of his house while it succumbed to attacks. Windows were smashed and parts of the walls were no doubt cracked, dented or splattered with what the mob threw at him. Running around his house did not save the situation as his "lackeys" as he called those who worked with him got out of the house through the back door. It was 9:33 when they fled like cowards according to his old self who acted like a dictator and tyrant over them. All they mustered to him were "Screw you dumb a##!" and ditched him like all his friends did.
At 9:38 A.M. he heard a loud bang at his door. The mob was trying to force its way inside. Acting fast he slammed his room door shut and locks it. Then he realized he could go to the attic and hide. Reopening the door he raced to the attic and pulled the string down. He cut the string so no one else could even get up there. Rushing up the ladder he broke it getting up. Now in the attic he closed it shut and hid for the next ten minutes. The only thing he could do now was listen to the noise of the mob rushing inside he own home. At exactly 9:48 A.M. the trap door was being ripped off and a ladder was placed against the hole. Angry voices and shouting could be heard from bellow. Cornered like a rat he soiled his pants as more than six people came up. He began tossing things at them causing one of them to fall and hurt themselves. The rest pounced on him and tied him up aggressively. A commanding officer just watched with his arms folded across his chest. When it struck 9:51 he was lowered down to an angry mob that started beating him with fists, and bats. Several soldiers, and officers forced the mob to calm itself. He was carried out of his own house quickly with the mob screaming and shouting at him. Outside his house was a bigger mob that threw insults at him and threw trash at him. Looking over his shoulder his own house was trashed, and nearly torn apart. Under the custody of the authorities that he once praised the dictator was shoved into a coffin to be buried alive at 9:54 A.M. in the morning. There was to be no trial, no jury, no sentencing just the mob burying his butt alive. He was now forced out of his position. That was all he thought of and pondered inside the coffin.
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
When Does This New Job Start?
They had been cooking a job for him for the past six years? He could not believe it an actual job for him. A major blow to him having this job was that no one bothered to say a single word to him about it. For years he had to settle for other jobs that had already ended or simply offered no money other than more volunteering. There was something he was doing since he was just a boy, but that was a secret. A secret that would lead to a brawl, or a broken limb if tampered with. What contract was that one would ask? None of their freaking business. A huge war going on in some far off galaxy that spilled over into the Milky Way or was it Milky Wave. His superiors and those who hand picked him did not get what his galaxy's name was. That he left alone.
It was because of these superiors he was able to know what it was. Every night they hinted at who would see it he would get this job. By day no one showed up. At night they grind their teeth over who was selected and whom they handed the responsibility to go see him. Either they hated his guts, thought of him as an asshole, a douche, a dickhead and other names given to him behind his back. For years he was always a lone wolf, a lone ranger, and a loner from time to time. Although he spent a lot of time alone he still managed to make friends and stay in touch with them. Many of them knew about the job that was supposed to be given to him. However events kept him from even knowing about this job in the first place. What he learned was that various people tried to control everyone else including the woman he loved in school.
Now he stood next to his new vehicle holding a map and a set of keys to some abandoned house owned by the city. It was something he did not expect, but it did go along with his original plan. For years he had to do other jobs, which made him feel like he was wasting his time. All he wanted was to find someway to show dedication to his original plans. Those were shattered by immature outcasts who had very few friends. He had to find the house first, which was somewhere along this block. All they did was hand him a key, and put it on a map. Whoever was in charge or gave him this job clearly had no clue, which house the city wanted him to search. They provided no real address or numbers just a general location. None of them even mentioned a street name. Forced to drive to three different cities in order to find this location made him want to shoot the person.
To everyone's fortune that job was finally clear to him as he began to walk down the neighborhood. One at a time he checked each house to see if anyone still lived there. Going down the street he just looked at the houses and the driveways. A few houses had cars in the driveways, and a about half a dozen other houses had signs of life inside them. He immediately ignored the houses that had cars in the driveway. Using the keys he went over to the houses that looked abandoned. One by one he checked to see if this was the house or not. None of them were. In his mind he knew he looked like a burglar or some modern day bandit robbing a house. After checking six more houses he found one at the bottom of the hill. This one did not have a driveway, but a set of stairs leading down to the house. Only there was no house to even search or clean out. So he had to search for a new job.
It was because of these superiors he was able to know what it was. Every night they hinted at who would see it he would get this job. By day no one showed up. At night they grind their teeth over who was selected and whom they handed the responsibility to go see him. Either they hated his guts, thought of him as an asshole, a douche, a dickhead and other names given to him behind his back. For years he was always a lone wolf, a lone ranger, and a loner from time to time. Although he spent a lot of time alone he still managed to make friends and stay in touch with them. Many of them knew about the job that was supposed to be given to him. However events kept him from even knowing about this job in the first place. What he learned was that various people tried to control everyone else including the woman he loved in school.
Now he stood next to his new vehicle holding a map and a set of keys to some abandoned house owned by the city. It was something he did not expect, but it did go along with his original plan. For years he had to do other jobs, which made him feel like he was wasting his time. All he wanted was to find someway to show dedication to his original plans. Those were shattered by immature outcasts who had very few friends. He had to find the house first, which was somewhere along this block. All they did was hand him a key, and put it on a map. Whoever was in charge or gave him this job clearly had no clue, which house the city wanted him to search. They provided no real address or numbers just a general location. None of them even mentioned a street name. Forced to drive to three different cities in order to find this location made him want to shoot the person.
To everyone's fortune that job was finally clear to him as he began to walk down the neighborhood. One at a time he checked each house to see if anyone still lived there. Going down the street he just looked at the houses and the driveways. A few houses had cars in the driveways, and a about half a dozen other houses had signs of life inside them. He immediately ignored the houses that had cars in the driveway. Using the keys he went over to the houses that looked abandoned. One by one he checked to see if this was the house or not. None of them were. In his mind he knew he looked like a burglar or some modern day bandit robbing a house. After checking six more houses he found one at the bottom of the hill. This one did not have a driveway, but a set of stairs leading down to the house. Only there was no house to even search or clean out. So he had to search for a new job.
Saturday, November 10, 2018
Is she to be married?
Today was not going well for her since the mock up wedding she had to do for her job. Putting on dresses, wedding dresses and pretending you are getting married, drained her. She signed the contract to put on these nice looking dresses just for show, but got paid hardly anything until this week. It was enough to get her going and pay rent. It was just not making her happy. Every week she had to put on a new style of wedding dress. To her it seemed people had taken advantage of the fashion and added new styles next to the traditional styles. She got to the point where she preferred there was one style not countless. However she kept that to herself. Was she supposed to do this for the rest of her life? That question kept circling her mind and coming back to her thoughts every now and then.
"Alright ladies let's move it go to the dressing room and put on those dresses!" she heard her boss' voice from behind her.
Reva Sharog took a deep breath looking down at her smooth green skin. Her race was not always considered the prettiest of the nation. Yet they did not look like dogs, or had faces that looked like giant hams smashed together. This world granted beauty among females of all races. As for the males it was a coin toss of nature, or depended on what they did with their lives. She had been to other worlds like this Calorn Planet thanks to her boss who would have become a Master had the Nazdar had their way. Orcs were never treated fairly by their rulers, the Nazdar, due to some worlds in full rebellion or this Calorn she had been to. It was only for a few years on the island of Vidothra before this Vestrisian Union invaded.
She followed the other girls and models who were Elves, Humans, mixed races, tall goblins with desirable features, Angel-like humanoids, Bird Humanoids who look more like angels with wings and bird heads, and the purple skinned race that were much older than they appear. Reva always compared herself to the others who were naturally gorgeous. Although her friends and co-workers mentioned how beautiful she was she was doubtful. Most guys left her alone or did not even give her a second glance. A lot of them were intimidated, or scared of a gorgeous being like herself. In her mind none of the guys or males even liked her. For an Orc to be this gorgeous was not uncommon in this world. In some worlds they were not the prettiest sight to see.
One by one the girls entered the dressing room to put on whatever dress the designers crafted. She herself enjoyed sewing and crafting her own clothing since she lived on a farm until she came of age. The city life was hectic, yet it still treated her fairly. Putting on her happy face she approached her own mannequin that had the dress she was to wear. It had her speechless, flattered to put it on. Words could not describe its beauty or the color the designer chose. Reva giggled a little and snatched it up. She took off her casual clothing and put it on with glee. She felt very glamorous and posed for the photo shoot. For the next hour she wore the dress for the photos. As she posed for the last one she realized will she wear a dress and have an actual wedding.
As always they selected male models and some actors along with associates to pose as grooms, and groomsmen. Each person on the list was given a turn with the photos. For show she walked down the aisle with some strange looking guy who had zero interest in being here. He walked her down as the photographers snapped pictures and took their desired photos. Reva looked at the selected people wondering if this was going to be real one day. They posed for the final photo like it was a real wedding before leaving the set. Her boss came up to her with a very puzzled and concerned expression on her face.
"What is it Boss?" she asked in a cheerful tone.
"Um Reva, do you remember that guy you liked at one point?" Her boss asked her looking guilty for even asking.
Reva felt tears build up in her eyes. For years she had missed him. His death destroyed her heart. Although he was not part of the Infantry, or the Nazdar Grevaskii he still fought in a war. It was a long time ago when she heard he went off to that expedition. Her friends told her that he never returned home. That destroyed her heart and soul. None of her circles ever touched base with his friends to see if he was alive.
"Yeah." she said fighting back the tears.
"He is actually here to see you." Her boss said to her face.
"Alright ladies let's move it go to the dressing room and put on those dresses!" she heard her boss' voice from behind her.
Reva Sharog took a deep breath looking down at her smooth green skin. Her race was not always considered the prettiest of the nation. Yet they did not look like dogs, or had faces that looked like giant hams smashed together. This world granted beauty among females of all races. As for the males it was a coin toss of nature, or depended on what they did with their lives. She had been to other worlds like this Calorn Planet thanks to her boss who would have become a Master had the Nazdar had their way. Orcs were never treated fairly by their rulers, the Nazdar, due to some worlds in full rebellion or this Calorn she had been to. It was only for a few years on the island of Vidothra before this Vestrisian Union invaded.
She followed the other girls and models who were Elves, Humans, mixed races, tall goblins with desirable features, Angel-like humanoids, Bird Humanoids who look more like angels with wings and bird heads, and the purple skinned race that were much older than they appear. Reva always compared herself to the others who were naturally gorgeous. Although her friends and co-workers mentioned how beautiful she was she was doubtful. Most guys left her alone or did not even give her a second glance. A lot of them were intimidated, or scared of a gorgeous being like herself. In her mind none of the guys or males even liked her. For an Orc to be this gorgeous was not uncommon in this world. In some worlds they were not the prettiest sight to see.
One by one the girls entered the dressing room to put on whatever dress the designers crafted. She herself enjoyed sewing and crafting her own clothing since she lived on a farm until she came of age. The city life was hectic, yet it still treated her fairly. Putting on her happy face she approached her own mannequin that had the dress she was to wear. It had her speechless, flattered to put it on. Words could not describe its beauty or the color the designer chose. Reva giggled a little and snatched it up. She took off her casual clothing and put it on with glee. She felt very glamorous and posed for the photo shoot. For the next hour she wore the dress for the photos. As she posed for the last one she realized will she wear a dress and have an actual wedding.
As always they selected male models and some actors along with associates to pose as grooms, and groomsmen. Each person on the list was given a turn with the photos. For show she walked down the aisle with some strange looking guy who had zero interest in being here. He walked her down as the photographers snapped pictures and took their desired photos. Reva looked at the selected people wondering if this was going to be real one day. They posed for the final photo like it was a real wedding before leaving the set. Her boss came up to her with a very puzzled and concerned expression on her face.
"What is it Boss?" she asked in a cheerful tone.
"Um Reva, do you remember that guy you liked at one point?" Her boss asked her looking guilty for even asking.
Reva felt tears build up in her eyes. For years she had missed him. His death destroyed her heart. Although he was not part of the Infantry, or the Nazdar Grevaskii he still fought in a war. It was a long time ago when she heard he went off to that expedition. Her friends told her that he never returned home. That destroyed her heart and soul. None of her circles ever touched base with his friends to see if he was alive.
"Yeah." she said fighting back the tears.
"He is actually here to see you." Her boss said to her face.
Tuesday, November 6, 2018
A little crew
"Once upon a time there was a Pirate who wanted to be a Captain!" a story teller read aloud to a little boy laying in bed.
"He needed a crew, and a ship to call himself a Captain. So he went into town an searched for a crew. The pirate asked everyone he came across if they wanted to be a member of his own crew. Not one of them said yes to the Pirate. So he went to the next town that was by the sea. Now here is a port he said to himself. A port that has lots of sailors who sailed the seas! So the pirate set off to that port that was not too far from the second town. On his way to the port he had to cross a stone path that led to the port from the town. Taking this path the pirate came across a large spider web blocking the road. The pirate was about to cut the spider web when a voice stopped him. Wait, wait you cannot cut my web! A voice cried out from above. Sitting on a tree was a spider." the story teller pauses to continue the story. He clears his throat as the little boy in his bed moved a little.
"Keep going he said." the little boy stretched.
"Then why is the spider web in the path? The pirate asked the spider. I uh wanted to catch some critters like unwanted vermin and rats. This spider said to the pirate. How strong is your webbing? The Pirate asked the spider. Looking at the pirate the spider boasted his web was the strongest in the world. For a moment the pirate thought to himself and pondered over what he needed. Could your web make rope for sails or sails that can withstand a storm? He asked the spider who only smiled at the pirate. I could join you Mr. Pirate you sound like you are in need of a crew. The spider offered to the pirate. Well I am looking for a crew. The pirate said taking a look at the eight legged creature."
"So the pirate and the spider went to the port in search of more crew members. They searched every dock, house, and asked each sailor if they would join the pirate's crew. No one wanted to join their crew except a black cat offering to serve the Pirate anyway it can. Now it was the Pirate, the spider and the black cat looking for more crew members for the pirate. For long hours they searched into the night only to find sailors too lazy at night to help them. It appeared hopeless and the pirate stopped in the farthest end of the port. Here a Ketch, a two masted sailboat with a mainmast taller than the aft mast, sat next to a sloop. The pirate sat down on a barrel having found a large spider and a black cat for a crew so far. Both the Sloop and the Ketch appeared lifeless. He studied each one wondering, which one he should just take for his crew. It was dark and no one else was around. It would be great to have a sloop to command, however it required a larger crew depending on the size. A ketch could be used to fool other ships into thinking it was a harmless fishing vessel. He thought both ideas could work. Then something moved in the small Sloop drawing his attention to it. Three skeletons roamed around on deck. As the pirate watched them he noticed they were looking for something or someone. In the lead was a skeleton with a black bandanna holding up a lantern. One of the skeletons noticed the pirate and directed the rest over to him. They asked if the pirate was okay. He said he needed a ship and a crew. To his surprise the skeletons were searching for a Captain for their ship. In no time the Pirate, the spider, the black cat and the three skeletons joined up and set sail across the seas, the end." Omavern closed the book relieved to be done with his duty for the night. He looked up to find the little boy had fallen asleep holding a stuffed octopus. Omavern turned to the buxom, curvy nurse who forced him into this.
"Are you happy now?" he asked her who only smiled a joyful grin.
"He needed a crew, and a ship to call himself a Captain. So he went into town an searched for a crew. The pirate asked everyone he came across if they wanted to be a member of his own crew. Not one of them said yes to the Pirate. So he went to the next town that was by the sea. Now here is a port he said to himself. A port that has lots of sailors who sailed the seas! So the pirate set off to that port that was not too far from the second town. On his way to the port he had to cross a stone path that led to the port from the town. Taking this path the pirate came across a large spider web blocking the road. The pirate was about to cut the spider web when a voice stopped him. Wait, wait you cannot cut my web! A voice cried out from above. Sitting on a tree was a spider." the story teller pauses to continue the story. He clears his throat as the little boy in his bed moved a little.
"Keep going he said." the little boy stretched.
"Then why is the spider web in the path? The pirate asked the spider. I uh wanted to catch some critters like unwanted vermin and rats. This spider said to the pirate. How strong is your webbing? The Pirate asked the spider. Looking at the pirate the spider boasted his web was the strongest in the world. For a moment the pirate thought to himself and pondered over what he needed. Could your web make rope for sails or sails that can withstand a storm? He asked the spider who only smiled at the pirate. I could join you Mr. Pirate you sound like you are in need of a crew. The spider offered to the pirate. Well I am looking for a crew. The pirate said taking a look at the eight legged creature."
"So the pirate and the spider went to the port in search of more crew members. They searched every dock, house, and asked each sailor if they would join the pirate's crew. No one wanted to join their crew except a black cat offering to serve the Pirate anyway it can. Now it was the Pirate, the spider and the black cat looking for more crew members for the pirate. For long hours they searched into the night only to find sailors too lazy at night to help them. It appeared hopeless and the pirate stopped in the farthest end of the port. Here a Ketch, a two masted sailboat with a mainmast taller than the aft mast, sat next to a sloop. The pirate sat down on a barrel having found a large spider and a black cat for a crew so far. Both the Sloop and the Ketch appeared lifeless. He studied each one wondering, which one he should just take for his crew. It was dark and no one else was around. It would be great to have a sloop to command, however it required a larger crew depending on the size. A ketch could be used to fool other ships into thinking it was a harmless fishing vessel. He thought both ideas could work. Then something moved in the small Sloop drawing his attention to it. Three skeletons roamed around on deck. As the pirate watched them he noticed they were looking for something or someone. In the lead was a skeleton with a black bandanna holding up a lantern. One of the skeletons noticed the pirate and directed the rest over to him. They asked if the pirate was okay. He said he needed a ship and a crew. To his surprise the skeletons were searching for a Captain for their ship. In no time the Pirate, the spider, the black cat and the three skeletons joined up and set sail across the seas, the end." Omavern closed the book relieved to be done with his duty for the night. He looked up to find the little boy had fallen asleep holding a stuffed octopus. Omavern turned to the buxom, curvy nurse who forced him into this.
"Are you happy now?" he asked her who only smiled a joyful grin.
Saturday, November 3, 2018
Demise of Youthful Heroes 2
She knew this would become a bigger problem if this was not taken care of now. Eva looked at the two gangs that had apparently forged an alliance or some pact between them. If Mockshah were here there would be blood allover this street the next. It would be conjoined with a trail of corpses. Some part of her loved the pirate for who he was on the inside. He left her letters, flowers, and love notes wherever he was. His trail was hard to follow, but he always gave her a crumb or a hint that would go back to her other self on another world. She was two other people in the same body. One a woman with many expectations and friends. The other was a princess and heroine dedicated to the duties of her home world. Great Captain, Lilly the Bronze, Circuit Wave, and Dark Jaguar blindly jumped in to fight these goons. They clearly broke rank and foiled the position she had worked on with them time and time again.
"Dang it where is Mockshah where you need him?" she said through gritting teeth.
Eva saw her team engage the Gray Orcs and the Pink Spikes in street fighting. She herself had to fend off a few of the goons as the fighting grew fierce and the numbers started to swell. Her assembled team were good fighters and whooped a lot of butts in this street. Goons, Cronies, and Minions fell to the ground unconscious or badly injured after having their butts handed to them. She felt confident in her team as they pressed the attack on the gangs whose members started to chicken out. When they turned around to see more goons coming up they got more balls. Drawing out sharp weapons a small group of them launched themselves after Lilly and Great Captain who were caught off guard. These goons went for their legs and grappled them. Using their stiletto knives, and shivs the Pink Spikes and smaller members of the Gray Orcs stabbed the two heroes.
Eva and Dark Jaguar were now back to back. Gray Orc and Pink Spike goons launched themselves at them. Both heroes of their home world fought off the wave as best they could. Fending off a few goons at a time was easy, a walk in the park. Trying keep an entire army's worth of goons at bay was a colossal task right now. Using all her skills in combat Eva made attempts to force the goons to rout hoping that their wounded buddies would be enough to discourage them. To her misfortune none of that worked as she took down about a dozen more. Dark Jaguar whooped the butts of twenty of these goons before he started to get overwhelmed. She her self was soon grappled by half a dozen who could barely hold on to her because of the sweat on their palms. It occurred to her these goons could be under the control of someone bigger or more dangerous. She struggled to get free. Her captors held her down as several more came up with shivs and daggers. Eva looked over to see Dark Jaguar was already getting stabbed slowly.
"TONY!!!" she screamed before a hand had to muffle her mouth.
Dark Jaguar was getting stabbed in his arms and legs first before they begin going for vital organs. She watched in horror as the goons brandished their blade in front of her face. Just as the goons were about to carve into her clothes, and armor when a large head came flying into the center of the crowd. They immediately dropped her and raced to their hideouts. Eva picked herself up to check on her team. Her heart rate was rising as it pounded against her chest like a drum. Speechless all she could do was check their wounds and cover them up as best she could. Tears were rolling down her cheek as she caressed each one begging them to stay with her. She looked at the head that was thrown. It was large one with thick curly hair and the face was that of a mutant overlord's agent that was sent to control certain gangs with influence. Eva did not pick it up she went to Dark Jaguar to caress his head as the shock of the wounds caused Captain Great and Lilly to pass out.
"Stay with me, stay with me!" She begged taking off his mask. Blood was being coughed up. The goons stabbed him in the stomach a few times.
"I-I- can't go on! You need to asse- assemble a new team!" He spattered blood on her trying to speak.
"NO YOU CAN LIVE, you're going to be a daddy, you are going to be the best daddy!" she shouted fighting the tears. Jaguar lay there with stab wounds all over him, and his blood coming out. He himself was crying because he wanted to live to see his little baby.
A figure came up to them wearing a trench coat of black and a red arm band. She turned to see Mockshah wielding a Kukri Blade and a large company of soldiers and guardians who wore the same red arm band. On his head was a black cap with a dragon sitting on the symbol on his arm. It appeared like a Nazi Symbol only at a closer glance it was not. Eva looked at their faces and black uniforms. In awe she could not believe her eyes she recognized no more than forty-seven faces among the company of what was known as the New Black Coats. In command was Mockshah and one woman whom she recognized from college. Without a word these new arrivals picked up her fallen team and took them to an aircraft that landed in the street nearby.
"Guten Tag Frauline, or should I saw hello there Princess." Mockshah said stretching out a hand to help her up. She wiped away the tears and took his hand. He pulled her up like she was nothing but a rag doll. Without warning Mockshah grabbed her pulling her in for a kiss that said I have missed you my dear.
"Dang it where is Mockshah where you need him?" she said through gritting teeth.
Eva saw her team engage the Gray Orcs and the Pink Spikes in street fighting. She herself had to fend off a few of the goons as the fighting grew fierce and the numbers started to swell. Her assembled team were good fighters and whooped a lot of butts in this street. Goons, Cronies, and Minions fell to the ground unconscious or badly injured after having their butts handed to them. She felt confident in her team as they pressed the attack on the gangs whose members started to chicken out. When they turned around to see more goons coming up they got more balls. Drawing out sharp weapons a small group of them launched themselves after Lilly and Great Captain who were caught off guard. These goons went for their legs and grappled them. Using their stiletto knives, and shivs the Pink Spikes and smaller members of the Gray Orcs stabbed the two heroes.
Eva and Dark Jaguar were now back to back. Gray Orc and Pink Spike goons launched themselves at them. Both heroes of their home world fought off the wave as best they could. Fending off a few goons at a time was easy, a walk in the park. Trying keep an entire army's worth of goons at bay was a colossal task right now. Using all her skills in combat Eva made attempts to force the goons to rout hoping that their wounded buddies would be enough to discourage them. To her misfortune none of that worked as she took down about a dozen more. Dark Jaguar whooped the butts of twenty of these goons before he started to get overwhelmed. She her self was soon grappled by half a dozen who could barely hold on to her because of the sweat on their palms. It occurred to her these goons could be under the control of someone bigger or more dangerous. She struggled to get free. Her captors held her down as several more came up with shivs and daggers. Eva looked over to see Dark Jaguar was already getting stabbed slowly.
"TONY!!!" she screamed before a hand had to muffle her mouth.
Dark Jaguar was getting stabbed in his arms and legs first before they begin going for vital organs. She watched in horror as the goons brandished their blade in front of her face. Just as the goons were about to carve into her clothes, and armor when a large head came flying into the center of the crowd. They immediately dropped her and raced to their hideouts. Eva picked herself up to check on her team. Her heart rate was rising as it pounded against her chest like a drum. Speechless all she could do was check their wounds and cover them up as best she could. Tears were rolling down her cheek as she caressed each one begging them to stay with her. She looked at the head that was thrown. It was large one with thick curly hair and the face was that of a mutant overlord's agent that was sent to control certain gangs with influence. Eva did not pick it up she went to Dark Jaguar to caress his head as the shock of the wounds caused Captain Great and Lilly to pass out.
"Stay with me, stay with me!" She begged taking off his mask. Blood was being coughed up. The goons stabbed him in the stomach a few times.
"I-I- can't go on! You need to asse- assemble a new team!" He spattered blood on her trying to speak.
"NO YOU CAN LIVE, you're going to be a daddy, you are going to be the best daddy!" she shouted fighting the tears. Jaguar lay there with stab wounds all over him, and his blood coming out. He himself was crying because he wanted to live to see his little baby.
A figure came up to them wearing a trench coat of black and a red arm band. She turned to see Mockshah wielding a Kukri Blade and a large company of soldiers and guardians who wore the same red arm band. On his head was a black cap with a dragon sitting on the symbol on his arm. It appeared like a Nazi Symbol only at a closer glance it was not. Eva looked at their faces and black uniforms. In awe she could not believe her eyes she recognized no more than forty-seven faces among the company of what was known as the New Black Coats. In command was Mockshah and one woman whom she recognized from college. Without a word these new arrivals picked up her fallen team and took them to an aircraft that landed in the street nearby.
"Guten Tag Frauline, or should I saw hello there Princess." Mockshah said stretching out a hand to help her up. She wiped away the tears and took his hand. He pulled her up like she was nothing but a rag doll. Without warning Mockshah grabbed her pulling her in for a kiss that said I have missed you my dear.
Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Tuesday, October 30, 2018
Somewhere in Mulzan
North of what is called the Unknown Lands lies a long country stretched from one mountain range to another. Both mountain ranges lay south of this long country. This country wraps around parts of a large landlocked sea that has an island kingdom that held on to its independence for thirty six years. As a long stretched out kingdom Mulzan could become its own empire. Some fifty three years ago the Mulzaneen with their partially shaven heads, long hair styles, thick braids, and the style where only one spot is left to grow long hair. Their clothing consisted of colorful tunics, finely crafted robes made from silks, and finer fabrics. It is said the Mulzaneen serve no one unless they have proven to be worth serving. With that kind of attitude it was hard to find allies. To their misfortunes they found themselves to be flanked by enemies.
Along the mountains in the western borders once lived a large family. Among Mulzaneen society each family was to have at least one warrior/soldier, a magic user, healer, a merchant, and a craftsman. Unless the father or mother were merchants and craftsmen the children would have to pick that up at some point if their path was not selected to be a warrior. Spears, sabers, scimitars, long curved machete blades known as Dhoghans, Bardiches, double bladed sword staffs, and Glaives lined the wall in the family armory. On the opposite side were mannequins with the Mulzaneen pieces of armor her ancestors wore into battle. She did not count how many there were since she cared little about her family's history of serving Mulzan for centuries. As the fourth daughter born in the family that was eradicated by the invaders and now disease she was left with three other sisters. Apparently the one time disease only worked on males. It was a trick that could only be done once to a certain number of people and it backfired on them. Despite the setback the Gantronese were still able to bend the Mulzaneen to their will.
"Hurry up this is taking too long!" she shouted over her shoulder. Her sister Terezene the fourth sister was supposed to wear the ancient traditional garb and greet their guests. Zia being the more responsible one was the second oldest sister. Zidfe the other sister waddled over with a bowl of tonight's meal. She had a pleasant thick woman in a more modern style of their female tunic and dress. It overlapped a little yet it still fit her.
"What is that?" Zia asked looking a little unsure as to what Zidfe cooked up this time.
"Crab with a few other fish. Kayan's servants went out fishing along the sea again." Zidfe answered honestly with a bit of attitude.
"Could you add a bit more seasoning?" Zia requested taking a sniff of the soup or whatever she was making for tonight.
"I'll add the usual fruits and vegetables that go with fish then see how it tastes then." Zidfe said with a bit of sass in her voice.
"Go on and make us all want to vomit." Zia urged her on.
"Should I poison us all and be done?" Zidfe offered.
"Give us a few more years." Zia replied.
"How many guests does Terezene's cleavage need to greet tonight?" Zidfe asked cackling. Zia could not help but laugh as well. These guests were nobles, aristocrats, famous singers, gladiators from Rhes Tarim, and young musicians hoping to make it big.
"According to our eldest sister twenty-two guests will be arriving in one hour." Zia answered Zidfe who returned to the kitchen. She had the kitchen staff help her with the meals. Kaya was having the main hall prepared for the dinner.
Zia went up to the dressing room where Terezene was taking her time for some reason. She decided to barge in on her fifth sibling who was adopted from a travelling family who hailed from Koriv. Ever since the Gantronese took over most of the region when they first invaded foreigners, and their kind roamed about Mulzan. It allowed further trade, business, and progress with some things in Mulzan. Yet their warlike attitude did not die. Many warriors, and soldiers from each household bent their will to the invader. For decades they fought a series of conflicts alongside the Gantronese in various enemies. Despite the wars Mulzan's population increased. She opened the door to find Terezene in the finest robed tunic that revealed a nice cleavage for the guests. The young, beautiful Terezene did not look happy she was in distress over this. Zia did not care for her ever since their father died.
"Well you have one hour before the guests arrive! Clean those tears off first then put on your make up!" Zia barked at her adopted sister who was the more gentle, fragile soul of their household. Their youngest sister had that stunning beauty that lured men easily with her curves, and appearances. She went by many names and had a black heart that she used to tear men's hearts apart for fun.
"Adya is on her way with the guests. Do not disappoint us this time!" Zia said sharply at her adopted sister who she saw as an outsider since she entered the house. She knew it was out of the forced kindness of her father however Terezene was treated as a noble.
"I..I will do- d- do as you say Lady of the House." Terezene stammered on her words showing a hint of fear in her eyes. Zia could tell she was afraid of what was to come.
Zia snapped her fingers and ordered the servants to prepare her for tonight. She left the adopted sister to the care of the servants who had not left since their Father's death. Zia walked through the large house passing other rooms that belonged to other adopted children. Since their mother gave birth to only girls their father had to adopt three boys to compensate for lack of males in their household. Through the halls Zia fought the urges to recall her childhood memories. Each memory was a good one, however as she grew older her life changed. Zia met a woman who was cruel to people and used them anyways. She learned many deeds from this woman who disappeared by the time Terezene entered the picture. Passing the rooms of her adopted brothers caused flashes of anger over her. Zia did not want to believe she was born out of a womb, but had always been there. Some of the brothers' names came back to her and she shook them away. Recalling how her father treated the adopted sons irked her to no end. She was delighted with her sisters when they died one by one. Each one was a death on the battlefield or in the Unknown Lands.
It was by her own hands that one of the sons and their father died tragically. After their mother left for strange reasons she grew closer to her sisters, and that witch woman. For the rest of the hour she went outside to check on the gardens to see how trim and perfect they were. Each gardener was smacked for no reason other than her own pleasure. Outsiders made slaves of the Mulzaneen that was just enough to punish the ones who willingly served them. Those who entered their house for an event never came out. As she walked through the garden something hit her. Their new masters would be on her if word got out or if the individuals who entered their house were found missing. It was why she chose to kill off travelers who would usually head out somewhere else the next day.
"Make sure the flowers look healthy!" she barked at the servants before heading back inside. Going through the entrance she found everything had been prepared and the food was still cooking. Looking at the decorations and tables placed she rubbed her hands together with delight. Terezene exited her room with the finest clothing with cleavage revealed and make up on.
"Good you look very delightful and eye catching. Don't take that as a compliment." Zia said with a warning. She took her position at the end of the dining hall as Terezene took hers at the door. Kaya would be here soon with the thugs, and assassins who attacked the guests while they were at the back of the house.
She heard a convoy of vehicles come up to the house, park, doors opening and slamming shut. Voices could be heard and all of them complimented Adya who lead the entire party up to the large house. Terezene greeted each guest who in turn greeted her with a rough kiss, a fondle, grope, or slap on the buttocks as Adya had instructed them to. Zia took pleasure in watching this for her it would either be a pleasurable dance or something else. All the guests came roaming in after greeting Terezene roughly. Each one entered the dining area.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen welcome to our home! Our reputation and hospitality is the finest you will find in Mulzan. Please seat yourselves!" Zia beckoned. She turned to the right to see the musicians they had abducted from the city. With a sharp gesture of the head she ordered them to start playing. She walked up to Terezene and pinched her hard to get her attention.
"Dance!" she hissed in her ear. As the guests sat down Terezene began the dance that was meant to be done with little clothing. She began to strip herself before the guests to the beat of the music. Zia watched the guests and the adopted sister with the urge to kill them all herself. She and her sisters had been doing this for years and no one batted an eye or even noticed. Each time they had the vehicles driven to the south and left in the Unknown Lands. Terezene was groped and fondled as she passed closer to the guests. Some grabbed her and smelled her while others left her alone. Zia could tell some of them did not really like this. She was about to act as the sweet hostess when the food was finally brought to the guests. Zia and her sisters sat at their own table allowing Terezene to eat with them. Three of the sisters ate like pigs while Terezene at slowly trying hold back the tears.
"Kaya will be here soon with the hired hands. All the bodies must be stripped of valuables and burned or fed to the monsters in the jungles. Then the cars will be taken by us as gifts." Zia said in a hushed tone. Her sisters cackled at this then finished eating. As the guests were finishing up some of them came up to check on Terezene. Her sisters faked their sympathy for her.
. Kaya slipped in to the dining room with a bowl of Zidfe's soup. Zia looked at her with eagerness that their plan would go as a followed. All the guests would be here and the 'bandits' would storm the house and kill them here. Night came as the hours went by and the musicians still played. She looked out the the window from where she sat and saw a group of shadows approaching the house.
"They are here, Terezene go to your room. Sisters prepare to loot what is left." She said trying not to laugh. Terezene did as she was told when a rather handsome looking man in the Grevaskii uniform cornered her at the door. Silent words were spoken to her making her blush. She giggled a little at the exit. Zia was enraged and picked up a knife. No man is going to love that girl. Zia quickly checked to see the hired hands rushing up to the house. In a loud bang the so called bandits, and burglars raced in with machetes drawn, covered in black powder, and piercings. Giving out cries that terrorized victims they rushed up to the party guests. That is when the massacre inside the room started. Guests screamed as they were pounced upon, hacked to pieces, others decapitated. Some jumped up to escape only to be cornered and cut down. Zia got up to stab the Grevaskii in the back. Terezene screamed at her forcing Zia to back hand her to the floor. Zidfe, Kaya, and Ayda either fled or killed the musicians so their acts would never be spoken of. Zia dropped the blade and turned to see the burglars rush out of the house. Twenty two party guests lay dead, hacked to pieces, stabbed, and beaten to death in a mock party. A waste of good food, however riches could be found among them. All four sisters dropped down and began looting the bodies with greed. Rings, Necklaces, prized trinkets, coins, rubies, bracelets, arm braces, circlets, and money were looted from the bodies. Her sisters greedily snatched up what they could grab when they heard a scary voice.
"You cannot hide this any more." the voice said behind them. Zia sweated and soiled herself when the voice appeared out of nowhere. She shook with fear as did her own sisters as they turned to see the source.
Terezene was levitating above the floor with a strange aura encircling her. Her eyes were black and hair floating around. A black smoke came out of her mouth as she spoke. This was the work of either a demon or some other witchcraft.
"For years I have lain dormant under your house waiting for a chance to cleanse this house of you." the possessed Terezene said. Her body quaked a little as whatever possessed took more control.
"I have grown hungry for souls and flesh." the possessed Terezene said licking its lips and chin with a long, thick, gray tongue. Zia and her sisters were far too terrified to speak. A possessed Terezene levitated towards them with a grin that showed rows of sharp, rotten, and grotesque teeth. It was a smile that would cause bones to shiver. Zia crawled for the door not caring about her soiled clothing. She pushed her sisters out of the way to escape. Something sharp, and pointy pinned her to the floor. A spear had been tossed to pin her down. Some power turned her to face her sisters. Adya was forced to the floor by black smoke and hands that ruined her on the floor while tearing her to shreds slowly. Kaya was ripped to pieces by Terezene's new master that began to eat her. Adya's flesh was absorbed into the hands that transported it to the possessed body. Kaya was eaten alive while screaming. When the possessed Terezene was done with those two Zidfe was chopped up and skewered for devouring. Terezene's hands then stretched outward like rubber and ripped her from the spear that tore her body apart. She was eaten head first and swallowed by the very demon that awoke in the house.
Along the mountains in the western borders once lived a large family. Among Mulzaneen society each family was to have at least one warrior/soldier, a magic user, healer, a merchant, and a craftsman. Unless the father or mother were merchants and craftsmen the children would have to pick that up at some point if their path was not selected to be a warrior. Spears, sabers, scimitars, long curved machete blades known as Dhoghans, Bardiches, double bladed sword staffs, and Glaives lined the wall in the family armory. On the opposite side were mannequins with the Mulzaneen pieces of armor her ancestors wore into battle. She did not count how many there were since she cared little about her family's history of serving Mulzan for centuries. As the fourth daughter born in the family that was eradicated by the invaders and now disease she was left with three other sisters. Apparently the one time disease only worked on males. It was a trick that could only be done once to a certain number of people and it backfired on them. Despite the setback the Gantronese were still able to bend the Mulzaneen to their will.
"Hurry up this is taking too long!" she shouted over her shoulder. Her sister Terezene the fourth sister was supposed to wear the ancient traditional garb and greet their guests. Zia being the more responsible one was the second oldest sister. Zidfe the other sister waddled over with a bowl of tonight's meal. She had a pleasant thick woman in a more modern style of their female tunic and dress. It overlapped a little yet it still fit her.
"What is that?" Zia asked looking a little unsure as to what Zidfe cooked up this time.
"Crab with a few other fish. Kayan's servants went out fishing along the sea again." Zidfe answered honestly with a bit of attitude.
"Could you add a bit more seasoning?" Zia requested taking a sniff of the soup or whatever she was making for tonight.
"I'll add the usual fruits and vegetables that go with fish then see how it tastes then." Zidfe said with a bit of sass in her voice.
"Go on and make us all want to vomit." Zia urged her on.
"Should I poison us all and be done?" Zidfe offered.
"Give us a few more years." Zia replied.
"How many guests does Terezene's cleavage need to greet tonight?" Zidfe asked cackling. Zia could not help but laugh as well. These guests were nobles, aristocrats, famous singers, gladiators from Rhes Tarim, and young musicians hoping to make it big.
"According to our eldest sister twenty-two guests will be arriving in one hour." Zia answered Zidfe who returned to the kitchen. She had the kitchen staff help her with the meals. Kaya was having the main hall prepared for the dinner.
Zia went up to the dressing room where Terezene was taking her time for some reason. She decided to barge in on her fifth sibling who was adopted from a travelling family who hailed from Koriv. Ever since the Gantronese took over most of the region when they first invaded foreigners, and their kind roamed about Mulzan. It allowed further trade, business, and progress with some things in Mulzan. Yet their warlike attitude did not die. Many warriors, and soldiers from each household bent their will to the invader. For decades they fought a series of conflicts alongside the Gantronese in various enemies. Despite the wars Mulzan's population increased. She opened the door to find Terezene in the finest robed tunic that revealed a nice cleavage for the guests. The young, beautiful Terezene did not look happy she was in distress over this. Zia did not care for her ever since their father died.
"Well you have one hour before the guests arrive! Clean those tears off first then put on your make up!" Zia barked at her adopted sister who was the more gentle, fragile soul of their household. Their youngest sister had that stunning beauty that lured men easily with her curves, and appearances. She went by many names and had a black heart that she used to tear men's hearts apart for fun.
"Adya is on her way with the guests. Do not disappoint us this time!" Zia said sharply at her adopted sister who she saw as an outsider since she entered the house. She knew it was out of the forced kindness of her father however Terezene was treated as a noble.
"I..I will do- d- do as you say Lady of the House." Terezene stammered on her words showing a hint of fear in her eyes. Zia could tell she was afraid of what was to come.
Zia snapped her fingers and ordered the servants to prepare her for tonight. She left the adopted sister to the care of the servants who had not left since their Father's death. Zia walked through the large house passing other rooms that belonged to other adopted children. Since their mother gave birth to only girls their father had to adopt three boys to compensate for lack of males in their household. Through the halls Zia fought the urges to recall her childhood memories. Each memory was a good one, however as she grew older her life changed. Zia met a woman who was cruel to people and used them anyways. She learned many deeds from this woman who disappeared by the time Terezene entered the picture. Passing the rooms of her adopted brothers caused flashes of anger over her. Zia did not want to believe she was born out of a womb, but had always been there. Some of the brothers' names came back to her and she shook them away. Recalling how her father treated the adopted sons irked her to no end. She was delighted with her sisters when they died one by one. Each one was a death on the battlefield or in the Unknown Lands.
It was by her own hands that one of the sons and their father died tragically. After their mother left for strange reasons she grew closer to her sisters, and that witch woman. For the rest of the hour she went outside to check on the gardens to see how trim and perfect they were. Each gardener was smacked for no reason other than her own pleasure. Outsiders made slaves of the Mulzaneen that was just enough to punish the ones who willingly served them. Those who entered their house for an event never came out. As she walked through the garden something hit her. Their new masters would be on her if word got out or if the individuals who entered their house were found missing. It was why she chose to kill off travelers who would usually head out somewhere else the next day.
"Make sure the flowers look healthy!" she barked at the servants before heading back inside. Going through the entrance she found everything had been prepared and the food was still cooking. Looking at the decorations and tables placed she rubbed her hands together with delight. Terezene exited her room with the finest clothing with cleavage revealed and make up on.
"Good you look very delightful and eye catching. Don't take that as a compliment." Zia said with a warning. She took her position at the end of the dining hall as Terezene took hers at the door. Kaya would be here soon with the thugs, and assassins who attacked the guests while they were at the back of the house.
She heard a convoy of vehicles come up to the house, park, doors opening and slamming shut. Voices could be heard and all of them complimented Adya who lead the entire party up to the large house. Terezene greeted each guest who in turn greeted her with a rough kiss, a fondle, grope, or slap on the buttocks as Adya had instructed them to. Zia took pleasure in watching this for her it would either be a pleasurable dance or something else. All the guests came roaming in after greeting Terezene roughly. Each one entered the dining area.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen welcome to our home! Our reputation and hospitality is the finest you will find in Mulzan. Please seat yourselves!" Zia beckoned. She turned to the right to see the musicians they had abducted from the city. With a sharp gesture of the head she ordered them to start playing. She walked up to Terezene and pinched her hard to get her attention.
"Dance!" she hissed in her ear. As the guests sat down Terezene began the dance that was meant to be done with little clothing. She began to strip herself before the guests to the beat of the music. Zia watched the guests and the adopted sister with the urge to kill them all herself. She and her sisters had been doing this for years and no one batted an eye or even noticed. Each time they had the vehicles driven to the south and left in the Unknown Lands. Terezene was groped and fondled as she passed closer to the guests. Some grabbed her and smelled her while others left her alone. Zia could tell some of them did not really like this. She was about to act as the sweet hostess when the food was finally brought to the guests. Zia and her sisters sat at their own table allowing Terezene to eat with them. Three of the sisters ate like pigs while Terezene at slowly trying hold back the tears.
"Kaya will be here soon with the hired hands. All the bodies must be stripped of valuables and burned or fed to the monsters in the jungles. Then the cars will be taken by us as gifts." Zia said in a hushed tone. Her sisters cackled at this then finished eating. As the guests were finishing up some of them came up to check on Terezene. Her sisters faked their sympathy for her.
. Kaya slipped in to the dining room with a bowl of Zidfe's soup. Zia looked at her with eagerness that their plan would go as a followed. All the guests would be here and the 'bandits' would storm the house and kill them here. Night came as the hours went by and the musicians still played. She looked out the the window from where she sat and saw a group of shadows approaching the house.
"They are here, Terezene go to your room. Sisters prepare to loot what is left." She said trying not to laugh. Terezene did as she was told when a rather handsome looking man in the Grevaskii uniform cornered her at the door. Silent words were spoken to her making her blush. She giggled a little at the exit. Zia was enraged and picked up a knife. No man is going to love that girl. Zia quickly checked to see the hired hands rushing up to the house. In a loud bang the so called bandits, and burglars raced in with machetes drawn, covered in black powder, and piercings. Giving out cries that terrorized victims they rushed up to the party guests. That is when the massacre inside the room started. Guests screamed as they were pounced upon, hacked to pieces, others decapitated. Some jumped up to escape only to be cornered and cut down. Zia got up to stab the Grevaskii in the back. Terezene screamed at her forcing Zia to back hand her to the floor. Zidfe, Kaya, and Ayda either fled or killed the musicians so their acts would never be spoken of. Zia dropped the blade and turned to see the burglars rush out of the house. Twenty two party guests lay dead, hacked to pieces, stabbed, and beaten to death in a mock party. A waste of good food, however riches could be found among them. All four sisters dropped down and began looting the bodies with greed. Rings, Necklaces, prized trinkets, coins, rubies, bracelets, arm braces, circlets, and money were looted from the bodies. Her sisters greedily snatched up what they could grab when they heard a scary voice.
"You cannot hide this any more." the voice said behind them. Zia sweated and soiled herself when the voice appeared out of nowhere. She shook with fear as did her own sisters as they turned to see the source.
Terezene was levitating above the floor with a strange aura encircling her. Her eyes were black and hair floating around. A black smoke came out of her mouth as she spoke. This was the work of either a demon or some other witchcraft.
"For years I have lain dormant under your house waiting for a chance to cleanse this house of you." the possessed Terezene said. Her body quaked a little as whatever possessed took more control.
"I have grown hungry for souls and flesh." the possessed Terezene said licking its lips and chin with a long, thick, gray tongue. Zia and her sisters were far too terrified to speak. A possessed Terezene levitated towards them with a grin that showed rows of sharp, rotten, and grotesque teeth. It was a smile that would cause bones to shiver. Zia crawled for the door not caring about her soiled clothing. She pushed her sisters out of the way to escape. Something sharp, and pointy pinned her to the floor. A spear had been tossed to pin her down. Some power turned her to face her sisters. Adya was forced to the floor by black smoke and hands that ruined her on the floor while tearing her to shreds slowly. Kaya was ripped to pieces by Terezene's new master that began to eat her. Adya's flesh was absorbed into the hands that transported it to the possessed body. Kaya was eaten alive while screaming. When the possessed Terezene was done with those two Zidfe was chopped up and skewered for devouring. Terezene's hands then stretched outward like rubber and ripped her from the spear that tore her body apart. She was eaten head first and swallowed by the very demon that awoke in the house.
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