Hope He Is Okay After That Life story

Back in the year of 2016 I had my own apartment in Brook Berry Park Apartments in Winston-Salem North Carolina. During that time I was currently hosting a couple of Chinese Exchange Students who came here for college. Well they had to get through our high school system first. It was unfortunate they had to come through an agency named ISES International Students Educational Services. That name sounded more like a terrorist group yes, but it is not remotely close to it. On a certain month in the year I was taking the boys back home after school. That was my duty and my job aside from the Substitute Teaching that I did alongside volunteer work at the Second Harvest Food Bank.

On Country Club Road I was in heavy, heavy traffic. It was of course, 4:00 p.m. and all the schools were letting out along with certain jobs. We had to stop and wait for the light to turn green. That was not the most fun thing to do unless you have music, singing, or an awesome conversation with those people. I mean the type of music people like to listen to not the campy, lame stuff. While we stopped in traffic a cyclist came riding up behind me. I thought nothing of it other than why are you riding your bike on this road in this traffic? There were certain other word choices going through my mind of course. Wouldn't know the blind, stupid son of a gun slams right into the back of my car. The impact and sound scared the crud out of me. I but on the parking break an went to check on him.

I found him on the grass with his bike next to him. He must have moved after that or something. I literally asked the dude. "Are you okay dude?" I was scared he had broken his bones or had lost his tooth. But nooo, he was on the grass and looked at me and said "Whoah." He got up like it was almost nothing. He said he was not hurting any way. I said "Bull##t" in my own head. The guy introduced himself and I apologized to him just to be a kind heart person. I looked at the back windshield and he left this face print on it. It was in the shape of his face and cheek. He told me to head on the road and that he would be found. It is now 2018 and I have seen plenty of cyclists on the road. None of them are him unless I have missed something or he hasn't been out the same time I have. Despite him hitting my car and not putting on his breaks, which all bikes do come with I wonder to myself "Hope he is okay After that". That is the end of my story. I hope none of the cyclists will have beef with me after that come 2019. 

A Dragon Knight's Encounter Continued

"Now that they are in their own corners sit down and join us." Bob invited Tioban over to his booth.

The Dragon Knight placed his shield down and his weapons against their half of the booth. He took a seat next to the female Pirate Lord Black Katherine, who eyed him with some interest. Across from him were Lurkos the Dark Orc, and Gary or Gerald the Beast Hunter. Gary appeared a little large for most Elves and had a strong chin and had the resemblance of a stubble. There was enough room for six people at this booth, which allowed Bob to seat himself with the other two. Bob was really known as Boramere Denson a Clansman with a tail who had risen in the ranks in the Black Coats and earned the title of Knight. He became a Champion to this world and a few others according to the stories.

"Who are you sir Dragon Knight?" Bob asked Tioban with a smile on his face.

"My name is Sir Tioban  Elarkson of the Red-Iron Wyverns. I have come here searching for any work or anyone who needs an extra man for a quest." Tioban said with an honest voice. He almost felt like he was back in the academy for knights and heroes right after his academic schooling years were done. These four were legends, outlaws, heroes, champions, and the best warriors/monster slayers. He looked at Black Katherine who appeared to be tall with dark hair, and similar looking to Bob for some reason. Only she had no beard and her female facial features were too defined. She wore a black pirate suit made from leather with pieces of combat armor over her outfit. It appeared to work for her since she was a pirate and was armed with a long sword, and decorative cutlass. Across from her was the Orc named Lurkos who wore the layered armor with his Tribal Insignia painted on it. His weapon of choice was the war bow, and war hammer. As for the Elf named Gerald the Beast Hunter, he was armed with a broad rapier, a crossbow, and a  long axe next to him. Beside Gerald sat Sir Bob Denson of the Clans in his White Crusader Armor and his Clan Surcoat with the Griffon and the Tree on his Breast Plate. Bob was armed with a Hand a Half Sword, a curved dagger, an Axe, a Falchion, and a large round shield to go on his back.

"Well we are not looking for any one of that sort just yet. However we could interest you in a crusade or some future raids. If that does not suffice with you then Buckface the Wizard could lend an extra spot for one such as you. Or you could ask that woman over there!" Bob said cheerfully with a big grin on his face and in his eyes. Black Kat looked over at who he was referring to and looked back at him.

"That is the Black Lion's Wife Lady Alise the Green Sorceress of the Serpents. She is looking to hire someone to go down a tunnel this week." She pointed out.

"Oh." Bob said with a surprised expression. "Well talk to her then."

Lurkos and Gerald sniggered at him. Black Kat tried very hard not to laugh at Bob who only looked up at the ceiling. He wondered if Bob could handle the Dragon Knights who prowled the areas of their world. Tioban got up from the booth and approached the Black Lion's Wife who sat with three other figures. Two of these figures were swordsmen wearing the Yellow Tunic and the Black Lion sigil over their chainmail armor. Beside Lady Alise was another woman wearing a pink dress crying over something. As he approached the two Swordsmen looked up and sprung into action.

"Halt Sir you are approaching Lady Alise Mahkay of the Black Lions and Princess Mary III of the Pike Mountain. State your business Dragon Cur!" one of the Swordsmen barked at him.

"Sir Denson sent me to your Lady. I hear she is in need of an extra sword." Tioban said honestly giving them a slight bow.

Both Swordsmen eyed him suspiciously due to his status as a Dragon Knight. They sat back down to nudge Lady Alise and Princess Mary. Each woman looked up to see this one Knight who was offering his blade to Lady Mahkay's cause. Princess Mary had tears going down her cheeks and Lady Mahkay was holding her hand. They kept their gaze on him for a few moments before saying a word.

"What do you want?" Lady Mahkay's asked her facial expression hardened a little seeing that he was a Dragon Knight.

"I have come to offer my hand in service to your Ladyship. You see I am a Dragon Knight searching for work or jobs." Tioban said to the two women.

"Very well meet us outside at the stables. Come alone at the stables." Lady Mahkay replied to him. She stood up from the table lifting Mary up from her chair. The two women left the table with their swordsmen following suit. 

Lia's Bag of Bewilderment

In High School Lia carried a giant bag for a purse or at least had a large bag since it was trending. Every day she would bring it to school and most days her friend Thomas would grab it and look inside. She was small enough to fit inside this bag. I myself wanted to fit inside this bag as well just for laughs. At the auditorium I hung out with some of the crew and cast members for the upcoming play. In the hall between the auditorium and the dressing room I watched Thomas snatch the bag from Lia's hands.

"Oh my god this is a huge bag!" Thomas exclaimed like some girls would in his own voice. He was always entertaining and fun to be around. 

"This is a bag of gratuitous bewilderment. You can put anything inside this bag!" He said almost shouting while looking inside.

"I just carry it around with almost everything I need." Lia said trying not to laugh harder than she was at the moment.

"You could be a spy or some thing. Have you been spying for the Wizards or something?" Thomas questioned her as if he was an agent interrogating a suspect.

"I work for the fairies!" she said giggling. She tried to get the bag back from Thomas but he yanked it from her reach and put his head inside.

When he put it on his head the bag engulfed him. It dropped to the floor like nothing was holding it up. Lia stared at the bag in shock that Thomas disappeared inside the bag. I almost crapped my pants when I saw Thomas disappear into the bag of bewilderment.

"Lia what happened to Thomas and why didn't you warn us?" I asked her feeling a little scared.

"Just go need to void now then meet me back here okay!" Lia nearly snapped at me.

"Um okay?" I responded realizing she could smell me. I was little put off by what she demanded but I raced to the bathroom, found an empty stall, swung the door the open and proceeded to use the bathroom after slamming the door shut. When I was done and cleaned up and the toilet flushing everything down I exited the bathroom feeling fantastic. I did a super hero pose before meeting Lia back at the auditorium.

"I am back now let's get Thomas back!" I said feeling very heroic at the moment after relieving myself.

Lia was laying the bag down and began spreading it out. Whatever Lia was doing she seemed have done this multiple times. She opened the bag even further. It stretched like a rubber band would as she pulled it. In a moments notice Lia stepped inside the bag. She also disappeared like Thomas did. Not knowing what to do I picked up the bag and placed it in a corner where no one would bother it before diving in.

A Dragon Knight's Encounter

He dismounted off his steed that was more dragon like with some resemblance to a deer. He lead his mount over to a secluded part of the stable at the Tavern-Inn that rested on a hill. It's location was a little strange for a tavern however the surrounding landscape were mostly hills. Rivers divided many of the hills. All over the landscape were farms, small dwellings, villages, small castles, towers, and forts and the defended walled in villages. For many travelers, and adventurers this land had plenty of Taverns, and Inns to eat, rest, drink, and receive warm companionship. This particular Tavern used to be a Baron's Bastion style Tower-Fort before the family died out and the all the servants, and retainers left. He walked over to the door hearing faint music, laughter, and many voices inside.

Opening the door to the Tavern the Dragon Knight discovered an entire hall and chamber decorated and refurnished as a Common Area for all patrons. Seated on benches, tables, and booths were no more than sixty other patrons. He looked around in search for an empty spot for him to sit. Working at the afternoon shift were close to sixteen servers, cooks, bartenders, and the host. The host was a tall half elf with a small beard that he kept trimmed every week. He welcomed this Dragon Knight who just entered the Tavern. He gave the most gracious smile he could give the Knight as he walked further inside his establishment. Out of curiosity the Knight paused to look at this Half Elf who greeted him. He wondered what his age really was, and how long this establishment had been open. This host still held the same grin on his face. It was obvious this Tavern Host and Most likely Owner had ill will against Knights like himself. He was a Dragon Knight after all however they were not as infamous as the Robbers, Bandits, or the Dreaded Black Knights who came over every season looking for a new victim or town to ruin.

"What is your name good sir, and are you the owner of this establishment?" The Dragon Knight said as if he was requesting this information.

"My name is Bostraerus a former Adventurer before I discovered this place. For over ten years the "Brave Stallion" has been open to all travelers, Merchants, explorers, adventurers, and heroes such as yourself. Please take a seat wherever you like as long as it is empty or you are invited to that spot." Bostraerus gestured at the large Common Area.

"Uh by what name do you go by Sir Knight?" Bostraerus asked him. A question like that triggered him a little. This Dragon Knight did not care to share his name with anyone. All he wanted was to be called or known as a Dragon Knight and nothing more. His name was to be kept a secret at all costs unless it was requested by a warrior, knight, or someone of authority.

"Bostraerus are you a warrior or a knight?" the Dragon Knight demanded looking at him in the face.

"I was an adventurer and before that quite the soldier and received the rank of Captain of a small team of fighters." Bostraerus responded with an expression that said go plow yourself knight.

"Very well then Bostraerus the Tavern Keeper." The Dragon Knight leaned over to whisper his name. "I am Sir Tioban Elarkson of the Red-Iron Wyverns. My own house consider's me an outcast, yet they still show love each year. Now Bostraerus I have given you my name. Don't put my name down, put another name down."

"I will call you Thomson then." Bostraeus replied looked a little puzzled and intimidated.

"Good, now do you know what goes on in these parts of Greater Anapes?" Sir Tioban asked him.

"There is this um, guy who has begun to form a party of adventurers, and fighters for a quest down some tunnel. His name is Buckface the Red Haired Wizard. That Wizard is a strange one some but her is agitating to most." Bostrareus said as if he was warning Tioban.

"Where can I find him?" He asked looking around. He found no such figure inside the Common Area.

It was not seconds later when a peculiar figure with wild red hair entered the Tavern. He donned a stupid pointy hat, has long curly red hair, has buck teeth, bushy eyebrows, crooked nose, a skinny physique under three layers of robes. Around his neck were an assortment of various necklaces with many items from gemstones, animal skulls, bones, and amulets of different origins. This bushy eye brow Wizard squinted at him with a glare.

"Excuse me sir Knight No one! You are in our way!" The Wizard said with a gusto voice that was more nasal than powerful. He jabbed a long bony finger into Tioban's Armor.

"I see no one else other than you, Wizard!" Tioban snapped at him. He grabbed the finger and squeezed it causing the Wizard to wince. The Wizard wrenched his hand free and snapped a finger. The door opened again and a larger figure entered the room. It was clad in the most blackest of Armors and donned a helmet that was the size of a large bucket. It appeared more like a diver's helmet attacked to the armor itself. The visor was large enough for the wearer to have a clear view. Whoever the larger figure was it took off its helmet to reveal it was a male Orc with pale skin and zero scars. A short Mohawk was all he had on his head. Tioban was about to study face even further when he heard a blast and he found himself hurling across the room. He landed on a table of female warriors in Combat Armor of different varieties, and colors. These ladies were certainly not from this part of the land. Each one grabbed him up and stood him on his two feet. Neither of them wanted anything to do with this fight for some reason. Their race were warriors and had tails, however they muttered something about refraining from a bar fight. Every patron stood up ready to fight or watch while all the staff raced for a safe place to hide. Tioban's focus was on Buckface the Wizard. He unsheathed his sword ready to fight in this very Tavern when a familiar figure grabbed his arm to stop him. Tioban looked up to see it was non other than Bob Denson a well known Knight and a Commander of the Black Coats.

"Bob? Is that Bob Denson of the Clans?" Tioban asked in disbelief.

"Yes it is you stubborn Dragon." Bob said with a grin. He had allowed his hair to grow shaggy, and a beard was growing. Bob escorted Tioban over to a booth where a few other individuals sat. Bob introduced him to each person another orc with dark skin and white markings on his face named Lurkos, a blonde haired elf known as Gary the Beast Hunter, and a Female Pirate Lord who called herself Black Katherine. He noticed Bob then turned towards the Wizard and his Orc friend who seemed to soil their pants or shiver when he was about to make a step towards them. Both of them left the Tavern for some time only to return and sat in the farthest corner of the establishment.

Mockshah's Conch Hunt

Aboard a Xebec of the Pirate Captain Black Katherine the Legendary Duchess of Pirates an experienced human pirate from a mysterious planet paced around his cabin. It was a medium sized one suitable for his needs while on this trip that was to last a single day. His position as a pirate had just earned him a new name among all the pirates of the cosmos. He had begun his pirating days as short adventures at age sixteen. Some taller versions of himself did take him on adventures whenever he had loads of free time and school was out for the summer. It was an agreement he made with them at age seven. Their names escaped him because he stopped seeing them after some time. He had a few run ins with one of them whose fiancé and ex wife was attending the same college he was. Mocksha was pacing the room at the age of 27 and becoming a Pirate Lord. Having such a rank among pirates, buccaneers, and corsairs made him important, respected, and authority over a legion of pirates. On his home world he had two jobs and some volunteering to do. That kept him busy however it did not satisfy him the least bit. For about ten minutes he continued to pace the room at a time that was certainly 10:00 am in the morning.

“Okay Mocksha, and Beowulf they want you to go inside that shipwreck and find the Conch of a busty Mermaid who clearly does not wear a top.” He said to himself knowing he cannot reveal his true name to anyone aboard this ship.

Aboard the Xebec of the famous Duchess Katherine Hawkinson were approximately twenty-eight other passengers. Each one of them were greeted on board by the Duchess and himself like hosts would at a party. These passengers included a master fisherman and his apprentice who looked strangely like Mocksha coming to see the aquatic life of Kat’s home world, an archaeologist seeking adventure, a Hispanic woman who appeared to be a gorgeous version of the famed Medusa. Her hair was styled to look like snakes. Other passengers included a pirate who looked like his twin, but went under the name of Jack, newly-weds accompanied by the groom’s mother after their honeymoon, a very stunning female samurai who eyed him suspiciously, a photographer, the groom’s aunt who tagged along, a trio of privateers off duty and an adorable agent who got herself stuck in a vent one time. A pair of Gnome Craftsmen and Blacksmiths who saw him as a busy fellow, a couple going on for the ride, a knight or hero with two female companions, and a co-worker. A dark elf pilot who hailed from an advanced civilization who showed interest in this United States, and Canada. The other passengers were all Lamia, which he was rendered speechless when he saw them. He was introduced to each one of them alongside the crewmembers who worked to keep the guests attended and cared for. A knock came at his door.

“Ste- I mean Mocksha are you ready?” he heard Kat’s voice through the door cracks.

“Yes Kat I am ready.” He responded.

“Okay good come on out and put this on. It should protect you from that monster I warned you about.” She said indicating to something he thought was the Kraken or something like that.

“Sure I’ll put that on.” Mockshah said not really into this idea of hers. He wanted a way out of this, however the adventure itself was intriguing. Mockshah put on the diver’s suit. Black Kat escorted him over to the starboard where they dropped in him into the water.

Wasting no time at all he propelled himself towards the landmass that was the island the shipwreck was on. He was in a diving suit that looked more like an astronaut’s and cosmonaut’s spacesuit.

Looking down at the seafloor Mockshah saw the various sea life cluttering the ocean. Seagrass, coral reefs, and marine life was all he could see through the visor. The rogue-pirate saw the island he was supposed to find this Conch shell. In his mind he believed he would have to go into some underwater cave. Propelling his suit forward he saw the island coming up fast. He sped up a little just to reach the beach. His feet had to climb up the loose sand before hitting the harder surface. On the beach he immediately took off the suit and placed it near a rock. Taking precautions, he covered the suit with any loose foliage he found on the beach. Wearing his pirate clothing Mockshah dug in the pack that was attached to the suit. Inside he found his pair of knives, and set of pistols Kat gave him. The last weapon he found in the pack that had food and water was a Kukri machete. Equipping himself with what he needed Mockshah progressed with the mission. On the beach head he found a path in the brush that lead him to the island’s jungle. Most of the island’s wildlife left him alone as he cut through the jungle. For several minutes he kept finding parts of the path then had to forge his own when he discovered it was blocked by foliage. Mocksha eventually found the mouth of a cave that he was told to look for. It had ruins carved in it and all sorts of treasures could be seen running along its sides and pouring out. He followed the path of gold to a large cavern. Here he discovered heaps of gold, trinkets, golden items, jewelry, various gemstones, and all sorts of artifacts found in a hoard of treasure. Looking around the cavern he noticed a crater inside the cavern that was the size of a gym he used to go to for exercise. Mocksha snooped around with his eyes glued to the gold while trying to focus on the mission. His eyes lit up with wonder and lust for all this gold. It would be just moments before he began snatching it up and running for it if he did not keep his stuff together.

“Okay Mockshah that large breasted Mermaid wants you to find her Conch. If you are not careful you may find yourself saying a dirty word.” Mockshah said to himself as he continued to search for this Conch. Among the heaps of gold he spotted something that resembled a shell. Relief built up inside him as he approached this shell. It rested on a golden pedestal with a platter on it and the shell itself resting on top. His eyes glued on this shell that appeared so beautiful. It was no wonder that busty mermaid wanted the conch so bad. Licking his lips and getting ready to pick it up like it was some trap Mockshah made his move. He slowly put his hands on what he assumed was the Conch. Without warning he heard something move inside the cavern. Mockshah nearly crapped himself then twirled around with the conch in one arm.

“Who is there?” He shouted in the cavern hearing his voice eco inside. He was clearly taken off guard by all this gold. It would have been worse if there was an entire room full of busty women. There he may not be able to control himself even if they were clothed and desired him. Mockshah hardly showed interest in women back home because he was disciplined and reserved.

The noise came again only this time he saw movement under the heaps of gold. Coins clattered against each other as whatever moved emerged from all the gold that covered it. Mockshah gripped his weapon ready to fight whatever he woke up. It slowly moved along with other things that moved like snakes. The snake like things seemed to be recoiling for some reason. He backed away a little to keep an eye on the movement then he bumped into something fleshy and hard. He turned around to see something that resembled a octopus’ head mixed with something else entirely. Mockshah swung his blade and cut into it before making a run for the exit. It shrieked with pain before its tentacles came after him. With his berserk mode he moved around trying to fend off these tentacles while trying to escape. All he needed was to get out of here since he found the conch. As he fought them off more tentacles wrapped around his left leg then pulled him up from the ground. Other tentacles wrapped around him as he struggled to get free. Mockshah squirmed as hard as he could trying to get free. It worked a few times yet the tentacles squeezed him harder. He resorted to biting the tentacles which resulted in him getting slapped across the face by each one. His life was in danger and he let his berserker mode take control. Feeling the strength of a god Mockshah grabbed a tentacles then dug his nails into them. This hurt the monsters forcing it to drop him. Taking no time Mockshah picked up his Kukri and charged at this thing. It panicked and squirted him with strange liquid that he hoped it was not something too foul. Whatever this tentacle monster was it slipped away into the ceiling. He puked out whatever had entered his system before grabbing the conch and rushing out of the cave. That was the last time he would even go to this island. However that was not the first encounter he had with such a creature. He raced back to the beach head in search of his suit. Mockshah was drenched in whatever that beast sprayed him with. At the beach he discovered the mermaid and Black Kat waiting for him by a boat and his suit.

“Here you are the conch that you wanted.” Mockshah said tossing the conch before the mermaid. It landed within arm’s reach of her. She picked it up and examined it as if he had gotten th wrong one for some reason.

“Now a deal is a deal Mermaid tell me about my love interest. What has she been doing and where is she?” Mockshah demanded.

Eva Arrow

Whatever he was doing it had to be stopped. This Mockshah character needed to be brought to justice now. For the past two years this one pirate-rogue took out various targets like an assassin, hitman and a thug all in one. She stood in her temporary office studying pictures of him in his duster-trench coat that covered him. He wore a beanie under a classic mobster hat or had it inside out to switch colors. In every photograph she examined his face was either concealed by a black bandanna, or a face mask, or the photographer did not get his full face. As she examined each one that was mostly exposed she could not help the feeling that she knew who this was. Was this someone from her past?

"Eva, do you have a lead on who this "Mockshah" really is?" she heard Commissioner Pulimius' voice emerge from the left side of her room.

"Um I have some idea as to who he could be, but I do not have a real name." Eva admitted scratching her chin. It confused her the most on how she could not get a hold of this one damned pirate who single handed took down several gangs of rapists, murderers, kingpins, thieves, thugs, arsonists, crooks, and the most arduous of villains. Many of the city's villains would slip away or get the off the hook after a year in jail.

"How can he slip through our city's police force like that for the past two years? I will not say this anyone else I appreciate him taking down all those monsters that plagued our city, ruined our lives, and destroyed those poor gorgeous officers." Pulimius said trying to hold back tears. Many of the Commissioners finest agents and police officers had been assaulted, ravaged, and forced into acts with multiple rapists. It was a nightmare they had to keep under wraps to avoid further panic.

Even Eva tried to hold back the tears. Just thinking about those poor women in uniform being ravaged like that after fighting so hard to protect this city-state. Their city was a network of different cities with different names yet held the same name of Atlantis. In her mind she wished she could have been there to save all of them. Some survived feeling humiliated, others died, and the rest committed suicide feeling ashamed and had guilt about them. Whoever this Mockshah was he should no mercy towards such fiends who raped women. She looked at one of this handy work. A crook, arsonist, and an offender by the name of "Big Daddy Junk" had his head split open on a kitchen counter. It was inside his last victim's home who peed herself believing Mockshah would be after her as well.

"Just over two years and these monstrous gangs are running for their lives. This one man killed and maimed over seven hundred thirty-nine of these monsters. Over eighty of them soiled themselves. Out of the blue we have even more of these figures adding more to the body count of rapists, murderers, arsonists, bullies, thugs, heartless crooks. I have the names of two of these figures Balian, and this Mr. Simons who looks oddly like someone I knew." Eva said wondering if she could remember her days in college and all those she used to hang out with.

Her memories of college were slowly coming back to her in small pieces. However, that would have to be dealt with in the future. She had been drafted in to this little superhero business by Boromir "Bob" Denson who was nowhere to be found on this planet. In her heart she always wanted to be a superhero. Her convention days allowed her to pretend she was one with others despite their age. She looked at the Commissioner who had a dark-skinned complexion like an African American woman from Earth.

"This Mr. Simons character looks all too familiar even his bald head. I think his name is Patrick something. However, could he be Veillieux?" Eva pondered over this for a few seconds. She took one good look at Mockshah's jaw wondering if she had seen him before.

"Well, we have a name for one of those figures. I will notify the others. Now let us go ahead and deal with this "Civilized Spaldon" who managed to creep up from the sewers." Pulimius reminded her. Spaldons were new to her, they were like ugly frog looking humanoids who had various descriptions among their species or race. Most of them dwelt in the underworlds and in caves. They acted more like feral hostiles who happened to organize themselves. A few organized tribes could be found in the tunnels of the underground worlds. Their appearances were stout, pudgy, fat or scrawny and more misshapen in places.

"Of course I almost forgot." Eva said recalling her next assignment for this city. She left her office and went straight for her squad car that was assigned to her. Pulimius joined her in the car and they drove away from the Police Station that looked more like a cross between a fortress and an office building. Eva drove getting more glimpses of her past returning to her. She remembered all of her family members, and close friends. All her relatives appeared in her mind. Her real name was not to be revealed here on this world for some reason as she was hiding from stalkers, and those who hunted her down on her home world. Somehow, she could not feel like she was at home in this world.

Eva Arrow drove through the city towards an area that was called the Waterfront of Neptune. It was here some of the Spaldons or aquatic humanoids would emerge on the docks at night. With the help from Mermaids, and other Humanoids they managed to control the influx. Yet they failed to capture Mockshah and his pirate crew. The two officers drove through a rundown neighborhood with the sun going down. At night this part of the city was not always the friendliest, yet it was not nearly as hostile as the parts under the M.O.R. whose name she would not utter period. Eva stopped when she spotted a strange looking creature holding a group of young residents hostage. He had multiple arms and a few knives. She got out of the car in her hero outfit that did not make her look silly among all the uniformed officers. Striking a combat pose she did not hesitate to dash towards the Spaldon. She heard the young ones crying and pleading to be saved and to be let go.

Just like a martial artist or master fighter Eva launched herself and kicked the spaldon midair. She performed a flip while the Spaldon dropped everything and collapsed on the ground. When Eva landed she looked up to see a figure of her height applauding her yet there was no sound coming from the clapping. This person must have worn leather gloves to muffle the sound and it was cold this time of year on this world. She stood up with all the kids and family members surrounding her. The kids jumped up and cheered, some of the mothers grabbed her and thank her for saving their children. Eva took this gratitude with praise and gave each of the kids a hug. She looked up to see the figure had moved onto the roof tops. She eyed him suspiciously wondering if that was Mockshah or not. 

The Strangest Affair

"Don't you dare tell me you've been seeing someone else!" Someone screamed in the apartment complex.

"Honey you had carnal relations with that, that DIVER!" another voice screamed at the top of their lungs.

"That's because you left me you spineless twit!" the first voice screamed even louder this time.

"I got you back my lovely dearest!" the second voice cried out in a panicked voice. It was followed by something being thrown and smashing against something.

"Please don't throw any thing my puppies!" the panicked voice begged the other person.

"Puppies my puppies? Are you referring to my, my bosoms? You are a foul man! I should have locked you out years ago! My real name is Kasandra Abblebarrow! The only reason I never took your name for the past five years of our marriage was that my heart belonged to that diver!" Kasandra shrieked with anger in her voice. She held back tears of frustration.

"Kelly! I-" the male tried to calm her but she cut him off.

"There that is it you don't remember my name you lying cheater!" Kasandra snapped at him just to shut him up.

Whoever was listening came to the window of the apartment to see a married couple arguing. They had been climbing the rooftops of this city they had been assigned to watch over. It also involved some stealthy eavesdropping, which did not work on a particular human who happened to be part of several different races. That human did not look like he was awake. However he let her live seeing that he was a fan of her look alike. She continued to watch the married couple with some interest. If she recalled correctly this little rogue-spy who worked for the IGA saw this man play his cards on another girl.

"Baby kins, My gorgeous dove I want you, not some other slut! Please you must not read too much into this I was merely helping the poor girl!" the man said now begging on his knees. Abblebarrow walked up to him and slapped him across the face before retreating back to her original position.

"All my friends told me you had been going to strip clubs, hotels with other women, attended parties with a woman that was not me!" Kasandra shouted at him. He seemed to cower a little before replying back.

"I, I, I was only buying them drinks that is all!" he responded quickly. "We are all friends that is all!"

"Oh please, you have never had any friends of that sort. All of your friends are men from that club you were in since you were a child!" She barked at him.

"What are you talking about I have not seen them in years! What about that Mockshah character? It was all over the news." he said accusingly.

Without a single word this Kasandray Abblebarrow stormed up to him with a rolling pin in her hand. Her rage could easily be read on her face as it grew red. She was about to strike him with it when the phone rang. It stopped her from hitting him. Someone had to answer the phone. Abblebarrow placed the rolling pin on the table to answer the phone.

"Hello this is Kasandra Abblebarrow, Lieutenant Beezelbable's unfortunate wife with no children." she said on the phone trying not to cry.

"Oh, who are you then? His what?"

"You are his boyfriend?"

"Are you men lovers and gay for each other?"

"He had sex with you?"

"For how many years?"

"What the heck are you on about?"

"You, you are a, a rejected mutated demon who is neither male or female?"

"Well how does that even work?"

"SPARE ME THE DETAILS AND NEVER CALL HERE AGAIN YOU SICK.....THING YOU!" she shouted over the phone not wanting to hear anymore. She hung up the phone immediately with some disgust on her face. She looked at her husband as if she was about to vomit her stomach out. Kasandra straightened herself and took a deep breath. None of the said a single word. It was only their expressions that spoke. Miss Kasandra Abblebarrow shook her head is disbelief and left the kitchen.

"I am leaving for good! No do not stop me you sick, sick repulsive excuse for a, a, a piece of filth!" Kasandra said with a repulsed expression. All this Lieutenant Beezelbable could do was sit on the floor realizing he had lost his wife for good this time. Five years of marriage and no children to show for it.

Clogging the Tunnels

Some time after the large sweep that ended in the abrupt victory their forces moved on the next target. A planet already ravaged by invasions, however it still thrived. It was a planet that is a lost city according to legends of a world they believed never even existed. Whenever they spoke of such a world every else rolled their eyes in disbelief. That world was not on their charters. Although they still fought using melee weapons at times their technology was at a high advanced stage. Most of the buildings resembled a mix of modern, and medieval. Although the IGA required members to send troops to the aid of other worlds their forces needed to rest. Just a small force was sent to aid the next target.

That target was already overwhelmed with crime, rape, murders, enslavement, and raids. Most of the crime was cleared thanks to individuals from that one world deemed non-existent. For several years they have been sent in disguise and as hired killers to eradicate crooks, rapists, and thugs of this world. Now the enemy was at the main city's doorstep. All of its Watch and Military Forces were at the front lines. It left all the police who are women to defend the city itself. Thanks to the mysterious individuals the police could breath a little. An agent named Mockshah was cornered by his Lord Commander Bob Denson for a special mission.

"Mockshah come here." Bob ordered a young human who was about to put on his combat armor.

"Yes sir what is it?" Mockshah responded with a rogue like tone. He was still young and had been fighting this war since he was 4 years old. Monsters, bounty hunters, mutations, and others had gone after him all his life. Mockshah was from that world that did not exist according to charters. Yet he showed greater intelligence than most. Every time he did a mission he would either have it erased or his mind would play tricks on him making it look like it was all in his head.

"Soldiers from your world and another world like yours are coming here. The Crusaders are marshaling." Bob said to him ignoring the roguish attitude.

"Good let them light up Atlantis for us with their bombs, and automatic weapons." He said with a grin on his face.

"You are needed for something else. The inner-circle of command wants you to go in and act as a spy or one of them, cause mischief or spy on them if you wish." Bob said to him.

"Even though I will never remember a Zeus damned thing?" Mockshah replied to him now taking off the armor. "What should I go as?"

"A humanoid of some sorts." Bob said to him looking at the smaller version of himself. They looked just like each other. However Bob was taller and bigger than Mockshah. He also had a tail like a monkey whereas Mockshah had no tail just a hairy body and shaggy hair.

"Let me think." Mockshah said tapping his finger on his head and placed a hand on his chin. For several moments he thought in his head. "Aha! Boromir I have it! You guys can transform me into one of those orcs from that trilogy!"

"Where are you going with this Steve?" Boromir asked using Mockshah's real name.

"I can become an overseer or at least fake one and lure them away or into a trap!" Mockshah said with that sadistic look and crazy in his eyes.

"Okay Mockshah we'll do that." Bob agreed seeing there was no way he could talk him out of this. This human was an architect mastermind who admits he was not the brightest or the sharpest in the universe. Bob and his wife wanted to hit him for saying that about himself.

He led the human over to the purple skinned woman who can transform anyone to anything. She sat on a chair wearing a blue Sunday dress that made her appear tiny. Sandra was her name and she was no way part of the inner-circle what so ever.

"Ahem, um Sandra. Could you transform Mockshah into what ever orc he is thinking of?" Bob asked nicely hoping she would agree. There was no time for that they usually did to transform someone.

"Sure thing." She said then flicked a finger and Mockshah was transformed into that one orc he was thinking of.

"Well then looks like the scum will move along!" Mockshah growled in that rough voice. This made Bob laugh and Sandra just rolled her eyes.

Within moments the two of them raced to a speeder which appeared more like a damaged engine with fins. Yet it was too long to be considered an engine of any vehicles here. Both humanoids rode on the closest speeder. Bob drove with Mockshah holding on. At the fastest setting he made his way over the rubble, and landscape to the enemy's location. Using a cloaking device he was able to smuggle his small human ally to the horde of mutations and various humanoids. Mockshah immediately sprang into action taking out a whip. He found a group of half starved horde soldiers and began herding them towards the Atlantis Wall.

"To the gates you scum, move it, move it!" Mockshah roared at the horde of soldiers who obeyed his command. Bob watched in amusement as he took control over a probe that watches over Mockshah. He took a seat to watch this human fool an entire horde.

Many of the soldiers that formed the horde of the Oligarchy of Warlords were mutations and various types of spawn. Among them were many humanoid creatures of mythology. To Mockshah's world these creatures did not exist. Amused by this human's ability Bob sat on the seat of the speeder trying not to laugh.

"To those tunnels you disgusting slugs!" Mockshah yelled cracking his whip above their heads. Through the screen Boromir saw there were creatures the size of houses, and fat ones that could barely fit through a gate. Pushing them to move were overseers that looked like that one orc Mockshah portrayed. None of that made sense yet this was in a different part of the universe. He took this opportunity to contact the human using communication that was wired in his ear.

"Okay Mockshah this is going to sound crazy, but your supposed to be the overseer of those larger beasts." Bob said knowing the human would actually call bull crap on.

"That is bullshit!" Mockshah replied moving away from the thick line of mutants after being pushed away by another larger overseer. He turned his head and saw those large beasts.

"Good God Man! Those are some fat big ones! Okay I'll see what I can do." Mockshah said before switching it off.

Bob watched the human make his way to the large house sized monsters with big bellies and stubby arms. These things moved with a slow stride yet they still got to their destination. He watched his friend pull rank on an overseer then began moving to the back. Whatever he was doing it worked because he kicked the living daylights out of one overseer. He then barked out orders for the rest to move the largest ones through the tunnels first. As an orc he claimed it would demoralize the defenders if those things went first. Sure enough all the overseers stopped their units to allow the bigger ones to move in first. Just bellow the main walls were several large tunnels large enough for a castle to fit through. Mockshah the Overseer cracked his whip to move all the house sized monsters through these tunnels first. To his surprise no other commander even called him out.

"Get these pot bellied monsters over to the tunnels!" Mockshah yelled cracking his whip.

"I don't care if they are huge just get them in there that city falls today!" Mockshah yelled at one mutant who tried to object to his commands.

Among the forces that were already pouring in the tunnels these large beasts moved towards the main attraction. Arrows, and bullets rained down on them taking out thousands at a time. There were hardly any defenders on the ground which would end with a massacre. If they were on the ground the Atlantis troops would be overwhelmed and slaughtered. Numbers was what the mutated hordes relied on the most to win their battles. Half the time it worked on the field and in sieges. Other times the strategies flopped on their faces resulting in staggering losses. Mockshah kept at it with the whipping until he picked up a pike and poked the large beasts in the ass to get them to move faster. Having all the house sized fat monsters all together caused a disruption in the ranks. Many of them were smashed into a bloody jelly, other crushed into the ground. Some of them even left heaps or streaks of manure for the rest to step in, move around or climb over because of how crowded it was. Many of the mutations were pushed into the heaps while others slipped and fell. Mockshah was on the side of the huge monstrosities. He avoided the heaps and streaks of dung.

In the tunnels the human orc pressed the huge beasts into a passage with many other tunnels that branched off like roots. He pressed the big ones further down the biggest tunnels and passageways. Like a cattle herder he brought the horde of fat monsters through feeling like he was the enemy now. For what felt like a few hours the small human was able to get the huge beasts to a tunnel system that was too narrow or had ceilings way too low for the monsters to fit through. One by one the monsters got stuck and could not move with more of the smaller ones getting through. When the last ones appeared to be stuck he decided to make a run for it. He looked up at the ceilings and found a nice path to climb back up to the surface.

Confusing Ingredients

An octopus sat on his stool observing the list of ingredients. It was a long list of ingredients this one octopus was uncertain they even had half of the ingredients. Using their brain the octopus calculated twenty nine ingredients were needed for this. With one of his eight tentacles the octopus kept studying the long list of ingredients with a baffled expression. There is no way he could collect all these ingredients in one go, because the stores did not have all the ingredients. He scratched his head with another tentacle while wrapping his other tentacles around the legs of the stool.

How was he going to find twenty nine of these ingredients in an hour? Or did his boss give him at least a week or two to find these ingredients? Nothing was really going to stop him from finding these ingredients. It was only a matter of time, and where he could get these ingredients. His income was not doing so well either. Getting places wasn't going to be much trouble. There was a time table of tasks he had to complete. Pondering over what was in his own house he looked around. He got off the stool in search of these ingredients. Holding the list of ingredients he took a gander at the instructions and noticed he was in luck. Whatever this was it would take a while before it was fully complete. He just needed to put a lid on it. For nearly ten minutes he scrounged around the house finding food he would eat that were not on the list. When he found nothing he was forced to grab a ladder and placed it against the edge of the second floor that was open. He did have an attic and a basement however he would not find the ingredients there.

The octopus climbed up this ladder discovering a few boxes, bags, and flasks of liquids. He opened one of the boxes discovering it was full of mushrooms that should be eaten right away. Setting that aside he opened a bag full of some of the ingredients he needed. He crossed off four of the ingredients. He looked at one of the flasks that had a dark orange color to it. It was one of the ingredients so he grabbed that. Using his tentacle arms the octopus picked up the ingredients he gathered. Descending the ladder with these objects wasn't easy yet he managed.

Once he was down the octopus placed all the ingredients on the counter just have them there for when he got started. He only had five of the ingredients in his own house. Feeling hungry for an early lunch the octopus turned on the oven filled a large pot with water and sat it down. With one tentacle he adjusted the temperature to his house since it required him to. All he could now was cut the mushrooms and saute them in a frying pan. Grabbing ingredients for his meal the octopus turned on the kitchen lights so he could see better. A rain cloud was hovering above his house. 

A Teutonic Brother's Discovery

In the heavy snow a lone Brother of the Teutonic Order rode through the snow covered field. The landscape of Lithuanian territory. His Order's Crusade had been in full swing for the past few decades. Many of the Pagans of the Baltic Region North of Poland fought savagely against the Germans and their Crusader Armies. For years they had skirmishes, small battles, and few sieges. In this crusade against the Pagans of Europe. He never studied maps very much, but he did hear the Novgorod Republic was just on the other side of a large area of pagan tribes. During his years in the crusades the Teutonic Crusader learned the names of many of these tribes who fought them. The first of these tribes to face the wrath of Christendom were the Pomerianians, Pogesanians, Warmians, Natangians, and the Sambians. However those were just a few of the tribes they fought in what is now considered Prussia. A tribe called the Yotvingians harassed them every few seasons when it was not raining, and the soil was dry to ride upon. Other tribes in the Lithuanian area were known as Samogitians, and Aukstatians.

Through the winter landscape he kept riding his steed past the region that was once pagan territory. It was where another tribe called the Skalvians used to live. Up ahead he saw a small encampment of Crusaders Teutonic, Polish, Danish, and some who came as far as Bohemia. He joined these crusaders and rested his horse. The next morning the Crusaders broke camp and pressed on into the woods of the Lowland Lithuania. Around them were bodies of water that made the land appear like islands. It did not help that the landscape was covered in snow and the bodies of water were frozen. In a long line the crusaders cautiously trekked the thin patch of land that had trees on it. The only way they could get through easily was following the trees, which could hide an ambush or a trap. Pressing their steeds they went through some of the patches of trees discovering none of the tribes or pagans were waiting to ambush them. When they came to an area of the lowlands the force of about fifty Crusaders came upon a strange sight. A small group of figures wearing strange armor were being surrounded by a larger force what appeared to be monsters. These monsters were appearing out of some gate that would be considered a pagan arc of some sort.

Realizing these figures were in danger fifty five Crusaders and Teutonic Knights prepared to charge. On the other side of a field they came upon two other forces came charging at this horde. When the leader raised his sword the whole group charged. At full speed the mounted Crusaders ran down many of these strange monsters. Most of these monsters were deformed and had many limbs. With swords, maces, axes, and spears the Crusaders caught this small horde off guard. On his his the Brother swung his sword as a skilled warrior would on his horse back. To his surprise some of the creatures were about as tall as a man on a horse. He acted quickly feeling the heat of battle engulf him. Blood and limbs fell upon the snow. Mounted Crusaders made short work of the unsuspecting monsters. The two other forces melted away back into the woods for some reason. All around him he heard the battle grow fierce as more of these monsters come of the same arc. Weapons clashed, yells and war cries filled the air along with grunts, the screams of horses, growls, and screeches. None of his brothers fell to these monsters who appeared to be unarmored yet armed with crude weapons and extra limbs.

From the woods where the other forces melted away he saw Lithuanians, and Novgorodians come racing towards the horde. They had run down the other two forces who must have been monsters like these creatures. At a closer glance he noticed these creatures were brown skinned, coal skinned, green skinned, and umber as well as grey. While he glanced at these creatures the horde started to retreat. It gave him time to see about these strange figures. He dismounted and walked over to these figures who numbered just thirteen. Taking his helmet off he approached these figures. He was taken aback at what he discovered. All thirteen of these figures were women in strange complex looking suits of armor. Half of them looked to be battered and bruised, several had cuts and gashes that should have left them on the ground. Many of his companions approached them along side their enemy. Each leader met in the middle of these women and tried not to laugh. The women laughed as well creating a laughing matter among warriors. Whoever these women were they did not come from their world. Every one of them had a dark tail like that of a cat.

One of them wearing revealing armor giggled at one of the younger brothers. She had dark shaggy hair a cuirass looking armor, greaves, and a long skirt with leggings. This strange women blew him a kiss and embraced him. She shoved his face in her cleavage. Not long one her one companions nabbed her angrily then slapped her for the inappropriate behavior. She only pouted then attended to her fellow sisters. One of the commanders was a tall buff woman with short hair who introduced herself in a Germanic Language. She warned the Crusaders and Lithuanians there were far more those monsters that could come through those arcs. Acting immediately pagan and christian pulled the arc down. When the arc was down the Crusaders and their enemy agreed to escort these women to the nearest church where the monks had a start when they saw these women in strange clothing. The long brother and his own fellow crusaders returned to their own crusade knowing there was another crusade going on for the sake of humanity. 

Going out to Fight?

He sat in his office with no lights on except for the light from the computer and the desk lamp. Jack stared at the screen with a puzzled expression. On the screen he had his email opened and a strange email caught his attention. He normally viewed this type of emails as spam and deleted them. Yet this one caught his attention. Jack had not clicked on the email just yet. His focus was getting rid of all this spam, and other piles of crap leftover. Some of the emails that involved business he kept. Personal ones he stored away in a folder. All the rest that were unimportant were deleted as soon as he saw them.

Jack looked at this email that he left unread for some reason that appeared too mysterious. It had a strange symbol on it. He received some time ago, and kept getting messages that said for him not to delete the email. Those messages appeared through an unknown number. He tried to ignore the messages, however a strange cloaked figure came to his house once a week. It brought him to his toes and made him sweat each time he saw the email and the message. He received a message that said when to open the email. It read July 23rd that was the date he was supposed to open the email. Today was that day and he was about to click on it. Looking around Jack clicked on it. Before he knew it the lights went on and some huge guy stood at his office door. The guy wore black armor that looked like something for a video game mixed with some weird alien armor. Whoever this guy was he smiled at him with shaggy brown hair, and a stubble for a beard. Without a word the huge guy grabbed him up and carried him out of the office. Jack nearly shit his pants until he realized it was the same figure he saw at his door.

"Okay little dude want to go on an adventure?" the guy asked him.

"Oh hell yeah!" Jack responded with an excited voice. This figure carried him to an open portal that appeared in the wall.

"So uh what is your name?" Jack asked as the figure put him down.

"My name is Boromir Denson a Guardian, Lord Commander, Baron, and a member of the Denethorson Clan." the figure answered his question.

"Wait like Lord of the Rings?" Jack asked him.

"Unfortunately yes, however you can call me Bob." the big dude named Boromir said.

"So where are we going?" Jack asked him.

"On a Crusade." Bob responded as he lead Jack into the portal.

They two of them entered and came to a chamber with a metal door. Behind them the door closed and a purple skinned woman with breasts the size of watermelons. This woman had a curvy body under a Green Bodycon dress. Her hair was light brown with streaks of bleach in it. She held a clipboard and donned glasses over her eyes. She looked up to see Bob and Jack standing at the wall. Jack was blown away by this woman who literally glared at him for some reason. He was hung at the moment feeling his pants tighten a little.

"I'd control yourself if I were you. She will fry your ass." Bob warned.

"Yeah okay well this bangin hot chick is a-" Jack was cut off when the purple skinned woman's eyes glowed. She levitated above the floor.

"Now Sandra calm down he is knew. Stephen hand picked him because he is German and has a high kill count." Bob said trying to calm her down.

"Fine as long as he shows some class." she said descending back to the floor.

Jack swore he must have shit his pants because that was one angry woman. Without a word she opened the door to let them inside what appeared to be a castle. Whoever this Stephen guy was he sounded like a recruiter who pissed her off more than once. Jack looked around seeing a hall full of armor, swords, and other weapons. Shields, axes, spears, and maces sat on racks and other parts of the walls. There were other weapons he did not recognize yet he assumed this Stephen guy knew all about this. Jack did not pay attention to the shields he was too focused on whether he shit his pants or not. He felt his butt and found nothing came out of his ass.

"Oh thank you Jesus I did not shit my pants. That chick is one angry babe!" Jack said aloud his voice echoed in the hall.

"I would not call her those words. She will certainly kill you. Now let's choose your armor." Bob said sounding a little excited even though his voice was too deep for that.

"Um I am actually Irish so what about an Irish knight's armor." Jack said wondering if there was any of that here.

"You are not going to question this?" Bob asked him as he took Jack over to another room on the left side of the hall.

"Uh no this is bad ass as hell. Are there any dragons?" Jack asked happily.

"You do not want to do that without a team." Bob suggested.

"Oh okay yeah how about we get this Stephen guy involved. Do, do vampires exist?" Jack asked with a request.

"Good Idea Stephen could definitely join you he has some experience in that. Yes there are vampires however most are more feral." Bob said with a smirk on his face. "That horn dog."

Jack entered the room to see five man servants and maids grab him. They took him to a bathing area where they cleaned him up and took him to a changing room. Here these servants dressed him in a cloth pants, and shirt. Over that the hose and Chainmail chausses were placed. A long tunic, and chainmail hauberk were placed over that then a coif. Over that he had an Irish Surcoat and a helmet over his head. Jack was then armed with a battle axe.

"Okay I am ready to kick some ass Boromir!" Jack said feeling like a bad ass.

"Not a word of this." Bob warned him wearing a Teutonic suit of Armor.

"My mouth is sealed." Jack said hoping he could keep his Irish mouth shut.

"Good." Bob lead Jack to a large chamber full of knights and warriors. Each one stood up when the two entered the great chamber. Jack decided to keep his mouth shut. Because holy crap there were a lot of them. With a wave of his hand Bob ordered for a larger safe door to be opened. In force the whole chamber was emptied into the a snowy landscape. Jack hoped the armor and padding would keep him warm. He followed Bob outside to the winter landscape. Snow fell hard all over the place and Jack could feel the cold bite him. Looked at his gauntlets and saw a button which he pushed. His suit of armor began to feel lukewarm. All the warriors and knights clad in armor formed a column. Out of the snow came a line of other knights dressed in Teutonic and German style armor. One of them exchanged words with Bob in German. Jack was given a mount next to Bob. The entire force was mounted and prepared to charge into a legion strange, messed up looking creatures that raced for them. All he heard was the sound of the charge and the entire force ran down the legion.