For my Audience

Happy Halloween

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. 

Three Knights

Sir Denson galloped through the snow covered forest clad in armor.  Made through a mix of modern combat armor and medieval style Denson's armor appeared protective yet strange. It was crafted to be comfortable while moving around. There was a lot of moving around done by Denson. As a Knight who became a Champion Denson was granted access to the finest smiths of his world and a few other worlds. For nearly eight years he wore this armor after becoming a Champion. His organization was growing swiftly through the recruitment of warriors, Knights, fighters, bowmen, gunners, sharpshooters, thieves, former bandits, some mobsters, and of course pirates. They had hundreds of men who were stars on their own worlds who learned combat skills and proved to be good killers. Many of them were the sort he had been searching for after leaving the Black Coats. Five years after graduation he had been shanghaied  into its service. Two expeditions, one arduous campaign, and three years as a commanding officer.

He had to meet two of his old colleagues from the academy where his own father taught. All their lives they knew each other since childhood. Every year they had their differences, squabbles, and heated discussions. In the end they stuck together as chummy's and close to being brothers. Up ahead was the path that had to be cleared every week. Heaving snow fall, rain, storms, and large herds of beasts moving about causing branches to fall, trees to collapse on the road covering the path. On his steed Bob Sweetheart Denny as his wife now calls him had to leap over a few branches, and one log that was sitting on the road. It was strange to see this much obstruction on this road. Bob slowed his steed to a trot as he saw more branches and logs sitting on the path. Looking around he studied how these branches were placed while keeping an eye on the trees.

"That pathfinder is going to get a beating before I am done with him." he said to himself. His anger boiled a little as he looked around astride his automaton horse constructed in a lab to replace the horses who often froze in these conditions. Replacing the steeds with mechanical ones gave them an advantage in every terrain possible. However the wiring and circuits had to be protected from the elements. Bob studied the branches closely noticing some of them had been cut. Branches and trees cut up for obstructing a path meant two things sabotage, and ambush.

Before he got his steed moving he heard a twig snap followed by movement. He drew his war mace that hung next to his sword. On his left he had the khanjar dagger, and the shield with pieces of metal for bashing an enemies face in. Hanging on the saddle was his spear that folded up. Like any hero and knight would he armed himself with the shield. Bob drove his steed in a circle as no more than twenty-nine mutants of the M.O.R. came out of the woods. His automaton steed did not panic like a living horse did, which was another advantage. Squeezing the handle of his mace it extended out to a half a foot longer so he could have better reach. Being the Crusading Champion he was Bob did not hesitate to begin cracking skulls and smashing faces.

Forming circles and zigzagging back and forth Bob Denson crushed the ambush with ease. Astride his metal steed he went for their heads, shoulders, and crowns. He hardly gave the mutations a chance to even swing their weapons. In his mind he knew why his reputation terrified them. However his sweet loving wife with a heart of gold was even more terrifying than he was at her full power. This forest was fortunate not to have her hear otherwise it would have to pray for heavy rain to kill the flames. He hardly looked at them at all since not one mutant looked the same either they had a certain skin color or mutation whether it was extra limbs, extra heads, huge bodies, skinny bodies, or strange spider like legs. Others had stumps for feet and some big heads for chomping. When the last mutant of the M.O.R. ambush was bashed in the face Bob resumed his ride to down the path. He had to catch up to Frank Swanners, and Garrison Enkerrel at the abandoned stone lodge along the path. Putting his own steed at full gallop Bob pressed on to meet his fellow knights.

Going down the path Bob Denson finally spotted two figures up ahead one wore a tunic of black and blue with his Kite shield, and the third in Dragon Red and silver. As he rode up to the two knights their own armor could be defined. Frank Swanners a former Swan Knight of their home world donned a blue and black colors that resembled his house. His armor appeared more like combat armor the Guardians wore that he coated black and blue. Garrison wore armor fitting a Dragon Knight that was coated red and silver. His half helm had the shape of a Dragon's upper jaw. Frank Swanners was armed with the Kite Shield, the swan's sword, and halberd. Garrison wielded his axe, heater shield, bow and arrows on his back. Apparently they were also ambushed at the abandoned lodge.

"I see you two have been busy killing more mutations." Bob exclaimed cheerily putting on a grin as he trotted up to them.

"Bob!" Both cried out with joy. Each one gave him a greeting of their own after seeing him several months ago.

"What took you?" Frank asked in mock earnest.

"Ambushed up the road. The M.O.R. scum lay down branches and trees they cut up to obstruct the path." Bob gestured towards the path he had come from.

"How many Mutants?" Garrison asked him.

"Just twenty-nine or so I made short work of them." Bob said boasting on how quick he was.

"Twenty-nine mutants against one Male Godlikespawn Champion Knight with a monkey tail. Now that is very much a joke according to Grand Master Gathrum." Garrison pointed out trying to mimic the man's voice. Bob chuckled along with the two other knights he was clad in white like a Brother of a Crusader Order.

"Many call you the white knight still. Even though you are a clansman." Frank said quoting another great leader of the Order.

The trio of Knights settled down and pressed further down the path. It was more of a cake walk until they came upon a small fort along the road with a tower parallel to it. Both fort and tower were to garrison twenty to thirty archers, and infantrymen. Each of these outposts would be given an additional dozen crossbowmen and six Guardians. As the trio rod up to it they discovered it was besieged by a force of six hundred mutants. Arrows flew down on the mutants as they tried to break down the gates to the tower and the fort. Bob looked at his two friends who nodded to him as a yes. Although they were few in number they still knew the terrain well and had the element of surprise. Frank, Garrison, and Bob did cycle charges down the ranks of the small horde. Each one retreated into the woods going back and forth. Each time they cut into a tree using axes that were equipped on the steeds. Bob and Frank kept up the charges while Garrison fired arrows into the ranks from the woods. Doing these cycle charges and chopping at a tree from an angle caused twelve trees to fall on the horde. Each one was a tall pine tree. To their misfortune none of the trees were light on fire which would have far more devastating effect.

Neither of them were done when the trees fell on the horde. Acting as their true race would the trio descended on the Mutants showing no mercy to any trying to get up or lay wounded. Each one had a shield and unsheathed his blade. Blades pierced flesh, pierced thin armor, slashed limbs off, decapitated heads, and speared bodies. Whenever they were surrounded they each sheathed swords and used their longer weapons in a small circle. Arrows from the fort showered down on the larger groups reducing the numbers the knights had to face. He stomped on the heads of mutants who were crushed by the trees or held pinned by a branch. Many of these pinned down Mutants became easy targets. There was no stopping now as they took on the Mutant horde that foolishly went after them while the defenders loosed arrows on them. As a team they went down the path that the fallen timbers allowed them to take. Going down these created pathways they left a trail of bodies before going to the next path. Whenever Mutants got smart and jumped over the timbers the archers on the fort loosed hell on them relying on the heavy doors to hold against the horde. Bob used each of his weapons before dual wielding at the gate. When they finally got to the gate there was not much left of the horde. He enjoyed taking advantage of the situation when it came to combat. Using his mace in one hand, and his sword in the other he slaughtered the Mutants at the gate. He stood over the corpses of the slain Mutants victorious. Bob Denson looked around and saw no one else had come to challenge him. The Champion, Knight, and Former Pirate gave out a war cry of victory. His two friends did the same letting their roars echo through the woods.

Demise of Youthful Heroes.

"Eva, Eva, Princess Eva hey! Princess Eva over here, I'm over here!" yelled a cheery young hero from the Southern Atlantean Peninsula of Farys.

"I'll be right there in a moment!" Eva Arrow snapped at him from across the balcony that was over the first steps that brought you into Luka City, Atlantis. It was a city that matched the very description of a fictional city from some video game. She adjusted the chest piece that her lover, Mockshah the Pirate gave to her after the battle for Lost Gerisha.

"Eva, what is taking so long?" she heard another voice holler from the other side where the Great Captain and two other heroes selected by the Atlantean Defense.

"I'll be right there hold your horses! Is the team ready?" She yelled back.

"Yes!" she heard four voices holler back at her. Eva Arrow closed her eyes in frustration. If they had summoned Mockshah or anyone else from his branch of the IGA they would not have to rely on weak heroes. In here heroine outfit and armor Eva marched up to the team of heroes and heroines whose chosen alias were fitting. All of them were born on Atlantis like she was. However she was born within the royal family, a relative of their ruling family. Whereas they were born in noble houses, military households, and the aristocracy of the mighty empire. Atlantis somehow resembled a world she resided in for most of her life until she graduated from a college there.

"Okay listen up Great Captain, Lilly the Bronze, Circuit Wave, and Dark Jaguar, we need to work as a team. I have heard of your arguments and the Commissioners are not pleased. Stop arguing and work together. Since I am Princess that leaves me in charge. Search the abandoned streets of Luka for the villain Mapiok the Sewer Master and his groups of cronies." Eva explained to the four other heroes who were her team.

"What about this Mockshah character?" Lilly demanded putting her fists on her hips. She appeared more like a bronze butterfly humanoid with tiny wings.

"No our mission is to seek out the Sewer Master not that Pirate who keeps evading the authorities every time someone reports seeing him." Dark Jaguar said looking over at the stairs. His outfit fit the name of the hero with a visor in place of the jaguar's face.

Circuit Wave looked around in the outfit that was more like battle armor coated a violet color. This Atlantean Hero had nothing to say, which made it easier for Eva to urge her team forward. For an hour the team of five heroes went through the city that had crowds of people wandering around. In most of the streets they found crowds of people going about their own lives, and shouting their names. For a few minutes it drew attention to them forcing them to stop several times. Each time Eva had to put on her big smile for everyone and the TV camera crews. This happened to them three times in a row and every time she caught a glimpse of Mockshah with that handsome face and stubble. There were times she saw him with a full beard other times just a few weeks in.

"Finally we are out of those streets and away from adoring fans." she scowled more angry than ever over crowds of people blocking their path just for an autograph. "Where are we now?"

"It looks like a street renamed "Eyesonyourgoodies." Dark Jaguar read aloud to the team. For a few moments they let the words sink in. It meant something crude Eva knew it she covered her bottom and her chest looking around for any eyes in the broken windows. They stepped further into the neighborhood.

"We need to-" Eva's words were cut off by a bunch of movement in the alleys, and behind piles of rubble. Approximately Fifty Seven spiky haired and black clothed goons appeared before them. It was a group of Mapiok's cronies known as the the Pink Spikes. This looked more like something you would see in a cartoon. Yet here they stood clad in black and pink spiked hair like porcupine. Eva and her four team members prepared for a fight that was eminent. No one would be able to get out a fight against the Pink Spikes even if they had a gun or came here by mistake. This was their turf. It was not even a moment's notice before the Pink Spikes pounced on their target. Five heroes of Atlantis were plunged into a fight. Using their martial art skills, electric powers, and sword they combated the Pink Spikes. Eva kicked one down then punched another in the gut. She twirled around letting her leg hit one in the chin. Like a master she bent an arm, pushed one into another. Her other team members did well like she did forcing the Pink Spikes to withdraw their first attack. Twenty-six lay on the ground wounded, and knocked out. Her team did a pose before things got grizzly.

Another group of goons came out of the buildings, the Dust Orcs who covered themselves in the powder debris from stones and the streets. This group either fought alongside the Pink Pikes or fought them in a turf war that would reach the other parts of Luka City. Despite this authorities deemed them a non-threat to the city until recently. Something had united them along with a few other gangs. She looked at more than a hundred opponents. Eva was not sure if her team could handle this many. All four of them had fear in their eyes as if they themselves were rookies just starting out on the first day of being a hero. 

Strange Light on the Ceiling Life story

When I was just a little kid perhaps at that age when you still sleep with mom. It varies from family to family. As long as the kid learns to sleep in their own room eventually before preschool age. I am no expert on what age kids should stop sleeping with mom and dad. The cut off age for me was like three or four I think. My memories are spiraling around me as I get closer to another age. Now I am an adult who doesn't do the "Adult Drink" bullshit. Excuse my language there I am no alcoholic yet I do enjoy a beer, wine, or some other drink at times. Back to me sleeping with mom. For some time my eyes were focused on the ceiling whenever I was in m mother's room. Something was on the ceiling at night. No one could really explain it. I never bothered my mother about it because even I thought it could be my imagination.

This light appeared just above me on the ceiling every night I was in the room. On the ceiling this light was shaped like a curved line or string that got stuck there. Whatever it was it moved like it was flying. The ends flapped back and forth. Its color was a very light color almost violet to purple. For several minutes I watched this light before going to bed. As I grew older I slept in my own room. Ever since then I believe I never saw that light again except a few more times when I was older. That light now arouses my curiosity as to its origins or if I was just imagining stuff. Most will say I was just imagining things. 

Mockshah's Service to Atlantis

A woman walked up to the house carrying a brief case in one hand and a walkie talkie in the other. She wore a long trench coat over her Palace Uniform that was bestowed upon her by the royal family. Her status was inquisitor, detective, Chief of Police's recruiter, and a member of the Royal Courts. In this desperate hour she had to find warriors, fighters, soldiers, and killers willing to bring justice back to the streets of her home world. Her own Commissioner of Lost Atlantis sent her to recruit this one operative of this IGA that Sir Bob Denson was a member of along with his entire world and race. To the distaste of the Commissioner and the Royal Court this agent, soldier, and somehow commander was also a pirate. Whoever Bob wanted her to recruit he was not the first person to consider. She thought he was going to select a brave Knight or Hero or perhaps a Champion from another world. This monkey tailed humanoid the size of a door fooled her into coming to a house at the shadiest of places, the woods on a hill with a ravine.

"The Commissioner is not going to like this guy. You know how much Atlantis hates Pirates!" she hissed at Bob who ignored her protest outright.

"He is the best we have to offer, however he can only do this at night. According to the contract he made with us he is to remain on his home world during the day unless he is truly needed." Bob replied with some enthusiasm.

"Besides my wife and I saw him at the Dig site last year." He added.

"What does that have to do with anything?" She demanded from the humanoid who looked more like a human from this world.

"Nothing." he replied with a wry smile.

Sir Denson in his longer duster coat wiped away sweat from his brow. It was still October and it felt a little hot to be wearing this type of clothing. He took the lead and took the Commissioner's Assistant as he called her to the brick path that lead up to the house. As the two descended the brick steps one by one he veered off the path to the window closest to the front door. He tapped on it three times. This puzzled her a moment as she watched the large human wait patiently before tapping on the window a second time. Wasn't the doorbell supposed to be used than the window? Then it hit her there was someone else in the house who was not supposed to be disturbed. Before she can put a word in the window opened and the screen was removed quietly. A figure shorter than Bob climbed out of the window and closed everything up.

"Good Evening Mockshah how are you?" Bob asked him.

"I am simply bored, crafty, and need of some adventure." the figure replied to the larger man. The smaller man stretched and yawned scratching his side.

"May I introduce you to the Royal Agent of Atlantis Razina Kholeen." Bob said presenting the woman to the smaller man.

"Pleasure is all mine my lady." This Mockshah said stretching a hand out to her. She took his hand then was surprised by a sudden yank and pull followed by a long kiss of her knuckles. As flattered as she was Razina could not help but pull her hand away. She did not slap him since it was not how she operated professionals don't get carried away.

"Ahem excuse me Mr. Mockshah but we have urgent business to discuss." she said getting the man's attention.

"Go on." Mockshah replied to her. Bob caught his attention and lured him over to the woods. She followed the two figures into the woods they just exited. Bob dug into a pocket and pulled out a syringe which he stuck into Mockshah's vein. In front of Agent Razina the figure transformed into a very buff, strong looking subject at his size. He stood at five foot eight and grew a tail just like Bob's.

"Wait he is one of you?" She asked in surprise.

"Yes a fourth cousin. He is also a half breed, a hybrid if you will. Part Sudar, part native, and somehow part dragon." Bob explained briefly to the Agent.

All three went further into the woods once Mockshah's transformation was complete. They came to the ship on the field, which transported them to this world. When they boarded and buckled in the ship lifted off and sped its way towards Atlantis. At a pace that would be light speed the ship made its way to the planet that was called Atlantis. Mockshah explained how own world is believed it was somewhere on their planet. She chuckled a little bit at this idea of the famous city being on his home world.

"Is the first time to Atlantis for you?" she asked him.

"Yes it is the first time going to Atlantis." Mockshah said.

"Brief him on his mission." Bob interrupted their conversation.

"Very well. Mockshah your mission is to take out a certain crook who may resemble a familiar character." Razina began the briefing with the human. She took one good look at him and realized for the first time. He looked exactly like Bob Denson. Only he was a smaller version of him.

"Who is this crook and where can I find him?" Mockshah asked immediately.

"Baneenas is his name, or its name if you want to label Baneenas as a thing or trans. For the past decade and a half he has terrorized three districts along the outer rim of the main city. That is where a few of our workshops and factories are located. Most of our workers recently became males, and humanoid males we had to hire in order to decrease his appetite for women. He is not a cannibal, but scares women into thinking he is before-" Razina stopped herself as she was about to cry. All those poor women who became his victims of terror and other things. If the males were prettier than most like say no beards then they too would fall victim. Memories of being forced to watch four partners and fellow subjects suffer similar fates flashed before her eyes.

"That is all we need to know." She heard a female's voice from the corner of the passenger hold of the ship. She was cloaked with her face covered from view.

"Mockshah prepare yourself for this mission. We are counting on you to eliminate just him. That is all." the cloaked figure said taking the floor from a haunted Razina who was fighting tears.

"Just kill him for us!" Razina screamed letting the haunting flashbacks get the best of her. The cloaked figure grabbed her and wrapped her arms around her.

This Mockshah got up as the ship started to slow down. He went to the changing room that was inside the ship. Bob held her hand as she cried uncontrollably. It was too much to remember all those horrifying deeds that crazed hairy beast did those poor officers, and workers. Through her tears she saw Mockshah exit the room wearing a nice mobster's suit with hints of a pirate's add on that suited the clothing. He put on a gray colored duster but not hat. His hair was thick, and wavy hair with some curls. In a heartbeat he made his way to the launching pod that was on the other side of the hold.
He climbed inside without a word knowing what his mission was. She watched the pod shoot away from the ship the moment he slammed the door.

"D...do we- we need to watch him?" She asked worried about the newly recruited agent.

"Might as well. Once he lands, we shall watch him." the cloaked figure said releasing her. Bob pulled out a tablet that showed whoever they were watching. She wiped away the tears to watch this Mockshah land in the middle of the street that was already broken. He slid the hatch open and climbed out of the pod. In seconds five of Baneenas' goons that look more like extra hairy baboons in street denim clothing as the uniforms. Razina's fear for Mockshah grew as the back hairs rose up. She knew what these goons were capable of when someone is caught alone by them.

Mockshah reached into his jacket and pulled out a baton. Before these goons could even reach for their own, he sprang into action. Hitting knees, elbows, legs, feet, hands, stomachs, chests, and heads Mockshah beat these five repeatedly. He used such speed that none of the goons could not even respond in time to block him. Like a domino effect the five goons fell on the street unable to get up. Mockshah put the baton back in his jacket and presumed to walk further down the street.

"Be sure to call in a few squad cars. Those goons won't be in the streets anymore. However, send them to our prisons in the IGA head planet." Bob ordered Razina.

An Outlaw's Encounter

For years he had been rowing across these waters to reach the small islet that was barely connected to the old light house. At night he would row around the shore to the marshes making illegal deals with smugglers who always watched their backs. Either the authorities were after them or pirates were after them. He was always under the impression that pirates and smugglers worked together. As a child he was introduced to the life of the outlaw, and the smuggling business by his own father. It mostly involved stealing, burglary, and conning. During the day time he worked as a coast watchman to hide his true intentions at night.

One hour before the crack of dawn he exited his own beach house along the beachhead. It was still dark the perfect time to pull off another mission to smuggle in desired goods to the old lighthouse. Using his lantern he made his way to the pier where he left his dinghy covered up. Looking ahead at the light house he saw the smuggler's Lugger waiting for the cargo to be delivered. At least the rest of the cargo he had been stashing away thanks to bandits, thieves, foolhardy adventurers and teens willing do anything for money, adventure, and a way to rebel against authority. There was also the confiscated booze found on a youth which parent's left on his doorstep. It was supposed to be for his sorrows and living a miserable, lonely life when in fact it only encourage his trade. Booze was not the only thing he sold to smugglers at a fair price on his terms.

Knowing the coast was clear he ripped the cover off and pushed the dinghy to the side. By doing so he pulled another dinghy from the waters that was linked to the other by chain. Using engineering he was able to replace the dinghy with a copy then covered that one before unlatching the chain link from the other. The device and chain link he used were taken on to the dinghy with him in case anyone came snooping around. Setting out he used the oars to row his way towards the islet. He rowed with all his might to get past the tide of the ocean near the pier. Using the path he was supposed to take this outlaw rowed across the bay to the old lighthouse. The moonlight was his lantern as it would likely draw unwanted attention. The locals did not wake up until dawn or when  the bell rang around sunrise.

Rowing as quietly as possible the outlaw felt something was off. He tried to shake if off as he he kept going yet something in the air was not right. For a moment he stopped rowing to let the boat float a little as he sniffed the air in case there was a strange smell that he could not smell at first. As the dinghy glided a little on the water it bumped into something. He panicked a little and checked on their goods. None of the merchandise even budged. Relaxing the outlaw tried to row further but he was stuck. Underneath his dinghy the water roiled as something emerged from the water. The surface vibrated as whatever was under his boat came up to the surface. At first he thought he was going to capsize, but something must have wrapped itself around the hull. Holding on to the oars for dear life the outlaw felt his dinghy be lifted up from the water. A huge body emerged from the water revealing a large four legged monster with a long neck and a long tail. This long necked monster used its tail to bring the outlaw and his dinghy to face it. This creature or monster had a head that could pass for a dragon's or beasts head with no hair. His facial features were shocked as this beast brought him forth. In one bite this beast bit off the outlaw's head and tossed the dinghy and the rest towards the islet. 

Something for History

It was about time he got started with his job. He had put it off for at least five years now. During those five years he had to settle with no more than ten cartographers, self made scientists, and sailors who claimed to have gone to the new world. Two centuries had passed since Christopher Columbus came to this new world. A land that was vast, full of wilderness, riches, wild animals, mysteries, and of course savages. Tales about various tribes, nations, and small kingdoms spread from ear to ear across Europe. In his head he had no doubts it must have spread to other continents. To the south of Europe was the continent of Africa that was still unexplored much like this continent was. Due to the reputation of the Islamic World and the Moors it would likely be left alone for another half century. Yet the Portuguese, Dutch, and Spanish exploited its riches and its peoples to the Old World. He had seen these dark skinned figures of Africa whom spoke many languages much like the Savages of this New World.

As a noble he had been handed down a vast wealth from his father and his father before him. It was more like an inheritance from the family that accumulated over the centuries since the Medieval Times. His family had been known to be Knights, Warriors first tracing back to the days under Saxon Rule, Barons, Lords, and Landowners. For ten years he kept hearing stories from the New World by word of mouth and read about it whenever he got the chance to do so. His favorite explorers happened to be Hernan Cortez, Francisco Pizarro, Ferdinand Magellan, Juan Ponce De Leon, and of course Marco Polo. His own country of England had the famous John Smith of Jamestown, Henry Hudson who founded the Hudson Bay, Sir Francis Drake, Sir Walter Raleigh, and John Cabot inspired him to put his own name up there. He walked through the streets of Kingston Jamaica at least the beginnings of another street. Four months ago on June Seventh of this year Port Royal was destroyed by the earthquake of this year. Various peoples black, white, native, Spaniard, French, and those of other European Ethnics or Race watched him pass through in his Nobleman's outfit.

He scanned the people in search of the person he was supposed to hire for this expedition into the back country that was past the thirteen colonies. According to the reports he was an explorer first who then left for the sea and began a short year of piracy only to see that career sunk. The report said he had been kicked off the crew of buccaneers since the crew despised him too much. Apparently he found work as an explorer again for charting out the islands that had not been explored. His income was unknown however it is speculated he may have connections with smugglers and companies of other nations. The noble man was told this individual had a fine beard and kept it trimmed. Thick brown hair and the makings of a darker complexion that would be seen on any sailor or pirate. His hand had a ring taken from a Spanish officer after a raid on a Spanish ship. That was how he could identify this person who had encounters with the savages of the northern continent, fought Spanish Dogs, lived through the rough seas, and managed to dodge the gallows. When the Nobleman asked about the ring more than ten people pointed at the Tavern.

Without further delay the nobleman walked up to the Tavern half expecting to be jumped or robbed blind in the streets. A squadron of redcoats came by on patrol eliminating any prospects of him getting attacked or mugged in Jamaica. As he came up to the Tavern he found the handsome rogue with a luscious, curvy, and buxom woman who appeared to be Spanish and French in his arms. Her entire feature was smashed against his. The former pirating rogue kissed her ferociously at the bar. Whoever the nobleman was he had found the right man. A raccoon's tail dangled from his hat, a feather twirled in his hair, and a pirate's tattoo on his right shoulder. Sure enough the ring from a Spanish Officer was on his right hand. 

Mockshah's Dungeoneering Gone Astray

Some time in Fall Mockshah and a trio of friends traveled up to the Pisgah Cliffs and Parkway for a day of fun. Just a party of five armed individuals wielding foam weapons engaged each other in mock combat. He may have felt a little childish for buying one at the store. However he said screw what everyone else thinks I am doing this! At the top of the Pisgah region he and five other colleagues parked in the parking lot. For nearly two hours or more Mockshah the Pirate, his companions Sir Gyffon the Master Swordsman, Joanne the Valkerie Sword Maiden, and Caesaron the Rogue sparred with these fake weapons while exploring the area. In the autumn weather they did not hesitate to cross some lines by going over certain boundaries. Climbing a hill and trekking much of the landscape brought quite the adventure. When their little adventure was over they immediately returned home to the campus grounds.

Mockshah sighed as he returned to his own quarters aboard the so called Dorm that he considered a cramped ship of the Line. Living alone had its benefits and so did living next door colleagues and the RA. He went straight for bed feeling accomplished for the day. Some time in the night he heard a knock on the door. Waking up to the knocking he got out of bed and put on a robe since he slept in the nude. He felt a little agitated however he knew who it was, his Lord Commander Denson. As he opened it he saw three figures at the door. Lord Commander Denson of Clan Denethorson, and two female warriors clad in battle armor. These three humanoids from another world had tails, although they resemble a fictional race they are far from acting coy about what they really are. He was one of them only had half their blood in his veins.

"Mockshah are you ready?" Lord Commander Denson asked him with a smug expression. The two females were Valerie the Monk warrior, and Livvy the Friendly Burglar. One had short hair that was dark and met her shoulders, and the other had shorter hair that was styled with gel and shaped kind of like a delicious almond or some type of nut. It actually looked good with some strands of hair hanging down. They were the same duo who usually knocked on his door, but not without things getting a little out of control and too much fun.

"Yes my Lord Commander I am ready. Are the other three ready?" Mockshah asked Denson. Valerie knocked on the door across from him where his other colleagues slept. Blond Batman, and Cool Cat Artist exited their dorm appeared tired and groggy. She immediately had them change into some Rogue style armor and outfits for a mission. Mockshah was given a similar outfit while given a dose of their true forms that were inside their own blood. Each one had the blood of these humanoids which had to be extracted in order to truly blend in. Mockshah watched himself and his two colleagues transform into their real selves, the warriors and fighters they really were. It can only be unleashed when in danger or at night.

"Now that you three have been prepared for your assignment do you recall what you need to do?" Livvy asked folding her arms as Bob locked their dorm rooms for them.

"We are to infiltrate an M.O.R. held castle as discretely as possible without warning too many guards." Blond said scratching his head.

"Correct, you three will be working with Caesaron, Gryffon and Joanne, while Princess Eva watches your progress. All six of you will be transported to our home world, which is the location." Valerie said taking the words out of Livvy's mouth.

Without hesitation the party exited the building with everyone else sound asleep. Mockshah pondered over who this Princess Eva was and why was she watching over them. Was she part of the IGA or something? In his gut and mind he hoped not listening to the orders of a Princess was too much for him. He had been killing monsters for years particularly those within the Mutant Oligarchy's Armies. Outside they met the other three plus Princess Eva who had curves, large breasts, a petite body, and legs that made him aroused in a heartbeat. Bob, Livvy, Valerie, and this Princess Eva led the seven rogues over to a ship that was waiting in the practice football field. Mockshah watched the Princess with a hint of interest yet some suspicions. As soon as they boarded the ship he realized she was one of the students here. She so happened to be that one girl he had an interest in.

He remained quiet for the rest of the voyage which was shortened by portals that sent ships to one part of the galaxy to another part somehow. He did not even want to think about this nor the TV show he watched years ago. The other six chatted a little bit calling the Princess by her real name over which he sort of winced at since she hardly spoke to him at all on campus. She tried making conversation with everyone including him.

"How are you Mockshah?" she asked.

"Oh I am fine just hoping this doesn't reach the ears of the government or any secret organization that would try to seize you or our alien friends here." Mockshah replied as honest as he could.

"Listen I don't mean to ignore you on campus." she said softly putting two hands on his knees as if she was about to kiss him. Mockshah was about to go for a kiss when she let go and went to the cockpit where the pilot was flying. Everyone else looked at him with the biggest smiles and widest eyes ever. No one even said a word, because no words were needed for that situation.

Wherever their ship was going it had hit a belt of tiny asteroids that pounded the ship for several minutes. It rocked everyone inside and some of the rogues fell out of their seats. Bob cursed under his breath wanting to kill the pilot. He was supposed to go under and over the belt of asteroids. It took nearly another hour before they arrived at the location. Mockshah expect a smooth landing. He thought he heard the Princess' voice scream at the top of her lungs not to land there. Sure enough the pilot crash landed the vessel into the earth. Wasting not a single moment the rogues and warriors discovered the landed did no harm to them nor the Princess. With Mockshah in the lead they climbed out of the vessel leaving the Princess, Pilot under the care of the warriors.

"Okay we need to use that route to get inside." he said to the rest of the rogues who nodded yes in response. He urged them with his hand to move it and they all did. Like cats in the dark the rogues leaped from wall to wall with him following them from behind.

It was hard to see how the castle was built due to the dark night sky hanging over the planet. For a few minutes the party of seven rogues clambered up the walls before finding a way inside. Seven rogues jumped down inside one of the halls through a large open window. Whatever the M.O.R. had done to this castle made it larger, and the decorations made it horrible. It appeared more like a haunted house and haunted maze for a Halloween event.

"The decorations look uh festive." Joanne said looking around at the strange mixture of decorations that must have been hung up randomly. It almost looked like Christmas had come to town late.

"Just ignore them as much as possible and focus on the mission." Caesaron said looking at the decorations himself.

"Mockshah, Mockshah can you hear me through the inner com?" Eva's voice appeared inside his ear.

"Oh no, no, no." He muttered under his breath. "Yes your royalness I can hear you just fine."

"Okay goodies! There is a little treat I left you and your little party that should help you stay energized and awake!" She said in that typical happy voice of hers. "Princess Eva out!"

"Well my jolly rogues we have treats from the Southern Belle herself." Mockshah said almost scoffing.
He knew her title as Princess allowed her to have some command over missions. He opened a pouch and took out a treat. All the rogues rolled their eyes giving their own negative comment about the treat. Mockshah took the whole treat in his mouth and chewed quickly before swallowing as he heard noise that sounded like a barracks. When the rogues finished their own treats they followed him down the hall. Each one ran fingers along the walls in search of secret passageways. This hall brought them
to a chamber that was more of a meeting hall than a barracks. He checked their surroundings and saw the wall opposite them was lined with heads and skulls of enemies of the MOR that made his heart sink a little. Under each skull was a plate that said how they died before their beheading. He read none of them aloud while trying to fight the tears over the deaths of a few female warriors who helped him. As he took a moment to breath quickly Mockshah approached the large door of the meeting hall that had the barracks next to it. Like a cat he climbed over the archway and dropped down on the other side of the meeting hall. Without any warning his stomach churned a little.

"WHat is happening?" He asked looking down. He felt his stomach and bowel movements were about to explode. In seconds he realized the treat he had eaten must have had some ingredient inside. At the same time the alarm went off.

"The alarms are going off we need to get out of here!" Cool Cat panicked a little.

"Yeah I know and we know!" Mockshah snapped at him while holding his stomach and ass. His stomach was not taking the treat well.

Inside the meeting hall they heard all the troops inside gather their feet and race to the entrance. Feeling that he cannot control his bowel movements Mockshah was forced to rip off his own trousers, and underwear thinking fast. In his mind this was gross and brilliant. What better way to make a garrison slip over something. His own buttocks revealed he had the trots that spewed from his bowels. All the other rogues vomited when they saw him. Each one projectile vomited all over the floor and the entrance to the large chamber. He quickly rushed to the end of the hall to wipe himself clean with a tapestry banner hanging on the wall. Mockshah witness a chain of event result in domino effect. M.O.R. guards and troops or raiders came out of the chamber and slipped on his mess. There was enough vomit and diarrhea on the floor to cause three to slip at the same time. Armed with weapons the MOR slipped in the air hitting each other's. Some pushed another into spikes, weapons, walls somehow causing their deaths. Having the trots somehow came in handy in clearing an entire barracks. 

A Soul's Journey

His body was finally laid to rest inside the grave that was dug in the desert. Closer to the borders of Kush his family decided to bury his body. They had him wrapped in a cloth as a means of mummification to preserve his body for the journey into the after life. Due to their status he was not given the expensive burial most nobles received. Their deceased loved one was by no means a Pharaoh  who received the finest burial along with a Pyramid over their tomb. Other nobles would be buried in a tomb called mastabas. Every Mastaba was built smaller than all the pyramids. Even the smallest pyramid constructed was bigger than a mastaba.

Pottery Maker Tahu was buried with his personal possessions, and food placed in urns. Egypt's sands and dirt covered Tahu's body as the burial ritual came to a close during the day. His corpse was lifeless however his own spirit was aware of the burial. Tahu's spirit watched his own burial. As nightfall came he arose from his own grave leaving his own body with the urns. According to the custom of burying their dead they had to leave food for the loved one's journey through the after life. Tahu had no need for the food for some reason. He was not even hungry since he was dead. Upon emerging from his own grave Tahu found himself in a strange land that was not the desert. Wherever he was it was not covered in sands, but fields of reeds and grass that grew along the Nile's Banks. Then it hit him like a hammer on a nail or a pick on a stone quarry. Were other's aware of where they actually go once the burial ceremony was completed and their living loved ones leave them?

Tahu was about to make his first step inside what they called the afterlife when he heard a meow. For some reason he froze in his tracks. Remembering what was said about cats being the guardians of the underworld Tahu began to run for his life. Through what he perceived as reeds Tahu ran from the source of the meow as it followed him. He felt as though the cats were chasing after him. All he had been told about the underworld and the afterlife were the gates and the possible sentence of going to hell for living a bad life. His feet carried him through the reeds without letting him turn around to see what was chasing him. Tahu ran into what felt like wet ground that turned into a marshy land. He kept going until he bumped into something.

Before him stood a statue carved from granite dedicated to Anubis the god who watched over the dead. In moments Tahu heard the cats again meowing and crying out in warning. Whatever spine he had left shivered and he ran for it running into Ammit. Ammit the demon with the hippo's body and the head of the crocodile reared her head to face the dead soul. He screamed and ran as fast as he could with the soul-eater giving chase through the marsh that flanked the field reads. Tahu's fate was determined by how fast he could run and how well he could hide from this devouring monster of Egypt. Although he was dead Tahu still had trouble trying to escape this crocodile-hippo monster that leaped after him while giving chase. None of the cats were after him any more since he had a new predator to give chase. With all his speed Tahu ran as hard and as fast as his legs could carry him before coming to a large cave. This cave was in the ground and lead downward. Seeing this as a way to escape Tahu rushed inside to escape Ammit. Going down Tahu found he was now standing before the many gates of the Egyptian Underworld. He saw the scales and Osiris himself waiting for the next soul to approach him. More than a hundred other souls stood waiting their own turn.