Monday, December 31, 2018
Orders are Orders
Creating a distraction would still sound the alarm. Any distraction would be met with the whole garrison shooting the distraction then lead to a man hunt. The Lamia(snake people) duo found themselves inside a fort they infiltrated by hiding in barrels. An oblivious merchant brought them in thinking he was transporting two dead snakes. Now they were out of the barrels waiting in the shadow of a barracks and the wall. It seemed like a tight fit considering there were only three feet between the wall and the building. Each Lamia was armed with a crossbow, bolts, and their own bodies for weapons. Two guards were already taken out having the life squeezed out of them. One of the Lamia was a female who would have brought a shield for this. However her boss was strict about shields on covert operations. Her partner ridiculed her as he waited patiently for another patrol to come snooping towards their location.
She watched him pose letting his tail stretch out towards her. As she waited for night to drag on before moving something caught her attention. A noise came from the rooftop of the building next to her. She aimed her crossbow upward. Coiling up she looked over the roof thinking of her mission. On the roof was a figure with catlike agility, and the distinct features of a small woman. Inside the Lamia's head she was wondering if this was another spy when she heard her partner kill another guard. That made four victims tonight since the 1st victim was killed by her hands. The spies could still be seen in her head. A small goblin who tried to hide inside her hiding place. It was not the ugliest goblin however it would need some cleaning tips if it wanted a date soon. Unfortunately for that goblin spy they had orders to either kill, dispatch, ensnare in place, knock out, cripple as many guards as possible before dawn. Then they were to seize a structure then hold out until dawn. Her plan was to capture a member of the garrison and hold them captive to keep the rest from burning or storming their hold out. Yet it seemed her partner in crime had different ideas and proceeded to kill the guards on the tower.
Realizing it was futile to get him to stop she went after this other spy. This Lamia climbed onto the roof and came up behind this spy who was taking photographs without the flash. Her heart sank seeing how small the spy was. A small being like this made her heart melt sometimes when she did not know what it really looked like. She looked around to see if there was anyone else on the roof tops. The coast was clear as the rest of the patrols marched to their own barracks unaware of their presence. Using her tail she knocked the spy down pulling one leg. This spy went down with a small thud. Whoever this spy was she squeaked on impact with the roof. Not wanting to draw attention her arms covered the spy then muffled her mouth. The Lamia felt the heart beats of the spy as it pounded against their chest. She scared the wits out of the spy who did not move a muscle. Their mission was not to be caught. She looked at the small figure before getting down with a captive in her arms. Finding her partner's victims she took the belts and tied the small spy up and gagged her with a cloth. There was no need to check on this spy until morning.
Knowing her orders the Lamia sprung into action firing bolts into a crowd of guards gathered at a fire. She looked up at where the alarm was and saw her partner disable that. He slithered down to take on a group of guards. The sound of his attack drew the attention of many guards. Using the buildings as hiding places she picked off the guards with her bolts encircling them. She did not stop until she ran out of bolts. At that moment she began to kill off or ensnare those still asleep.
She watched him pose letting his tail stretch out towards her. As she waited for night to drag on before moving something caught her attention. A noise came from the rooftop of the building next to her. She aimed her crossbow upward. Coiling up she looked over the roof thinking of her mission. On the roof was a figure with catlike agility, and the distinct features of a small woman. Inside the Lamia's head she was wondering if this was another spy when she heard her partner kill another guard. That made four victims tonight since the 1st victim was killed by her hands. The spies could still be seen in her head. A small goblin who tried to hide inside her hiding place. It was not the ugliest goblin however it would need some cleaning tips if it wanted a date soon. Unfortunately for that goblin spy they had orders to either kill, dispatch, ensnare in place, knock out, cripple as many guards as possible before dawn. Then they were to seize a structure then hold out until dawn. Her plan was to capture a member of the garrison and hold them captive to keep the rest from burning or storming their hold out. Yet it seemed her partner in crime had different ideas and proceeded to kill the guards on the tower.
Realizing it was futile to get him to stop she went after this other spy. This Lamia climbed onto the roof and came up behind this spy who was taking photographs without the flash. Her heart sank seeing how small the spy was. A small being like this made her heart melt sometimes when she did not know what it really looked like. She looked around to see if there was anyone else on the roof tops. The coast was clear as the rest of the patrols marched to their own barracks unaware of their presence. Using her tail she knocked the spy down pulling one leg. This spy went down with a small thud. Whoever this spy was she squeaked on impact with the roof. Not wanting to draw attention her arms covered the spy then muffled her mouth. The Lamia felt the heart beats of the spy as it pounded against their chest. She scared the wits out of the spy who did not move a muscle. Their mission was not to be caught. She looked at the small figure before getting down with a captive in her arms. Finding her partner's victims she took the belts and tied the small spy up and gagged her with a cloth. There was no need to check on this spy until morning.
Knowing her orders the Lamia sprung into action firing bolts into a crowd of guards gathered at a fire. She looked up at where the alarm was and saw her partner disable that. He slithered down to take on a group of guards. The sound of his attack drew the attention of many guards. Using the buildings as hiding places she picked off the guards with her bolts encircling them. She did not stop until she ran out of bolts. At that moment she began to kill off or ensnare those still asleep.
Saturday, December 29, 2018
Mockshah's First Substitute Command
Just the smell of the morning porridge mixed with oatmeal woke him up. A twenty year old Mockshah stirred in his sultan's circular bed inside his Yurt Style Tent. Since he was a Prince and a Champion and the Squire of Sir Denson Mockshah aka. Nordoc he could do as he pleased. As long as he obeys the laws of his home world, attends school, refrains from killing fellow members of the Intergalactic Circle and does not conquer other worlds he is free. However as a Prince he was to be trained to become a warrior, commander, and a weaponized agent for secret missions. This Prince sat up in his bed to find a bowl of porridge mixed with oatmeal sitting on a stool. Next to the stool sat Valerie his bodyguard, sword master, companion, and meditation instructor. She wore a Temple Monk Uniform under chest plate armor that fit on her rather large bust.
Valerie was one of four individuals hand picked to accompany Nordoc on missions, battles, and quests. His main teachers, mentors, and masters were Sir Denson, Lady Darkmare, a Wizard named Garold, and various others who Denson met on his adventures. Nordoc's archery skills were taught by his own father whereas fighting skills sort of came to him. Swordsmanship were taught to him by a heroine known as Bangerang, and other weapons were taught to him by Bob and an Elf Captain Lordas. Each one taught him well and saw him grow in strength. While he was not with them they had Guardians watch over him to keep him protected from the arrogance and brainless humans on his home world.
"Good Morning Nordoc, did you sleep well?" Valerie asked, her tail flicked around like a cat's tail would. She ate her own bowl of porridge with blueberries and blackberries mixed in.
"Good Morning Sister Valerie, I slept in didn't I?" He asked rubbing his head.
"Nope, only an hour before seven. So you're safe." Valerie replied to him.
"Woo thank the gods for that because Bob would have my ass." Nordoc got up to stretch then went for his porridge.
He sat on the stool seeing two other figures asleep inside his own Yurt. One of them was his companion Bradford who knew him from his home world. Beside Bradford was a young female overseer whom he and Bradford shared after Mockshah's Battle Mage girlfriend broke up with him. Both of them were grateful that she did not have a whip on her otherwise she would use it on both of them. In the far corner to his right was another individual named Sandria Psyches a purple skinned dark elf with white hair. She was more of a snuggle butt companion to him. She had powers of a demi-goddess that allowed her to change her appearance, turn people into animals, and shoot fireballs or energy out of her hands. Sandria taught him how to play the conch shell flute. Beside her was his other companion known as Vorkster a Dwarf still young compared to Dwarf years yet still old enough to be a grandfather in human years. His beard was long and thick with Dwarf styles to it. Dwarf Manliness and Dark Brown just the way he wanted it.
"So today is the day right?" he asked Valerie eating more of his porridge. His companions stirred awake to eat breakfast.
"Yes, it is." she said with a smile.
Mockshah was too excited for words and finished up his meal quickly. He was eager for this moment to come. For over six years he proved himself a worthy warrior, good commander, and an obedient squire save for a few muck ups down the road. with help from the female companions and servants he prepared for the day of riding. Without hesitation he got a head start on packing things up inside the Yurt tent. His companions pushed him out of the tent telling him to meet their superiors. Dressed in a fine loose uniform all squires had to wear Mockshah exited his own tent. Outside he was now in their encampment that was about to move out. Troops, warriors, and various types of fighters were rallied and brought over for his command. Across from his own tent was the tent of Lord Tybalt Lancastere the Master and Commander of Knights and Crusaders. It was much bigger than his own since he was the superior commander. The young Mockshah marched in passing a shield and the four guards standing at the entrance. He gave them a salute receiving one in return from each guard. Inside he found Master and Commander Lancastere, Sir Denson, Lady Darkmare the Battle Mage, Captain Lordas, and Crowned Prince Vashnu of Atlantis who acted more of a wandering mercenary.
All five encircled a table with a map on it. Pieces were set on the map representing M.O.R. forces, IGA forces, and Atlantean forces. He came in right as they were just setting up. Five mugs of coffee rested on the table to keep them awake. When he walked in further Tybalt noticed his entry first. His Master, and the others were far too tired this morning.
"Good timing Nordoc! I hope Valerie has given you enough food." The Master and Commander greeted the young Mockshah. "We were just setting up. Help yourself to coffee."
As Mockshah went for coffee his Master, Mentor and Teacher greeted him with a good morning. He smiled greeting all three at once. He took position in between Darkmare and Denson who were like adopted parents to him. Tybalt was brief with his instructions on how many troops were moving towards the front on the Atlantean side of the area.
"The Atlantean troops under their current commander will be here on the mountain pass while the MOR faction of Marauders and Vandol Monsters are pressing to go through the mountains and around them." Tybalt pointed out.
"How many forces do the Atlanteans have over there?" Bob asked him with his eyebrows raised.
"No more than a brigade's worth." Lordas answered for Tybalt.
"Which is why we need to get a move on." Tybalt stated looking at the whole lot of them.
"How many fighters did we bring to be under my command?" Mockshah asked feeling excited and thrilled to have his first command. Tybalt looked at him wondering if he was crazy or just young.
"Let's see 293 hot heated fighters fresh from training, 218 overseers and baron-sons, 310 outlaw warriors as you requested, 175 axe wielders, 291 of your own freebooters, 304 lowlife thralls, 302 nobles with little combat experience, 220 war masters, warlords, 378 tribesmen, 116 Guardians, 76 Atlantean Silver Knights, 756 of their inmates, and 629 of my own knights with squires. Plus 33 elf warriors under Lordas' command." Tybalt said reciting the list of their own combatants.
"That makes 4,101 to command." Mockshah said more to himself than to them.
"It should be enough." Bob said looking up at Tybalt.
"Enough to ambush a larger force in my opinion." Mockshah boasted.
"Always with the ambushes and guerrilla warfare." Darkmare teased him rubbing his head. He grinned a little at this. Then turned his attention back to Bob then to Tybolt who looked at him with a serious face.
"Make that force 5510 or more." Tybolt said as if warning him.
"Wait a full brigade? Who else am I commanding?" Mockshah asked confused.
"Princess Eva has not proven herself to be a formidable commander in the field. So you will be replacing her as commander to a battalion of Atlantean troops." Tybalt said shoving a piece of documents his direction. Mockshah took the papers to examine them. He looked at the orders on them and realized he was to add more troops to his command. Actual soldiers not warriors, the Atlanteans liked to differentiate or separate the label of soldier from warrior as a sign of a civilized modern force.
"I shall take my leave then." He said giving a salute to them.
"Before you go that train is to stop at Barrowstone Tower. Is that understood?" Tybalt caught him before leaving. "That is where Eva's forces are stationed."
"Yes my lord." Mockshah said showing he understood his orders. He exited the tent to find a shield leaning against some spears and a flag with a skull on it flying above the encampment. At age twenty he was about to take command of a brigade, which would be impressive in his home world if did not act like it was the only planet with life on it.
(To be continued in another part)
Valerie was one of four individuals hand picked to accompany Nordoc on missions, battles, and quests. His main teachers, mentors, and masters were Sir Denson, Lady Darkmare, a Wizard named Garold, and various others who Denson met on his adventures. Nordoc's archery skills were taught by his own father whereas fighting skills sort of came to him. Swordsmanship were taught to him by a heroine known as Bangerang, and other weapons were taught to him by Bob and an Elf Captain Lordas. Each one taught him well and saw him grow in strength. While he was not with them they had Guardians watch over him to keep him protected from the arrogance and brainless humans on his home world.
"Good Morning Nordoc, did you sleep well?" Valerie asked, her tail flicked around like a cat's tail would. She ate her own bowl of porridge with blueberries and blackberries mixed in.
"Good Morning Sister Valerie, I slept in didn't I?" He asked rubbing his head.
"Nope, only an hour before seven. So you're safe." Valerie replied to him.
"Woo thank the gods for that because Bob would have my ass." Nordoc got up to stretch then went for his porridge.
He sat on the stool seeing two other figures asleep inside his own Yurt. One of them was his companion Bradford who knew him from his home world. Beside Bradford was a young female overseer whom he and Bradford shared after Mockshah's Battle Mage girlfriend broke up with him. Both of them were grateful that she did not have a whip on her otherwise she would use it on both of them. In the far corner to his right was another individual named Sandria Psyches a purple skinned dark elf with white hair. She was more of a snuggle butt companion to him. She had powers of a demi-goddess that allowed her to change her appearance, turn people into animals, and shoot fireballs or energy out of her hands. Sandria taught him how to play the conch shell flute. Beside her was his other companion known as Vorkster a Dwarf still young compared to Dwarf years yet still old enough to be a grandfather in human years. His beard was long and thick with Dwarf styles to it. Dwarf Manliness and Dark Brown just the way he wanted it.
"So today is the day right?" he asked Valerie eating more of his porridge. His companions stirred awake to eat breakfast.
"Yes, it is." she said with a smile.
Mockshah was too excited for words and finished up his meal quickly. He was eager for this moment to come. For over six years he proved himself a worthy warrior, good commander, and an obedient squire save for a few muck ups down the road. with help from the female companions and servants he prepared for the day of riding. Without hesitation he got a head start on packing things up inside the Yurt tent. His companions pushed him out of the tent telling him to meet their superiors. Dressed in a fine loose uniform all squires had to wear Mockshah exited his own tent. Outside he was now in their encampment that was about to move out. Troops, warriors, and various types of fighters were rallied and brought over for his command. Across from his own tent was the tent of Lord Tybalt Lancastere the Master and Commander of Knights and Crusaders. It was much bigger than his own since he was the superior commander. The young Mockshah marched in passing a shield and the four guards standing at the entrance. He gave them a salute receiving one in return from each guard. Inside he found Master and Commander Lancastere, Sir Denson, Lady Darkmare the Battle Mage, Captain Lordas, and Crowned Prince Vashnu of Atlantis who acted more of a wandering mercenary.
All five encircled a table with a map on it. Pieces were set on the map representing M.O.R. forces, IGA forces, and Atlantean forces. He came in right as they were just setting up. Five mugs of coffee rested on the table to keep them awake. When he walked in further Tybalt noticed his entry first. His Master, and the others were far too tired this morning.
"Good timing Nordoc! I hope Valerie has given you enough food." The Master and Commander greeted the young Mockshah. "We were just setting up. Help yourself to coffee."
As Mockshah went for coffee his Master, Mentor and Teacher greeted him with a good morning. He smiled greeting all three at once. He took position in between Darkmare and Denson who were like adopted parents to him. Tybalt was brief with his instructions on how many troops were moving towards the front on the Atlantean side of the area.
"The Atlantean troops under their current commander will be here on the mountain pass while the MOR faction of Marauders and Vandol Monsters are pressing to go through the mountains and around them." Tybalt pointed out.
"How many forces do the Atlanteans have over there?" Bob asked him with his eyebrows raised.
"No more than a brigade's worth." Lordas answered for Tybalt.
"Which is why we need to get a move on." Tybalt stated looking at the whole lot of them.
"How many fighters did we bring to be under my command?" Mockshah asked feeling excited and thrilled to have his first command. Tybalt looked at him wondering if he was crazy or just young.
"Let's see 293 hot heated fighters fresh from training, 218 overseers and baron-sons, 310 outlaw warriors as you requested, 175 axe wielders, 291 of your own freebooters, 304 lowlife thralls, 302 nobles with little combat experience, 220 war masters, warlords, 378 tribesmen, 116 Guardians, 76 Atlantean Silver Knights, 756 of their inmates, and 629 of my own knights with squires. Plus 33 elf warriors under Lordas' command." Tybalt said reciting the list of their own combatants.
"That makes 4,101 to command." Mockshah said more to himself than to them.
"It should be enough." Bob said looking up at Tybalt.
"Enough to ambush a larger force in my opinion." Mockshah boasted.
"Always with the ambushes and guerrilla warfare." Darkmare teased him rubbing his head. He grinned a little at this. Then turned his attention back to Bob then to Tybolt who looked at him with a serious face.
"Make that force 5510 or more." Tybolt said as if warning him.
"Wait a full brigade? Who else am I commanding?" Mockshah asked confused.
"Princess Eva has not proven herself to be a formidable commander in the field. So you will be replacing her as commander to a battalion of Atlantean troops." Tybalt said shoving a piece of documents his direction. Mockshah took the papers to examine them. He looked at the orders on them and realized he was to add more troops to his command. Actual soldiers not warriors, the Atlanteans liked to differentiate or separate the label of soldier from warrior as a sign of a civilized modern force.
"I shall take my leave then." He said giving a salute to them.
"Before you go that train is to stop at Barrowstone Tower. Is that understood?" Tybalt caught him before leaving. "That is where Eva's forces are stationed."
"Yes my lord." Mockshah said showing he understood his orders. He exited the tent to find a shield leaning against some spears and a flag with a skull on it flying above the encampment. At age twenty he was about to take command of a brigade, which would be impressive in his home world if did not act like it was the only planet with life on it.
(To be continued in another part)
Thursday, December 27, 2018
Galmand's Duty to Ehkbullar
After gathering 561 conscripted recruits from the gangs, outlaws, and pirates Galmand marched with these recruits in search of bandits who posed a threat to the peace. Through various sources he gathered many of them were veterans out of the job and turned to robbing. Each of those would surely come in handy at the front lines of this new war. With a force of 424 Dwarf Soldiers and Gnome Lawmen Galmand marched out to find these bandits. He discovered he was not the only one rounding them up. In his mind he knew it would not be easy to round them all up. Every bandit group would just disappear into the countryside. His forces or other forces would be unable to find them. Some would be killed, which would give away the bandits' position. Galmand did not know how many more Ehkbullar guards or recruiters were there. Knowing how large their lands were there would most likely be hundreds if not thousands of bandits, brigands, outlaws, highwaymen, and marauders. Gangs, outlaws, bandits, brigands, outlaws, highwaymen, and any marauders rounded up would be sent to the front lines.
Camping in the countryside with a larger force only meant troop movements to these various outcasts. He sent out one hundred men at a time to round up any outcasts in the surrounding area. Galmand kept track of how many of his men returned and how many individuals and groups they rounded up. Acting like an organized mob on a witch hunt his troops scoured the surrounding area over the course of three days. Using whatever information they received or help from the locals his forces were able to round up a number of these outcasts. Each one of them were tied up or shackled. To his greater fortune he only lost a few men each day. Once their sweep was done, which would end when another round up force met another, they moved towards the south. Hauling the outcasts with them his army put them through beatings, and forced them to march in the front. All of them had a black bandanna over their mouths to show what they were to those watching them. A big surprise came to him when some of the outcasts they rounded up earlier in this campaign rated out the outlaws, and marauders in the south. Ten nosy brigands, and outlaws were dragged over to his tent. He immediately made those outcasts and gang members soldiers or retrievers for his army. This added more to his force as he saw it increase in size as they broke their captives.
A full week went by in the south and they hit the jackpot of outlaws, bandits, marauders, brigands, highwaymen, and goons in the southern region. However he was not the only one gathering up these outcasts in this region of Ehkbullar. This other recruiter was like him only his reputation was of infamy and dreadful ruthlessness towards criminals he caught. His name was Agor Dunoid Runemaw, a brutal Sheriff Lawman, and cutthroat Country Watch Trooper in his past life. Country Watch Troopers acted as lawmen, soldiers and rangers protecting the countryside borders. Galmand chuckled when he learned this Half Dwarf half Gnome could no longer kill those he conscripted for service. A rough, brutal, and murderous Dwarf of the Law was pressed into staying his hand for recruiting. To Galmand it was a fitting punishment for the likes of Runemaw due to his past streak of kills that Galmand and others of the law and authorities as pointless. Nothing could be done and progress was put on hold with restoring old structures they intended to use. During peace time any criminal caught or in custody were used as manual labor to maintain old structures while their craftsman and works built new ones.
Forced to cancel the hunt for conscripts here and press towards the east where he stopped at a military base. With all the gathered conscripts and captives Galmand reported to the commander of the base. Aside from the 561 conscripted recruits his forces managed to round up 341 for the conscription army in the countryside of his jurisdiction. At the Base Commander's Office Galmand spoke with the Commander himself who recorded the number of conscripted recruits. He did not get his name however he did look like an associate or an acquaintance of his. Whoever he was this commander had good and bad news concerning their borders. These Nazdar forces were still bogged down in Kashmanol Country, and their neighbors were marshaling more forces to aid the resistance. In the south Veerland troops, and raiders were preparing to raid their borders. It was unknown how many men they would be sending to attack their borders. Galmand listened to the Commander who handed him records of how many conscripts were gathered across the eastern parts of Ehkbullar. Galmand asked about the west only to get cut off with orders from his superiors appearing on the desk. He snatched it up to read it. His eyes grew wide with shock and surprise. Since he gathered a considerable force he was to march towards the Veerland borders. Galmand looked at the Commander who closed his eyes and nodded. All he had was a battalion of 1,326 gathered at this base in the center of eastern Ehkbullar. He stood up to rally them to march onward the next day. The Commander mentioned there were more than 9000 outcast conscripts were already marching on the border with another force of 2000 marching from behind. Galmand took this in wondering what damage 11,000 could do. Ehkbullar's borders were guarded by militias, rangers, and bands of Watch Troopers.
Camping in the countryside with a larger force only meant troop movements to these various outcasts. He sent out one hundred men at a time to round up any outcasts in the surrounding area. Galmand kept track of how many of his men returned and how many individuals and groups they rounded up. Acting like an organized mob on a witch hunt his troops scoured the surrounding area over the course of three days. Using whatever information they received or help from the locals his forces were able to round up a number of these outcasts. Each one of them were tied up or shackled. To his greater fortune he only lost a few men each day. Once their sweep was done, which would end when another round up force met another, they moved towards the south. Hauling the outcasts with them his army put them through beatings, and forced them to march in the front. All of them had a black bandanna over their mouths to show what they were to those watching them. A big surprise came to him when some of the outcasts they rounded up earlier in this campaign rated out the outlaws, and marauders in the south. Ten nosy brigands, and outlaws were dragged over to his tent. He immediately made those outcasts and gang members soldiers or retrievers for his army. This added more to his force as he saw it increase in size as they broke their captives.
A full week went by in the south and they hit the jackpot of outlaws, bandits, marauders, brigands, highwaymen, and goons in the southern region. However he was not the only one gathering up these outcasts in this region of Ehkbullar. This other recruiter was like him only his reputation was of infamy and dreadful ruthlessness towards criminals he caught. His name was Agor Dunoid Runemaw, a brutal Sheriff Lawman, and cutthroat Country Watch Trooper in his past life. Country Watch Troopers acted as lawmen, soldiers and rangers protecting the countryside borders. Galmand chuckled when he learned this Half Dwarf half Gnome could no longer kill those he conscripted for service. A rough, brutal, and murderous Dwarf of the Law was pressed into staying his hand for recruiting. To Galmand it was a fitting punishment for the likes of Runemaw due to his past streak of kills that Galmand and others of the law and authorities as pointless. Nothing could be done and progress was put on hold with restoring old structures they intended to use. During peace time any criminal caught or in custody were used as manual labor to maintain old structures while their craftsman and works built new ones.
Forced to cancel the hunt for conscripts here and press towards the east where he stopped at a military base. With all the gathered conscripts and captives Galmand reported to the commander of the base. Aside from the 561 conscripted recruits his forces managed to round up 341 for the conscription army in the countryside of his jurisdiction. At the Base Commander's Office Galmand spoke with the Commander himself who recorded the number of conscripted recruits. He did not get his name however he did look like an associate or an acquaintance of his. Whoever he was this commander had good and bad news concerning their borders. These Nazdar forces were still bogged down in Kashmanol Country, and their neighbors were marshaling more forces to aid the resistance. In the south Veerland troops, and raiders were preparing to raid their borders. It was unknown how many men they would be sending to attack their borders. Galmand listened to the Commander who handed him records of how many conscripts were gathered across the eastern parts of Ehkbullar. Galmand asked about the west only to get cut off with orders from his superiors appearing on the desk. He snatched it up to read it. His eyes grew wide with shock and surprise. Since he gathered a considerable force he was to march towards the Veerland borders. Galmand looked at the Commander who closed his eyes and nodded. All he had was a battalion of 1,326 gathered at this base in the center of eastern Ehkbullar. He stood up to rally them to march onward the next day. The Commander mentioned there were more than 9000 outcast conscripts were already marching on the border with another force of 2000 marching from behind. Galmand took this in wondering what damage 11,000 could do. Ehkbullar's borders were guarded by militias, rangers, and bands of Watch Troopers.
Sunday, December 23, 2018
Territorial Flag of Rhes Tarim
Wednesday, December 19, 2018
Heading Out
Waking up inside his bunk the first thing he saw was the sun was rising. His bunk was
by the circular window. A perfect place to be woken up by the coming dawn. One of 200 Lybresan troops Sergeant Miles Hex stirred from his bunk. He chose to volunteer as a Lybresan Trooper while his other family members chose to become Marines, and Sailors. At age 19 he joined right after his schooling days to fight the threat of the Evusian Empire only to discover a new enemy. It came as a shock to him since they had heard rumors that Evusia was poised to invade the other islands. However that invasion never came due to the formation of the Vestrisian Union.
It was three years ago and he was a twenty-two year old Sergeant now. He watched the rays come through the glass and cracks of the window. The rest of his unit stirred from their bunks as their commanding officers sounded the wake up alarms. Today was the day they hoped to bring the fight to the enemy. A fleet of Gantronese was spotted not too far from the Ruhonthran Islands, which lay not too far from the mysterious platform seas. Sergeant Hex closed his eyes one more time not wishing to get up. They had all day to fight this fleet did they really need soldiers while they had privateers and a gathered fleet? He kept those thoughts to himself since it would bring down a lot of flak on him. In moments of closing his eyes a bright light was shined right into his eyes. Opening his eyes he saw the light from a flashlight being shined on his face. It turned off the second he woke up again. He saw a badge on a large chest followed by the bird gesture.
Captain Tabitha Black-Tusk hovered over him with the flashlight and giving him the middle finger. She put the flash light away and plopped a pill in her mouth then gave one to him. Without asking questions he took it and put the pill in his mouth. It was the drug that protected the body from the dangerous diseases of the seas and close quarters with certain Gantronese. Captain Black-Tusk took a swing from a flask then offered it to him. He drank from that before getting ready.As he stood up he put on his uniform when a dwarf appeared at the doorway. It was the typical dwarf only no beard in a Vestrisian Uniform. The Dwarf was then confronted by a superior officer who pointed him to the way he came back. Whoever this Dwarf was he scowled then took a peek at Captain Black-Tusk with a perverts smile. Black-Tusk had a large bust with a small body, she was adorable however she bossed them around as any officer would. The Vestrisian Superior smacked him then shaved a bag in his arms. He forced this Dwarf to go back the way he came. Sergeant Hex saw Captain Black-Tusk nearly piss herself watching the Dwarf go by. She was an attractive Lybresan woman, tough soldier, hard to crack smarty pants, and an agile commander. Yet something about this Dwarf's expression go to her. She regained her composer when he tapped her once then found himself on the floor.
She had pulled him down to the floor with his arm in her grip. Black-Tusk did not let go letting the other Lybresan troopers laugh at him. It was her way of humiliating male soldiers who crossed the line. As ordered to do so they filed out to the main deck. He heard heavy footsteps of boots enter the room. Hex looked up to see Major Kwoandan at the door. Hex looked more Uxane, and Nahemine than Lybresan. The Major informed them their unit would be heading for a different target. All the privateers and pirates would deal with the Gantronse Fleet. Because the Vestrisians were interested in saving their allies according to them. Kwoandan scoffed at that hoping to see some action against the invader. Apparently 200 of their troops, 150 Alagen troops, 400 Ivodran volunteers, 310 Ruhonthrans, and of course 500 Vestrisian Marines and Soldiers were to search the debris for signs of enemy prisoners, or survivors. He thought that was a joke. Black-Tusk released him and proceeded to prepare to board the craft waiting for them. Hex did the same racing after her to catch up. Major Kwoandan marched behind with his own gear ready.
On the main deck all 200 Lybresans stood in formation waiting orders to come through the radio. It was something they had been using ever since the invaders arrived. To the invader it was an older model. Major Kwoandan took the phone piece from the private and spoke with their superiors who were hundreds of miles from here. Just from looking at the Major's expression Hex knew the leaders were not pleased. When he hung up the phone piece the Major looked at them saying there was no coming home for them. They would have to die fighting the invaders. Each Lybresan took it in and prepared to load up the boats. No one hesitated or waited for other crafts to be filled. One by one the boats motored over to the aftermath with 1560 soldiers, marines, volunteers, and troops.
It seemed to be a large force to search debris. To many of them it was ridiculous for them to be searching the debris for anything. More than a thousand entered the mass of debris that still floated around. Hex looked around noticing something strange. The debris moved as one mass in a tortoise slow or slow as mud pace. He nudged Black-Tusk who barked at him to back off. Feeling forced down Hex decided to give up knowing his rank would not get the Captain to even observe the problem. His head turned to see some were noticing but had no clue what to expect. As they went deeper into the debris mass strange humanoids appeared in the water. Some of the soldiers opened fire showing they were a little jumpy. Any officers in the same boat yelled at them. Silence returned as the large force pressed further into the mass of debris from the battle. Hex looked at the bodies closer discovering they were corpses of Gantronese crew, and soldiers. Black-Tusk punched him to keep his eyes front. His eyes scanned the wreckage and floating debris wondering why did they bothering searching this mass of junk.
As he watched it became clear their superiors wanted weapons from the invaders. The only ways they could get these weapons were through piracy, and capturing weapons on the battlefield. To him it seemed pointless, because the V.U.V.R. was not too far away. Why would they come all this way for weapons? He looked at the fellow Lybresan in front of him who was such as a lug at times. A spear jumped out of the water wielded by a strange humanoid pierced the lug of a Lybresan through the side. The spear went through his body from an upward angle. He heard himself yell the lug's name out with shock and fear. Hex turned on the humanoid and fired three rounds. It was not long before more humanoids launched an attack on the unsuspecting mass of troops in the debris. All over the debris hundreds of aquatic enemies speared soldiers, dragged soldiers into the water, shot projectiles into the ranks. Everyone who was not attacked immediately fired into the water and the debris. Hex and Black-Tusk's boat full of troops fired into the ocean screaming as they tried to prevent more attacks. Some boats close by had holes pierced into the hulls from beneath. Hex and his fellow soldiers never experienced this sort of warfare or encountered this enemy before. This scared many of the soldiers and volunteers. Some tossed grenades in to act as depth charges to force the enemy back. There was so much shooting, screaming, bodies coming up, attacks, and limbs dropping in the water that no one knew what was going on. Hex's boat came under attack as arms and weapons came after them. In fear they fired into the water hoping to keep this enemy at by. Like some nightmare this new enemy pulled entire boats under the maw of the ocean. Whoever was a float in the water were immediately drowned, or stabbed. The water changed blood red as more corpses fell in and emerged from the shooting.
Most of their forces were wiped out by an unseen force that also suffered casualties. Black-Tusk was stabbed in the leg forcing her to let out an ear splitting scream. Hex shot the humanoid in the head. That is when another jumped out to attack him. A fellow Lybresan lunged at the humanoid only to be dragged down with it. Black-Tusk grabbed a hold of the motor and turned their craft around to escape. Hex leaned against some bodies of their fellow countrymen to watch her back. Another survivor kept their eyes out for any more hostiles. She turned the boat as fast as she could to get out of what they realized was a trap. Looking around Hex could see thousands of bodies and boats floating in the water. They were not the only ones getting out of there. A few scores of boats moved towards what they deemed safe the open ocean.
Monday, December 17, 2018
Conscription in Ehkbullar
In just a span of ten years the Nazdar were able to conquer parts of the world that is known as Calorn. Nazdar invaders were very close to seizing another territory. Koshmanol was the name of the territory these invaders were taking over. According to the facts of nations around them this invader should have been able to conquer their world by now. What was stopping them were other factions from the stars, another competing empire, and that many of the states had the capacity to resist them. Every year there was always a rebellion or uprising. More than half the nations, and kingdoms south of Ehkbullar and west of Koshmanol prepared to fight this enemy. However Verland or Veerland, and the Orc region of Kharmala joined these invaders. Orian was divided into several kingdoms whereas the half Orc nation of Kyria was forced to declare neutrality. All the states remaining formed an alliance with outsiders and each other.
Within the Dwarf city of Bhog Burim lived a population of 41, 515 Dwarves and Gnomes. Due to inbreeding the races came more related. There were enough males and females to recruit when the time came. Every time Ehkbullar went to war they conscripted all the unwanted first, and cleared the dungeons and jail cells before recruitment happened. For the past few decades the city witnessed the rise of gangs in the area and in surrounding towns. As a Dwarf Conscription Officer it was Galmand Obalson's job to find the gangs of the area and conscript them. Most gangs were smart not to tangle with the military who would send a company after them. As for the guards, and police they did come under attack every few weeks. Within the vicinity of the city and towns were twenty or more known gangs, and a handful of rogues and loners who were vicious fighters. These gangs included Samaddams, Smithwitches, Heineks, Old Brews, The Harps, Michalebs, Two X's, Angry Orchard Gang, Coras, New Helges, Blue Moons, Dock Rabbits, New Hollands, Jacob Haine's, Brown Castles, Buffs, Headstars, a Miller fellow, one handsome Leo Rogue, and a trio who call themselves the Nothing Gang.
Going through the names of the gangs he also checked the number of members and their locations. A total of twenty five Samaddams gang members roamed the market square and the abandoned temple. Four members of the Smithwitches lurk in an alley close to the old way-point. Somewhere near one of the loners live two members of the Heineks Gang who managed to avoid the larger gangs. The Old Brews had an infamous legacy to the city that made them the oldest gang within the old parts of the brewery sector. Often called the Guiness Harps the Harps have 15 members along the edge of the Boarding House District. Just Six Michelibs had a small turf in the apartment district along the edge of the city. Nine members of the Two X gang acted more like nomad's from the city to other areas. All the loners included figures such as an Angry Orchard dude near Garden Street, a Coras associate, New Helge Associate, a single Blue Moon who left the gang, and a Buffs associate member by the Violin Inn. There were other loners and lone rangers like the one Dock Rabbit who dwells in the edge of the city, a New Holland who hangs with the Trio, and a Brown Castle member who hides near the main castle. Those were not too hard to round up for the military conscription.
When that was done he took his team to the nearest settlement. A small city known as Bhalyar along the river of Gonze. Here they rounded up a single Coras member, 4 Helge members, 5 Buffs, 5 Harps, a trio of those Brown Castles, and 22 Samaddams members. Their job got easier thanks to the ones in the main city who ratted them out. In his mind Galmand knew there had to be more gang members than this. All his superiors wanted were raw recruits who apparently had fighting skills already. If someone knew how to fight and did not have military training that was a good sign. After gathering up the goons in the area Galmand took what information he could get and raced for the city of Edgad where more gangs dwell. This time they had help from the the locals and the militia who rounded them up before he arrived. Approximately 46 Samaddams, 38 Buffs, 5 Coras, 10 Harps, 27 Headstars, 31 Old Brews, 11 Angry Archards, a single Miller that had to be restrained, one lone heineks, a Leo Rogue, and a Michelib Ultra goon. That totaled up to 293 gang members rounded up in the three settlements.
Galmand was surprised to see only 293 gang members were rounded up. He quickly recorded them and whoever else they had rounded up. This was to clear as much of the streets as possible before the mass conscription of prisoners. Ehkbullar's ruling families and government made a decree to conscript all jailed criminals and gangs along side any outlaws that can be found. Among the 293 goons they rounded up in the region they found 160 pirates hiding from authorities, and 108 outlaws in the cities. That only made the total number of conscripts in this region 561 able bodies for canon fodder. Galmand wanted to continue the search before they dragged all the inmates and prisoners out of jail for military service in the name of Ehkbullar. If there were no doubt thousands of inmates and prisoners across Ehkbullar then there were most likely thousands of more goons and outlaws to round up.
Within the Dwarf city of Bhog Burim lived a population of 41, 515 Dwarves and Gnomes. Due to inbreeding the races came more related. There were enough males and females to recruit when the time came. Every time Ehkbullar went to war they conscripted all the unwanted first, and cleared the dungeons and jail cells before recruitment happened. For the past few decades the city witnessed the rise of gangs in the area and in surrounding towns. As a Dwarf Conscription Officer it was Galmand Obalson's job to find the gangs of the area and conscript them. Most gangs were smart not to tangle with the military who would send a company after them. As for the guards, and police they did come under attack every few weeks. Within the vicinity of the city and towns were twenty or more known gangs, and a handful of rogues and loners who were vicious fighters. These gangs included Samaddams, Smithwitches, Heineks, Old Brews, The Harps, Michalebs, Two X's, Angry Orchard Gang, Coras, New Helges, Blue Moons, Dock Rabbits, New Hollands, Jacob Haine's, Brown Castles, Buffs, Headstars, a Miller fellow, one handsome Leo Rogue, and a trio who call themselves the Nothing Gang.
Going through the names of the gangs he also checked the number of members and their locations. A total of twenty five Samaddams gang members roamed the market square and the abandoned temple. Four members of the Smithwitches lurk in an alley close to the old way-point. Somewhere near one of the loners live two members of the Heineks Gang who managed to avoid the larger gangs. The Old Brews had an infamous legacy to the city that made them the oldest gang within the old parts of the brewery sector. Often called the Guiness Harps the Harps have 15 members along the edge of the Boarding House District. Just Six Michelibs had a small turf in the apartment district along the edge of the city. Nine members of the Two X gang acted more like nomad's from the city to other areas. All the loners included figures such as an Angry Orchard dude near Garden Street, a Coras associate, New Helge Associate, a single Blue Moon who left the gang, and a Buffs associate member by the Violin Inn. There were other loners and lone rangers like the one Dock Rabbit who dwells in the edge of the city, a New Holland who hangs with the Trio, and a Brown Castle member who hides near the main castle. Those were not too hard to round up for the military conscription.
When that was done he took his team to the nearest settlement. A small city known as Bhalyar along the river of Gonze. Here they rounded up a single Coras member, 4 Helge members, 5 Buffs, 5 Harps, a trio of those Brown Castles, and 22 Samaddams members. Their job got easier thanks to the ones in the main city who ratted them out. In his mind Galmand knew there had to be more gang members than this. All his superiors wanted were raw recruits who apparently had fighting skills already. If someone knew how to fight and did not have military training that was a good sign. After gathering up the goons in the area Galmand took what information he could get and raced for the city of Edgad where more gangs dwell. This time they had help from the the locals and the militia who rounded them up before he arrived. Approximately 46 Samaddams, 38 Buffs, 5 Coras, 10 Harps, 27 Headstars, 31 Old Brews, 11 Angry Archards, a single Miller that had to be restrained, one lone heineks, a Leo Rogue, and a Michelib Ultra goon. That totaled up to 293 gang members rounded up in the three settlements.
Galmand was surprised to see only 293 gang members were rounded up. He quickly recorded them and whoever else they had rounded up. This was to clear as much of the streets as possible before the mass conscription of prisoners. Ehkbullar's ruling families and government made a decree to conscript all jailed criminals and gangs along side any outlaws that can be found. Among the 293 goons they rounded up in the region they found 160 pirates hiding from authorities, and 108 outlaws in the cities. That only made the total number of conscripts in this region 561 able bodies for canon fodder. Galmand wanted to continue the search before they dragged all the inmates and prisoners out of jail for military service in the name of Ehkbullar. If there were no doubt thousands of inmates and prisoners across Ehkbullar then there were most likely thousands of more goons and outlaws to round up.
Friday, December 14, 2018
He Has To Admit It
At the table he sat at his so called family cornered him. For years they traveled together each one a black sheep or the golden apple of their families. A group of nine friends became more of a family than just a circle of friends. Coming from a wealthy family had its benefits for travelling abroad. It was the year 1511 in what is now the capitol of the Ottoman Empire. Just over a half century ago it was once Constantinople, the capitol of the Byzantine Empire. In their heads they knew it was really the Roman Empire under a new name. However that was not the case or the issue here. Around this time the current ruling Sultan of the Ottoman Empire Bayezid II was locked in a civil war for his thrown. None of them really cared about the events going on here. For they were not from this world. All nine of them wore clothing that fit the cultures of Europe and that of the Ottoman Empire. To the locals it seemed strange for them to be together. Some of them tried to pass of as Christian while others tried to pass off as Turks.
To their luck the authorities did not seem to care. However they glared at the culprit behind their demise and life style choices. As a whole they came from another world that was far more advanced than this one who was just now exiting the Medieval Era. What they wanted from their so called Imam friend was why they are here in the first place when they could be on another world. Five years ago he received the message to head over to a particular planet that was some what medieval in culture. Out of fury the women of their group stood up to beat him into the ground. None of them did since it would only draw attention to them. A few of them had already been questioned at lest once over their origins. Using their charm and bribery they convinced the guards they were Greeks travelling the islands.
A lone guardian angel wearing combat armor rolled his eyes as he watched the women shriek at him in another tongue that sounded Turkish and Greek meshed together. In his mind he believed the guards would literally catch on. Standing on the rooftop invisible watching these nine aliens dressed in medieval clothing argue while a civil war over the throne of an empire was going on. Yet he decided to partake in that civil war choosing both sides as a mercenary. It was for money, adventure, the thirst for battle and just a chance to ride an actual camel to battle. At the battle over Asia Minor in 1509 he literally did not care about which side he was on. He slew dozens of Turks and Safavids and marched on Constantinople with the claimant Ahmed. In this current year he decided to put down a revolt in Thrace disguised as a Turk. That is when he discovered she was here on this world. For years he kept thinking of her hoping to run into her. Every day he saw nothing happen and believed it would never happen. There was nothing more than he could ask for was an exodus from this suffering. However on this rooftop he watched her grab the guilty one by the collar and shake him. At the top of her lungs she screamed at this tall man who looked like he had aged and hardly exercised. He was not fat just disgustingly average. All he has to admit was that he lied and that he lost all their stuff somewhere. For the guardian all he had to admit was that he still wanted her after all these years. He just needed to be more patient.
To their luck the authorities did not seem to care. However they glared at the culprit behind their demise and life style choices. As a whole they came from another world that was far more advanced than this one who was just now exiting the Medieval Era. What they wanted from their so called Imam friend was why they are here in the first place when they could be on another world. Five years ago he received the message to head over to a particular planet that was some what medieval in culture. Out of fury the women of their group stood up to beat him into the ground. None of them did since it would only draw attention to them. A few of them had already been questioned at lest once over their origins. Using their charm and bribery they convinced the guards they were Greeks travelling the islands.
A lone guardian angel wearing combat armor rolled his eyes as he watched the women shriek at him in another tongue that sounded Turkish and Greek meshed together. In his mind he believed the guards would literally catch on. Standing on the rooftop invisible watching these nine aliens dressed in medieval clothing argue while a civil war over the throne of an empire was going on. Yet he decided to partake in that civil war choosing both sides as a mercenary. It was for money, adventure, the thirst for battle and just a chance to ride an actual camel to battle. At the battle over Asia Minor in 1509 he literally did not care about which side he was on. He slew dozens of Turks and Safavids and marched on Constantinople with the claimant Ahmed. In this current year he decided to put down a revolt in Thrace disguised as a Turk. That is when he discovered she was here on this world. For years he kept thinking of her hoping to run into her. Every day he saw nothing happen and believed it would never happen. There was nothing more than he could ask for was an exodus from this suffering. However on this rooftop he watched her grab the guilty one by the collar and shake him. At the top of her lungs she screamed at this tall man who looked like he had aged and hardly exercised. He was not fat just disgustingly average. All he has to admit was that he lied and that he lost all their stuff somewhere. For the guardian all he had to admit was that he still wanted her after all these years. He just needed to be more patient.
Wednesday, December 12, 2018
A Defensive Position
Surrounded by two walls of barbed wired fences the lone tank kept watch over the studio. It seemed strange to be defending this studio since it only served the purpose of entertainment. Everyone should be able to come up with their own D##n entertainment. It should be easy to entertain yourself. Not rely on others to entertain them. Boredom does cause ideas to enter the brain that is where the entertainment should come from. Apparently the studio had a nice bar next door to it that allowed singing and dancing some nights. That brought some relief from the stress of defending this one person who could be taken out of the area. She was a target according to reports and a witness to some horrible crimes. Desperate to bring in protection they had to hire a mercenary tank. Well this tank had to be fenced off and camouflaged from the rest of the area. Whatever this tank was doing it had to keep an eye out for enemies.
On the rooftop in combat armor the tank watched as his target got on the stage in her flower dress. His own life would be in her hands come Christmas in a few years. For now he had to be on the rooftop watching over her princess self along with two other Guardians. To them he was a fenced off tank that could blend in easily. Only some people assumed he was a spy, and others believed he was a terrorist.
On the rooftop in combat armor the tank watched as his target got on the stage in her flower dress. His own life would be in her hands come Christmas in a few years. For now he had to be on the rooftop watching over her princess self along with two other Guardians. To them he was a fenced off tank that could blend in easily. Only some people assumed he was a spy, and others believed he was a terrorist.
Monday, December 10, 2018
A New Faction Joins the Fold
No more than nine other races, factions, organizations and mercenary groups have been fighting for these empires. Some of them were aquatic species, others were mammal like races, reptilian like, just one of these races appeared similar to the ones on this world. The only reason his people joined the fray was because they were also at war with the Lamia Species of Myapos and Zescephus. Many of his own race fought and died in their wars with the Lamia whose species were viewed as monsters. Although they were beautiful in the upper body, their snake like tails for legs made a frightful impression. He came from a purple skinned race known as the Leki who are known for their various cultures depending on hairstyles. Those with appendage like hair are the warriors, those born with bald heads become soldiers, and the rest serve other functions of their societies.
As a Leki warrior and hunter Hadrius was tasked with combating the enemies of the Leki cultures who included a variety of different species. Some involved hunting the enemy down, and others required him to watch over someone at night. Those days were long gone and there was nothing but going forth into the front lines. Now he stood aboard a drop ship that his people were equipped by the Gantronese to drop troops off. Standing at the exit wielding his spear in one hand and a shield in the other Hadrius observed the battlefield over what was once called Miccado. Their drop ship took them over the battlefield where thousands of combatants engaged each other over a ruined landscape. Entire settlements lay in ruin, structures could only be identified by their bases, and foundations. Hills were made up of skeletons and heaps of bones. More corpses added dread to the gruesome scene. Hadrius' drop ship landed in a clear area that was once a graveyard behind a hill.
Saturday, December 8, 2018
Soccer meets Head Life story
Back when I was in Elementary School we would always play soccer on the playground. That was always during recess. At the time I was not the best at soccer nor was I the worst. Teams were chose depending on classroom or grades. Some days it was one classroom against the other. Other days we divided the classroom into separate teams. Everyone had their part in the game or were given their part each game. There were days we had to pick up where we left off in the game. However we never played when it was muddy or raining. Like any kid we would argue over scores. Now I was not always the smartest when it came to grades except for some subjects. Fourth Graders vs Fifth Graders you might as well call it Hey Arnold or Recess. There was always the same people playing soccer. I have had my victories along with everyone else who played.
During one game I stood there waiting for this other kid to kick the ball and either kick it someone else or kick it back. When he kicked I watched it come towards me expecting it to come down before coming to me. That is when it hit me in the head. I did not know how hard he kicked, but it was hard enough to knock me unconscious. My body landed flat on the ground. I would never blame you if you laughed out loud. Why should I be mad. When I look back I think I should have moved or that was too funny. Everything went black for how long I do not know. All I can tell you is that I saw nothing but pitch blackness until I opened my eyes. A circle of other kids surrounded me. What did you expect and ambulance or for them to carry to the nurse? Nope, all they did was gawp at me. Should I blame them, not necessarily. My eyes blinked a few times before I got up. Everything felt dizzy, but my memories were still intact. Having memories intact spelled good will for anyone after something like that.
During one game I stood there waiting for this other kid to kick the ball and either kick it someone else or kick it back. When he kicked I watched it come towards me expecting it to come down before coming to me. That is when it hit me in the head. I did not know how hard he kicked, but it was hard enough to knock me unconscious. My body landed flat on the ground. I would never blame you if you laughed out loud. Why should I be mad. When I look back I think I should have moved or that was too funny. Everything went black for how long I do not know. All I can tell you is that I saw nothing but pitch blackness until I opened my eyes. A circle of other kids surrounded me. What did you expect and ambulance or for them to carry to the nurse? Nope, all they did was gawp at me. Should I blame them, not necessarily. My eyes blinked a few times before I got up. Everything felt dizzy, but my memories were still intact. Having memories intact spelled good will for anyone after something like that.
Friday, December 7, 2018
Host to the Invader
Two months after the Battle of Agincourt the English have pushed further into France. Under the banners of the English some Normans joined King Henry V of England. It was known as the Lancastrian War, the third or fourth conflict between the Kings of France and England according to him. Now it is the year 1415 of their Lord Jesus Christ and the Crusades have long been over. He looked at his goblet of wine pondering over other events going on in Europe. News of events often took weeks or days depending on its pace. To the north east where the Crusades against the Pagans had been over for the past five years. For the victory of all Christendom the Pagans of the Baltic region converted to the faith. In his mind he believed all those forces should be moved to drive out these Englishmen sitting in his hall feasting on his food. As he watched these Englishmen who called themselves descendants of Saxons and Normans he wondered what was next once France was taken.
His beloved France was the prize for the Crown of England in this prolonged war. All his forefathers resisted only to see more land fall to the English. Even though they retained their lands it was likely going to be part of England's Domain. His Lordship and Lands would likely be handed over to the son of some English Earl or a Prince. Swirling the goblet of wine the Lord thought about the Spanish Peninsula and wondered how long the Reconquista would take. More kingdoms rose up in defiance of the Moorish and Muslim infidels. At the same time those kingdoms either fell or joined the stronger ones.
Winter was setting in as it was December. Neither the armies of France or that of England would think of marching at this time of year. Unless it was a clear day and the storms had subsided. In the spring any knight or footman of France would certainly dread facing the English in open combat. Many of France's Nobles had to ensure King Charles VI not to worry about how close Henry's armies were to Orleans. He received those scrolls with orders to halt the English advance. Halt the English advance they were already here in his halls. Anglican, Saxon, Briton, Welshman, and Lancastrian men drank, ate his food, and caused a bit of rabble rousing in his hall. It was not to the point of destroying things but rather playful according to the English. According to rumors the English would remove Nobles and replace them with their own.
All he saw was an invader who decided to keep him as a lapdog until a Lordling or young noble came of age was granted rights to his lands. It would come to no surprise if the English King or circle of nobles granted a Knight, lands and a title. His loyalties were not questioned since he was given no choice than to bend the knee to the invader. Becoming a host to his invader made him a viable target outside the English territory. It did provide some protection from his rivals. An English noble shouted at the top of his lungs in broken and bad French. He raised his drink up to the french lord who raised his goblet in return. The only words he deciphered among the gibberish were "love" and "gratitude". Whoever this Englishman was he was certainly ugly as a hell spawn and fatter than a pig. Was this man a noble, or some failed knight he could not tell. A court jester or the courtly drunkard would be suitable for him not this grand hall of his lordship.
The lord eyed the fat Englishman with disgust, and the urge to bash his skull open with his goblet. Just something about him made him want to hit this fat ugly man wearing English colors. Just the urge to get up from his seat to beat this man senseless filled him. His eyes were on the fat man as he kept speaking in bad French and the other Englishmen egged him on or mocked him. Some threw bones at him while others threw food at him. One even told him to shut up. He finally did and drank the rest of his drink which spilled all over him. This pig let out a belch and grabbed one of the servants passing by. She tried to resist him but he tried kiss and lick her. His face was in her breasts forcing her to beat him off her. Out of disgrace and anger the Lord stood up demanding he be removed.
His own hall fell silent and all eyes were on him. They may be the invader, but he was the host. His face was red with anger until two men grabbed the fat man and dragged him out. When the fat man was gone he immediately ordered for the feast to presume. Mumbling and stares were the only actions made by the Englishmen as they sat back down. Music filled the hall once again and the servants brought more mead and wine. An English Baron approached him holding two cups of wine. He handed one to the Lord only to take it back before saying something. This Baron reminded him of his fealty to the King of England. All he could do was nod in agreement and take a second cup of wine from the invader.
His beloved France was the prize for the Crown of England in this prolonged war. All his forefathers resisted only to see more land fall to the English. Even though they retained their lands it was likely going to be part of England's Domain. His Lordship and Lands would likely be handed over to the son of some English Earl or a Prince. Swirling the goblet of wine the Lord thought about the Spanish Peninsula and wondered how long the Reconquista would take. More kingdoms rose up in defiance of the Moorish and Muslim infidels. At the same time those kingdoms either fell or joined the stronger ones.
Winter was setting in as it was December. Neither the armies of France or that of England would think of marching at this time of year. Unless it was a clear day and the storms had subsided. In the spring any knight or footman of France would certainly dread facing the English in open combat. Many of France's Nobles had to ensure King Charles VI not to worry about how close Henry's armies were to Orleans. He received those scrolls with orders to halt the English advance. Halt the English advance they were already here in his halls. Anglican, Saxon, Briton, Welshman, and Lancastrian men drank, ate his food, and caused a bit of rabble rousing in his hall. It was not to the point of destroying things but rather playful according to the English. According to rumors the English would remove Nobles and replace them with their own.
All he saw was an invader who decided to keep him as a lapdog until a Lordling or young noble came of age was granted rights to his lands. It would come to no surprise if the English King or circle of nobles granted a Knight, lands and a title. His loyalties were not questioned since he was given no choice than to bend the knee to the invader. Becoming a host to his invader made him a viable target outside the English territory. It did provide some protection from his rivals. An English noble shouted at the top of his lungs in broken and bad French. He raised his drink up to the french lord who raised his goblet in return. The only words he deciphered among the gibberish were "love" and "gratitude". Whoever this Englishman was he was certainly ugly as a hell spawn and fatter than a pig. Was this man a noble, or some failed knight he could not tell. A court jester or the courtly drunkard would be suitable for him not this grand hall of his lordship.
The lord eyed the fat Englishman with disgust, and the urge to bash his skull open with his goblet. Just something about him made him want to hit this fat ugly man wearing English colors. Just the urge to get up from his seat to beat this man senseless filled him. His eyes were on the fat man as he kept speaking in bad French and the other Englishmen egged him on or mocked him. Some threw bones at him while others threw food at him. One even told him to shut up. He finally did and drank the rest of his drink which spilled all over him. This pig let out a belch and grabbed one of the servants passing by. She tried to resist him but he tried kiss and lick her. His face was in her breasts forcing her to beat him off her. Out of disgrace and anger the Lord stood up demanding he be removed.
His own hall fell silent and all eyes were on him. They may be the invader, but he was the host. His face was red with anger until two men grabbed the fat man and dragged him out. When the fat man was gone he immediately ordered for the feast to presume. Mumbling and stares were the only actions made by the Englishmen as they sat back down. Music filled the hall once again and the servants brought more mead and wine. An English Baron approached him holding two cups of wine. He handed one to the Lord only to take it back before saying something. This Baron reminded him of his fealty to the King of England. All he could do was nod in agreement and take a second cup of wine from the invader.
Monday, December 3, 2018
Mockshah Meets the Princess
At the age of sixteen Mockshah joined a band of pirates against the wishes of the IGA's highest authority who wanted him to act as a prince. He had shown skills, prowess, and wisdom that he could not show on his home planet. Yet the sense and urge for adventure flowed in his veins when he was off world or allowed to anyways. Thus pushing him towards piracy, crusading, and going on wild adventures the IGA labeled as useful. Seldom did he enter the battlefield against the mutants of the MOR. As one of Bob's squires he was supposed to be at his side. For weapon of choice he chose the bow and arrow and for melee, a variety of weapons. It was close to winter when he met Black Kat a legendary Pirate Lord who commanded an army and fleet of pirates. She saw him as a potential successor or future Pirate Lord to add to their diminished court of four.
Aboard her famous ship were one hundred and sixty-nine pirates ready to launch a raid on a cruise liner. Black Kat brought Mockshah along for the fun of raiding and plundering. This cruise liner was said to be filled with no more than nine hundred passengers and little units of guards. Half the passengers were nobles. It was the best kind of target to plunder. Young Mockshah was ready to board the ship as the Captain flew them towards the starboard side. In moments their attack commenced and more than a hundred pirates boarded the cruise ship from above. Such an attack took the crew and passengers by surprise. Almost no shots had to be fired as the people ran amuck screaming with fear.
Mockshah took down a few guards without killing them. He was against doing that since it was raid not a slaughter. Passengers and crew were rounded up and tied up. All their gold, money, currency, valuables, and treasures were handed over. No more than thirty were sent to hunt down the rest of the passengers. He joined this group so he could sneak up on unsuspecting passengers who hid in their cabins. He turned it into a game to pass the time easier. Capturing people like this became enjoyable to him and his crew mates who wanted no one underneath the first deck. All the passengers and crew members were required to be above the other decks. So about thirty at a time they dragged people who soiled themselves all the way up to the rest of the people. Mockshah was then sent to find the princess whom was assumed to only trust a human's face and not some scary humanoid monster like the crew.
He only shrugged his shoulders and went hunting for her. There was not a single bad intention in Mockshah's heart as he searched for this princess in her cabin. This cabin was the size of a chamber in a castle and built like a labyrinth. He searched for ten minutes before someone hit him in the back of the head with what looked like thick book with a cartoon woman on it. Getting up he saw a very cute princess who was developing early. She wore a costume of some sorts that appeared oriental in fashion.
"That hurt." he said rubbing his head.
"You are a pirate!" she snapped at him. She raised the book up again to hit when someone else snatched it from behind. Both teens looked up to see a very tired and grouchy Sir Bob Denson. The boy froze with fear at the sight of his mentor, teacher, and master knight. All Bob did was grab Mockshah by the shirt, lifted him up so their nose could touch. Bob was in no mood for excuses.
"WHAT are you doing with PIRATES??" Bob barked at the young Mockshah. The young pirate and squire at the time soiled his pants. Words escaped him as his eyes grew wide with fear. He knew just how screwed he was at this very moment.
"Every night you are scheduled to be with me or a member of the IGA! Where did you go?" Bob pointed out furious with him. The princess stuck her tongue out and mocked him for being in trouble. He had to explain himself fast otherwise Bob would throw him in with the Black Coats and those were the last people he should march with.
"It was all Black Kat's fault! She snagged me up and had me join her crew for a raid!" he blurted out with his heart pumping. All he heard was the laughter of the princess making fun of him soiling his pants. Not even bothering to check the Princess or other nobles Bob carried a soiled Mockshah over to the first deck.
When the pirates saw Bob they froze, shot themselves, or ran for their lives. No one messed with Bob Denson. It was a death wish if you even messed with him or insulted him behind his back. A reputation like that reminded Mockshah of how warriors were in the Dark Ages and Medieval Times. Even before Biblical times on his world there were people such a reputation. As the huge Knight and Champion carried his squire up to the first deck not a single pirate blocked his path. They scattered like rats getting cornered. No one wanted to fight Bob Denson who was enjoying a nap when all this occurred. Behind them the Princess marched up with him holding her head high with pride and power.
"Black Kat you are under arrest! As Princess Eva of the Atlantean Court I sentence you to three years of imprisonment!" the princess said with gusto.
"Wait you are Princess Eva?" Mockshah asked then started to smirk and laugh at her.
"Who are you supposed to be?" he asked her as a hint of laughter escaped his lips.
"Boy I will throw you!"
"Yes sir! I will shut up!" Mockshah said feeling the words grapple him.
Bob cornered Black Kat who held up her cutlass against his chest ready to fight to the end. She looked at him then at Mockshah before deciding what to do. Thinking fast she jumped up did a back flip and hand somersaulted off the ship. She left her crew, loot, and possible successor at the hands of former buccaneer Bob Denson. Denson dropped Mockshah and released two servants.
"Clean him up and dress him in something suitable. He is going to be punished for this!" Denson ordered.
"Like what-" Bob cut him off with a finger pointed at him and a very angry glare. Mockshah was cleaned up and dressed in what appeared to be a prison jumpsuit. His ankles were shackled and he was forced to calculate every sent and money that went to the Princess's university tuition. Because he would not be rewarded all the money he would earn until age 30 he had to roll up and calculate a portion of that income to pay for Eva's college tuition.
Aboard her famous ship were one hundred and sixty-nine pirates ready to launch a raid on a cruise liner. Black Kat brought Mockshah along for the fun of raiding and plundering. This cruise liner was said to be filled with no more than nine hundred passengers and little units of guards. Half the passengers were nobles. It was the best kind of target to plunder. Young Mockshah was ready to board the ship as the Captain flew them towards the starboard side. In moments their attack commenced and more than a hundred pirates boarded the cruise ship from above. Such an attack took the crew and passengers by surprise. Almost no shots had to be fired as the people ran amuck screaming with fear.
Mockshah took down a few guards without killing them. He was against doing that since it was raid not a slaughter. Passengers and crew were rounded up and tied up. All their gold, money, currency, valuables, and treasures were handed over. No more than thirty were sent to hunt down the rest of the passengers. He joined this group so he could sneak up on unsuspecting passengers who hid in their cabins. He turned it into a game to pass the time easier. Capturing people like this became enjoyable to him and his crew mates who wanted no one underneath the first deck. All the passengers and crew members were required to be above the other decks. So about thirty at a time they dragged people who soiled themselves all the way up to the rest of the people. Mockshah was then sent to find the princess whom was assumed to only trust a human's face and not some scary humanoid monster like the crew.
He only shrugged his shoulders and went hunting for her. There was not a single bad intention in Mockshah's heart as he searched for this princess in her cabin. This cabin was the size of a chamber in a castle and built like a labyrinth. He searched for ten minutes before someone hit him in the back of the head with what looked like thick book with a cartoon woman on it. Getting up he saw a very cute princess who was developing early. She wore a costume of some sorts that appeared oriental in fashion.
"That hurt." he said rubbing his head.
"You are a pirate!" she snapped at him. She raised the book up again to hit when someone else snatched it from behind. Both teens looked up to see a very tired and grouchy Sir Bob Denson. The boy froze with fear at the sight of his mentor, teacher, and master knight. All Bob did was grab Mockshah by the shirt, lifted him up so their nose could touch. Bob was in no mood for excuses.
"WHAT are you doing with PIRATES??" Bob barked at the young Mockshah. The young pirate and squire at the time soiled his pants. Words escaped him as his eyes grew wide with fear. He knew just how screwed he was at this very moment.
"Every night you are scheduled to be with me or a member of the IGA! Where did you go?" Bob pointed out furious with him. The princess stuck her tongue out and mocked him for being in trouble. He had to explain himself fast otherwise Bob would throw him in with the Black Coats and those were the last people he should march with.
"It was all Black Kat's fault! She snagged me up and had me join her crew for a raid!" he blurted out with his heart pumping. All he heard was the laughter of the princess making fun of him soiling his pants. Not even bothering to check the Princess or other nobles Bob carried a soiled Mockshah over to the first deck.
When the pirates saw Bob they froze, shot themselves, or ran for their lives. No one messed with Bob Denson. It was a death wish if you even messed with him or insulted him behind his back. A reputation like that reminded Mockshah of how warriors were in the Dark Ages and Medieval Times. Even before Biblical times on his world there were people such a reputation. As the huge Knight and Champion carried his squire up to the first deck not a single pirate blocked his path. They scattered like rats getting cornered. No one wanted to fight Bob Denson who was enjoying a nap when all this occurred. Behind them the Princess marched up with him holding her head high with pride and power.
"Black Kat you are under arrest! As Princess Eva of the Atlantean Court I sentence you to three years of imprisonment!" the princess said with gusto.
"Wait you are Princess Eva?" Mockshah asked then started to smirk and laugh at her.
"Who are you supposed to be?" he asked her as a hint of laughter escaped his lips.
"Boy I will throw you!"
"Yes sir! I will shut up!" Mockshah said feeling the words grapple him.
Bob cornered Black Kat who held up her cutlass against his chest ready to fight to the end. She looked at him then at Mockshah before deciding what to do. Thinking fast she jumped up did a back flip and hand somersaulted off the ship. She left her crew, loot, and possible successor at the hands of former buccaneer Bob Denson. Denson dropped Mockshah and released two servants.
"Clean him up and dress him in something suitable. He is going to be punished for this!" Denson ordered.
"Like what-" Bob cut him off with a finger pointed at him and a very angry glare. Mockshah was cleaned up and dressed in what appeared to be a prison jumpsuit. His ankles were shackled and he was forced to calculate every sent and money that went to the Princess's university tuition. Because he would not be rewarded all the money he would earn until age 30 he had to roll up and calculate a portion of that income to pay for Eva's college tuition.
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