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)
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