"Listen up, this is how you can deal with a possible mimic inside the area you are exploring. Take an ax chop every piece of furniture insight. Another way, especially if you can do fire damage, set fire to the whole bloody room! Aaand my favorite way of dealing with mimics other than checking each item in the room, is shooting everything that is not breathing!" a winded Mockshah explained to the class of adventurers, knights, rangers, rogues, princesses, and warriors. He held the biggest fake, guilty grin that said he was fucked. No one clapped except a few in the back.
Lord Lancaster applauded this and pushed everyone to applaud. The whole room full of experienced men and women of the IGA's Crusaders replaced the students who were supposed to attend this lecture. Only one problem it was not the real Mockshah giving the lecture to the class. A devilishly handsome man of 5'6 in a fine suit. His hair was brushed and styled in a wavy hairstyle. It did not go well with the stubble on his face. Looking at the man's face the individual who claimed himself to be Mockshah could see he was not pleased.
"Did we FORGET something?" the handsome yelled at the impostor.
"I um, uh, ha ha.....well you are um... not the great Mockshah! I am the-" the impostor tried to prove his identification as Mockshah.
"Who is this go to court over something more serious." a female's voice rose up from the real Mockshah's flank. This female stood six feet tall, voluptuous, very strikingly beautiful, and strong. Her occupation was a Battle Mage, Teacher, Custodian, and Nurse, plus a mother to him. She wore the chest plate of a warrior, and donned a long purple skirt under a mage's loose robe.
The real Mockshah was about to speak when she cut him off with a single hand. It looked like she was going to strike him, but she did not. Lady Rebecca-Jessica Denson aka. "Darkmare" levitated above the floor.
"CLEAR OUT, EVERYBODY OUT OF THIS ROOM, NOW!" Lady Denson shouted with fury. Her gaze was transfixed upon the impostor who soiled himself the moment he saw her eyes glow a yellow orange glow. Such a glow reminded him of fire. Her hands started to shake a little as balls of energy began to appear and take shape into little flames in her palms.
Everyone except for Mockshah, Lord Lancaster, Lady Darkmare, and another figure left the classroom. Without warning she threw a fire ball at one of the chairs that seemed out of place. The chair let out a scream and arms appeared along with a tongue as the object was roasted. Lady Darkmare had spotted a mimic that was actually inside the class room. She did not stop there while floating about the room. On the hunt she tossed another flame at another chair that appeared crooked. One flame was all took to set that chair on fire. However it was not a mimic.
"Hmf! Could of sword that was a mimic. Just the way it sat." Darkmare said in a livid tone.
"Lady Darkmare look out!" Mockshah shouted as he jumped forward with a pair of pistols in hand. He shot a chair that moved that began to leap for her. The mimic dropped to the floor with blood coming out, arms and legs protruding from the chair like body. A big mouth with sharp teeth and a long tongue were shown. It limped from being shot twice. Mockshah did not stop there. He pulled out two extra pairs of flintlock pistols and fired away. Out of his jacket he pulled out a hatchet then hacked away at the mimic.
Lord Lancaster was nearly pounced by three others. Thanks to IGA technology Lancaster and his Knights, Men At Arms, along with other swordsmen wielding retractable blades. His was a bastard sword, which he often prized at times. Using this sword he sliced the mimics in two. Another mimic revealed itself with a gaping mouth full of razor sharp teeth and claws ready to rip anything in its path. In the air Lady Darkmare sent two fire balls after this one mimic that was hopefully the last one to deal with. A fourth figure was more of a neutral monster hunter, agent, and former prowler known as Clyde Kyle Katernson. He held up his weapon keeping an eye on the chairs. All four of them circled the room while keeping their eyes peeled.
Mockshah kept an eye out for Clyde, since he used to work for one M.O.R. Overlord who sent raiders to destroy entire communities. He almost did not trust him enough to be in the same building. While they scoured the room even more the lights went out and growling filled the room. Movement, roaring, and screaming was all they heard. Lady Denson illuminated the room to find Clyde being attacked by at least one mimic, and Lancaster getting bitten by two others. With their free arms the two men beat the mimics off of them. Lancaster jabbed one of the mimics gripping his arm with this blade. He killed that one while Clyde was tossed into some other chairs. Denson and Mockshah were on the other two Mimics making short work of them. Both Lancaster and Clyde suffered injuries on their arms, and torso. Each one had to be rushed out of the class room.
Lord Lancaster applauded this and pushed everyone to applaud. The whole room full of experienced men and women of the IGA's Crusaders replaced the students who were supposed to attend this lecture. Only one problem it was not the real Mockshah giving the lecture to the class. A devilishly handsome man of 5'6 in a fine suit. His hair was brushed and styled in a wavy hairstyle. It did not go well with the stubble on his face. Looking at the man's face the individual who claimed himself to be Mockshah could see he was not pleased.
"Did we FORGET something?" the handsome yelled at the impostor.
"I um, uh, ha ha.....well you are um... not the great Mockshah! I am the-" the impostor tried to prove his identification as Mockshah.
"Who is this go to court over something more serious." a female's voice rose up from the real Mockshah's flank. This female stood six feet tall, voluptuous, very strikingly beautiful, and strong. Her occupation was a Battle Mage, Teacher, Custodian, and Nurse, plus a mother to him. She wore the chest plate of a warrior, and donned a long purple skirt under a mage's loose robe.
The real Mockshah was about to speak when she cut him off with a single hand. It looked like she was going to strike him, but she did not. Lady Rebecca-Jessica Denson aka. "Darkmare" levitated above the floor.
"CLEAR OUT, EVERYBODY OUT OF THIS ROOM, NOW!" Lady Denson shouted with fury. Her gaze was transfixed upon the impostor who soiled himself the moment he saw her eyes glow a yellow orange glow. Such a glow reminded him of fire. Her hands started to shake a little as balls of energy began to appear and take shape into little flames in her palms.
Everyone except for Mockshah, Lord Lancaster, Lady Darkmare, and another figure left the classroom. Without warning she threw a fire ball at one of the chairs that seemed out of place. The chair let out a scream and arms appeared along with a tongue as the object was roasted. Lady Darkmare had spotted a mimic that was actually inside the class room. She did not stop there while floating about the room. On the hunt she tossed another flame at another chair that appeared crooked. One flame was all took to set that chair on fire. However it was not a mimic.
"Hmf! Could of sword that was a mimic. Just the way it sat." Darkmare said in a livid tone.
"Lady Darkmare look out!" Mockshah shouted as he jumped forward with a pair of pistols in hand. He shot a chair that moved that began to leap for her. The mimic dropped to the floor with blood coming out, arms and legs protruding from the chair like body. A big mouth with sharp teeth and a long tongue were shown. It limped from being shot twice. Mockshah did not stop there. He pulled out two extra pairs of flintlock pistols and fired away. Out of his jacket he pulled out a hatchet then hacked away at the mimic.
Lord Lancaster was nearly pounced by three others. Thanks to IGA technology Lancaster and his Knights, Men At Arms, along with other swordsmen wielding retractable blades. His was a bastard sword, which he often prized at times. Using this sword he sliced the mimics in two. Another mimic revealed itself with a gaping mouth full of razor sharp teeth and claws ready to rip anything in its path. In the air Lady Darkmare sent two fire balls after this one mimic that was hopefully the last one to deal with. A fourth figure was more of a neutral monster hunter, agent, and former prowler known as Clyde Kyle Katernson. He held up his weapon keeping an eye on the chairs. All four of them circled the room while keeping their eyes peeled.
Mockshah kept an eye out for Clyde, since he used to work for one M.O.R. Overlord who sent raiders to destroy entire communities. He almost did not trust him enough to be in the same building. While they scoured the room even more the lights went out and growling filled the room. Movement, roaring, and screaming was all they heard. Lady Denson illuminated the room to find Clyde being attacked by at least one mimic, and Lancaster getting bitten by two others. With their free arms the two men beat the mimics off of them. Lancaster jabbed one of the mimics gripping his arm with this blade. He killed that one while Clyde was tossed into some other chairs. Denson and Mockshah were on the other two Mimics making short work of them. Both Lancaster and Clyde suffered injuries on their arms, and torso. Each one had to be rushed out of the class room.
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