Chalice of the Vampire

 Picking up the goblet she studied it for a moment. It depicted two Vampiric bats with open wings. Two small rubies above the depicted bat on the bowl. One pair of blood rubies on the chalice stem. At the base of this chalice were eight skulls etched or forged on it. Lia Nikoalas took a drink from it. Its contents tasted sour even though she just poured in sweet tasting wine a few seconds ago. Lia found herself spinning around in one spot. The room twirled around at the same time in a blurry twister. She became engulfed in a twister that transported her through a tunnel that appeared above the ceiling. Whatever kind of twisting tunnel this was it sucked her in. Nothing but blurry twisting images surrounded her as the tunnel brought to a different place than her apartment. When everything stopped spinning and the tunnel disappeared she found herself inside some chamber in a palace or mansion. 

Looking around the place she found she was not alone. Seven Gargoyle statues holding females in various sexual positions encircled the chamber's interior. In between each statue was a bed with queen sized beds. On one of them dark red covered beds was a nude wizard forcing his shaft down a female's throat. On his back in the form of a tattoo was an arcane magic symbol depicting a hand with fire and a star above it. Just above the fiery star rested some eye with a swirl for an iris and diamond stars around it. Lia got a better look at the female who was choking on him. The female looked to be a female dhampir with the vampiric fang bat symbol on each shoulder. While the Wizard kept ferociously humping the dhampir's face Lia had thoughts that this could be a possible rape. He appeared too focused on the dhampir to notice her in the chamber. Taking a single step, she bumped into a railing she should have seen. 

Everything stopped and fell quiet. All the sounds of the lips smacking on the manhood and the gagging along with the choking sounds ceased. Lia was certain this Wizard would stop and turn around then come for her. Fingering her pockets and clothing she felt for a weapon or something to use as a weapon. She found nothing on her. Not a single knife, or pistol, not even a pin or utensil she could use as a weapon. Looking down at her hands Lia discovered the Vampire Chalice was missing. How was she going to get back to Monabay, Nymres? Slurping and sucking sounds filled the chamber as the dhampir worked him in their own section of the room. Did the Dhampir know she was there? Lia did not know for certain. She did not know where she was. Where was she exactly? Yes she was inside a chamber, but in what part of the world? Looking around her surroundings she became oblivious or just ignored the intercourse going on. In the center of this dark purple lighted chamber was a metal spiral staircase. Seeing no signs indicating where she was on the walls or floor she looked up. Hanging from the ceiling was a red flag depicting a gold crescent moon and three thunderbolts. The only region with this flag that came to mind was Vossa. A vast region in the world where one part was wild, another part dead, some parts savage, and tribal. As for the rest of Vossa it was either civilized or cruel, or simply Ominous. Very few places showed any hospitality, or courtesy along with security. 

Realizing the chalice brought her to the lands of Vossa, Lia felt confident in grabbing someone's attention. When she moved one foot forward someone came climbing up the spiral stair case. Startled Lia fell backwards on the hard floor. Both Wizard and Dhampir stopped copulating. Mortified Lia felt her body freeze to the floor. Feeling paralyzed Lia did not know what to do other than watch the pair look in her direction. This Wizard had a thin Oblong face. His hair was in short mohawk with eyes tattooed to is head that flanked the mohawk. Something about his eyes shouted untamed desires. Both appeared to be slitted teal color. Everything else about his face looked more beige colored with scars, and signs of curses. A part of his arm looked completely ruined on the surface like it was burned at some point. Each limb had a sign of battle or defeat. As for the Dhampir's appearance. It was all pale with tattoos all over depicting vampiric symbols, and ancient demonic runes. Her eyes appeared to be purple with the slitted eye pattern. Bleach blonde hair draped over her shoulders and firm breasts. Some bracelets could be seen on her arms, and ankles. Lia was certain she was in trouble. 

"Who are you? How did you get here?" The Wizard asked. 

"Ha ha, I am Lia Nikoalas the Geneticist, Inscriptionist, and Occult Keeper from Nymres." She answered in a nervous voice. Lia could not stop herself from grinning nervously as her eyes shifted a few times. 

"You are all three of those professions?" the Wizard pointed out in a skeptical tone. 

"Why yes. Um how are you? Ha ha." She forced herself to ask the Wizard. 

"Travoss Kydell the Teal Wizard. Welcome to the chambers of intercourse." the Wizard answered her. 

"Sorina-Kairos le Vol the Dhampir Sage. Yes welcome to the chamber of intercourse, trespasser." the Dhampir replied with a rather playfully cruel smile. 

"Just show me the way out and I'll be out-" Lia was about to finish when a barmaid came up the metal stairs. Dressed in a standard barmaid's outfit of a white ruffled shirt, striped long skirt, and a fine blue bodice over the shirt. Slippers with a wooden sole was the behind the noise of her coming up the stairs. All three looked at the red haired barmaid with curls who came up with nothing in her hands. Travoss looked at Lia then at Sorina-Kairos. 

"Excuse me." He said then went over to the barmaid. Grabbing her by the dress he pulled her in to another bed where he undressed her while kissing, biting, and licking. Lia watched as he proceeded to mount the barmaid on the second bed. Showing his desires and hunger were not satisfied he forced himself on top of the barmaid. Each thrust procured a gasp, orgasm, and a cry of pleasure that sounded more like yelping and crying mixed in. Lia and the dhampir listened to the sounds of humping, rattled of the bed, the orgasm, grunts, and skin slapping against skin. When he was done the wizard let out a growl of pleasure before letting the barmaid return to her duties. Travoss spanked her on the left buttocks sending her back downstairs. Each participant in the intercourse cleaned up before dressing back in their clothes. 

Travoss shot a finger at her casting a little spell on Lia. He donned his travelling clothing. A pair of baggy trousers with black chevron patterns, one big hide belt, a long blue linen tunic went over the trousers. Over all that he donned a long belted charcoal dyed long coat with a hood. Travoss picked up a satchel, a belt with a broken pickaxe weapon,  dagger in sheaths or loops, and a cudgel walking cane. As Travoss put on his weapons belt under the coat Sorina clothed herself. She layered herself in a red sleeveless tunic dress with a dark purple Vorcadam Kimono robe over it. Over the kimono robe she donned a large wood brown hooded wrap around her body. It covered the kimono all the way down to her shins. However she was not with out weapons herself. Since Vossa was still a savage land everyone there needed a weapon. For her weapon of choice a curved short sword, and a chain belt with some weight balls attached at the ends. All Lia had on her was her green black brooch of a dragons eye, a few coins, ID card, ring of keys, three nuts to a lamp, box of twenty matches, office pen, and stress marble. Everything else she would have on her were in her purse, which she did not have with her. Dressed in a dress suite depicting the Nymresian colors Lia felt she was more suited to a banker's profession in Vossa. 

"Are you going to do anything to me?" she asked the pair of them who were heading for the stairs. 

Her only answer was a blank stare from each of them. Neither of them looked in the mood for answering questions. Whatever they set out to do that was already accomplished. Lia knew she needed their help to get back to Nymres. Travoss gestured for her to follow them down stairs. Both started descending the stairs with Lia getting up to follow them. Descending the spiral stair case reminded her of the whirl wind that transported her here in the first place. Dizziness overcame her making her stop to grab on to the railing. The metal felt cool to the touch. A whole story of stone or concrete encased the stair cases in a hollow cylinder shaped prism. Their footsteps were almost stomping sounds due to the metal and wooden steps. Lia kept her eyes on her footing as they descending to the bottom of the spiral staircase. Following Travoss and Sorina-Kairos down she came to another chamber hall that appeared to be the size of four rooms put together. Resembling the shape of a clover heart, this chamber appeared full of patrons from different races, and backgrounds. Cushions of various shapes and sizes covered most of the chamber. Some corners had a circle of sofas and couches in colors of either dark green, red, or purple. Most of the cushions were either red, purple or light blue. In one of the corners of the chamber was a bar area with stools, and booths. A set of doors leading to other rooms or the exit stood closed along the circular wall. A total of twenty-eight patrons occupied the place. Just several or more barmaids, and serving girls carrying drinks around the chamber. Lia was surprised she even found room to walk through the cushion littered chamber. Getting a closer look at the other patrons she noticed they were half-elves, dhampirs, Dark Elves, half demons, Zedirians with hooves, and voluptuous humans. Some were nude, others were half naked, while the rest wore loose revealing clothing. Bar patrons included a few Wizards, witches, and one Zhenrai Knight from the Vestrisian Continent. 

What was he doing here? Lia asked herself as she stepped onto the floor without taking her eyes off him. He did not appear tall, but his appearance stuck out anyways. Opposite him sat the Wizard with graying short hair, fine beard, lightning, and conjuration markings on his clothing. As for the Witches they appeared more traditional in their dress robes. Not the school type, but the stereotypes without the hats. Even the bartender was a witch with the earth elemental sign on her necklace. Next to the Zhenrai knight as a sexy looking witch flirting with the Zhenrai Knight. Travoss, and Sorina sort of parted ways when a door opened, but no one noticed. It gave Lia time to approach this Zhenrai who wore a dark gray suit with a bronze vest. The coat was off including the ascot that lay draped over the stool next to him on his travelling duster coat. On the back of his neck was a burn mark in the shape of the outcast sign. Lia could not believe her eyes. A Zhenrai Knight cast out of their Order. Travoss pulled her away from the bar area. Forced to let the Wizard lead the way she noticed an extended part of the chamber. Through the doorframe she spotted a man making love to several women of different races, and skin colors. One appeared pink with small horns, another looked green toned with jet black hair, and another with the resemblance of an elf only red skinned. As she passed the doorway Lia watched the man pull each woman to sleep in the large bed. Travoss took her to the exit of the chamber and into a corridor that was pitch black save the torchlights that barely pierced the darkness. 

"SHE TOUCHED THE CHALICE!" a voice screamed from the hallway. 

"Intruder!" another voice screamed in the hall. 

"A vampire's best meal in Vossa. The curious ones." a third deep voice declared in the darkness. 

Ignoring these voices Travoss grabbed her arm and pulled her against his body. Lia pissed herself as they entered the dark corridor with nothing but torch light. Pushing her along regardless of her soiling herself the Wizard held up and amulet that created some sort of bubble around them like a shield. Within seconds of moving further the door slammed shut and vampires emerged from the dark walls. Each one lunged after them only to be bounced back by the shield. Fangs exposed, eyes red, skin pale or scarred, and nails become claws on the thirsty Vampires. Travoss kept moving while the Vampires pressed the attack on the bubble as it only pushed them back. Some hissed, others growled, and the rest screamed with anger over the teasing meal they were likely promised at some point. Lia believed there was no end to this corridor until she spotted a door slowly opening. As it opened sun light peaked through. Any Vampires chasing them were either forced back into the walls or likely dead. Travoss went for the opening only to be greeted by a Drow Spider Priestess from Galaia. Dressed in the traditional Galaian Drow garb of leather strips, belts, and chains resembling spider webs on her body the Drow stood near a portal. A palla of dark red with thin white patterns draped over her shoulders in a wrap pattern. Lia recognized her as Alicia Bells the Mad-Liv of House Red Tori. She met the Drow at a party or festival in Galaia honoring an alliance between countries. Blood Red hair with three white stripes in long curls hung over her right shoulder. Was Alicia Bells here to save her? Lia couldn't believe it. Despite soiling herself Lia ripped away from Travoss and hugged the familiar face. A look of disgust must have appeared on the Drow's face as she pressed her whole body against her. Lia did not care if her clothing was still wet or smelled from urinating herself. She was that terrified of being chased by vampires whom she thought never existed. 

Quickly thanking Travoss for getting her out Lia followed Alicia through the Necromancer Portal that was made from bones with a few skulls at the top. A swirling vortex of green and blue lay open for anyone to enter. Taking a deep breath she plunged into the portal with Alicia next to her. This was also the first time she entered such a portal. She was more used to standard transportation, horses, carriages, stage coaches, automobiles gifted by the Nazdar Invaders and Inventors of Calorn. Inside the vortex they rushed through a twirling tunnel of green and black filled with skeletal souls reaching out to them. All the way to the end of this tunnel Lia and Alicia had to avoid the arms of the black and green creatures attempting to snatch them. Here she thought the nightmare couldn't get any worse. Grabbing Alicia by the hand Lia squeezed it hoping that would get her to speed up. The Drow Priestess quickened her pace as though she grew six extra limbs and hauled themselves off to the end of the tunnel. Finally exiting the tunnel of green, black arms the pair of colleagues came to a dancing university where servants or slaves were forcefully taught to dance for the pleasures and delight of masters. Its stone walls appeared more ominous than cheery. Yet it was meant to keep nosy Uxane away who were superstitious about scary imagery. Just outside the portal Alicia opened lay a scary looking automaton resembling some mechanical demon with vertical spikes, and pieces jutting from its shoulders beating a fat looking figure into the ground. Lia recognized them as one of the red-brown skinned heroes sent by the temple monks to dispose of villains, crooks, corrupt officials, thugs, bandits, invaders, and monsters. To the new governing powers these were rebels dressed in martial arts uniforms. Many of them attempt covering the uniforms in ponchos, animal pelt cloaks, Overlapping shawls, and tribal wrap garbs. In her mind Lia could tell this was only the beginning of a rebellion. 

Vullanese Front 1840 Mothgar Isle

 Vullan was officially at war with their newly formed V.U.V.R. He did not want to think about the full name of their new nation just what he was going to do here. An invasion was starting on their behalf not the Vullanese. It had more do with what they did over some treaty the Vullanese leaders broke. Waiting for the orders to attack he kept his eye on the town on the other side of the border. Having a demon in his scopes Sergeant Flame made him a little uneasy about fighting the Vullanese now that war began. Pondering over these events he wondered if this war would last a while or be short. Not much was known to him about the true reasons behind the war other than what the newspapers said. There was no time for him to waste while sitting the grass while perched on a hillside. He was hidden from view by rocks, bushes, and tall grass from the ground troops. In front of him Flame had a few fallen tree branches and a naturally hollowed out fallen tree stump. As for the winged imp on the rooftop, he doubted he was well hidden. Perched on a spire to some cathedral built behind the town his target held binoculars in its clutches. Unsure if the demon could see him, Flame did his best not to move an inch. Putting his finger on the trigger he prepared to fire. Flame stopped realizing the gunshot would alert the Vullanese troops in the town. Just yesterday they arrived at the border with word that half the population left. That was good for them. Less collateral damage and less civilians in the way. Moving his scope to see the imp's exposed stomach he found it a little outlandish for Vullan to have winged creatures in their ranks. 

Taking in a deep breath he prepared to start a fight with the Vullanese of these parts. Ever so slightly he put pressure on the trigger when some loud aircraft came overhead. Making a lot of noise the few aircraft drowned out everything else with their growling sound engines. Even a dog's barking could not be heard above the roaring. Flame could not hear his own thoughts, these engines were so loud in the air. Taking advantage of the noise, Flame fired a killing shot to the imp's lung. The brown skinned imp fell from the spire leaving the binoculars on the spire's jutting spikes. Breathing a sigh of relief, he allowed himself to relax. Sweat started to soak his undershirt under the brownish green uniform his unit was issued. 

Charging enemy positions now would not be a smart move. Even if their comrades on other fronts did so. He was not the personnel in command, but he had combat experience. Just a single year of military experience in war was all he possessed under his belt. Evusia attacked Meze, Redrin, and Nahem. Right after the Nochannian-Zegrav conflict the Evusia Empire started invading its neighbors. That war gave Flame is first taste of modernized combat. Only two years of training, a full year of hunting wild Gnolls, killing Troglodytes, fighting Kuruks, removing Beastmen threats, and a seven-month war earned him Sergeant. To him that prepared him for this new war. Hailing from a small town called Axebing, Geverine, Rogert Eminabel Flame was now twenty-two years old. 

Checking out the town of Orney on Mothgar Isle he spied on Vullanese soldiers. In their new khaki uniforms, the Vullanese appeared more modern rather than out of date. He saw photos of the old uniforms they once wore. Jerkins, trousers over red, white cotton tunic shirt in a color set of orange with light blue. Distinct yet out of date that Vullanese uniform became an easy target to shoot at. Now the khakis were their uniform it would be harder to find them. Through his scope Flame could see how different it was on the Vullanese side. Houses constructed in the appearance of pavilions with hexagonal roots of clay tiles. In the size of an actual house these pavilion shapes had walls covering the inside. Some were two stories tall. Other building shapes included small villas, brick cottages, terraced homes, chapel shaped homes, limestone round houses. Most of the cottage and brick houses were single stories painted orange. The rest were painted a lighter blue, yellow-gold, and red. Plenty of these houses had flat roofs, bonnet roofs one thought to find in the country or store on the road, hip roofs and hexagonal roofs. Every one of them had clay tiles, slate tiles, or concrete tiles. Among these buildings the Vullanese called homes he spotted a marketplace, blacksmith, carpenter shop, pottery shop with kilns, and studio with it. Orney's townhall could be seen in the center next to a merchant guild, a library of sorts, and a temple with exotic statues. Orney possessed no walls around her to defend the settlement. She still had feudal age structures among homes from different ages. A Bowyer, town guard, town watch, Mason's Guild, Leather Tanner near a villa complex, Blacksmith, an Inn and a Tavern could be spotted through his scope. Within Orney's confines Flame spotted seven other Taverns. 

One Tavern in particular caught his attention. Taking a better look at it, he saw it was named The Black and Blue. Smiling with a thirst for a drink Sergeant Flame hoped their own bombers would miss it. He even cursed the artillery in his mind. Outside this Tavern he spied a woman waltzing about in a Baker's dress equipped with apron, and ascot. Donning a coif, she did not look the prettiest he'd seen yet still a little attractive. Flame did not believe in judging women by their beauty or appearances. However, he ran into plenty of women that stunned him. He followed her with his eyes for a while holding both eyes opened. To the left of Orney the town spa caught his gaze. Vullanese troops prepared defenses along the town's borders. Oblivious to Vestrisian presence the team of Vullanese troops stopped work and headed for wherever the imp perched itself. 

Orney's spa thrived with male and female staff moving around. Loading and unloading boxes, and small crates these Vullanese seemed to rush the evacuation. He saw their military uniforms had changed since their last few conflicts. Never before had he seen the Vullanese traditional garments they wore. Long Tunics, which came in different styles along with colors, covered their persons. Some Tunics were light blue, orange, gold yellow, red, brown, green and white. Most of them were women at the spa's location performing different duties. Brown, Reds, and the whites performed laborious tasks, while the oranges did manual tasks. As for the rest, they performed skilled tasks. Some dismantled equipment, others boarded up the windows. Others prepared the vehicles used for transportation. Situated near a stream this spa was run by some beautiful, voluptuous, curvy, and petite women. One in particular caught his eye at the edge of a man-made pond with finely carved stoned encircling it. Standing at five feet eight inches, a tannish brown skinned female wore a loose light blue tunic dress. Her light brown hair rested on the back of her head in a messy bun twist. Her tunic dress covered her torso, chest, and upper legs covered by a green shawl. She had the shawl draped from her left shoulder to her right hip tied at the back. 

"Hello there, Sergeant, are we spying on those lovely ladies? Or are you peeping at those voluptuous beauties. My, my I do want to meet those vixens I spy." He heard a very smug, cocky voice appear next to him. The all too familiar voice emerged from his right flank. Hearing it made him stiffen a little. 

Turning his head to the right he found Private Eggard "Suave" Fusesky the perverted prude of the platoon. He stood up above the tall grass, and upright foliage Flame hid in. A photographer, sketcher, and spotter for the platoon, Private Fusesky held a more infamous reputation among the 408th battalion's 13th platoon. The self-proclaimed ladies' man had his three cameras around his neck. The cylinder shaped one, the container shaped one, and plate shaped camera that folded up. Out of seven combat artists, four photographers, and six cartographers, Private Fusesky ruined their image with his perverted taste for females. How he still managed to keep a smug smile after the number of times he was beaten to the earth in boot camp, and the fields of Castaria. Taking another glance at the Vullanese women Flame knew Fusesky would attempt sliming his way into their beds or clothes. Fusesky broke his train of thought. 

"Ooo, that one would do me a favor and keep this rogue comfy! While I paddle that naughty looking behind to our delight!" Fusesky claimed, spotting another woman to target. He moved a few steps forward making kissing sounds as he watched through his binoculars. 

Sergeant Flame's heart raced and pounded his rib cage like a drum. Was Fusesky about to blow the cover of the entire 408th? They were supposed to wait for the signal to attack while staying hidden in the foliage. This Private's personal fetish was getting in the way of their surprise attack. Flame's mind raced around picturing himself as some sentient rodent circling a closed off room in panic. He had to act fast or Fusesky would reveal their positions. Flame made a grab for the Private then pulled him to the ground with him. 

"Could you pack it in already? We are in a future warzone! Our country may be the ones attacking, but history is about to be made! Yet you have a history of harassing women! Now do us a favor Private and keep your eel in your pants! Cut it off from your brain and focus on the frontlines!" He growled at him through his gritted teeth. Flame wanted nothing more than to drown him in the pond or the river just to be rid of Private "Suave" Fusesky. All he did was blink several times in confusion. 

"Why Sergeant Flame. I thought the men loved it when I woo the ladies." Fusesky responded in a half sarcastic yet confused tone. Flame released him and sent him back to camp. He did not watch the Private move away from his position. 

"Sverxing Pig, going to turn all the women of Mothgar on us." Flame cursed under his breath. 

Checking the spa again he found Vullanese soldiers and militia appeared in the scene. Humans, Mehoge demon spawn, Kuruks with ram horns, Orc Jaws, tall Goblins, Orcs, half Orcs, half goblins, short Ogres, Beastmen spawn, Troll Spawn, Man bull spawn (Minoatuars), Zedirians, Half-Elves, Redcap spawn, Aos Si humanoids, and ugly Lideric spawn wore the uniforms of Vullanese Military. Being human, Sergeant Flame envied other races of their newly formed Vestrisian Union. Elves lived longer, which allowed them to learn more, fight better, and experience more than everyone else. Dwarves also lived longer yet showed off their mastery in smithing techniques. They also made better craftsmen, inventors, scientists, as well as artisans. Gnomes had a better taste for machines, tinkering, gardening, and alchemy. From what he heard, Gnomes were not as good with alchemy producing gunpowder or poisons as Goblins proved to the world. Well, the civil ones. His envy also went towards Zunia Pucks who know how to farm, cook, play music, excel at herbal alchemy, and singing came natural to them. Many Zunia Pucks became servants, maids, butlers, house keepers, care takers, and nurses.  Flame felt like he would be complaining about that if he revealed his thoughts to anyone. Humans could master all those professions it only took time, patience, and a bit of free time. 

Just past Orney he could see the city of Busry Isle. An island said to be filled inhabited by Harpies, Trolls, and Gargoyles. One would think neither of those races would be productive. He could certainly say the Vullanese were productive while an enemy watched them. From his position Sergeant Flame spotted Vullanese defenses. Protecting Orney stood eight fixed pill boxes out of wood, eight tower mounts for machineguns, eight pillbox walls. These defenses were spread out across the town limits. He also found the road to be blockaded at the border, and laden with over sixteen tank traps. Eight old broken pillars lay strewn about the road's shoulders. Flanking Orney by the north and the east sat sixteen pieces of cover the Vullanese constructed from logs. Between the constructed cover and pill boxes he spotted sixteen or more sections of walls. Flame presumed these houses either burned in a fire or destroyed by the Vullanese to make more defenses. Right as he was about to call it quits on reconnaissance a platoon of Vullanese troops forced a group of prisoners along. Gnoll prisoners, Human prisoners, Goblin prisoners, Half Elves from Boathrin carried sixteen crates, and sixteen barrels. Watching them carefully place the containers in other parts closer to the town. Another group of prisoners appeared from Orney's streets wielding shovels. Flame took note of this as the enemy's prisoners filled containers with dirt and rocks. 

Out of curiosity Flame returned his gaze to the Spa area. Every spa employee found themselves in a line. Most of the Vullanese troops left them at the supervision of an ugly hunch back figure in uniform. This one wore neither of Vullan's military uniforms. Instead, this hunchback donned a brogg brown uniform with a Nymresian Flag under the Invader's Flag. He was not the only one in that particular uniform. A full platoon of the ugliest creatures for men buried their faces in the features of these spa staff. The hunchback pinched the leading spa owner who appeared powerless. Flame sort of felt offended for these women. Whose side were these scum on? His stomach grew sick, churning as the hunchback started to lick her in several places. He rubbed his face against her exposed areas for a few more moments. Out of the blue his head exploded. It blew up in a bloody, fleshy mess. Brains, torn tissue, blood, and muscle splattered her face. Sergeant Flame did not fire that shot. Looking around to see if anyone else joined his team Sergeant Flame called it a day. Slinking further back until he was out of view he got up and bolted for their camp. 

Sprinting towards camp he found Fusesky sketching an abandoned cottage. Sverx you we have not time for that, get going! He wanted to shout the words at Fusesky. His focus was ripped from Suave when Flame found the rest of his team nearby in the clearing between two hills. Hearing more shots being fired from the Vullanese side caught their attention. His team was now alert as bullets flew above their heads. 

"Get back to HQ! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" He shouted at them. In a mad hurry Flame's team grabbed all they could while scrambling back to base. Leaves rustled, twigs snapped off as bullet's flew above their heads. Vullanese troops opened fire in a frantic manner in retaliation. That would sap away at their ammunition if they kept doing that. Another shot rang out from a position closer to their location. Flame stopped for a moment realizing he left his position, disobeying orders. Sergeant Flame turned around to return to his position on the hill. Going back had to be cancelled out as an option. Over a hundred Harpies, and Imps flew from Orney. Resembling a bee swarm the flying humanoids went for trees and nearby hills. Flame crouched low in the foliage brush to conceal himself. Harpies, Imps pounced, and dove for a dozen places around them. Screams, and shouts emitted from thirteen different places in the region. Only nine of those places saw gunfire erupt in the faces of the attackers. Rifles, machineguns, pistols, submachine guns joined by screams, shouting, and screeching, filled the air. 

No more than three Boathrian militiamen of the Queen's Sharpshooters were dropped. Those Imps, and Harpies plucked them up and tore them apart before dropping them back down. Other armed troops fared better than the three sharpshooters found in the trees. Entire groups of Imps and Harpies flew away. A larger group of Harpies discovered Flame and his team. Sergeant Flame and five of his Privates became surrounded by one hundred seventeen Harpies. Some appeared hideous with black red lips, red hair like spikes, pale skin with red spots thin bodies. Others resembled scaly humanoids born with tails, wings and grew horns dotting the scalp. A handful of them almost mimicked female bodies covered in feathers or fur. Several had wings for arms with talons. Whereas the rest of them possessed a woman's face, body, arms with talons, claws, and wings. One wielded a mace preparing to smash a skull open. Private Fusesky, Private Browners, Private Monn, Private Riovas formed a tight circle. Not that it would doo much other than allow all members to spray fire in a circle killing multiple foes before getting torn to pieces. 

Sergeant Flame found himself in the middle of the tight circle. Expecting nothing short of being torn apart he went for his pistol. The world slowed down with adrenaline taking over. Sweat poured from his skin, soaking his undershirt, and underwear. All sounds became blocked out except for his heartbeat. How could they escape tis swarm of Harpies? None of them would be able to move an inch with ten pouncing on each of them. Flame returned to the present as all sounds returned to his hearing. In his mind he wondered if the town hero of Queens Church Jeff Blair the Sheriff-Warden, would head this way. As a Veteran in the Geverine infantry, Colonel Blair enlisted to fight in this war. He saved the town from some corrupt thug boss who attempted to take over during the Castarian Conflict. 

More than a thousand guns went off from their eastern flanks. Scores of leaves, sticks, small branches, and Harpies dropped to the ground. Just the noise itself would scare off the Imps. According to the Boathrians who fought the creatures before. Yet the Harpies needed to be killed or wounded in order to drive them away. Most of the Harpies go hit while the rest scattered in the air. Dozens of Vestrisian Soldiers and Boathrian militia emerged from the foliage. Using T.M. 13's, Lever Action Rifles, Repeaters, Boathrian Vowed Rifle4s, and the early E-7 prototypes, the riflemen gunned down as many Harpies before the winged creatures disappeared behind the hills. Colonel Jeff Blair appeared with Major Gorgenne, Major Ol-Gribb, and Captains Castern, Nennetz, Greymir. Sergeant Flame saluted them and handed over his report. Blair checked the notes Flame wrote when a squat bug monster with rustic red lumpy hide, armored tail that ended in a bony paddled projection, emerged from the tall weeds along the hill's base. Its two prehensile antennae were about to grab a gun when an Uxane in VUVR Ranger's uniform burst out of the woods armed with a wooden stake. The red-brownish warrior drove the spear into its skull ending its life. 

"Ranger. Name and Rank." Captain Nennetz demanded calling for his attention. Nennetz wore the officer's uniform depicting blue chevrons over a pair of silver bars. The uniform appeared similar to the standard grunt's greenish brown that had a vest in similar colors only with a khaki brown tint to it. As ugly as it looked it saved their lives from enemy eyes. His pinkish beige skin and clean-shaven face would be an easy target especially the eagle like nose. As for the Uxane, he wore the Ranger's dark green uniform that allowed them to blend in the environment. 

"Sorry Captain." He straightened up. "Corporal Otterspaw Red-Cat, 10th Rangers Battalion." 

"Are you specialized in slaying monsters such as this, Corporal?" Colonel Blair asked folding his arms in his Commanding Officer's field uniform of Bluish Green decorated in small patches representing his rank. He had a flap every officer came with to cover the patches making it look like they wore a short cape poncho. Every personnel including the Officers wore a helmet, the standard Vestrisian military caps, beanies, garrison caps, or a Fassool hat of Vestrisia. 

"Yes Captain, I used to hunt-" Otterspaw was cut off before he could finish his explanation by Major Ol-Gribb the Zedarkhand with brown-grey hair, triangle face, a few war scars dotted his neck and right cheek. 

"That will be all Corporal, carry on." Blair dismissed the Corporal back to his monster hunting job. He ordered for the rest of the unit to return to HQ while sending the captains off to find other teams. Flame and his own team followed the Colonel back to a castle on V.U.V.R territory. Flame prayed their own unit's Captain; Captain Haley De Vill Skald was back at this castle. Currently garrisoned with 290 troops this Castle called Farfell could house a brigade. Around its grounds and base sat 64 tanks, five artillery platoons with twenty pieces, and twelve troop carriers. Each vehicle looked read for the war that would start tomorrow.