As ugly as he was, he still got it easy with the ladies. Especially the curvy ones. His own body appeared grotesquely muscular, thin, and malnourished at the same time. Mogrot eyed another curvaceous creature of beauty, a lesser mage thrall to his own Master. Her name did not escape him, Chryseis the Affectionate one. For six years Chryseis served his Master, Ionephus Tranio as an enchantress, charmer, and illusionist to entertain children or the mentally ill. Mogrot made is advance on Chryseis as she sat on the courtyard bench behind the small Tranio Manor. Once called the Wingweaver Manor this five-bedroom manor once housed a Physician of great renown. Just twelve years ago this Manor was granted to his current Master Ionephus Tranio the Yasolle-Nymresian Bishop-Mage of the Vullanese Church. For thirty-three years Mogrot was a servant to Tranio. Acting as a spy, informant, pickpocket, burglar, household overseer, Acolyte, and scavenger Mogrot became a member of Tranio's crafted family. His overseer, acolyte, and informant positions gave him power over the maids Tranio hired. This Manor went through four maids who stole something, broke something, or were caught sending secrets to Tranio's rivals abroad. Killing them outright would do the Manor no good. An arrest could be made, but that took forever/ It required evidence, time, money, and extra paperwork. Physical punishment by mutilation would ruin the Tranio name. Banishing could work however those maids could easily go to his rivals who despised pregnant women and children. Mogrot had his way with these maids giving them an offspring they regretted having.
He would be accused of rape, which only happened once. Tranio beat him for that. What Mogrot did was sweet talk them into copulation. The same thing he was close to doing to Chryseis, a half human, half Nymph, or Zunia-Puck. One race of humanoids who had identical to humans except for small horns on the head, or hooves for feet. No tail or anything on their rearend. Mogrot's lips became wet as his whole body became aroused upon closing in. His nostrils flared while picking up her sweet scent of cinnamon. In moments he pounced casting a charm spell through his fingertips as they grasped her inappropriately. She gave out a startled cry, yet the charms made her submissive to his advances. Taking his sweet time Mogrot filled her with himself and enjoyed every moment. His mind and eyes focused on his latest target. Her breasts moving up and down pleased him as he thrust until Mogrot finished her off. Although she was a guest, Chryseis became a threat to Tranio after hinting at her connections with some friends in the VUVR. Mogrot believed she would be too focused on the pregnancy to even act against Tranio or him. If she found out it was Mogrot. He slunk back inside the Manor through the cellar by a trap door within the bushes of the courtyard. Mogrot knew of men who would flat out beat women senseless over many things within the city. Mors Morashe, Piros Priosten, Buct Vapore, and the Warlock Half-Orc Gramanar were known to do this as punishment. Mogrot recounted at least 27 women reported to be assaulted as a punishment over smuggling or failing a task. They were not the only ones punished via bruises, or beatings. Plenty of children, weaker men, youth are often found in streets outside their master's house. Although they are not exactly slaves, they are considered wards, indentured thralls, apprentices or acolytes. Mogrot captured one such youth who started working for one of Tranio's business partners in glass working, chemistry, and bottler business.
"Now you scrawny pretty catamite twerp! What did you find inside my master's Private Study?" Mogrot began questioning the Zedirian youth that looked more elvish in appearance. Mogrot, and two other cronies of Tranio held the youth in a restraining chair made from wood, and rough iron. It was not made to look comfortable in any way. Tranio's other cronies, a female Drow known as Endamo Yirsel the Rogue-Highwayman, an Orc Brute Agent called Omaghed began pressing down on the captured acolyte. Metal bars that stuck out dug into certain parts of his legs causing him pain and to squirm. What was an ornately dressed acolyte youth of Bugbore House in a tunic style shirt of purple, and orange pants, now a captive humanoid in torn clothing. His body shook from the pain, and sniveling because of the pain. Mogrot looked at the youth then at his exposed shoulder, nipple, and ribcage. Talk damn you, talk. When he motioned for the two to press again the youth tried springing back up.
"NO! I'll speak, I'll talk just don't harm Brinn the Artist, she is precious to Bugbore and House Veed!" He begged the captors. Mogrot smiled a little admiring this whelp's goal in keeping someone safe. He was about to continue when footsteps came storming down the steps to the cellar.
"STOP!! Release the acolyte back to Bugbore as soon as they are ready. Whatever he knows and has done will not matter this time. We have bigger problems to take care of!" Ionephus Tranio appeared into their view as he came around the wall lining the stairs. He wore a matching vest and shirt of honey gold with thin black stripes, dark blue pants, triple strapped Monk shoes. Standing at 6'1 Ionephus towered over most townsfolk and city dwellers of Comigne-Panapple. Slick-backed short ponytail, triangular shapes, straight nose, square ears, hard angled eyebrows, pointed chin, and high boned cheeks, Ionephus possessed some scars on his face. On the right side of his face behind the eyebrow and along the hair line was an arcane symbol of dominance. His three agents and servants stared at him with disbelief on their faces.
"Why do you ask us to stop? This whelp intruded upon your private study, snooping about." Endamo protested with a good argument that Ionephus could turn down. Her strong, thin heart shaped face grew a little grim.
"We are going to war! Vullan is now at war with the V.U.V.R. Release the little pathetic pansy. Yirsel, Omaghed go check yourselves in with the city-guards or militia so you can avoid the draft. Millions will volunteer and become drafted for this. I will not see either of you be thrown against machine guns! Mogrot, to me!" Ionephus barked at the trio. Mogrot felt a great amount of delight in being summoned.
Leaving the two-fellow acolyte-agents, Mogrot rushed to his master's side. The cellar walls were lined with a variety of melee weapons, torture tools, regular tools, retractable furniture on walls, and shelves of various chemicals, and potions. Mogrot took a look at his own clothing, not rags like most creepy creatures like himself. He was dressed in a laced hoodie, man-skirt worn in parts of Vullan, Boathria, and Vidothra, Mogrot wore the Vullanese collared street slippers. Easier for sneaking around the streets despite the material getting dirty or wet at the bottom. For something without a sole, these shoes could easily be washed thanks to them being dipped in a substance that make them feel rubbery. His master opened a hidden door on the wall while Endoma, and Omaghed carried the prisoner back upstairs. Inside the wall his master had installed a radio station with communication system, microphone, rotary wall phone, and telegram. Right there his master began summoning his own force among allies, and old colleagues from the past. Izvar did have three mountains on its Vullanese side. Its coasts held more rockier beaches, and cliff faces many found difficult to traverse or climb. A natural barrier of defenses still needed manpower to man and hold against waves of enemies. To the south the VUVR's membership stretched across Ottante, the smaller continent only cut off by rivers on one side, mountain ranges on the west side, two bodies of water flanking north and south.
During peacetime Izvari Vullan forces fielded 8,368 Vullanese regulars, priests, militia, 87 fanatics, 653 zealots, 417 Vullan guards, 358 defenders, 240 troopers, 150 grenadiers, 150 infantry, 556 Man-At Arms, 76 Centurions from Yasolle, 89 Ogres from Mothgar, 164 Dark Elf thralls, and 56 Demon hybrid warlocks. This force would now triple or quadruple because of the manpower required for this upcoming war. More artillery would need to be constructed. At war arcane users held advantages against melee fighters, but against projectile weapons or guns, useless. Yet some have proven to be effective against such odds, except their surroundings have been in their advantage. New aircraft, tanks, and artillery would take that away in a blink of an eye. For several days Ionephus communicated with plenty of colleagues, gathering a formidable force from Nymres, Vodwania, Vidothra, Gontrella, Galaia, and other city-states. Mogrot overheard the movement of 4,800 extra troops moved into 4 Mothgar bases north of Izvar. Ionephus managed to get a hold of a Syndicate Enforcer, Pyromancer, Augmenter, Voracious Vampire somehow still around, Syndicate Enforcer, Princeling, Warlord, Temple Queen, Samurai, Executioner, and Baroness. Weeks later this group of colleagues of Ionephus arrived with their own force of 469 Knights, Footmen, Bowmen, Barbarians, Warlocks, Wizards, Rangers, and explorers. As Izvar and the rest of Vullan's Islands prepared for war over a million people packed up to flee west. Izvar had large number of arcane users, mages, sorcerers, wizards, enchanters that could fill a medium sized city. While Izvar's defending forces swelled to 610,000 defenders. Mogrot was too much of a hunchback in a way to serve, plus he was past the age requirement of 36. He did what Mogrot did best, spy, stalk suspects, carry out blackmail, and plant fake evidence. While prowling the nearly empty city Mogrot found mostly soldiers, and arcane users who stayed put along with volunteers and mercenaries. Checking each one as stealthily as possible he did discover some important information concerning the southern coasts. When he informed his Master, Ionephus, as Bishop sent his army south to deal with whatever Mogrot discovered. Being a servant to Tranio Mogrot learned to use some arcane spells aside from stealth, charm, and manipulation. Mogrot's favorites were teleportation, paralysis, stealth, seal locked, Impair or Blind, Charm, Tormenting voice, and disfigure.
Making himself useful for Vullan as much as he did for his master, Mogrot used teleportation portal to a port city in the southern parts of Izvar. Using stealth, he moved around the city hearing various rumors and conversations. Some boring, others funny, few were sad, disappointing, and others hardly worth listening to. At the docks he discovered luxury ships turned into troop transports in order to bring in more personnel. In the far distance in the Valde Sea Mogrot spotted Vullanese ships engaging Vestrisian Destroyers. A sight most inhabitants dreaded to watch. Not caring at all about the fate of the sailing fools who took on the Vestrisian Destroyers Mogrot searched for some useful information at a cantina. There he found a Freek, one who is a freak, but without a penis or desires of the flesh. From the very mouth of this Froac Mogrot heard of some crime boss who enjoys torturing, knocking around innocent, or guilty youth and the weak for sport had something going on within the bowels of the undercity. He took this information to the local guards, tipping off any authorities about the froac before returning to Tranio. A few days later he heard from Tranio's lips that 81 pirate-smugglers are discovered in the undercity of a massive port. A fight broke out ending in the deaths of most of the pirates and just as many authorities. Curious about the news Mogrot returned to this city only to find out the froac was killed, and this crime boss fled with one hand missing. Mogrot continued his work as the war progressed into a few months. While stalking another supposed suspect he heard Mothgar had at least 437, 821 combat personnel within 4 months of the war. Those numbers grew due to the distribution of 3.5 million enlisted soldiers.
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