A Dungeon Master's Coat of Arms

 

Just creating one for personal ideas. 

Alagen Family Household

 Storming towards the yard she expected to find that little fort of his demolished. Last year she found photographs turned to posters in a collection to be lewd for his age. Her little Badger kept hiding in their yard for fun. There was Ipsul, and Gaivos many prayed to. Her own piety, faith went to Alagen's goddess of wisdom and warfare Haphosis. Just the tall frame of a figure armed with spear, shield, clad in a stola dress, circlet crown kept her attention. Seeing that her little Badger did nothing to take down his fort made her disappointed. Even though this noble house of theirs possessed prestige, piety, loyalty, retinue, attributes, traits it did not possess command. Hondals, the Luluns, the Trolls, Dangilos, Geex, Fillfingers each commanded 636-1,240. Their duster cat with that bushy tail gray, white fur kept meowing at someone. Ignoring the meows she made her way to a crudely made fort. Instead of learning his Croweth, an Uxane language her little badger was adding to the fort he made. 

Not bothering to stop him from continuing his own shambled construction Madam Jenny Equa grabbed the fuel can of jekris fuel from the garage. Although it was once a stable, the building was now a storage for vehicles. The racing sign that once hung on its walls was now in his room. With full knowledge that her little badger would cry her the mother always ensured her little ones were disciplined. Taking a deep breath, she thought of all five of her children her little Badger, little faun, her little birdy, her little wild tapir, her monkey was all she really had until her husband returned next month. Her second or third husband. Whatever the VUVR had her husband doing she wanted him back in her life. Those alien freakish invaders can keep Jurnis-Aleon continents. Setting fire to the badger's fort, her son, Trystan built Jenny left a pile of burnt lumber to clean up. It ruined the yard, but it got rid of the fort. Drawing the attention of neighbors, authorities, and available fire department she pulled her Badger away from the flames. Her own servants rushed out to put out the flames with those who jumped into put them out quickly. 

Not sure if it was clear he was being punished he handed her badger, Terstan over to Dark Elf/Orc Hybrid female blade guardian Ochimush Gensokyo. Ochimush Gensokyo came from the oriental parts of Aleon-Jurnis. She often donned a long katana when going out. Ochimush's suual a lower half of a kimono robe, bandage wraps turned into a tube shirt, djinn style vest connected to lower kimono. Zero buttons could be seen on the vest that held the Ottante or Mezeen style. In accordance with her people's culture Ochimush added shoulder armor, arm braces, gauntlets made from bones, a skull shaped sporran, circlet from ivory with a skull carved from the ivory. Her long ponytail showed her own dedication to their civilization. 

"Chi Chi take the badger back to his room. Leave him there until supper." She instructed their house bodyguard calling her by what the children call her. 

"Anitta darling check the gardens along the edge after they cleaned up. See what is salvageable." She ordered this half troll female in green dress lined with flowers. Anitta possessed a lion like tail, boyish face with monkey ears, tannish skin with a hint of half Goblin spots on her limbs. Across her exposed cleavage Anitta possessed hieroglyph and calligraphy. Readjusting her shirt to cover everything Anitta broke into action to salvage what she could. 

Her attention turned to the chaos she herself created. Morning periods her staff and servants found her in the best of moods. A maid she called Otaku helped put out the flames. Her blondish hair did not match her ascot added to the custom fit maid's outfit. Otaku wore the ascot to cover her exposed cleavage; her apron came down to her knees along with the dress uniform. White gloves acting as the sleeves exposed the upper arms while the uniform sleeves cover her shoulders. Even though she started the fire Madam Equa chose to watch her household staff put it out. Some of them were hired to watch over the children. She felt like that black mage with puppets to control. Equa wanted to grab her child up and thrown him into the pond for now listening. Yet it would not look good in front of the neighbors. His Literature Tutor, Natasla Vie stood look dumbfounded. Despite the humidity of Alagen's location she wore a white sweater wore hair in a blue dye with a red ribbon in it. 

She only allowed her Badger outside when he was done with lessons. Equa made attempts to bring him outside more often. Going into town with him accompanying her. Over the course of seven days, she took him to different places including her workplace. At her workplace the southern plaza of Grimskull her Badger was expected to learn a bit more about Alagen, trade, business, art, music, health, priesthood. Inside a renovated plantation the plaza was built around Equa introduced him to multiple professions. Despite all of the staff, managers, maids, patrons, clients being ex-military their own professions showed themselves. In a wide garden-outing hat, sky blue open jacket, reddish long tunic with hide sleeves, white edges, blue dress, satchel a Grenadier Maiden presented herself. Wearing a pair of red gloves, and armbrace mix Mrs. Devian the Gardener-Wharf Baroness scheduled a meeting on their thirteen-month calendar. Equa dragged her son to other suites of the building. 

One of the suites was the office of Mrs. Wight, her least favorite. Long blonde hair in a fashionable style called Aleeve that requires a circlet crown to hold up the ponytail. A long black dress with some parts revealing her body, fluffs at the bottom, sleeves tight around her arms, and leggings covering most of her legs. Her profession was in wine. Squinting her eyes in anger Equa ended their session of introducing her Badger to professions. Calling Mrs. Wight a bimbo wino under her breath. Upon their return home her other children pestered a Green Knight of Alagen. Not dressed in the usual knightly armor this one wore a more modern suit fitted with an ascot. For some reason he brought along a squire in a similar fashion holding the banner of a red brown cross white diamond in the center of the cross. Known as Colleccines Tornos this offered their services to join her team of six adventurers. 

"Madam Equa I can join your team of adventurers consisting of different races. I offer myself as a Man at Arms, or scout for hire." He bowed his head revealing a small bald spot that looked more like a scalp from an Uxane warrior. 

"You would have to contend with a wolf like dog if I am to hire you. Sir Tornos. You can find them in their own Lodge like Head Quarters over in the Evusian Isle of Yunqi Kai. There you will find a quartet of siblings who became co heads of the archer company the Damily Family owns. It is now a sharpshooter and marksman company. Just bear the blonde and freckles." 

"I can handle any beasts." Tornos swayed his head side to side with loftiness. She gestured for him to join them for dinner. 

"Trading words with you is easier than most on the social side." Equa nervously asserted to the knight. 

At dinner most of their family sat at the table. Her daughter Nimue whom she nicknamed Faun was an active clarinet player aiming to be a Security Mage. Odette the Birdy broke into song when it became too quiet for her. Yet the courses she took in school involved alchemy, foreign criminology, social studies, healing magic, a dying practice, Dance. As for her Monkey, Traveling, adventuring, Runes, Politics, Combat Riding, and Monster Recognition. Nicknamed Monkey, Luke Equa fixed to become one of Alagen's Modern Dragoons or Heavy Calvary. Her wild tapir took ballet, vocals, photography, dancing, fencing, arcane magic. Lobellia Equa was destined to be a talented star or celebrity in Alagen. Now her own Badger, Trystan Equa had to choose a profession or two. Being the youngest of the family his own destiny had to be chosen. Sir Tornos told them tale of horror about a monster that sheds its skin every season. It got a shocking reaction from Luke, and Lobellia who normally scoffed, or smirked at such tales. Her other children showed mixed reactions. Trystan her badger showed a bit more interest. Luke felt obligated to listen as Tornos went on about the cults or mobs that controlled parts of Evusia. She found herself mentioning on group called the Havoc Hoodlum Hive Hegemon. 

Kiki Tadow, a former Rogue, Military Police with a rank of Lieutenant dealt with that particular group several years ago. During her first years hearing about them Kiki spied on them giving an estimate of 556 members. It became 3,000 members while she continued spying on them. She now worked at a Castle Library in a Castle style academy at the end of town. 

In the hopes that Trystan Equa her Badger would find some purpose or future she offered him as a squire to Tornos. While desert was served by butlers Grandma Gimmerson entered as any Vortex Runner Witch would. Frustrated Lady Equa got up to confront her own mother. Identical to her, but older Grandma Gimmerson was more rebellious in regard to entry. This was the fifth time her own mother did this to her. 

"I insist you come over in the normal fashion when visiting." Lady Equa persisted after multiple years of her mother coming in using magic. 

"That is too dull, and it takes an eternity. I come with a gift from your husband to your children. A man who is putting his life on the line against those invaders. Captaining a Destroyer sent to the west. Therefore, I bring a Naval Cutlass for your children to mount on the wall above the fireplace." Grandma Gimmerson raised a blade in a sheath in her two hands towards the seated children. 

Overjoyed to see her again they rushed to greet her. In a group hug the children embraced their grandmother who came to visit them. Two of the eldest grabbed the sword and mounted it above one of the fires. One of Lady Equa's butlers offered Gimmerson wine. She requested Meer an alcoholic beverage deathly brewed in Alagen. Sitting down with the children she read a letter from their father. Feeling a little defeated Jenny Equa gave them the larger guest room often used as a backup study. At the doorway with Tornos being escorted to another guest room Jenny listened to her mother read the words from their father, her husband. While she listened intently the letter addressed to her about a gift for her in the wharf. Her own adventuring group for hire can use those gifts. A Gantronese Armored Scout platform boat, and an alien patrol boat that can sort of pass of as a new invention. Each would be arriving by the end of this week or so. Chilled to the bone about his gifts Jenny had to accept such a gift. In her mind both would receive a new paint job or two. 

Having relatives visit her house made her uncomfortable on a personal note. Especially when they are known for practice arcane spells, and such. Her own mother left such the way she arrived only it wasn't in the middle of the hall. Gimmerson rather enjoyed dressing in hideously glamorous clothing that belonged in a bad parody. Even though she was her mother it was difficult to understand why she never adapted to modernized attire of this industrializing world. Yet herbologists and chemists found a way to grow trees ten times faster to compensate for deforestation. Something out of fiction in her mind yet it somehow worked. Back at the office suite she had Badger look at the different professions right after his courses were finished. While there she searched for other prospects to introduce him to. A ransom agent known as Fred Fohner- Fox working to achieve the impossible, getting an Aristocrat held hostage by the Nazdar. All he had at his disposal were the currency of Lotus along with another currency called Melis. Just the thought of her own son having to speak to those invaders made her squirm. 

Going to another suite she a wine enthusiast who advertised new vintages. As deliciously satisfying as the tasting would be Jenny snapped out of her little addiction for wine. Realizing her little Badger, Trystan Equa was too young she deemed this profession as inappropriate due his current age range. In the same building were six members of the Nomadic Arcane Wives made shop in the building of office suites. This was more of a coven or guild like faction that recruited both sexes into their organization. One of them in a conjurer's armor over a fine dress mentioned a Guild War dying down then starting up again every five years. Watching her husband go off to fight those aliens left a bitter taste in her mouth even though she was gearing her eldest offspring to serve Alagen. She hoped their service would lead them to Meze Evusia, Evusia itself, Redrin Isles, or helping the VUVR tame its annexed territories. While wandering this suite she met a lovely pirate lady. Not particularly dressed as a one this one known as Peyton Etchart wore the business attire with red stripes mixed with the fine pirate boots. 

Introducing herself to Madam as Captain Peyton Etchart she made a pose a pirate would when their success in digging up treasure was photographed or painted. Her parrot named Giselleukardi revealed how she acts as the Wharf Master for the Bostati warehouses. Peyton confirmed she was in charge of those warehouses with a license she snatched up from her desk. Next door to the Wharf Master sat an office with an agent for Homesteading in the Unknown and Bookkeeping on landscaping. Jenny Equa got his name, address, and number. Fredders Bangerang, 593 Horntail Avenue, Grimskull, call number 4726-1021. Taking his card, she collected up Trystan Equa the Badger of her family. She also considered Etchart's position in the port. A week passed as she had Trystan read up on the ports, and homesteading. Passing through town they have the town center in their point of view between the Library, and Gazebo. Rather large compared to most gazebos this one was encircled perfectly by trees and some fences. At the base of one large tree, she spotted a couple passing time in the open lot of the Town Center. A female Dark Elf and Male Orc became each other's fine company. 

While her youngest suffered the arduous task of learning about landscaping she gave the Wharf profession a consideration. Right after a meal towards the end of the week she announced they would be taking a trip to the east coast. On the end of the Alagen Kingdom's large island lay a Harbor choked with ports, docks, and wharfs. Thanks to the new acquaintance she made at the office suite. Captain Peyton met them at an isolated dock in Hock Harbor next to Astin Harbor. Covered in gill nets, ropes, long lines with hooks that appeared like decor draped from post to post. Fish traps cluttered most of the rather large, isolated dock. Down the road along the coast, they spotted three older vessels a Cog, a Caravel, and Brigg. Each modified to fit the usage of a modern world. Allowing Captain Peyton to lead them to the next Harbor whose border was marked by a lighthouse they traveled to Astin Harbor to meet an Aristocrat from Lesdonia. 

Called the "Axus" Port Master Seymour Mikka who was one of ten running the show in Astin Harbor. Consisting of a dense population of 636,000-1,000,000. Lined up along the coast the forming Harbor these sections had their own settlements. The docks, fisheries, or Durnos a term for shipyard took up several spaces equivalent to villages and towns. Astin Harbor became one large city with different types of docks lining the harbor. A Local fishery or now a leading fishery called Pam made up the end of Astin Harbor. Trading Port known as a Mocking held a fleet of vessels passing to and from port. Astin's Drydock known as Wright with twelve slots to hold multiple vessels each for repairs, or cleaning. Commercial Basins known as Elsa Yaya stretched out from the center. Another fishery called D'Bonem flourished like an independent settlement. Cut into different sections Astin Harbor possessed a Naval Hospital called Jarpson where wounded sailors or fishermen, dock workers are housed. A Global Trading Center called Veilleux Troy was also a part of Astin Harbor. Several modern docks with a dozen tankers, cargo ships, trawlers in the process of making port. A few appeared to be moored or docked properly whereas one appeared sloppy. One isolated dockyard called Jorbelle presented itself as large as small city. Each of these sections had its own town center despite Astin Harbor possessing a main building for the office of Mayor. If anyone looked at Alagen's governing body for settlements, they would see these sections acting as their own settlement violated regulations. Only one town center was really necessary for the entire settlement. 

Visiting the Port Master that Captain Peyton suggested the Equas found his building close to a Town Center in Drydock Wright. Just opposite the Wharf Warehouse that had no roof. Setting up a meeting for you and them is what she wanted to tell Trystan Equa. When they first entered, she thought they entered a museum for weapons. Mounted on the walls prized totems, harpoons, crossbows, maces, large daggers, a lance, bill hook, ship hooks, longswords, katana, scimitars, ancient leaf shaped blades, spears, shields decorated the main hall. She thought she spied some cutlasses from an era thought to be dead. A handful of boarding axes, several rapiers, and rifles with fixed bayonets. Going further into the building they found the walls decorated with various shields from different parts of Calorn or at least the explored parts. Port Master Seymour Mikka's own office was decorated with an assortment of antiques, vintage, weapons, wigs, helmets, flag and banner. Flanked by the banners a cabinet shelf filled with usual contents of a shelf. At the bottom they spotted a stuffed dead monkey. Bottled ship collection depicted a Xebec, fishing ship, Sloop, Galley, a Galleon, Caravel, and Holk. On the desk sat a trade cog in a bottle next to a Globe. Draped on the desk Seymour Mikka had a horse cloth coat of black with a gold horse head for a coat of arms. Looking up Port Master Mikka, a half elf with a mustache, small balding spot thick head of hair, business suit mixed with a tunic, bone style buttons, brass gorget over the tie. His spectacles appeared more for reading that seeing his new clients. From the corner of the office a tall olive brown skinned warrior from Ottante in dark tunic robes armed with a curved sword emerged. It scared the children and Madam Equa. 

"It is alright he is one of eighteen guards who gets paid four hundred fifty Calornese Globes guarding the Wharf. I have thirty-seven working the docks yet have need of an apprentice. Sit down." Port Master Mikka gestured for them to sit down. 

Privateers of Vodwania

 

The Valde Sea, the landlocked body of water is home to multiple island nations. In the far corner of this body of water is the state of Vodwania. Forced under the invading alien's rule called the Nazdar these Vodwania become mercenaries or privateers. 

The Mounted Boar's Head Coat of Arms

 

Flag of Condor Confederacies

 

Condor Confederacies, a group of islands off the southwestern coastal corner of the blocked off continent of Jurax, also nicknamed the Unknown Lands. 

Flag of Ossus

 

A collaborator Grevaskii state aligned with the Nazdar alien invaders. Ally of the Vullanese Faction. 

Kezef's Fleet North of the Platform Seas, South of Condor Isles

Between the Iperantosi Islands, the Condor Isles his fleet was required. Their expedition or endeavor in the platform seas had to be shortened as the Gantronese were on the move again. Due to the intervention of other aliens the platform seas had to be abandoned. At the Iperantosi Isles, a small fleet was left. It comprised of the least worst ships available. Yet they still performed their jobs, the 11ships they left in control. His own fleet comprised of seven ships. Behind his own the Too Bad Fleet of 12 destroyers too their sweet time arriving. Looking through the window from the command bridge Admiral Kezef spotted the Steel Frigate Tall Bitch, Carrier Tall Queen, Ocean's Claw U-boat 1016 in port. Claymore Battleship Berserker Class sauntered towards the north, Patrol Boat Panther moved towards them. The Destroyer called Blue Flail trailed the battleship Emperor Stag. Docked at port Cruiser Frost Ape Glacier, Carrier Lead Golem, Destroyer Mistwalker made his skin crawl. As Vagi's replacement brushed past them, Captain Durnvire felt the stubbles of his back neck hairs start to grow a little more. Through the binoculars his eyes hunted for U boat 709, U-709 was supposed to be returning to this port. Running late this U boat was. He could not say the same about the Trawler/Cargo Attack ship, the Compass 33. Dwarves married off their black sheep, outcasts, disowned, vagabonds, scoundrels to female goblins, strict Gnome families, or former nuns. Piloting the Compass 33 so happened to be one of those Dwarves. Caleb McPhoaden-Ellog was married into a farming arcane family who lived along the borders of Castaria-Geverine. Piloting the vessel like a drunkard the Dwarf passed a Beach Club style Yacht run aground on the reefs. Getting that Dwarf's attention meant drawing his attention away from looking for U-boat 709. He knew U-boats would hunt solo or hunt in packs just like wolves. Durnvire referred to the ones who went solo as Sea Tigers. 

Other countries involved in this coalition deployed portions of their own fleets. Most of the nations were wary of the threat the Gantronese posed while keeping an eye on the Evusians. As a captain he gained access to how much materials, equipment. The number of dead, wounded, prisoners of war, turncoats, active duty, on leave, sentry duty, occupation duty were in his brain now. Those numbers kept growing as this war continued. Placing a number on the civilian casualties proved difficult as finding the bodies was complicated. Numbers of people who fled did not help as more people seemed to have popped out of nowhere. An estimate of 103,539 Evusians drafted or conscripted for various professions involving the Calornese Coalition. As for the Calornese Coalition aside from the V.U.V.R., the Nevoran Federation on the other side a total of 154 million personnel. Most of them performed noncombatant roles required in a military. Behind them a fleet of 50 Medical Brigs come in alongside 50 container ships, 4 freighters. Above them another fleet of 50 or more airships maneuver along the flanks observing their movements. Bringing over equipment, personnel, medical kits, ammunition these vessels were bound for Iperantosi Isles, and the Condor Confederacy. Among the supplies the Coalition sent Amphibious Tanks with Trawlers, and Cargo ships. Behind them other fleets joined them. From their own allies, and other nations a fleet of 87 vessels or more assembled. This included a modified steel steamship with three masts just to use as transport for prisoners or observation. An easy target yes, but their designs and sailing path matched the route of the 900 or more merchant marine cargo ships known to pass through on a weekly basis. That came before the Iperantosi Invasion, their operations into the Unknown Lands, and recently these hidden platform seas. 

Under Kezef's command their own fleet of seven vessels abandoned those platform seas. More factions from other worlds came down to face the Gantronese who were forced to abandon Iperantosi Isles. Durnvire could not help but wonder if they were going back. Just from a different route. Escorting a mobile dockyard the Tante Republic constructed and extra V.U.V.R. fleet of 20 vessels. One light carrier full of AA guns, Flak cannons, 10 aircraft took the lead. An attack cargo ship, a new missile frigate, aircraft gunship on the cargo ship, mobile command post, one battleship trailed behind the carrier. Alongside their flanks sailed 9 U-boats, one assault carrier, and battleship. Making up the rear when they shouldn't, sailed 4 sailing ships used to pick up any wounded, sailors who fell off, or castaways. Captain Durnvire screamed inside his head. Iperantosi Isles did fall to their coalition. Yet the war was not over. Most of their resources, and manpower went to the Unknown Lands. Having allies does help in conflicts even if they are conscripted. Getting Kezef's attention wasn't difficult. The Admiral nodded in approval of him leaving after the salute. 

"You are relieved Captain. I can handle things from here. Return to your quarters if you wish." Kezef commanded. It may not have gone over well in training days. Yet it helps bring out some modesty. 

"Durnvire is required at his station Admiral sir. His position as Captain has required him to stand by the Admiral of the fleet." A Lieutenant insisted with a respectful salute to Admiral Kezef. 

"We set up new ground rules ever since Vagi left us." Durnvire rebuked. The Lieutenant squinted their eyes at this. Something happened between them and Vagi as though they had something going on. Could he reveal this yes, would he not while the operation was still in effect. 

"Oh you want to punch this bugger in the face huh?" Durnvire challenged the Lieutenant feeling a rise of fire inside him. He could see the Lieutenant did not like that. 

"Well, what do you want him to do? Lieutenant?" Kezef snapped at the Lieutenant breaking up a tense moment that could break out into a brawl between them or just a heated discussion, or an argument. "Durnvire return to your own quarters. We will require your assistance tomorrow. Dismissed." 

Making a quit getaway Durnvire exited the bridge-control room of the ship. As he exited his back could feel the glare of the Lieutenant. In the Captain's mind he envisioned some large, winged creature chasing a ship in the sea. How he pictured the Lieutenant's attempt to target him. Seven ships in Kezef's fleet. The Basilisk, a destroyer with a crew of 155 souls for sailors, 24 marines Captained by Weatherby. Rook, a Sloop that saw more action than it should with a crew of 188 souls, 10 troopers under the Captainship of Anitta Rocksallow. Anitta's rival, Captain Casktapper mastered the Sloop Casktapper's Wife with a crew of 196 souls, 10 troops. Both Captains nearly came to blows during meetings over succeeding Admiral Kezef, and himself. Kezef's Destroyer, Kaniima's Dagger housed a crew of 165, 12 Troopers, and a Captain Mahdiin from Badraan. Rumors spread about him grabbing up a nice treasure hoard then attempted to call himself a deity with a giant shiny crab for his coat of arms. Another Sloop, the Sal-Anisa was crewed by 191 souls,18 troopers, Captained by Ol-Haudi. Kezef's fleet included two Frigates. One them acted as his flag ship in the fleet. Turquoise Skull crewed by 228 souls, 31 Infantry, and Captain Gray Eye the dark skinned Castarian. Kezef's flagship the Frigate Hervornne housed 210 souls, 13 or more Guards. Co mastered by Admiral Kezef and Captain Durnvire himself. Returning to his own quarters Durnvire found himself face to face with a past photograph of three sailors on a Geverine Schooner doing poses. In his quarters Durnvire wondered about Vagi's condition after what she went through. She was one casualty out of a score or more this ship alone suffered. 

Putting down how many personnel did not really make for a good story, but it helped keep in mind of a crew's size. One ship could not actually take on an armada lone. Checking one photograph on the wall with her in it made is heart sink. A hollow feeling is what he felt. If they only sent that Jenere Omavern pirate the world or other pirates, this world would be rid of a few more pirates. Vagi's presence was a morale booster until they sent her with those privateer pirates. Yet thanks to their interacting with new factions from other worlds they received some extra allies or turncoats. Kezef's own Lamia was enough to protect their Admiral. Sixteen female gunners hired to act as commandos, spies, assassins or rogues resided in their fleet. Their chatter could not be drowned out unless you were near the engines. What also drowned them out was the roaring of various aircraft coming in. Durnvire raced outside among the other sailors to witness air dropped supplies. Such a sight it was hundreds of aircraft from Tante, Ivodra, Alagen, Vestrisia, some Nevoran countries he could not name. There must have been over a thousand different aircraft dropping supplies for the population. A sight that would received mixed feelings. Some let loose close to 200 observation balloons. His fellow crewmates watched some get lost or fall due to deflation. 

Alarms went off signaling they had sailors to rescue. Turning to attend to his duties he found a couple of the hired guns kissing. Culture clashes were frequent among the member states of the V.U.V.R. Yet the violence, squabbles, brawls were limited due to authorities pressing in quickly to restore order. He recognized two of them. Both from Syrianos these two were Clara Cuttcano, and Page the Thread spy. Cuttcano is described as a female demon with pointy long ears, horns from the side of her head pointing forward. Her light blue skin made her curvy voluptuous body the envy of some societies. A few burn scars on her back showed some parts of her past. Clara's bleach hair made her sea sweater darker along with the tight black pants that clung to her thighs. The band around her neck gave some red flags while her officer's cap with skull showed her rank. Page the Thread was also a demon humanoid with light blue skin. Before she even joined the crew as a guard she wore the typical office clothing without the ascot part. Not as desirable in appearance as Clara Page's bleach hair, organized attitude made up for it. Her clip board was missing. Durnvire was sure she left it in the fatty crevice of her former associate who watched her board this ship back in '42. Locked in each other's arms the two appeared engaged in some love making. 

"Stop stretching this out. People are going to mistake you for a lesbian." Durnvire warned only to get a playful tongue at him in response. 

"Is it wrong for females to be in love? Captain." Clara rebuked making a mock pout face. 

"No, it would not be bad that you are. Just make your preferences clear." Durnvire bit his lip pondering the types of humanoids they were allowing to fight for the V.U.V.R. and their Calornese Allies. Thanks to the little expedition into the unexplored parts of their own world, blocked by a wall of shipwrecks they recruited other aliens. One battalion of 402 ex Order of the Beast, and ex C.SO. are allowed to fight for them. Something Durnvire was a little uneasy about except the Lamia Kezef hired as a bodyguard. Vagi entered his thoughts as he came to Starboard bow. Before his very eyes Durnvire spotted one of the older style sail ships brought over from the neutral states. His gaze observed the Mooring lines put up, the bow line coiled up, bow strings down with some netting attached. Centre Cleats of the vessel coiled in strong rope, stern spring left empty, stern line still had rope tied in knots. As outdated as these vessels became, they still proved useful. Turning his gaze to his right Durnvire witnessed one of their own rescue teams prepare lifeboats. Each of these sail ships present were equipped with four rowboats, one lifeboat. 

"Move the life vests to the bow quickly. Those souls won't save themselves..." the leader nagged them. Ensign Gooding directed the rescue effort along with several other teams sent from other ships. 

As one the fleet stopped in their tracks on the sea. Aside from their own vessels, and those who participated their allies sent additional vessels. To secure the Iperantosi Islands, and the southern coats of the Unknown Lands which have a name. Jurax was the name the locals called the land mass cut off by mountain ranges, swamps, rocky islands, quicksand, savage tribes, various beast predators. Durnvire could only watch for a few minutes as a crew of 235 souls lost their ship, cargo, crewmates to a number of cannon fire from an islet believed to be abandoned. One metal tower erected itself like a collapsible telescope equipped with ten or more cannons that fired before reaction came down on them. Just two minutes of turret fire reduced the tower to a smoldering ruin full of broken black metal. It took everyone by surprise forcing the entire fleet that arrived to halt steering north and south. Rescue teams rounded up fifteen survivors on their own boats. As Captain on Deck Durnvire moved to inspect who they brough on board. 

An older Sailor known as Ano who sailed for forty years of his life. A lone carpenter recruited for repairs on ships such as the one they just lost. A trio of oriental looking Vorcadamnese. Two knights with stains on their family history due to their involvement in the Castarian Wars. An ex pirate with a parrot tattoo on their left arm. Four female sailors who looked to be from middle class families. Two guards whose coat uniforms had to be ditched. One fanatic with a black dragon tattoo wrapped around their body. Aside from their crewmates and ship they lost a cargo of 200 Thunder Guns brought over. Other rescue teams reported 35 other survivors while the rest were reported as killed in action. This infuriated Kezef at a meeting inside one of their rooms. 

"Just because he won a trophy after becoming champion doesn't mean he is fit for her. Is what I can say about this situation." Kezef warned the staff. 

"Oi it is like we discovered ruthless Driders in the Vergud Nepas Mountains from Dark Elf legends." Blackbell put in giving his own metaphoric comparison. 

"Over the intercom radio we overheard something that sounds like kill the kitchen staff as orders." Chief Officer Ace Strength another derivative of Strengithe his family original name. One way of saying strength. 

"So much for having the Iperantosi Islands as a trophy I guess." Durnvire muttered more himself, but his words somehow reached their ears in the room. Blackbell turned his head to face Durnvire. In his uniform the human looked no different than the usual personnel serving the V.U.V.R. Yet his thick brows, boxcar like scabs from a fire incident covered his right cheek. Chief Officer Strength gave him a scowl with his mustache, square face, tannish beige skin tone, snub nose, auburn hair. Despite his movements around the ship, he still had some meat on him. 

"Here! There is a trophy now get lost!" Chief Officer Strength snapped at the Captain. Pointing at one of the trophies they scavenged from a Gantronese vessel they sunk. 

"Easy Chief Officer! I know you just lost your brother in that wreckage and cousin in the first battle against the Gantronese. Assess the current damage see to the castaways, survivors. As for the rest of you tend to your teams. Captain Durnvire go ashore and see what our forces have been able to organize. Ensure supplies flows in. In a timely matter." Kezef ordered breaking up the meeting. Though short it still produced some results. 

Gathering a squad or team of ten sailors Durnvire came ashore to the Iperantosi port city of Nakour Cay. One of the locations for their landings. Using up the beach and cleared areas from the bombings or fires they organized at least 925 War Chariot (Armored Anti-Infantry Cars), Rocket Cars, Mobile Artillery. He witnessed a shipment of four large landing craft carrying 3 jeeps, 18 soldiers, 2 artillery pieces on each transport. Durnvire checked with the cooperative locals who were not injured, imprisoned, or keeping their distance. Coming in from the left a group of Iperantosi wearing tribal, and modern clothing mixed together. Although there was a coalition in control of the islands the air did not feel right. What he did not want to hear was their population was fearful of all outsiders. Most of the women were pregnant. No children could be seen as they were told to stay hidden from foreigners. At first he believed they came with some complaints or grievances. He was wrong. In a broken or barely touched upon language called Eisin the locals spoke to them. Their main language was Unbari they warned Durnvire, another Commanding Officer about a few Gantronese ships still in the area. 

From better translations he learned of some possible holdouts, abandoned ships. Hints of Gantronese reconnaissance from a distance to the south. How this did not reach their ears before arrival got under his skin. A Battleshio, a Gantronese style battleship with the appearance of an elongated scarab-eel mix spotted at port in the southern part of Iperantosi's main island. Gunboats, mainly a Gantronese vehicle used for patrolling coasts, rivers, or islands were spotted roaming. Scattered all over the Iperantosi Islands these locals reported modified vessels. One Sloop, Frigate, Destroyer, carrier, battleship, stolen mine clearer, steel attack brig were found abandoned. Still at port these vessels sat idle, unused. Durnvire only got the descriptions of these along with the news of zero Iperantosi sailors available to man them. Training them would take up a single year. Getting acquainted with these people who lived in exotic structures. 

One sexy glamorous looking oriental with sand blond hair short black dress with cleavage showing walked up to him. Called an Akim this one was more language skilled. Known as Triple Black Hearts this Akim covered herself to look decent while hiding her chest from prying eyes. His own thoughts went to Vagi who still slipped in his mind at times. Vagi's features were enough to distract the crew at times. Kezef's own age kept him from staring along with his marriage. Durnvire sort of hated her for it. In clear Unbari this woman let him know the whereabouts of other Gantronese vehicles left behind. Among Gantronese gunboat vehicles were the Y-45 Tolo Reconnaissance in the shame of a circular raft installed on a hovercraft. About 925 were given to the Iperantosi as a gift for their allegiance to the Gantronese. According to a bloated looked female Iperantosi in a custom fit flowery yellow dress that draped over her entire body. It somewhat suited her in a pleasant way. The glamorous woman patted her on the shoulder as a thank you while seeming irritated. Other types of Vehicles still in the area included the XI9 S Scoundrel Security Vehicles. Somehow the Nevoran Federation on the other side weaseled their way into trade routes with the Iperantosi. Not being at war with the Gantronese helped them. Yet plenty of their own citizens or comrades joined the fight as mercenaries or privateers. NF Sea Arachnid1408s with harpoon and grappling hook guns. 

Each vehicle was described in detail according to some superstitious beliefs. Durnvire was certain these people weren't exactly literate as they gave off traditional superstitions in their sayings. Whoever the commanding officer was or the commander in this region gave the locals too much power in some opinions among those sent with him. Despite the V.U.V.R. taking the helm as the vanguard for the invasion the command over the coalition occupation force rested on the shoulders of a commanding Alagen General Gaidinne Numalle-Gael. Their own command included a seemingly cult like group of 454 Druid warriors called Llanowar Druids. Even though Alagen was more of an island these Elf Druids roamed the continents as part of their training managing to number 1,168 in membership. Dawning the original red tunic under his uniform which he allowed to stick out the General commanded an additional 1,100. He warned Durnvire the invasion or reclamation of the Condor Isles was going to require some extra manpower. So, he should find something to do. Organizing the 688 weapons they brought over would be something to do. While his Admiral and the gathered fleets pressed for waters hosting enemy activity. 

Spending the night in one of the Gantronese barracks Durnvire reviewed a bit more of the fleet amassing to join their future engagement. Alagen's fleets assembled one U-boat, a Cruiser with upgraded pieces, frigate, 2 sloops, battleship, carrier full of dive bombers, 2 destroyers sent to patrol. Lybresan managed to send an aircraft carrier, small battleship, 2 missile frigates, 3 destroyers, attack transport, cargo ship, and submarine only meant for reconnaissance. Ivodrans already lost a bit of their fleets while committing to this conflict. Leaving the rest behind they gave 2 small battleships, 6 destroyers, 8 patrol boats sent to each island of the Iperantos. Rovantia's fleet went to the Condor Isles ahead of time with 2 destroyers, carrier, battleship, frigate. Combined with whatever was already over there would put a dent in parts of whatever armada the Gantronese would send. He felt like these aliens were just playing chess or a game by sending in small waves. Or were they seriously running out? Nahem's fleet put forward one Heavey Cruiser, and 5 destroyers that meant to hang towards the south of positions. Bound to the fronts Evusian sailors brought forth 12 destroyers, 7 combat ships, 2 small battleships to be sacrificed. Tante Republic assembled 2 battleships, 8 combat ships for defense over what they gained as a coalition. Meze being the neutral or half neutral state sent over 2 destroyers, and 2 small battleships while keeping the rest of the fleet around their coasts. 

Durnvire felt a little ashamed of not being able to join in the fight that was to come. With his own group he toured/patrolled the islands watching over the construction of new lighthouses. Certain reconstruction was going smoothly Durnvire sat in the passenger seat of a newly constructed Jeep fresh off the line. Coming up to a village the Gantronese named Arel Thalore 24 shots go off in a town that is under threat of Vestrisian attack. Not the first time it happened since the Gantronese left these islands. Confident in reducing the casualties, diminishing the gunfire Durnvire hopped out of the armored jeep. A combined unit of Lybresan and Vestrisians launched their own siege on town suspected of harboring collaborators to the Gantronese. Under the command of a bald fat Lybresan Baron with levitation abilities a Lheobethan half elf of the deserts led 1,500 Lybresan-Vestrisians. Known as Efendi the half elf desert elf possessed a falcon as a companion. As a member of the VUVR he was allowed to arm himself with a curved dagger, and scimitar representing his culture. In his officer's V.U.V.R. standard uniform Efendi Vitae-Al Gume refused to give his rank. 

Captain Durnvire stepped on his foot the moment he refused to salute and give rank. Some uptight offspring from Mezeen the half elf was also part Lheobethan who made it to Major in the ranks. Five years of banishment from Meze was what he was now enduring for his own protection. Iperantosi locals stood along the roads in their traditional fabric mixed with modernized clothing. Some looked scared others curious. Forced to explain the situation to a staff of Numalle-Gael the Major found himself demoted. Rumors spread that a group calling themselves the Dragon Mutants with a Mattel Assault Vehicle, some Wind Raiders, motorcycle-car mix, and lancer cycles held up somewhere in the town. Turning them in would end the siege for these people. This wasn't part of their plan in terms of occupying the Iperantosi. Since Iperantosi was to be left in the hands of allies and rebels a formidable force had to be left behind. He knew a brigade of 4,350 Coalition personnel would be stationed here. They would have an additional supply of 1,500 of each type of rifle, 13 artillery pieces, 2,560 submachineguns of various models. Four crates of Heavy Machine Guns came with the supplies. 

At a meeting Durnvire sat through the Commanding Officers chewed up this Baron who clearly could have resolved this without a siege. Five days passed with some news about their fleets becoming victorious on the first few days. Apparently it transformed into a crippling draw for both sides. Yet with some prizes for them. A dozen different ships along with 400 Trawlers of Vorcadamn, Talus, Gora Via, and Retoriam. A few islands fell to them. Losing a quarter of their fleet with most of them damaged they came back with 400 GZP 0C Samurai Supply Vehicles. One looming dreadnaught began the second assault on their fleet on the fifth day. Half the day was spent bringing it down while the Gantronese moved southwest. Most of the ships required new shells, minimal repairs. Relying on their dive bombers the fleets hung bang at some mobile ports hauled over. It was also learned that a Steel Man O war can be manned by two thousand Natons, some term for half Goblin half Dwarf spawn. 

Eager to settle the siege down to an end Captain Durnvire went to see for himself what these Dragon Mutants wanted. When he was allowed through, he discovered 828 Iperantosi driven away. A team of 16 members of the town police, service members to the Iperantosi assisted this group. It consisted of a few knights from the split island, eight police, one commander, doctor, acrobat, pilot, Gantron with mechanical eyes their personal thrall. This Dragon Mutants gang only consisted of 24 humanoids and monsters. Two of them were tall knightly looking figures. One was a large amphibian creature with a Eku-Kanobo mix. One cyborg like humanoid, a silver skinned winged demon, Gantronese human-spawn, some phantom looking dreg in tattered robes sat around a table. On it lay a rather tall High Priestess of snakes exposed to the air inside. Another female sat in a chair appearing very haughty and in charge in a dominating appearance. She appeared to be a dominating female with twelve other followers. A two headed ogre, pair of Molorcs, larger Orcs, two female archers, a pair of dwarves, two draconic like monsters, one humanoid with a horses lower body for legs, large aquatic humanoid, and Orc mounted on a reptilian beast appeared under her control. Expecting himself to be torn to pieces Durnvire raised his hands as he approached. Forced to get a translation Durnvire had a bone to pick with whoever let them back in town. 

It wasn't clear to him exactly why they were still here. Yet they insisted of different stories. One story involved a desire to hold down a fort or small castle that was destroyed in a bombing run. Another had more to do with finding a restaurant or lounging spot. Othe reasons emerged in the conversation. Durnvire thought he heard enough. Offering them cuisines from different parts of the continents is all he could really think of. Negotiations between him, his superiors, the Baron's army, town Chiefs, these Mutant Dragons dragged for a few days longer than he liked. Pulling up information he quickly learned Calorn's Coalition brought over 1,300 or more cooks, chefs among the elf run states. Most were either recruits, seasoned veterans, conscripts, drafted or volunteers. Over a short period of time they managed to end the siege with cuisines crafted using a cart sized hog, tree fruits, edible leaves held up by bamboo made into a platform table. Satisfying these Dragon Mutant gang members like this wasn't part of their ordeal. It did get them to leave only a Talus Mask Opera performer became a meal for the frog mutant. This other female among them managed to get a shrine in her honor. Once these hold outs left Durnvire stormed over to the armored jeep and threw his cap into the ground in frustration. 

Flag of Zaul

 

Zaul, a state within the continent of Nevora sits on the southern borders of the Nevoran Federation. Despite its size Zaul still proved to be a bit of a problem for the larger state among the other free states of their side of Calorn. While the invaders fight each other, the V.U.V.R., and this Calornese Alliance Nevora hosted a whole different range of old conflicts. An autocracy, Zaul still traded with nine free states of Calorn. 

A symbol for Werewolves

 

Werewolves can also be found on the world of Calorn. Yet they tend to hide from the public. 

For House and Company

 Walking on the ice he wasn't sure if it would show up. Snow blanketed the land half a week ago. Most of the snow and ice already melted. A few places in Fort Pradding, Merryze still had ice that were shaded. In a slow pace he moved on the walkway made for Officers to move back and forth. It was close to where female officer attempted to stop a fight between mutant spawn only to find herself attacked. Despite the authorities saying they had everything under control his order sent him. No one among his kingdom, now an empire wanted to hear any excuses. Whoever attacked that officer was not alone. Crunching sounds of his footsteps disturbed the silence. Each footfall attracted some attention. From the shadows of the alley between the abandoned diner, turret tower from a battleship emerged a Rage Demon. A nine limbed creature with a few maws for mouths, six spear like arms, three limbs it moves on with talons. This creature like demon had an elongated head, leathery stretched skin. A long tongue comes out of its maw for grappling. Tales of this thing being unleashed on battlefields were uttered among members of his Order. It may appeared he was unarmed, but his fake long flashlight became a spear. A rather long spear or pike to take this thing down. His own body quaked as the monster approached him. It was not from fear, but his ancestors fought these monsters. This one came from a long line of warriors, slayers, hunters who pursued any threat to civilization. His own monkey like tail wrapped around his waist. Some of his own people possessed various types of tails yet his among others was that of a monkey. 

Not interested in making this an epic showdown that caused damage he went straight for the kill. Impaling this Rage Demon to the wall this young warrior fried this monster using a special taser. Zero mercy was to be given to anything he fought. Show no mercy made his people somewhat undesirable among certain militaries across the galaxy. Unless they were ordered to take them in, saw they surrendered, each warrior of his people were to take them out. Wounded enemies were either left alone, taken in, or sent back to their own lines. At times it became complex as his people fought as mercenaries, or hybrids were born on other worlds. Forced to wrap the used up taser in a wet cloth the warrior burned the corpse to a crisp. Upon his return to his employer, he found some local officers who looked scared to say a word or look him in the eye. His employer Vikki Bolos sat in her armchair with her hands clasped together. The House Bolos of the Three Circlets was going to be the governing family of Merryze.