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A military flag of the Grussian military who were allied to the Vestrisian Union before the Gantronese overwhelmed their defenses. Grussia was conquered, which forced many military units into exile.

Flag of the Meze Kingdom

Meze also known as the "Fertile Arm" is a nation on an island cut into three factions. Sitting next to the Nahemine Kingdom the Meze people choose to be neutral in the conflict however they are somewhat hostile towards another neighbor that is an empire. Covered in sandy beaches, beach floral, and flat rock formations Meze has a vast amount of jungles, few swamps and miles of fertile land. Although it's people are traditional in terms of religion, clothing, and food it still attempts at gaining new technologies through trade with various nations including some outside this world.

Tuxir Confederacies

Flag of the Tuxir Confederacies. The Tuxir are an Uxane group that live among the slopes of the Sarcagos Mountains and have various neighbors such as Dwarf Kingdoms, the Uwaux Nation and the many savage tribesmen and beast men.

Discarded Commando Part 42

When he put the radio away Maurice went over to where his companions were. They packed up what they had brought with them for this journey in case they had to leave the next day. Maurice thought it would be best to lay low for awhile. His decision was overruled by the unit he was given who wanted to leave this city before the city guards and soldiers found them. Pressured to leave Maurice felt that he needed to compromise with his unit. He was the leader of this unit and made the decisions as the commander. The Lieutenant flipped his lid on the unit demanding they stay put unless they'd like to go hunt down the remaining gangs of this city. Hilastes, Amonif, Brittany, Oraceth, Taregan, and Eyanosa stared at him with disbelief.

Before any of them could speak Maurice pulled out his revolver getting ready to shoot one of his own men. This was something he normally would not do to his own companions or countrymen. Each one backed away from him with their hands up. He felt tension rise in him with sweat coming down all over his body. The atmosphere around him felt like it was going to swallow him as adrenaline started to kick up. For what felt like hours Maurice stood there with his revolver pointed at the companions who joined him on this long mission that could take a year. His grip grew tighter on the handle causing his hand to shake. Maurice did not want to kill or harm any of his companions. This forced him to hesitate and hold back from pulling the trigger. None of his companions wanted to do the same either. His heart beat faster and faster beating out of his chest.

Over the shoulders of his companions he saw shadows coming out of the walls. He warned his companions to look out behind them when someone large grabbed him from behind. Whoever grabbed him had him in a half nelson and grabbed his revolver hand. The grabbing caused Maurice to fire one shot that hit Eyanosa in the leg. His companions reacted to their leader being attacked from behind. Hilastes and Amonif pounced on Maurice's assailant beating him to the ground. Eyanosa fell onto the floor while Oraceth, Taregan, and Brittany turned around to face the shadowy figures behind them. Maurice looked in both directions of their flanks. On either side of the alley were more figures coming towards them. He counted five on their right flank, and eight on their left flank. Inside their hideout Oraceth, Eyanosa, and Brittany shot at the three figures who were coated in dark substance. There were just three of them in dark clothing, and pale like skin. Each one seemed to have their teeth filed into fangs.

His attention returned to their flanks when he saw one of the trio fall to the ground. Toberis and Minerva sprang into action and charged the five figures who appeared to be covered in dung, and rags covered in muck. As a duo they cut down the five muck covered figures who were armed with a spiked club, war hammer, strange flail, machete, and an ax. Their movements were too swift for any of the five to block or strike a blow. Maurice turned to the other flank where the eight figures came running at them armed with thick blades, and makeshift weapons that could easily be concealed. He fire the other five shots into this group. Two of them fell to the ground before they clashed with his fellow warriors. His Unseen Bears, Ranger and Eyanosa met the rest of these figures in the middle of the alley. Four against six never meant the larger number was going to win. Whoever these figures were they were no match for Maurice's unit. He turned his attention to the wounded Eyanosa who gripped his pistol in one hand and held his other hand over the wound. Maurice raced over to the wounded warrior he had shot by mistake.

The Uxane gritted his teeth and sucked on them in pain. He helped the companion as best he could while his other companions kept an eye out for any more attackers. Minerva came to his side offering some help with Eyanosa's wound. His Tuxir tried his best not to scream in agony. Minerva wrapped the wound in a cloth patching it up as best she could. When the coast seemed to be clear they carried Eyanosa inside. What they needed now was a surgeon and hoped one of the Vestrisians they found was a medic at least. Minerva had some type of healing herbs and some magic to stop the bleeding. It left a hole in Eyanosa's leg and the bullet in there as well. Getting him inside was the easy part the hard part was settling their large cat steeds down. Taregan, Oraceth, and Hilastes rushed to settle the large beasts down before they started jumping on people and running a muck in the streets.

Not all of them had to be settled down making it easier for them to get a hold of the ones who went wild. Once the steeds were calmed down Maurice changed his mind about staying put however the Tuxir's wound would slow them down. Minerva wrapped the wound up with a cloth in case the bleeding came back. With the steeds calmed down, and the wound wrapped up Maurice checked on the corpses of their attackers. Toberis was already looking at them with some intrigue. The new companion turned to see him approach where he was. Toberis pointed out who these figures were. Each one of them were gang members. He listed them as the Sewer Dragons, Naga Itaks, Pacong Brothers, and the Vampiric Trio. Maurice took in that they had just eliminated the last of the gangs in the city.

A meeting inside the dwelling was called and the entire unit gathered around in a circle. They discussed whether they should leave or wait until the other Vestrisians come back. Amonif insisted they leave immediately hoping the Vestrisians would be able to find them again. Hilastes wanted to get out of here and head straight for Oceanrest Var. Brittany wanted to head back to the fort saying screw this mission. Taregan did not know what to do about this situation. Oraceth desired to call up their Captain friend or retrieve the Vestrisians to help them. Maurice wanted to stay put until the other Vestrisians found them.

There were several different opinions on whether they should go, stay put, head back to the fort, or call for help. Every option weighed in against one another. They each argued their point, and in turn were overruled by one another. This went on for too long a decision needed to be made. Either they stay here or go off onto the road towards Oceanrest Var. Maurice felt the tensions rise again only this time he kept himself cool. As he was about to put his foot down something came up in his head. He did not want to leave anyone behind in this part of the city. An idea entered his head that would actually benefit the whole party. Have three people go search for Lieutenant Zomere and her unit of Vestrisians while the rest of them stay put. The Lieutenant hand picked Hilastes, Brittany and Toberis to join him in tracking down Lieutenant Zomere and her squad. After picking out the ones going with him Maurice realized the Khansungai Guards might go after them as well if they come out.

He looked up at the sky which was partially blocked from his view by overhanging parts of the buildings. An idea cropped into his head on how to get through the city. He turned to Brittany and Toberis requesting for some cloaks that they might have in their possession. Brittany raced over to where their equipment was stashed. She came back to them with several cloaks. Hilastes grabbed one that looked big enough for him. Toberis snatched the most colorful looking one, which was more of a darker shade of green. Maurice and Brittany put the last ones on moments before heading out of the alley.

The Visiting Omnivore

Here is the Black Bear in case there are any one who doesn't believe the story.

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Massalia's Monster

During the Bronze Age  the Greeks from Rhodes founded the city-state of Massalia. Massalia is located in the southern part of Gallia. The city grew and flourished despite some enemies around the area. A team of Warriors patrolled an area known as Averni territory. They treaded carefully since some Gauls did not like trespassers or any foreigners coming onto their lands. Under the leadership of Agathon a team of Hoplites, Thorax Swordsmen, and Skirmishers were on their way back to the border.

At the border they were supposed to meet some Light Horse Cavalry who were to keep their flanks secure. Agathon had his unit stop near a high hill with a few trees on top. Here they made camp on top to keep a watchful eye out for rebels and those Gallic horsemen roaming the wild parts of the borders. On the hill Agathon sat on his stool with his unit around the fire. He contemplated the wilderness of this land which they had laying on the borders of Massalia. There were the violent Celto-Ligures, and Averni to the northwest, the Volcae to the west, and the Vocontii to the north. As a Captain of the Massaliot League Agathon felt it was his duty to keep the borders secure. This patrol went smoothly without any trouble save for a few arguments with farmers.

Even though he had patrolled these lands and fought against the various tribes Agathon still did not know much about these Gauls and Celts. These lands his ancestors came to in order to build a new colony for whichever Greek city state were still mysterious. He heard rumors of an island beyond the shores of this land, and to the far north tribes that dwell deep in dense forests that not even armies could withstand.

Agathon watched the fire die out as night grew darker and his men fell asleep. Long into the night he remained seated wondering what else were in these lands. His mission was to patrol the area yet the sense of adventure stirred inside him. Something in the dark caught his attention. Wary of the possible dangers he drew his sword ready to face whatever lurked in the dark.

"What do you want?" Agathon demanded.

"To be warm." answered a voice in the darkness.

"Then show yourself!" Agathon screamed at the top of his lungs.

"I cannot do that unless there is fire." the voice replied back.

"Men, men wake up we have an intruder!" He shouted trying to wake his men up. For some reason he did not hear anyone stir from their sleep.

"Your men cannot wake up Agathon." this voice said to him. It sounded like it was mocking him.

"Are you a Gaul?" He shouted.

"No, but I have been in these lands for many years. Long before these Gauls began their journey from the east." the voice said as though it was taunting him.

"What are you?" Agathon demanded.

"Give me warmth by the fire then you can see what I am." the voice replied.

Agathon dropped the sword and fumbled in the darkness to make the fire again. He could barely see a few burning pieces which he tried to use to burn grass, and smaller twigs with. Although he couldn't see his hands were able to find materials needed. After what seemed like an hour Agathon finally got the fire going. It started small then grew bigger as it became a campfire.

"There you have it a fire, warmth. Now tell who are you and what happened to my men?" Agathon demanded searching for his blade. His hand brushed against something sharp cutting his palm. He drew it to him holding it in pain. The Massalian Captain looked up at the flames. A tall cloaked figure stepped into the light of the flames. He saw its face or hood soaked in red blood and jaws full of teeth was munching on chunks of flesh. In its hands were limbs of a few men as it appeared, a leg, and an arm. Each limb dripped with blood as this figure grasped them. Agathon stared at it wide eyed and in horror. What was this creature in the fire light? His eyes studied it in horror noticing it had horns jutting out of the robes. The robed creature tossed a limb at him.

"There you go Agathon. That is what became of your men. My meal was delicious, and it always will be at night, and whilst the prey sleeps. Or do you call them victims?" The robed creature said starting to cackle at him.

"I....I ....you....you are one of those monsters I heard about as a child!" He screamed in fear of the creature. As a boy he heard stories of monsters in the hills who came out at night to feast on those you camped out near their territory.

"So what if I am? You are not going to be eaten count yourself lucky. However I thank you for the warm, warm fire. Ha ha ha ha ha!" The robed monster bellowed in a growling deep voice.

Agathon turned around and raced into the darkness. Fear gripped him so much that he lost his senses running off into the darkness. Agathon kept running around in circles, and zigzags only he could not see where he was going. In the dark he ran into something hard that knocked him unconscious. The impact with the hard object cracked his scalp open and made him bleed to death.

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