What was in my Attic? Life Story?

There is something about my attic that I remember. Back when I was just growing up I remember my mom and dad telling us not to enter the attic. I grew up with two older siblings who were also told this. For nearly four years we were told not to go into that attic. One day remember seeing my mother enter the attic with a plate of food. She was talking to something or was it someone? Could it have been some creature that got lost and decided to reside in our house? Was it an ugly grotesque looking thing that no one wanted to see? What did it look like I asked myself at times when I remember it. There was something in my attic I know it.


Years later when I was eight, seven or nine years at the time I recall my sister and I went up to that attic. Her very words were "It's gone, it's no longer here." Whatever it was I doubt it left on its own. I remember rushing up the stairs and stabbing something. Well that could be a dream. Some time later I asked my mother if I could go into the attic. She always said no whenever I asked. There were times I would knock on it or unlocked it just to be a little shit. That very day I went up to that attic. I opened the door and found nothing was inside that attic. Nothing but old toys and boxed up things were in that attic.

Discarded Commando Part 43

Toberis led them through the alleys of the city to avoid the authorities. Since they knew what lurked in the dark shadows of the streets Maurice's party were uneasy. Their new friend's detours made them fear where he might lead them. Maurice could not help, but look up at the ceiling or up at the walls of each passage they went through. Some passages had creatures scurrying about such as rats, spiders, snakes, roaches, beetles, and other bugs. On the ceiling were bats that frightened easily in a couple of the passages. In at least one were the creatures that ate corpses lurking along the walls and in the ruins of flanking buildings. To Maurice it appeared that they would not find the Vestrisians this way until they came to a busy street nearly packed with people of Khasungai. With Toberis in the lead they entered the street through a hole in the wall of an abandoned building. Each of them were covered in webs, bat droppings, and had a few critters crawling all over them. Maurice held himself back from swatting Toberis.

Brittany was trying her best not to lose it as Hilastes had to hold her back from attacking Toberis. If she did their cover would be blown and the city guards would be on their tails. Wearing cloaks in a city like Khasungai would still draw attention if there were not others wearing similar cloaks like theirs. Toberis looked around as if searching for something or someone inside this particular street. He took his time making glances, studying certain individuals, and watching a few of them from where he stood. Maurice wanted to be covert about this and not draw attention, but failed to mention it before.

His focus rested on several figures who stuck out among a group of hooded figures. One of them looked in his direction forcing him to turn away to see more hooded figures among the crows. Seeing more cloaked figures gave him a sense of hope about their current situation with the Khasungai Guards. Even if the guards were looking for them they would have a difficult time figuring it out. In his mind Maurice was sure the guards were hunting them down because of what happened all over the streets of this city. Not long after his glance with one of the figures that stood out Toberis nudged Maurice and Hilastes. He pointed out one of the figures in a cloak Maurice recognized. Acting quickly they moved towards this figure who was loading a basket with some items.

None of them paid any attention to the others in the crowds as they pressed towards this one figure. More than a dozen hooded figures and others who were non Khasungai, basically outsiders, and foreigners, blocked their path. One of them in the middle quickly asked who they were. Maurice stepped forward revealing his name in Vestrisian. Each one of the hooded figures backed off save for the leader who approached him and his companions. Maurice realized it was non other than Lieutenant Zomere. He embraced the Lieutenant who embraced him back. She looked at him noticing something had gone horribly wrong. Not hesitating Maurice told her what happened and urged for her to get going

One of his men was hurt, and the remaining gangs were killed. Zomere turned and barked out some orders to the other hooded figures. These figures obeyed leaving her and the commando's party in the streets among the crowds of Khasungai. Zomere pulled him whispering in his ear. Maurice was to go back gather his party and leave this city. He and his unit were to meet her at the large head outside the city.

The Vestrisians parted ways as Maurice raced back into the passages through the city with his small party racing after him. He ignored all the creatures and dregs that lurked in the walls, and cracks. It did not take them long to reach their dwelling discovering the corpses were being eaten up and dragged away by the corpse eaters of Khasungai. Their presence drew no attention from the creatures, which allowed them to gather everything they needed for travel. Toberis and Minerva left them for their own dwelling. Hilastes loaded the wounded Eyanosa on his mount before they headed out of the temporary dwelling.

Out of the alley a former ally had led them to Maurice's party entered the streets wearing cloaks and their mounts covered in large blankets. They slogged through the streets of Khasungai trying not to appear too suspicious or draw attention. When they came to the gate the guards stopped them for a few moments just to study them for a few moments before letting them pass through. All eyes were on these covered, and cloaked figures leaving the city. Maurice could almost feel the glares and stares of the guards as he led his company out of the city. He had his company go at the same slow pace to avoid any more suspicions. It took them nearly an hour before they reached the large head.

At this large head were no more than fifty warriors waiting for someone. More than half of them had their own mounts loaded with belongings and several pack mules for hauling extra supplies. Maurice pulled back his hood to study these fifty figures who appeared to be made up of Uxane warriors, trackers, prowlers, Dark elves clothed in Gantronese uniforms and armor, several orcs, Grussians, Eothans, and various other humanoids who would easily be mistaken for bandits, and goons. He approached them with his hands raised as a sign that he meant no harm. The uniforms of the orcs, and humanoids caught his attention. Every one of these particular figures either wore the badges of Maphai's mercenary or the Nevoran Federation's Ex military exiles. Seeing this Maurice took out the radio Maphai gave him hoping they would believe him to be a friend. One of the orcs saw this and confronted him. He snatched the commando's hand attempting to real him in. Before the confrontation could progress Lieutenant Zomere and their two new friends butted in. The trio forced the orc to stand down. Confused the Lieutenant turned to Zomere demanding if these warriors were on their side. Zomere nodded yes to him and requested for the radio. Maurice handed it to her without much hesitation. She switched it on to get in contact with whoever she was trying to contact. Zomere took several tries before she got a signal. One of the Vestrisian's from the fort emerged over the radio. Zomere informed the Vestrisian they made contact with Lieutenant Maurice Viyamor before she was cut off and ordered to hand it over to the commando.

The Major's voice came on the radio ordering for the Lieutenants, and their new found allies to get a move onto Oceanrest Var. Two of their parties came under attack by Caligari's goons and gunslingers. A handful of their people died as well as the attackers. Several more Vestrisians did find the fort encouraging more structures to be built for garrisoning the fort. He did not give many details as to how many were killed. He informed the Lieutenants that each goon's corpse was sent to the Caligari Syndicate with help from neighboring tribes who often traded in that area. Taking the Major's commands obediently the Lieutenants barked out orders for their large party to move on down the road. Introductions would have to wait on the road. Somehow Maurice had a feeling in his gut that many of their new friends could die very soon. Zomere and Maurice looked at each other in the eyes. Maurice warned her what lay in the lake that flanked the road towards Oceanrest Var. She told him they would not be taking that route. Zomere offered him a cooperative share of power since they both held the rank of Lieutenant, which Maurice agreed to go with. He allowed Zomere command, which she immediately used to turn their entire convoy around back towards the city. Only they veered off the road into the woods. She had their Uxane lead the party on a trail blazing path through these trees that surrounded the city-state.

In the woods and jungle they found more corpses of Gantronese and other invaders hanging on trees, and rotting on the earth. Their weapons still lying on the ground, belts, and packs still partially full of supplies and ammunition. Numerous members of Zomere's contacts picked up the more useful weapons and grabbed whatever ammunition was left. His own unit did the same while he checked on Eyanosa every now and then. His Uxane friend and soldier was faring quite well for someone who was shot in the leg. Minerva's magic stopped the bleeding for a while but it came back in slow flows. They were forced to stop at the edges of the forest and swamp-marsh. Zomere requested one of their allies and a medic, private Gorbovich to tend to Eyanosa's wound. Not wanting the Tuxir's cries of pain to draw attention they put a piece of leather in his mouth and held him down. Private Gorbovich used his equipment to get the bullet out quickly even though it had been in his leg for hours. Maurice took a moment to check out the steeds of their new friends. Half the steeds were large cats like their own, some were beasts he had never seen that appeared like large lizards that could run on their haunches. The rest looked more like the creatures he saw Steele-Oakley and his own men ride to the fort with them. As he checked out the outlandish steeds something in the marshes caught his gaze. He ignored forcing his attention on the strange mounts his new allies rode. The orcs and humanoids heckled him over his curiosity. Mauric only smiled feeling like he made some new friends. Whatever caught his attention caught theirs as well. Hilastes and Amonif came to his side to see what the commotion was about.

On the other side of a series of body water that was mixture of a bog, lake, and a still river they saw a large grouping of tribesmen. Whether they were the ones Maphai spoke of he could not tell. These tribesmen were jumping, hollering, banging drums, wielding torches and screaming strange chants. In their captivity appeared to be a woman or two. Each one was bound in ropes and sticks in an uncomfortable position for mating. Ideas that these may be offerings of some kind of sacrifices entered his head. One of the orcs looked through a pair of binoculars. He chuckled before handing them over to Maurice and his Unseen Bears who immediately checked out the scene. Nine women, and more than a dozen men were held captive as some sacrifice. Maurice wanted to act quickly until he spotted tattoos of the Caligari syndicate, symbols of their gunslingers, and untrustworthy, cut throat pirates. Whatever fate was going to befall these souls Maurice did not care. For these were the ones responsible for the troubling violence caused in Khasungai. He watched for a while as the tribesmen carried their victims over to what looked like a flat surface of stone in the shape of a lily pad. Each sacrifice was placed on the lily pad like an offering would be placed at an altar of worship. The tribesmen beat their drums savagely while some made noises of a toad using wooded figures and carved wood. For an hour the ceremony lasted until something came out of the marshy waters. It was followed by another, and another toad, and frog looking creature larger than a fat human. Maurice put down the binoculars moments before this sacrifice began its first course or round of debauchery.

Flag Designs.

I will be improving designs of the flags I have created. They may not be the best flags right now but I have been searching for new flag creators.

Flag of Kilscar Orvain

What is in the snow?

Between the city and the mountains lay the vast forests and countryside of Omeaque territory. The Omeaque Territory lay far in the north along the slopes and base of the long mountain ranges. Anyone who lives in the settlements south of this area avoid it at all costs. Only a few have ever ventured into the land that is covered in snow for months on end, but never return. Rumors and tall tales of monsters lurking in this land. All the inhabitants to the south ever see coming out are wild animals. Such tales were dismissed as myths created to keep children away from the territory. Despite all those tales and the few never coming back people spread word of huntsmen, and explorers coming in from the west and the south to enter the territory.


One veteran chose to buy a cottage that lay right on the borders of the Omeaque territory. He had friends in the infantry who were natives from certain tribes that often hunted in this area. They warned him about moving to anywhere near that area. Divorced, the black sheep, a veteran, and some how wealthy thanks to an aunt who kept in touch Ethlando Aradonson drove his jeep up the road up to his new home ten to twenty miles away from the nearest settlement. Two weeks after moving he decided to get a fox as a pet. He named it Maurice as commemoration to a comrade who was missing in the Unknown Lands. Ethlando had no doubt his brothers n arms lay dead, resting in peace after a long conflict. Victory was achieved just three years ago and some resemblance of peace swept across the globe. No invaders, any vast hordes, or any crazy massive cults trying to take over.


The drive was easy until he came upon the rocky parts that were the bumpiest in the road. His jeep rattled and almost jumped in the air. He smiled feeling he vibrations and seeing home just ahead. Ethlando turned to his fox.


"It is another day back home from the village again isn't it Maurice?" He said to the fox who looked at him with a bemused look. Ethlando cracked up and rubbed the foxes head who made its little whine. It was not a whine that meant he hurt his fox, but the usual noise of a fox.


Ehtlando came to a stop at his new cottage that he purchased right next to some woods. He installed a fence connected to the structure for the fox to play in and sleep outside. The veteran often let his fox inside the house when temperatures got lethally cold even for a fox. Living alone had both positives and negatives in life. At least he did not live too far away from a settlement. Wasting no time Ethlando turned off the vehicle let Maurice out and gathered up the groceries. The door stood locked with a warning sign hanging over the door. The veteran removed the sign and unlocked the door. He entered his own little home that had three rooms and two bathrooms that must have been made by a Dwarf or Mechanic from the Tank Brigades. As he put groceries away Maurice scurried all over the cottage like he had been waiting to see home again for months.


"Home again eh buddy?" He said the fox who was too busy running about happy to be home again.


While his pet fox leapt from chair to couch Ethlando made himself some hot chocolate. He looked out the window with a view of the snow just now falling down. He recalled the butcher telling him it would be cold this winter meaning he'd better be ready for lethal dose of winter's kiss. That butcher was a fat brown skinned goblin with a hint of human beige as well was always friendly to him. From time to time Ethlando would shoot a stray animal from a ranch or deer then bring it over to the butcher. He mostly killed pigs, or cattle that got lost. Outside the window stood a small patch of trees standing close to the woods. The stove was left heating the water allowing him to go to the furnace and put new fuel, wood to heat up his home. He returned to the stove when he saw something big standing in front his window.


Just a big mass of stone colored flesh standing in the window. Ethlando did not see the face nor did he really want to. Acting fast he snatched up his old bolt action rifle, loaded it and prepared himself to go outside. He was used to dangers, he fought for ten years as a soldier.


"You can handle this Ethlando, you fought those invaders." He said to himself as he cautiously made his way to the door still wearing his boots, and winter clothing.


Ethlando slowly opened the door and exited his cottage hoping his fox would not follow. Outside he crept along the wall towards where this thing was. At his window stood a large fat gray looking creature with an ugly head and covered in moss, mud and snow. He raised his rifle taking careful aim at whatever this thing was. In moments he had this creature in his line of fire when something else approached him from his flanks. Ethlando paused lowered his rifle a little and turned to see two more large gray monsters staring at him with black eyes, hunched necks, loincloths, and wielding clubs. As a veteran he proved tough fighting off rogues, bandits, and drunks at bars. Yet these might do him in. Taking swift action he tried to turn his rifle and shoot, but the large beasts grabbed him. They threw him up in the air causing him to shoot. His bullet nearly hit one of them causing more anger than there was before. They caught him then slammed his body into the wall hard. It knocked the wind out of him. Ethlando managed to hit one of them with the butt of his rifle. He struck one in the eye just as he felt his adrenaline kick in giving him more energy to haul ass and rush back to the safety of his cottage and truck.


When he got to his jeep Ethlando opened the door in search of his trusty flare gun. His hands rummaged allover the back of his truck as the adrenaline blinded him. Grabbing what felt like a gun handle Ethlando whirled around and fired the flare he always had loaded. He watched with hope as the flare exploded in the air. His focus returned to the trio of monsters coming towards him. What were these monsters? He asked himself as he went for an actual weapon. Feeling something long Ethlando pulled out a spear and threw it at his pursuers. He always enjoyed hunting the old fashioned way. The spear struck one of the beasts only forcing them to charge him. He jumped in the jeep slamming the door moments before the trio of monsters rammed into the vehicle. All he saw was the world spiraling before his eyes as his jeep was nearly catapulted and made to spin a few times. In his mind he prayed to the Elf Goddess his Fox was safe, his wife would forgive him, his children would love their father again, and his own family would see him as a son again.


Everything went black as he lay crushed and nearly freezing inside his toppled jeep. Some hours later he heard dogs, and shouting followed by a few vehicles. He regained consciousness when the door to the jeep was ripped off by a huge orc in winter clothing.


"I found him!" The orc yelled to someone. A woman he barely recognized came up to the jeep. She made a shocked, horrified, yet relieved expression forcing her to cover her mouth and look away.


"Mrs. Aranonson is this him?" The big orc asked the woman. She was dressed in thick wintery clothing one would buy in a big city.


"Yes." She said in a small voice that was holding back tears.


"Get him out of there quickly." commanded a voice full of authority. Ethlando closed his eyes appearing to black out again. He felt arms pull him out of the jeep and place him carefully one what felt like a bed. Someone came up to question him as he sat him with his eyes wide open. He ignored this idiot to search for Maurice who had been let out of the cottage by a man he recognized. The fox raced up to him and jumped on his legs whimpering and crying. Ethlando rubbed its head as a native looking man nabbed the fox and held it like a father would do a child. He turned to the interviewer and asked.


"What is in the snow?"

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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.