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Friday, August 28, 2020

The Guvmari Isles and Straight Intervention 601

 For a full hour they flew into the air of this "exotic" multi-terrain world the IGC recently discovered. One squadron of fourteen pilots flew their speeders. Squadron Leader Aibus MacAod kept trying to shake the tearful sounds of the mass pipes and drums his entire world of clansmen played upon his departure. He was selected among his brethren and peoples of his world to fly with the elites of the IGC this particular planet. All over the span of a few systems and one galaxy they fought the Order of the Beast, the Chaotic Surprise, and the Imperialist Gantronese Empire that expanded. Their presence was not clear on this one world. Five of his own squad members were born on a space station. Two came from the same moon, three came from the same system. As for the rest, they were royals, and nobles from different planets. One in particular had a dispute with his "brother". Amonis was his nickname. His story involves him becoming a Prince through adoption despite his lowborn-slave status. 

Amonis left only to return demanding his people to be freed after discovering the truth. Here he was with thirteen others flying on a mission. The only way his brother would free his people was that he flew on this mission then came back. Everyone thought that was a crazy and figured he was a nutcase. Aibus checked with his thirteen pilots to make sure they were all in. One of them was listening to music. Fighter Pilot Jessek Armene from the Moon of Ponteros had a bad habit of listening to some music. He always had something playing into his ear. Aibus had not time for that. He switched the shared inner com for the music to be shared with the whole squadron. It was a tactic used to embarrass aviators, and pilots alike in order to get them back in line. Emut the former caretaker of some motel guffawed. One time he had his number and enjoyed messing with him acting like a woman just to troll. Naginee started laughing out loud giving off the witch impression. Leah the Egg Girl from a college on an isolated continent tried to keep it together. As for the rest of them, Sveni, Finnsley, Barrow, Petricus, Magridusa, Tissin, Olladi, Runkins, and Lessien Hyles kept quiet until they could not hold it in. 


"Quiet, dammit, quiet! SHUT UP!" He commanded then everything was quiet. 

 "Good! I want all squad mates to form up on my wings" Aibus urged for his squadron to follow orders. 

"This here is the Guvmari Isles. It trails off from the peninsula you can make out in the distance." He informed them. 

"All we have to do is flying around and see what locals there are on this planet. Do not engage them in any way. If we do land just pray there is someone like Agovis or Nunjimi to pick us up." 


"What about the music he listened to? That was too bizarre and weird." one of them protested still on the musical subject. 

"Can it! Then you will just have to listen and enjoy it while your in your own little cockpits! Now keep your eyes peeled!" MacAod demanded from the squadron. 

They kept flying past the Guvmari islands and towards a large landmass up ahead. He squinted his eyes eyeing what he thought looked familiar. Forming up were thirty-one large ships shaped like thick daggers. From the sides flew smaller craft he thought looked like talons. Scores of these talon shaped fighters swarmed up on them. With little to no time to react all fourteen were taken down. Aibus prayed they would land in the ocean safely and be picked up by locals or by an ally. Relying on both of these ideas he let his craft crash into the water, which only knocked him out. MacAod woke up in a cell wet from the ocean. He did not know if he was in enemy hands or those of the enemy's clutches. Down the hall a door opened revealing daylight was still present. He had some hope of relief until several figures who look just like him came up to his cell. Two shorter ones, a Prince, and another figure clad in what appeared to be a pirate's black long coat from some other era fashioning a goatee. The others appeared to be a Champion-Knight, some Field Marshall, and a Crusader in gray armor. 

Sunday, August 16, 2020

Flag of Oramatra(Under Gantronese Control)

 

One of the many city-states that emerged in the Unknown Lands, Oramatra made itself open to trade. Like the cities along the coast this city prospered due to trade. Yet it still remains mysterious to the rest of the world. That is mainly due to its location along the uncivilized continent. From the time the Gantronese swept over their continent to the years of circa 1843-1845 of Erna's Age, Oramatra was under Imperial Gantronese rule. 

Saturday, August 8, 2020

Intervention 557 on Sanyth, Oturn

Enius the Elf Platoon Leader slapped the young cocky Cadet O'Legadus for inappropriately touching a female staff hired to help clean their ships. It had been a week since the last incident, and that one involved a half Orc grunt trooper and one of the kitchen staff. Discipline had to be restored from time to time. Enius proceeded with his own measures for restoring discipline, beating his ass into the floor. This little son of an elf Sorceress had little arcane powers in him. His family was one of many wealthy and powerful houses, which explained the arrogance. He decided to teach this boy a lesson in manners and discipline. After all they did not need his piloting skills at the moment. O'Legadus was done with the usual patrols, and Enius was going to another planet with his platoon of 26.

Their mission was to land on an archipelago somewhere along the coasts of a kingdom known as Sanyth. Sanyth was somewhere on the planet known as Oturn. There were more islands than continental land masses on this one planet making the ocean cover more of Oturn's mass. Their sources informed them of more than fifteen thousand platforms scattered all over the planet. None of these were made by the natives as the planet sadly had not sentient beings. Only wildlife, and marine life lived on this world. Enius had to take his platoon and seize a large platform near the archipelago. His platoon of 26 Elves loaded themselves on the gunship that was to take them down to the surface of Oturn. Once he was on the gunship the pilots charged up the engines and slowly lifted up from the loading platform. On board each cruiser of the IGC are two platforms, a loading platform and a landing platform. Their gunship launched from the loading one with only elite commandos as the cargo and nothing else save for extra weapons and ammo. 

From his seat Platoon Leader Enius had a window to look out from. Outside he saw those red fleshy octopus space leeches that lingered around. One of the nasty creatures latched itself on the gunship. If any got inside any sentient being that was not an animal were blood sack smoothies to them.  Blood consumers like the Epheropods of Galaxy 4 were distant cousins to these Cephalovampirus that were going extinct. He smiled when the engine thrusts came on. The bloodsucking creature did not last very long as the gunship sped towards Oturn. Enius watched Oturn grow in size as the gunship approached the planet. As they entered the atmosphere the gunship rocked upon entry. It took several minutes for them to reach the calmer skies. 

Their pilots did not hesitate to turn leftward to the very part of this archipelago they were supposed to land on. Enius spotted hundreds of these strange platforms dotting the archipelago of islands and islets. His only thoughts were on the mission of seizing one of these, and whether the CSO were here or someone else. At this time the IGC or Inner Galactic Coalition were in full conflict with the Chaotic Surprise Oligarchy, Order of the Beast, and a semi conflict with two other expanding empires. Drawing closer to the intended target made him nervous for some reason. He had a platoon of elites and no other back up until the main invasion force had assembled. As for knowledge of these natives not much was known other than trade, and culture. Oturn was divided into twelve or fifteen kingdoms that often fought among each other. 

Whatever the borders of the Sanyth Kingdom were he could tell from this height. Squinting his eyes he saw people walking about on the islands and around the platform they were to land on. Shaped liked a goblet this metallic structure stood at 47 stories tall. Dusk was approaching fast on this part of Oturn. His platoon's gunship went down to land. Landing when the enemy can see was never a good sign. This time the enemy appeared oblivious to this. Enius had his platoon prepare to show no mercy unless the hostile surrendered. Touching down the platoon jumped off the gunship. Enius was the last to jump and land on the top of this platform. Finding the door on the roof was no problem as they found a short tower that led to the interior. His platoon stormed the structure gunning down everything in their path. Zero platoon member stopped or even pondered as they progressed through the structure. Making their way down to each level made it feel like they were going underground. Enius shot every few floors as his platoon kept moving and missing the ones who hid from them. Non stop moving brought them to the bottom in twenty minutes of killing 114 hostiles inside this platform. 

Outside the structure they were met with the night sky and cowering thralls and captives forced to be on this island. He looked up at the night sky searching for a glimpse of the main invasion fleet. None of the ships could really be seen at night. The stars were out making it harder to see the lights of the ships unless they were moving. Platoon Leader Enius fired a flare gun in the night sky. His platoon unit watched it go up then burst into a red orange flare. Signalling the invasion fleet was their only hope of getting back to HQ as the gunship flew back to home base. In moments their entire invasion fleet appeared with enough fire power to take on an armada. 



Sunday, July 19, 2020

Dormany's Armies

He sat at a table along the wall. His choice for a beverage was a Dark Beer Ticker that went well with his current mood. It gave the still young Dormanian a better attitude about things. Inside the large tavern-inn he was in some competitions were held. That included wrestling, fist fights, dueling, drinking, darts, knife throwing, ring toss, tug of war, and "strength". Theodann Enkerrel enjoyed most of these games. Yet there was one competition he hated the most, the sex competition. His love interest indulged herself in the intercourse when ever they did not meet. There was also singing, and music all of which he would find soothing if there not so many men who became cry baby sore losers. Theodann did not mind that however he disliked how that people believed it was the only way one attracts a mate. Music was meant to be played for entertainment not for seduction. It seemed nice and appealing for one to show his love interest that he could play an instrument just for show. In his heart he believed that was a personal choice, and not dazzled by effing music. It was probably just him and others yet he chose to keep that thought to himself. At some point in Kyria he learned how to play just to shut an Elf up. For Theodann that did not happen for his whole life had been nothing but a war in the ranks of the Dragon Mercenaries. He was happy to be home again, and away from those Veerlanders, and other monstrosities the Dragon's Mercenaries had to fight off.

Whenever he came to a tavern with his troop of mercenaries he tried to drown out the news of music being played. Before a singer or bard that had their sweetheart interest at the front took stage he left. This time he wasn't going anywhere. While seeking an escape from the past nightmares of watching comrades die, and the constant struggle to find acceptance, and hard work he joined Dormany's military. Most enemies came from the shores of Veerland, Kashmanol, and the tundra or forests opposite the great lake they shared with the elf state of Derol, Lornav, and Ehkbullar.

Now he was a Recruitment Officer for the military. His old stomping grounds was ripe with plenty of raw recruits and draftees. It gave a hint of rejoice and some relieving revenge inside Theodann. Satisfied with this job he waited for the opportune moment. While he sat at the table for military personnel he witnessed 141 contestants get thrown into three piles outside the inn. Quite a pile up for a tournament. He thought to himself taking another drink. Thankfully the tournaments were held in a large space in the common area. All the losing contestants were thrown outside. One single sore loser got up at the same time as 53 others. Nothing but Jeers, mocking phrases, name calling, and laughter were sent after them.

Just sixty-six contestants lay unconscious on the cobble stone street of Murkford. The fifty-three contestants who got up just walked away in shame. As for the twenty other contestants, they rolled around in pain. One sore loser that got up drew a dagger from his baggy trousers. The very moment this sore loser reentered the common area wielding a weapon, Recruitment Officer Theodann Enkerel got up. As he stood up from his seat every one froze. Armed with nothing, but a baton cane Theodann found his first recruit. He proved to be too quick for the sore loser contestant. Theodann knocked the weapon from his hand then swung it rightward to catch the contestant across the face. In a quick maneuver he swung down on the shoulder blade forcing the contestant down. Now on their knees this sore loser was raw for recruitment. Theodann held his first recruit of the night with the baton crane bearing down on them.

Ignoring the eyes of the patrons, and employees Theodann took the first recruit to the recruiting barracks. He was not the only Recruitment Officer in the city of Murkford, Dormany. They brought in dead beats, who owe money, drunkards, gamblers, drug addicts, thieves, some outlaws, fanatics, and those sick bogeymen who preyed on children. Eighty Dormanian military Recruitment Officers teamed up for this job. For the next three weeks they rounded up raw recruits for the armed forces of Dormany. With the help from the police, sheriffs, and families they rounded up a divisions (legion) worth of recruits. While they prowled the streets and the country side they found drunkards, hit men, dead beats, gamblers, drug addicts, thieves, of all kinds, thugs, gangsters, squatters, outlaws, brawlers, cultists, and bogeymen. That gave them 11, 083 law breakers and nutcases for Murkford's contribution. While they were in the middle of scouring Murkford families came up to them with their screw ups, black sheep, squares, slackers, the outcasts, and the outsiders they never liked. Thanks to those families that gave them an additional 2, 851 along with more draftees. Before they marched them off all the killers, inmates, and convicts were handed over.

For Murkford's contribution to the armed forces a total of 18,457 were taken in. That still left Murkford 1,906,318 people within its limits. Whatever was going on beyond Lornav's borders was concerning. News of an invasion in Kashmanol caused more confusion than actual fear. It was usually the Orcs and such that invaded at times. To the far west the Drasdal States were still divided since their own rebellions, revolts and civil wars. Reports of a massive wave of off worlders overran Kashmanol's defenses. Many of those invaders were killed and halted. More waves of these invaders from the stars came down forcing some other invading faction called the Nazdar to rain bombs down all over Kashmanol. According to eyewitness accounts they flew what many believed to be metal bats or birds. Getting a closer looked revealed what they saw were actually aircraft bombers. Weapons in this world were becoming advanced in certain places. Through trading and deals a lot of states were acquiring advanced weapons for their own defenses. Dormany had the luck of the draw thanks to their geography. Ehkbullar the Dwarf nation had factories mass producing guns. This allowed them to keep all borders secured. Even the Elves took this opportunity to chip in. New weapons did not mean old ones had to go. In a state with 70 million each city could marshal a defensive army. Each city of Dormany used to be their own independent city-state.

Murkford had several enemies before the unification. It could field a considerable force. Just in case the need arose they had a defensive army. Murkford's Police force fielded 6,361 across the city. Sheriffs numbered 250 to maintain peace in the countryside. As for guards Murkford 11, 369 to protect the citizens while keeping the peace and maintaining order. For the dark of the night only 835 watchmen patrolled the streets the police could not get to. That was only for law enforcement and peace keeping. Also some 174 vigilantes helping out peeled off some pressure.

For an all out invasion or attack Murkford had 15,087 regular soldiers. In its reserves a total of 18,162 soldiers. Just in case the soldiers and law needed aid 18,480 civilians formed a militia plus 50,000 when the city faced a threat at its doorstep. Although times changed there was still some use for old professions. Rangers had about 189 prowling the surrounding area. Their Bowmen force showed 7,271 archers. Archery was a skill that needed plenty of training, good eyes, and practice. Murkford also witnessed warriors and elite fighters rise up to defend her. Some 55 Knights, and 314 warriors acted as commanding officers to the militias. As for volunteers about 39, 179 veterans and 2,540 citizens. That totaled 170,266 defenders. 

Friday, July 17, 2020

Gredaro the Wizard

Gredaro kept checking his laboratory. Some rat thing kept getting inside it every week for something. Inside he laboratory he checked the shelves, desks, tables, cabinets, tool cases, cupboards, and chests. Nothing seemed to be missing. He hoped his pupil Amerius did not break it or leave it outside somewhere. Rain poured down, hitting the tower roof. Although the boy was Grussian bastard born he was still loved by the noble who sired him. Using his alteration magic Gredaro illuminated the room to get a better look. Looking around his own laboratory Gredaro still did not see it. Yet he did find the rat that kept getting in. Little Goblin-Elf from Cydnam proved to be somewhat useless these days. His one job was cleaning out the vermin, and rodents inside the tower. Gredaro was about to shout for the Goblin when a loud banging came at the tower door. His hearing was enhanced over the years with help from experimenting.

The Wizard clambered down the ladders and staircases until he reached the main door. As Gredaro descended the tower the banging continued. He passed a few inhabitants who woke up groggily. Just a few were scared. His pupil Amerius, the Goblin-Elf Fytbak Magris, a dark elf maid named Icude Vozat, and a mage in training, Pasior poked their heads out of their rooms. He waved for them to go back to bed when the banging came again. Gredaro was fuming now as he descended to the main door. He wanted to fry whoever disrupted them this time of night in the outskirts of Oramatra. When he opened the door he found twelve Gantronese at the entrance.

"What do you want at this hour?" Gredaro demanded of the Gantronese.

"As an Officer of the Imperial Gantronese Forces I am authorized to send out warnings to all living outside city limits." the Gantronese said.

"What? We had permission from Oramatra's ruling governors themselves. Was there a take over?" Gredaro asked him knowing what was said in the Deed from Oramtra. 

"Under Gantronese jurisdiction no one is to live outside city limits. You have a week to move." this Officer informed Gredaro.

"Who orchestrated this? Was it that Prince, or was it the bimbo Priestess Heraxian?" Gredaro demanded.

"That is none of your business Wizard! The Vestrisians are just about to invade our empire in exactly 24 hours! Now get moving!" the Officer demanded.

"Leave? But, but this is our home, we've always lived in this tower! Master Gredaro do not let them move us please!" One of his pupils were almost in tears from hearing this news.

"Get your runts to shut up!" A Mulzaneen trooper barked.

"Hush my pupils hush go back to bed!" Gredaro commanded.

"You have three days to pack your belongings and leave for Oramatra. Good Night Wizard." the Gantronese sneered at them. The officer waved a hand and a soldier pulled Gredora's door closed.

Two days went by with no disturbance from the Gantronese authorities. Gredaro had a stern conversation with the Prince's sister Nimoa who urged him to comply. She had to convince him that Heraxian was no longer at the Prince's side. Oramatra's main Prince married a noble girl from Kilscar Orvain, another city-state under the thumb of these Gantronese. Gredaro had his pupils pack up what they could and placed all the bags and suitcases at the foot of the steps. This allowed him to contact a few other wizards he knew. Through a lost art in arcanism he was able to communicate with a few others when the Gantronese burst into his home. Gredaro had to cut the conversation short to deal with the Gantronese himself. Who else would have the nerve to burst into a Wizard's home like that? His ears picked up their boots, and yelling in that angry panicked language of theirs. Gredaro came to the stairs when he heard the Vestrisians began their invasion, and that all buildings outside the city had to be garrisoned for ambushes. That was fine by him, but what was not fine with Gredaro was one of his own pupils getting pushed down the spiral staircase.

Looking down he saw who it was, Amerius. What made things worse was a servant of theirs getting shot for getting in the way of the Gantronese soldiers. Gredaro, his assistant Fytbak Magris sent fireballs at the Gantronese who came up the stairs. As he levitated from the floor he glided down to meet the new enemy. During his descending glide he heard shooting from the jungles. Those Vestrisians he was warned about already began their invasion. He presumed it was an expedition sent by sea to launch an assault behind enemy lines. Upon exiting his home he found the Gantronese engaged with the invading Vestrisians. Gredaro realized who the true enemy was. 

Thursday, July 9, 2020

Intervention 555

Infiltration, Penetration, Sabotage, Deception, and Engagement are important parts of a military operation. Twelve Elite Operatives of the IGC wait for deployment on a covert operation. On board the troop drop ship fifteen Lamia worked separate from their counterparts. From the IGC Colossal Class Carrier "Egerus" twenty-seven Drop Ships departed for the world known as Reegvall XX. Currently under invasion by a small Gantronese armada Reegvall XX was a neutral planet full of trading hot spots. Their target was a waterfront to a large city called Gazeeb. This mission had to be pulled off in the dead of night. Leaving all the lights off drop ship Griffon 5538 soured just above some woods near the waterfront. Finding a clear area to land proved difficult due to the darkness of the night.

Captain of the Squad Dasis checked their mission. Somewhere in the waterfront was a Gantronese Overlord Admiral, and a Catward ally to the Gantronese. As this Gantronese Empire expanded like other empires across the universe they used races and individuals with knowledge for charters of entire systems. The Inner Galactic Alliance and Coalition sent them to capture both and collect as much data on one particular system. Dasis put away the data pad wondering what this system was that attracted such attention. Griffon 5538 landed in a clearing beside an abandoned homestead. Twelve Lamia got off the transport prepared to complete a mission. The three other commandos took positions around the transport ready to shoot anything. Dasis led the squad through the trees towards some docks. His assembled squad for this covert abduction was made up of the best his faction had to offer to the IGC. Brawlers turned to conscripted Champions, Expert Blades, Hunters turned to Sharpshooters, Bowmen turned to Marksmen, Warriors turned to Weapons, and Outlaws turned to reliable Shock Troopers. Male and Female Lamia made up this squad. Their names went through his mind as they slithered to the Waterfront. Napheus, Isocrelos, Kosorus, Thitios, Harphea, Nephise, Nesiphis, Thanosha, Kathesi, Ancaus, and Hespux were the male and female Lamia under his command during this mission. The other three were the female pilots, Sabosa, Aphosia, Apheris.

In the dark they drew closer to the targets. For them it was easy to spot a Gantronese frigate docked behind another ship on a landing pad that hovered above the water. Both space vessels appeared to be under guard by a battalion. Knowing how they operate this could be done in no time. What they did not count on was for a crew of pirates to be nearby. Isocrelous the outlaw was a hacker and robber who was tasked with data and scanning the area alongside Kathesi the Hunter (Poacher). Using his tech skills and her ability to track down targets they scanned the area using a scope attached to a screen that showed every person in the sites. It was in the night vision screen setting which made things easier. A total of 438 Catwards, Gantronese and other races guarded the two targets along with others. Both Gantronese and Catward high ranking figures were holding a meeting inside a hotel they secured.

Hardly any of the Reegvall natives could be seen in this part of the waterfront. Most places like this would be full of people. The Gantronese invasion scared people into hiding in their own homes. Seeing no civilians meant no collateral damage to report. Dasis would be up to his neck in court martial punishments if it happened again. His last one did not go as smoothly. Getting inside the hotel was easy in the dark. Just three guards had to be taken out in the shadows. Dasis' squad slipped inside the hotel in search of the Gantronese and the Catward. No shots were fired yet as they scoured each floor swiftly. All they had to was find a room or two under guard. On the sixth floor they found one of their rooms. Under guard by Gantrons and Samurai Oni the Gantronese target held a rank of Daimyo-War Boss of some sort. That did not matter to him or his squad, only their mission mattered. As one his squad attacked the guards, taking them out without warning. None of these guards saw this coming and died easy enough.

Without any hesitation Dasis' squad barged into the room and found their first target. In his robes the Gantronese VIP target was thrown in a body bag. Target number two was just upstairs. Using the stairs their snake like bodies progressed with little notice. Getting this one required a bit more brute force and surprise attack. In a quick maneuver they used flash grenades and rushed their next obstacles. They bulldozed through the blind guards who did not know what hit them until it was too late. As for the Catward target a small reptile creature jumped out the window of the room. It was one way the target could attract attention to their area. Throwing the Catward in a bag required some fighting. Forced to beat their target into the floor Dasis' squad attempted to get out the way they entered the hotel. Outside a skirmish sparked and transformed into a full-fledged shootout between the pirates, Gantronese and the Catward forces. Dasis led his squad through the darkness under fire. One of his Lamia fell dead as they exited the Waterfront area.

He wanted to grab the body, but was forced to leave it because ferocity of the fighting. Upon reaching their evac destination they witnessed the city erupt into rioting, gathered resistance, and mass protest to oust the invader peacefully. Protesting was a peaceful gesture to fight an occupier, however it would take more than that to even force a Gantronese army to move out. 

Saturday, July 4, 2020

4th of July

Getting out of the Tavern was an easy task this very night. Packed on a night of excitement the Silver Horse Tavern had one of those speakers from Boston come to read to them from a life changing document. Jedidiah Grove Jr. pushed and shoved his way out through the packed tavern. Men and women filled the space that was the common area. Tables, chairs, benches, and stools were placed in the storage to make room. As excited as the rest of the crowd was Jedidiah was not. His surname Grove wasn't exactly of Noble origin, but his father and grandfather worked hard to make their name worthy of title. In a letter from a late acquaintance who went deep into wild territories Jedidiah learned this whole colony would give birth to a new nation. This acquaintance said farewell and they were prayed for a swift death at the hands of a savage Indian.

A new nation sounded like a promising prospect. England was thousands of miles away across the Atlantic. It took entire weeks even full months just to reach either land mass. Such a voyage would make some sick to their gizzards. Jedidiah accidentally shoved his face into some dirty pillows. When he looked up the woman only winked at him letting him pass. He was a very good looking man for this time. Well fed, wealthy, stocky, and strong. As he muscled his way to the door the speaker got up on a set up stage. Everyone cheered, and hollered with excitement. One screamed in his ear. Shaking his head a little he managed to reach the door. Someone shoved a jug full of alcohol in his hand. They patted him on the back roughly. The blow almost knocked the air out of him. Others helped him out calling him Sir Grove, or Lord Junior.

Once outside Jedidiah Grove Jr. also known as "Killie" opened the free jug and took a few swigs of its contents. It took away the doubts and troubles from his mind.  His fear was that this new nation would strip away all titles calling men equal and there would be no more estates for the wealthy. It was to be handed over to the people. An idea that would scare his late father to the marrow. Jedidiah Killie had been to England twice, and London once. They never got to see the King like he wanted instead they meet and dined with an ancient Lord in Sussex. Jedidiah could have sworn he keeled over and the visit was cut short. Taking another swig he turned around to see a cloaked figure creeping around the Tavern. Looking at it he noticed its feet looked more pale, and more talon like. He looked at his jug wondering if the contents were this strong. Blinking a few times he called out to the cloaked figure who only waved him off revealing a claw instead of a hand. Worried about this creature Jedidiah yelled at the Tavern only to be drowned out by an uproar inside. Acting fast he pulled out a flintlock pistol and loads it as quickly as possible. When he had it primed and loaded Jedidiah aimed with a shaky hand and fired.

It caused a few people to scream inside only to be followed by cheers. Whatever this cloaked figure was it hissed with pain and slowly turned around. A few more figures emerged from the darkness. One group had regular boots and shoes while the other group had hooves, clove feet, talons, beastly feet, and feet of a lizard. When the monsters revealed their true nature Jedidiah threw his jug at one of them. He hit one of them taking one out of the fight. As both groups clashed he unsheathed a dagger and a tomahawk he was given by a friend who fought the Iroquois. Ready to kill anyone who went after him Jedidiah watched the fight progress then die down. Dozens lay on the ground lifeless. Next to him another figure emerged firing a pistol into the victorious group. When he looked he saw it was a redcoat officer with a few monstrosities as companions. It hit one of the victors and another shot hit the window of the Tavern. Unsure whether it hit an innocent or not he struck the officer with his tomahawk in the arm. He then jabbed the dagger into his throat. Startled by his sudden strike the others raced off into the dark of the woods. Jedidiah rushed to check on the victors who surrounded the one who got hit. He heard them speak in a different language. Curious he rudely pulled a hood down revealing a gold haired man with braids, clean shaven face, and pointed ears. 

Thursday, June 25, 2020

No Man's Jungle

Moving through the jungles along the base of the mountains Kimera carried his percussion rifle in his arms. On his back he carried the old Borvadosi flintlock rifle, the Dorntalla musket, a Grussian rifle and his quiver of arrows with the re-curve bow. Hanging from his belts he was heavily armed with five pistols some were revolvers, and the rest flintlocks. A curved machete-knife, hand claw, six throwing knives, a Baleen war club, and a long plug bayonet hung from his belt harness. Kimera's melee and secondary weapons lay underneath the leather poncho with his drinking flask, powder flask, and family sash. As a member of the Painpalmerze family Kimera was considered fit for a specialized profession, Panther Ranger.

Along the borders every family had to offer a child to serve Borvados in by any means. The Painpalmerze were part of the Kiigo Claw Clans, a clan grouping who trained all members to become rangers, elite hunters, and jungle warriors. Another clan grouping produced elite warriors alongside a few other clans in Borvados. In times of war every family is required to have one member in the family fight for Borvados. Kimera was sent into the jungles between Borvadosian borders and the dreaded mountains called the Galacho Zoxo Mountains. Ranger Kimera Plainpalmerze kept his gaze forward. He wanted to avoid looking at the Galacho Zoxo Mountains. When he was younger he ventured further into these jungles. It was an adventure with a group of friends that took them to the lowest peak. He did not remember the name of that mountain, which lay in the center of a mountain wall. This mountain range acted as a wall between Borvados and the Unknown Lands. What he will never forget was witnessing all his friends get torn to pieces and eaten by angry shadowy spirits. Images of smoke like wraiths taking bites out of his friends reemerged in his mind. Kimera had to shake his head a little to chase those memories away.

Kimera directed his focus on his assigned mission. Upon the orders of High Master Geregos Azel twelve Panther Rangers had to patrol these jungles. Kimera, and another veteran Ranger called Heina Borveeze were sent in with ten green Borvadosians who just graduated from the camp training. This was their first mission. Kimera showed them the paths he usually took when on patrol. Each path took them to an outpost, campsite, watchtower, and shrine. They all went back to the borders of Borvados. As for Heina she had to babysit two of them. Kimera found that amusing. After years of training and preparation they still needed help. He could not blame them. Something about these jungles between Borvados and the Mountains sent an ominous feeling down the spine. It scared most to the marrow, however the bravest could handle it. Brushing aside some branches he found a little statue with an ugly face. One of the Apahihi totems that dotted this whole region up to the central parts of Borvados. Tribesmen of the Apahihi went into hiding deep in the mountains after their ancestors claimed these lands.  In this age the usual predators of the jungles threatened children at play, hunters, and hikers or those who would get lost. Most of their trade came in by sea, the south, the east, and the north. Never did he see any merchants come from the west. If any foreigners came in from the west they were likely lost adventurers, Beastmen, Demons, feral tribesmen, exiles, renegade Uxane, monsters or the Lizardfolk.

Kimera ran into plenty of these foreigners, and outsiders who had to be killed. Most adventurers did not speak their language so some miscommunication resulted in conflict. He listened to the sounds of the jungle hoping to catch something else. Going past the statue the Ranger pressed deeper into the jungle in search of signs outsiders were here. He found the usual signs of animals the remnants of the Apahihi that remained untouched. There was also a small makeshift hut made by children who ventured inside for camping adventure. As he gripped his weapon he spotted something he never saw before. Hanging from a branch was a bright green half helm with a half skull painted on it. He turned it to find blood all over it. Kimera never saw this type of helmet. It had some type of glass over where the face would be. Presuming it acted as face protection he noticed it was crack and missing a few pieces. When he looked down he found what appeared to be an infantrymen dead in combat uniform similar to the helmet's color covered in blood. He found the dead man's tracks and followed them. Kimera came across Heina who wore a cloak with few weapons than he did. She had the blue sash of the Borveeze family. Behind her was the High Master's son, Gereg the incompetent. Behind him was another green Panther Ranger who covered their flank. She look up letting him join their group. As one the quartet followed the tracks to a clearing at the base of a mound.

In the clearing they found the aftermath of a bloodied skirmish between several different factions. Hunters smoke of hearing strange noises, however most of their countrymen did not believe them. Scores of bodies wore that bright green color as the one they found in the jungle. Dozens of other combatants wore red and green making them appear more like circus acrobats than soldiers on the ground. A third faction donned grayish uniforms. On the ground with the dead lay various other humanoids who looked more like monsters, and warlike beings on this world. Prowling around this clearing was a band of 46 different beings. Most he recognized as Goblins, Orcs, Humans, Elves, Troglodytes, and Lizardfolk. A handful of them were a spider like humanoid, a four armed red brute, tall skinny looking frog-reptile, and a multi-limb being with the appearance of an ant in a long tunic. With them were ten hostages, five pilots with the helmets and glass masks, a female shaman, a female adventurer in a wide brim hat, a young Uxane boy, an old Wizard, a young looking mage in a cloak, and a travelling martial artist from Dorntalla. Dorntallan Martial Fighters were no different from Zema Ilam except their hair was shorter. They wore loose martial arts temple uniforms.

Two more captives were dragged out of the jungles by a large Orc wielding a big blade. A Borvadosi Hunter, and Green Panther Ranger Aneesa Keddalee. Heina and Kimera looked at each other concerned with their brethren, and these captives. As Borvadosi they were concerned with the dangers that threatened their mother country's borders. Every threat had to be eliminated, and those who traveled through here had to be secured and safe. If it was for trade or traveling they would be allowed to return. As for those seeking adventure they would be sent on a ship promised never to come this way again. Devising a plan Kimera made sure all his guns were loaded. Although they were just four, attacking a large force from the jungles reduced their numbers. The landscape could be used to even the odds in their favor. Each one spread out to attack using their missile weapons then go for hit and run tactics. One at a time they targeted the band from different angles. Kimera shot from the trees until all his guns were empty. His fellow Rangers ran from tree to tree taking out more of them. When they used arrows The band started to figure it out. Four of them could shoot fire from their hands and began tossing it in the direction of Borvados. A few of them wielding guns blindly fired repeatedly into the jungle without reloading. Kimera killed two of them with an arrow. Three more went down with two or three arrows in them. They did not stop harassing them until only eight remained. All five of the pilots were beheaded or had their throats cut in response to their attacks.

Kimera loosed another arrow into the one leading the remnants then revealed himself. Heina loosed another arrow into another from the flank as they faced him. Two more went down with arrows forcing the rest to grow anxious. One of them dropped his weapons then ran off. Three against four and the new leader grabbed one of the women threatened to kill her if they did not yield. When that did not work he threatened to kill all the women still did not work. The huge Troglodyte looking humanoid grabbed the boy his hair and tossed him at Kimera who had to catch him. He dropped his bow and notched arrow forced to catch the boy. Without warning the Troglodyte charged at him with his spear only to be tripped by the martial artist who launched herself from the ground. Kimera put the boy down quickly and chunked a throwing knife at one of the other captors. The Troglodyte propped himself up and looked up to see Kimera charge him with his curved-machete that cut it down with one slash across the shoulder and chest. He went for the last one who dropped his weapons and made a run for it. An arrow hit the guard in the back taking him out of the fight. All four Borvadosians released the captives. Seeing no one else around they checked the foreigners who started to explain when a larger group emerged from the jungle. A company of 456 Orcs, Goblins, Troglodytes, Pig humanoids, wolfmen, beastmen, and other humanoids Kimera did not recognize showed themselves in the clearing. A pig with tusks mocked them, licked his lips and made crude motions. It laughed an oink like laugh before it signaled to go in for the kill.

Kimera looked at the captives, then at his Borvadosian brethren. He propped each captive up hoping to get them moving quickly. Stay here and they all die or worse. The Borvadosian Ranger urged the women to go on, take the boy and Wizard into the jungle behind him. Race on ahead and they would see a look out then head right towards a stone house. All of them agreed to this eager to get out. From the jungle emerged more groups of fighters. The first group was a band of thirty-two nude warriors pained in various colors. Armed with spears, war-clubs, and axes they charged the back ranks of the company regardless of the odds. On the left flank a force of thirty-five Knights, soldiers, explorers, Barbarians, and bowmen led by Uxane renegades let loose a volley before charging. From the right flank another group opened fire through the jungle. This groups volley sent nearly a hundred to their graves. A band of sixty-six pirates, and soldiers burst out of the jungle armed with swords, rifles, clubs, and pistols for clubs. Each soldier stood their ground to fire another volley. Drawn away from the Borvadosians and the captive the four hundred turned to fight their new attackers. Another group burst out of the jungle behind Kimera. Seventy-five armed outsiders in brimmed hats, helmets, different uniforms, and tribal clothing joined in with a volley. Kimera had to dive for the ground to avoid the volley. These newcomers just passed Heina, the two others and the captives. All except the wizard of course who greeted the new comers. Was he behind all this? Kimera blinked several times gazing at the Wizard when more of these monsters came out of the jungle. One Troglodyte crushed the skull of a soldier with a large rock. Kimera made a run for it as the rest joined the fray.

He raced through the jungle coming across individuals fighting each other. The pirates were there for their own accord same as the other groups. He did not stop to see who was who when he drew his weapons to cut down any outsider in his path. The Panther Ranger performed his duty in patrolling the area, now it was a fight to get home. Taking a few paths that lead back home he came across more fighting between smaller groups and duels. Like a desperate warrior he disrupted the skirmishes leaving one or two dead in his wake. He made more enemies this way, but he did not really think it would do much harm. Most of these factions fought each other in the jungles. Leaves hit him in the face, roots nearly tripped him and entire bushed blocked his path making him turn left or right. By the time he reached a marker it became dark. He could still here the fighting going on behind him. Exhausted Kimera looked up to see an outpost of Borvadosi sentries who held their guns at the ready. An officer welcomed him to rest in a tent. Doing what the outpost's officer said he found a tent as the rains came down on the jungle. 

Sunday, June 14, 2020

For Flag Day

This Union of different nations was just beginning, and she knew it. All seventeen members of this newly formed V.U.V.R. raised the same flag above their former national flags. Despite their differences, various cultures, races, societies, religions, and governments each member joined this Union of Republics. Starting with New Vattoram, Naatidra, Ezonel, and Zedarkhaad their ideology against enslaved peoples spread. It brought down Geverine's way of life. Engulfed Castaria in a revolution. This VUVR even pulled Gaskouth Ladai, Lheobethe together despite their past conflicts. Zegrav was also annexed along with Badraan, Kaniima, Nevkamuu, and Morgadra. The stubborn Borvadosi allowed themselves to become part of this Union fearing the Gantronese threat in the Unknown Lands along with other threats to their borders. Bisdolan was also dragged in, worried the Nazdar would grab hold. The last member to join was the Boathrian state that was supposed to be part the Boathrin Kingdom.

To newly promoted Captain Fatima Gahiib Al-Jabri this was a new era for her beloved Gaskouth Ladai. She looked up at the VUVR flag believing this unification would make their nations stronger. Together this newly formed union would become a world power. Although her family of the Jabri clan resented the Baedur Corsairs over past conflicts. They still had to make peace in the Vestrisian Union of the Vestrisian Republics. United under one flag all citizens would be free of enslavement, oppression, restrictions, betrayal by landlords, and the influences that could undermine their natural rights. On the brownish grass mixed with sand, rocks, and cracking soil she looked out at Zekmar. Just on the border their forces prepared to invade the Gantronese territory alongside thousands of Zema Ilam allies who seek liberation of their homeland. Her father warned her not to trust the green grass treading Zema Ilam who once ruled over vast swaths of territory like an empire. She only scoffed at her father's ideals to herself looking a future that brought unity, stability, peace, security by force if need be, and now restoration of homelands.

On the border of VUVR Gaskouth Ladai, and Gantronese Zekmar Vestrisian forces in this area had close to 1,157 or more. Made up of Gaskouth Ladai tribesmen, warriors, Baedur Corsairs, volunteers, soldiers, and Zema Ilam the invasion force prepared the assault. In this area called Zabhba the battalion stared at a Gantronese battalion of what must be 1,127 or so Gantronese soldiers. These invaders came down from the stars with weapons and technology the Calornese managed to copy with outside help. Taking in a deep breath Captain Al-Jabri sought to make her clan and house proud. At her hip hung the tribal sword of Al-Jabri the Cobra, the founder of her house and clan. The wind blew in their faces as they awaited the signal to attack. She looked up at their flag once more. On a field of blue the gold anvil sat with a crossed sword, and wrench. From the top of the anvil was a pitch fork, and from the bottom stuck out the pick-ax. It flapped in the wind sending a good omen their aircraft were not far behind.

As the wind blew around them sounds of a thousand engines could be heard in the air. All their heads looked up to see squadrons of aircraft fly towards Zekmar to unleash their bombs on the enemy. Before their land assault the enemy positions had to be bombed to soften the resistance. Her eyes watched in wonder, the very scene of their bombers dropping justice upon these alien invaders. When the last bombs fell on their targets whistles blew all over the field. That was the signal for their assault to begin. unsheathing the cobra sword Fatima grabbed the flag pole and charged with her fellow countrymen.

Happy Flag Day.