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Space Knight.

Joe Thammasoth

Copyright © 2017 by Joe Thammasoth.

ISBN: Softcover 978-1-5434-1590-2 eBook 978-1-5434-1591-9

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Contents

Greygoose Trilogy Prologue: Thieves in The Night

Chapter # 1 Child of Shithamma

Chapter # 2 Enslaved to the Collosium

Chapter # 3 The price for Freedom

Chapter # 4 The simple mind of a care free child

Chapter # 5 The Vampire Caberet

Chapter # 6 The Capital of Gorum Mount Mundore, the orgin of Vampires

Chapter # 7 Heat

Chapter # 8 The Great Escape form the Dragon’s Horde

Chapter # 9 Mugspewter Brothers, the heroes of Mount Tragga

Chapter # 10 The Jackpot Threesome

Chapter # 11 My First Love

Chapter # 12 School of Rock

Chapter # 13 Ocean of Hearts

Chapter # 14 Purgatory-66

Chapter # 15 Battle Ball Love, Game, Competition

Chapter # 16 The first sighting of the Mothership of Purgatory

Chapter # 17 The ing in Tragga

Chapter # 18 The extermination of Gorum

Chapter # 19 The invasion on Grammel, Draconian aid give us power

Chapter # 20 Preperations for the mothership

Chapter # 21 The birth of William Pickpockett Sithamma

Space Knight: Nexus of Evil

Chapter # 2 The possessed puppetmaker

Chapter # 3 Illegal Vampire Racketeering

Chapter # 4 The Squalors of Gorum

Chapter # 5 Rin-Tin Investigation: The Honeymoon in Rin-Tin

Chapter # 6 Ra’ Shora and the Aqurian War

Chapter # 7 The Investigation of Fuji-Hills

Chapter # 8 Dark Priest Bennedict and his Racketeering Business

Chapter # 9 Purgatory-66

Chapter # 10 Final Battle in the Spaceport of Omega Halo 7

Chapter # 11 Digital Zion, Drifter from the Astral Plaine into the data bank

Greygoose Trilogy Prologue: Thieves in The Night

A hundred eyes illuminate the castle cathedral, the citadel of Mount Mundore. The yellow eyes behind their cloaks was like a pack of wolves in the tavern’s district. “The mug of alms”. Be the drunkard’s district for entertainment and events. Loud festivals or opera musical echo through the everwinter night in the vampire’s kingdom. Lanterns illuminate the cobbled stoned roads and people of all races walked in elaborate costumes of monsters, witches and pirates clothes. The hundred cloaked rogues stood two miles from Mount Mundore. The undead fortress be filled with vampires, werewolves, imps, goblins, mummies and other creatures from the nether plains. Gorum’s rule over the living races has brought stability for centuries, but, due to their new leader count Magnus Sifth Mundore the hundred thousanth vampire to ascend the throne from his father and grandfathers. Gorrum’s rule over the living races has brought stability for centuries, but due to their new leader Count Magnus SifthMundore. The hundred thousandth vampire to slay his fore father and trap his vampiric soul into the giant Greatsword Vu’shok, the giant great sword is the heart and protector of the kingdom of Silf Mundore. The giant Greatsword housed the lineage of mundore; the sword housed the lineage of Mundore and the sword ate souls of the living to sustain its supernatural powers and Mundore’s sole strength against the other kingdoms within the area. A neighboring princess was about enjoying herself and a flying sentry kidnapped the mischievous princess about frolicking with her servent. A flying sentry kidnapped the mischievous princess about frolicking with her band of tree Nymphs under the intoxication of reefer. A band of rogues tumbled and fliped over rooftops all along Gorrum’s drinking district. A group of romantics were shoved off a roof kissing and embracing eachother in the bustling night. “Aweeew! Watch out below!” yelled a falling couple. The couple ripped through the vendor’s tent selling watermelons. “By Valisha. What in heavens name are ye two doin, ye playing on top o’ ye uncle’s tavern. Damn boisterious teenager ruming about like rats in a cellar.”

Said the watermelon vendor. The rogues climbed and flipped each other over taller building using their hands as trampalines as they swung on ropes and grappling hooks. The hundred squadron of rogues with their yellow magical eyes of gold, imbued by spell craft that allowed the rogue to spot gold through pouches, satchels, crates and treasure chests. The rogues flipped through windows in silence and snuck around swiping gold from jewelry boxes and draws while pedestrians slept in the festival’s wake. The rogues came about a mile to the outer castle’s wall. Snow drizzled down like blown dandellions in the night. In the silentnight away from the loud drums and horns of the festival. The rogues devised a plan to sneak and steal the princess of Swift Gloom from captivity. Three men took off their enchanted cloaks camouflaged from the power of the Eyes of gold’s magic. “Iam going to scout the inner quarters in bird’s form. We need to split up the party and scour the inner sanctum for the princess, she is elven so she radiates with an Elven pine scent that tree Nymphs give off. When you pick up her scent, send me a physcic response to follow, understand?” Said Alabaster Shifthand with the oval face and round cheeks that made the handsome man look like a bloodhound. “Understood Alabaster Shifthand.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot the second in command. His slender face and sharp cheek bones gave the handsome man a young elegent face. “I say we tunnel underground through the cellars, the top surface is filled with sentry minotaurs and ogres. The catacombs underneath is where the prisoners are held. The surface is filled with necromancers and conjurers from the neather planes. We need not warrant quarry with any spell casters, all the jailers are dead. The only catch is there are bobbie traps at every quadrant of the cellar.” Said the tanned orient man from the eastern jungles. “Underground cellar it is lad, how much did you spend for the map?” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “I nabbed it in one the two story manors near the bar’s district.” Said Greygoose. “Alright lets go.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot.

They searched a service lift that was used to bring prisoners in and out of the dungeon. A wooden lever and a chain pullie was used to activate the platform bringing the elevator up. “Alright this location is West of the castle, Mount Mundore kept secret lifts like these to keep infamous offenders hidden from the public eyes.” Said Alabaster whispering while his eyes illuminated the night. “Like the former captain guard of the Vitility Heart’s soldiers, Lance Tomberson, him Greygoose?” Said Nevel Nimblefoot keeping his voice low. “Yeah, he aided us in the inquizition of a renegade rogue phantom thief. Yeah, sir Nevel you Sir Toran Pickpocket. Possed by the god of thieves and aided a different sect of thieves. He was trying to destroy the brotherhood of rogues by planting a mage’s Planetary Plain’s shifter. A damn magical bomb in stupid folk’s lingo. We battled him underneath the city’s sewers where our homebase is stationed”. Said Greygoose. “Yeah he kestered the bomb in his anus and when he planted the Plain’s Shifter it had his feces all over it. He was being tracked by Gorum mages whom served under Mundore’s king Silf. We slayed pickpocket and the mages, lost over a hundred good rogues. Yup good times explosions and bodies, a life for a real rogue.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. The elevator lift twenty feet by ten feet clinking like tamberines, the chains rattled like bells jingling at Gorum’s holliday festival where gifts and kisses where given to celebrate the death of a vampirelord and his successor. His son whom now possess Vu’Shok was in celebration. The smelly moldie mossbuild up on the side of a wooden platform smelled like a swampy marsh filled with mushrooms and fungai, swamp abominations bathing in a creek filled with swampy hogs like wet dog. The rogues covered their eyes so they reeked of urine, feces, and methiane deposits. The rogues covered their eyes so their eyes could not be seen in the dark. The dungeon was torchlit so the catacombs was dim-lit. Flames kept snapping, while the catacombs layed in darkness barely visible like a Dark Elf’s Sanctum. Pillars surrounded the dungeons symmetrical structure filled with odd angles and platforms. The rogues slowly crept forward sneaking in caution toward the center of the dungeon. The ceiling was tall like ahundred feet into the subturrainin crypt, making the ceiling invisible to the human’s eyes.

“Click.” “Click.” “Swoosh.” “Swoosh.” Arrows flutter like a blizzard, whistling death to “The Eyes of Gold”. They duck in unison as two invisible rogues whom set the traps stood as arrows constanly volley like a sickle blade decapitating the two rogues. Blood flew as their heads flipped like tumbling stones. The rogues battle trained reflexes taught by constant evasive manauvers. From stone throwing masters whom gradually change to bolts, dirks and daggers taught from throwing masters whom taught the rogues to be masters at dodgeing. It taught uncanny sight at movement before impact or injury, this made the rogues always quick witted at combat and dodging objects. The rogues squatted and duck walked underneath the pendulum volley of arrows. A battalion of mummified undead, weilding double schimitars charged the unseen rogues. The rogues dispersed and scaled the pillars like ants or spiders running vertical along the pillars. The rogues have magical sticky fingersthat allow them to climb or walk on surfaces of walls. The undead eightfeet tall mummies and zombies scour the grounds. A flying sentry herpie flown by a pillar filled with rogues like a breadstick covered in ants, the herpies smelled the rogues like a flying dog smelling human meat. An invisible force leaped across the pillar like a lemer and cut the herpie in half sending the bird’s humanoid torso and wings flipping like dolphins in the stream North of Gorum’s frosty lands. The rogue then grabbed onto his ally’s arm for hoisting him onto solid ground. The Herpies attacked like ducks in a V- formation, screaming sonic booms that bell tome in the catacombs. Ingorum’s frozen wasteland. The pillars explode sending stone flying like frozen hail in gorum’s frozen wasteland. The rogues fire volley of explosive bolts from their standard handsized crossbows attached to their wrists, that the rogues of “The Eyes of Gold” contained. The fireworks explode in anansomble of fire flies like a thousand volcanos erupting in the strange place. A pillar that housed some of the rogues was being chopped down like timbering lumber from the herpies lumberjack’s. “Damn Greygoose!” “Leap towards the pillar across from us and catch a comrade in arms, find stability footing and defend the pillars from the mummies chopping the pillars down. Move damn it. Move!” Commanded Greygoose the thirdin command. The spider monkey like rogues swing on each other like apes in the jungle on tree vines. They run vertically downward on the pillars with their spider like legs and fire explosive bolts at the mummies and zombies pushing on the pillar. The scene was horrifying to hear the screams of herpies whom sounded like giant

crows. The zombies in the catacombs were screaming and howling like Jackals. The rogues summersaulted in flipping formations like avalanching boulders. The rogues landed on top of giant mummies stabbing and hacking heads like dicing canalopes. The smell of undead blood reeked of sour rancid cow’s milk rotting in the sun’s heat. The dungeon became a pit filled with zombie blood and undead entrails. Two pillars remained with glowing yellow eyes with fiftyrogues on one pillar. Twenty five on the other and twenty three on the grounds. The flying V formations of human bird like creatures spit shockwaves sending stone fragments spilling to the ground. “What are we going to do Shifthand. At this rate, this pillar will fall to the stone!” Said Nevel Nimblefoot a feet below Alabaster. “Worry not. When these winged banshees fly within range we will sprawl on them. Rogues give ear, when they fly in leaping distance leap on the banshees and mount the banshees then have them fire their destructive scowl onto the other herpies. Within ten strides, is that clear rogues!” Yelled Albaster Shifthand. “Yes sir!” Yelled the rogue battalion. The herpies came and spreaded in a semi circle. the rogue flipped forward then mounted the winged herpies. The winged herpies bucked like floating peguses in the catacombs air, circling the pillars. The winged creatures were mounted and a gust of Sonic energy decimated a group of herpies into a bundle ofbodyparts, falling like diced cellory. The rogues flew in Ariel formation and circled around obliterating scores of herpies and undead giants in a circle. The herpie riders were looping around the pillar where Alabaster leaped from. “No moaning, no groaning just screeching and explosions. Whats ye bosom feel like wench.” Said Alabaster Shifthand groping the herpies right bosom. “AAARRRHHH!” Screamed the Herpie. “Oh, ye don’t like that. I thought ye would darling, so plump ye bosom be. Ha, Ha, Ha.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. On the ground where Greygoose was battling. A rogue fell off the back of an undead mummy giant, his eyes grew wide as the mummy pummeled brain matter which scattered like paint on a paint brush into Greygoose’s eyes

“AAArrrggg! Damn, for the brotherhood of rogues!” Bellowed Greygoose. The giant mummy swung his mighty giant mace and the bald Greygoose. Leaped and summersaulted over the on coming mace. He plunged his falchion blade into the mummies left eye and he cackled from excruciating eye gouge, Greygoose Swung around the mummy’s back. He then shot his hand sized crossbow bolted on his wrist and fired a explosive bolt in to the giants back. (Boom!) The explosions set about twenty nearby zombies into flames and cinging another three allied rogues rolling in the ground to smoother the flames. He ran up and swatted the rogues with his invisible mantle. “That should be the last of the ground troops, gather around and fire cover fire rogues, wait for our captains to return from their Ariel campaign.” Said Greygoose hidden behind a crumbled pillar. The last remaining herpie had its throat slit and then the herpie plummet from the sky spinning into the ground. Nevel Nimblefoot leaped off the creatures back and sprawllied like a spider monkey in the center pillar. “Alright has everyone gathered. Through those giant double doors and into that corridor leads into the dungeon where the princess is being held. The map doesn’t give the location of any boobie traps so you have to assume traps lay in wake for our arrival.” Said Greygoose… In a greenish sacrificial sanctum filled with vampiric relics and etched stone with markings of vampiric language. Layed a battered tree nymph whom seemed battered and raped, bruised through her pink corsage dressed shreaded into ribbons. Vampire quior sang chants of unholy hymns of condemnation. “Naz, Foruk, Too Lazerow, Nazem Lorrid Clay Tor. Mundore’s Linage of vampire lords, come forth and shadow your blight over the land. I offer another blood sacrifice to my forefather.” Chanted the silvery haired pale skin Silf Mundore in his black platted suit of armor. The vampire lord held the Greatsword pointing into the sky as the vampire quier sang their unholy harmony song similar to imps gurgling to human ears. The Greatsword Vu’shok’s blades opened up and tiny blades inside the Greatsword’s base. It began to flap like gills as if the sword drew breath. A pale glow encircled

the giant blade and it began to gather energy particles around the alter. A pale glow of energy combusted into the heimesphere sending ripples into the night’s sky like thrown stone in a pond. The black haired tree nymp began to cry and whimper. She screamed like dying elk being pounced on by a puma; A scream that would pierce any normal human’s ears, but to the legion of undead, it was a delightful sound like chimming of bells and the sound of birds. Vu’Shokk the living Greatsword began dribbling into the tree nymp’s face. She winced and screamed for her life. The sword clamp down on her cheek then ripped her cheek like torn cloth. Her face spilled with blood and bone shone through her cheek. The sword began shredding the tree nymph’s fingers until they looked like nawed off ham. The scene was the most horrific sight to the normal human eyes, a scene of cruelty, sadistic vampiric religion. A scene of true evil, something that humans should never do. “Silf ye bring the best gifts my son. Your choices in the flesh be the most delectable boy. Like old times aye, when we use to poach these human rats like the pests they really are. Stealing and scurrying about from the vampire’s land.” Said the frizzled grey haired specter of Silf’s father. “Father, ye tutelage in tourture taught me the best way to dealing with the human disease, I always knew the best way to purify this impurity, and that is to cleanse the land. But father, humans are strong and make loyal servents, so we should not send all humans into the abyss. Only the wretched ones that do not follow our laws, Vampyric laws. Besiders father, this is a tree nymph father, different. More clean more pure, the natural scent these spirits give off is like plums to fruit bats. Look at her scream and cry, it tickles my fancy, ssss, ssss.” Said Silf Mundore hissing like a snake. The lady tree nymp’s body went limp, when an eyeball was pulled out its socket. The living sword began chewing like a gator chomping on fish slithering out its mouth… In the silence of the dungeon underneath the catacombs. The princess’s eyes illuminated the torch lit dungeon, her sapphire eyes wathed as javalins constantly plunge from the floor to the ceiling to impale intruders. Escape was impossible with that impaling mechanism clinking in front of her eyes. She sighed and sat on a wooden plank used as the dungeon’s bed. The princess wore a white dress with flowers corsage silohetting around the dress. The princess wiped a tear from her cheek as she felt her companions being torn apart, her telephathic bond, sent shivers into her spine as she felt the sweat and blood leak from her servent’s body. She whimpered and thought to herself. Had I only married whom my

father wanted me to my servents would still be alive. I only wanted my own selfish desires… …Had I been more cautious on my ventures they would still live. The princess wailed to the dungeon cell’s bars and looked out through the stainglass ceiling. The stainglass was leading into the castle’s courtyard, her heart was heavy with burden. Her chest heaved from the pain of her companion’s souls. She wept but she bit down her bottom lip, she cried a million tears of grief. She watched her tears sparkle on the dungeon floor and reminsed on the good times they shared. She shivered as the sword devored her long time companion… …“What in heavens is this.” Said Greygoose the invisible pair of eyes. “Seems to be a tunnel of sorts.” Said Neven Nimblefoot. “This tunnel is forged by magical tomes that warp this fabric woven around the tunnel like a maelstrom in the sea, the current causes the tunnel to spin constantly. We need to stay on the stone pathway, falling into the blackness might you, will plunge you into a fall and who knows where it will send you. Stay close.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. He turned around to his companions and instructed them with directions to follow. A pair of rogues went first to test out the swirling tunnel, the rogues charged into the swirling tunnel. The stoned pathway spun in circles and the rogues began spinning with the tunnel dashing in a swirl. “Click, Click”. Spikes mechanically sprang and the sharp steel blades impaled a rogue into his lower torso with a spike reaming. The unfortunate rogue’s buttocks was stabbed in suck a grotesque fashion the invisible rogues gasped. “Take off your hood and reveal yourselves not to trip on one another.” “Lets go.” Said Nimblefoor anxious. “Now.” Said Greygoose. The raiders dashed forward toward traveling on their tip toes timing when the trap mechanism would detach and sprang.

“Chank, Chank.” The blades sheared another rogues stabbing the man like a pin cushion. The rogues gave aquick glance at the fallen rogue and continued dashing toward the tunnel’s spirialing tunnel of death. The tunnel made the rogues nauseous with a dizzy spell making the rogues feint. “Chank, Chank.” A rogue fell rolling from the tunnels spiraling momentum and bounced and bobbled about. Nimble foot turned around and told a pair in the end to pick him up. The downed man, the pair heave the man into their shouldered and leaped in unison. The timing was to be every three minutes inside the spirialing tunnel. “Chank, Chank.” “Awwweee! My knee!” Said one of the rogues hauling the fallen man. A rogue turned around and carried the man on his shoulders, he picked up his fallen ally and continued, The spinning pathway made the carriers in the rear begin to stumble about. The rogues began to blackout from the dizzy spell and fatigue made the rogues fumble. Three more seconds thought Nevel Nimblefoot, I better watch the rear. “Jump.” “Chank, Chank.” “The exit is right beyond this pathway, forge through men! Shoutted Alabaster Shifthand the rogue commander. The rear carrier rogues leaped from Nimblefoot’s warning. The man to the right in the rear with scraggly hair and round cheeks made halfway through the air when the trap serrated spikes punctured his thighs. “Arrrggg!” Screamed the man. Nimblefoot heard the man fall and watched with horror as one of the carriers fell. He made a split descion and ran across his rogue’s shoulders. The rear followed Nevel and hoisted the fallen carrier and his injured. They rushed trying

to beat the mechanism running thirty strides off. “I can’t make it Nevel.” Said a rogue with tattoo’s on the face. “Bullocks, you can make it Tevin, you can.” Said Nevel to the punctured. “Come on move, move!” Said a rogue assisting tattoo face with a shove. “Chank, Chank!” The black curtain around the spirialing hallway transformed from black on green stone, to a wide open jail cellar with the spike trap on the floor. The rogues began to crawl along the walls with their special rogue’s ability that allowed them to crawl and climb vertically. The rogues sat vertically on the side of the wall without falling downward, the Eyes of Gold was a guild with all sorts of magical skills. The rogues began to vomit and spill innards from the strainfully exaustful spirialing hallway of death. Blades mechanically push spikes into their vision and some rogues praise their gods of thievery for allowing them to cheat death. “We made it Nevel, you alright.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “Where’s Greygoose?” Said Nevel Nimblefeet in front of us somewhere.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “Greygoose.” Said the second in command in a low tone. “Right here Nevel damn Alabaster pushed us forward so he can watch for you and the fallen.” Said Greygoose pushing through a crowd of sick vomiting rogues spilling fluid onto the spikes. The band of rogues gather around the rogues with the punctured torso with tattoo’s on this face. The slender sandy browned haired man layed flat receiving healing spells from his rogue brothers opening their hands with an open palm of healing. A pale soft glow radiated from the band of rogues. The man’s punctured marks in his tros began to close, but his tros still had holes like pokadots. “Awee. Good as new brothers, had ye saints not perch me on ye back. Me be a pin cushion for vampire jailers. A morbid statue in a museum for spectators to

awe at.” Said Tevin the holey tros. “Worry not Tevin, your dancing legs are good as new bloke. No more ballerina dancing on a bed of spikes, gives you ulcers when you gas.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. The forty four band of elite rogues came across a princess weeping in a dungeon, the three captains sniff the air like hounds picking up a magical scent of natural pines. The tree nymph princess was sadden by her lost companions. She was alerted with a thrown stone to the cellars floor. A pebble rolled into the cellar between her feet. She raised her head and three figures stood hunched over peering into the jail cell. “Princess Swiftgloom I presume. In need of some assistant I presume. Vampire masquerade balls don’t tickle ye fancy. The moon be full tonight Swiftgloom so we need to depart soon, I came here with request from king Swiftgloom of the tree nymphs. You are safe with us.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “The werewolves in these parts of the dungeon make it difficult to make escape. They are formitible at running climbingand ferioushes in close combat melee. Transformation should transpire soon princess we need to depart.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot with a comforting and a hand to greet the princess. “Prove it, you people are vampires here to gloat about slaying my fallen kin. Now you are here to mock me. My Ignorance brought this upon myself. Elenor was my best friend and servent since child birth now she is slain like cattle for a vampire banquet. Prove your identification.” Said the teary eyed freckle face tree nymph. Her face thin and elegant her nose had a thin bridge and her chin came to a point. Her hair was reddish brownish hue. Her faced was peppered with light freckles and her eyes were blue as the ocean. She was beautiful but her sorrow did not do her justice. “Yeah princess Swiftgloom. I know yer father, heavyset bloke with the long curly locks. His rosie cheeks matches your love. But anyway, I went on an expeditionwith ye father, he and my company raided a goblin caravan that stole a historical tree nymph’s relic. This tome was used to summon an army of nightmarish trees. Had I not been their princess, you would have to change your occupation from princess to lumber jack. Good thing Good ole Greygoose was

their. Ha,ha,ha, Here’s my master’s deed from king Swiftgloom.” Said Greygoose The bald orient handed her the scroll that contained her kingdom’s seal. A tree with a daisy next to it. “I believe you sir Greygoose, this is the Swiftgloom embelem. A symbol for our kingdom, a symbol of the white swiftgloom daisy that can heal any ailment known to the world.” Said princess Swiftgloom. “Ye might not want to tell that information to a guild of thieves and assassins, ye might not know who might barter for this info my lovely princess, we need to be off, could you step to the side a bit. We need to lock pick the dungeon. Good thing we can stand vertical on the walls or else we would be made pin cushions for vampire sewing. A human mantle for absorbing the moon ha,ha,ha. Laughed Albaster Shifthand. “Alright princess give room. Said Greygoose. “Nevel Nimblefoot pulled out a pouch containing lock picking tools, Nevel steadidly fenegaled with the steel keyhole. Nevel bit down on his bottom lip and in a quick wisp of the wrist unlocks the cellar’s mechanism in a few seconds. The cellar opened and the princess climbed onto the back of a ox like rogue with tattoo’s on his cheek of two crosses. The princess was clutching onto the man as he stood standing vertical on the wall of the dungeon cellar. The rogues suddenly felt the presense of something dangerous, a premonition of something life threating, Howling. “Rrrrroohhh! Howled the creature hidden in the stairs of the maze like laberynth of the dungeon. The hair raised on the invisible band of rogues’s necks. “What now.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Werewolf servants, damn dog mongrels. Spawned from their master’s testicles. House Mundore you will not block our escape.” Said Alabaster Shifthand the human leader with the tribal sun on his forehead. “Look rogues, see that glass towards the moon. Beyond those stained glass s is the courtyard, if we make it out we can escape by scaling the walls and find refuge in the icy forrest of Gorrum’s landscape.” Said Greygoose.

“Its about a few miles upward, about two or three, can we make it?” Said Nevel. “Yes, beyond these spikes along that wall we can scale the wall and run upward. There’s traps along the wall I can see the holes on the wall’s surface.” Said Greygoose. “Lets be nimble and make haste with our departure. Move rogues.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The pathway next to the cellar had spikes that mechanically sprang and beyond the ground lead a wall that zigzag with cliffs and hills from the vertical angle that the rogues saw. They would have to run and scale over corners, pillars, ridges and trenches all along the walls. Alabaster ran downward then leaped across the traped spikes on the floor’s mechanical spires. Alabaster ran upward towards the opening in the dungeon’s catacombs. The rogues ran and climbed, jumped and summersaulted over dips and ridges escaping the Howling that seemed to be heard around the catacombs. Bridges ed going upward towards the tiny starlite stainglass towards the surface. Howling again. “Rrrrrooooggghhh!” Howled a creature coming from a bridge crossing. A dark shadowy figure with illuminescent yellow eyes arched forward sniffing the air for prey. The band of rogues moved with silence at full trot running and somersaulting in the wind in silence. The band of rogues moved with silence at full trot running and summersaulting in the wind in silence. The Howling this time was so loud it paralysised the rogues in their tracks, The Rogues Of The Eyes Of Gold. Watched as the werewolves pounced onto the wall behind them chasing their escape. “Run Damn it, we got about a mile to go!” Screamed Alabaster Shifthand. The rogues ran in formation with the biggest rogue in the middle upward along the walls going towards the surface. The dungeon catacombs shook with vibrations from the explosive bolts made from gunpowder and dragon ivy. Bright blares lit with fire flies and magma and brimstone. The werewolves came advancing in evasive maneuvers flipping and bouncing about. A werewolf caught a bolt right in its right eye and exploded incinering other werewolves around his surroundings. One werewolf dangled on the wall and fell along the wall bumbling on ledges and ridges ultimately flipping spinning to his grave. The werewolves moved in unnatural speeds climbing like spiders with claws

digging into the walls. The rogues fired bolts while racing for their lives running vertical along the walls. The tree nymph princess watched with horror as the werewolves came within pouncing distance. The rear rank stood their ground and fired a volley or bolts in unsion. Flames engulfed the wolves and the rogues. The wave of werewolves typhoned and ripped the enflamed rogues to shreds like pieces of rotisery leg. “Fire on the wall in front of the hounds and borrow a crator. The stones around the wall will avalanche and send stones on those dogs. That will make age for escape.” Commanded Alabaster Shifthand. All rogues formed a half-circle and fired a volley in unison at a specific spot in front of the rogues. The blast shook the wall and sent the glass shards cascading down like shrapnel rain glistening in the moonlight. The explosions sent shockwaves and debris flying in all directions. The gust of wind sent rogues flying into the air. A few rogues flipped in all directions. The gust of wind sent rogues flying into the air. A few rogues flipped through the air like acrobats. The commanders gave aid by throwing grappling hooks to catch the flung comrades. The Sea of Dogs tumbled to their doom roaring as they plunged to their ariel deaths falling towards the endless drop towards the dungeon’s floor. The rogues flopped over the glass ’s ledge and knocked the hindges of the window onto the courtyard’s surface. Alabaster and Nevel shimmed the short crop red haired brute sized rogue carrying the princess onto the surface. “Nevel whats that blue light coming towards us.” Said the rogue commander empuzzled. “I think I see it, hmm, its moving faster. Here it comes. Take cover!” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “What?” Said Greygoose turning around in his translucent mantle. A bright blue beam exploded and sent a ray of energy skyward. The beam’s trajectory emploded the castlewalls around mount mundore’s outerwalls. The cataclysm sent stone hailing onto the snowy hillside around mount mundore. Outside the walls layed forrest trees covering the grounds from ariel persuit from dragons, wyrms and other winged creatures. The rogues moved in unnatural speeds in unison like they thought with one mind, the rogues vanished before

patrolling undead vampire knights came to inspect the encursion. The rogues vanished into the willows of Gorrum’s undead forrest…

Chapter # 1

Child of Shithamma

The sound of birds chirping and trees brushed in the tropical rain forrest of Sithamma. The rain forrest’s climate was irritable for a toddler. Four years ed in this tanned skinned almond eyed child jumping around in his wooden crib den. His feet was decorated with bells on a ankle bracelet. His feet was decorated with bells on a ankle bracelet, he bounced around oblivious to the world around him. A young soul with no direction of knowledge or worth, just a sense of jovial sounds that tingle the child’s senses. The palace pavilion filled with trees and the open building was a ceiling with pillars to hold the triangular roof filled with ridges and engraved dragons. The child watched an elephant planting pillars in the courtyard filled with children in silk embroided dresses. The silk brown and gold dresses went their chests and they fed the elephant peanuts while the animal took breaks. The compound was a decoration of circular pillars with spires pointing to the sky. Monks in orange robes strolled by and chanted hymns from the slanted eyed pacifists. To the child these orange men were just orange smugges in the mid afternoon, walking sheets in the bright lit afternoon. Clouds covered the sun, painting a canvas of serenity. The adventurous toddler climbed the wooden crib which could have serious injured the young child in purple silk and gold with a gold hair pin that held his hair in a tail. The cute cuddily toddler with dimples stumbled about in his purple vest in the tropic humidity walking on the open scenery without walls because of the tropic climate. The child was stumbling towards the elephant planting the pillars in front of the children gathering around the elephant. A beautiful woman in a gold crown with spires and circular orb like pattern around the crown of the young elegant regant. She made a playful gesture or peek-a-boo to the bumbling infant whom toppled over and cried. His mother the Queen Chila-Sithamma the heir to the kingdom of Sithamma smiled with radiance as bright as the sun. She was the hundredth and twelveth queen whom survived a multitude of invasions from the western kingdom of Samaria. There was a lion kingdom filled with humanoid lion creatures known as Samarians, these creatures were a tribal

religious race of shaman priests ran by a high priest whom sole purpose was to bring light upon the land and destroy the darkness. Once banished from Gorrum the undead city created by vampire magic to guard the Mundore liniage against invaders. The Samarians betrayed their sadistic masters because of oppression and dispicible horrifying acts of evil vampire law. King Jean-Leon the leader of the lion’s pride, waged war on the kingdom of Sithamma. King Jean-Leon needed to fund a war on the undead kingdom of Gorrum. He forged an alliance with the mermaid kingdom of Aqurius. The queen Ariel was a beautiful Queen whom ruled by force and power. She devised a council to invade the richkingdom of Draconians. These Dragon knights were imbued with Dragonscale armor forged from their natural scales and steel. Draconian armor is the most expensive armor in the land equivalent to Dwarven Steel Alloy. The queen of Sithamma was last desendant to her family’s linage away from her son Jojo. Jojo was the last remaining males in the Sithamma house. The Sithamma culture was a religion full of mystics and philosophers, a country of peace and Karma. Karma a term for what is done to you will be returned to its sender, the vise versa if all being oppressed is returned to its original place in the universe. Chila Sithamma was the last child in a series of sabatoge and accidental deaths. Chila’s brother the former king Jacksaavong was trampled to death by stampeding elephants in the jungle plains hunting. Jacksaavong was hunting oxen or water buffalo in the western part of the amazon jungle, when a pride of Samarian lions had altercations with territory with the humans of Sithamma over gold and food in the jungle. The lions planted trip wires and a rope made from reeds snapped and dropped a swinging platform filled with bamboo shoots cut off to make spikes. The hunters in knee high silk pants and silk and gold vests tumbled rolling into a pit. The men in the front remained impaled and stood bound to the swinging platform with blood dripping from their backs. The king stood looking out the pit in his gold vest and gold spire crown listening to the rumble of the earth. The king’s eye’s widen when he seen the head of the elephants stampede on by. The light turned into darkness when an elephant crushed Jaacksavong in the pit from the Samarian sabotage. Chila Sithamma was the last adult remaining ancestrallineage of her land. She smiled her pearly white smile tossing the rug rat into the air and giggled with joy as she glistened from the gold and pearls around her exquisite high end silk gold dress. “Prince Jojo so handsome and valiant, to climb over your baby’s den and venture from your safe haven. My, my, Jojo the explorer. The prince of giggles and smiles.” Said Queen Chila.

The baby giggled with joy and wondered why the cool breeze of the air felt so good on his young naive legs. The sun danced like a bouncing ball on the clouds of the sky in the child’s amond eyes. The child remained entertained by his mother’s constant tossing and musical tones. The queen was met by her husband the General of Sithammma; the commander of the armies of Sithamma the strongest of the neighboring kinds. “General Vega Nomgmaseth, my love what brings you to the palace. I thought you were out patrolling and drilling the elite foot soldiers?” Said the Queen. The general stood in his splendor in his gold armor imbued with holy gems blessed by the ancestral guardians of Sithamma, “the Nok”. A serpent water Naga whom blesses the soldiers with the ability to poison attackers whom are touched by the warrior’s blades. The General’s face was slender with a thin mustache that hung from his face like paint brushes. The tan handsome man smiled at the Queen. “My dearest Queen Chila, the nutrient that keep my muscles working. The drive in my warrior’s soul. You are my sole reason for my plentiful duties in our land’s protection. My treasure. And my son’s mother.” Said the General whom hugged and kissed the queen. “General what news of the ambush on my brother Jacksaavong. Did the cats leave a trail to enter Samarian’s mystical kingdom of lions. West of here stands their den of holy hipocrites whom purge instead of purify. Death upon those who accuse and bring tyranny with their lies. Gold my husband, they search for a gold mine in a cavern surrounded by money. Money that was earned by our workers for their unrighteous wars against the vampires. A pebble cast by squalors against the undead whom feel no emotion. Futile Vega, a futile conquest. Said Queen Chila Sithamma. “The treacherious lions are planning an invasion with the fish women. I planned an assault with our captains Vongsen. Captain Burma and his brigade of elephant knights will guard the castle spire from any invasion. They meet at the coral castle under Aqurius’s beach front. We have control of a kraken from our guardian god the Nok. We used monks to chant a sea spirit to entice the kraken, he should be arriving sometime this day. We will attack tonight while the creatures hold council. My love let the gods bless our battle tomarrow against blasphemers, so peace can guide our future.” Said General Vega.

“Love. True love. Something that is always tested and tried with trials. Rest well love. I will see you later. I will patrol our borders with Captain Burma. I will keep prince Jojo with the servents in the bed chambers. Good bye.” Said Queen Chila. The general picked his son and smiled. He kept singing chants and songs of heroic battles of his culture. I love you my son, my blood courses through your veins young seeding. We will survive son. Thought General Vega laughing while he carried the boy in his biceps like a bird flying through the clouds. The General was prancing around enjoying his mid afternoon day contemplating his strategy for tonight’s invasion on the city of Aqurius. The mermaid’s water haven. A blue spinning rift opened in the middle of the palace courtyard. The palace courtyard was heavily guarded by Giants and Elephant Knights. A creature summon by monk’s chanting who have multiple arms and wore heavily platted armor. These creatures were used to guard the castle’s perimeter. The entire group surrounding the rift began to wonder what this rift was. They ventured closer to inspect the blue energy that appeared. The construction workers on the Elephant came closer. At the moment. (“A physcic warning ed from all the monks in Sithamma. A dire warning from the very fiber of their beings. Something powerful is coming through that gate!”) “Everyone escape, give way from that Portal!” Screamed General Vega Nongmaseth. A gigantic armored lizard came through the portal and stood their blinking at the peaceful surroundings. The elephant stood on its hind legs and blew on its tusk. The scaled dragon in heavy plate lifted a septer. The civilian constructors were surprised and were caught off guard. “Die impotent runt!” Said the metallic lizard. An implosion of gravity caused the entire man and elephant to explode into a sea of meat. Screams erupt from the castle’s servants. Children ran for their lives, monks pull their bo staff and twirl and chant about twenty strides from the dragon wizard. The monks dashed with a spell used from an old monks martial arts pamplet that gathered chi energy from the earth. The monks charged in a parallel formation and did a chain of bo combinations and spin kicks. The dragon mage blocked two staffs that would easily demolish stones into dust and debree. A Flying Roundhouse hit the dragon across the face and he caught a bo

staff to the chest with a chi energy charge. A loud ping verberated and the blast should have shattered the Dragon’s chest cavity, but, due to the lizard’s armor and scales. Only the ground decintegrated and the dragon took a few strides back. The dragon brushed off the attack with little actual physique damage to the eightfoot dragon mage. The dragon retailiated with a spinning arc and smashed the monk across his manable and twisted the monk’s neck closest to him. The monk’s neck bone petruded out the monk’s neck like a drumstick from a chicken. “Sound the alarm. We have intruders.” Said General Nongmeseth. “Attack! Attack! We have an invasion!” Said a castle guard. The General handed his child to a young teenage servant in a brown and gold silk dress traditional to the Sithamma’s culture. The General called out to some Elephant Knights with a telepathic bond. The Elephant guardians came leaping from miles away and landed next to the General destroying gravel as they landed like a meteor. The two Behemoth Elephants gathered energy from the General’s magical armor. The magical orbs attached to them empower The Elephants Knight’s weapons with enchantments of poison. The Elephant’s weapons glew with a greenish aura from The Nok’s poisonous magicks. (Move in first elephant knights and I will assists when I gathered more forces.) (Yes my lord General Vega.) The last three monks battled coming at intervals of double bo strikes, and the third a monk’s fireball that was deflected with the dragon’s heavy mace scepter. The blue energy bounced into the sky and exploded, the force and light blinded the monks for a brief moment. The dragon chanted something that sounded like a crocodile hissing and smited the ground between the three’s triangular formation. The ground erupted with flame and magma enveloping the three monks in a inferno purge turning the monk’s eyes and skin to black ashes. They screamed as they entered Nirvana into the recycle of their lives. The Giant Elephant Knights ambushed the Dragon Mage with a constand hack and slash combination like a windmill swinging all four arms in unison. The elephant knights poisoned the Dragon Knight. The general watched with horror as he called for reinforcement’s telephatically. The constant grinding of axes would have hack through a steel door like a boulder from a catapult. The dragon

kneeled down while taking tremendous amounts of force from two elephant knights. Impossible thought the General. A large group of Elephant Knights and foot soldiers appeared. Some monks, and oracles gathered. They gathered underneath the castle’s open pavillon gathering the Nok’s poisonous energy from General Vega’s armor. The Dragon’s skin full of scales harder then Steel began to chip away from General Vega’s poisonous acidic poison chipping at the dragon’s skin. The Dragon vomit and green blood and gore plopped out the dragon like potatoe broth. The Elephant Knight dug another windmill hack searing the neck like a carpender’s saw at the dragon’s neck. The Dragon’s head plopped and rolled like a avalanching stone. A sudden flash occurred. A Thousand Draconian Dragon Knights appeared and chomped on the Elephant Knight’s face. Its face ripped apart like shark’s feeding frenzy. Leaving bone and skull. A clean cleave hacked a single Elephant Knight flipping his torso in a showering display like a riptide spilling blood everywhere. The General was faced with a lethal standoff with a thousand indestructible armored lizards, the General pondered his strategy. Oracles stood next to the General and caste da vine spell to immobilize the Draconian. The battle was intense with Elephant Knights being pounced and Oracles hastening their spell casting. The monks fired constant chi energy fireballs that exploded like catapults incineratingthe ground around the impenetrable Draconian Knight incinerating the ground around the impenetrable Draconian Knights. All spells did minor damage to the dragon knights. The last spell General Vega cast, was a spell from his serpent god the Nok. In desperation to find a brink in the Draconian defense, he cast his omni-poison wave to posion the Draconians. A spirit from Vega’s armor which looked like a water snake or sea Naga appeared and spewed a green tidal wave that cast a poisonous plague on the Draconian brood…

… The Queen Chila Sithamma was about patrolling and the guards in the castle’s in front courtyard was being rambunctious from the invasion alarm going off. Chila Sithamma watched as Captain Burma arrived with his elephant platoon of wizards, giant four armed elephants that conjure spells and fire energy from their giant palms. Captain Burma the tall muscle bound handsome man with long black ink hair stood. “Captain Burma what seems to be the problem?” Said Queen Chila Sithamma. “We have an invasion. Creatures came through the castle’s perimeters and

warped inside using rifts. Our guards from the security have been slain, we know not where they came and how they disposed our guardian monks. They had magically sealed our castle to defend against the attacking Horde.” Said Chila Sithamma the Queen in yellow silk and brown. A royal servant in traditional brown silk carried the general and the Queen’s son. The servant pause to speak to the Queen when a sudden explosion shook the castle’s foundation. The castle’s front doors crumbled from a fireball from a monk and stone and debris piled onto the floor like a rockslide. The Queen watched with horror as the castle’s corridor bridge tumbled to the floor spilling stone wood and gold decorative flags to the stone. When the Queen looked into her son’s face something happened. “Awweee! Screamed the Queen. A Falchion blade petruded from the Queen’s belly and splashed on to prince Jojo’s face. He screamed with a bawl from his dieing mother whom turned around to look at her attacker. Captain Burma smiled with a dreadful glee, he betrayed the Sithamma family liniage. “The intruder that killed the guardian shrine monks was me. Captain Burma. I knew that the General plotted to invade the mermaid’s sanctum today. The Draconians planned to enslave the Sithamma people for their colosium games. I had no option but to comply or be killed by the Draconians. They will grant me power. Die Queen Chila Sithamma “. Said Captain Burma pulling the curving sword from her belly. In a smooth spinning arch slash with a backspin. The servant leaped in front of the wounded Queen handing Jojo to her. The spinning arch’s force sent the servant upper body flipping in the sky like a dolphin in the sun splashing blood as it thudded to the ground. “Damn. Son of a bitch!” Said Captain Burma. The Queen began to conjure a healing spell from her arsonnel of magicks, she began to cast and a pale glow mended her wounds. A rift appeared right behind her and a dragon mage mauled the Queen with a smash and sent her to the stone. The Dragon mage caught the spiraling infant and looked into his eyes. TheDraconian then toss the child into a cage filled with Sithamma pedestrians. The people in the steel rusty cage naturally caught the royal boy. The boy cried

and clung onto an elder servant. The Queen turned around and layed on the floor. Captain Burma stood over her and the queen opened her palm. A yellow electric bolt shot from her palm and charred the tall Burma. The Draconian came stomping and bashed the Queen’s face into the stone spilling the Queen’s head and skull along the stone. The people cried so loud that the entire kingdom could hear their mouning. The people of Sithamma just witnessed the death of the last Sithamma adult being crushed like fallen watermelon. A monsoon of tears upon the people of Sithamma as they saw their beloved founder’s last daughter slain in the road. A thousand wails from a league of sirens could not compare to the cries of the Sithamma people. The remaining people watched the cries of the Sithamma people. The remaining sole heir to the Sithamma liniage disappeared into a rift with captives from the city, the child was oblivious to the death of his beautiful mother…

… General Vega remained around the lifeless bodies of his loyal soldiers fighting against the Draconian invaders. The evening was intense as bodies littered the castle walls of the Sithamma Kingdom. The sounds of swords clashing and burning motar filled the air like a forrest fire. The Oracle mages layed lifeless while eyes stood wide in the sun set. General Vega’s Nok wave poisoned an unlimted amount of armored of dragon knights. They surrounded the General coughing phlem and blood while they attack the sole General. The General’s dual Falchion blades that melted with posionious acid, danced around killing two or three at a time splitting skulls and throats. The Draconians came with a sea of heavy knights spilling in to hack and slash the general. General’s armor had a pair of dragon serpant spirits attatched to his armor when continuously spilling a liquid bile venom like an elephant’s tusk shooting water. Two dragon knights came in a pair whom criss crossed to throw the General off. He rolled between their gap and did a spinning arch that flung the dragon’s armored leg flipping into the air. He turned around and leaped into a summersault and drove the blades into the back of the dragon’s skull imitating a monkey in the text of the Sithamma’s martial arts. The General fought slaying countless Draconian until the night came. Some dragons died of acid posion eating away at their innards vomiting their stomachs or livers onto the castle’s courtyard. The poision was a weakness in the impenetrable Draconian Knights and mages. Sweat trickle from the awesome physique of the General Vega Nomgmaseth. The dragons had trouble moving and attacking from constant coughing, the General charged as he deflected everything with blades. Other

projectiles were deflected by the Naga’s spirit spilling poisonous fluid like geyzer. A stammering giant lizard came swining a giant great axe and the General parried with a guard and the acidic blades sent the great axe’s head flying into the sea of Draconian and it enlodged into a creature’s forehead. The general never faltered bringing his body count to the thousands now. A Hydra Draconian with a grey beard had a suit of blue armor and four heads came to survey the battle between the human General. They converse with eachother and devised a plan to be rid of this general. “Never seen a meatbag move in with such power.” Said the left furtherset head with a raspy voice. “It’s the golden armor enchanted by magical orbs that empower the meatbag’s power.” Said the middle left head in a raspy yet different voice. “Poison, an impervious weakness to Draconian defense. Damn meatbag you shall fall.” Said the middle right. “Yo, get the Draconian witches to combat the poison and dispel the plague. We need to vanquish the meatbag before we lose more good Draconian. It was mind boggling to see a meatbag kill that many Draconians, entertaining indeed.” Said the leader in the far right with the eyepatch. The hydra with the blue armor over the other Draconians and summoned a warp portal with his gauntlet. Out came female Draconian witches in black and gold armor. The Hydra leader commanded the Witch Draconian to assist the troops with slaying the General. The female Dragon witches gathered behind the sick and coughing watching some dragons get hacked in half and some vomit their guts from the acidic poison. The Draconians moved at half speed and were distracted finishing their attacks, this created a problem for the Draconians. The General was exhausted but was in a trance, a constant hypnosis of death like a pendulum swining at the sea of bodies. He roared as two dragon knights grab him. The dragon knight crushed his chest plate and the General spit blood from his lungs. The swarm of Draconian piled up on the general. He roared again and did a spinning cyclone like slash with his dual enchanted Falchions and the huddled dragons timbered like trees from a lumberjack. A pale light enveloped the sea green poison pushing the green fog evaporating the poison into nothing. The Draconians stop their coughing and began to move faster. A dragon instantly dashed behing the General and Slashed with a horizontal hack. The General put

his blade behind his back to parry the attack and the sword’s acidic element ate the Draconian blade and sent the seratted sword flying into another dragon’s eye. The dragon hissed into its grave. The general was caught off balance with a spinning roundhouse that seat him flying into a pillar ten strides off. The pillar crashed and the Hydra came and disembowed the man with a chomp. While the general still layed motionless, the Hydra continued to pound the general, pummeling his steel armor into dented fragments like crumbling paper. The hydra continued ripping his flesh limb and gloating over the kill. The kingdom of Sithamma was no more. Just a desolate kingdom in ruins and the people though enslaved to the Draconian people at the dragon’s collosieum.

Chapter # 2

Enslaved to the Collosium

Months ed in the Draconian collosium. The Dungeons became a place where strangers built a strong bond before they met their graves. Mother’s lost son’s, and daughters. Uncle’s lost brothers and sisters, grandmothers were a free meal for ravenous creatures form the abyss from Draconian conjueres. The dungeons were steel barricades made of flat and spikes, so fighting with your detainees may lead to death. The dungeon’s floor were made of loose straw. Their were small holes on the floor the size of a fist so human waste can empty into the sewage canal under the dungeons. The dungeons reeked of feces and urine from the captives. People of all races and nationality dwelled their. People of different skin tones and different breeds of human species lived their. Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Kobolts, Undead Zombies, even a Vampire whom stood in a corner away from the crowd. The vampire’s cage was next to Samarians whom constantly scowl each other because of the Samarian’s natural hate for the undead bloodsucker. The coffin layed close in the day time. These two groups were the dungeon leaders for the dungeon survival of their wing. Life in the dungeon was everyday survival regiment to work as a team. The human leader was an elder they looked up to. A causausian man in his fifties with a wrinkly face and a plump stout nose and black short crop haired. The human elder was a councilman for prisoner politics, he pleaded with the dungeons to get more food and better living for the prisoners. The Sithamma slanted eyed cinnamon skinned people were not too common in Ra’Shora the kingdom of Draconians. The collosium was a stadium for fights to the death for enslavement and entertainment for the sadistic beasts of Draconian. The dungeon wing’s human leader was an Ex-Gorrum Patrolmen whom served the Vampires. He worked in Grammel the Vampire Caberet where succubus whores gouge the pockets of rich Vampires and human merchants. Albert Thistledown was a guard and head patrol men for keeping watch over the slumbering Vampire dancers in the day. Albert Thistledown was betrayed by a vampire musician whom played the violin and composed for the caberet’s symphony,

Albert was framed by his superiors and brought to the collosium to be butchered like cattle. Albert lost his mostfondest family , his son and daughter whom was pregnant inside the collosium. His last remaining family member was his wife the short haired brunnett, sole lover of his life, Margret Thistledown. Albert cries at night for his family’s lost. Albert awoken feeling reneweled at the arrival of new humans in his wing. The Sithamma orients always fed a specific boy extra food. He was too young to battle in the colosium and his clothes were wealthy and prominent. He approached the tanned skin orients and asked why they always fed this boy extra food. “Listen ye pamper that boy n’ barely have food to eat ye all will starve if ye don’t eat yerselves.” Said Albert Thistledown. “We are elder’ and have not the strength to uphold weapons to defend ourselves. This boy is the last remaining member in the Sithamma linage, when this boy dies. The last king in the Sithamma house will cease to exist. Our kingdom was enslave’ by the Draconians, we have nothing now.” Said a tanned skin elder. “This child will be used as food or bait for larger creatures if they spot the child remaining amuck. If ye want ye future king to live. Ye have to hide the boy underneath the straw or under cove, of ye clothes.” Said Albert Thistledown. The child went to sleep underneath the straw near the waste hole. He cried and bawled all day and didn’t know what he was doing, just being a child. A loud horn blew on top of the dungeon and cheers awoken the entire dungeon wing like their lives hung in the balance of oblivion. The elder tanned skin orient lady pleaded with her life against the Draconian jailers. She screamed as they pulled her and a younger Sithamma male out and a pair of dwarven demolitionists. “Unhand me ye scaley lizard o’ I will tann ye hide like a belt, ye over grown Gecko.” Said the oranage haired Dwarf with two braids down his chin. “If ye ever touch me again ye overgrown salamander, I will turn ye into lizard broth or serpant dumplings. Ye better not turn yo back on me!” Said the blonde haired stout Dwarf in thin wheat sack clothes. The Draconians pulled another dark skinned man from the Samarian lands. Dark skinned men from Samaria share their lands with the lion counter parts hunting and gathering wheat in harmony.

“Come here, dark human. Your turn.” Said the scaley Draconian Jailer. “Good luck, God speed Mandela. God speed.” Said Albert Thistledown. “Thank you, Albert. If I don’t make it back, tell my son I love him.” Said Mandela the Dark Samarian pointing to the cage behind Albert Thistledown. The Draconians took the gathered Dwarves and Samarian blackman to battle creatures in the other dungeon wing. More then a hundred thousand creatures dwelled underneath the underground underneath the collosium. The weapons room was filled with armor, weapons, crossbows, staffs, and other two handed weapons. The veteran Dwarf and Samarian discussed their battle plans. They plan to use a triangle formation with the Samarians in the rear to shoot with the long composite bow to pick off the creatures from the Dwarves. Ivan and Stephen Mugspewter made a small concoction mixing chemicals like a wizard in his laboratory. The explosive concoction and bandoleer was ideal for the legendary demoltionist Mugspewters. The elder Sithamma woman had no idea what to do. The three gladiators looked at each other with pity, and then laughed. The horn blew and the cage opened up from the cellar. The Samarian wore an arm plate made of steel and brandished a gladius on his belt with leather boots. The dwarven Mugspewter brothers wore a Murmadoon helmet with holes in its mask traditional for the collosium. Ivan had an axe while his brother carried a schimitar into the collosium’s raging Draconian fans, snarls and hisses filled the collosium’s stadium. The stadium across from their dungeons was another dungeon where captives were held, another set of damned prisoners in the stadium’s purgatory. The steel barricades lifted and another set of warriors came with an elder in front as bait. Two Samarian lions came in heavy plate and Trojan helmets, another Aqurian mermaid came with a longer long bow then the dark skinned Samarian. The three were premier legendary gladiators that must have fought countless battles by the enchanted weapons and armor they wore. Her magical long bow made of Dolphins and Starfish engraved on them carried extra slots for multiple arrows. Her weapon carried magical runes and her armor looked like sea shells. She looked human beautiful and her neck filled with gills, her ribs filled with gills and her web like hands and feet looked like Salmon fins. The Dwarven brigade and the dark skinned human laughed in aconfident gesture. Legendary gladiators. We are saved. The gong sounded and horns blew to signify the match, two cellars opened up from both the front and lower cells and out came a thousand man eating

blackwidows. The stadium filled with cheers. the stadium thundered like stampeding bulls from the black arachnids that looked terrorfying to the weak of heart. The Samarian dark skin man Mandela, pulled an arrow into his notch and fired an arrow into the calf of the monster bait. The monster bait was a human elder whom was too weak to fend for himself. Survival was the most important thing in this collosium. Friends betrayed each other to save oneself from the circumstances of the collosium. From across Mandela and the Dwarves. The elder from across was hit with a kicked from one of the plated armor wearing Samarians and flew into the sea of giant arachnids. When the arachnids swarmed the wounded Sithamma woman, a spider dug fangs into her skull and drugg her like hyenas stripping its prey apart. “Now Ivan, now!” Said Stephen Mugspewter the blonde Mugspewter. “Alright, hold on. Got to find me fancy flask laddie. Ok!” Said Ivan Mugspewter whom searched his bandoleers for the flask. Ivan the oranage pulled chunked the flask like a catapult at the body of the Sithamma elder and the flask exploded like a bomb rattling the collosium’s foundations. A massive crater sent arachnids and their limbs flying the Draconians. Children and young broodlings caught and ate the limbs like drumstick from roasted quil. The collosium was protected by a barrier that protected pedestrians form spells. “Good work Dwarves. You took the most bodies, my turn now.” Said Mandels the Samarian blackman. The Samarian blackman fired in quick repititions hitting the spiders in the mouth with arrows. Hitting the spiders in their central nervious system. He shot downing twenty in two minutes with pinpoint accuracy. The arrows flung and hit with precise aim killing these man sized arachnids constantly dropping spiders as they leaped at the three gladiators from the wing with the young child. The spiders that leaped at the Dwarven pair were hacked into pieces as they alternated from axe and shield. The dwarven brothers worked like machines chopping and cleaving limbs like tossing tree lumber into a pile. The Samarian continued his onslaught of rapid arrow shots picking off the rear spiders behing the dwarves also slaying arachnids when they find the dwarves blind spots. The dwarven war machines spun like a whirlwind hacking spiders with his brother and defending eachother’s back from acid from the spiders. They were push back from pouncing spiders. Acid melter skin from the dwarves chest as spiders pounce and spewed acid skin bubbled form the dwarves. “Give us aid Mandela, if me chest take anymore acid we will melt into a

Dwarven stew. Ye like that Mandela Hurry!” Said Ivan Mugspewter. “Alright, I will give aid now, watch yer blind spots. I will cast me Samarian Shamantry, just be ready for the healing, it feels like water upon your chest.” Said the black Samarian. The man Mandela whispered a hymn to his god of the jungle to come and heal, the dwarven demolitionists. A giant elephant specter rose from the ground and spewed water onto the Dwarves back and the Dwarven brothers chest began to mend while they cycled in a maelstrom of axe and sword spindles of death. A giant force of energy incentrated a collum of spiders like chopping lobsters with a giant cleaver. The spiders limbs juggled through the air as more colliums charred spiders like a massive rake destroying the spiders bulk. The Samarians lions came in a dual pair striking spiders in unison. When the lions struck a spider a chain of lighting bounced off one spider a chain of lighting bounced off one spider and reacted as a conductor shocking other spiders till they exploded into a vain of gore. One of the Samarian lions cast a warcry and roared into the air which verberated and stunned all the spiders in the stadium. Had the collosium’s magical barrier was not there blocking the audience, they too would be paralyzied by the lions mighty roar. Explosions exploded around the barrier’s shield as the mermaid fired constant rays of fire into the stadiums barrier. The fire show lasted for hours as the warriors vanquished the entire spider brood of arachnid. The spider nest layed in limbs like tree limbs like tree limbs in fall. The horn sounded and the entire collosium was in pandemonium. This event was a special event showing off the legendary heros of the collosium whom survived countless battles. The Draconian Arena master the grand Salamander approached the arena and handed the warriors their reward for surviving. The legendary trio across were awarded their freedom for countless battles and victories. The Samarian lions took off their helmets and cried while they got on their knees purring at their audience for thirty years of battle. The lions mane was half white and scars align every crevisis of the lions face. The Samarion dark skinned man whom won an expensive looking bracelet. When the man touch the symbol in the middle, the bracelet opened into a golden bow. Magical arrows appeared in the arrows notch. The gladiators returned into the wing dressed in there potatoe sack clothes… …The trio from the collosium battle walked back into the dungeon wing. The Draconian put the dark skinned Samarian back into his jail cell. The Draconian put the dark skinned Samarian back into his jail cell. The Dwarven bros. Created

a ruckus inside the jail. “Stephen laddie, we conquered the brood of spiders thanks to your thick skull Ivan, its from drinking ale and smashing rocks on your cranium.” Said Ivan Mugspewter in comical manner. “Stephen, you old mangy dog we survived another one, look at our new fancy thingies, everytime I touch this button on me gauntlet. My magical armor appears, look at the mithril craftsmanship on it its almost better than mine.” Said Stephen Mugspewter. “You know what brother I’m about to call it a day.” Said Ivan Mugspewter in his wheat sack clothes. The dungeon slumbered in silence and the people slept with a full meal and ale from the victory from the collosium. When the dungeon wing survived they returned to banquet and spent many hours laughing and enjoying each others company. This dungeon wing seen many banquets and many tears. Lovers died and siblings were killed in battle in the collosium. ionate love was sometimes made in the open and games were played with this dungeon wing. The child became the dungeon’s good luck for a year straight, the dungeon went without a casualty for the year. The mourning came like everyother mourning with warm drills for combat for the unseasoned, prince Jojo came and joyfully came with a hug and grabbed on the man’s plump nose. The man picked up the boy and rubbed his face into the boy’s stomach. The prince laughed with a joyious giggle and smiled his white tiny teeth at the elder. The husband’s wife Margret came and hugged the boy planting kisses on his cheek she asked how the boy was doing as she rubbed her nose into his face. “Hows my young prince, my tan skinned royal. So cute at five aren’t we.” Said the elder wife Margret. “Fine.” Said Jojo in his cute voice. “This boy reminds me o’ our lad, poor Nethaniel. My boy, when he was Jojo’s age he loved to go feed and touch the pigs. I use to tell the boy that he would fall in and the pigs would eat him. We use to own a corn farm when the season didn’t snow. That was rare in Gorrum wasn’t it Margret.” Said Albert looking into

Margrets eyes. “Yeah, that damn boy.” Said Albert looking into Margrets eyes. “Yeah, that damn boy. He was attracted to the snorkeling noises of the pigs in the den. Nethanel my. My poor boy. He died. An ogre hacked him in two from behind. My beloved boy. Damn this collosium, I wouldn’t put this condemnation on any being.” Said the mother with streaking tears down her cheek. “Don’t worry Margret, one of those days when these scaley scavengers are about rummaging in the collosium with us unguarded, we will escape. We’ll take this boy with us and start all over, this child will be our Nethanel.” Said Albert Thistledown. The two cried and the small child wipe their tears away with his miniature hands, he asked them in his adorable voice whats wrong. “Whats wong, you sad. Said Jojo the toddler. “Worry not my little soidier, when ye a bit older we’ll depart from this forsaken pit and vanish from this hellbound circuit of death. Little Jojo keep your smile, ye bright my day lad.” Said Albert Thistledown. “Don’t worry about it now Albert, I’ll go and drill the Sithamma males how to strike and defend with wooden swords and shield. We’ll worry not lad.” Said Margret Thistledown. The wife, Margret got up and told the males to attack her. She instructed techniques on how to disarm a shield and side step. She stood around the small line of Sithamma natives, Margret parried and twirled. She guarded and moved nimbly around the jail landing killing blows to the throat, chest, and to the spine. The small child went to the rear South end of the cage. The child look into the eyes of the vampire behind the cage. The vampire had blonde hair and red eyes like blood. His eyes hypnotized the boy like stareing into a bright blaire from a mage’s magical fire. The vampire transformed into a bat and flew into the middle dungeon where the Sithamma people were held. The Thistledowns and Vampire stared at eachother after bat transformogrified into a human again. The Vampire gladiator flew into the cage and appeared behind the boy. He pick the boy up by the back of his shirt. He showed his teeth the boy started into the red hypnotic eyes and remained motionless. The Vampire slave put the boy in his

arms like a cradle. The Vampire smiled and laughed, I ed in his mind when he was a young spawnling barely learning how to use his vampire magic. Jojo felt a strange compelling feeling to the vampire gladiator, the child grabbed at the vampire’s thin nose and chisled face. The Undead warrior, chuckled and toss the boy into the air. The vampire felt a warm feeling in his cold heart. A feeling uncommon to the emphathic Vampire. An emotion that wasvoid in his brain. He grabbed the boy’s button nose and talked to him like the boy was a close fried. “The wind carried a small human into our domain, little willow blown form the dieing trees from above. You really are a joyfull boy. The stars smile through your eyes boy, a true light in the skies. You bring joy to my cold heart my sweet plump boy.” Said the Vampire collosium leader. “I was born a vampire. My father had no emotions and cared not for my well being in a sentimental since. He only cared that I grew into a full grown male and was able to defend our liniage against invaders. Love was dictated by how strong your Vampiric magic was, the higher your skills, the higher ranked lover would spawn your spawnlings. Did you know little one, did you know that. How did you get here my little human. Will you see the age of maturity, in here. Only time will tell little one.” Said the Vampire gladiator kissing the boys cheeks. “Your eyes funny.” Said Jojogiggling, in his juvenile baby accent. Albert recovered from his sadden state and got up off the cellar’s mucky floor. The human counselor came and spoke to the vampire. “Tyrendril Souleater, Ye ever thought about leaving this dungeon collosium. Ye been here longer then I can laddie. Does not freedom ever wonder into ye mind vampire. Or does this dark decrepit dungeon remind you of sweet ol’ Gorrum.” Said Albert Thistledown. “Albert Thistledown, still breathin’ you ol ‘hound. Thought ye would be buried some where with all ye children. Finally gaining some strength in ye testicle, you want out old human.” Said the vampire Tyrendril in the brown wheat sack clothes. “Vampire if you ever talk about my fallen kin again, I will put a stake in your empty black heart you bloodsucking bat!” Said the red faced Albert Thistledown.

“I need not want quarry with you, you old coot. The threats you give off be as dangerous to me as a fly to a dragon. Never would some one as lowly as you human could ever best me. that.” Said the vampire fighter Tyrendril. “Just don’t bring up my children alright.” Said Albert Thistledown. “Alright Albert.” Said Tyrendril. “I do have an escape plan. See that Draconian jailer slumbering near the dungeon’s entrance. That’s Ra’Dragore, that lazy Draconian is the dumbest jailer in Ra’Shora. He slumbers through everything. I’ve cast spells and other low level intoxications to induce him and he never even noticed. That Ra’ Dragore has the keys to the dungeon right in his belt. Thats how I always fly about talking to inmates in the dungeon. I steal the keys unlock these god forsaken magical bracers that lock my magical Vampiric spells look.” Said Tyrendril the Vampire. The Vampire polymporhed into a liquid sludge. The liquid sludged then morphed into a tall pile of slime then morphed into a Draconian Knight similar to the jailer Ra’ Dragore. “See I can also make you into a Draconian too. Only two beings can be morphed. There are cages that can carry prisoners in and out of the dungeon.” Said the scaley giant salamander. “Do you think we’ll make it. Do ye think they won’t notice a group of Draconians moving outside of Ra’Shora. I don’t think so neither.” Said Albert Thistledown. The two conversed about their escape plans with Margret and the Sithamma people. The vampire then began transforming into a bat and ventured into Mandela’s cellar with his son and the Mugspewter brothers. They all discussed a possible place to escape to. The vampire fighter flew into the cages of the undead zombie folk whom began to bow on all four as the vampire flew into his cage. The zombie undead looked like humans whom been drowned in a lake. Their eyes the color of white or discolored blue. Their hair had split ends and their lobes on their brains been damage before necro transformation changed them into undead. Two were males, two were females. “What do ye want my undead lord. Is there anything I can assists ye with my dark master.” Said the zombie villager with the vest and white shirt combination.

“Were planning to escape my fallen comrades. Do you want to escape with us or die in this collosium if damnation for lizards to gawk at.” Said Tyrendril the blonde haired vampire. “No. No master, I lost a part o’ me brain against a troll axe. I can’t where I am at master, so don’t be mad at me Tyrendril.” Said the zombie missing a brain in the corner of his head. “If you need me to remind you, I will remind you. You with half your mind, I will be here to assists in anyway I can. my dead colligues we are planning to escape soon.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. The vampire began his rounds to his final destination, back to his own quarters next to the Samarian lions. The lions were sleeping on the floor like sleeping cats in a ball, the lions smelled the air and began sniffing around like prey was about. The lions got up with uncanny reflexes and gave a loud verberating roar. The lions got up and charged the cage. “What does ye want dark fiend. Looking for children to murder in their sleep dream walker. I will rip you to shreads ye undead whore. My blood boils for your heart dark servant…” Said the rambling lions. “Calm thy tounge my feline warrior. I have a proposition for you, I plan to escape from this den of ogres. What do you say my holy spawnling, lets set aside our differences and unify, to free ourselves from these cold blooded serpents. I already planned a daring escape into the world North of us. Gorrum’s world of vampires is waiting my feline friends or maybe you want to go South into Samaria your cat oasis.” Said Tyrendril with a bow.” “What. I like what I am hearing dark servant, I need conformation that ye will not stab us in the back with a dagger you coniving wraith. If I pick up any hint of betrayl I will sink fangs in your skull vampire and rip your beating heart and eat up.” Said the lion Alpha Male. “Lyonitists, I belive this dark servant speaks the truth. I have watch this creature escape into other cages and speak with the humans and the dark spawns. This Vampire speaks the truth, as good as it gets with his undead kind.” Said the lion in his pride. “Sparga, I have been watching this bloodsucker move around the dungeon

rallying up the allies of our camp. I believe this dark fiend. I have fought countless battles with this creature.” Said the alpha male Lyonists. “Then we have come to a conclusion. We will trust you dreamwalker, but if you cross me I will send you into the netherplains where you came from.” Said the harsh raspy voice of Sparga. The lions went back to sleep and began to slumber back into their dreams worlds. The vampire sent a telepathic message to the little prince and told him to sleep well. The vampire searched his mind for his past. He seen images of his father General Vega fighting off a countless number of Draconians. He then explained to the boy mentally so he could understand. The boy finally understood the concept of death. He began to whimper, but the vampire gave him comfort and told him that his mother was in a better place. The Vampire told him that he will grow to be a heroic hero of folklore. That his name would be sang amongst kings and queens all through out the region. The young child barely could grasp his reality. But he understood that Tyrendril was his friend. Someone he could count on. The child didn’t understand the concept of destiny and could’t grasp what being an adult would be like. All he could envison was colorful things that made him smile and laugh, and when he was hungry. Tyrendil would come by and give him treats. Jojo the last king of your destiny. I hope you know that your gods cast their eye to watch over you while you slumber. Now sleep my child and let not the curses of the living bother your journey. Young Royal One. The dungeon illuminated with tourches under the quiet night. The stars stood in the sky drawing a map for the vampire whom nothing of this child. He knew that his mind and the little prince giggled as he slept. The vampire began playing strategy games with the boy to cultivatehis mind and prepare the boy his journey. The game was a game of hand to hand combat slapping one anothers face telephathically. The boy began to respond with laughs and feelings that made the vampire want also wanted to drain the boys life force and drink his plasma. But, he subdued his urges and began to increase the boy’s thinking capacity by giving him some of his own mind. The two played for hours finally going to sleep…

Chapter # 3

The price for Freedom

The early dawn light blaired through the dungeons like a sunset from the heavens. The air smelled as sweeter as it ever did, the smell of honey glazed hogg a delicacy made famous by orcs in the eastern parts of the continent. The horns blew with trumpets and cheers. Draconian Newts roared and hiss in delight. The floors in the dungeons was cleansed by floor cleaning senior salamanders whom plan to retire at the age of a hundred or so. Draconians mate with female Salamanders and lay eggs up to eight or nine spawnlings at a time. The female Salamanders were blessed with mana to cast spells and Draconian witchcraft while males were the grunts that fought unless they were spell casting lizards. The prince Jojo got up and picked up a small wooden dagger and fenced with the air. The vampire’s shadow kept watch while the dark servent slept fenced with Jojo while his soul was slumbering in the astral plane. In the country of Ra’ Shora South of the bridge of Dru’Laza. The sun came up and the sun set in Ra’Shora, unaffected by the curse of sacrificial magic in Gorum. The Everwinter Night didn’t snowin Ra’ Shora. The two continued to fence in the early mourning while everyone slumbered in the mourn. Margret and Albert Thistledown woke up from eachothers arms and looked into eachother’s eyes. They awoken with a kiss on eachother’s lips. “Top o’ the mournin’ to you love. Look at prince dashing leaping about swining daggers with Tyrendril’s shadow. Damn undead and their magical spells, vampires give the willies’ Margret, they don’t eat food, breath or take bathes. Yet he’s always clean intresting.” Said Albert Thistledown. “Albert, that vampire is the only chance we have to making an escape from leaving this god ridden dungeon. We need him to save poor little Jojo, growing up in a death race where survival depends on moving each other first or the enemy. I cannot fathom a place like this for a child to grow in. Said Margret Thistledown who awoken to a clean cellar.

“What, children grow faster when they are force to hide and be quiet among giant sadistic Draconian jailers. It gives a five year old discipline amongst hostile creatures. Had my mother been a Draconian jailer. It gives a five year old discipline amongst hostile creatures. Margret gave a short gesture after hearing that comment and began picking up wooden daggers off the floor. Margret began to wake up the Sithammma people for chow and their daily exersice regiment. The Sithamma people consisted of one female in her forties propibly a mother and three males all middle aged or close to their forties. All the Sithamma in the cellar gave the child of the queen an extra serving of bread rolls. This would keep the boy from starving and he’ll grow to be strong thought the villagers with their basic understanding of nutrients. They believe this boy to be fed more but lack the nesessitties to feed him. They ate half potions just to keep him strong. When everyone was done eating they watched the Prince Jojo, swirl in spinning archs like a tiny ballerina, the vampire’s shadow grab the boy’s hand and began wrestling with the boy. He smiled and giggled the whole time enjoying his adolescent mind. Simple things was the only objects that circulate his naive mind. Food, playing, sleeping, using the bathroom. As Tyrendril slept dreaming about himself why did playing with this child make his being feel strange. He felt comion a feeling void from vampires. Margret turned around and gave a breadroll to Albert Thistledown. “Whats this for. The Sithamma people want to pay us for giving them exercise training for sword fancing and drills. These drills kept them alive for almost years now. They are grateful.” Said Margret Thistledown. “What about Prince Charming, he ate? As much as he been movin’ looks like a little gnome dancer, prancing in his little world of cobbled stone castles. picking pebbles to make a castle. Can’t wait to see him around other children. What about our escape plan.” Albert Thistledown drinking a wooden mug of leftover wine. “Grammel is the closest town North of Ra’Shora. The only town past the undead bridge, our home. Vampires flogging human traitors day n’ night. Cages in front of road lamps to stone a man to death for cheating his taxes. Even a tourching every now and them, home sweet home, aye love.” Said Margret Thistledown. “Yeah, damn vampire lords. They think they can do anything because they are a

higher breed of people then us, Damn wretched bloodsucking fruit bats. Hallow creatures superior only for their dark powers. Had I had those damn dark powers l would’ve gone anywhere but Grammel. Two generations of thistledown destroyed by vampires and their evil exploits. When that lazy Draconian sloth Ra’ Dragore arrive we’ll make Tyrendril to make prepreations for our escape. Said Albert Thistledown. The dungeon began to quake from battles in the collosium. Dirt and debris began to spill from the ceiling. Sunset came and screams of dieing creatures seared the sky’s orange collage. When the stars came. Lazy Ra’ Dragore came and sat on his bench in a corner and slumbered right into sleep hugging his blanket. Lazy lizard thought Allbert Thistledown was sleeping and paid no mind to his sleeping. As the Draconian slumbered into the evening they gathered around the vampire in the rear cave where the vampire’s casket layed. The lid plopped open and the vampire levitated into a standing position. He then noticied that the entire dungeon wing was waiting for the undead lord. The vampire used a low level spell and bubbles or suds of intoxications induced the dragon to sleep. The Draconian’s keybelt was hanging from his sash around his waiste. The Vampire pulled his chain pullie that was sed to lasso the key free from the dragon’s belt. The vampire threw his chain fifteen feet missing occasionally, but when he did catch the key chain loop. The draconian began to slide on the bench he was sitting on from slouching. The keys hit the floor. The snoring draconian tumbled over the keys. Instantly the vampire yank the chain and the key chain flew into the hands of the vampire Tyrendril’s hands. The vampire release the magical bracers around the chains and began to make his rounds flying into the dungeons cages freeing the cages with the dungeon keys. The group consisted of two Draconians in armor morphed by the vampires magic. Two Dark Samarians, two lion Samarians, two Dwarves and three tann skinned Sithamma survivors and four undead zombie villagers creeping in the collosiums dark torch lit corridors. They were walking in the collosium’s circular outer ring. The desquised Draconians scouted first and waited in the shadows until the pathway was cleared from patrols. The batallion of escapees came to a storage cellar behind a thick wooden carved door with Draconian text, the text was Draconian writing containing letters that read “storage cellar.” A door right beside the storage cellar opened into a watch post for Draconian scouts to lounge and drink ale. The troupe of escapees moved with uncanny speed and the lion Samarians picked up the dark skinned Samarians and put them on their backs to find cover. The dungeon cellar that the escapees were housed in contained reflective magic that barred everyone’s magical bracers. These bracers were a gift to those who

survive countless battles that bond to the souls of the s. Mandela and his son Wantabe was hoisted into a celling corner wear the lions, wedging themselves into the ceilings fixture over the Draconians heads. The rest of the band dove into the storage cellar. Tension risen on the escapees necks and their hearts was beating. A glowing arrow appeared on the bow’s notch. The arrow fired an explosive arrow into the Draconian’s skull and exploded. The impact sent shards of Draconian scales flying like dust and debris in the wind. The implosion would have destroyed a stone wall but the arrow left a small hole where flesh was incenerated. The lion Sparga leaped down from the ceilings corner ridge and landed on his paws with Watabe on his back. The lion Sparga moved like a cheetah as he pulled his dual sabers from his magical bracers. The embulem on Sparga’s bracer was of two crossed sabers and when he pushed the button on his bracers. His magical weapons came out of the bracers. The lion with Watabe on his back leaped up and plunge his double schimitar in a arch killing the Draconian with a stab into the Draconian’s maw. The Draconian died gurgling at the enchanted blades spewing blood into the dual schimitars. The dark skinned Samarian fired another arrow into the creatures eye and the Draconian’s face exploded like woodchips from a fortresses’s door, pelted by a battering ram. The explosion sent the lion skidding on the floor’s stone floor. The lion turned around and roared at Mandela. “My apologies Sparga, in battle some actions need to be taken to ensure our apparent victory.” Said Mandela hanging from Lyonitist’s clutches from the ceilings square fixture. The Draconian survive the blast and recovered losing his eyes and scales from the exploding arrow tearing the facial tendons. Sparga sprinted and pounce on the dragon’s eye and plunge the sharpen schimitar into the lizard’s opening. The opening was around his hard plated scales. The schimitar dug into the creatures skull and the draconian hissed to its death. The Dwarven brother’s group headed into the storage room right before the Samarians and their skirmish. The heavy engraved door opened into a cellar filled with wine barrels and a fire place with rugs and furs. Weapons stood on walls aligned with axes, swords and spears, halberds crossbows and other Draconian armor. “Ra’ Nouka yo sibling cooked this roasted mammoth from a fire pit in the ground and use lava rocks to cook the meat. Ra’ Nouka tell your brother I enjoyed his banquet for the sun dragon festival.” Said the Draconian Guard in a snarling voice.

“Ra’ Zaga I well comply dragon brother. I will tell him your compliments. Said the other guard next to Ra’ Nouka. The Mugspewter’s stumbled in and intensity filled the room. It was like being in a collosium filled with trolls. Ivan and Stephen stared at the Draconians. The Mugspewters moved on shear survival instinct, they charged the Draconian Guards and pushed their magical bracers. Mithril plates circled the twin dwarves and formed armor like a domino set of magical Mithril plates. The Mithril covered the dwarves like a sheet of steel. The Draconianspunched Ivan the blonde haired Dwarf with two braids and the impact bang loud like a bell tome. The Dwarf planted into the wall like a iron stud. Ivan landed and hit the wall with a loud thud. Stephen the orange beard ran up and leaped forward and grabbed on the Draconian guard that pummeled Ivan into the wall. The zombie villagers came and assisted the Dwarven gladiator punching the invulnerable Draconian serpent on his head. The Draconian was unphased by the Dwarves powerful smites. The Dragon Guard brandished a giant great axe bigger then the Dwarves whole body and came with mighty cleave. Sparks of blue sparkling magical flames bounced off the Dwarve’s mithril armor, his feet dug into the stone cobbled floor peeling back stone and rubble. The Dwarf Stephen caught another boot to the mid-section and floated in mid air. The band of undead zombies grabbed swords and spears on the walls and attacked the Draconian. The zombie with half his brain slipped in front of the Draconian guard trying to stab the salamanders throat. The zombie stood on all fours as the undead looked up. A heavy axe sheared the zombie in half sending blood and green rotten flesh spilling on to the floor. The scene was a dreadful scene to the seasoned gladiator fighters, execution was common to the gladiators. The wife of the zombie shrieked with a shrill. Her special bracers called forth an ice wand from their countless battles in the collosium. She wept as she summoned a icicle towards the dragon from her mentally handicapped husband from having his brain split in battle against a swamp ogre. Endless nights of undead ion ruined her heavenly oasis outside the collosium. The icicle smashed into the dragon’s eyes and froze the dragons face. The Draconian’s head was covered in ice like a frozen mountain with ice dew spirialing down his face. The dragon stumbled around and hacked the zombie’s body in half with a galeful hack that sent the woman’s upper body flying towards Ivan the blonde beard. She schreeched to her horrifying demise. “Awwweeee. Mary, they got ye. Damn I like that undead wench.” Said the wide eyed Dwarf.

The other Dwarf Stephen the orange beard pulled a warhammer and mauled the Draconian and smite the Draconian with the ice on his head. Stephen charged the brain frozen cold blooded serpent and came with a downward smash with such furry the dragon’s head exploded into a millon crystal fragments like sparkling mist. The orange, redish and blueish hue ice particles shattered on the dragons shoulders. Two more Draconians appeared from the entrance, the gladiators looked in aghast, they grimanced at their comrades layed chopped in pieces by the hulking beasts. “Wait its me, Tyrendril. Albert and I are in disguise looking for cage carts to leave this nightmare. Look we found these cages made of iron, Let us be off.” Said the harsh growling cackle of Tyrendril transmogriphied as a Salmander guard. “Look at prince charming, sitting in the cage with his little gold hairpin crown. If I wasn’t human boy, I’d eat you right now my little runt. Those undead from Gorrum will be missed. Let us leave.” Said Albert Thistledown in a warped lizard’s voice. Margret Thistledown stood inside the cage holding prince Jojo Sithamma and Three of the Sithamma people, a woman and two males. The Samarian Lions came with their dark skinned counter parts and approached the cage. “Everyone get in the steel cage. We are going to pretend to be slave autioners in Gorrum. We will devise a counterfeit document and escape into Grammel the vampire carberet.” Said Tyrendril in his Salamander disquise. “I have seen where an exit is in this collosium. The Westwing is a exit into the Market of Ra’ shore. After that will head south into the city’s exit.” Said Albert Thistledown. The cage full of slaves exit the collosium into Ra’Shora’s market district filled with an odd sound of horns that fiddled and charged with intervals of high then low pitch. The sound had more bass then a flute but the sound was haunting like wailing siren mourning her lovers lost. The Draconian in leather jerkins walked about playing bagpipes that had horns on their bags. Dragons wrestled in the streets. Drunk Draconians spit fire as they vomit from their dragon tonic ale made from dragon ivy and grog. The cage and their slave drivers drove their cage south ing shops and other merchant tents. The dragon city filled with

buildings that look like spires and was decorated with dragon wings. The tents had serpents embroided in gold stitching in red velvet. The entourage came across a gambling hut in front of a dragon stable. The ranch was filled with black, blue, green Dragon wings that were a different element and type of dragon. These Dragons hissed and had a spade split in their mouths like a horses. They came across some two Draconians rolling some square dice. “Ra’ Torrin, I know you my pig headed newt. Your next roll can’t exceed my count, your fire in your testicles not be enough to light a torch.” Said the dragon mount wrestler. “Ra’ Soy Soy, I shall amputate your dragon gall if ye beat my double pair of sevens you amphibian gecko I will let you walk with a Black Dragon Wing.” “What Ra’ Torrin, Ye think seven is a high number huh you sloth brain reptilian night crawler. You shall feel my wraith Ra’ Torrin your luck be as bad as a bear sticking his nose in a beehive.” Said Ra’ Soy Soy rolled the two large block dice the size of human palms onto the cobbled pavement. The dice clunk with a metallic sound of iron that weighted as much as a dwarven cannonball. The dice rolled knocking dust as stones bounced around knocking dirt particles into the air. The dice came to a slow roll and anticipation kept. The overgrown lizard’s eyes wide. Double sixes. The roller Ra’ Soy Soy rolled two sixes and got on his knees and howled like a hyena in the night. He cackled and danced about tapping his heels like a leprechaun. The cage driven by slave drivers approached the dancing Draconian. “I just won dark wing, my dreams will come true. I will never steal another over grown bat in my life. I am tired of grey dwarves and their magical bolts in my hide Ra’ Torrin. I am going to fly to Ragnorok the wealthiest lairs for promonient salamanders. I’ll be premier Drake, my dragon mistresses will be plump as bullfrogs with smaller warts like camellions.” Said Ra’ Soy Soy. “I’ll bet you double or nothing.” Said Tyrendril in desquise. “What. Who you be, your scales smell different like a eles not quite like dragon. Not like us but an aqutic creature. Who do ye be. I am the dragon thief Ra’ Soy Soy.” Said Ra’ Soy Soy. “I am Ra’ Torrin, ye must be new around here my reptilian gambler. Double nothing huh, pretty damn bold commin’ into a den of dragon thieves to bet. What

are you a lion hunter or a circus full o’ human wenches. Ye gonna peg them with yer scaley ampendage, didn’t know it was that small. Ha,ha,ha. A slave driver my kind o’ bandit.” Said the harsh baratone of the Ra’ Torren. “My name is Eargon, me salamander hides been around Ra’Shora for almost thirty years now my cold blooded friends. Ready to roll already ye half witted crocodile.” Said Eargon the slave driving Draconian. “Strange name, ye must be one of those regant salamanders from Ragnarok the high class lizards. Don’t expect to eat gryphon blood on your wild boar here Eargon. Whats yer wager?” Said Ra’ Soy Soy in a harsh snarling grunt. “I have these Samarian lions whom slayed thousands of Draconian Slave drivers in the lands they came from. These lions are outlawed Dragon Slayers whom pillage and ate Dragon scales with their own maw’s Dragon Scales!” Said Eargon the disguised lizard. “Look we got a human child, this boy would make a fine roasted man in a stick, his slender skin and blood is pure like milk from a wolly mammoth’s mother. The other humans are his guardians made well with spicy seasoning from being in the tropical climate. Lets roll ye dragon wrestlers before I get up and put you in a Dragon Sleeper.” Said Ra’ Soy Soy. Eargon picked up both dice and ed one dice to Ra’ Soy Soy. The two will roll single dice to see who will roll first. Three out of five rolls will win the dragon wing or slaves from the driver. Ra’ Soy Soy rolls a five, the second highest number to a six. The slave driver Draconian whispered something into the dice. He then rolled a six. “My go first ye soft belly snake. If I roll a double six or five yer done Ra’ Soy Soy, yer serpent lover is mine!” Said the Draconian Slave Driver. Ra’ Torren began stomping his feet like he was dancing grunting sounds like an ape, when Albert Thistledown saw this he mimick the dragon’s connetation. The dice game became a gorilla’s haven for gambling. The jungle began to rumble. The dice rolled for mulitipile rolls until double digits came abouts. Eargon rolled a double four. The roll was pretty tow so he moaned with disappointment. Ra’Soy Soy picked up the dice and intensity filled the gambling circle like a king’s ransom was on the line. A crown or a guillotine with a roll. Eargon rolled a double six and the dice pit became a gladiatorial spectacle, the dragon’s den leaped up into

an uproar dropping eachothers scaly claws like a fist dap. The disquised Eargon, covered in vampiric mana congradulated the other disquised Albert Thistledown. “By the Grand Salamander’s flame. We did it Eargon, me dice throw precise like a collosium’s newt for his first ceremonial kill whenhe is coming to age. Darkwing is ours Ra’ Soy Soy!” Roared Tyrendril Souleater in his mock speech of the Draconian’s tounge. “Ho, Ho. By the dragon’s fire pit, ye did it. Let us be gone from this thieves den in the night the full moon be upon us. We must go Eargon. Said Albert Thistledown trying the best he could in Draconian speech not to give out their desquises. “Curses to you. Eargon just your strange name boils my cold blooded hide. The dice roll was rigged, ye did something strange ye odd smelling lizard. Now if the smell of mana is on ye scalley claws, I will slit ye dragon’s maw with me schimitar. Let me see yer claws.” Ra’ Soy Soyspoke with such fever the ground began to quake from his maw crackling flames around Ra’ Soy Soy. The heavy dragon in his silver and black platemail was filled with scratches and nicks from skirmishes and escapees from dragon robbery. Ra’ Soy Soy and Ra’ Shora approached the vampire Tyrendril and turned over his claws. “Ye stench give some sort of strange smell. the smell of blood thirst and hunger for humans. The smell is like a bat or a leech, this be the smell of a vampire. Ye be a vampire Ra’ Shora!” Yelled the enraged Draconian Salamander. The morbid souless Tyrendril’s paw opened like a mouth with tiny teeth and out came a coil of blackmambas that leaped on the dragon’s face. The black serpents began bitting and spitting venom on Ra’Soy Soy. “Aaaarrrgghhh!SSSS, SSSS, Die ye mangy dog!” Said the bumbling Draconian reaching for his heavy giant schimitar. He pulled his schimitar and charged the oversized vampire, he ripped the black snake from his face. Ra’ Shora was next to the bumbling Draconian. Ra’ Shora began to spew flames from his maw, fumbling from the venom in his eyes. “Noooo. Protect the prince!” Said the three remaining Sithamma.

The flames came crashing down and incentrated the cage into molten lava. The Sithammas died protecting their last heir to the Sithamma Kingdom. The Samarian lions fur also burned like a torch on sewing yarn. The lions roared to their demise. The people screamed as their flesh bubbled and charred from the flames as they screamed into Nirvanna from the Ra’Shora’s flame goult. The tiny prince Jojo hid under the flaming bodies with Margret Thistledown. The Dark Samarians also burned from the flames. “Wwwwaahh!” Cried the sweltering cage of Jojo’s melting protectors. “God save the queen. Margret Jojo we need to rescue prince Jojo he’s burning underneath the steel cage.” Said Albert Thistledown. Horrified from the sight of their allies burning under the Dragon’s flame. Albert Thistledown came with a bull rush and pulled the heavy mace from the Draconian with the black mamba over his face. Albert Thistledown’s magical spell was transfigured with the strength of a Draconian which was equivalent to a ogre or a hill giant. Albert Thistledown pulled the heavy anvil like mace and smash the scales of the ensnared Draconian Dragon until the dragons face looked like a crumbled stone on a castle’s wall. The impact from the mace was like a stone wall pelted by a catapult’s builder. The unconsicous dragon slumbered into the afterlife as the creatures skull leaked with blood from the hemorrhage. The desquised Albert Thistledown reached into the melting cage and pulled little Jojo whom cried and was sweating from the molten steel glowing like oranage lava. The molten steel was illuminating like a pool of flames as the Dwarven brothers covered Margret and Jojo from the flames. The dragon Ra’ Soy Soy the dice roller charged the Vampire Tyrendril with a forward thrust. Tyrendril went into evasive action. He then tumbled into a roll and the dragon turned with a spinning back slash. He then began to fire spewing, liting the ground on fire underneath the Vampire. Tyrendril summoned a bone spear made of Necro mana from the underworld, a spell made by powerful omni Vampire lore whom punctured and impaled the Draconian Dragon wrestler. The bone spear began to clatter like teeth vibrating from Tyrendril Souleater’s Vampire magic. He launched the javelin into the draconian Ra’ Soy Soy and the spear stood enlodge into the tumbling Ra’ Soy Soy. “This be me last ride. Me father was always a drunken Salamander n’ beat me sinceless. Stealing n’ pillaging, is all me kind know. I’ll see you again one day at the Grand Lizard’s nest in the sky. Said the hysteria dieing lizard.

The bone spear was eating the flesh and blood of the Draconian whom died slowly still charging the standing Vampire with the last of his strength in his Draconian costume. Albert Thistledown’s men walked into the wrestler’s den and boosted a dragonwing from the den. Albert carried the sole remaning child of Sithamma and carried him on the Dragon Dark Wing’s saddle, Margret kissed the boys cheek. The Dwarven Mugspewter boosted another Dragon wing. “Tyrendril we won the bet, so it is only fair to steal dark wing. Our commarades lay in ashes, let us have a moment of silence to commemorate our fallen allies. Let us grab Dragon Wing before any sentries come. Said the Dwarven Brother boosting a Dragon Wing mount. “We won it fair and square. Just because I look like a Draconian Raider doesn’t mean I have to be one. Lets be off before other salamander spot us making our escape.” Said Albert Thisteldown on the dragon’s saddle. Tyrendril Souleater hopped behind the desquised Albert Thisledown and rode off. Albert Thistledown’s wife stood behind Albert and held onto his waste for survival. The Darkwing’s black luster glimmer in the sky. The serpent’s body glistened like black plate mail in the dark mid-night. Other Draconian mages and gaurds patrolled the skies and watched the air traffic of flown caravans and dragon cavaliers. A Dragoon soldier stopped the guards before leaving the city Ra’ Shora. “Halt, ye smell strange in the dark o’ night me soft belly snakes. I never smelled the scent of that mana before. Not Draconian, but the stench of Dragon’s blood be upon yer talons. Who do ye be newt.” Said the patrolling dragoon. The Dragoon Knight had a helmet with spires on his head and shoulders like a rino in a green mantel. The dragonian symbol of a Grand Salamander with Celtic rings, the rings aligned the dragon like rings intertwined on a dragon and a cross. The Vampire desquise of Tyrendril Albert in the rear and Margret holding Jojo cramed in the middle of the two dragons held Jojo the prince from falling from her hands. The Dwarven Mugspewters rode underneath Tyrendril. “Hold yer tounge, I be the Draconian raider Ra’ Somba. I plan to camp my human slaves to attract some undead from Gorrum and use their bones for Draconian magic, is that a problem ye over grown toad?” Said the Dragon driver hiding in the bustle of air traffic. The Draconian speech was aggressive so any

weaknes in yer speech against the Draconian Salamamders may prove fatal. The Salamanders speak similar to Grey Dwarves or Drow. Their demeanor are like Samarian lions or kolbolts in the West of Gorrum. “Ra’ Somba, you sound like a worthy Draconian mage. What is that strange mana I smell off thee, Dragon mage. From thee look o’ thee ragged armor ye brandish, ye must not be that grand. Well, Ra’ Somba ride carefully and bother no one, be prepare for death if you run into any trouble along your path. Be gone!” Said the stationed patrolmen dragoon. “We shall ye pestering newt, bother me no more knave.” Said Ra’ Somba the camflagueing Vampire Knight. The ride out of the collosium city of Ra’ Shora smelled of Draconian mating and boiled bones of a number species that reeked to the humans. To Tyrendril the smell was intoxicating to the undead Vampire Lord Tyrendril. The skies from the view of the city was like a festival of lanterns. The grounds was filled with bon fires and music that sounded like tree nymph folk music yet the instruments were loud like war drums. The string instruments were not soft like harps, they sounded like lyre’s and mandolins that wailed instead of sooth. The escaping Draconian and poor prince Jojo whom did not understand the weight of his families lost. His infant mind could not comprehend the brutal invasion on his family’s kingdom. He rested his head on the shoulder of Margret Thistledown whom held him to her bosom as they flew 10,000 leagues into the sky…

Chapter # 4

The simple mind of a care free child

…” My gold is the nourishment to a rogue’s body. My yellow eyes are imbued with the greed o’ the rogue god Greygoose. The god of coin and metal. My hands hunger for the thrill of stealing and raiding. I try my best not to kill the innocent. I only rob the rich for our guild’s domain. I lurk in the sewers of the vampire lord’s keep. Underneath Mount Mundore the blood of sacrificies washes into the sewers of the rogue’s guild The Eyes of Gold. When I came of age. I became renown for stealing the Vampiric Lord’s sword Vu’Shokk. It made the Vampires hunt us like quail in the frozen sky of Gorrum. The Dark Overlord Sifth Mundore retrieved the sword of his forefather’s back to the catacombs of Mount Mundore. They hated the rogue’s guild but they respected our Swift cleverness skills of escape and evasions. My story travels beyond the time of my world.”-Journal of Sir Greygoose commander of the rogue’s guild The Eyes Of Gold.-

Darkwing’s wings flapped in the night. The dragon landed on a long bridge filled with bones that was held together by Necro mana. The bridge has magical wards that hold the founding Vampire Dru’Laza’s soul ensnared to the bridge between Ra’ Shora and Gorum. This bridge used an enchantment in the night that walkers could not cross without a magical madallion. The dragon landed on this bridge and the bridge used an enchantment that prevented the ariel flight of air traffic. The skies were prevented of entry by an unknown blanket of clouds that keistered the ariel flight of air traffic. The atmosphere of the bridge was thick and pushed the flyers down like a net catching fireflies in the sky. The serpent Darkwing landed downward toward’s the landing site next to the bridge’s entrance. A festival of lights was delightful to the youthful eyes of prince Jojo, his innocence was something dear to Margret Thistledown whom watched her son and daughter die in the collosium of death. They were shackled to the chains of the gladiatorial sports of death by Draconian slave masters. The dark skies was binding the light of the gadgets made by the Gnome crafters whom smith

and craft Caravans of machines with mana empowered steam machines made by Gnomes with pudgy fingers. Their clothes were made of heavy cotton and other forms of fabric unknown to the humans and creatures to the realm of Gorrum. The small town of Gnomes had lights that blinked and steam powered machines that pound and thump in the night. Though it was early in the mourn the sky was always dark in the vampire’s realm of Gorrum. The music of the Gnomes of the gageteers were violins and cymbols drums with sneers and other stringed instruments that sounded like a mandoline. “Margret these boys and girls look like me but old. Who are they? Asked the intrigued infant. “Prince Jojo, these little gnomes are small human like creatures like you and I, but they are not human. They cousins to the human dwarves and elves. What do you want to know Jojo.” Said the foster mother of Prince Jojo. The boy had only a primitive idea of what these machines did, in his eyes these machines were giant walls like his baby’s den. The bright colors made the boys brain tingled with joy from the steam powered motors powered by lightning eels that power the gnome’s town. “Ha, ha, ha, I am having the time of my life. The lights make me feel funny, like I am floating into the sky. I love this place Margret.” Said Jojo with his little dimples. “Me too.” Said Margret who walked holding the prince in her arms. The entourage walked towards the Gnomes town and was in wonderment at the remarkable sight of the steam powered town. The group walked through smiths and laboratories of Gnome inventors that made noises that were pings and pangs that banged in the night. The gadgets and machines were made to dig banging to the rythem of the town. The machines made the Gnomes go subterranean into the catacombs of the undercity of the Dark Elves. They came upon an Inn that was a tavern for drunkards and hungry costumers for the famous gnomish subturrainian grub worms and basilisk that dwell in the undercity spitting clouds of petrifying mist that turn any creature That wasn’t a gnome into a statue. These giant chicken like basilisk taste like rotisserie hen and chicken broth. The gnome’s pinch their food with rock salt to give the earth’s minerals to the gnome’s natural hunger for the stone.

“What be ye needin’. Ye quench for the taste of grub with rocksalt and potatoe broth the infamous taste of the honey glaze basilisk hen with granite dust. Made for a gnomish king only welsh dark elf drow buy the hen’s massive breast and wing. By the stone, what ya be needin?” Said the Gnome bar keep with the white gold tee and bald head. “Gnome dishes be hard to bite, but what does your blood ale taste like. It does well for the quarkyies of a vampire. Albert Thistledown what will you two be havin’?” Said Tyrendril Souleater the pale haired vampirelord. “Tyrendril, me and Margret be famished. We need something that fill our empty stomachs that hunger for poltry only basilisk can fullfil.” Said Albert Thisteldown the peppered haired man. “That’s fine.” Said Margret Thistledown the short curly haired brunette. “Food, I am hungry. Ty-Tyrendril. You got any juice.” Said the infant Jojo. “We need some gnomish grub worms and honey glaze basilisk with the pinch of rocksalt and granite dust.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “What about the blood ale me vampire lord, What does ye be needin’ when it comes to the blood alchohal. We have gnomish blood doners of dark elf’s blood. Dark elf blood be the most expensive.” Said the barkeep gnome with the googles on his head. “I’ll take the drow’s blood.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “That will be five silvers.” Said the gnome barkeep. “I have this medallion I found off of Sparga the Samarian. It has powers. What an you give me? Said Margret Thistledown. “Margret you got that off of one the lions. Good work Margret now we got something to barter with. What about you two Ivan Stephen, What will you two be drinking?” Said Albert Thistledown. “Me n’ me brotha Ivan be needin’ o’ some Gnomish grog engine oil. Me need a pick me up from our fallen allies. The gnome grabbed the enchanted Draconian

coin with the symbol of dual schimitars and push the button. The coin opened like cylinder mechinisim and turned into two schimatars that illimunated with an aura. “A hundred gold, good amount considering where it came from. That’s good.” Said the welsh barkeep. “This trinket is worth a thousand gold coin but I will let it go for a hundred. Said Margret the Arms trader. Margret put prince Jojo on the ground. Prince Jojo wondered off into the tavern that sounded like pots banging on eachother with flutes and gnomish lyres that strummed fast tempo rythems. Jojo started dancing like the gnomes grabbed hands and spun each other, prince Jojo’s mind was astound by the rythem it made him. The purple lavender wearing Sithamma royal started hopping and leaping into a swan, he then fell and tumbled. The gnomish girls came and danced with him, he twirled a girl, then the girl gnomes twirled him. Gnome babies come out the size of normal babies but grew widen instead of taller. The gnomish women drank with Jojo howling with laughter. “My, My, little human. My little tan skinned boy, you dance like a goffer boy. If ye need a little groundhog lovin’ I be that rodent for you.” Said the pudgy fingered Gnome with the funny fingers. “This is fun. I never did this before. Margret come and dance.” Yeah, yeah, Ha,Ha,Ha I like you. Said Prince Jojo. “I like you too.” Said the gnome. The women gathered around the five year old boy and began to twirl the boy and taking turns hopping with him. The mugspewters sulking deameanor changed from sad to jovial. “I like dancing.” Said the smiling dimples of prince Jojo. “I like dancing too and tanned skinned boys that are cute.” Said a gnome dancer.

Jojo giggled and laughed, be began to sweat from the exersice. He could feel the sweat trickling from his head and arms. Jojo tumbled to the ground and kept laughing, he began to dance again. Mar gret came and dance with Jojo standing over the small gnomes dancing to the small drums and metallic bells and cymbols that made sounds like pings and pangs. “Jojo you enjoying yourself are you hungry, the food here.” Said Margret Thistledown. “Yeah, I am hungry Margret lets go eat.” Said Prince Jojo Sithamma. The two came and took seats next to Tyrendil Souleater and Albert Thistledown. The entourage of Jojo’s guardians. Tyrendril drank his darkelf drow’s blood and the blood was thick and tasted swwt like a raspberry vodka to the undead lips of the vampire. His eyes illuminated red in the sight of the dim lite tavern filled with gnome tinkerers. These gadgeteers spend west of their lives perfecting the mechanical mechanism skills of their machines, they sleep very little and work constantly. “Jojo, you enjoy that taste of honey basilisk. Do you know what a Basalisk is, it is a subterainian chicken that spits a cloud of petrifying spittle that turns a human into a stone. Is that tasty to you prince Jojo.” Said Tyrendril Souleater the pale haired vampire in brownish jerkins. “It taste good, it taste like chicken. Whats that your drinkin Ty-Tyrendril, I want some.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “You don’t want none of this young one. This is the blood of a darkelf drow, the liquid is thick like beef broth and the taste is sweet like raspberry. Only to a vampire, you know it can makeyou sick Jojo, so keep weary from elvian blood, its poisonous to you.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “Look at the little knight eat. As much as he eats, he will be as tall as me by next year. What much as he eats, he will be as tall as me by next year. What are you now Jojo, five or six?” Said Albert Thistledown in his brown papyrus rags worn from the Draconian collosium. “Five, I’ll be six soon.” Said Prince Jojo. A group of cloaked figures move into the Tavern” The spinning gear sprocket.”

These cloaked intruders had glowing red eyes, these cloaked intruders had glowing red eyes, these cloaked figures gave off some strange aura that made all the gnome’s powerstone to light up and alert them. The gnome’s powerstone was a device that detect strange anomylies that deal with evil or dark mana. The tavern began to whistle as something in the corners like a lamp stand for candles spun and whistled. The prince Jojo turned and noticied thegroup of devians that seemed and unseen under the cloak of the strangers with glowing red eyes. “What is it ye be needin. I get a kinda funny feelin’ from ye mista,’ better find somewhere else to stay for the night stranger, ye reek of something strange. The cloaked strangers cloaked came down and four devil spawns shown through their dark cloaks. These red skinned red eyed devils had horns and some sort of armor unseen to the gadgeteers. The devils sneered and pulled some sort of glowing cross bow and fired a bolt if energy that exploded the Gnome. The bar keep’s body exploded into tiny morsul of bubbling meat fragments. “Curses. Ivan grab the tables n’ chunk it at the devil spawn. Stephen take the lead and call upon ye enchanted mithril from the collosium. For Tragga, Hammer of the gods smite the enemies of me homeland.” Said Stephen the orange beard dwarven soldier. “For Tragga. Feel me rage devil sqawn. Feel my steel!” Roared the blonde Dwarven veteran. The coins they possessed turned into a mechanical wrap that enveloped into a steel blanket. The armor transformed into a steel wall over the Dwarven pair. Tragga was the Dwarven god whom protected Dwarves form rain, snow and wind, Tragga is a mountain that all Dwarven beings originated from. The party threw tables like catapults at the devil spawn shooting explosive energy bolts into the crowd. “Heavens run for cover. Run For Cover Gnomes!” The gadgeteers pulled their crossbows and fire countless bolts at the devil spawn. The devil spawns had some sort of magical shield that blocked the bolts from damaging the bodies of these errie blue armored devils. There armor illuminated with light mechanisms that the gadgetteers were unfimilar with. The entire town’s whistle alarm went off and a battallion of Gnome engineers came with magical wands and high powered cross bows that shot lightning, fire and ice. The entire rear room of the Spinning Sproket, was decimated from the blast form

the mana imbued weapons made from fire toads and Necromedia eels. These weapons the Gnomes were wielding, attached to natural creatures that used animals and their natural elemental powers as a defense against predidtors. “Grab prince Jojo and bring him here. Margret use your collosium’s bow and give us cover fire!” The man grabbed Jojo and summoned a giant barrier shield with his magical weapon from the collosium of Draconian. The giant tower shield materialized out of thin air and exploded from the Devil Spawn’s magical weapons. The giant tower shield was a wall of steel protecting the Thistledowns from fire. This weapon that the Demonspawn were brandishing was long with notches in the weapon’s steel frame. The lights around the steel weapon blaired like dragon’s fire. Margret summoned a bow from the astral plane and a glowing composite bow appeared out of the air. The bow was gift like the shield that appeared from Albert’s gauntlet. Arrows shot out her bow and exploded into the Devil spawn in blue steel. The Devil’s shield barrier deflected all projectiles form hitting the devil’s blue steel., when the volley of projectiles cease. The Devil Spawns shields went down. The Devil Spawns had to release there shields for an unkown reason. Ivan hit one of the Devil Spawn with a volley of wooden furniture. Ivan then charged the Devil Spawn and hit one of the Devils with a right cross and Stephen drop kicked a Devil Spawn through the tavern’s wall simultaneously in a coordnated strike. Stephen grabbed the mechanical weapon from the creature’s grasped then began striking the Devil Spawn upon his skull. “Raaahhhh! Dos Moden Vas haven liken, Dos Modem vas haven!” Screeched the horrifying voice of the Devil Spawn. The creature turned over Stephen the Dwarven oranage beard gladiator and dig his claw into his cheek. He grunted and reached for a stone, but the Devil Spawn threw a swift right cross that made the Dwarven’s head ring from the impact. A group of Gnomish gagetteers came in formation and fired numerous mana projectiles from their errie crossbows with the electric eels on their bows. The Devil Spawn, hit his left shoulder where a circular lever activated the creatures mana shield. Stephen pushed the Devil Spawn off him and ran for cover. Inside the Spinning Sprockett. Albert Thistledown kept pushing through the projectiles of the high powered hyper proton laser riffle that fired ten rounds per second. Marget kept firing rounds with her mana emepowered bow that she fired with rapid repitions, the mana blast exploded with lights like fireworks decimating

tables and chairs from its collium. “Shockren du Laven yas!” Commanded the leader Devil Spawn with the gold earrings. The shields went down again and that’s when Margret hit one Devil Spawn’s to the left of the leader with the gold earrings. The score of alter plane intruders warped into another time zone. These dark mauraders came from a random anomaly from the gadgeteers time machine. The time machine that allowed the travel of alternate universes with a sonar device, from Gorrum fire bats that live in caves away from the lands of Ra’ Shora. These bats are screeching using sonar magnified by funnels and amplifiers made by Gnomish inventors to reach the gaseous worm holes in space. The Devil creature that Margret hit with a explosive arrow crashed threw the tatch and wooden walls. Ivan the blonde beard took a Devil Spawn’s flank and unlatched the devil’s glowing mechanical saber that whistled and illuminated in the tavern’s dim torch lit tavern. The mechanical saber’s edge illuminated with a orange glow. Ivan turned around and took the Devil’s flank with sneak attack from the rear and hack the Devil creature’s arm off like a hot knife through butter. “Uber yas voden Hagen!” Screamed the Devil Spawn. The creature limped around like wounded gazelle. A crazed Gnome looked down upon the remains of his beloved wife of thirty or so years. The Gnome pulled a glowing planes shifter, a bomb in stupid people’s Lingo. The spinning whistle mechanism hummed like a humming bird then he leaped over the half remains of a slanting table. “For me woman Merma, die friends!” Said the suicidal gnome. “Everyone get behind the shield.” Said Albert Thistledown. Ivan ran leaped into a roll behind the giant tower shield, Albert ppulled Ivan underneath Jojo. Tyrendril fired a blinding spell of darkness that cause the Devil Spawn to be confused. “Whats happening?” Cried Jojo Sithamma. “Get down Jojo.” Said Albert Thistledown.

Margret fired one more arrow into the blue planes shifter and white blaire covered the entire Tavern. “Shockren lo Laven yas!” Commanded the Devil Spawn. The shields came up again form the blue plated Devils and the planes shifter exploded and nothing but dust and debree followed by blue flames decintegrated everything into dust and ashes. Minutes . The dust settled and the Devil Spawn still remainded standing, the armored devil servants still stood. The commander’s stop watched beeped with a sound unfamilar to the gnomes of Ra’shora. The creatures teleported with a blue transporter beam that seat the creatures back to space. The Devil Spawn disappeared into the skies beyond the stars beyond the stars into space. The gnomes of the town are gadgetteer’s whom live a life of constant research and improvement of the economic stability in the small gadgetteer’s town. Stephen the oranage beard picked up the laser assault riffle and the weapon was like second nature to a crossbow, the weapon had a trigger mechanisim that allowed the weapon to fire. Stephen fired the automatic laser riffle and the weapon’s proton rounds whisped into the Devil Spawn’s shield. The Devil Spawn disappeared into thin air. A blue illuminescent beam transported the creature into the sky like a ray of light. “By the stone. Never had me seen such a catastraphy, not in Tragga not even in Gorrum. Never return here fiends o’ the neither world.” Bellowed the oranage haired Dwarven gladiator. The silence was intense, like seeing of death of your closest friends and family slain by an unknown being or eaten by a wyrm. The intensity made the hearts of the Gnomes ache with pain and sorrow, this random accurrent was frequent from gagdetteers of Ra’ Shora. Their time machine and their alternate plains transporter was a nuiscence to maintain. Random Monsters came form an alternate reality to explore their realm. But, the Gnomes resourcefulness kept the Gnomish inventors alive. They confiscated all kinds of weapons and research them their. The Draconians of Ra’ Shora buy from the Gnomes and respected the little inventors as citizens of Ra’Shora the Draconian capital. The gnomes congratulated the dwarven gladiator for his aid against the devil spawn’s incursion. “Me Dwarven brotha thank you for yer aid in dispatching these Devil Spawn from the neither plains which they came from. If ye are in need o’ anything let me know.” Said the tower’s grand inventor elder with the long dragging beard.

“The mugspewter are renown for aiding against the quarrels o’ evil. Ye be n’ need o’ a shield n’ hammer we god ‘Tragga thee hardest mithril o’ thee west we protect ye. It is written in our creed o’ Dwarven religion. For Tragga!” Saluted the Dwarven Gladiator with the right over his left chest plate. Tyrendril and the Thisledown’s came out of the demolition rubble pile of the spinning sprocket. Tiny price Jojo smiled and laugh, unsure of what transpired only that the people of the gadgetteers town smiled and continued with the pings and pangs of their instruments. “Brotha you live, ye be fine, bless the stone.” Said Ivan Mugspewter whom kissed his brother from Tragga. “Aye.” Said Stephen the oranage beard. Tyrendril Souleater step forth and spoke to the grand inventor. “We our in need of supplies elder. We need food for our dragon mount and access through the undead bridge. If you possess it, may we have a gnomish trinket that will protect against the undead bridge. If you possess it, may we have a Gnomish trinket that will protect against undead Vampire magic across the bridge of Dru’Laza.” Asked Tyrendril Souleater the Vampire Lord. “Aye we do Vampire Lord, ye help save our town from maurauding Devil Spawns. We known little of where these invaders came from, or if they will return. We our thankful that ye saved our little village lads. The supplies ye humans need will be given to ye for saven our town. The generals market be two hops and a step to the entrance of the gagetteers town. Go and let the eternal mana guide yer eyes and ears.” Said the grand inventor. The entourage of prince Jojo disappeared into the market place near the entrance and inside into the general store. After buying pounds of raw meat covered in ice, the dragon wing ventured into the horizon.

Chapter # 5

The Vampire Caberet

The entourage of the prince of Sithamma entered the lantern filled Vampire city of Grammel. The undead bridge was a long walk filled with skeletons of Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Beasts like Ogres and Imps. The undead bridge gave off a stench of mildew and rigamortus, the bridge contained dust and debris filled with grime that has been their for eons, since the plight from the first vampire lords summoned here from the abyss. The bridge containded heavy gasses that held any traffic in flight to the ground of the undead bridge. The trinkets worn by the prince’s guardians prevented the necromancy from spotting the travelers, the trinkets were made by holy magic attatched to a spindle that hummed from the glowing illuminescent blue of the mana orb. The mana orb sizzled at the bridge and set enflamed skeletons that came charging the entourage into ashes. The Vampire god Dru’ Laza was the first vampire to cross the bridge and found the Mundore Kingdom of Gorrum. The Vampire across the bridge was a city filled with bright lights and constant wheels turning for gamblers and swindlers. The city of Grammel was filled with vampire whores in tight covered leather dresses that rivialed the most elegant designs of elven crafters of Dark Elf blade inscribers. The roads was stone, the homes of the humans were humble one story homes compared to the vampire lords of Grammel. Scalpers and Schemers were abundant Spinning wheels of whores and shackled maids spun bearly missing the edge of famous dagger tossers. Venders sold candies covered in honey caramel, other vendors were selling pints of blood alchohal that mixed ale meade with blood from tree nymph elves whom carried blood of pure eternal elven maids in perrel. The city Grammel was built on gambling and permiscues maids. Every female in Grammel was an entertainer whom dance, sing and con their customers. The dice tables were green valvet with paint and odd and even numbers. “Grammel. Home sweet home. My father was a violinist here whom studied under the composer Drike Von Heiser. The vampire composer hired my family

the Thistledowns three generations ago. The vampire raised my grandfather from a group of enslavers whom sold at a cheaper price for my father was a mute. He used sign language to communicate with Drike Von Heiser. Damn vampire con me out of a pension I was going to receive. it was later stolen.” Said Albert Thistledown. “I that fellow, the bald fellow with the scraggly white hair. His father spawned him twenty thousand years ago right after the undead bridge was formed entraping the soul of the first vampire lord Dru’ Laza.” “Hey prince Jojo, want to test yer luck young one. Do you think you can win us a new caravan wagon of maybe double our money. By the goddess Rugassa the hands of faith and luck, can do young prince with your cute dimples.” Said Margret Thistledown. “What, What cha want Margret?” Said Prince Jojo smiling. “I want you to roll these dice and win prince Jojo, can you do it young one?” Said Margret Thistledown. “Okay.” Said the smiling royal child. The Dicemaster gave the dice in a bowl and handed the dice to Margret. The Dicemaster looked like a jester wearing green, yellow and red silk tunic. The wagers bet a larger sum of money ever witnessed by the city’s folk. A couple of elder regents, one that look like business owners or artist crafters. A crowd began to gather around the child. “You hit this my little brown skinned runt and you will live an eternal life in grandeur. Do you think you got it.” Said the elder Saint Bennard face of the regant business owner. “What, you wager that high on that little boy. Rugassa doesn’t smile upon that boy, his face is a tad bit quaint. His cheeks be too full for scrawny boy.” Said Another welsh merchant in gems and jewels. “Whats yer wager my fair damsel with the boy. These two side wager yer roll with a five, nine and a six eight. Roll a seven or eleven and they pay a fee to yer winning roll.” Said the dicemaster dressed like a jester.

“Alright lets go.” Said Margret Thistledown. “For Tragga!” Said the Mugspewter brothers in unison. Margret picked up the from the dice master’s hands and blew upon it then ed to the boy. The boy carelessly threw the dice and the dice came to an elven. “Yeah!” Said the two trading merchants. “A hundred thousand gold!” Said the Saint Benard faceman. “A two hundred thousand gold wager and four emerald gems.” Said the jewelry wearing merchant. “By the gods of Rugassa. Prince Jojo you won the most magnificent prize for thirty pieces of gold. The thirty became three hundred thousand.” Said Margret Thistledown astonished by the win. “Tragga smiles upon ye laddie. We’re rich.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. Stephen looked wide eyed at the oranage beard Stephen Mugspewter, the Dwarf saw a gold poutch being gathered by the Dicemaster. The wide eyed Stephen watched as some creepy masked men wearing elaborate bird mask watched them as they pulled the win at the dice table. Under heavy mantle the two bird masked men stood scouting the gambling table, and their gold adourn shoulder plates made these strangers stand out. The masked men were thieves by the look of their gloves. The prince’s entourage cheered and leaped and click their heels together at the three hundred thousand gold. That sum was enough to buy a small manor and a castle if you wanted to. “Magnificient young one. Ye did the most important job of the night, and that is to expand our gold, ye be a blessing young one.” Said Albert Thistledown. “Lets us find an inn and rest for the night.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. Across the undead bridge into the Undead kingdom of Gorrum. The sky thickened with dark mist from the undead’s taint upon the land their. Vampire sacrifices that causes the land to be altered by the vampire’s perversion of cross

breeding creatures with human. Beasts and man cross breeding. Creatures eating human beings to sacrifice the dark urges of these Vampiric spawn. The tomes of undead Vampire lore is born from generations of vile acts causing humans to constanty revolt and rise against their masters. Grammel was a city filled with eerie sideshows and cryptic tombs filled with welsh vampire’s whom been slain. Their ashes are brought to keep in a saccaufigius to keep record of their achievements. The heroic band of travelers entered the inn at the Skeleton’s Keyhole. The inn was a bustle filled with live activity. The three story building had tiles made of engraved skulls crafted by morbid crafters whom duplicate the undead culture of the Vampire religion. The inn was filled with an errie classical sound of violins and a GrandPianos played as the girls in black leather langerae and silk stockings roam around like barwenches looking for customers. The women danced in unison kicking their legs up in the air as the servants in spider web design danced to the Grand Piano. The inn was farely large about fifty strides to and afro. The pianist played a classical tune mixed with drums, the beat was uptempo. The women in silk spider web like clothing came to the laquer varnished tables covered in a polish that made the place look a tad bit welsh. Tyrendril Souleater was being hit on by a vampire entertainer. She was being flirty with the handsome vampire dancer and leaped upon Tyrendril’s front row table. She leaped upon his lap with her fangs showing through her mouth. The Vampire fell for her charms, the succubus barwench began to seduce Tyrendril for coin. “Quite the dancer we have here, ye charmed me with yer long legs and beauty. Alas I cannot ressist the the charms of you my dancing maiden. The masked men with the elaborate bird mask sat at their table across prince Jojo stairing like gargoyles at the child and his group. The music was jumpy and it put the tavern’s patriots in a good aura. The barkeep came over to the prince child’s table and ed a menu made of paper from Tree Nymph Wood. The wood from the paper was scented like daisey’s from the Tree Nymph Paper. The menu read the “Skeleton Keys finiest dishes.” Gorrum Minotour meat, Necromedia Sea bass, Necromedia Ele that shock with each bite. Blood Golem meat on a massive platter. The food here was considered the most refined food of all of Gorrum in this caberet and inn. The stage was a platform on a mid height stage that rivialed the theaters of the capital of Gorum in Mundore. The Mugspewter looked at the vampire barkeep with the one glass rim around his eye and he spoke in a strange dialect to the humans tounge.

“Good evening my famished myzer ya. Ya need any service with the Gorum cusines, those dishes will enchant yer bellies with the feet of a dancing elf or the enchant ye belly in case ye craft better metal then the Dwarves. We have the finest dishes be made here at the Skeleton Key’s Inn. Been in service to all of Gorum since the birth of the vampire lords and mundore’s first ruler. Is there anything I can help you with, my human sloth brain humans. You even carry an infant with you funny.” Said the arrogant Vampire barkeep. Margret Thistledown and Albert Thistledown looked at eachother for a spell. What was to order, everything on the menu was so rich in flavor that they knew not what they wanted to order. Jojo the next to take the heir to the throne of Sithamma smiled his carefree smile. He tried to climb up to reach for a fire fly but the insect flew off. “We’ll have the blood golem on a giant platter and a few pints of berry tonic, bring some sweet goat’s milk for the boy. Mugspewter what ye be havin’?” Said Albert Thistledown. “Bring us a few mugs of Grammel’s grog and Dark Elf Vodka for Tyrendril, the vampire be needin’ some after that whore leaped on his lap.” Said Stephen Mugspewter the oranage beard brother. “Aye, Tragga’s mountain needs dew to sustain its hardness.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. Trendril Souleater kissed the succubus vampire with such intensity and sexual zest that the customers in the back to be aroused. “Take her to the room, take a stake n’ plant it to her bottom. Don’t break ye coffin neather vampire.” Said the bar patriot with the bald hand and heafty body. The entourage of the collosium escapers ate and enjoyed the food, belching and singsongs they knew form Grammel’s history. “Lets call it a night, me bum needin’ some rest from all this movement laddie. Damn blood golem meat taste better then rack of lamb or quail. Blood suckers know how to cook a meal.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. “Aye, Brotha, catch me one o’ them bar maidens at the counter. Got to hammer my chisel into stone. Damn blood vodka that the vampires drink. Its got a lot o’

kick to it.” Said Stephen the oranage beard a beard dwarf. The bird mask wearing strangers moved with very little effort and their quiet movements made the strange beings mysterious. No one but Tyrendril Souleater knew of their presence, the Vampire gladiator had senses unknown to humans and other lesser magical blessed creatures. Tyrendril Souleater laughed clutching the drunken vampire dancer. The vampire succubus laughed kissing Tyrendril on the cheek. The party went to their rooms and slept. The rooms upstairs had lanterns on the walls, the walls had polished lacquer with tapistries of woven religious antiques hung on the walls. Other religious gargoyles stood standing on a shelfs watching the prince. Jojo laughed and giggled at the drunken lot being jovial. Margret and Albert Thistledown slept in the room across from Ivan and Stephen with their drunken bar wenches that stood almost a foot taller then the four foot barrel chested misfits. Tyrendril slammed the drunken succubus wenches on the wall and began to undress the beautiful vampire dancer. The hallway was filled with moans and groans for hours. Silence came and lanterns on the wall blew out. The lanters was filled with fire flies that constantly remained illuminated, but the fireflies died, withering like leaves in autumn. Only the sound of the mantle on a pair of culprits swished in the silent evernight of Grammel. Tyrendril Souleater awoken in the slumber of the night. He arisen by a telekinetic pull that levitated the vampire with a vertical position as if he stood on his feet standing. The bird mask wearing strangers pranced like little faires floating on their tip toes in complete silence. The thief crept into the sleeping quarters of Albert Thistledown and Margret Thistledown. The two slept cuddling each other with Margret holding prince Jojo. Jojo had his small sleeping hands clutching the small gold coin poutch, the thieves came and lifted the boy out of Margret’s clutches with such gentle finess that the sleeping thistledown’s never even noticied. The prince unhanded the pouch and the long fingers of the thiefs had their fingers in a way that was like deliquently holding a tea cup. The prince awoken and look wide eyed, the five year old spoke. “Who are you?” Said Prince Jojo. “What little toadstool, we be the gold fairy young one.” Said the fancy tone of the bird masked thieves. The thief holding Jojo covered his mouth. The door swung open by some mysterious force and the door slammed onto the wall.

“What! Whats going on!” Said Albert Thistledown summoning a spike shield made of twisting spikes on a shield. “Jojo. Unhand him! Said Margret Thistledown whom summoned the magical composite bow from her magical bracers. Margret notched her bow and fired two arrows at once and the arrows exploded into the wall being the thieves. The rogues twisted their bodies like contortionist and the wall exploded into the other room. “I bid thee Ateau’. Said the pair unsion bowing like fancy butlers. The pair of bird masked thieves flipped in Ariel cartwheels and leaped forward. The pair of thieves jolted in a rush over a pair of sleeping merchants. The wooden window shattered into shards of a thousand glass shards onto the roof of a near by home. The rogues front flipped into a triple flip landing on the roof of the tiles like a cat thrown from a top building. The bird faced rogues ran with finness as they front flipped and landed on their toes like ballerinas spinning and fiddled with their hands like flutes. Tyrendril transmogrified into a pair of Cerbereus hellhounds with his Vampire magic and then chased after the magical enchanted rogues. The hounds pounced from roof to roof skidding tiles off the roofs of the buildings and the buildings cascaded debris of shattered clay. The Cerberus pair of hellhounds spewed flames upon the roof of the homes setting the wooden homes on fire. The homes caught flame and the thieves did spinning Ariel flips dodging the flaming gulfs of fire like acrobats at a circus. The acrobatic bird washed rogues flipped and twisted throwing daggers and shurikens at the hellhounds. The hounds caught some in their maws and spit them out, alternating heads to catch the projectiles form hitting the hellhound’s body. A few kunai, shurikens and daggers landed upon the hellhounds causing minor wounds to the hellhounds. One of the rogues came upon the western wall and leaped into a front flip quadruple flip onto the ground. The other rogue was mauled by both of the hellhound’s heads and was ripped apart like horses tearing a man into fours. The rogue with the bird mask was the sole survivor of the thieves and he ventured off into the night. The final rogue without legs or arms reached into his mantle’s top satchel and pulled a pin from the Plane Shifter’s Bomb. The hellhounds saw the area turn into a bright blair and the bomb explodes into a fireball of blue flames setting the hellhoundson fire as they morphed back into Trendril Souleater laying on his belly with his leather jerkins on fire.

“Damn, stupid rogues got away.” Said Tyrendril Souleater slumbering in the evernight of Grammel. …

…The camping gounds of the Moon Evermarshes smelled of toadstools and lillypads. The swamp reeked of fungai Bullfrogs and warts covered all the animals that lived in the MoonGlade Ever-marshes. The sounds consisted of frogs ribbiting, crickets singing, fire flies glowing in the swamp marshes like lanterns. The humans walked through the swamp with precaution from the savage wild trolls living in the Everglades of the swamp. Constant fireflies illuminated the marshes like a million lanterns swarming the swamp. The bird masked thief awoken the young prince with a kick under an oak tree. The child cried and the bells in his ankle bracket jingled. “Quiet stupid child, because of your lucky roll, you attracted my attention my little gold hogg. Your powerful friends slain my commrad brotha in my guild young boy. I should slit your throat boy, but, I could get some silvers for you. So quiet down or I will slice your throat from ear to ear.” Said the bird masked rogue. “I am sorry don’t kick me no more.” Said the prince Jojo Sithamma. The boy knew that in his young feeble mind that he was no longer a prince. Royalty was not in his tittle no more, he was just a slave. Enslaved to the rogues of his capture, unknown of their orgin. The rogue counted his coin and slap Jojo from time to time to please his sadistic urges. The rogue boiled some rabbit brothe and made a bowl for the captured boy. Jojo was alone. The boy was blowing on the rabbit stew, on the wooden spoon. The rabbit tasted delicious to the young boy whom face was bleeding into the pourage. He felt releaved to eat, he thought that he would die from the thief’s hard slaps. The child smelled the pourage through his bloody nose and smiled. The bird masked man’s bottom had no cover for the lower mandible so he could chew the broth as it poured into his mouth. The bird’s masked man chewed his food then stop like a statue. The bird thief instantly leaped up and cram the spoon down the small child’s throat. The boy gagged as the wooden spoon touched his esocaugphigus. He then pulledthe spoon out and the child coughed feverishely. The thief with the elaborate bird

masked laughed like a Jackal, his cackle was excruciating to the boy’s ears, the raspy cackle chilled the five year old to the bone. The boy cried, the thief slapped the child with such a hard slap it felt like getting hit with a blunt object. “Noooo-oooo, stop your idle crying. All that sobbing won’t save you boy!” Screamed the masked bird faced rogue. “My food, it spilled.” Said Jojo the boy slave. “The rabbit’s broth is too good for you. My minature little slave, does my little fairy nymph want more pourage. Doo, Doo, dodle doo.” Said the sadistic rogue mocking the injured boy. The child’s face was bloody with blood leaking from the child’s nose like a well pump, the young five year old infant. He gave the boy a look as if a buzzard stalking the carcass of dieing cattle in the desert. The rogue leaped up on his hind legs like a bear and swatted the boy with a slap to his jaw sending the boy to the ground. He cried in silence and learned not to be too loud around the elaborate bird faced rogue. The rogue scooped more rabbit stew into a wooden bowl and ed it to the boy. The boy ate and went to sleep. Hours and the evernight was still the same, the taint from the vampire lords never change in the sky. The rogue kicked the boy and his ankle braclet jingled, he falled to the boy in an obscene fashion that scared all the swamp marsh creatures. The tree toads lick the air and fireflies swarmed around the two. “I can’t stand you lazy boy, pick up that damn backpack and pick up your pace. Hasten your pace youngun. When we arrive in the capital of Gorrum you will see things not common in Vampire kingdoms. People in cages burned alive for being Heretics, children, calfs of minotaurs eaten like steak in taverns. You might be human rotisary like a roast quail for a Kobolt hound. One of the races that live in Gorum. Undead mummies stalk the streets, ghouls, zombies, banshees scream in the air levitating like a nimbus. The humans, their more ferious then all of these undead creatures, you have to be strong my little runt. My little Doo, Doo, doodle doo. Ha, ha, ha.” Said the elaborate fancy rogue. His fingers did a mystical wisp that looked like a wizard casting a spell. The errie morbid demeanor of the strange rogue was delightful to the boy. “This backpack is heavy, its like lifting a bag of stones. Can we rest.” Said Jojo the slave.

“Nay young runt. We need to quicken our pace not slow our pace, now hurry.” Said the rouge. The Moon Glade Marshes had a magical feel from elven tree nymph whom use to venture out in these parts for years. Tree nymph elves live in the giant trees making them come to life when the elves made love to eachother. The Elves would root into a tree, then make love being rooted into grant oak tree. The Elven tree nymphs give the Moon glade a quiet serene feeling even after the Vampire Lord chased the Vampires into the hills of Swiftgloom West of Gorum capital. The two walked and came across a small pond filled with giant lilly pads. The slender tall rogue with the masked began hopping from one lily pad to the other like a ballerina. The ballerina rogue grabbed the child and tease the boy like he was going to drown the boy. The child cried outloud from the ice cold chill. “Noo-ooo! The water is cold. Help me, help me!” Said the enslaved Jojo the child. “Shut up runt. The water’s ice cold temperature, will add character to you boy. Make you into a man at a small age young tadpole, Ha,ha,ha, Dadoole, Doo!” Said the bird faced rogue. The rogue came upon the end of the pond when a giant gator came across the two. The gator’s eyes risen above the pond’s surface showing off the gator’s yellow reflective eyes in the moon light. The gator began to hiss in the water like a adder, the croc was the size of a large stallion. “Swamp Gator, these gators are extremely hostile against any creature uncommon to the marsh. I should feed the croc your little hide runt. He’ll make more silvers from for me then you.” Said the bird face rogue laughing at the crying five year old. The gator leaped into a roll and opend its wide ten foot jaw. The gator then reversed around waiting to leap upon the two. The bird rogue pulled out his Planes Shifter’s Bomb made from rogue wizard crafters in the undercity of Gorrum. The giant croc came like creeping preditor in the giant pond, the crock leaped into the air and the rogue threw the planes shifter into the mouth of the gator and the croc’s mouth turned a blue pale illuminescent glow like wizard’s lightning spell. The rogue continued on his journey tourching the young royal

boy, slapping him like a lapdog…

Chapter # 6

The Capital of Gorum Mount Mundore, the orgin of Vampires

: You learn to crawl before you walk, you walk before you run. I use to steal as a young child to feed myself. I stole the hearts of many people, I stole my realm’s most sacred weapon. Every undead lord searched for me for years. I survived by blending into my surroundings. Like a chamillion. I am sir Greygoose the God of Rogues, hidden in the land, sea, and air. I am the pupil, to the master.- Sir Greygoose’s Journal.-

TheCapital of Gorum was covered in everwinter snow like the human gods cast snowy frost on the undead realm of Gorum for punishment against the sacrifices of Vampire lords. The Vampire Gods cast a dark storm in the sky that block the sun from coming out. The outer labyerinth of the castle was filled with pathways lit up by tourches, liting the towers with flames from firetoads. The flame toads that ate moths swarming around the lanterns were magical creatures used to lite the lanterns of the city. Around the long bowmen whom carried magical bows made from demon imp bones. “Halt knaves. By which realm do ye hail from!” Said the commanding voice of the sentry towers. “I be of the rogues guild. The Crows of the undercity, be advise of the repricutions of your magical bow my vampire masters.” Said the bird faced rogue. “Ah. The crows aye, my living friend. I worry not of your minor threats my little life spanned friend. Enter with caution. Open the gates.” Said the sentry guard vampire in the black and silver plate. Jojo the slave marveled at the steel double doors with the etched vampire

symbols that protected the walls against holy magic. No living creature has ever taken the walls of Gorum, no undead creature has ever sured the vampire lords of Gorum. The inner quarters of the city was surrounded by crucified humans and elves whom were slain for crimes against the vampire lords. Fireflies and flame locusts swarm the bodies of the righteous. Only the secret cult of the Vitility heart pose as the highest threat to the Vampire lords of the Mundore Family. The holy humanitarian vanguard of human life guarded the oppression of the sadistic vampire lords of Silf Mundore’s family. The two travelers walked through the residential holmes of the inhabitants of Gorum whom lived in welsh buildings made from smooth tiles of stone grinded down by Gorum crafters using machines to craft high quality parts for the welsh creatures of Gorum. The homes had spikes like porcupines, the streets were cobbled stone made from stone and tatch. The streets were filled of Kobolt hounds, mummies, zombies and tattooed human rogues. The paladins that patrolled the streets were watchmen whom arrested the criminals but they too steal and pillage to survive. The paladins healed the sick and injured while vampire dark knights slay the troublemakers and crucify them to ward off senseless killings. If you were caught they would tourture you in the public to ward off criminals. City sentries can be bought at the right price and killing merchants effect Gorum’s economy. Jojo’s back began to ache from the heavy back pack filled with the rogue’s camping gear, Jojo tripped in front of a silk tunic wearing Kobolt in lavender. “Roof, Roof. Watch it young pup or I may snap yer bones and ravage you young one. Move or die!” Said the drooling hound in purple silk overcoat with ribbets. “Move you little runt!” Said the Crow Rogue of Gorum. The rogue kicked Jojo on the ground and his elbow got a scrape from the cobbled road. Jojo knew instinctively not to cry or these carniverious man eaters would feast upon him. Jojo got up and moved out of the way. The rogue laughed and pick the boy with his long finagling fingers and dangled the boy teasing him. The pinky and ring finger petruding like drinking from a teacup. “You learn fast little runt. Crying will cause these killers to feast upon you. good.

That you learn to be silent, the first rule in being a rogue. Silence is like a gold coin in a man’s coin purse.” Said the bird faced rogue. A rogue bandaged the boy then a paladin came and healed the boy’s elbow with holy magic. The armored black knight was a dark skinned man like a Samarian in the Southwest region of Gorum’s realm. “Be advised young one, the sound of crying may excite the wicked man eaters of Gorum. Carry yourself with caution and silence. Said the darkskinned paladin city guard. The stern young five year old boy was heavy with breath but still carried on, the rogue from the rogue of crows came across a steel with holes along its surface to screen the everwinter night of Gorum from building up. The beak faced rogue made a sound like eating roast quiel with his fingers depicting as if he was chewing on a rotisery. “Don’t get ate up by the man eaters boy.” Said the Crow’s rogue. The rogue pulled his lockpicking tools and began fenalgeling with the lock contraptions, the screen opened and the rogue tossed the that bounced upon the stone. “Home sweet home my little runt. Damp pits and cavernous hideouts swarmed with bandits and giant spiders, homesweet home. The smell of feces and urine from a millon beast lay in the sewers. Only the toughest of rogue noses can depict the smell which beast it came from. We differentiate the homes of which beast to rob them.” Said the Crow’s rogue. The boy looked down into the pit and the bird faced rogue kicked the boy’s bottom into the pit and he landed with a belly flop into the mildew cesspool. The boy groaned in agony acheing in pain, my stomach is torn I know it he thought in his mind, Jojo the young slave. “Ahhh, My elbow is broken I know it.” Said Jojo the child slave. “Get up boy, if I can’t get enough silvers for selling you, I am feeding you to my pet spider.” Said the rogue bird face of the crow’s guild. The pair walked through tunnels covered in moss, mildew and much to the boots

and the sandals that Jojo wore. The two came across some winding tunnels with twists and turns. The tunnel came to and fro leading to a large tent civilization built with deer skin venison. The civilization was filled with lanterns and strange masked wearing rogues whom wore mask that were made of wood in the image of cats, dogs, demons, some mask were strange and oblong like the face of an octopus. When the bird face came upon a wooden gate made of logs that surrounded the rogue’s encampment, the wooden tower called down to the pair. “Halt ye yellow belly scallywag, what ye be about around here.” Called the masked owl. The masked that these creatures wore were made from polished wood with a smoothing finish with a scalper and finer tool. The rogue from the crow’s guild spoke in the same aggressive lingo that the tower sentry spoke. Some rogues wore feathers on their caps, some had ribbons with overcoats like pirates. “I be of the crow’s guild ye narrow minded nit wit, I be the only gold stealin’ bandit renown in these parts, I be Talbert Fizzltwart. One of the infamous buzzard brothers.” Said the crow’s guild member. “What. What happened to ye brother, ye always were stuck together. Melvin Fizzltwart I think it twas’. I guess there be only one buzzard now aye.” Said the town sentry guard. “Ye like to jest with me aye, rock brained fool. How bout I come up there n’ throw a dagger into yer throat.” Said Fizzltwart. “If you can hit me, its like trying to throw a stone at a boulder. Ye never make it crow.” Said the sentry guard. The pair walked past a wooden gate with sharpened tops and tied wooden poles intertwined by rope and nails. The tent civilization was filled with pit fires and cooking pits made for roatisery sewer rat. The rogue’s deliciousy. The taste is a similar pinch of turkey meat or a quail, the flavor’s be drenched with a bread roll of wheat and broth. Other wooden building stood crafted by capenders whom build for silvers of gold. Wooden taverns and homes of welsh rogue merchants surround the city of rogues. The city was fifty miles long and wide, though the city had different sections of rogue civilizations. The rogue’s traditions and culture varied from the guilds that live in that area. The music here had tamberines and violins, flutes and drum sneers that made the music uptempo and

people river danced tapping their feet and swinging them across eachother. The Jesters sang and danced fire spouting in the streets. They came across a tavern, “The Dark Rogue’s Blade”. The tavern was lit by candle light and filled with drunk rogue pirates and bar wenches that slept for coppers and silvers. The tavern was as clean as taverns would be in the undercity, the tavern was filled with a number of eerie rogues whom haggle and barter marchandise to the “The Dark Rogue’s blade.” Jojo the maturing child began to understand what life was about, life was about making it so that you can eat and buy the things you need to survive. The boy watched as pockets were picked by errie thieves. The only buzzard left, crept up on a mechant rogue and stole money, candy and gave it to the boy. The Crow’s rogue snuck up on a merchant rogue and stole his coin poutch and candy bag. “Everything in a life child, ye need to take in a rogue’s world I be a thief of countless successes from pillaging gold. From every single encounter without ever being caught, I became a better rogue. You lil runt. Make sure ye steal what ye need or stealing too much will lead to yer demise. Ye understand my feeble minded friend.” The rogue turned around and slap Jojo, he tumbled to the floor. He stood without taking himself to tears, harddend by constant abuse. He wanted to cry from the pain but he didn’t. “I understand, quit hitting me it hurts. I don’t know how to steal, I am just too small. My body hurt.” Said the small injured Jojo. “My little friend, steal that gold poutch from that man ever there.” Said the crow’s guild member. “Alright then.” Said Jojo. Jojo came behind the heavyset man in a feathered turban and pearls along his neck. Jojo crept behind the heavyset man and gently prance around the man hiding in the blind spots of the dark. He was filled with tension and when he grabbed the poutch a sudden twitch made the boy to duck into a crouch position. The boy reached again and pulled the pouch from the man’s sash. The child escaped into the shadows where the dim lit tavern was. The child leaped on the chair and spoke to the crow’s thief.

“I got it, I moved like a cat and pounced on the gold. What now Fizzletwart.” Said Jojo the young boy. “Hand it to me runt, damn fool. Didn’t expect ye would get that far, ye tann skinned must have hidden ye in the shadow’s cover. A natural trait aye.” Said Fizzletwart the crow’s rogue. The turban headed heavyset man knew naturally that the pouch was stolen, he moved in a uncanny speed that the rogue through years of pillage and sneaking made the crow’s rogue gasp. Damn he got me thought the timing, the skill, this rogue is going to slay me. “Got you thief!” Said the turban wearing thief. The turban thief threw some white powered dust into the eyes of the crow’s thief and he instinctively lifted his palms to block the blinding dust. The turban headed rogue moved swiftly behing the crow’s flank and covered the rogue’s mouth then non-chalantly plunge the dagger into the rogue’s throat. He gurgled blood through his neck and grabbed the blade but slipped into oblivion. “Young rogue, ye did splendid at bringing me more gold. Here’s a gold coin, don’t spend it all in one place, Ha,ha,ha,ha,” Said the rogue turban man. The child has seen death before and was accustomed to it, he looked at the gold coin with the face of the long haired vampire founder Dru’laza. The child came upon the barkeep and asked for a dinner plate of rat and rabbit stew gator dumplings. The food was delectable to the small child, the barkeep gave him silvers for change. “Behave ye Midget peon and let not my gaze into your eyes again young one!” Said the heavyset man in a tall overcoat leaving the tavern. The boy ventured to his lone some walking around the town full of jugglers and pandhandlers playing flutes and tambirines in the streets. The boy was lonely and sat quietly at the market’s district watching strange masked men and eye patch wearing pirates smoking wooden pipes. Lovers sat at a fountain spilling clean water from a reservoir from some unknown water source in the city. The boy layed his head down wear a building that was two stories high that looked extravagant for a building in the undercity. The boy went to sleep in the corner of the building in a pathway lending to the waste…

… The mourning came and out came a long haired man with full flushed cheeks, the man had tattoos of a tribal sun on his face of his forehead. The slender man next to him with the sharp chin and thin face looked and argue with the man. “Albaster you the guild that promise to pay is for stealing the tree nymph’s mana flute. The flute was used to grow trees in any terrain, any kind of tree. Berry trees, apple trees, and fruit you can think of. The price of the flute is worth more then the hundred thousand chest of gold, you know how to be patient Sir Shifthand. The world’s not going anywhere two fast, if you can hold your bladder you can wait for a month or so.” Said the slender faced rogue. “Talking about your commander’s bladder can get you in the sheets with me my pretty faced rogue. Do you like appendage sandwich, it got a taste yer fimilar. Ha,ha,ha,ha. Any how, the sight of gold makes my heart dance like a bar whore. We have no use to grow trees in a sewer and the vampires will rob our fruits. “Whatever Alabaster Shifthand, the flute was a sure chance of income. Selling is good too, but it was the thought that counts.” Said the rogue commander with the thin angular thin face. The two came upon a child sleeping in the waste deposit, the child slept next to a barrel laying on the ground. He turned on his side facing the side of the water fountain. The commander came and nudge the rogue with their foot. He instinctively knew this boy was someone special. Albaster woke this child with a foot. “Hey young one, what are you doin. This is not an inn for Vegabonds young squire.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. Squire aye, already picking up orphans laying about in the refuse. Chiverous rogue, the thievering paladin. Stealing the freedom from the poor to eventually still their lives in the battle for gold. Nice commander of the orphans.” Said the slim rogue. “Nevel Nimblefoot where would you be, if not for me. Sleeping in the tunnels in the east waiting for sewer gators and giant spiders to pick your bones. Charity is not bad all the time, me steal a king’s horde at the whim of a hat.” Said Albaster Shifthand with the tattoo’s upon his face.

“Young child what is your name if you don’t mind I ask?” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “I be Jojo Sithamma. My family was killed by the dragons, they came and enslaved all my family. I have no home now, I am Jojo Sithamma. “Worry not then young lad, if you make yourself useful I might adopt you into the rogue’s guild. Go inside n’ get a broom with Talon Ferry, after that clean the front pathway. I need this pathway clean boy. Make sure that it does not be cluttered when I return.” Said Albaster Shifthand. Jojo made his way up the wooden steps. The steps were made of a humble oakwood polished with wood varnish from the undercity’s crafters, made by the Dark Elf’s guild. The steps were angular with a triangle ridge that made the building look beautiful and bold. The rogue’s guild had intricate carved markings of ancient rogues that ran the building for generations. The carvings had ancient battles and treasure that was stolen by rogue gods each from the rogue sir Greygoose that laid silver eggs. Gold attracted the temptations of rogues everywhere but silver was second to gold and hid undercover under the eyes of gold. Jojo came through the steps and came into a building with lanterns illuminating the living quarters filled with poached heads aligning the walls with heads from various rare animals like rhinos, gators, giant rats. The sewer waters connented a canal straight to The Sea of Necromedia. The guild’s compound was filled with elaborate weapons that hung on the walls and spell incantations and tablets made of marble containing codes that they lived by. “The band of brothers and sisters of the Eyes Of Gold live by this creed. What is mine is yours is mine for we steal it together. I bled the same blood with you for this treasure. So it is mine and what is mines is yours.” The desk in the living quarters had a clerk whom did inventory check ups on the compound’s inventory. In the guild’s request office stood a tall slender beautiful elven tree nymph. Her jet black hair gleamed in the guild’s illuminated glow, her face was pale white as snow. Her body was petite and she wore a inventory clerk’s boostique. Her face was slender and her chin came to a point, her nose was thin with a small base. She gave off a sweet aura as if she was a magical being. A holy oracle in Gorum. A smell of pine trees and snow drizzeling from the sky. Jojo the six year old came with his purple vest and bells jangling at his ankles and sandles. The tree nymph elf heard the jangling of bells and looked

down under counter. “Who goes there, what is your name young one. I never seen a tann skinned Sithamma boy in these parts of Gorum. Look at your almond shape eyes child. Strange, what is it you need.” Said the Tree Nymph inventory clerk. “I need a broom, a pair of men with yellow eyes told me to grab a broom and clean the front entrance and waste pathway. Said Jojo the young boy. “Here goes the straw broom, make sure that it goes to the front counter when you return.” Said Talon Ferry the Tree Nymph Elf with the deep yellow eyes. The boy went outside into the bustle of mid-mourning day in the dim lite glow in the sewers of the undercity. Jojo swept the floor then traveled around the undercity enjoying the festivities, the sounds of flutes and taberines was combined with violins and congo drums. They walked ed children sword fighting in the streets. Acrobats flipping practicing tight rope drills, dagger throwers throwing, dice tables gambling. Drunken taverns filled with strange guilds that are filled with strange woredrobes of errie masked men, women of different shades, Samerian, Sithamma, Dark Elf, Kobolts hounds, Aqurius Mermen and Mermaids in the festival. The Vegabond child Jojo ed by a puppet show and watched a battle between the Aqurian Mermen and the Gorum black guards. The puppets were made of cotton silk and clay, the catapults made of woodensticks with intricate pullies and strings that lobbed boulders into the air. The stones were made of paper with paint dye and the curtains behind the small theather stand was oranage. The puppetmaster was stringing strings dancing like a ballerina. The puppet master wore black silk lenin to hide his face from being seen on the theather’s platform. “Ye Merman of Aqurius, ye give me my stone of lighting so I could bring me woman back from the dead. The lightning stone can bring my human wife Tristen back to the land of the living.” Said the Vampire Black King. “Nay Vampire. I cannot give the lightning stone, the stone powers the coral reef city in Aqurius only I can obtain the stone.” Said the Merman with the clam armor. “Then battle Aqurian curr.” Said the vampire. The puppet master exchange some parries, a few counters and he then rolled into

a clash of toothpick swords. The vampire took a thrust into his heart and gasped. The puppetmaster lit the Vampire’s overcoat on fire and the fallen vampire’s coat and wool armor caught on fire. “Noooo, ah, ah!” Said the puppetmaster. “I love commin’ here’, to the theater’s district a millon plays happened here at all these stands that I come to. Many puppetmasters around the world come here in Gorum’s realm.” Said the young blonde haired blue eyed girl with the oval face. The six year old girl had a blue wool skirt with a blue vest jerkin and top. The blonde haired short haired girl looked at the tan skinned boy and smiled with her white little teeth. The dirty young Jojo smiled at her. “Hello, I am Jojo how you doin?” Said Jojo “I am a tad bit famished, whats your name?” Said the blonde short haired girl. “I am Jojo, ha,ha,ha, nice to meet you.” Said Jojo the young boy vega bond. “Your cute Jojo. Your not the same as me are you, you’re a Sithamma. I read about your kind before, a kingdom of mystisim and other religious fanatical groups.” Said the blond haired blue eyed child. “What, you talk like one of the grown ups, your more intelligent then I. Whats your name?” Said Jojo. “My name is Hannah Hagglecoin, my mother is Morganna Hagglecoin one of the rogues of the Hammer Hagglecoin guild. My family been around for centuries in the rogue sewers swindling merchants and treasure hunting for coins since the vampires rule. My family speak a another tounge spoken by barbarian rogue nomads that developed a weapon skill called the Hammersword. A Warhammer as heavy as an anvil with the rear as a blade. The skill used to hunt and smash stones into dust, the rear was like a chisel blade to smooth stones into fancy statues and miniatures. The two children walked with each other towards a chocolate vendor that is tall with a happy face on the consetion stand. The abstract vendor stand was made with a point at the top lake a temple. The woman was oddly tall with a light blue armor like Hannah’s armor, same blonde hair and blue eyes. The woman smiled at the young pair. Hannah wore strange gloves like her mother which were strangely bigger. These gauntlets were the

size of a ogre’s hands. Made to be fitted on a ogre or something of that size. “Good afternoon Hannah my beloved child. Your big blue eyes grow bigger with each ing day my little maurader princess. My rogue priestess, your swift hands be made for the love of hagglin’ coin. “hello’ mum’ this be Jojo, I met him at the theater’s district where the puppetmasters practice their craft. Jojo tell her where you live?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Miss Morganna Hagglecoin. I live in front of a rogue’s guild, I cannot recall exactly where the location is at. But I know that the rogues have yellow eyes.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “I know that guild young rogue. That is where you stay. Your lenin be the stench o’ spoiled food, your threading be covered in muck.” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “I don’t know, I sleep in the pathway where the waste go. I don’t exactly live in the building. But, can I have some chocolates, I have more coin.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Sure my hungry little rogue. The more sugar you consume young one, you will have more energy to steal. To steal treasure and the hearts of young girls, ha,ha,ha,ha.” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “Whatever mother.” Said the Jovial gaunt of Hannah Hagglecoin. Jojo the dirty rogue boy looked at the gloves of Hannah and Morganna Hagglecoin. The gloves give the wearer the strength of a golem to carry the heavy anvil weighted weapon like a farmer’s hoe or shovel. “Mistress Hagglecoin what are those gloves you wear. They make your hands bigger, are they magical in some way or fashion. Said Jojo the curious youngster. “Ohh, mum’ I got the anserw. These gloves are gloves that hold the strength of golems. The golems are summoned by conjurers from the summoners guild and when they summon we take the hands of the golems and make gloves out of them. We conjure them and saw their hands off then summon their souls into the gloves. They later become extensions to our souls.

“Wow, that’s fascinating. I got to go now Miss Hagglecoin and Hannah, I take my leave.” Said Jojo Sithamma feeling exhausted for the day. “Hannah Hagglecoin you little fluzie, advancing on the young child like you’re his lover. Your too young to have any lovers. Your bosoms have not blossomed yet.” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “I like Jojo we walk together and conversate for hours, he is a quiet boy. He is harmless to the Hagglecoin family name.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “I have to go now, its been quite entertaining Hannah.” Said Jojo who kissed Hannah on the cheek. “Ohh, Hannah has a boyfriend.” Said Morganna Hagglecoin while Jojo was walking away in his jovial trot. Jojo came back to the fountain in the front of the, Eyes of Gold. The guild’s patrons were in the front drinking grog or pale ale. They brought out stringed instruments like a group of bards and were singing. Other guild bards played violins, ukelalie, tamberines and drums, the bards sang songs of epic tales of their exploits. “My father was a rogue, n’ me mother was a whore. I love my life n’ me love me gold. My father was a rogue, me mother was a whore, I love my life n’ me love me gold. More, more, more, more, gold steal n’ rob until I get old.” The rogue men sang and drank while the women river danced in the sewer streets, they spun like ballerinas and leaped like swans into the air. A pair of men came to where Jojo was laying, he layed near the fountain and the pair came and nudge the boy when he was watching the spectectcle. “You did well cleaning the front youngster. When the hour of mourn come to past, let me know young one I have a task for in the mournin’ Said Alabaster Shifthand, the blood hound faced with the full cheeks. “Taking a liking to poor children in the squalors, never thought that seeing more children in front of our guild was a good omen. This child might he be something special.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Come on child it is time to come inside and take a bath, we have a hot bath

inside youngster. When it is time ye will contribute to the Eyes of gold. We have nice clothes for children yer age so be advised. That nothing in this guild is free.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The boy went inside the guild’s living quarter downstairs into a cellar filled with weapons, next to the armory was the bathing house with water pumps heated by fire toads in a glass container heating the funnel that put the water to a steam. He bathe and thought back in his young feeble childish wind that everything was always gonna be in serenity. He lost his father mother and all his childhood servents, he was kidnapped by Draconian slave drivers. Lost his temporary guardians the Thistledowns, and the Mugspewters. He was beat constantly by Fizzletwart one of the crow’s brothers whom was murdered after a gold poutch was stolen. Jojo Sithamma was unaware of all these circumstances that occur in his lifespan. He only knew of the simple things that he could see. Food, music, Hannah, Fighting, Stealing, that is all I know…

Chapter # 7

Heat

… The everwinter mourning day was always dim lit by lanterns and the stench of urine and feces was mild down by the Sewer Giant Bass whom ate the human waste and kept the cannal into the Sea of Necromedia clean. Clean as it could be in the sewer’s undercity. Jojo Sithamma awoken in his leather jerkins. He wore a tunic of wool under a leather vest. His leggings was made of wool pants with leather knee pedding and leather gloves for protection. The gear that Jojo wore clothes made by rogue crafters to hide sound and sneaking in stealth. Jojo came into the request office where bullitins were put up to kill, steal or kidnap. Sometimes the rogues also captured creatures that pestered the Undercity. The Tree Nymph Elven woman Talon Ferry stood their with her deep yellow captivating eyes and captured a brief moment with the second in command Nevel Nimblefoot who stood their speaking to the beautiful Tree Nymph rogue office clerk. The two stared into eachothers eyes. The two constantly are aroused around eachother for eachother’s love. “Hello mistress Talon Ferry. Borring this mournin’ aye, need something to eat. I cooked this, potatoes and giant bass I caught this mournin’. Here is a bowl of my stew that me great grandfather use to make. It has a zinngy taste from natural herbs that give out the fish’s salty organic taste, what do you think?” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Nevel thoughtful of you. I love giant bass and potatoes, always in the nick of time Nevel. Always using your Nimble feet to steal a dull moment.” Said Talon Ferry smiling. “That’s all I know, to steal your sadness Talon so you could always smile. Your smiles are worth a dragon’s horde of treasure. Priceless Talon your smile is. You are the light in my dark lit tunnel. Smile on your face is heavensent my love.” Said NevelNimblefoot.

“Can ye stop ugglin’ the lass already Nevel, we have business to sponsor the young squire. We’re goin to give him his first task as a rogue, Let the lass enjoy her borring desk job n’ let us be off. Ready the rogue’s gauntlet.” Said Albaster Shifthand. The courtyard behind the rogue’s compound was filled with archery targets balancing pedestals. And other obsticles like pendulums and tight ropes. Jojo Sithamma was only five years of age and was expected as a rogue to be prepared to finish a rogue’s gauntlet meant for an adult at the age of sixteen or seventeen. “Jojo I cannot give you any lea way, this is training as a rogue and I will treat you as a rogue soldier squire. You will be toughened with strikes to endure young one. You will not feel proud, your dignity will be lest countless times. But you will succeed rogue.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The almond shape eyes of Jojo Sithamma gazed upon the platform that lead into a obstacle course that varied from climbs, jumps, leaps and swings. Jojo at the age of five was not meant to endure the leaps and swivels of the gauntlet. Constant falls and orders being barked to him, made him a little light headed. He nearly drowned. He was thrown off the pedestal like a sack of potatoes. He never shead a tear for the excruciating pain was meant for a child two or three times his age. Bruises covered his face, scratches align his body. The boy climbed a rope that lead to a platform twenty strides in and afro. “Jojo you can do it boy don’t give up.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. Quicken your paste, gain your resolve boy. Move soldier, you want to be a rogue or a mouse. Climb faster. Watch for the flying stones.” Said Alabaster Shifthand with his eyes watering from the heroic display of the child. A crowd of rogues began to gather behind the commander and his second. The rogues drank their tankard of ale and meade. One of the rogues encouraged the boy while he fell leaping from a pedestal to pedestal with swinging poles that usually had pendulum blades on the ends. The pendulum blades were removed so not to cause deaths in the gauntlet. Jojo Sithamma fell into the pool of cleaned sewer water and nearly drowned. Life was hard for the boy but he cried not and shead no tears. Impressive thought Alabaster Shifthand. Nevel swam into the waters and pulled the boy to the bank and gave the kid a head pat. His faced squinched from the tears he held and climbed back up the platform and leaped

from pedestal to pedestal. He finally made it across the pedestals and into a ramp downward to the end. The boy then drank a cup of berry juice that a rogue fetched from the kitchen’s working quarters. The boy Jojo Sithamma, did some hand to hand combat training, then some evasion training dodging wool balls being thrown by a series of dodging techniques. The boy then retrived special training in stealing food from people in the eating quarters. Jojo was informed to blend into his surroundings, move with stealth, sneak and blend into the surroundings. Picture yourself as the floor or the chairs that surround the area. Be calm said Alabaster Shifthand. The boy crawled underneath chairs and tables then vanished under the table stealing coin, candies, hidden in he secret pouches while the rogues were eating. The rogues were drunk and unaware of the boy’s presense because of their late-night patrolling. They patrolled the sewers for merchants and rival rogues. “Don’t bother Theodore, I smell a scervey bar wench stealin’ my gold n’ me sleep I’ll cut her tounge out.” Said a rogue eating at the table making conversation. “Whatever Alvin ye toad brained foodle dook, ye never could smell the sent of the right wench that’s why ye never married. Always having ye heart stolen by the rebel ros that smell o’ vomit and sea weed.” Said Another rogue eating at the table. Jojo squeezed underneath the chairs and gave the coin poutches to Alabaster Shifthand. Nevel Nimblefoot stood right next to Alabaster and congratulated the youngster. “Alright all you deaf rogues who can’t even hear a cricket in a swampy marsh. You call yourself rogues, you people be as keen and sharp as a butterknief. We have a new rogue he stands at the height of three feet tall and his special techniques be to steal bags from rogue hags I present Jojo Sithamma! Said the rogue second in command Nevel Nimblefoot. “Give ear my fellow brothers of the night. I been training this young promising rogue for initiation into the Eyes of gold. Our guild is the most renown and most prominent in the undercity, since the undercity was built. My Great Grandfather Jack the Hack Shifthand created the guild to steal the most valuable instruments and aid the poor and sick from famine and oppression. My great grandfather was

renown for special training that we still practice until this day. He was a greatman until a demonic spirit cause him to become a serial killer, he died nailed to a wall on the side of our guild. That’s the life of a rogue. You never know what kind of mischief you’ll be getting into. That’s the life of a real rogue, either you be captured in a mage’s cellar or the next you be possess by a sea banshee as her lover in a cave somewhere. While you ate young Jojo robbed you, applaud the young recruit.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “Goodwork young rogue now give us our coin back.” Said a rogue with an eye patch. “Hey where is my chocolate candies.” Said a slender rogue woman in her thirties with curly hair. The two rogue commanders came into the office counter where the bullitin boards were being held. The rogues began to discuss the next objective. The rogues pulled a note request that read a request to steal a enchanted diamond confisicated from a raid by Vitility Heart . This diamond was to cause wars between the rogue factions. “This is a job that is not meant for novices, you think Jojo is ready for something like that. He can barely spell or clean appropriately. This is no mild task, there be traps, giant vermin, things that swallow the boy whole like fish bait. What do you suppose we do? Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Nevel Nimblefoot, you worry too much rogue brotha’. This boy will be fine, the diamond is a fortune beyond anything in this realm. There is no beast that exist that we cannot slay, only tunnels too small for me to dig through. Nevel gather the inventory that we need we shall plan an escape after you gather the supplies.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “Acknowledge my commander.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. The three gathered at a table and drew out a map of what they were going to do and escape routes after retrieving the diamond that gathers the hate of man. It is the reason for wars to erupt from rogue factions. They plan to escape on the cannal leaving Necromedia. The front door of the “Eyes of Gold’s” Guild opened, and in walked in a young girl in blue leather and a skirt. She had leather shoulder pads and a small hammer with a blade on the bottom like a spear, her hands were oddly big. The girl had big blue eyes and a thin nose. Her hair was

short crop and was platinum tail blonde. “Where is Jojo, my cinnamon skinned boy with his long hair like a pony’s tail. I have not seen you out and about rummaging through the sewers. How you doin love.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Look what we got here. Look what we got here. Look at what the sewer rat dragged in, you just got here boy and got yourself a little girlfriend.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “Not too shabby young squire, she even calls you love ha,ha,ha. You might have a baby as a baby ha,ha,ha. Had your first baby before drinking your first pint of ale.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Maintain some composure, discipline. We not be entertaining tonight, my jester’s robe is still in the closest.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “What guild do you belong to my pint sized rogue raider?” Said Nevel Nimblefoot curious. “I am Hannah Hagglecoin of the Hagglecoin’s guild.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. The two rogue commanders looked at each other, they came with the same notion, she must be trying to infiltrate our guild. Jojo began talking to her and she gave him a kiss on the cheek and giggled, Jojo then tickled her and she laughed. “Where is your chapperone young Hannah?” Said Albaster Shifthand. “Chapperone? I never knew I needed one.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. A pair of rogues came in and took off their cloaks to reveal themselves. The two then explained who they were and laid in wake to attack any whom would attack young Hannah. The gathered entourage was briefed on what they plan to do with Jojo and young Hannah Hagglecoin volunteered to Jojo’s party. The Eyes of gold accepted. The two commanders wore their invisible mantles including the two Hagglecoin soldiers, they two had invisible cloaks but due to their heavy armor and weapons they moved slower like a sentry tower. The four rogues that were invisible leaped from roof to roof. The two children Jojo Sithamma and Hannah Hagglecoin wore a necklace made with a crystal as its medallion, made

from an eye from a mind bender squid. The necklace allowed telephathic response to receive special instructions from the scouters above. Hannah danced and leaped on Jojo like a woman her mother’s age on Jojo. She pulled at Jojo’s hair and the scouter laughed. The two children headed North towards a secret vault owned by the crow’s guild, Jojo knew of them but had no clue that their treasure vault was in a sewer canal leading North out of the Undercity into the Sea of Necromedia. The tunel was dark, damp, and decrepit with the smell of moss and sewage that reeked waste. Unsure where Nevel Nimblefoot and Alabaster Shifthand were they thought that they were abandoned. The intense silence of the tunnels began to shift, a blip in the darkness made the children gasp. “Ahh.” Said the pair children. A pair yellow eyes illuminated on the ceiling and the Hagglecoin across the tunnel became visible The two across “shush,” the children and they carried on into the tunnel. They came across a compound that has a secret vault that had an entrance made of rigids from semmetrical stones grinded down to make flats and angles along the crow’s vault. The steel doors are made from Dwarven Steel from Mount Tragga the Dwarven homeland. The party of Jojo, Hannah, Alabaster, Nevel and the two Hagglecoin rogues gathered. “This is Dwarven steel made in Tragga, there is no possible way to enter this facility.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “We might able to travel into the astral plain and walk across the steel barricades.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “No, it would take too long. Besides the magical carvings on the steel door contained magical relics that summon pyro golems. We need not warrant a quarrel with the fire beings.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Giant rats tunnel through these catacombs like gnomes. Jojo and Hannah will crawl through and hit a latch on the wall. My spies in the crow’s guild say there is a lever and a number of traps even a novice can disarm.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “How old is that map?” Said Nevel Nimblefoot.

“A few years old so its recent, Jojo, Hannah go forth and crawl into the tunnel made by sewer rats and other subterrainian creatures. You two will hit a lever that will open this steel barricade. Salute soldiers. Here are a pair of dirks Jojo handle yourself with caution. Said Commander Alabaster Shifthand. The two crawled into the tunnel that was hidden behind some painted clay, the wall crumbled behind the two and they came into a clearing out of the culdasacks of the maze of tunneling Giant Sewer Rat dwellings. “Look at my clothes my mother is going to pummel you into the stone.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Your clothes look fine Hannah, you swear princess like anyone cares about your wardrobe in the sewers.” Said Jojo lauging. She punches Jojo in the arm, her golem gloves made by rogue summoners nearly break his little arm. The children laughed. A pair of glowing red lights beamed in the dark corridor. The lights hissed and attacked. Jojo instinctively rolled into a roll under the creatures furry legs, Hannah Hagglecoin parried with her war hammer and sword sparks illuminate the dark corridor as Hannah took multiple strikes to her weapon strikes to her weapon, she parries, a claw knicks Hannah. “Ahhh, Jojo help!” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “I am coming Hannah!” Said Jojo. Jojo Sithamma leaped off the wall like a spring board, unsheathe his dual dirks and plunges the spider in two of its eyes. The spider bucked like a bronco bull. The boy was remarkably strong, the spider slammed into the wall shaking the compounds. “Pull the lever Hannah, pull the lever!” Said the Hagglecoin guards. “It is to the left of you Hannah, pull it hurry!” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “From the size of it, it is a giant spider. Hit it in the central nerves in the brain Jojo. Damn boy is riding like he’s on a bucking stallion. I wish I had that much fun at five years old.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. Hannah got up with her injured shouldered and parried like a bow staff twisting

and swirled her Hammersword. The injured Hannah dove and pulled the chain lever pullie. The gate opened forward releasing the archinid and Jojo riding on its head. Hannah got a swing at its hind legs and sent the spider tumbling into the stone. Jojo then leaped with both dirks and buried the blades deep into the spider’s brain. The spider hissed and died. “You didn’t save any for me young squire, never had I seen a boy of your age slay a giant spider. You must be a Rogue elite. They just come about as orphans rummaging in the waste of the undercity, another man’s waste is another man’s gold.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “Hannah Hagglecoin, took a bit of a laceration to the shoulders. Healer, I need a healer. Hagglecoin rogues, which one of you has cleric powers?” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The bigger dark skinned Samarian rogue came forward and put up his palms and chanted a cleric hymn from Valisha’s tome of cleric healing. “Victus divino medico, Valisha grant me your strength of healing to heal the wounds of my brothers, grant me your divind medicine. Salvo de Bloodsisimo.” Said the big tail Hagglecoin rogue speaking a cleric’s text. The other female Hagglecoin rogue uncloaked her cloak and she became visible and picked the young rogue up and inspected Jojo for injury. The shout haired brunette Hagglecoin in blue leather jerkins with the light armor fastened the boy and wiped the dirt off his shoulders. The entourage ventured forward towards the dark corridor. A half of mile vault filled with pathway and forks that lead to a hallway filled with stone chisled faces of demon imp that stood on a pedestal like Gargoyles. Alabaster Shifthand halted the rogues with a fist up as a universal rogue formation to halt. A plaque on the wall in marble with words that read.” The Tree Nymph Elves practice ballerina dancing and the basic step is a double and round about, a double and a fiddle.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “What do you think that suppose to mean rogue commander.” Said the black skinned Hagglecoin rogue. “You know I use to dance with Talon Ferry before she became an “Eyes of Gold rogue”. She use to do a double round about in a mid-air twirl then a land like this.” Nevel Nimblefoot leaped on his tip toes and spun in mid air and landed in perfect balance.

That is what is expected to be a rogue veteran journeymen. “There is a small circular pattern on the cobbled stone revealing platforms for us to dance. I am guessing these giant stone faces spew fire or lava.” Said the slender petite rogue brunette. “Carry the children on your backs.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “We will carry the load, the ceiling is not too high, incase there is tengencies that will ensarl our feet. These circular steps must contain a trap for the feet.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “Follow my lead.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. The children climbed on the commander rogues back and began yanking at each others hair. Nevel came with a hop and tippy toed shuffle then spun. The corridor heated up and the corridor became an inferno after Nevel did his first double round about. Jojo’s heart pumped like his chest was going to explode. Alabaster came behind Nevel Nimblefoot and began to hopp and skip as well. The rogue second in command went into evasive manuevers to evade the spears that knicked at his leather rogue’s outfit. Jojo helped balance Nevel by giving him when he bended backwards to evade the spears with his hands. “Damn it, this corridor feels like dancing in a volcano. Alabaster Shifthand, taste like your mum’s stew.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “What Nevel this hallway ain’t as hot as your mourin’ breath after a night of grog and hogg. Can’t stand to dine next to you in the mourn, smells like I am talkin’ to your behind.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The Hagglecoin rogues had the most difficult problem they were more slower because of their enchanted warhammer sword, they were more cumbersome and the spears dinged off the hammer leaving sparks in the inferno night. The flair’s constant oranage bright lights made the darkness illuminate like fireworks from the walls. The riddle’s round about was the salvation to the inferno walls of the hallway. At the end of the corridor came a creature with the weight of a caravan shaking the compound’s confines. The creature stood nine foot tall and came into the corridor breathing warm steam through his moist nostrils. The giant minotaur came in with a giant great axe roaring.

“What is that?” Said Jojo in his squeaky high pitch voice. “That looks like a minotaur Jojo, want to go pet it of feed it like the town’s carnaval.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Get ready Nimblefoot, that Minotaur is going to throw that Greataxe.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. Alabaster Shifthand turned around and shouted orders to the Hagglecoin rogues. “Hagglecoin rogues, be ready for evasion, brace yourself. Here it comes, get down!” Commanded the commander Alabaster Shifthand. The giant Great axe was as big as a pendelum’s blade spinning and bouncing off the walls shearing stone fragments off the wall. The walls began spilling stone and rubble. The Eyes of Gold’s guild had magical imbued powers on their feet that made sticking to walls possible. The two rogues with the yellow eyes leaped on the flame spewing wall and ran vertical along the ceiling with their Rogue’s ability. The Hagglecoin rogues ducked the giant axe and sparks illuminated the walls pinging and banging over the heads of the Hagglecoin. The black skinned rogue pulled his mithril warhammer sword and swung on the javalins that petruded from the wall, the spear tips flipped from the impact and darted through the air like steel shrapnel. The shrapnel splatted against flesh as spikes enlodged into the creature’s flesh. The black Hagglecoin rogues began to constantly disarm the trap spears by destroying them and sending them flying into the advancing minotaur. The giant beast pulled a falchion saber that was sheath in its scabbard. The Hagglecoin female brunette launched her hammersword at the giant minotaur when he was thrown off balance and stumbled to the stone. Alabaster Shifthand and Nevel Nimblefoot in unison summersaulted off the ceiling and landed throwing off the children and they too, attacked like their commanders on fluid motion. The timing of the hammer and ambush was perfectedly executed. The four stabbed and hack the flesh off the giant minotaur. The lady’s hammersword was returned to its sender by powers imbued to the Hagglecoin’s guild. The six gathered in the hallway and walked through the silent darkness the vault’s wall was covered with abstract battles that lead to victories of their rogues holding treasure chest’s and a picture of a cliff had rogues falling down from the heavens. “What does this mean Alabaster, There is no sign of treasure only a wall that bar

our entry.” Said Alabaster pointing to a door covered in stone bricks. “Let me see your hammer, I give it right back. Stingy like a Darkelf, you can hold my dirks.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Nobody want those gaudy things, a Hagglecoin’s hammersword is like a Hagglecoin’s arm. Besides, it is too heavy Jojo the scrawny.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Quiet you two. Nevel this is a strange omen, let me see one of the Hagglecoin’s ham-click.” Said Alabaster after a step on a loose cobbled stone. The floor turned into a ramp and slid into a slide that skidded into a nauticus. Then into a room filled with treasure. A horde of gold coins, rubies, diamonds, gems, goblets, gold swords enchanted gold necklaces worn by mages kings and queens. “Good heavens, I never seen so much gold before, look at the gems, I could buy my own kingdom. Said Jojo reaching for a gem. “Jojo you Ignoramus, you probably buy a kingdom of chocolates and honeycandy. Your mind is always on your tummy. Said Hannah Hagglecoin. Jojo reached for a blue stone. The stone was actually a seashell on a thong of leather, this neckless was probably a magical tool. The Hagglecoin began to fill their pockets. The Vitility heart’s diamond was in the center. “This is my first bodyguard duty guarding her lady ship Hagglecoin. Paid off better then I thought.” Said the black skinned Hagglecoin rogue. “On my first job as a novice bodyguard. I am an expert treasure hunter now, look where the job took me.” Said the female brunette Hagglecoin. “Shhh.” Said Alabaster putting up his fist for a formation order for attention. “What Alabaster?” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “I can feel something, my rogue senses is picking up cold blooded culprits. Something reptilian or maybe something amphibian.” Said Alabaster Shifthand.

A hissing noise came from a mound of gold. A slithering noise came from behind a gold mound. The tension began to build as the rogues of the Eyes of Gold and Hagglecoin began to ready their arms. The band of rogues got into a box formation guarding the children. The gold mounds beginning to spill. The vitility heart diamond fell from its pedestal. Brace yourself!” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The gold mounds scattered and the area came alive, the commotion and loud shrieking pierced the hearts of the rogue chilling the skin of the rogues until their skin prickled. the battle waged on…

Chapter # 8

The Great Escape form the Dragon’s Horde

“My stomach never yearn for the morsul of food, only the taste of blood. This giant greatsword always nagg me with constant ghostly possession of abberitions I know which they come. I slain my father as a hero of my linage, his undead spirit fought me for survival. The gnomes of tinkering town of Ra’ Shora. Seat me into a world of oblivion, the two suns burn my eyes but this sword made my skin immune to the ultra-violet light. My child is gone in the universe from where I came, the Nebula in the purgatory region is hot, my tann cold skin is not accustome to the atmosphere. I move day to day to slay the wicked in my wretched being, in the stars beyond my reach.” – Journal of Greygoose the God of Rogues.-

The room came alive as a water naga in leather leaped forward at Alabaster Shifthand. The rogue commander took a tackle and rolled backwards in a mounted position and decapitated the water Naga. Blood spewed from the humanoid reptilian snake man, Another water naga snake leaped forward at Alabaster and Nevel Nimblefoot came with a roundhouse side kick and launched the naga into the wall. The Hagglecoin rogues gathered behind the children, blades came in a flurry of stabbing and slashing. Sparks flown as Hammersword “parries, the Naga’s blades”. Alabaster parried a water Naga with a X parry that ended with a stab and hack combination that slit the serpant man’s throat, Another water naga in leather tunic came and tackled the rogue from behind and stabbed Alabaster in the shoulder, he screamed with pain. Nevel Nimblefoot throw his falchion blade and the sword impaled the serpent’s head, Nevel turned around and slit another Naga’s throat. Nevel turned around and slit another Naga’s throat. Nevel then caught a side swipe from a Naga’s tail then spiraled through the air. The Naga then caught a thrown sword for Alabaster and he retrieved the sword from the Naga’s head. Alabaster pulled his invisible mantle over his head and camoflauge into the gold like a chamellion. The Hagglecoin

rogues flung their warhammer swords that returned like a Boomerang. A water Naga pierced the black Hagglecoin rogues shoulder, he roared as the Naga slammed the black rogue into a pile of coin. The brunette assist the rogue woman and crushed the Naga’s tail until the serpent’s innards ozzed from the Naga’s tail. The Naga hissed and the black rogue Hagglecoin pulled his Hammersword and plunge the sword into the Naga’s throat. A Naga then came from the brunette’s flank and stab the brunette in her belly. The woman collapsed onto the stone floor of the rogue’s vault. “I need aid, give me aid Zell!” Said the brunette rogue. The black skinned rogue zell threw the Hammersword and knocked the Naga to the floor. The rogue needed aid, Zell the black healer rogue began chanting his spell in the incantation of the old.” “Medico, Divino, Salvo.” Said Zell casting his healing spell. The woman’s stomach began to heal. Albaster Shifthand the commander began to gather around the children. A Naga came forward and slashed a number of ferious strikes at the commander, he gave an order for the children to take the Naga’s flank. Hannah Hagglecoin smashed the Naga’s tail and the creature’s belly emptied into the floor. Jojo then leaped into the Naga’s back and stabbed both dirks into the creatures back. Jojo then climbed the Naga’s back methodically and swayed side to side from the reptile’s natural slitering. The Naga hissed from its long human like neck and Jojo stuck one of his dirks into the creature’s eye. The Naga died then through the young rogue Jojo into a gold pile next to the commander. “Well met young squire. Just leaving your mother’s bosom and you already slain giant spiders and Nagas, Came to age before me lad.” Said Commander Alabaster Shifthand. “My back, it beckonds me. Commander I am well.” Said Jojo crawling out of the pile. The child came towards him and she smiled then kissed Jojo on the cheek. Jojo embarrassed by her kiss began to rough house Hannah Hagglecoin’s hair. A sudden quake in the vault made the rogues quiet. Another upheval in the earth shook the treasure vault. The vault began to shudder. Tension began to build as the pressure of something horrifying was coming. The vault had a canal that lead

back out into the sewers, the water in the canal began to whirlpool puddles in the canal. The water began to ripple like something was coming from the canal, the waters then began to splash. A white tranluscent gem gleamed through the treasure horde’s floor. Nevel Nimblefoot picked it up. The gem gave off magic and put tension in the hands of Nevel Nimblefoot. “Something is coming from that canal.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. Nevel Nimblefoot gathered the Hagglecoin rogues and the six gathered around the vault’s entrance. A gust of wind from something in the ceiling’s endless dark horizon took the rogues off their feet. “Its coming brace yourself!” Said the commander Alabaster Shifthand. A dragon landed and shook the foundations of the vault. A tremor took the rogues off their feet. The red dragon breathed its gust of fire onto the six rogues. The rogues grabbed Jojo going into different directions. Jojo was grabbed by Alabaster and Hannah was grabbed by Zell the rogue. One group went East, the other group went West. The rogue’s first instinct was to go invisible by pulling their hood over their heads, then they would transcend to invisibility using the magical mantles that enabled them to bend the plane of vison into its surroundings. The Eyes of gold are renown rogues with a million different gadgets on their bodies for ever the occasion. Alabaster and Nevel hit a lever on their right gauntlet and a small crossbow detached upon the wrist opened. The darts on the crossbow had an arrow with dragon tonic that made the arrow explosive. The Eyes of gold’s guild came standart for every rogue. The dragon began sniffing the air around the treasure horde like a blood hound. “Human intruders. Come steal my horde of gold, you shall not leave alive humans. Death awaits. Rrrrrrnnnmmhhhh!” Roared the red dragon. An arrow bolt hit the dragon in its rear and the bolt shattered then exploded. The explosion only annoyed the Red Dragon’s attention. Hannah Hagglecoin couldn’t hold her breath for long under the heaping gold mound. Hannah Hagglecoin pushed her head out of the gold mound and took a deep breath. A few coins dropped then Hannah was pulled back into the gold mound. The dragon’s green eyes began to blink at hearing the coins from the gold mounds drop, a few coins in the West took the Dragon’s attention. The Dragon began blowing fire on the floor to flush out the rogues hidden under the gold mound.

The coins began to melt from the floor. Zell began to worry about the coins melting; he made a decision to head for the canal for escape, but knew of the dragon’s uncanny speed. “We need to move for that canal, but we need a distraction.” Said Zell the black rogue. “The eyes of gold will fire another explosive bolt at the dragon. Once the dragon is hit, we need to move. You hear that Hannah?” Said the brunette rogue. “I understand Stella.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin holding her breath. A volley of explosive arrows hit the flying dragon in unison. The dragon roared a loud room that vibrated the grounds with its shockwave. “Run.” Said Zell. The Hagglecoin rogues made a break to the canal heading towards the canal leading out into the sewers. Hannah Hagglecoin tripped a few strides away from the canal. The dragon heard the trip of young Hannah. The dragon made an ariel reversal for the Hagglecoin rogues. The dragon flew by and Alabaster and Nevel readied their wrist hand sized crossbows. The explosive bolt hit the dragon right in its left eye. “Curse you huummann!” Roared the dragon. The dragon turned in mid-flight and shreaded the stonewall and the impact knocked boulders from the wall. The three rogues tumbled from the wall, Jojo clung onto the commander’s back while they descened down towards the vault’s floor. Alabaster ordered Nevel to shoot their grappling hooks on the dragon’s foot. The dragon chased after the Hagglecoin rogues and knew that the rogues hidden in the walls above the gold mounds descended to the floor. The rogues grabbed onto the red dragon that chased the Hagglecoin rogues then. The Eyes of gold rogues detatched from the dragon’s ankle and rolled into a roll then regained their balance. Jojo tumbled into a sprawl. Jojo tumbled into a sprawl, the neckless that he wore that was shaped like a sea shell bobbled into his mouth and the shell blew into the sound of a horn. The dragon circled around coming backwards to the canal. The canal began to bubble from the sea shell’s horn, Jojo began to hear whispers of sea bass began to speak to him in high pitch

voices that sounded like sqeaky chipmonks. “You summoned me master. Did you summon me?” Said the creature. The owner of the necklace began to glow. I can feel the presense of the creatures, their Sewer giant Sea Bass. The fish began to leap like dolphins in the sewer’s canal. The rogues began to wonder what these fishes were doing leaping around. The necklace was a gift of the gods, shear coincidence change the tides of their demise. “Sea bass, can we beard you and ride out into the canal. The canal has a age that can free us from this dragon aye?” Said Jojo Sithamma telephathically. “Yes human, we can help. Mount us then we will escape from the dragon.” Said the giant sewer bass. The rogues watched the giant sea bass leap around in amazement, why are these giant bass here for?” “I can speak to the fish. They understand the tounge that I speak, they want us to ride on them to safe age. They know to escape from here.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “What are we waiting for, let us make haste.” Said Commander Alabaster Shifthand. The rogues party leaped on the fishes back and swam down into the canal’s barred opening. The rogues swam like dolphin in the swam going through turns and tunnels leading through a maze of the sewer’s water ways. The fish swam fast like seals with their pups on their backs spiraling and spinning through water currents like a school of fish. Zig- zags, culdasacks, loops and spirals lead back to the rogue’s undercity. The giant sea bass rose up to the water’s surface and the treasure hunting rogues gasped for a breath of fresh air. The sewer sea bass began to ski across the water’s surface. The rogues began to gather and breath, gasping for breaths from the underwater excrusion. The rogues party began to calm down from the dragon’s chase their tension was relief as the undercity’s music began to play. Violins, flutes and drums began to play from a symphony of classical river dance ansomble that made the mind sereine. “We made it Hannah, You alright Hannah, my lovely pigeon.” Said Jojo

Sthamma. “I am alright my cinnamon skinned cookie.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Look at the two lowers with their puppy love, like basket hounds sniffing eachother’s rear for the scent to mate. Not even of age young ones.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “My bottoms became warm when I see the sight of the young hugging in the sewers where love could bloom in the out house, or lavatory.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “You think where free gold rogue. Do you think we are safe from the red dragon, you know exactly where were at.” Said Zell the Hagglecoin. “About three miles from the Undercity’s Western region, the beginning of town of pickpockett.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “I the town of pickpockett, that were me mum came from. My first heist as a rogue came from their, from the hungry burglers guild. They stole food when I was young, they stole the rarest of cakes and candies.” Said the brunette Hagglecoin. “Stealing for food, that is all I when I was young. Got to feed the belly before you can feed any more grand desires.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The rogue party began to trek at a slower rate, the water began to riptide into puddles and ripple. The waters began to shake. “Something is coming.” Said the fish that held Jojo Sithamma. “The fish says there is something coming.” Said Jojo. “What?” Said Alabaster Shifthand. About a mile off came a cataclysm that shook the foundations of sewer’s. A loud burst from the tunnel’s and out came the red dragon. The red dragon. The red dragon’s wings flapped and the gust blew tidal waves that came chasing the sewer’s giant bass. The giant fish began to gain speed.

“We need to move!” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The fish began to go underwater but swam close to the surface. The dragon came fast and spouted a clout of flame and cinge the water. The tunnels then began to cackle and spark from the dragon’s flaming napalm. The fish dived deeper and dove closer to the bottom. The waters underneath was covered in pipes and wreckage from ships that came into the undercity’s canals. Green moss covered up the stone and lever levels of the sewer’s canals. The two necklaces bobbled around the current, Alabaster took the lead the party towards a turn that lead North into the part of Necromedia. The dragon’s infeno began to boil the water. The children felt the hot water pelt their skin, Alabaster made a split descession to leapout of the water. The dragon spotted the love commander and spit a fire barrage that shrouded the upper dwellings of the sewer’s tunnels. The fish began to dive into the water. The water was searing and scolding. The water was too hot to dive in for long intervals, the fish began to maneuver to cool down the heat. The fish began to leap out the water and the dragon began to swallow some hole. The giant sewer bass was the size of cattle that leaped into the dragon’s maw, then was shreaded into fish giblets. Fins and tails spilled like fish soup pouring some bones, and fish innards. The dragon began to chomp at faster intervals and move inferrious zig-zag formations. “Arrrggg! Dive onto the side plank!” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The rogue party split in two and leaped on either sides of the tunnels walls. The fish in the rear leaped into the air and the dragon’s flame exploded the fish into tuna particles leaving fish scales and thin bones steaming from the fire’s humid dry heat. “Where almost towards the canal’s port I can see it!” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “We need to run!” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Hannah wait for carrier, wait for my aid.” Said Zell the black Hagglecoin rogue. The rogue party picked up Jojo and Hannah and bolted towards the tunnel’s light. The dragons began biting at the rogues missing them by several inches, the dragon then turned and clawed the walls and shreaded the stonewall into pebbles and debree wisping into the tunnels. “Where here!” Said Nevel Nimblefoot.

“Leap!” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “AArrgghh!” Said Zell the Hagglecoin. “AArrrgghh!” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “AArrgghh! Said the brunette rogue Stella. The rogues did a summersault into the Sea of Necromedia and the port of Gorrum’s Mount Mundore became aroused. The fleet of Mount Mundore’s vampire guard came alive. “Sea dogs come alive and defend Gorrum’s trade city. Defend the vampire citidal come alive!” Said a vampire Adimiral. “I am alright my cinnamon skinned cookie.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Look at the two lovers with their puppy love, like basket hounds sniffing each other’s rear for the scent to mate. Not even of age young ones.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “My bottoms become warm when I see the sight of the young hugging in the sewers where love could bloom in the out house, or lavatory.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “You think where free gold rogue. Do you think we are safe from the red dragon, you know exactly where were at.” Said Zell the Hagglecoin. “About three miles from the Undercity’s Western region, the beginning of the town of pickpocket.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “I the town of Pickpockett, that’s where me mum came from. My first heist as a rogue came from there, from the burglers guild. They stole food when I was young, they stole the rarest of cakes and candies.” Said the brunette Hagglecoin. “Stealing for food, that is all I when I was young, got to feed the belly before you can feed any more grand desires.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The rogue party began to trek at a slower rate, the western town of the

pickpocketts was right around the corner. The tunnels began to vibrate, the water began to riptide into puddles and ripple. The waters began to shake. “Something is coming.” Said the fish that held Jojo Sithamma. “The fish says there is something coming.” Said Jojo. “What?” Said Alabaster Shiftand. About a mile off came a cataclysm that shook the foundations of the sewer’s. A loud burst from the tunnel’s and out came the red dragon. The red dragon’s wings flapped and the gust blew tidal waves that came chasing the sewer’s giant bass. The giant fish began to gain speed. “We need to move!” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The fish began to go underwater but swam close to the surface. The dragon came fast and spouted a clout of flame and cinge the water. The tunnels then began to cackle and spark from the dragon’s flaming napalm. The fish dived deeper and dove closer to the bottom. The waters underneath was covered in pipes and wreckage from ships that came into undercity’s canals. Green moss covered up the stone and lower levels of the sewer’s canals. The two necklaces bobbed around the current, Alabaster took the lead and the party towards a turn that lead North into the part of Necromedia. The Dragon’s inferno began to boil the water. The children felt the hot water pelt their skin, Alabaster made a split descion to leap out of the water. The dragon spotted the lone commander and spit a fire barrage that shrouded the upper dwellings of the sewer’s tunnels. The fish began to dive into the water, the water was searing and scolding. The water was too hot to dive in for long intervals, the dish began to maneuver to lesson the heat. The fish began to leap out of the water and the dragon began to swallow same hole. The giant sewer bass was the size of cattle that leaped into the dragon’s maw, then shreaded into fish giblets. Fins and tails spilled like fish soup pouring some bones, and fish innards. The dragon began to chomp at faster intervals and more inferrious zig-zag formations. “Arrrggg! Dive onto the side plank!” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The rogue party split in two and leaped on either sides of the tunnels walls. The fish in the rear leaped into the air and the dragon’s flame exploded the fish into tuna particles leaving fish scales and thin bones steaming from the fire’s humid

dry heat. “Where almost towards the canal’s port I can see it!” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “We need to run!” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Hannah wait for carrier, wait for my aid.” Said Zell the black Hagglecoin rogue. The rogue party picked up Jojo and Hannah and bolted towards the tunnel’s light. The dragons began biting at the rogues missing them by several inches, the dragon then turned and clawed the walls and shreaded the stonewall into pebbles and debree wisping into the tunnels. “Where here!” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Leap!” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “AArrgghh!” Said Zell lthe Hagglecoin. “AArrggghh!” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “AArrggghh!” Said the brunette rogue Stella. The rogues did a summersault into the Sea of Necromedia and the port of Gorrum’s Mount Mundore became aroused. The fleet of Mount Mundore’s vampire guard came alive. “Sea dogs come alive and defend Gorrum’s trade city. Defend the vampire citidal, come alive!” Said a vampire iral. Vampire warlocks, succubus conjurers. Human clerics and other elven mages began to summon a Armada of creatures from the under planes. Human swash bucklers and pirates ready their cannons to fire motor and steels at the red dragon. A grand vampire warlock summoned a portal summoning a star from the universe’s asteroid belt. A super nova asteroid fell from the skies in fire and brimstone and struck the dragon from its flank. The dragon roared, the dragon began to gather fire in its maw the dragon gathered a flame, storm on the vampire fleet. “The dragon’s about to east a fire maelstrom. Fire the cannons!” Said a Vampire

iral in black plate with black raven feathers upon their helmets. A volley of cannon balls hit the dragon while it still sucked in its fire breath waiting to release on its prey. The cannon balls exploded on the on the dragon’s exo-skeleton scales harder then dwarven steel enchanted by Tragga, the explosions did little damage to the dragon catapults launched arrows fired, meteors rained from the skies. The green bile plague clouds enveloped the red dragon’s fire maelstrom, the dragon began to cough. The dragon’s fire summoning was interrupted by the posion cloud. The Vampire mages chanted, the succubus conjurers, the human elemantilist summoned a thunderstorm and a lightning bolt struck the dragon paralyzed the dragon. The green bile clouds continued by elven mages spraying acid waterfall that splash a acidic base that ate the red dragon’s scales. The scales turned a red molten steel color like a blacksmith’s forge. The dragon fell from the skies and spiraled into the sea of Necromedia. A giant tidal wave rippled and shook the sailor ships, the ships began to rock back and forth lake ships in a hurricane. The rogue party swam to the surface, the children spewed water like a fountain. “I can’t believe it. Jojo I just barely met you, my little tiny pickpock Gnomes are in love. You only known each other for a short period of time, love blossoming in the spring of a rose bush’s bush, Jojo the dress maurader, Extravagent.” Nevel Nimblefoot. “Who are we going to get out of here?” Said Stella the brunette Hagglecoin Rogue. “I can.” Said Jojo Sithamma. Jojo blew on the magical counch the seashell summoned a school of strange dolphins with horns on their heads. The dolphins carried the band rogues under the everwinter cold of Gorrum’s tainted sky. The water was cold enough to create frost on a glaciers polar cap, the ever winter sky could kill a man in minutes, so the rogue party had to be fast. The rogue party swam diving and leaping in the frozen tundra of the Sea of Necromedia. The rogue band swam to the shore’s end. The rogues nearly died of the cold weather and were watched by the Vampire guard. The rogues hid under their cloaks and vanishied under the cloaks of the “Eyes of Gold’s” invisible mantle that most high ranking rogues obtained. The Hagglecoin’s guild also obtainded the rogue’s ability to cloak

invisible under the eyes of the vampire’s kingdom of Mount Mundore. The rogues were followed by vampire foot soldiers whom were human and elven knights. The rogues quickly vanished under the bustle of Gorrum’s festivities. The snow drizzled from the sky as the rogues shivered, young Jojo only five years did a quest that an adult should have done. The weeks of constant slaps hardened the boy to make him move stern at the face of death and constant danger as a rogue of the undercity… Hannah Hagglecoin blew a kiss at Jojo Sithamma when they arrivied to the sewers where the fountain was at in front of the Eyes of Rogues guild. Jojo waved back and blew a kiss at Hannah Hagglecoin. “I’ll see you later love, when I wake up in the mourn. I am coming over to play. Have some cinnamon cookies and berry juice Jojo.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Shut up Jojo. That’s mean, you’re a gremlin in a sheperd’s robe.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. Jojo went up stairs and laid in his new fount room next to Alabaster Shifthand’s room and across from Nevel Nimblefoot’s room. Jojo’s room was Alabaster Shifthand’s son’s room. Poor Alabaster Shifthand’s son. Pictures of his son with his sandy blonde hair layed on the fixture of nail pummeled on the wall. The cobbled stone wall was filled with dolls of hero of folklore. Vampire kings and queens surrounded by folklore of human heros and tree nymph assassins whom beauty is unequalled to. Jojo sat in the quiet room staring at the toys that was not his, the clothes tailored for his master’s son. Jojo looked at the picture frame and compared his age to Alabaster the second. “Poor Alabaster’s son such a handsome boy.” Said Jojo Sithamma. Jojo over heard some whispering voices in the hallway speaking to each other about their affairs. “What of your illness Nevel, has your illness evaded you yet Nevel?” Said Talon in a low whispering voice. “No, alas my sneezes vanished like a fade in the dream world of children. I be fine talon. How you been sleeping, alright?” Said Nevel Nimblefoot caressing Talon’s face. Nevel stared into Talon’s face and felt an urge to pick her up and lay with her at

his bed quarters. Nevel stared into her deep yellow magical eyes and picked her up. “Nevel.” Said Talon Ferry. Talon Ferry leaped on Nevel Nimblefoot’s pelvis and lustfully rused her. Nevel slammed her into the wall and Talon Ferry gasped from the excitement. Nevel Nimblefoot took her to his bed quarters and strip her clothes of her back on his quilted bed rolls and made onate love that made the tree nymph fairy foot into the ground. The elven woman whom been a “Eyes of Gold Rogue” for almost a hundred years. Was around the rogue’s guild with Alabaster Shifthand’s father’s, father’s time, the tree nymph fairies make love that create a cloud of mist that grow the seeds of plant life. Oranage orchard trees and apple trees grow from elven tree nymphs and other human like creatures. The hallway was filled with groans and moans that woke up the drunken commander Alabaster Shifthand. “Need some damn company. Sound like damn gorillas in the jungle. Nevel Nimble pants. I need some damn ale after this rackette.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. The rogues slept the best they could under Nevel Nimblefoot’s loud love making.

Chapter # 9

Mugspewter Brothers, the heroes of Mount Tragga

The Mugspewter brothers Ivan and Stephen went their separate way since the gadget town of small pints. The Mugspewters came from a long line of Dwarven heroes. The drunken heros been enslaved, turned into frogs, been set on fire. Slept in a whale’s belly. Frozen in ice. The Mugspewters are renown for drunken expeditions in the taverns of Tragga. The Mugspewters came from a mining expedition in Tragga and then came to the nearest tavern in the city’s entrance. The steel double doors were surrounded by statues of Dwarven war gods whom stood in battle positions to ward off evil evil spirits. Tragga stood in his steel plated armor with his giant great axe pointing at his foes. The Mugspewters walked into a tavern called “The Drunken Brawler’s Mug.” The tavern’s a hole in the wall tavern where drunk Dwarves battle in sports where trophies are given from Dwarven battlemasters. The Mugspewters are legendary at sports. These drunken pair of misfits love to fight in sports that cause the duo to constantly vomit and howl like a pack of hungry hyenas. The Mugspewter brothers always fought and gave their money to young children whom adore the Mugspewters. Ivan and Stephen gave the children jobs to clean the cavern and aid the sick and elder Dwarves whom grow too old to see or walk. The tavern was a stone pavilion of collums and pillars, the tavern had an old archaic arena with flags from different fighting leagues. The children that followed the Mugspewters sat behind the Dwarves drinking and eating basilisk bird rotisery on a stone chisled grill made by Dwarven chiefs. Basilisk are cavernious birds that petrify their prey with a cloud of poisonous gas made by the Basilisk’s stomach glands that spew from the bird’s lungs. The children ask for some food. “Hey, ooie. Hey ye two drunken ox brain, numbskells. How ye two doin?” Said a short crop haired Dwarven child with the brown hair and thin chin stubble. “Hey, ooie, goofy poopie.” Said the Mohawk child with the brown hair and chin stubble.

“Hi, Hieee, my goofy gookie.” Said the blonde with pigtails. “Hi, Hieee, my grumpy mookie.” Said the blonde with the ponytails. “Hey. I need not the pestering words o’ ye pudgy fingered Gnomes. Ye need to go bothersome one else.” Said Stephen the grumpy Mugspewters. “I have not seen ye little goblins scrounging around picking at my tros. Ye tro thieves stealing my rock candy.” Said Ivan the goofy blonde haired Dwarf. The dwarven drunk turned around and handed the children some drumsticks and the children glee for joy. Rock candy was made of sugar cinnamon on rock with nutrients that make gnomes strong. “I love basilisk, ye two golem headed drunks. How ye two been?” Said the blonde haired child with the pig tails. “I hope ye love it, ye scavenging dogs. Puppy hounds made by Dwarven litter buggers. Ye lay eat and leave ye croppings around to stink up the place.” Said Stephen the oranage beard. “Ye smell the same man.” Said the Mohawk boy leader of the bunch. “Yeah, ye smell like rhinosaurses’s bottom. Ha,ha,ha.” Said the blonde with the ponytails. “I miss ye fine. The Pickaxe clan Terry, Robert, George. I miss me little gold minning princesses too, Lilth and Gwenth. I miss my little rebel ros.” Said Ivan the goofy smiling dwarven blonde dwarf. “We didn’t think ye children would be following us into the tavern. The little rascals always trying to scalp me out of me coin purse. How’s ye mum? How bout ye pa too?” Said Stephen the oranage beard Dwarven. “Me mum still bake the most decilious cakes Ivan, Stephen ye should come n’ eat some with me mum.” Said the blonde haired dwarven girl with the pigtails. “Me mum would love to enjoy yer company. She loves ye wrestlin’ in the night, so that she can sleep better from those ooie’s and awe’s. Said the Dwarven child

Gwenith with the pony tails. “Awe, I ye mum, she knows how to pat down the cooking dough better then anyone I know.” Said Stephen the oranage beard. “My mum don’t wanna merry you, ye drink o’ too much ale n’ meade. Ye smell o’ food vomit and other fluids unknown to dwarven children. But me mum always ask for ye.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. “That’s my experience in dragon munting, ye mother’s rump be as big as a dragon’s arse.” Said Ivan Mugspewter laughing until he slipped off his chair. “Ha,ha,ha. Enough if all this blubberin’, ye child children want to tell me about the best fighter in the battle ground’s the drunken brawler. Whats the bloke’s name.” Said Stephen the oranage beard dwarf with the single braid. Robert Pickaxe came and whispered something in the dwarven fighter’s ears. The children gave insight to the dwarven fighters by watching them. Robert Pickaxe was the scouter for the drunken dwarven fighters. “There’s this one fighter Stephen. His name be Fedor Ironsmith, he’s got a good jab and a right high kick. He’s a sturdy fighter with a good defense, his body is made of muscle like Iron we can chop him down I am certain. Hit him with a left hook and right uppercut and ye can take Stephen. Ye brother can beat him too if he get the pudgy dwarf on the ground.” Said Robert Pickaxe. “Look ye little rodent cave possum. I know what ye plannin’. Ye think we can bid high on him and use ye lads to gather everyone on me. I like the plan ye rooster top.” Said Stephen Mugspewter the oranage beard Mugspewter. “Alright lad, go get the bidders to start it up.” Said Ivan Mugspewters. The children ran and gathered everyone to bid a secret bet to bet on Stephen Mugspewter and Ivan Mugspewter brought a pouch of gold to bet on Stephen. Everybody knew of the Mugspewters and their name was legendary in the battle grounds. The tavern’s martial combat was the most popular sport in all of Tragga. Children from all over the mines come to watch the fight. Stepen knew that his face was known throughout all of Tragga so he took a trip outside of the tavern and shaved his hair and face. He left a single braid to keep in the dwarven’s style of facial hair. The arena was loud, cups and feet stomped in

unison as the dwarven champion came. He was four feet tall and came walking into the stone pavilion of the “Drunken Brawler’s, Tavern. He had no shirt with tattoo’s of Dwarven Hammers and Shields. His arms were hand knitted gloves with his finger tips petruding from the leather gloves. His tros were cotton leather boots. The announcer came into announce the challenger the dwarf came in bald with Nautical stars on his shoulders. “Lets get ready to rumble!” Hollared the barkeep. “Look at him. I know who he is lad that’s sh–!” Said a little child with a blonde pony tail. The fighters entered the battle arena and Fedor Ironsmith, the crowd’s favorite readied in their fighting stance. The crowd was secretly talking on the reigning champ Fedor Ironsmith and how strong he was. “Ye know, Fedor never caught a lost in the battle grounds. Me thinks that it has something to do what he eats. He ate a mountain lion with his bare hands, damn Ironsmith be as savage as a chimera. What about the challenger?” Said a dwarven spectator with a stubby neck. “I know not of the challenger, but he looks just as strong. His head be bald as a ostrige’s egg. Me know not of this one lady.” Said the dwarven fight fan. Stephen the bald dwarven fighter was unknown to his fans in his new appearance. He masked his face like a rogue’s cloak in the battle arena. Fedor came with a left and a right, Stephen evaded his punches with parries. Stephen came with a counter uppercut and right across. Fedor sprawled to the floor of the stone chisled arena. Stephen came with a spinning roundhouse and Fedor grabbed his leg and did a twisting slam throwing Stephen to the floor. Fedor came with a half mount and threw rambunctious punches pummeling Stephen in the face. Stephen grabbed a punch and pulled the dwarven champion into a triangular held them turned over into a full mount. “Look at Stephen, his oranage hair is no more. What happends if his head gets cold out their, he might have to make some hair out of tree bark ha, ha, ha. He’ll get termitel.” Said Terry Pickaxe short chop haired boy.

“Quit yer yappin’ n’ root for our friend Terry Pickaxe.” Said Gwenith Stonechilse. “Silence maul, ye gremlin orc looking Dwarf girls. Ye comb ye hair with a stone besides Stephen came with a double parry and a high block. He took the kick then countered with a series of punches and kicks landing. The punches kicks hit the dwarf square on the face, Fedor fell and timbered like a giant oak tree in the elven region. Fedor fell and the oranage beard bald dwarf leaped on top of Fedor. The two exchange some punches then Stephen began to smash Fedor with his elbow and Fedor’s face filled with lacerations. The arena’s floor was bloodied like a slaughter house in Tragga’s eatery. The two wresteled around like crocodile deathrolling in a canal. Then Stephen rose and was victorious. The battle grounds in the humble “Drunken Brawler’s Tavern,” was in an uproar. After the bout the children followed the pair into the dim lite cavern of Tragga. The corridors were lit with glowing fire toads tat ate moths and other ariel bugs that floated about. The cavern of Tragga was a winding pit that circled down into the bottom where the royal Tragga family lived. The cavern was filled with a shops and smiths, vendors that sold different types of armor weapons made from different types of ore. Some were lron, steel, mithril, platinum, all these armors were magically crafted by dwarven crafters. Dwarves were renown for the most sturdiest of steel. The ceiling of Tragga’s cavern had steel carts that housed engers to ride the steel cars to be pulled along the ceiling with a steel railing. Everything was stem operated and van on magical gems found in the cavern of Tragga deep into the depths of Tragga’s pits. Dwarves mounted a furry mole creature and golems worked at crushing stones and ore from the spiral of Tragga’s cavern. The flags of Tragga were a lavender color with dual war hammers that crossed under two mountains. The entourage of the Pickaxes and the Stone chisles came to the living quarters were the meager lived, the Dwarven people that lived here were the elderly and retired lived. The Pickaxes came to their home where they lived in a home made out of carved stone and wood with a came dwelling. “Hello grandmum’ how ye been. Have ye had any food yet?” Said Robert Pickaxe. “Have you gone anywhere, have ye got up n’ got some blood flowin’ in yer legs. Said Terry Pickaxe.

“Are ye hungry grandmum I’ll get the cauldron n’ the pourage ready.” Said George Pickaxe. “Where out of food, ye little piglets. We need some more coin so I can purchase from the general’s market.” Said Grandmum Pickaxe. Grandmum Pickaxe was a woman in her nineties and was older then any women in the living quarters of Stone Hendenge. She was senile and both her eyes were murky in her vision in the cavern of Tragga. Grandmum Pickaxe took come of the three little Pickaxes when and father died fighting off some goblins and some grey dwarves protecting a cavaran of mithril coming from the South. “Don’t worry grandmum, we just scored a win at the Drunken Brawler’s mug. We bid high on the other fighter then got everyone to bid on the fighter we wanted, ye knew Stephen Mugspewter.” Said Robert Pickaxe. “Aye, Robert, ye taking care of ye siblings. Me ravishing boy, ye hair should have been cut but ye too hard headed to listen me stone keaded child.” Said Grandmum Pickaxe. “Hello Mrs. Pickaxe, ye did in fine job raisin these young kids. Everytime I see ye sick in bed, it makes me heart think about ye wellbeing. How long have I seen ye n’ these children close to three, four years now. Ye ever thought about seein’ a healer, a paladin, or a priest, yer health seems to be faddin.” Said Stephen Mugspewter the Oranage beard Dwarf with the single braid. “I be back Mrs. Pickaxe, me bout to fetch some food at the general store, if ye need us me be back in a short spell.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. “Bye Mrs. Pickaxe, we return with enough food to have ye leaping and jumpin like ye was back in ye twenties. Ye wrinkles will vanish like time reversed for ye from mage’s portal.” Said Gwenith Stonechisle. “Bye, Bye. I love you Mrs. Pickaxe. We’ll return.” Said Lilth StoneChisle with the two ponytails. The children left with Ivan Mugspewter to the general market in the middle of the twisting tunnel cavern. Stephen was getting sentimental with the elderly grandmum, Stephen battled his whole life. He could never trust too many dwarves because Ivan was the most silly jovial dwarf whom trusted no one.

These dwarves were the strongest but trusted no one, they had countless friends die from coin and adventures, they were recrusted into the Tragga’s royal army years ago and now retrieved from their services in Tragga’s kingdom. The Pickaxe children and stonechisle siblings were the only friends the Mugspewters had, they help the children’s family with charity events that made the Mugspewter like the children’s parents, Stephen loved those children like his own. “Grandmum Pickaxe, I never asked ye what ye did as an occupation, what did ye do for coin Grandmum Pickaxe. Where did ye live, who was Mr. Pickaxe?” Said Stephen the bald Mugspewter. Grandmum Pickaxe laid in a bed in the front quarters around the stone chisled bed and quilts then coughed. “Grandpa Pickaxe I met in me thirties. Me never stayed with a man too long for men dwarves always fight n’ become greedy over coin or mithril. Me husband Mielvsky Pickaxe was a miner whom mone mithril in the cavern’s of Tragga’s inner cave. We use to sell Mithril to the Kobolt’s of Rin Tin. Those blasphemous hands double crossed our caravan from their envious pup general Cujo Jomojiro. The Kobolt general of Rin Tin. The young pup ambushed me husband n’ slam me son n’ daughter in law in battle me children had all three o’ the pickaxe boys at a young age. Me husband fought side by side with me n’ my son n’ daughter. Against the traiterious curr Cujo Jomojiro. The four of us made a box formation against the circuling raid of the Kobolt calvary soldiers. Are shields came together against the halberds against the halberds of the Kobolts Shinto monk samurai hounds. The thirty of us were fighting back to back against the circuling sickle of halberds and horseback, the dwarven giant kite shields panged from the assault from charging and knocking down samurai hounds.” Cough, Cough.” Said Grandmum Pickaxe coughing from her age and illness. The bald headed Stephen eyes were in a trance by the elder dwarven women’s story. “Continue grandmum Pickaxe, what else happened?” Said the wide eyes of Stephen. “The Kobolt general’s troops slain every dwarf until only I remained. Me seen my husband o’ twenty years slain in front o’ me eyes. Me children held hands as

they were impaled by halberds n’ spears. Our last remaining troops rocked back n’ forth like a rocking chair knocking down calvery soldiers, until only remainded.” Whimper,” Whimper”, I, I, “sniff”, “sniff.” A dwarven cannon ball explodeded and sent tremers to the stone and sent the calvary soldiers plummeting to their deaths. The patrol o’ Tragga’s guard attacked and sent general Cujo Komojiro in retreat to his abode. I survived, only me. I lived with these children for eight years now. I would have retired with grandpa Pickaxe, but now he is gone.” Said Grandmum Pickaxe. The elderly grandmum Pickaxe coughed and wheezed from illness, she must suffering from working at the forge for a lifetime molten metal. “Grandmum Pickaxe, I wish I could help ye. But it be beyond me time period me dwarven warrior. If their be anything I could do for ye young ones let me know grandmum pickaxe, let the eternal forge guide ye grandmum.” Said Stephen Mugspewters…

…Ivan and the Pickaxes and Stonechisles wondered into the marketplace which held a unlimited amount to shops and vendors. Forges banged constantly, inventors made crafts that flown of metalliac birds and the roads were chisled stone engraved with symbols of Tragga’s mountains over crossed warhammers. Giant golems powered by special gems made from the cavern’s natural energy from the electric bats that hovered in the cavern’s abyss. The bats have the gem across their backs that enable the bats to spew lightning to defend against the dwarven war machines. The children noticed a clothing vendor and pointed to the vendor. “Aye, goofy poopie ye need to buy new clothes, ye potatoe sacks clothes be as dirty as a pig rollin’ n’ mud. Ye need to buy new clothes o’ me mum won’t love to wrestle with ye no more.” Said Lilth Stonechisle with the ponytail and cute pudgy smile. “What Lilth ye mum don’t wrestle with me cause I got fancy clothes. Its because I wrestle good, like a bear.” Said the blonde Ivan Mugspewter. “What about me grandmum ye wanna to wrestle her. She might love to wrestle too.” Said Robert Pickaxe with the Mohawk.

“Ye grandmum couldn’t take we wrestling, her bones would turn to dust and her heart will explode for me exotic moves, ha,ha,ha.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. The dwarven entourage bought some leather jerkins and leather gloves, they were some hogg skinned leggings tanned by leather crafters. The outfit was snug and was humble and durable. Ivan kept a pair for Stephen in silk wrappings and the dwarven party headed towards the general’s market and bought poptatoes, onions and peppers, some herbal roots, for medicine for Grandmum’s illness. “Grandmum’s coughs will easily lighten the burden from her ailness. These herbal roots be from the frozen mountains o’ Tragga’s mountain top. These roots be expensive and cost a few silvers but its reliable.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. “We don’t see too much silvers since ye been missing. We missed you Ivan.” Said Terry Pickaxe with the short crop hair. “We have to be out their begging n’ sellin’ things ya know. Gift o’ the gab, me brother n’ us hustle something to eat all the time.” Said George Pickaxe the short haired boy. “I tried gambin’ a bit at the “Drunken Brawler’s,” tavern betting on fights. My expertise use to win us silvers form time to time until that bugger fighter Fedor Ironsmith. His hands be as heavy as stone n’ his right hook be a powerful as a kick from a mule. His ground n’ smash be like taking a stampede from rhinosaurseses.” Said Robert Pickaxe with the Mohawk. “Goodwork young lad. Robery, the eldest o’ the bunch, the wisesest o’ the bunch ye did the best could to take care o’ ye siblings.” Said Ivan the blonde dwarf with two braids. The two hugged and Ivan became tear stricken from the courageous boy whom wits fed the mouths of his siblings and friends. Ivan paid the general market’s clerk at a counter behind cupboards of spices and salts sold at the market’s center. The Dwarven apron wearing clerk handed the charge to the eccentric dwarf and the children and Ivan made their back to the Pickaxe’s homes. Ivan was telling a story about him dancing as he was heading back towards the Pickaxe’s home. “Me been a dancer for almost four years now. I been anywhere from Stormhind beyond Gorrum East towards the giant castle in the maelstrom in the sky. I been

dancin’ with me band o’ river dancers tappin’ our feet until we flown into the skies o’ Stormhind castle. I met wizards, princesses magicians, and oracles, Me fell n’ love with a women centaur when my Dwarven charms etched me name n’ her heart. She whinned like a donkey, hee, haw, hee, haw.” Said the Dwarven dancer leaping and clapping his heet together. “Ha,ha,ha.” Laughed the children watching the Dwarf dance and fiddle his feet. “Goofy, Poopie, ye be the life o’ the party. Yer dance move be like that o’ a over weight ballerina. Ye jester how ye did it. Fly towards Stormhind castle, did ye ride a pegesus or a griffon, how ye do it?” Said the short Lilth Stonechisle. “We road on a caravan that spun up towards the maelstrom tornado that led into the sky. We road the caravan twenty leagues into the sky above the clouds. The most prominent mages live their tree nymph elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Samarian lions that fight for coin. The city beyond beautiful crystal shards grinded by granite n’ grain.” Said Ivan Mugspewters with his wide eyes gawking at the young Dwarven children. “What happened to ye centaur, girlfriend what ye do then Goofy Poopie.” Said Gwenth Stonechisle. “We didn’t last long together, I was too short for the theral bred princess. Her nose was as big as a donkey’s.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. Along the path going towards Stone Hendge Street across was filled with forges that burned molten steel and thick smoke, the obscure air burned the eyes of the youths. The entourage waved the thick smoke from their mouths and face. Ivan Mugspewter began coughing and wheezing from molten steel, he leaped around and galloped from the smoke like a bronco bull. The dwarven blacksmith in front of the forge noticied a glowing weapon that had a spinning swivel that constantly turned behind the coughing dwarf. The weapin was like a saber with a spinning device that spun between the sword guard. The weapon had a glowing edge that illuminated with a energy that was unknown to the veteran craftsman, journeymen. “Aye, that blade o’ yers. Where ye get that from Dwarven Crusauder, what ye be paid for that blade?” Said the senior white haired blacksmith. “Dang ole’ forge o’ yers is fogging up my road. Use yer damn fan why don’t ya.

We have young ones around. They need air to breath you ox brain fool.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. “The roads here be free ye dolt, if ye can’t stand the smoke then move across the road. Ohhh, what is that thingy’ ye got around ye scabbard Dwarf. I never seen one of them things around. Are ye gonna tell me about that blade or not?” Said the journeyman blacksmith. “What is this. I got it from the Gadetteers town o’ Gnomes of Small pints. A portal opened from the town’s center from some sort o’ queer machine. A group o’ demon spawn came from another plain n’ began exploding the poor old Gnomes. The tiny pints exploded like a planes shifter. “Boom”, little Gnome pieces o’ flesh blotted all over the room. Half the town was obliterated by magical explosions burning the bums o’ thee wee bit sized halfpints. Areal nightmare, it twas!” Said the enthused Ivan Mugspewter. “I know that town, it be right across from Ra’ Shora. The collosium civilization o’ Draconian. Lucky ye made it out o’ their alive. Let me take a look at ye saber dwarven adventurer.” Said the Dwarven blacksmith. “What can ye tell me about me new blade you old coot.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. “See this spindle, the gear spin with tiny sprockets in its groove. The blade is a mechanical machine that generates power from some sort o’ power source. I would like to barrow this blade for awhile if ye don’t mind. What be ye name lad?” Said the elder blacksmith. “I be Ivan Mugspewter from the Mugspewter’s linage. My n’ me brother use to be guards in castle Tragga in the center o’ the windin’ pit. Ye better give me somethin’ if ye want me to hold on this blade o’ mine. I charge by the day.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. “I be Polanko Hammerthine clan. Me n’ me family been around since the first king o’ Tragga dug this cavern from the mountain’s rock. If ye let me barrow this blade, I would like to duplicate the blade n’ will give ye a copy. Is that fine with you Mugspewter.” Said Polanko Hammerthine. “That be fine, make sure I get me blade back Hammerthine.” Said Ivan Mugspewter.

“Hurry lets go Goofy Poopie, we’re hungry.” Said Lith Stonechisle the Mugspewter. “Hurry Goofy Poopie grandmum Pickaxe is hungry.” Said Gwenth Pickaxe with the ponytails. “Lets go!” Screamed the young Terry Pickaxe with the short bowl crop. “Lets go!” Screamed George Pickaxe with the short shoulder length hair. “Hurry before me grandmum die o’ ole age ye sloth.” Said Robert Pickaxe the Mohawk.

Chapter # 10

The Jackpot Threesome

Months past and the everwinter snow drizzled from the black abysmal sky. The snow poured like a avalanche from a mountain from the heavens. The sky was like the gods were throwing snow balls at each other from a mountain. A pinch of snow avalanching from the heavens. The mountains blew like a blizzard storm. The winter frost cut to the bone from the wisping of the wind. the band of three from the collosium’s Draconian games lived in a inn “The skeleton’s Key.” The three worked at odd jobs at Grammel’s Casions in the entrance of Grammel’s entertainment district. They dealt cards, rolled roulette tables and worked at the dice table’s station. Music blaired in a constant rythem of uptempo beats in an ansomble of trumpets and drums. Stylish and fashion was trendy in Grammel, the clothes consisted of bright valvet and silk ribbon coats that gave the pedestrians a regal welsh look. Made the wearer look like a Naval commander with all the ribbons on their clothes. The three had not seen the Dwarves or Prince Jojo for months. They made vows to go search for the little tanned skinned boy. Albert Thistledown worked across from Margret Thistledown at the card tables in a vest and ruffles and silk pants. “This red vest bring back memories aye. The first time we met, at the” Succubus’s in. Ye that Margret. Ye was a dancer, ye danced with vampire vixens for coin. Sleepin’ n’ drawin’ blood for any man who wanted you.” Said Albert AThistledown. “Aye, I . Ye worked as a violinist under Drike Van Heiser, he use to work ye like a hound carrying loads like a donkey. Ye use to stop by with Drike Van Heiser to perform for the symphony. Ye that.” Said Margret Thistledown. “Ya. The moment I laid me eyes on you my turtle dove I fell n’ love. My how the time changes yer beauty. Ye’ll always be fine n’ my eyes.” Said Albert Thistledown.

“Ye not the young stallion ye use to be. Now ye be move like an old mule n’ ye mane be peppered with black n’ white like a dash o’ salt n’ pepper. I still love you, stuck to ye for an eternity.” Said Margret Thistledown. Tyrendril Souleater took his break form the crap table where a small group of bards played music. The crowd danced in fox trot and twirled like a ballroom dance, in front of tyrendril’s table. Tyrendril Souleater came to the back den that lead to a finely oak wood door. The hallway was wood with wooden walls that had plaques with pictures of prominent casino patrons that won the Jackpot. The vampire kept all kinds of devices to cheat at the gambling house. Tyrendril was a veteran gambler with gadgets underneath his sleeves. Tyrendril looked inside the finely crafted door with his vampire magic. Usually human mages or vampire guards survey the area for magical altercations with casino cheats. He knew the schedules that they had. Tyrendril Souleater was a vampire with a multitude of service in vampire espionage, he use to serve Silf Mundore’s Liniage as a spy. All his magicks be advance. The vampire morphed into a small Gnome with goggles over his head and a small leather overcoat garb. He looked into the room and noticied a special gambling table with two elder humans with silk coats and ruffles with ribbets around the shoulders. They all had hats with feathers that made their heads look like peacocks. One Dwarf with a silk robe with gems that aligned his neck and rings on each of his stubby fingers. One other character stood in the corner in a decorative kimono worn by kobolts of Rin Tin, Tyrendril Souleater knew of these hounds from the west. These hounds studied a code of conduct called the bushido, made by dog monks of Zen Buddah. The tall german shepherd sat with his Genji samurai gloves looking at his cards. “That kobolts gonna be a problem. I need a desquise, if I am smaller they won’t pick up my scent or power level. The humans should be easy to fool unless their mages. I can’t sense any magic from the humans, the kobolt though is powerful. Let me try a Gnome.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. The Vampire Gnome reached for the handle. When he came in the dealer was handing out cards. The human in the lavender pulled pockets aces. (Excellent let me see what these scoundrels are betting.) Thought the human merchant. The other human in dark blue folded his cards. The Dwarven welsh regent threw some Poker chips into the table. He bid a hundred thousand gold coins. The bid was smaller then expected. The kobolts hound in his kimino and genji gloves threw a hundred gold coin chips to match.(Their hands got to be empty.)

Thought the human in lavender. The dealer dealt the flop. Ace, King, Queen. A,K,Q, hearts. The Kobolt raise the table to three hundred goid coin poker chips. (I see human, the Dwarf next to me has no pairs, I need to battle him in with my Jack of hearts and ten of hearts. J,10 hearts royal flush.) Thought the kobolt gambler from Rin Tin (I know these humans got nothin’, but this hound. He’s got somethin’ n’ his hand. I know it.) The Dwarf had.(J,10 of clubs.) straight. “I’ll raise it then gentlemen all in!” Said the human in lavender. (I got three aces, I know I am about to win, thought the human in lavender.) The table became intense with anxiety. Eveyone was ready to leap over the table and kill each other. “I’ll call it dammit!” Said the Dwarf and kobolt in unison. The dwarf looked at the human in lavender. “Three aces.” Said the purple human lavender in confidence. “I got a straight lad. What about you hound.” Said the Dwarven merchant. “I got a royal flush. Yours gold is mine!” Said the vicious snarl of the Kobolt samurai. The Dwarf and the human left the poker table and kicked up dust as they left. ‘Damn Kobolt hound. Ye took my small fortune. I’ll track ye down n’ stick a blade in ye gullet.” Said the dwarf. “To the depths of the underworld my furry friend if I ever see you again Kobolt.” Said the human in lavender with feathers on his cap.

“Arrrrgghh. Roof, Roof!” Barked the kobolt who took the pot. The Gnome sat at the table, he hopped up onto the chair like he appeared from thin air. “Deal me in”. Said the gnome. “You have to have a million gold coins.” Said the snarling Kobolt. “If you have anything equivilant my miniture friend.” Said the human in dark blue and feathered long cap. The Gnome thought of an idea and changed his bag of coins into platinum gems that weighted as much as a treasure chest. “This is equivilant to a millon gold coins my tall friends. Platnium from the caverns of the most elaborate miners with the most prestige in Tragga. Well is that acceptable?” Said The Gnome with the goggles. The dealer looked at the gems with an eye inspection and weighted it then, gave it a test with a small hammer that gave the identification of the metal. The sound was crafted by Trendril’s knowledge of the metal from years of dealing in money and fortunes. His countless years in Gorum taught every trick a thief should know over thousands of years. The Gnome got a millon gold coins worth of chips. The gnome watched for timing and had the same blue deck underneath his sleeve, he counted each fifty cared and contemplated where each card was at. The poker players played with eachother’s rythem by betting low then high bluffing eachother. They knew how eachother bet playing the first thirty hands. The Kobolt bluffed after a large pull, the human was too conservative. The Gnome Tyrendril was cheating and still took a hit from the Kobolt. The human players played for hours until they came to the final deal. The human bet all in on a straight with a small pull. The human had two hundred thousand gold coins worth of chips, the kobolt and Gnome saw this meager wage and called it. The kobolt then went all in on his final opponent. The Gnome called it. “What do you have, I have a straight gentlemen. This got to be my lucky chance.” Said the human in dark blue in a coat with ribbets. “What do you have my dog breath furry friend. The anticipation is killing my small bones.” Said the Gnome eye brows creased into a face of stern

determination. “To the underworld with you Gnome. Rrrrhh, roof, roof!” Barked the Kobolt in kimono with genji gloves. Heavens, I can’t believe that. That was the most thrilling game of poker I ever had. A lost a fortune, but I have many more.” Said the human in dark blue. “Gnome scoundrel. Never had I been bested in a underground poker game. A dead man’s hand for you!” Said the Kobolt samurai. The Kobolt left the underground pokergame stomping and barking. The kobolt turned and punched a hole through the wooden wall leaving a large gorge. The Gnome dragged his treasure chest and ordered a caravan. The caravan came and the Gnome went back inside for his last treasure chest of three million gold. The Gnome with the goggles came and tugged at a older white man with peppered black and white hair. The man in the ruffles in red vest with the plump nose and dark mole turned and looked downward at a Gnome. “What, what do ye need me short fellow Gnome?” Said Albert Thistledown running the poker table by the entertainment stage. “Its me. Tyrendril, I just hit the jackpot my low wage paid friend. My Gnomish luck comes from having some sproketts loose in my noggin! Said Tyrendril Souleater. “Tyrendril, is that you. Ye look strange as a Gnome, ye can hide underneath the tables n’ pickpockett the customers. How much did ye win, can I quit this god forsaken job?” Said Albert Thistledown. “Yes, will never work another job like this again. This jobs is for peons n’ farmers outside of Grammel. With my skills in calculations and the brain structure of a Gnomish inventor, I cheated the Vampires secret poker game. Where’s Margret?” Said The gnomish inventor. “Ye still don’t tell me how much ye made.” Said Albert Thistledown. “Three million gold coins.” Said the Gnomish Tyrendril. “Three million gold coins is enough to buy my own casion. We been runnin’ low

on coin. Thought that me n’ Margret might be livin’ in a cargo box near the port. Three million gold coins, how ye win it.” Said Albert Thistledown. “I won it in a strange pokergame in the casion’s rear, a secret table was their for the most exclusive regents. The most morbid looking characters I have ever laid my beady little eyes upon.” Said The little Gnome with the beady eyes. “You really like acting like a Gnome, Tyrendril ye been a vampire with thousand’s o’ years underneath ye belt. Ye must a been a royal Gorrum Knight.” Said Albert Thistledown. “I have spent countless years as a spy vampire knight in espionage in Ra’ Shora and Samaria. I have desquised myself in any skin, flesh of any living or dead creature. I know the smell, the behaviors of the creatures and the sounds they make. Being a vampire for thousands of years has its benefits.” Said Tyrendril the Gnome. “I’ll go get Margret Thistledown. Ye be lucky as a fox.” Said Albert Thistledown. Albert walked over to Margret Thistledown’s table and asked her to leave her poker station. The music blaired of river dance folk music. Violins and drums, tamberines and dancers kicked in unison. “Margret, Tyrendril Souleater just won a dragon’s hoard worth o’ gold. The souless blooding sucking bat just won it big. He disquise himself as a gnome from half pints and won big in the secret poker table in the back.” Said Albert Thistledown. “What really. Who was workin’ in the back. Ye know Adeleine, she was on duty this evenin’. So what now, we live the goodlife. I thought I would be liven in a tavern’s waste dump forever. Now look at us.” Said Margret Thistledown. Margret Thistledown hugged Albert Thistledown, then twirled around the man in his arms. The two followed the Gnome whom drug his treasure chest and made his way to his carriage. “Is that him?” Said Margret Thistledown with her hand over her lips. “That’s him. Kind o’ like a small child o’ runt aye. Look at his chubby hands.”

Said Albert Thistledown. “It reminds me o’ a basket hound don’t it. Tyrendril, clever the souless vampire. Ha,ha,ha.” Said Margret Thistledown. The three made their way out the casino and rode back to the skeleton’s key. They came across the skeleton’s key and carried the chest upstairs. The three slept in the same room while Tyrendril stood watch over the gold chest. Tyrendril watched as Albert and Margret awoken in the Everwinter night. The sky always remained dark and the snow cascaded down like cake frosting from the clouds. The three hopped into their carriage and looked for builders whom sold realstate, they planned to buy a deed for the casinos from the builders in Grammel. The three came across a building made by Vampire crafters with a sign that read.” The stone builder’s guild.” The vampire that anserwed was a vampire in a dark mantle with wire rim glasses and white slender face. The vampire had glowing red eyes. “What does you be looking for my Grammel patriots. What you looking to buy.” Said the Vampire builder. “We’re looking to buy a casino for “The stone builder’s guild.” We need some prices and deeds. We need the biggest and largest manor in Grammel. Whats the most expensive manor we can afford.” Said the vampire Tyrendril. “The most expensive casino is worth a millon coins. It be the size of a castle and it has its own brewry in the lower cellar of the castle. The casino is as old as Grammel itself. And the building housed the Dru’ laza linage before the vampire founder was bound to the bridge of Ra’ Shora.” Said the vampire builder. “That is intresting, my name is Tyrendril Souleater, this is Albert and Margret Thistledown. The casino is where in Grammel?” Said Tyrendril. “The casino is west over a bridge that leads into a castle front, the largest and grandest casino in Grammel.” Said the vampire builder. “What do you think Tyrendril, lets buy it.” Said Albert Thistledown. “You must be prominent regents or merchants.” Said the Vampire builder. “Nay, just people that are on a winning streak.” Said Margret Thistledown.

“Let us be off then. Well get the gold chest right now.” Said Tyrenril Souleater. The three lucky business partners hauled their gold chest from their carriage, the treasure chest was hauled from the caravan and the old builder leaped with joy at the sight of the treasure chest. “I just made the highest sale I ever had in thousands of years. The most expensive sale in my hundred thousand years of life. You people must be lords of a wealthy business, maybe royalty. Yee-hah!” Said the vampire builder with the wire rim glasses. “Just hand us the deed and the castle is ours right?” Said Tyrend Souleater. “Right.” Said the vampire builder. “Me own casino, owned by the Dru’ Laza liniage. Me family a be proud had they been here Margret. We own Grammel, well take over all the business in Grammel. Merchants will eat grapes off me n’ yer toes Margret. “Aye, we came along way Albert. Many moons o’ strugglin’ n’ many years in the collosium fighting for our lives. Merchants that chained us, then all most slain us. We survived Albert, my old mule, we survived.” Margret she kissed Albert and hugged her eyes watered from the fond memories and near deaths with Albert. “Now if you two narrow life spanned humans are done we need prepration for our casino. The three casino regents made their way towards their casino which was a former castle to the regent Dru’laza whom founded Grammel and the vampire race. They rode their cavern west through the through the gothic building in stone and wood, other building looked like cathedrals with stain glass and archaic gargoles. The three gambling lords roamed talents at musical arts. The three ed out flyers that were invitations to come, they posted flyers on walls of taverns and other casinos They came across a merchant selling furniture and machines that crafted the casino tables and other gambling merchandise. The three bought their tables, machines and other props that they needed to entertain the customers at the thistledown’s casino. The three made their way to the casino and whenthe giant clock tower in Grammel hit ten o’ clock in the evening the clock tower rang. The three spent countless hours preparing with almost a thousand servents at the casino. “The Royal FlushOf Hearts”. The horns blew louder then all other casino in Grammel, confetti was thrown from the balconies

of the castle. The entire castle rained of red, and greens, blues and white ribbons. The bridge aligned with masquerade entertainers. Jugglers, firespiters, beast tamers and dancers. Bards were outside and inside the hundred thousand acre estate owned by the founder of the vampire race. “Welcome, Grammel patriots, Welcome to the “Royal Flush Of Hearts.” Welcome to the most grandest casino ye fellow drunks. Drinks, spend all ye coin savings n’ ye might win it big. Any thing can happened at the Royal Flush Of Hearts. Said a announcer with a fancy white mask of a cat in red valvet. The inside of the casino had burgundy and yellow goldish trimmings. The ceiling had crystals that hung like translucent mirrors dancing around the ceiling of the Royal Flush of Hearts. The most renown chiefs worked at the casino cooking grilled basilisk. Giant sabertooth eats. Giants Necromedia bass and other delecacies. Strawberry short pound cake, raspberry short cake. Cinnamon toasted stroodles, candies made of glaze. Wine aged for decades, ale, meade grog from the most prominent brewers in The Royal Flush Of Hearts. The casino made their own alchohal. Blood vodka. Blood tonic, Dwarven blood with gin, Elven blood mixed with burbon and other alchohals. The best blood achohal for the most richest vampires for the most exclusive lords and business merchants in all of Grammel. The casino grounds was in a infinite amount of joy. The casino customers made remarks about casinos. Other gamblers with excitement. “This is the most elaborate casino I have ever seen.” Said a masked man with a black and white overcoat with ribbons and ruffles. “Me won it big, lads, I can retire with me wife n’ kids. No more mines n’ avalanches. Yahoo!” Said the Dwarven miner in leather and heavy boots. “I am rich, I just won ten gold coins, I am going to buy me a horse wagon and a plow for farming.” Said a man in green and yellow feathers.” A Dark Elf was going around stealing poutches and a vampire bouncer came by with a Kobolt woman soldier and grabbed the Dark Elf. The Dark Elf came with a fancy sissor kick and the Vampire caught the kicks and came with a spinning side kick that downed the Dark Elf that was going around stealing poutches and a vampire bouncer came by with a kobolt woman soldier and grabbed the Drow Dark Elf. The Dark Elf came with a fancy sissor kick and the vampire caught the kicks and came with a spinning side kick then downed the Dark Elf. The Dark

Elf then pulled out a posionious dirk with a black blade and posion spilled from the Kriss blade. The Dark Elf swiped the black blade back and forth like a sickle reaping the heads of wheat. The Dark Elf did twisting ariels and came with a stab, hack, and the Kobolt caught his wrist. The dagger flew through the air and hit a old rich merchant with a white pony tail and beard. The elder merchant’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he tumbled to his death. The Kobolt came with a uppercut to the body and the Dark Elf spewed blood from his lungs. The Kobolt did a two punch combination with a spinning elbow and knocked the Dark Elf into unconsciousness. The Royal Flush of Hearts was in a state of anarchy. The casino’s commotion died down. The festivies continued and the casino’s patrons were pleased. The top balcony over view stood watching over the entrance casino with Gnomes and other Vampire mages, human conjuerers that scouted the top view for cheats and swindlers that use magic to cheat the casino’s odds. A handsome elder woman stood in a ballroom dress with ruffles over her shoulder’s plume and she were diamonds and gold with diamond tiara. The man next. The man next to her was a elder Caucasian man with a plump nose and a mole. His hat was a elaborate turban styled hat with feathers all along the top of the hat and his tunic shirt was expensive with oval cotton shoulder pads. The man smiledat the casino’s mistress. “Look at me fair lady, the diamonds bring out ye eyes. Never thought coin could change the humble façade of Margret Thistledown. You look ravishing.” Said Albert Thistledown. “Albert ye be too much of a simpleton to be a welsh merchant. Its like giving gems to an ogre or goblins that speak the proper tounge. Ye look handsome in ye clothes.” Said Margret Thistledown. “Where do ye think ye will be, if we were in the collosium. Draconian lunch for the younger newts o’ Ra’ Shora. We did this with our own hands, us and that soul less bat Tyrendril. I can’t believe that vampire, he rescued us from the claws o’ the Draconian slave drivers and got us free. We lost the Samarian and those Sithamma natives but we did not lose our lives. We strived and conquered, there is no reward better then those with patience. Isn’t that right Tyrendril?” Said Albert Thistledown. “You humans be short of patience my small life spanned friends. You two would be flames to a moth had your luck never found the soulless being of Tyrendril Souleater. You ever think of that Sithamma child Jojo, you think the poor child

made it to safety in the clutches of that rogue. Never take for granited the mercy of fate.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “PoorJojo. Only the age o’ six n’ he still endures such trials. He was a prince n’ now he be a slave or a meal for rogue cannibals.” Said Margret Thistledown. Trumpets blown as a crowd gathered around the entertainment stage. An elder vampire with a balding head and scraggly white hair made a age for this conductor. The balding vampire had a black coat with a penquin’s tail, the symphony gathered around the stage and the conductor pulled off his gloves and the conductor’s gloves floated in mid air. The gloves held a rod and began to play. The vampire with the balding head pulled out his golden violin and the symphony played. The sound was haunting like wailing sirens at a lake. The crowd became captivated. Tyrendril beganto feel the magic from the conductor’s symphony’s, beautiful haunting melody. “Albert, Margret, you feel that. That is the force of magic enticing the hearts of our casino patrons, you know of this conductor.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. Albert Thistledown struck his fist down upon the balcony railing and his face became red like a tomato, his eyes became moist from the memories that flooded his heart. “My son Nethaniel, my daughter. Ye will be avenged, Drike. Drike Von Heiser, my father’s master. Ye brought doom to me family a now ye made ye way into my life again.” Said Albert Thistledown raving jargon that was unaudible to the ears of Tyrendril. Margret stared with horror at the grand lord Drike Von Heiser the oldest vampire in Grammel, a direct descendant of Dru’ Laza the founder of the vampire race, here. She looked onto her husband’s red face. Tears streaked the face of Albert, Margrets nose began to run. Her eyes began to tear. “Drike Von Heiser, he set us up and enslaved us to the Draconian collosium. My son and pregnant daughter lost their lives because o’ that vampire. Now he is here to haunt us again. Albert probably wants this vampire slain.” Said Margret Thistledown. “Aye. I hearing the take of Drike Von Heiser, you told me how he set you up to steal the golden violin of his forefathers. And sent your family to the Ra’ Shaora’s collosium. The tidesof fate stricken you two.” Said Tyrendril

Souleater. “We need to kill that vampire!” Said Albert charging the vampire. Tyrendril held Albert before he charges into his death. Tyrendril grabbed him and looked into his eyes. “Wait, let us make preperations before you exact your revenge on the lord vampire, his symphony are powerful guards that bring forth mages and necromancers, conjuerers and summoners. Make this day the day you not attack Drike Von Heiser head on. Only doom awaits.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “You go down n’ talk to the blasphemous vampire, if I see him face to face I may plunge me danger into his heart. Margret we must before Drike Von Heiser notice our presence in the casino.” Said Albert Thistledown. The captivating music made the casino patrons intoxicated to the music and made them careless with coin. The Thistledowns began to stumble with each step like ale deluded their minds. They hid behind the bed chambers waiting for the symphony to stop. Hours ed and the symphony ended with a bow. The conductor’s rod continued to compose. The symphony all wore black like the conductor Drike Von Heiser. Tyrendril came down the balcony clapping nonchantly like some one of high statue. “Bravo Drike, Bravo. You did marvelous at your rendition, that was a old tune made the symphony of Gorum’s Malechembre. That rendition was made by the eldest vampire in the realm of Gorrum by Dru’Laza. The tune was a dance of death between Dru’ Laza and the Mundore family liniage that over thrown the vampire necromancer. Nice to meet your aquintance my vampire friend. I be Tyrendril Souleater of the house of Souleater.” Said Tyrendril Soul smiling. “I be Drike Von Heiser of the Von Heiser linage. The Von Heisers created the first symphony in this realm of the world. Dru’Laza was soothe by the music and the thirst for blood lighten its load upon the undead heart of Dru’Laza. In vampire creed the sounds of stringed instruments soothe the greed of the devil upon the vampire’s first spawn. Dru’Laza would have destroyed the realm of the living had not the symphony been created. I was glad to soothe the hunger of the thirst in your eardrums.” Said Drike Von Heiser. The vampires stood trying to read eachothers minds by telephathically moving

their hands to touch eachother’s brains. “Quite the lord you are to own my family’s house. The house itself is a Landmark renown for symphony renditions. I never liked this home because this place is haunted by the undead wails of the tortured. Vampires and humans alike. Look at all the gold coins in my treasure chest. That is what you call soothing the beast. Is there anything you would like to know about the Von Heiser linage.” Said Drike Von Heiser. Drike was becoming annoyed by how powerful has hands of telephathy was. The vampire wanted to take his leave. “Is that golden violin a family heirloom. If so, is there any chance you would par take in selling or trading that violin.” Said Tyrendril teasing Von Heiser at their mental game. “No.” Said Von Heiser. “Well, if you would like an invitation to perform, feel free to come again.” Said Tyrendril Souleater smiling. “I will come again Souleater, I will.” Said Drike Von Heiser. Drike Von Heiser left the Flush Of Hearts. His body guards the treasure chest on their carriage and left. Gorum snowed with a light drizzle as Drike Von Heiser left. The Thistledown’s slumbered in their bed quarters in their master set bed…

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Chapter # 11

My First Love

“I never had problems in my love life. I was young boastful, I made love from the whim of my own pleasure with my lover. I was a rogue, a pirate, a thief, I stole the heart of only one woman I came across until this woman broke my heart. I know the age she was, she is my companion, my soulmate, Hannah Hagglecoin the only lover I ever knew…- Sir Greygoose”

The school tower citadel of Robin Zorro is filled with the most prominent students in all of Gorum. The rogues of the Undercity is filled with rogues from every guild in the undercity, the rogues academy at Robin Zorro teaches them most advance techniques taught by rogue mages. The school taught advance techniques at stealth, martial arts and magical techniques taught by rogue mages. The school taught advance magicks, advance hand to hand martial arts, Ninja arts taught by Kobolt Ninjas, Samarian Lions teaching the arts of Shamantry and healing. The academy of Robin Zorro was thirty miles from the eyes of rogue’s guild. The citadel Robin Zorro was underneath the town’s market in the middle of the market of Gorum. The citadel housed the most exclusive instructions, in all of Gorum. Prince Jojo Sithamma was now at the age of Fifthteen, all his fondest memories was at the eyes of gold’s guild. He did everything with Alabaster Shifthand and Nevel Nimblefoot. His most intimate friend was an eccentric know it all girl whom constantly nagged the bald rogue Jojo. Her name was Hannah Hagglecoin. The two made their way towards the eyes of rogues guild and readied to say their fairwells to Alabaster, Nevel and Hannah Hagglecoin’s mother. The carriage stood outside the guild. The two commanders stood talking to Jojo the rogue. “Jojo ye grown into a find young man. Ye be at the age now to become a commander in the rogue’s ranks. I seen a multitude o’ adventures with you young squire. You have proven your valor for a decade or so in ye young life.

When ye return, ye will be a rogue master. who gave you hope boy. .” Said Albaster Shifthand. His eyes watered from the emotional scene with his mentor. The room was intense between master and pupil. He gave Jojo a hugg. “Don’t be gettin’ teary-eyed with me. Jojo you strapping young lad. A master at ye own destiny, ye go to the academy n’ make us proud Jojo. Said Nevel Nimblefoot. The two made their way outside the Eyes of Gold’s guild near the fountain. The caravan waited outside of the guild and the two young adults readied to board their carriage. The two held hands and looked into eachother’s eyes. “These ten years have been the most fondest years of my life Jojo, I never knew love. You are my first and only Jojo, that. I have lost many friends and kin in this journey now begins with you Jojo, may the ending be by yourside love.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Love is something I met stealing treasure chests and robbing rogue caravans Hannah, I stole all these treasures with you.” Said Jojo Sithamma. The two lover rogues kissed and embrassed eachother. After a brief moment, Morganna Hagglecoin came and escorted the two young lovers to the carriage. “Hannah, you ready dear?” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “Yes mother.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. The carriage took a road going east towards the underground academy of Robin Zorro, the academy was thirty miles under the caverns of the undercity of Gorum. Firetoads lit up the sewers like tourches, the fireflies in the sewers lit like lanterns. Like fire flies in the Moon glades, the roads in the sewers have been around for generations of vampire dominance. The black and gold carriage rickette back and forth. The lavender sheets swished in the darkend caverns of the Undercity. Flying fire toads kept leaping towards the caravan and Morganna Hagglecoin’s Hammersword kept smashing the toad into toad bisquits. The Hagglecoin rogues stood on the caravan swatting the fire toads like flies. The two young lovers spoke.

“Hannah what if we don’t see each other at Robin Zorro?” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Why, you worried do you think you won’t be qualified in talent at Robin Zorro? Said Jojo Sithamma. “Blasphemous. I raided dungeons and dragons beyond any normal rogue could muster. Death is a thief that eluded my blades.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Then what worries you love?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “What will I learn, do I need this training, I never failed any task up to date. I fought countless dragons, goblins, imps and ogres. What will you learn. Will we be together?” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Will we be together?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin with her face flushed. She turned over and punched him with her huge gloves made from the palms of golems that the conjuerer’s summoned from a alternate plain. Jojo woke from his stupor and smiled at Hannah with his playful gestures. “Don’t jest with me Jojo, if you ever try to leave after my mother took you on this journey to the academy I am going to kill you at the academy bury you underneath the school’s lavatory. Is that understood you little curr. I will lop your appendage and feed it to a Drake.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin the blonde rogue. “Never love, I jest with you love. I been through too much with you love. I been through too much with you Hannah, just the thought is too much without you Hannah. Just the thought of indfidelity is impossible to act upon love. Worry not Hannah, worry not.” Said Jojo Sithamma. The thought of young thievering maids came upon his mind and aroused the young mischevious rogue. Jojo Sithamma got up and rubbed at his cheeks. “I’ll never leave you Hannah, you’re the rogue that stole my heart a long time ago and the coins from my heart. The cache from my beating poutch will never be filled without your kisses Hannah.” Said Jojo Sithamma whom came in for kiss. Hannah stared out onto the sewer’s road and pondered on the words of Jojo, she loved him and knew that she will not tolerate sharing her first love with another

woman. The simple minds of the young, grown at the age of their times. The carriage traveled through circles and forked pathways covered in moss and formaldhyde from the sewer’s waste. The carriage came towards a bridge that had gargoyles that align the bridge’s paraphet toward off evil against the academy’s tower. The tower was mosaic like a church or cathedral. The stain glass depicted scenes of legendary rogues that made history in the rogue’s religion. The tower had a giant clock in its center and spires rose from every crevise of the academy’s walls. The upper had a griffon’s hanger, the grounds had enslaved ogres that carried stone squares to build the academy’s walls. The carriage came into the city of Robin Zorro and everything inside was made of colorful youthful designs of the cities culture and art. Elaborate fonts of words that describe the expressions of food or products these young shop corners owned. Young adults around the age of fifteen to eighteen made the entire’s city’s population next to the ancient instructors. The academy had humans, gnomes, kobolts, tree Nymph elves. Dwarves that traveled from Tragga. Steam powered machines operated by Dwarves walked through the cobbled roads of Robin Zorro. The sight of the city made the young couple feel like theywere in a fantasy world, in an alternate realm the astral plane of the slumbering of the youths. The carriage came to a stop in front of the auditorium of Robin Zorro. Young rogues gathered around the entire auditorium’s podium. To hear from the announcer, the principle. Hannah hugged her mother fairwell. “Fairwell mum. I will be back home as soon as I can mum. Don’t forget to send me some of your apple crisp.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin to her mother. “Goodtiddings to you mistress Morganna Hagglecoin, I will keep your daughter safe and keep her spirits high.” Said Jojo. “You make sure you do that Jojo. I baller not see your bald head stealing another girl’s heart or I will cut your tounge Jojo. Do not be so boisterious around the rogue maidens. Is that understood?” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “Acknowledged mistress Morganna Hagglecoin.” Said Jojo Sithamma smiling. Jojo grabbed Hannah Hagglecoin’s hand and she gazed into her lover’s eyes. “Come on Hannah.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Jojo.” She leanded over and blessed him over his head and kissed him on his cheek.

The auditorium was a mock of an alter in a cathedral, the dome above was painted with pictures of angles whom battled against men of Gorum. Some Human, some Vampire from the red glowing eyes. A tree Nymph elven man in a green leather garb and symbols of two kriss daggers crossing aligned the flag on the Elf’s sash. The auditorium was a mock of an alter in a cathedral, the dome above was painted with pictures of angles whom battled against men of Gorum. The elven man in a green mantle spoke. “Welcome my young recruits into Robin Zorro, the most renown academy in the realm of Gorum. This academy is requirement to be a commander of a guild. All commanders of any guild in Gorum well need a certification from Robin Zorro to be a guild leader.” Said the tree nymph elven instructor. He reached his hands unto the heavens and his heads transmormed into roots that dug into the ground. The auditorium became engulfed with green pastures that changed into an oak tree in the middle of the auditorium. The giant tree had a face of that of a elder wizard with a plump nose, the tree Nymph Elf then began to scale the giant tree and rocked the tree back and forth like a pendulum. The tree’s had began to shake and paires fell from the tree. The fruits of the tree was magical. The tree then spoke. “I am princilple Frizzit Moonshroom, I been teaching here at Robin Zorro for more then ten thousand years. Our academy produced the most renown rogues in the world. Jack the Hack Alabaster, the guild of Crows. The Dark Elves of Heistmoon. Here at the academy you learn martial arts from Kobolt ninjas, tree Nymph mages teach elementals powers. Dark Elf Illusionst will teach you to hide in the shadows, breath underwater to fly and sneak into the dreams of the sleeping. Dwarven crafters will teach you how to make your own bow, build steam powered machines that run on the power of elemental crystals in the caverns of Tragga. This is a secret academy that house only rogues of the undercity. Only with the alliance of your allies will guarantee your safety. The training exercise to evaluate your rank and position in the school’s roster begins now. Gather in the exercise. Gather students of Robin Zorro.” Said The principle speakingthrough the grand oak tree. The giant oak tree pushed through two double doors of the auditorium that lead to the war room. Ten thousand new recruits from Robin Zorro entered the auditorium’s battlegrounds The inside of the Dark decrepit war room was a four thousand square feet by a four thousand

square. The inner quarters of the auditorium’s battleground had a blue spinning sphere that was a nexus to another dimension, the sphere opened up a rift and called creatures from another plain into the battlegrounds Jojo Sithamma came into the war room still holding Hannah Hagglecoin’s hands. She looked into the face of her love for confidence and courage. “Alright love, stay close. If we fall, we fall together.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “You better not leave my side Jojo.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “I won’t” Said Jojo Sithamma. The spinning sphere spun and the nexus opened and out came a score of ogres. The nexus kept spawning gobins, ogres, in repitions. Spider wretches also came from the calling with upper bodies of a man and lower bodies of a spider, these creatures also carried double sided bladed swords. The rogues gathered in formation as heavy rogues in the front brandished heavy kite shields then went into cover under rogue’s stealth ability from their magical clothes. The room full of rogues became quiet as the rogues disappeared from the monster’s vision. Other rogues began lobbing explosions into the frey of goblins ogres as spider wretches charged foward. The ogre slammed down with the creature’s giant flail spike ball and chain. The ball imploded the ground sending debris of stone fragments flying. The frontline’s shields beat like a catapult’s boulder defending against the massive weight of a boulder. Bodies of rogues twisted and contorted in strange manners that left their bodies mauled and rogue bodies twisted and contorted in the air. Their bodies then wisped away back into the auditorium from their magical amulets. Jojo Sithamma fired his hand sized crossbow in his wrist that came as a standart tool for the Eye’s of Rogue’s guild. The bolts filled with dragon tonic punctured the fore head of the two headed ogre and exploded the ogre’s head. The ogre’s head caught flames and tumbled over the rogues, some had rolled into evasive maneuvers and the others were trampled underneath the massive ogre’s head. Some had rolled into evasive maneuvers and the others were trampled underneath the massive ogre. “Tighten the ranks, bring more defensive soldiers to the front line!” Said Jojo Sithamma. Hannah Hagglecoin flung her mighty Hammersword and the weapon smashed into another ogre behind the flaming dead ogre snapping the ogre’s neck like

tearing Chicken breasts from a roasted chicken. Goblins charged Jojo and Jojo did a number of flips and landed over the head of a goblin and walked over shoulder to shoulder stabbing the top of the goblin heads as he zig-zagged along. He doubled back behind the ranks of the heavy shielded rogues. A goblin commander was giving out orders to other goblins. “Ugglear, Ugglerah, Orgh,”(grunt.)” Ugglear, Ckarr! Said the goblin commander in jibberish jargons that sounded like snorts and snarls. A few goblin mages cast a acid storm that bubbled over the rogues cloaked postion, the acidic base was corrosive and seared the cloaks into a steam eating the rogues magical cloak. The spider wretches saw now where the rogues where and launched an ariel strike with the twin double sided blades that it carried, the blades spun through the air like a sickle cutting grains of wheat. The rogues in the rear ranks were decapitated as the heads summersaulted through the battlegrounds hall. Blood spewed as people screamed. Their bodies were then whisped away back into the auditoriums main hall. “This simulation is diabolical, hold your composure, gain your resolve!” Said Jojo Sithamma barking orders at the frontline. An ogre with a spikeball flail came charging the frontline. “Jojo get down!” Screamed Hannah Hagglecoin. The seventy pound heavy hammersword shrieked through the air and the impact dislocated the ogre’s neck and the ogre’s head dangled around the ogre’s shoulders. The middle ranks of the rogues began to gather, they assembled their multi-rapid shot bows that looked similar to a ballista. Jojo saw what these rogues were doing. “Frontline. Make room for a volley, turn your shields and create a gap. Move rogues!” Said the unknown rogues with the glowing yellow eyes. The frontline heard the orders and opened a gap by turning their shields sideways. Some bended on one knee the others stood standing. The rapid shot ballistas fired a constant volley of arrows that punctured the goblins and imps like pin cushions. The goblin and imps began to fall in their ranks. Rogues began to spray a volley of arrows that blinded the ogres by puncturing their eyes with a spray of arrows. The multi-rapid shot ballistas fired with spring activated

realease leaving goblins, imps, and ogres dead. A spider wraith leaped over the front ranks and landed swinging its double sided sword hacking the rogues into pieces as their bodies wisped back to the auditorium’s main hall. Jojo Sithamma leaped over the swinging spider wraith’s swinging blades and summersaulted into a downward plunge and stabbed the creature in the forehead then swung around the spider’s dieing anthrax. The rogue then fired explosive bolts at leaping spider wraith leaping to land to assault the human cadets. Hannah Hagglecoin swatted the goblins like flies smashing skulls, snapping necks and crushing bones with her mighty swing. She then back stepped for room and launched her hammersword that hit a leaping spider wraith sprawling them to the stone. Then the Hammersword double back and mauled a spiderwraith from the air. Jojo noticied the goblin commander with the steel helm and plume hanging from the Trojan styled helmet and fired a flaming explosive bolt that set the goblin’s remaining torso on fire. The explosion left napalm and motar from the dragon tonic on the goblin’s remaining torso on fire. The explosion left napalm and motar from the dragon tonic on the goblin mages, they incenterated from the liquid flames. The acidic rain stopped. But the summoning of goblins, imps and ogres remained. One by one the rogues fell until only two rogues remained back to back. A spiderwraith plunge its double sided sword into Hannah Hagglecoin with such veliocity that Hannah Hagglecoin’s body jerked and was hoisted into the air. Jojo Sithamma turned around and caught his first love in the air then kissed her. “I will you in a moment love.” Said Jojo Sithamma. Blades entered the back of Jojo Sithamma and his lungs gave into the gothic blades that contained dark inscriptions on the blades. Jojo then wisped back into the auditorium’s hall. Jojo smiled at the sight of Hannah Hagglecoin. “Bravo young rogues, never had I witness such gallantry in a young rogue. The academy welcomes you, we have appointed all positions for every qualified rogue. Team leaders, sub captains and commanders for the highest rank students at Robin Zorro. The women will be housed in the East Wing and the West wing will house the men cadets. Class will begin at dawn at twelve. Class will begin at dawn at twelve hundred hours when the clock tower’s bell tome. Get a goodnight’s sleep and be ready class. At your leave.” Said Frizzit Moonshroom. The two highest rogues was Jojo Sithamma and Hannah Hagglecoin. The madallions on their necks contained embeliums of their house. House Chimera

and House Cerberus, the east wing housed house Pegasus and Medusa. Jojo wore the Cerberus embelem and Hannah wore the Pegasus medallion. The two walked towards the courtyard which was made of cobbled stone and the middle of the courtyard was a fountain of a rogue on a knee lifting a golden chest. Fountains were common in the undercity, they were connected to veins of water that were fresh to pump clean water to drink. The young men and women made their way towards the tower’s entrance which was a oakwood double door in laquer varnish and the head of each doorknob was the head of two griffons. Jojo carried Hannah Hagglecoin in his arms like a crib, he smiled at Hannah Hagglecoin. “Hannah you weigh as much as a wolly mammoth. You have to light your burdens on your mother’s beef broth.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Iam so famished Jojo. My body is fatigued from phantom blades that enter my body and tear at my muscles. I love you Jojo, we did well.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin with her arms around Jojo’s neck. “Hannah when you sleep this evening. Dream about our conquest for our guilds to prosper beyond any guild in Gorum. Sleep and think of me love, do not let another rogue steal your under garments. Your under garments belong to me love.” Said Jojo Sithamma. The two walked up the staircase up towards the curving staircase that came to an intersection underneath the giant portrait of an elder human with a plump nose and a white mane filled with wrinkles. The entrance to the cadets dormitory was filled with lanterns with firetoads that ate flying moths. The walls and floor was stone granite, the tapestry on the walls was a rogue’s religion with quotes and parables about stealing. The brotherhood of rogues, to steal and to band together. The law of the rogues creed is to aid your brother rogue in his heist. Said the quote. The floor was green, the walls were also green, the flag of dual kriss daggers crossed with their curving blades similar to a serpent’s tounge. Young cadets called to the popular new cadets with the highest rank in the battle qualifications. “Hey look, it’s the two sub-commander’s with the highest rank. Get a room, fornication in the public is unseen in Robin, Zorro ha,ha,ha.” Said a cadet hooting and whistling.

“Rogue love is putting ye hand n’ trying to steel an electric eel from the sea, a shocking sight.” Said another fat rogue in a tunic. “You stink lad, like a wet platterpuss.” Said another skinny rogue. “Shut up rogue. Love is not always a joke to laugh at, do I look like a jester to you blokes. No, so remove yourselfs from our prescence.” Said Jojo Sithamma with the Cerberus medallion on his neck. “Yes sir, sub-commander.” Said another rogue. Jojo made his way to Hannah’s room which was dormitory cells that were split into two groups one was house Medusa. Jojo walked where Hannah’s room was at three eleven on the third floor of house Pegasus. Jojo pushed the door and a tann skinned Samarian girl stood their with long hair and green eyes. This ebony skinned girl greeted the two young couples who walked in. “We have new faces among us. Who do you lovers be, walking in here like your married?” Said the ebony skinned girl. “I be Hannah Hagglecoin. This is my betroved Jojo.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “That is your betroved. You’re a little young to be getting married, but worry not, love can blossom in any weather.” Said the ebony skinned slender girl. “Love is something you find that shines through the darkness of the abyss. When you find it you cling on to it.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Love is something that eludes me, I haven’t found a rogue that meets me expectations. They need to be handsome and steal more gold then a dragon’s hoard. Love is something you got to cling on to you don’t say.” Said the ebony skinned girl. “My name is Hannah Hagglecoin.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “My name is Willow Dubeax.” Said Willow Dubeax.” “My family come from the jungles of Samaria. My father was a grand shaman in Samaria he peddles elixirs to charm, entice or intoxicate. He’s a welsh merchant but found his way in the undercity of Gorum. Now he created the guild the

Mulan Rouge. Our guild is a dancing and singing guild where we steal the hearts of many.” Said Willow Dubeax. “So you sing and dance that’s lovely. Maybe we shall practice that craft together willow, if you steal the hearts of the crowd, yous can steal the pockets of the crowd.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Good evening mistress Willow Dubeax. It is a pleasure to meet your aquintance. I am Jojo Sithamma of the Eyes of gold’s guild. The evening is late if you don’t mind, I would like to speak to miss Hagglecoin before I make my departure.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “That’s fine Jojo, I won’t be a bother to you.” Said Willow Dubeax. Jojo Sithamma turned to Hannah Hagglecoin and they kissed. Hannah Hagglecoin smiled and they talked about what they were going to study, what they were going to do when they were done with their time at the academy. “You think your mother would ever merge the Hagglecoin guild with the Eye’s of gold. Would you do it?” Said Jojo Sithamma. The two laid in bed across from Willow’s bed and talked to eachother. “I would, I would do anything that would tie the knot between our guilds. Is it wise?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Tie the knot, you say it like you want to marry me. Is that what your saying, ha,ha,ha.” Said Jojo anxious by the comment. “I would Jojo. Is that something I should be shamed of?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. Willow Dubeax gawked at the two love birds and was mesmerized by the scene and dialogue. “No. I will marry you Hannah Hagglecoin after our term in the academy. You’re

the only rogue that can pickpocket my heart. Your tools are your eyes and lips Hannah.” Said Jojo Sithamma. She looked into his yellow eyes and he looked into her blue eyes and he looked into her blue eyes like glaciers in the Tundras of the North. He kissed her. The thought came to his mind about making love to Hannah Hagglecoin, but Hannah’s roommate was across form Willow Dubeax. “I have to go Hannah. I will find you in the early mourining for class, sleep well Hannah.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “My body is hot like a volcano Jojo. I need it to be put out.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Composure love. Not around our guests love.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “You rogue skank. I can’t believe I am listening to this rubbish, where is my lover. You two need to depart.” Said Willow Dubeax. She pulled her pillow from her bed and lobbed it at the two melodramatic rogues. “I’ll make my departure now. Willow I apologize for the provocative gestures. I will leave now.” Said Jojo Sithamma. Jojo took his leave and journeyed towards his sleeping quarters.

Chapter # 12

School of Rock

-“Knowledge is the bread of life, I grow stronger, faster with the bread of life. Knowledge is the seed that grew the apple tree that I ate from. The knowledge of growth came from the seed I grew from my studies. I was a mage. I was an inventor, I was a cleric, I was a farmer. I am Greygoose the God of Rogues”

The tower of Robin Zorro was filled with young adults and children all in adulthood by the standart of Gorum. These cadets had eccentric styles that differ from the other rogues in the undercity. Some cadets had long colorful hair with braids. Some had pets on their shoulders from magicks and others had goggles on their heads. The cadets mainly had on their attire of leather jerkins and skirts. The inside of the school hall was stone granite that was filed down by stone to make a flat surface. The plaques on the walls written in gold cursive on legendary quotes of rogues, thieves and commanders that stole the most priceless heirlooms in the realm. The inside of the school was black marble onyx that had enchanted glyphs that made the stone industructable to magical assaults and physical melee. The academy was filled with bards playing instruments, rogue mages casting spells on other classmates. Dancers, singers, ninjas, thieves with talents that are renown and have special traits that their guild can only capitalize from. Hidden treasures in the wall or ceiling for special rogues that their ancestors left for them. Cadets crawled on walls, some teleport with some elemental powers. Some rogues rode on mounts riding through the halls. The bell tomed during the early mourning and all the cadets made their way to their classes. Jojo Sithamma was walking up a flight of stairs and noticied something through the wall. Their was something written on the wall. “Those that hack will find a treasure on the track. Eyes in gold will let the treasure be told.”

“What is this suppose to mean anyway. There is something behind the wall.” Said Jojo Sithamma, talking to himself. Jojo Sithamma found something on the wall, a lock mechanism that needed a key or something to unlock the hole in the wall. Jojo pulled his lock picking tools and began to open the lock in the wall, he pulled his magnifying glass then began to fanegale with the safe in the wall. A click. And the safe opened up. The brick on the wall slid and opened up to reveal a gold coin that had a number of a two. “What is this wonder. Must be something special, I better hold on to this.” Said Jojo Sithamma. Jojo walked a flight stairs and wondered towards the room above on the left side in the hallway’s corridor. The hallways was tourch lit by fire toads that ate moths in a lantern, the classroom was filled with a laboratory with book shelfs and beakers with glass funnels and chemicals mixers that combine liquid tonics from dragon ivy, soldier wraith’s anthrax and other magical compounds. The walls was align with spinning globes that spirial in a sphere that detect power levels of mage rogues. An elder mage rogue in a green robe with brownish tannish magical gloves in introduced himself to the class. “Hello class I am the grand wizard Zedd Tobaggins, I have spent countless years perfecting the art of magic. I teach black magi arts like fire, ice and wind. These elemental arts are the nessicary tool for surving in the realm of Gorum. I also teach the cleric magical arts of healing. I will be your tutor in arcane arts. The spindle upon life’s rotation around the world of Gorum extends from the knowledge of how arcane arts work. Water defeats fire, fire defeats ice and wind defeats earth. This class session you will learn about fire, fire is a tool to cook or keep you warm in the frozen trenches of Gorum. Fire can help you see in the dark tunnels of the undercity, fire is a combination of heat eminating form your aura and mana in our human soul. When your mana aura is depicted you will need to rest to enhance your mana. Turn the text books on your desk to page twelve. When I read about fire, the spell is a text made by druids to keep warm in the wilds. The spell has a symbol of a flame. The flame has inscriptions in a language that is similar to Druid text and the text is about the first mage that ever created the text…” Said the grandwizard in his lecture. Jojo Sithamma sat at his desk and opened his book and recited the text in his

mind, and when he did he felt a sensation around his body. Like his body was eminating an aura, he knew the aura was hot and knew how to Channel the energy. “Look I got the flame already without learning the proper way to channel. I always knew I was a ravishing bloke at Magi then most. What do you think Marcus?” Said the black haired boy with pony tails and glasses. “No kidding you Ignoramus. You’re a damn vampire, spawned from the whore’s womb which you came from. My magi ability is only half of yours.” Said the short haired red head of the human boy. “Whatever, you can’t blame me for your short comings. Marcus your suppose to be a sub-commander from the Chimera house. You can barely read the text. Your not the most smartest rogue either.” Said the Vampire cadet with the red glowing eyes. “Alucard you dolt, I can read. I just prefer to write more, I write more poems then read them is that understood.” Said Marcus. “Excuse me my two young cadets. Is it too much of an intrusion to stop you two from interrupting my class.” Said the grandwizard Zedd Tobaggins. “No my apologies.” Said Alcuard the red eyed Vampire. “Carry on magician, my patience wear’s thin for your class.” Said Marcus. “Whats your name?” Said Marcus the red haired short cropped boy. “Patience young cadet, your mouth is not warrented in class. Only the ears to receive the magic that can save your very life young crow.” Said Zedd Tobaggins. “Now back to your studies.” Said Zedd Tobaggins. Everyone in the class began chanting the flames in their text books and fire illuminated the class room. Jojo Sithamma was amazed by the warm glow of the enchanted flame. It gave his fingers a tingle. He could feel the mana surging through his fingers, he could feel the warmth of his aura.

“That flame is a natural tool for cooking, for slaying the dead, for warmth in the frozen lands of Gorum. I never seen a Sithamma boy from the Eyes of Gold’s guild. The eyes of gold, the rogues with the highest reguard, the most skillful and talented rogues. What your name cadet.” Said Zedd Tobaggins. “My name is Jojo Sithamma, on my way up the stairs of the dormatories. I came across a painting of you in the center. The painting was a portrait of an elder wizard that was remarkable similar to you instructor Zedd Tobaggins.” Said Jojo. “Yes, that was me in my early years before I was a grandwizard, thousands of years ago. This academy bound my soul to the academy’s grounds a multitude of years ago. I have seen generations. Grow and prosper into lords, commanders and merchants. I have seen my cadets become kings and queens then die in the hands of their lovers. Fathers bed their daughters because they are too beautiful. The world is a devious place full of demonic personalties eminating from Gorum. No one is good in our realm, so be advise to brush up on your magics.” Said Zedd Tobaggins. “Yes, grand wizard Zedd Tobagins.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “First day in class and you here brown nosin’ the instructor. You really are something, sniffing the rear of the grand wizard because of his famous history. You really are something else.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart the oranage haired short crop young cadet. “I can smell the peon liniage in your stalk. Your blood reek of servents and peasents.” Said Alucard the black haired vampire cadet with two braids. “What. are you testin’ my resolve. I know not the hint cowardice in my veins. for the eyes of gold!” Said Jojo Sithamma. “He’s coming.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. “I am not afraid of this human.” Said Alucard. Marcus Fizzletwart got up and caught a chain of punches that was parried with hand blocks, then caught a spinining roundhouse to the stomach. He fell over a desk and flipped behind a desk. Then Alucard came with a spinning side kicked that sent Jojo Sithamma skidding on the floor. Alucard changed into a pack of wolves and dog piled on Jojo. Jojo grabbed collars and slammed hounds over his

shoulders. He punched some in varials in uppercuts, right crosses and elbows. Jojo kicked one hound out the window and wolves changed into bats and flew out the window to recover from the strikes. Marcus Fizzletwart charged into Jojo with a combination of punches, a left and right combination, and a flurry. Jojo then turned with a spinning backfist and Marcus was off balance he grabbed the cotton tunic of Marcus Fizzletwart and threw him over his shoulder. He then came with a overhand chop to the throat and a downward elbow smash causing Marcus Fizzletwart to cough up blood. The bats came around and attacked with another counterstrike The bats combined into one and became Alucard again, they grappled at the shoulders in a wrestler’s stance. Jojo came with a few punches, Alucard threw some back, then Jojo came with an elbow. “That is enough. The first day upon class and you cause this ruckus.” Said Zedd Tobaggins. He cast a spell that threw the entire party of misfits in the air, levitating. Their equilibrium was thrown off by the telekenisis that Zedd Tobaggins contained. “You three will be desciplined after class. You three will be raking muck from the griffon droppings in the clock tower, Be advised not to disrupt my classroom again or physical consequences will be applied.” Said Zedd Tobaggins. “Yes instructor Zedd.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Yes master Zedd” Said Alucard. “Whatever old mage.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. Class was dismissed and the three made their way towards hand to hand combat class. Kobolt Ninjitsu class taught by Kobolt hounds. The three discussed what happened inside the mage’s class. “Never thought I would be bested by a Sithamma human. You better not come across me in the Dark Shadow or I will slay you.” Said Alucard with the two braids and red eyes. “Oblivion awaits you Eyes of gold rogue. You ever have your back turned against me and I will stick my dagger in your rear.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. “Before you wonder rogue, Fizzletwart, that is your family’s name it is not. Is

your father Talbert Fizzletwart?” Said Jojo Sithamma. “What is it to you Sithamma rogue.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. “Your father kidnapped me from a band of adventures. I seen your father slain after he kidnapped me in the gnomes town of half pints. Fizzletwart, Don’t have quarry with me. Or you will fall like your father.” Said Jojo Sithamma. Jojo Sithamma walked off towards his next class at the kobolt’s dojo. The dojo was rice paper on wood and the tapestry on the walls was in Kobolt calligraphy that was abstract with black paint brush strokes. The inside was torchlit filled with fire toads and moths, the lanterns on the walls illuminated the Dark Dim Lit dojo. The class sat on the floor in on their knees in a samurai fashion. Jojo walked around the dojo and a glowing specter of gold illuminated through the wall. The wall was towards the ceiling in a corner and in an upward angle where he would have to climb vetically upward. So he could reach the glowing objects, the glowing object is something only Eyes of Gold could see. Jojo walked upside down and hung from the roof like the roof was the floor, another quote or parable read, upside down and down side up, what goes up, must come down. There was a puzzle that was below the riddle. (The square pair was filled with small tiles in the plate of the puzzle with gears that whine and slide the mechanical puzzle to open the safe. Gold engraving letters read.” Solve the puzzle and my most valuable treasure will be yours.” By Jack the Hack Alabaster.) Jojo finagled with the lock and the puzzle began to change shape triangle, to circle, to square. When the puzzle began to change to x. The puzzle began to click, when all the slots became x’s then the safe opened up. A coin dropped from the safe. The coin had the number zero, Jojo combined the numbers and it came to a number twenty. When Jojo did a verial flip from the ceiling to the floor he turned around and there stood Hannah Hagglecoin with her blue eyes and large gauntlets that were made from a golem’s pair of hands. These gauntlets were a trademark for the Hagglecoin clan of rogues, that allowed uncanny strength. “Hello love, haven’t seen you all day. Now that you’re here your glowing yellows eyes just illuminates my heart love.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Hello Hannah, how was your mouning?” Said Jojo Sithamma.

“My mourning went extradinary well Jojo, me and Willow Dubeax went to our bard class and learned belly dancing and seduction. Want to see look, look at my stomach is that hypnotic or not?” Said Jojo Sithamma. Jojo grabbed Hannah and ionately pulled her in for an invigorating kiss. “Jojo you must had a rough mourning I can feel the tension in your lips love?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Stupid rebel ros gave me a ridiclule and it lead to an altercation this mourning. Two misfits needed their knoggins’ smashed. I was there to bring the knuckle stew for these hungry rogues. Some Rogue Marcus Fizzletwart and Alucard. One was a crow’s rogue, one was a vampire, I defeated both with my hands. I don’t need any rivalries at the academy of Robin Zorro. “I see what your saying love, come on quit your bickering. And let us be off to the instructor’s mat and wait for the instructor to arrive. A Kobolt came with a Oni-demon face mask and he took off his mask then summersaulted in a spinning flip onto the semi-circle. The cadets were in awe struck from the kobolt in his Gi. Another Kobolt ninja came with a ariel variel flip.” ‘Iam instructor Spot Musashi.” Said The Bullmastiff Ninja in his Gi. “And I am instructor Pug Toyotomi.” Said the pug ninja in his Gi. The Kobolts flipped and fiddled then barreled in a flip, then they struck a pose with the little instructor on the other shoulder on the other Kobolt’s shoulder and they sang. The small pug brought out his flute. The reed flute was haunting like hundred wails from a troupe of sirens. “I hear the spirit with in.” “I hear the spirit with them “I hear the spirit among us, the spirit of the ninja.” “I hear the spirit among us, the spirit of the ninja.” “Go with the wind, go with the wind, Go with the wind, Go with the wind.” Said the pair in unison.

The pair of Kobolts danced with astonishing grace and spun and leaped then river danced. top of the ceiling can be removed for the elemental of surprise. A band of Kobolts leaped into the dim lit dojo’s wooden floor and began to dance. The dog ninjas played a variety of instrumentals Lyres, Mandolins, Tamberines, Drums. The pupils of Robin Zorro began to sing along and some began to dance. “Come on love, lets get up and dance. We don’t ever go dancing no more, Jojo your so leisure now. You only come to my room and lay around and mooch on my mother’s cooking.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “I don’t dance no more, because too many rogues persue you, you’re a rogue flusie trying to pickpocket the lot and l almost entrap us between the blades of rogue aroused men with your bum.” Said Jojo Sithamma “Let us dance then.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. Willow Dubeax came behind the two lovers and went to dance, she smiled at the sight of Jojo. “There you go Jojo, Hannah missed you all day. She kept talking about her bald rogue bandit rogue. Alas my lover has vanished from me. If he could learn the dance moves, his heart would be filled with delight.” Said Willow Dubeax smiling at the face of Jojo. “Now that I am here. Lets see what you got love.” Said Jojo Sithamma. The pair grabbed hands and Jojo put his hand on her hip and hey began to waltz, then Jojo twirled Hannah in a dazzling display. Hannah staired into Jojo twirled into Jojo’s eyes. “Your eyes are captivating love.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “You have seen my eyes for nearly ten years now, I never grew old and tired of your eyes Jojo.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “I haven’t slept in bed with you awhile love, I miss your tender touch.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Yeah, its been awhile. About a week do you need me to come over?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin.

“These castle walls get lonely in my dormitory room. My roommate won’t mind He’s a Kobolt.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Then I’ll sleep over at night, don’t forget to tell your doggy friend.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. Willow Dubeax was dancing and she bumped into a long haired young cadet sitting by his lonesome. “Excuse me for brushing your shoulder rogue. Whats your name bloke?” Said Willow Dubeax. “My name. My name is Alcuard Van Hellsing.” Said Alucard Hellsing. “I seen you sitting by your lonesome and wondered if you care to dance?” Said Willow Dubeax. “Dance, Dance with a Samarian human. I have nothing better else to do, come on then Samarian lets dance.” Said Alucard Van Hellsing. “My name is Willow Dubeax, call me by Willow not Samarian. Is that understood.” Said Willow Dubeax. “That is understood my fair maiden.” Said Alucard with a smile. The two got up and began to dance. They waltz in their endless steps and twirls like ballroom dancing in a king’s castle. Jojo Sithamma danced and pulled Hannah by one of her legs in a dance move, then arched her back in fancy display. Hannah Hagglecoin looked into the yellow eyes of Jojo Sithamma. HannahHagglecoin ionately kissed Jojo Sithamma. The two hearts fluttered like butterflies and Jojo squeeze Hannah Hagglecoin’s hands. “I cannot live without your love Jojo Sithamma. The eyes of rogue’s guild stole my heart along time ago Eversince we were children, I never knew my childhood would be so bliss without your love. Apple cider would not be sweet without you. A puppette show would not be wonderous without your company love, Jojo never leave my side love.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin with her glazed

eyes. “The other half of your side is part of me love. My legs do not run without your hand in my hand. Hannah Hagglecoin, my hands do not steal the nourishment of food unless I share in with you love. I love your company, your smell and scent. I love you Hannah Hagglecoin, in this life and into the next life.” Said Jojo Sithamma. The two danced with such ferver that the cadets were meismerized by the dazzling display. The young cadets ed in the dancing and the entire Jojo was in a jovial atsmosphere. Willow danced in the cold hands of Alcurad Van Hellsing. He smiled his emotionless smile into the face of Willow Dubeax, the Samarian rogue did provocative dance moves and leaped upon the waiste of Alucard Hellsing. Willow dance and was leading the dance troupe. “How provocative your dance moves be, alas I cannot deturr myself from your handsome good looks Willow. Your dance moves are vulgar and obscene, that is my kind of maiden. Strong and nimble.” Said Alucard Van Hellsing. “You’re my kind of man too. Cold without emotion with vampiric powers, just the kind of man I need in my repritoire.” Said Willow Dubeax. The dog ninja band began summersaultng onto eachother’s shoulders then began to sing a melo-dramatic sang about hiding in the shadows. A song about stealth assassinating and stealing treasure. “Omi-devils of the shadows, we hide in the darkness with our arrows.” “Omi-devils of the shadows, we hide in the darkness with our arrows. “Surprise, arrows fly, then the enemies cry rogues they hide, to steal the gold coins on the side.” “Ninja. Ninja. Ninja, Ninja. Ninja, Ninja, Ninja, Ninja Ninja. Ninja, Ninja.” Sang the Ninjitsu”. The hounds they sang and the cadets they danced, the dojo played rythem ansomblethat sounded like wardrums to the Kobolts Samarai culture, a dramatic play between diamyo hounds and the canine shogunate.

“Hannah. What do you know about the Kobolts of Rin-Tin. The samurai culture are mystical enchanted hounds that follow a code of conduct called the Bushido. A way to live by honor, justice is by the sword. Honor is bound to these samurai hounds and they live by there word.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “I Love their cute face. The Kobolts sustained nobility in the region of Rin-Tin for nearly twenty thousand years. They were summon by the Mundore family liniage to protect the vampires from the invading water Nagas. The Water Nagas spewed a liquid fluid that set the vampires on fire like holy water.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Hannah the hour of our departure is near. You still plan to accompany me to my bed quarters Hannah my enternal lover.” Said Jojo Sithamm whom changed the subject of Kobolts to a romantic rendezvous. “Jojo, your bed is but a few stides off. Be patient, you can take me to bed forever. But the bottle of wine that I carry is the wine you drink forever. Drink on special occasions like baby showers and wedlock.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin flirting with the anxious Jojo Sithamma. Hannah bit her lip and gazed into Jojo Sithamma’s eyes. The two were about to kiss then the bell tomed. The ninja kobolts leapt upward towards the ceiling and disappeared without any sound, the children departed to their dormitories…

… The two lovers made their way towards the dormitories of house Cerberus. The walls were stone and the floor was a rug made by bug bears tanners. The flags of Cerberus flown over green and yellow, the two came across the room number one tweleve. The two kissed outside the door and Jojo picked her up and she crossed her legs around Jojo Sithamma. The two rushed for the bed and the cadets were aroused from their sexual urges. Jojo’s roommate a Kobolt across from Jojo’s bed began to sniff around the air. “Whats that smell, roof, roof, roof.” Said the Kobolt. The two began to make love and roll around in the bed, when the two cadets took their clothes. Hannah Hagglecoin began to gasp from the thrust of Jojo Sithamma. The two rolled around underneath Jojo’s blanket. The two made love for hours until the mourning came, the bell tomed and that was the time for class

to began, had the academy been open on weekends. These were the days that the academy allowed the students to adventure out and band. Jojo and Hannah Hagglecoin made love throughout the mourn. The fire toads in the lanterns ribbit, the crickets in the dark culdasacks of the undercity played their musical tune. The sewer bass of Necromedia ate and swam about. Hannah Hagglecoin layed gasping and out of breath, Jojo Sithamma was drenched in sweat with beads steaming down his bald head. “My tension is no more love. The love we make I cherish like the gold coins in my poutch they are worth more then any other coin love.” Said Jojo Sithamma. Jojo Sithamma staire into the eyes of Hannah Hagglecoin’s blue Sapphire eyes, she smiled her pearly white teeth then Hannah Hagglecoin reached over and carress his bald head. Jojo gripped Hannah Hagglecoin’s left hand and they sighed from their company. “When the burdens of life build a knot in your muscles love, I will come and smooth the pairs from your flesh love, that must be real love.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin…

Chapter # 13

Ocean of Hearts

The Royal Flush of Hearts main dinning hall was filled with chiefs cooking the most exquisite and welsh foods. The lavatories were cleaned by Gnomes and Dwarven casino maintance men. The life of constant brawls, sword duels to the death, conspiracy in casino cheaters, constant slaying of Vampire counter-fitters create the most difficult jobs in Grammel. Albert Thisledown and Margret Thistledown stood in a confrence hall with Tyrendril Souleater with a map. The map was of the entertainment stage that was in the middle of the casino that stood on a pedestial in the middle of the mainhall. “I know this be the day that Drike Von Heiser’s head will be put on a guillotine. Me boy will be avenged. Nethaniel, had I bonded with ye more, I would have been satisfied with ye gone. There was much I didn’t know with you me boy.” Said Albert Thistledown. “Nathaniel. He was always the most jovial boy. I know where we can box Drike in a wedge if we surround the undead curr. We can plant a pair of rig dice on the pocket of Drike as he is entertaining the casino. Tyrendril can mind bend him with his Vampiric telephathic stroke, touch the Dark Lord’s mind and make him win a game at the crap table. When we investigate Drike, we will put up resistance and charge him with cheating and slay him.” Said Margret Thistledown. “That is a very good plan Margret. All those years in the Draconian collosium has made your mind sharp as a blade. The ideal of sabotaging Drike an elder vampire lord and execute him in the Royal Flush Heart’s is brilliant. When he arrive in the midnight of the evening I will seduce him and be ready to setup our operation. When he past beyond the gate, I will welcome him into the casino and slip cheating dice into his coat’s pocket.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “Is that it?” Said Margret Thistledown.

“We have any plans to dispatch his symphony?” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “That’s it then.” Said Albert Thistledown. “My children will be avenged.” Said Margret Thistledown. Tension filled the hall as her eyes watered from the thought of vengeance. Albert Thistledown gave her a hug. Margret wiped the tears from her eyes and Albert Thistledown comforted her by rubbing her shoulders. The evening of midnight came in a festival of drunken lewd patrons of all races and creeds. Vampires, Kobolts, Gnomes and Dwarven gamblers dressed in elaborate silk overcoats and jerkins with ribbons, ribbets and feathers, double emboideded shoulder pads and turbans. The penquin coat wearing throupe of Drike Von Heiser’s symphony came in a multitude of different races. “Greetings Drike Von Heiser welcome again to the Royal Flush Of Hearts. I knew you would come back, someone as prominent as you.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “Of course I would come back, I made more gold here then a sultan in the desert realm. Now then where do you want me. On the stage Tyrendril Souleater?” Said Drike Von Heiser. “In just a quaint, take a load off. Go play some craps or something old bloke, when your stage is ready someone will go and retrieve you elder lord.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. Tyrendril Souleater reached around and hugged the old vampire conductor. Tyrendril quickly then used his telephathy to touch the back of the vampire’s brain with his vampire’s mind bending magi. Drike Von Heiser is too under intoxication from the vampire’s telephathic powers. The vampire began to shuffle towards the crap table then began to bet. The Vampire picked up the dice. His turn was ready after a few bidders. Drike Von Heiser came to the front of the crap table and rolled. “Before the grand ansomble begins. Let me take a strike at the crap table, to lighten my burdens. Fortune awaits you elder vampire Drike. Generations have befall to the time of the Von Heiser Symphony, musical tunes that induce the mind to give to my band of musicians.” Said Von Heiser in his soft eccentric babble.

“Excuse your pardon Mongsieur. Your turn to throw the dice is at hand, place your bets.” Said the table master. The vampire elder threw his dice and the dice rolled into a seven. “Seven Mongsieur, the dice is still your roll.” Said the Dice Master. “Maybe fortune will fall upon me, my Vampire forefathers give my dice the powers to fill my pockets with coin.” Said Drike Von Heiser. “An eleven Mongsieur. You might want to bid high.” Said The Dice Master with a fools cap. “No bullocks. By the dragon’s flame, dice master my luck might be on a roll. Thrumpeteer bring me my gold satchel.” Said Drike Von Heiser. “Aye Lord Drike.” Said The Heafty Trumpeteer Merman. “Alright Dicemaster Three Hundred Thousand gold coins.” Said Drike Von Heiser. “High bidder, high bidder give room you scallywags and sea wenches.” Said the Dice Master. Tyrendril Souleater stood behind the elder symphony conductor and waved a signal to him. The dicemaster nodded non-chantly with out any conspicuous behavior. The elder vampire conductor blew on the dice with his undead breath. He then rolled the dice. “Eleven master vampire. Elven, sound the trumpets. We have a winner.” Said the Dice Master. The casino’s participants was in an pandemonium, the commotion was like a herd of winter bison. “Bravo Vampire lord, by the heavens!” Said Drike Von Heiser. “Master, I will gather the gold poutch.” Said the Merman Trumpeteer. “Good fortune has befallen upon you Drike. Luck of your vampire fore fathers

haunt me in your family’s castle. The stage is ready Drike Von Heiser. Knock them dead, if there not already undead. Ha.ha,ha. Goodluck.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. Drike Von Heiser gathered his symphony of musical charmers to charm the hearts of their living and undead casino patrons. Drike began with an ansomble from the birth of Dru’Laza from the underworld. The soft flutes and violins layed out a morbid serene sound with a throupe of drums and loud trumpets. The conductor’s gloves were white as ivory tusk on a grand piano. The gloves levitated and began to conduct while Drike stride the enchanted violin of gold handed from the Dru Laza linage to the symphony lord. The crowd of participants dispersed from the balcony palisuade. A group of casino security pikemen gathered behind Tyrendril Souleater. “Stop the music Lord Drike!” Said the omnipotent voice of Tyrendril Souleater. “What is the meaning of your rude intrusion Tyrendril.” Said the elder vampire conductor. “You have cheated our crap tables, my casino servents found a pair of cheating dice upon the floor after your departure from your lucky roll. The punishment is death!” Roared the powerful voice of Tyrendril Souleater. “Blasphemous vampire, you have no proof!” Screamed the harsh screech of the elder Vampire Lord. Tyrendril Souleater used his telephathy and pulled another pair of cheat dice upon his penquin tuxedo overcoat. “You set me up you trifling scoundrel!” Screamed Drike Von Heiser. “Vengence is mine Drike!” Said Hollared Albert Thistledown. Albert straddled forward and chucked the pike javelin and the spear spirilled in a vertical plunge into the chest cavity of the heafty merman thrumpeteer. The scene was slown from a time fluxiation from the tension that rose from the ambushed symphony. “You set me up you trifling scoundrel!” Screamed Drike Von Heiser.

“Vengence is mine Drike!” ScreamedDrike Von Heiser. “Arrrggghhh!” Screamed Margret Thistledown. She hit the coin embelum from the wrist bracers on her enchanted bracers and a golden magical bow stretched in a mechanical slide and a magical arrow notched on her bow. The bow struck a tuba playing rump Dwarf in the chest and his upper body exploded in an array of lights. Bone and debris cascaded into the air like a geyzer hot spring. Casino mages gathered around the performance arena that was a balcony palsuade over the lower platforms. The mages signaled to Tyrendril. “Protection barrier. Mages cast your barrier of protection!” Commanded the casino owner Tyrendril Souleater. The Trojan helmet soldiers in maroon cast their barrier in a cylinder mana wall over the arena. “Futile barrier. To the abyss with you scurge!” Roared the vampire conductor. The vampire conductor stroke the violin and a cataclysmic shear cut the air in a shockwave, destroying gravity and rippling the floor as the shockave cut the barrier like chopping potatoes. The casino’s ceiling was hacked in half by a galeful stride that blew the ceiling into dust a debris. The casino’s palusuade arena hailed with pikes from the surface to the lower platform. The pikes impaled symphony players in the chest stabbing trumpeters, cymbol players, flute players and tamberineers in the chest like tooth picks in orderbs. The vampire conductor was losing symphony musicians fast. He hollered to the ranks. “Musicians tighten your defense cast spells of protection and put a mana guard around the orchestra!” Screamed the elder vampire lord Drike Von Heiser. The rear played a four key harmonica with tuba players, trumpeteers, and drummers, flute players and violinst began to play music that put up barriers. The hailing pikes shattered wood chips and wooden shears that flung in a rain cascading wood like a lumbermill. The orchestra played a enchanting spell that induce the casino’s pikemen to be confused and strike eachother. The Vampire Tyrendril cast a Vampiric lullaby that put the soldiers to sleep. Tyrendril

Souleater changed transmogrify into a Vampiric cloud that called forth a Horde of Cerberus Hounds from the Underworld. The performance arena was in a clash of magic and hound flame. The three headed hounds from the underworld attacked spouting flames as they charged foward. The performance arena was in a clash of magic and hound flame. The three headed Cerberus hounds charred the orchestra into magma. The magical music barrier stood in a translucent circular shield guarding the Orchestra from physical . The flames from the many limbs of Tyrendril’s horde of Cerberus heated the barrier like a cauldron from a mage. The Cerberus hounds bit off heads, ripped limbs in half. Ripped musical orchestra into shreads of roasted beef. A pair of fancy welsh warriors came down the arena screaming curses towards the remaining orchestra musicians. “Revenge is mine Drike Von Heiser. My son will be avenged!” Hollared the welsh man in a silk overcoat with ribbons and double embrioded stitching. The elaborate dressed man tossed pikes falling musicians as he came striding downward with a large Kite Shield made of mana. The shield was a gift from the Draconian Collosium that the Thistledown’s survived. Margret Thistledown shot rapid explosions behind the mana shield of Albert. The volley exploded the bodies of the symphony harmonica players. “Nethaniel your murderer will ye in the afterlife!” Shrieked the woman with the bow. The conductor sat on his chair strumming his violin and sharp shearing harmonics hacking the Cerberus score of hell hounds into the air like dice cellory, the violinist sat stroking his golden violin sending shearing shockwaves into the air like dice carrots. The endless bodies of Cerberus cadaver ended when a javelin hit the legendary conductor in the chest. Drike hit the violin chord one last time and the violin chord shot a shockwave that knocked the shield into the air and slashed the shoulder of Albert Thistledown. “Aaaarrrgghhh! My shoulder. Slay him Margret! Yelled Albert Thistledown. The magical shockwave from the golden violin disected his shoulder from his arm leaving cleavage hanging from his shoulder. Only the bone kept his arm from his shoulder. Margret Thistledown fired notch of arrow volleys sent explosive arrows that blew out the conductor’s right leg. The body of the

conductor tumbled in the air with the pike in his chest still strumming his violin at Margret Thistledown. Margret took evasive maneuvers from the flipping body of Drike Von Heiser strumming his shockwave from his golden violin. The vampire’s body flipped doing varials launching a barrage of golden violin strums that caused seismic tremors that obliterated the gravel around her. The vampire’s body came descending from the air, Margret shot an explosive arrow at the violinist. A shockwave hit the rear of Margret Thistledown. The force of the Shockwave’s blast sent Margret flying upward towards the air. The woman archer landed on top of the vampire’s ravaged body. “Do you know who I am vampire? Do ye know the havoc ye reaped upon my family?” Said the vindictive Margret Thistledown. “I have caused countless of bodies, spread the seed of sarrow among generations of the living and undead. I know not who you be wench.” Said the dieing vampire elder. “ the name Thistledown. You sent our family into the Draconian Collosium, ye knew not sorrow ye reaped upon me family. Me son Nethaniel, me daughter Elenor, she was with child for godsake.” Said Margret Thistledown. She pulled a jeweled dagger from its sheath, the vampire elder was recouperating from the magical blast, his legs were mending his chest began to mend. “Yes, your husband help me steal this golden violin from my grandfather. I welcome the aid with betrayal and death. Befitting for those that wrong my family. Ha,ha,ha.” Said Drike Von Heiser. “Vengence is mine Drike!” Said Screamed Margret Thistledown. Margret Thistledown plunge the dagger into the heart of Drike Von Heiser’s heart and the horrifying sound the vampire made was like the sound of a hundred dieing children screaming from impalement or lacerations. The sound was unnatural, an abomination to the ears of the human and undead. The energy from the vampire’s soul inside of Drike was draining from his body. Light began to shoot out like a blairing ray kalidaescope escaping the body of Drike. The vampire’s soul force was like a illuminescent glow that shot into the ceiling and the souls of tens of thousands of vampire generations emptied into the sky. The

vampire Drike Von Heiser was no more, tears streamed from the face of Margret Thistledown. “My children are avenged. Natheniel, ye murders be with ye in the sky. If ye see them son plunge a dagger in his heart again. Elanor, ye be with child, n’ now ye gone from us. Yer murderer is slain Elanor.” Said Margret Thistledown. “Margret ye drove a stake in the fruit bat’s heart. “AAArrrggghhh.” My arm, I need a cleric. We finally got you Drike, now my children rest with ease.” Said Albert Thistledown. Albert are ye alright, ye arm be needin’ a stitch or two. Look at ye bicep. Looks like a rack o’ lamb Albert. Ye did well Albert. Ye did well Albert, Natheniel use to play with ye all the time, sword fighting n’ treasure hunting. Now he’s gone, Eleanor played dolls n’ I built her doll house with me n’ my hands. I made Elanor with my own body, she is gone.” Said Margret Thistledown streaming tears. “Margret, there be no wraith like a woman’s scourn, ye did extradinary. Me n’ me boy use to throw javalins at the ducks in the sky n’ now ye gone son. Gone from my father’s enslavers only to be slain by my own hands. Ye gone me boy n’ ye sister. So beautiful she was, she was, she was with child for god’s sake. This is my Eulogy to ye life Drike Von Heiser, Me daughter’s beauty and comion brought me n’ my wife’s vengeance. Vengence I was uncertain of. Death is among you Drike rest in purgatory.” Said Albert Thistledown with his eyes glazed and tears leaking like drizzle from the heavens. Albert Thistledown spat on the aisles of Drike Von Heiser then stepped on the ashes like a loin cloth caughtin the chimmy fire. The carcasses of the diced Cerberus hounds layed on the floor immobile. Moments past and the Cerberus pieces began to melt into a thick Dark substance then form into a single figure. A red eyed vampire stood in a purple overcoat jacket and tros of silk heavens. He then made his way towards the Thistledowns, with lacerations all over his body. He healed himself with vampiric mana. Tyrendril Souleater stood stairing into the tear stricken eyes of the Thistledowns. The tree felt the air lighten from the presence of Drike Von Heiser vanquished into oblivion. The trio felt the air lighten from the spirit of Drike Von Heiser vanquished into oblivion. The vampire was no more but the havoc that his soul left was evident to all eyes.

“There you two go, How does your soul now dwell. The burden on your chest, is it not cleasened from the slain vampire elder. Does not the air smell wonderous, does your heart feel free?” Said Tyrendril Souleater inhaleing the breath of victory. “No, I feel my children can not come back from the land o’ the underworld. But, vengeance was something, I do not prefer the taste. But, something that was mandatory in our presense in Grammel. My seeds grow in the next life, whatever the gods will.” Said Margret Thistledown. “What now. We exact revenge on me family’s murderer. Me n’ me wife own a grand casino, my ole’ friends lay in the soil. Only the last remnant of my life remain, ten years ago he met this child o’ Sithamma and his people became enslaved to the Draconian. This child be among the land o’ the livin’. I can feel it in me bones.” Said Albert Thistledown. The town’s newspaper the Gazelle, came to record the death of Drike Von Heiser, the town’s press came and sketched the death of the eldest vampire in Grammel the vampire casino was half demolished with seismic cracks from the violin. The casino patrolmen ordered the casino patrons to get back to gambling and to avoid coming down into the performance palisuade. The casino tycoons gathered in the main gambling hall. Tyrendril’s body began to mend like Drike before the jeweled dagger plunged into his heart. The three walked towards the outside of the casino’s entrance towards the bridge going towards the outside of Grammel. Albert Thistledown pulled a wooden pipe and filled it with tobacco. He lit the pipe with flat. “You know what Margret ye have to come on a pilgrimage with me to find Prince Jojo. That must be the last remnant o’ our family’s history. I know the small lad is still alive, I can feel it in me bones Margret The little tiger be as bright as a humming bird, he is alive after these past ten years.” Said Albert Thistledown. “Worry not Albert Thistledown my husband. If the boy be alive we will find him. He could not have gone beyond Gorum. Most the rogues live in the undercity of rogues in the sewers of Gorum.” Said Margret Thistledown. “My young human pupil, reminds me when I were a young spawnling from the egg of my mother’s belly. The boy does live. Every human in the world give a

signature aura that vampires can feel. If he died I can feel his soul dissipitate into the Abyss of the underworld. The child bares life some where as young adult now. I can find his body if we can find a jipsy’s crystal ball from the town’s market. When do you want to look to purchase?” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “A jipsy’s crystal ball is some where in the town’s market. I know of such a place me mum use to take me their.” Said Margret Thistledown. “What ye mum. Old mistress Winter Laven, I this lady. She was a jipsy herself was she not. Me mother too use to visit ye mum at the comedy tavern in the town’s market. Said Albert Thistledown. “These jipsy’s crystal been rare to find since, jipsyies themselves were excommunitated from vile law makers of Grammel. Rogues would find a way to track prize winners and rob them and take their lives. Jipsies cause the former lord of Grammel to reveal the vault that contained his fortune.” Said Magret Thistledown. “I lord Garrison Macebringer. The former lord of Grammel was a paladin whom fought countless wars against the conspiriaters of the Mundore’s vanguard. These conspiriators were slain by Garrison Macebringer and earned him rank to govern Gorum. The lord kept a sultan’s horde in a vault underneath the skeleton’s macabre casino. The vault was hidden in a cemetery next to the casino that had a secret age into the vault. Garrison Macerbringer had holy guard of much angels that guarded the gold. A dark elf came in and slain the angels with plagues from a necromancer’s tome. In the end Macebringer came in the vault and caught a bolt in the fore head. All the secrets revealed from a jepsy.” Said Tyrendril Souleater telling the story of Garrison Macebringer. “Tommarrow well venture into the town’s market together.” Said Margret Thistledown. “Blasphemous hag. Good ole’ Macebringer use to came to the symphony hall and fence with my kids. Natheniel called him Racetinger. Racetinger, me beat you ole Racetinger sword fencing the old paladin with a handaxe. Jepsy’s mystical wenches, I didn’t like ye mum too much picking out when I would use the lavatory and putting rats in my waste bowel. And flame toads also every time flame toads were in my wastebowl, she use to burn the hairs un me bum bloke. That’s why ye mum didn’t live so long.” Said Albert Thistledown remenising

about his mother-in-law’s pranks. “Then it is setteled then, in the shadow of mournin’ we’ll head into the town’s market together n’ browne for a crystal ball.” Said Margret Thistledown. “Sleep in your bedrooms and he refreshed in the mourn, when you have awoken to come by and pick me up then we shall venture into Grammel’s market.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “Then slumber well Tyrendril ye leeching dead servent of the shadows I will see ye in mournin!” Said Albert Thistledown jesting with the vampire. “Slumber well, my human spawnling from the belly of an ape. The humans and their bodily fluids famishing thining from lack of rest.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “Whatever.” Said Albert Thisledown. “Whatever.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “You two want to suck eachother’r blood, get a room fornicators. An old man n’ old vampire kissing in a tree. Ha, ha,ha,ha,he. Funny ye two blokes. Good night me fellow companies. Said Margret Thistledown. The three madetheir was back towards the casino that never slept, the sounds of tamberines, spinning roulette tables. The whistle and yodels of casino patrons eched through the decorated walls. Tobacco smoke mixed with other scents of perfumes, the smell of alchohal, meade, ale and gin made the casino a ahrodiac for the living races. The smell of aroused humans exited the undead vampires for blood courtship. The trio casino owners went to their bed chambers and slumbered…

… The evernight mourn awoken with ravens squaking about in the rear gates of the Royal Flush Of Hearts. The three gathered in the main hall and entered a caravan. The trio of casino merchants headed towards the town’s market towards the center of the front entrance of Grammel on Golden Quiver St. The casino near the front entrance was the diamond chalice. The Gorum. The bazaar in the front held a tent those vendor magical accessories. The merchant in the front was an elder mage in a blue robe with crystals around his robe. The elder robe

greeted the trio of the Royal Flush Of Hearts with a salute and a sales pitch. “Welcome to the magical septer, a special discount to my regulars. A special axe for the muscular, or a elemental rods to grow vegetables. Said the rhyming words of the mage’s sales clerck was catchy. “Where trying to purchase a crystal ball from a jepsy. Do ye know of any, do ye have any in stock. I heard a rumor that ye might be sellin’ some?” Said Albert Thistledown. “What, did you know the counstable out lawed the use of illegal crystal balls. The use these balls will bring attention from the law. But for he right price of coin or gems without flaws. I may know a place to take ye’ all.” Said the rhyming mystical vendor with his queery strange voice. “I am the vampire lord of The Royal Flush Hearts, I have these gold coins, a pitch of diamond, rubies, and emeralds for you my prominent vendor if you have what I seek.” Said Tyrendril Souleater. “I haveth the trinket you thinketh. If you follow me into the wallows of my abode I shall take you on a road to the goal.” Said The Rhyming vendor. The three came to the vendor’s den in a store behind the tent vendor. The building was a circular octagon shape that went down stairs into a dark, decrepit, cellar that had spiderweb and rats everywhere. The Dark Dim Room was lit with tourch lit fires from the toads. The vendor lead to a crystal ball on a table surrounded by rocking chairs. The vendor spoke to Tyrendril. “This is a jepsy’s crystal ball, the ball is the mirror on the wall to see time’s reflection. Which of you can use the magical tool to open the whirlpool of time and space. Said the eccentric vendor with his queery voice. The vampire Tyrendril searched is mind for the image of Jojo Sithamma and pulled his soul’s aura from his mind to the magical ball. The magical ball picked up Jojo’s scent, dormatories his heart and the smell of his blood through the magical crystalball. The crystal ball shown a vison of a young men the age of sixteen. The age of an adult in this realm fighting in hand to hand combat in a dojo. The style of clothes the young soldiers wore were Kobolt samurai gi. These clothes came from the Western region of Rin Tin. The Samurai Kobolts were human dog creatures summoned from another realm to defend the vampire

royal liniage against enemies of Mundore and Gorum. The dojo was teaching hand to hand martial arts in Dark Robes. Jojo Sithamma the prince child was bald with yellow glowing eyes. Tyrendril Souleater knew of this guild’s reputation. This guild is Intresting. There is our young lad with years upon his bottom. Cook at him now, handsome young lad.” Said Tyrendril.

Chapter # 14

Purgatory-66

The hot smeltering planet of Purgatory was a city comprised of buildings made out black onyx marble. It was a conductor that ventilated the heat of the ultra sensor ciruit boards that conducted Hyper giga-watts for computers from necrotowers. The floor of the city was rock comprised of black volcanic store that fumigated with hot air from magma lava and brimstone full of robotic demons and imps. The main central building comprised of morbid engravings of gargoyles that screamed horrifying screams as demons and imps ed doing their rounds. The central building in the planet’s center spirialled into the sky. The inside of the building contained giant twenty foot tall demonic cyborg gargantuan that wore morbid armor with strange alien technology crafted on the armor. The demon’s glowing red eyes illuminated, the horrifying sentry demon stood and kept watch as Demon Reavers entered the building. Reavers were a class of demon conquerors that destroyed and enslaved the living in every realm of the galaxy. The Reavers entered a council chamber that had halograms and highly decorated demon soldiers that wore emblems of alien skulls and medallions of blades and crustations of Sea Crabs. The twenty foot demon fade was a demon that walked into the dreams of the living and killed creatures in their sleep. The shrieking voices of the Reavers sounded like scratches on a chalk board. They spoke in a mid-evil tounge almost human barbarian and another tounge some dialect of the undead. “Grand Soulreaver Kruger. The space interstellar decimator picked a realm in between the realm of the living and the realm of the astral plain. This world is filled of undead, living and summoned creatures from other worlds combined of dreams and different underworlds of the undead. We have slain and conquered the lines of millions of dead and undead species. This world sent a radio frequency and cyber optic rays that opened a nexus into our realm.” Said A Demonic Reavers in Black platted combat wares.

“The video uplink was televised on every undead station in Purgatory-66. The flaying bodies of gnomes charred to crisp delighted my apetite. The demon reavers of Purgatory-66 has enslaved and destroyed every living creature in every quadrant of the glaxy. Another galaxy has emerged from another realm and the thirst for souls has come about again Reavers. We must destroy the life of the realm of Gorum. The flesh and Gorum’s Souls excite my appetite and my appendage. The screams of the gnomes in their realm exite my appetite and my appendage. The screams of the gnomes in their realm excite my undead demonic heart. Hailza, Heifen, Moder, Haizen. For the Purgatory race of Demon Reavers.” Said Grand Souleater Kruger. “Grand Soul Reaver Kruger”, the land of the living must be exterminated, the external flame of the living needs to be extinquished. By the claws of the Soulreavers. The cybernetic hard drive of Purgatory-66 needs more souls to power the cybernetic demon spawn. We have new models we would like to check out on the realm of Gorum. We have the Bladefist Soul Reavers. These Demon Spawn have cybernetic blades powered by proton transistors and electric currents in the soulreaver’s mind. The bladefist demons eat the souls of the dead and indeed to sustain the generator’s in the bladefist’s mind. Korgath Bladefist’s mind. Korgath Bladefist is the creator of these Demon Reavers.” Said a high ranking demon reavers in black plate steel and circuitry. “Good, Punisher for your report. Bring Punisher Hound scream and Punisher Dark Hammer to the file their report.” Said Grand Soul Reaver Kruger. The Punisher left the briefing room and in came a Demon Spawn with scars on his face the sound of blood on his bloody boots gave a sound of death curtilling as the Punisher Demon Reaver stepped into the war chamber. The sounds of wisping souls dying circled the omni-god. “Punisher Dark Hammer, give me a report about the demons your Dark Allance is working upon.” Said Grand Soul Reaver Kruger. 0“The Skyscream corporations came with a new model of demon spawn. The Skyscream foundation has been around for eons for almost a million generation. They are the elite at killing anything in the universe. These creatures being manufactured cost me a trillon souls in our data base computer. The decimator diagnosed these creatures and I made the budget at the fraction of the cost.” Said Punisher Dark Hammer.

The race of demonic spawn was a jelious race whom constantly fight and ravage each other over individualism in Purgatory-66. The race of Demonic spawn was a jelious race whom constantly fight and ravage eachother over individualism in Purgatory-66. The feelings of humor and joy bailed the blood of the wicked Demon Spawn. The council table became pleased but taunted the Punisher Demon Leader. They shrieked in unison. “Impossiblessss. The price for boasting your ventures is battlessss!” Said the Grand Soul Reaver of the council. “Bring forth your blades if you wish to do battle with Punisher Dark Hammer, supervisor or not I will defend myself if need be.” Said Punish Dark Hammer. “Silence calm thyself boasting amongst are presence, or death will reap your soul into our data bank computer. We are pleased at your report on our research in weapons development. We will inform you if anything else is required of you.” Said Grand Soulreaver Kruger. “Acknowledge Grand Soul Reaver Kruger.” Said Punisher Dark Hammer. The Punisher high ranking soldier left the Demon Reaver’s council. The council then began on the anomaly of the world of Gorum. They spoke into the decimator’s halographic hard drive and the artificial intelligence spoke about this world. “Decimator tell about this New Realm Of Gorum?” Said Grand Soul Reaver Kruger. The halographic artificial intelligence was a robotic spider that crawled and leaped onto slots in the walls. The wall turned into a illuminescent screen full of a planet near orion’s belt with water that made up the majority of the planet. “This planet is a planet made of 90% water and the inhabitants are a homosapien humanoid type of living beings. They eat flesh and plants to sustain their natural power, these humans create the planet’s power and are believe to sleep and dream into the astral plane. A realm between the living and the astro plane exploded into a new world from the gaseous space in the galaxy. The world was formed after the death of this man Joe Thammasong, he was an entertainer at the

age of forty and died in a car accident in a high speed chase from rival insurgents whom posed as a threat to his music production company.” Said the female electronic voice of the decimator. “Decimator, why is his character on the planet so important in the realm of Gorum.” Said Grand Kruger. “This wondering soul created the world after the death of his body, his soul found a new host in the realm of Gorum after constant traveling in this world into space. The human’s wall was then vacummed into a nexus in gaseous space that exploded into a new world and realm half divided in the world of the living and astral plane.” Said the artificial decimator artificial intelligence. “What is the purpose of this character?” Said Grand Soul Reaver Kruger. “He is the single source of the entire’s planet’s existence, when his life expires the realm will be in parrell and the world of Gorum will cease to exsist. The human Jojo Sithamma is the single source of the world’s creation stuck between the living world and the Astral Plane. The human is in a coma.” Said the Decimator.

… The Draconian capitol of Ra’ Shora was one of the only cities that brandished the rays of the sun in Gorum. Ra’ Shora skies were a paint of orange crimson and blueish hue here from the sunset clouds. Draconian children carried dolls of gladiators whom been held in captivity for a number of years. After a gladiator has fought for thirty years he will be released into the free world of Gorum. Vendors at tents sold hogg on a stick, other vendor’s sold apple cider and raspberry juice from tonic, ale and other vodkas. The collosium held under ground prisons and other researched facilities that housed mages, Draconian conjuerers and illusionist. Draconians were a race of enslavers whom sadistic urges cause Draconians to fight creatures to the death to appease their nature. The Draconians made intercourse with female Draconians but both the Draconians laid eggs making the Draconians to spout at least six eggs at a time. The ratio of good eggs is three out of six The bottom cellar where the mage’s observation deck housed a tome of necromancy to summon the souls of the dead back to the land of the living. The observations deck was filled with beakers, cauldrons and flask, the walls contained Draconian text that looked like scribble

with engraves etchings of Draconain magi. A blue armored creature stood over a table sewing together a human whom reeked of rotten carcass, mildew and rigamortus had made the body stiff like clay from a stream. The human’s eyes were white as snow his skin was a, mixed coloration of tan, pale white and green. His gold armor reforged from a Draconian blacksmith, the general’s armor was brand new and the gems on the shoulders pads gleam from the tourch lite. “Ah, my precious meatbag. You are fixed, brand new threads around your limbs, the stench of rotton carcass is like seasoned meat upon ye flesh meatbag.” Said the scratchy voice of the youngest head furthest to the end. “This meat bag slain thousands of Draconian salamanders. Never thought a homosapien meat bag can do such a thing.” Said the second youngest head with the strong tone louder then the youngest head of the hydra. “Whatever you ate meatbag ye be as light as griffon feathers. Can’t believe something with the weight of a gazelle can be so strong.” Said the second oldest voice with the bass in his voice of the hydra. “This puppet Meatbag is special to me. I can sense the magic around his body, the fate of destiny is woven into your fiber. Human your soul is mine!” Said the Hydra Leader. “Where I am I. The heavens departed among my feet from the clouds in the heavens. My soul was returned to gravel of my birth. I am I still General Nomgmaseth?” Said the undead general in his splendor gold armor. “General meatbag huh, titles mean nothing amongst my presence. Only the skills ye have in killing my undead puppet.” Said the youngest head with the high pitch raspy voice. “I have no desire to follow you Hydra, my only concerns be about those in my family’s linage. My wife, what has befallen upon my wife of forty years?” Said the General Nomgmaseth in his calm pacifist voice. “I made your stinkin’ wench into a chicken broth for a Draconian Royal Banquet. Her bones be the most rarest of flavors, from Sithamma. Human bones go well with coca nut and baking batter cooked in butter. Your family either be dead or enslaved into the collosium games.” Said the second youngest with the

raspy deeper voice of the hydra. “Bravo, ha,ha,ha. Talking eating the general’s wife, funny my two younger siblings. Fire, and inferno. My two young brothas. Shingleing around like some court jesters, ha,ha,ha.” Said the second eldest head with the deep voice lava. “Human, I summoned you into the realm of Gorum to battle and wage war on my enemies. I need you to siege our next rival kingdom in Samaria against the Dark skinned humans and their lion brothas, is that something you can do, well we have a problem?” Said the eldest brother Magma. He clinched his fist and a magical aura forced the mind of General Nomgmaseth to bend to the Hydra’s telephathy. He gasped in pain from the magi hemmoraging his undead head. “AAARRRGGHH!” I cannot control my will. Whatever you command my lord, I will obliege. “Good Meatbag, we have a disturbance with the gnomes in half pints. We need someone to wonder into the gnomes town and evaluate what happened. Ask about anything envolving creatures from another plain. Stupid gnomes always getting themselves into trouble with other realms. Whatever these creatures from another plain be. Stupid gnomes always getting themselves into trouble with other realms. Whatever these creatures were they radiated with power to our highest Draconian mages. Investigate the gnome’s dimensional device then report back. A patrol of Draconain Knights will accompany you to the town. Make sure ye return back to the collosium undead slave.” Said Magma the eldest Hydra Head. “Is there whereabouts of my son. Has the underworld drifted him into the abyss, what has became of my son Jojo Sithamma. My spirit still wonders for his well being, has the protectors of Sithamma disreguarded my son?” Said General Nomgmaseth. “What are you talking about meatbag, get yourself ready to scout the gnomes town North Of Ra’ Shora. Stinkin’ Meatbag.” Said the youngest voice of fire of the Hydra Heads. “An old monk told me once, what ever you have done to wrong someone it will

turn to you Hydra curr.” Said General Nongmaseth the undead General. The Hydra gathered the remaining Draconian soldiers and lead them up the stairs outside the mage’s observation’s deck. The inside of the Draconian collosium was filled with dust and debree, spider web and old tapestry that were made of patato cloth inside the mideval odd collosium the Draconians made during the time long before the first vampires ever spawned in the era of Dru’Laza. The Draconian patrol lead the thrope of salamanders outward towards the Ra’Shora’s entrance, the entrance was filled with children playing with toys and drinking apple cider. The children to the eyes of General Nomgmaseth reminded of his son. “Toys that be false idols to the children’s hearts, my son where is your soul and body. Where is the grave of my young hero who was robbed of his valor.” Said General Nomgmaseth mumbling in his undead gurgling maw that lacked the inside functions they use to. “Quit your jabbering and get over in the front ye undead moor, the entrance is Northward undead slave.” Said the Draconian Patrolmen. “My son, what has become of you. How old does your body be, what has befallen upon my son with the linage of Sithamma. The gods in the heavens robbed my paradise with my family and bestow it upon the Dragon’s maw.” Said The General Nomgmaseth. “Is that all you ever speak about, about your siblings human. Why did the Hydra elder bring ye back from the underworld slave.” Said The Draconian Escort. “I slain three thousand Draconian fighters and mages. My acidic acid bit through the steel plate of the most durable steel. That elder snake wanted me as a tool to slay infidels of Ra’ Shora. Said the Undead General Nomgmaseth. “Whatever human, tell me about the powers your kind possess. As I recall the raid upon the Sithamma lands was an easy accomplishment. I contained powers that compell to tell me anything you know slave. “The lands of Sithamma was founded by the first Jaacksavong Sithamma whom were cousins of the Samarians that feuded eachother over gold and mating with the women, constant wars and desputes kept the neighboring lands separate but family ties made the Samarian and Sithamma allies, against the neighboring

Aquirians and Draconians. The Sithamma believe in the water spirits of the “Nok”, a Water Naga God that summons posion to posion the enemies of Sithamma. They said in the epitomes of the Naga, that the water serpent is the creator of water in the realm of Gorum. My ancestors the Nomgmaseth are the Sithamma family name since the Kingdom’s birth.” Said the Undead General Nongmaseth. “Is that suppose to impress me human, mystisim from your native land that we conquered and slain for our enjoyment. You must be a human blessed by war gods not fimilar to us. I have never seen your kind slay a Draconian in any generation of my people’s existence the grand lizard serpent of Ragnarok is astonished by such a deed. The heavens astonished by such a deed. The heavens anointed you human.” Said the Draconian Patrolmen. “Draconian, a species built on knaving and oppression. Draconian worms can never asend to anything civilized in my standart. You Draconian eat human babies, enslave human women to toy with them, you prod human women like cattle to fullful your sexual urges. You Draconians diserve death.” Said General Nomgmaseth. “Silence peon!” Screamed the Draconian guard. The Draconian guard squeezed his fist and a energy pulse of telekenisis opened a channel of the general’s brain causing hemmorages. The general fell upon his knees aching from the sensations his body still contained. The Draconian countstables and the General found some Dragonwing mounts that were stabled at a Dragonwing ranch near the entrance of Ra’ Shora, the general and the Draconian counstables mounted their Dragonwings and darted into the skies like a hawk. The investigating Draconian scouters dash off into the sunsetting skies of Ra’ Shora, the only part of Gorum that was not covered in the vampire’s magical taint. The sacrifices of the living to the vampire’s religion cast a constant blzzard of snow that Drizzled from the sky. The sky drizzled in Gorum for the gods of the living hear their tortuned souls. The town of Half pints was two hundred miles from the collosium of the Draconians. The Dragon Wings Flown in formation zig-zagging in various formations that loop spin, that twirl and swivel. The undead General pondered about his lost son as they ride of dragon mounts off into the sky.

…The Southern lands of Samaria was hidden in the jungles of Samaria the amazon basin jungle surrounded by myst and tropical trees and the forrest was filled with tropical animals like parrots and cocatoo’s, spider monkeys and baboons. Anacondas slither around the jungles. The hidden mist around the jungles. The hidden mist around the jungles basin of Samaria is filled with white mist spawned from the amazon statues of giant heads that watch over the Samarian race of Dark skinned and Light Skinned humans and lion shamans that vanguard the humans and their young from intruders. The lion shamans plant magical seeds that grow the largest of fruits like giant oranges, giant bananas, giant grapes, giant strawberries. The Samarian’s village civilization is filled with mist that confuses the wind of intruders whom venture forth towards the village of Samaria. The Draconians are cautious to venture into the lion shaman’s home. A Dark skinned human named Napolian Boneaparte stood their huddled inside a vension tent giving a warning with Voodoo gizzard bones, the bones of Jackals, jaguars stood their jangling on wires underneath a fire and smoke from a burning ceremonial trinket fumed with a smoke like incense. “Como to Le’ Vu my monimee’s. The presense of something in our realm’s sky warms us of the coming evil spirits in the earth. The gods foretold us the coming of death and the end of the world. Our realm forces perril monamee’. The winds play songs of crystal shards that dance around and ping songs of death and despair. My fellow Samarian monimee’s, we must dance and sing in case of our demise. Lion Shamans compose the intrumentz!” Said the Samarian Dark Skinned man with the handsome smooth oval face. His body began to jerk like a snake slithering and dancing to a snake chamer’s flute. The lions Shamans began to gather, they danced, pose, then danced again in rythem and breath taking moves of finesse. The Shamans wore raven feathers on their shoulders in black rugged jerkings vest made of cotton and leather in brown tros. “Let me see you dance, let me see you move, just dance with me, just dance with me.” “Let me see you dance, let me see you move, just dance with me, just dance with me.” “Just drink with me, make love to me, because the world is gonna end.”

“The world is gonna end.” “Just drink with me, make love to me, because the world is gonna end.” “I have no seeds, that grown in the barren ground, I have no seeds, that grow in the barren ground, I have no seeds, no trees, nobody care for me.” “My ladies love to dance, my ladies love to dance, so drink with me, make Love to me, because the world is gonna end.” “Just drink with me, make love to me, because the world is gonna end.” “Monsoons, bring doom and locus in the Moon Shroom everglades, will make insects kill everyday.” “Wild babbons in the amazan basin, amazing, women dance with us everyday, cobras spit venom, doctors make inventions to suck the poison away.” “Pathers hide in the jungle, they bring trouble, the tornados blow my hut to rubble.” “Just drink with me, make love to me, because the world is gonna end, because the world is gonna end.” “Just drink with me, make love to me, because the world is gonna end, because the world is gonna end.” “Drink some spice rum, brandy, scotch by the drum, vodka with some fun, just drink with me.” Sang the Samarian Shaman whom leaped upon a Shaman’s shoulder’s and hit the final note then struck a pose. The Samarian black shaman did a spinning flip into an ariel then the lion shamans caught the Dark Skinned Shaman then he struck a pose…

Chapter # 15

Battle Ball Love, Game, Competition

The room of my dormitory is filled with moths that are attracted to the firetoads that are stuck in the lamp stand lanterns. The firetoads illuminated constant flames made from the frog’s fire glands that lit the dim lit room filling the room with a warm pale glow. The dormitory was ten strides to and afro. The beautiful and fair Hannah Hagglecoin awoken and begain vomiting into the lavatory waste bowl. “What ails you my love. The foods we ate yesterday come back to upset your stomach love. Must have been that cheese cake with the marble chocolate. I purchased that cake from the most prominent baker. Iron Stevier the Dwarven baker with the mallet attached to his hand.” Said Jojo Sithamma in his tros and under clothes. “I know not what caused my dizzy spell, but I believe the problem is the liquids we drank. The raspberry tonic that the baker brewed be too rich for my taste.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Worry not love, your illness be nothing then a wisp of a stomach flu. Digesting too much rich foods causes that from Iron Steiner the Dwarven baker.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Its nothing love, lets get ready for our battleball game. Our house Pegasus must battle against one on one against house Medusa. That is for the prelimnary try outs. That means that your house Cerberus must have an alliance with house Pegasus against house Medusas. The most dangerous and most cunning house of rogue wenches in Robin Zorro.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Sounds like you ire these rogues, wish you were house Medusa aye, Dark thievering wenches from the shadows stealing and being a misfit.” Said Jojo Sithamma.

“There is something weary upon the morbid house of Medusa, the house of Medusa has a long history of Dark Rogues whom done the most heinous robberies in all of the undercity. Jada the snake robbed the Gorum castle for a Vampire’s spawnling. Jada the snake robbed a vampire lord’s daughter and slain her to some dark cult of rogue mages.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Intresting love. This is the kind of expeditions that we be needin’. It puts the funny in your funny bone aye. The conspiracy of rogue thiefs whom do the most hideous things to children. I find gold coins and diamonds more my liking.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “I am not some hideous gobin. I prefer stealing coin diamonds that be what I prefer. That is why I am from house Pegasus.” Said Young Sick Hagglecoin jovial from the conversation with Jojo. “What are ye two talkin’ about, quit ye two barkin’ n’ lets get ready for Battleball. Its bad enough me deal with ye two makin’ love frequent like some dogs n’ heat. “Roof”, “Roof.” Said the Kobolt roommate. “Quiet down Spot Mcscruffin’ the hound. You will find yourself a young tramp one day friend.” Said Jojo Sithamma…

…The Battleball gymnasium was built like a gladiator’s collosium, the dome of the gymnasium was a arena that held the dome together with steel welding. The Battleground gymnasium was next to the auditorium that lead to the scholar’s lab and astromoner’s lab with telescopes and it had a map of the stars in the universe. The Battleball Gymnasium held two portals that summon creatures from another plain by rogue mages. The principle stood in the creater of the gymnasium giving a speech about the Battleball games. The platforms of the Battleball games was three platforms that curved into three semi-circles with two hoops on opposing sides. “Welcome heroic cadets of Robin Zorro, the most epic games of Battleball history are legendary plays of heros whom strategize in a ball game against defenders scoring points. The defenders will then return with combative moves of percision against the offending. Those whom score eleven Baskettes on each floor will be victorius. House Cerberus will ally with house pegases against house Chimera and house Medusa. This will show which house has been trained

properly in the arts of war in Robin Zorro. I will the Podium to Zedd Tobaggins my cadets.” Said the long haired elven principle. The principle’s grand elder tree was there to echo so the spokesman so it can be heard in the gymnasium, the grand oak tree can be heard from thrunk of the tree to amplify sounds of the speaker. “Hello, young ones in the gymnasium. This is grand instructor Zedd Tobaggins of the Robin Zorro. The games will begin with two houses for the Robin Zorro cup. The winner of at the games will receive first pick on magical weapons given to the cadets. Each floor will receive a eleven count for a victory opposing teams. Weapon racks will be on each floor to fight against the invading goblins whom ball against eachother. The top floor will be the last to face off to ball against eachother for the championship.” Said Master instructor Zedd Tobaggins. “Let the games begin!” Said both master instructors in unison. The ebony skinned Samarian girl spoke to her vampire friend with the red eyes. “Without these enchanted lockets we would parrish into the underworld of the living aye.” Said Willow Dubeax. “I didn’t think I needed a amulet in the underworld, we take a gateway to cross into the underwold all the time for vacation.” Said Alucard the Vampire. The first five was teleported into the battleball game and another five teleported onto the otherside of the opposing court. There was a split in the middle of the court to divide the center, to divide the opposing teams for battleball. The semicircle battleground court came to life as the portals spun, twisting and gyrating the portals. In the corners began to call forth a score of goblins, trolls, and nagas. the goblins came in leather combat garb with leather padding. The goblins picked up some longswords and began to warm up for the battleball games. The five of house Cerberus and house Pegasus began to gather two men and three girls. They stood in leather garb waiting for the battleball to be thrown into the court. The Great Oak Tree that Zedd Tobagins used to give instructions, blew on its funnel and the horn of Battleball sounded through the screen mesh in the cage. The goblins picked up the ball first, they leaped into the air in mid court and slash and parried sword dances between houses. The goblin landed on the ground in a Ariel variel with a spinning back hand slash that left the man of House Cerberus throat slit and his esoufagus spilled through his neck. The young

cadet then wisped backed to the grounds of the gathered house. The calling of new contestants took twenty seconds to call forth another ally from house Cerberus of Pegasus. The goblins moved forward towards the hoop, four defenders stood in a box formation while they parried and slashed against the power forward. He broke the ranks of the defenders by charging with a spinning round house down the middle lane and another parry knock the sword out of another human’s hand. The goblin did a cross over the sword wielding human, then another cross over ducking a looping blade swipe. Then the goblin leaped into a spinning ariel twirl and slam dunk the battle ball for two points. The humans just got a new cadet that was teleported through the calling. The humans turn was to ball on the offensive. The humans ed the ball a few times to get into rythem, the humans dribble the bouncing ball with hand and sword, then waited for an opening in the goblin’s clutch defense. “ the ball to the corner shoot the three.” Said Jojo Sithamma screaming to the battleball court. “I can’t wait until I am there, lets go house Pegasus!” Screamed Hannah Hagglecoin. A goblin stole the ball from the five human cadets of Robin Zorro, while the goblin stole the ball a human cadet of Robin Zorro, stole the ball. A human caught a spinning side kick and was thrown off into the court in the side line. She tumbled over and picked a crossbow with a bolt already notched into the crossbow’s iron sights. The goblin fell to the ground gasping as the bolt pierced his lungs. Another goblin rushed for the ball and a flung sword impaled a goblin in his back until the force plowed the goblin in mid air. The goblin layed sprawled. The humans then of house Cerberus and Chimera finished the rest of their goblin enemies. The portal spun, opening more monsters and creatures from another plain. The human’s house Cerberus and house Pegasus made a slam dunk. A female cadet spun the ball like a windmill then jammed the ball into the hoop. The creature that came form the nexus of the alter plane was a multiple limb creature of death, the yaga had a multitude arms to carry more blades of destructions. The humans scored two points while the creatures came into the world of Robin Zorro, the yagas pulled schimitars from the weapons rack and the ball game waged on. “Look at House Medusa those scurvy wenches, they make every thing look so easy, their already at six points.” Said Willow Dubeax.

“I should have been with House Chimera, those shady rogues be as hideous as a shade in the alter plane. Like a Dark Elf in the Catacombs.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart the red haired freckle face boy. “Marcus your not smart enough to be in House Chimera, your father was a famous Fizzletwart and you be as dumb as a stone.” Said Alucard Hellsing. “Shut up you stupid undead leech. Go suck some blood from a cow. You blood thirsty slave.” Said the Vampire Alucard Hellsing. Marcus Fizzletwart punched Alucard in the shoulder like a bully giving him a scowl to remind him that he is the leader. The battle ball game was in full commotion, the score now was eight to six in favor of House Medusa and Chimera. The house of Medusa and Chimera wore earrings on their noses and had piercings of bones petruding from their nostrils. They wore black make up around the eyes giving them a gothic morbid look of the undead. They look like ghouls or zombies. On the first court of the Semi-circle bottom level, the humans of house Medusa and Chimera were behind by two now the score was eight to ten. The goblins had a mixed band of goblins and Shiva Yaga creatures. The humans had the ball half court. A Shiva and goblin mixed band came down the court ing the ball. The Humans took the ball half court, A Shiva and goblin double teamed the girl dribbling the ball with hand and axe. She ed the ball down court to make another score for Chimera. She parried a few strikes from the Yaga, a pair of arms impaled the Medusa female in the chest and she was flung into the air like a catapult. Her body was wisped onto the gymnasium floor. The whole gymnasium was a constant light show of orbs that bounced back and forth from the fallen of House of Chimera, Cerberus and Medusa, and Pegasus. A male Chimera boy with a bone petruding in his nose and Mohawk leaped forward with a gallop over a horizontal slash to the legs and when boy landed he dribbled the ball with his axe, parried a incoming goblin. The player did a crossover gliding on top of the goblin with a spin move then leaped for a slam dunk to end the game. A yaga came and leapt forward with blades like a flung arrow head and plunge into the Chimera boy’s chest. He had just scored and was stabbed by a creature. His body wisped back onto the bottom floor. The ball rolled around the rim like a delayed lay up. The ball then fell into the hoop. The game was over and unnessary roughness was common in Battleball. “Winner. House Chimra leads with a victory in the battleball games. There are holes in the floor for spike blades, pedulems, and slots on the walls. Fire spouts

near the weapon’s racks. Becareful where you step cadets of Robin Zorro.” Said Master Instructor Zedd Tobaggins. “Bravo my cadets of Robin Zorro.” Said Principle Frizzit Moonshroom. “Hannah were on the second flo—rk!” Said Jojo Sithamma before he was wisped away into the second floor battleball completion. “Jojo what did you say love?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. The royal child of Sithamma was wisped away into the next level of the court. A multitude of creatures came from the nexus into the plain of Robin Zorro. A group of sand nagas and Shivas Yagas came into the battleball court. The ball went to the yaga first and the creature with the multitiple arms grabbed the battleball and was alternating from hand and sword. The tall eightfoot Shiva alternated ing the ball, then ing back to him to warm up. The tall Power Fowardleaped over the spike pit with holes in the bottom, the blades came up and nearly sheared the yaga creature with the six arms. The creature landed with a roll then dribbled the ball. He parried a sword from his right. Then parried a bolt from a crossbow from behind and made his way towards the free throw. He crossed over a human and made a fast slash that lacerated his jugglar. The Yaga leaped for a Slam dunk. A pair of glowing yellow eyes stood invisible in his mantle, surprisely know one ever brought their invisible cloaks with them, but Jojo was prepaired. Jojo Sithamma leaped into the air and cut the head off the six armed creature and the yaga’s head bobbled in the air. The creature dropped the ball and Jojo Sithamma grabbed the ball and dribbled down the court. Jojo came down the court and it was symmetrical with ridges and bobbie traps around the court. “I need a pick and roll, get my back!” Commanded the young rogue commander. A rogue came forward to screen a incoming goblin, the goblin came with a downward slash. The rogue Cerberus cadet came and screen the goblin with a parry and stabbed the chest cavity of the goblin. The goblin wheezed, then the spikes on the floor punctured the goblin like a rag doll pin cushion. The human that screened for Jojo was hit in the chest with an arrow. Jojo spun beside the dying human then did a crossover on a goblin and slashed his throat, a pendulum nearly impaled him. Then another goblin slashed his throat, a pendulum nearly impaled him. Then another goblin came to steal the ball and a javelin hit the

creature in the back. A human cadet of house Cerberus came to aid the young commander. A goblin came with a crossbow and shot the cadet. The young cadet ed the ball back before he died and was wisped away to the battleball grounds floor. Jojo Sithamma turned and two arrows fired at Jojo and he evaded the arrows with some head motion. Jojo then flung the long sword in his hands that spun in a dancing arc then impaled the goblin and threw him off his feet. Jojo then shot a three pointer from the outside line. The color of the battlegrounds floor was brownish tan tiles with gold embosses that petruded from the floor. More goblins and yagas came from the spinning portals turning with the battleball competition as it went along. The goblins came up the middle with a outside ing formation. The outside ringed with sword ringing display. The goblins ed the ball toward the center. The creature did a cross over in front of a bobbie trap and the motor pit shot up fire and cinge the goblin and the human cadet. They both rolled around covered in flames and the two stood flammable on fire. Another goblin grabbed the ball, did a crossover and stabbed a human from the side with a sword through his chest. Jojo Sithamma grabbed a javelin from the weapon’s rack and hurled the javelin into the power forward. The goblin leapt from the free throw and did a under arm lay up, the ball missed the hoop and the javelin plunged the goblin in the back and the goblin tumbled into the spike trap then the trap impaled the body of the goblin and the ball fell to Jojo Sithamma’s feet. The court was a constant light show of fireworks coming and going from the battleball cage. The battleball cage was covered in taint from blood, oil burns. Tar and knicks and scars cover all of the battleball cage. Arrows flung, swords enlodged in their backs, javalins thrown into chests, the creatures kept coming from the nexus and dying. Cerberus and Pegasus humans, also were also were slain in the battleball game. The score was six to four with Cerberus and Pegasus behind. Chimera and Medusa had four to two. Hannah Hagglecoin was wisped into the battleball game and readied her hammer sword. She stood their standing next to Jojo Sithamma whom stood in guard. “Hello love, need a mascot to cheer you on, Hagglecoin is at your service love.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin who blew Jojo Sithamma a kiss. “Hello Hannah, its about time you came up and help. Sitting on the side lines and filing your nails while I bleed and get bruised. nearly died a few times. Give me some aid with guarding me. I need a pick and roll, a screen on the outside.” Said Jojo Sithamma who kissed back. The couple attacked together, double teaming the player with the battleball in his

hand. The goblin parried a downward slash by Jojo Sithamma. The goblin caught a heavy swing from Hannah Hagglecoin with her golem gloves. The gloves that gave her the strength of a golem. “Everyone gather information, keep moving, find some opening and give me some picks, anybody with a bow give me cover fire in the outside.” Said Jojo Sithamma. Marcus Fizzletwart and Alucard Hellsing was teleported to the battleball court, the battle ball court ran with a fast ball movement offense that kept the defender running and parrying sword and axe strikes. Jojo Sithamma es the ball to Alucard Hellsing. “Use your vampiric speed to the defender, drive up the middle and I will give you cover fire. These darts have dragon tonic so watch for the fire flammable liquid.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Aye, Aye Captain. human you be no firend of mine so give aid only at the games.” Said Alucard Hellsing with the red eyes. “Watch behind you!” Screamed Hannah Hagglecoin. A goblin came forth and leaped into the air behind Jojo Sithamma. Jojo duckedand the spinning Hammer Sword cut through the air like a sickle then smashed the goblin. The goblin was hoisted throught the air like a sack of wheat. Jojo Sithamma pushed a lever on his standart small crossbow and it mechanically opened into a bow. Alucard ran circles around the defenders and then ran for the hoop, he stabbed a goblin in the stomach and when he went down on all fours, Alucard Van Hellsing leaped from the goblin’s shoulder and dove for a slam dunk, the vampire was in mid air when two goblins leaped into the air and a pair of fiery darts exploded two goblins into a inferno of fame and charr. The Vampire Alucard Van Hellsing did a over the top windmill slam dunk from behind the two goblins in flames. The vampire roared like lion. “We won!” Said Aluard Hellsing. “We Won!” Said Jojo Sithamma. “We won finally, its about time that blood sucking leech did something. Good work Alucard!” Said Marcus Fizzletwart.

“Good job vampire, driving the ball around the defenders like that.” Said Jojo Sithamma the captain. “I just got teleported here. I miss the party completely, but don’t fret my accomplaces. There is plenty of bodies and robberies.” Said Willow Dubeax the ebony skinned Samarian rogue. “Winner, house Cerberus and house Pegasus wins. The last and final floor is a one on one between house Chimera and Medusa.” Said Instructor Zedd Tobaggins. “Let the final stage begin my remaining cadets of Robin Zorro.” Said Principle Frizzit Moonshroom. The five on the top floor remained against five of the Chimera and Medusa, the three male cadets faced off against the two female cadets. The five on house Cerberus and house Pegasus was Jojo, Hannah, Alucard, Marcus and Willow. The top of the Battleball court was filled with water and different pedestals like islands in the north tundra. The top of the battleball court was filled with water and different pedestals like in a swampy marsh. The pedestals on top of the water were circular islands that rock back and forth like a ship that was out at sea. The cadets grabbed their swords crossbows, axes and clubs, then began. The island pedestal were a mosaic pattern and the water began to rock the islands back and forth. There was a battle in the middle pedestal and the ball players begain to get into formation. The human cadets of Cerberus and Pegasus ed the ball to each other over the Chimera and Medusa’s defense. The battle players battled ferriously parrying and screening each other. Tension began to build as the water around then began to ripple. The house Medusa and Chimera began to confuse the house of Cerberus and Medusa. The ball was stolen by house Medusa, the Mohawk with dark eye make up leaped across the middle pedestal and a fin came above the water. The lone girl made her way towards the hoop and a slight tremor shook the pedestal. “What the devil was that?” Said the girl in her hissing snake like voice. She ran again and a sea serpent levitviathan leaped from the water and drug her under the water’s undertow. “Watch out for Sea Serpent!” Said Jojo Sithamma.

The ball fell afloat on the waters and Hannah Hagglecoin launched her boomerang like Hammersword. The Hammersword crumbled some of the island into the waters from the Hammersword’s impact. The Medusa girl was swept under the tide of the water and the serpents had a feeding frenzy like a creek full of pharanas. The water was horrifying to the drowning Medusa girl. The ball came into Hannah Hagglecoin’s hands. The ball then bounced from Hammer to sword. Willow Dubeax ran side by side with Hannah Hagglecoin. A serpant came out the waters and zig-zagged around the pair of ball players. A pair of Medusa girls and a pair of Chimera cadets raced down the pedestal racing and leaping down the pedestal. Islands that connect like a web going to and fro to opposite hoops. The pair of Pegesus girls Willow and Hannah ran into the Medusa defense. Hannah had the ball and stood behind Willow. “Jump!” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. Willow leaped into a summersault and a Hammer throw spun and knocked the two Chimera cadets into the floor. One female Medusa fell into the water and a Laviathen serpent constricted the Medusa cadet and ripped her in two. The cadet’s spirit was then teleported down onto the gymnasium’s floor. Willow Dubeax came down like a hail of blades on the two Chimera cadets driving her blades into there throats. “Shoot the three!” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “ me the ball!” Said Willow Dubeax. Willow Dubeax did a pump fake then shot a three pointer. A leviathan leaped into a rainbow arch and chomped at the ball. Willow did a skillful critical head shot and tossed the blades at the Leviathen and then it died sprawled afloat with a schimitar on the skull of the Leviathen. The three pointer went in and only one Chimera cadet stood, the entourage made quick work of the single Chimera cadet. Anything left on the Cerberus and Pegasus’s agenda is to make the elven points against the opposing net. The cadets of Cerberus and Pegasus are constantly evading the chomping leaping swalls of the Leviathen Sea Serpents. The heroic young rogues ducked, dived, roll and smashed Leviathen heads. Jojo Sithamma, shot explosive arrows making the scene of leaping dolphins a festival of lanterns and fire flies. The sky rainded of flesh and charred meat. Jojo Sithamma summersaulted over water serpents and slam dunk the ball. The band

of Cerberus cadets and Pegasus alternated leaping and flipping from the attacking Sea Serpents. The points had accumulated to the number of eleven. The house of Medusa and Chimera was no more. Jojo Sithamma became MVP of the game. The entire gymnasium was in a uproar. The principle and the Instructor master Zedd Tobbagins congradulated the house of Cerberus and Pegasus in the battle ball finals. “Winner, the most prestige House of Cerberus and Pegasus is the the winner of the Battleball games, the MVP is granted the title of “Greygoose” the god of rogues. The titles of Greygoose is bestowed upon Jojo Sithamma. The Eyes of gold have a Greygoose among their ranks, the highest most skillful rogue whom is blessed by the God of Rogues himself the Greygoose. The Greygoose is a magical bird whom laid magical silver eggs that made an unlimited amount of money to feed the poor rogues. The rogues of Gorum world starve if not for the Greygoose. The Greygoose fed them and the famine of the world. Greygoose is now the title that belong to Jojo Sithamma, for the most points, the most slain enemies, the most heroic display of courage for any rogue. You are rogue. You are the infamous rogue at Robin Zorro. Here is your prize.” Said Master Instructor Zedd Tobaggins. “Be prepaired for the grand banquet, go to your rooms and wash the Battleground’s debris from your pores, young cadets. House Cerberus and House Pegasus, picks up your special treasure, a gift bestowed upon all from Robin Zorro.” Said the giant tree and the principle speaking through the giant tree’s hallow trunk. The young cadets picked weapons with elemental powers crafted on them by Dwarven Blacksmiths. Jojo Sithamma picked a pair of Schimitar with the inscriptions written by the Thunder god, Thundaragger. The twin Schimitars illuminated with a lighting fizzle of arcane electricity. The electricity bit into the air like a lion’s roar. “Intresting those magical schimitars will aid your raid on treasure chest or gold expeditions. The Gods of Robin Zorro bless you Greygoose. Not to shabby. the god of rogues. Congradulations.” Said Willow Dubeax. “Sir Greygoose, didn’t think that some one of your stature would amount to anything. But, your skills and leadership was a nessessity in the Battleball games. Congradulations.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart.

“Astonishing how a human day walker could do such a thing, becoming the God of Rogues at Robin Zorro. Quite a feat daywalker.” Said Alucard Hellsing the vampire whom shook Greygoose’s hand. “So, now what sir Greygoose. Is that your new name, no more Jojo Sithamma?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin teasing her young lover. “You will refer to me as Greygoose the god of rogues. The title is better then the name Jojo. Jojo sounds rather plain love. So what did you pick out love.” Said Jojo Sithamma comes. “I picked out this helmet crafted by valkyeries from the elven lands of Swiftgloom. This hemelt should help me fly. They give my body wings of light granted from the gods of Divino. The God of good mercy. I have been feeling ill to my stomach love. I need to see a rogue cleric.” Said Hannah hagglecoin going to see a cleric with the helmet on her head. “Take a look at this wand, what do you think this wand does Allucard.” Said Willow Dubeax. “This magical wand is a mage’s wand. With the engravings of the snake this would must poison its prey. Looks like it does some elemental magic, whatever mage use’s this wand will wreak damage on his enemies with poison from a million cobras.” Said Alucard Hellsing. Marcus Fizzletwart stood over a counter with axes flails and halberds all enchanted with gems that invoke the powers of fire, wind, ice. Greygoose came and wanted to conversate with the Rogue that was related to his former captor. What became of his father Talbert Fizzletwart. The rogue that brought him to the Undercity city of Rogues. “Marcus Fizzletwart, what kind of weapons are you searching for crow’s rogue?” Said Greygoose. “I am searching for a weapon that is something fire like or something that explode to match my hot temper. What about you Jojo, or, I mean Sir Greygoose, your father must be proud!” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. My father was slain by Draconian enslavers in the collosium for Draconian entertainment. I know not my father’s past or his affliction only the image of his

golden armor of Sithamma. What about your father, Talbert Fizzletwart.” Said Greygoose. “My father was a crow’s rogue. The most renown, the most wealthiest guild in the undercity. My father has a twin brother who is under master instructor Jubei Kimogami the Ninja pug. My father was always abusive and drunk whom use to fancy touching my under bottoms, I use to be real volentile all the time around my friends because of my abusive father. I love the old bloke but I knew that he ed sometime ago.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. “Talbert your father kidnapped me when I was a boy. He Pickpockett my current guardians that free’d me from the Draconian Collosium. Your father beat me constantly, I thought I would parrish but, I stood firm against his beatings. He taught me how to pickpockett my first rogue, he told me steal only what you need, if you steal too much accessively. Someone would steal your life. A moment later someone put a dagger into his throat.” Said Greygoose. “Intresting how the tides fate put us near. I think this magical hand axe will give me extrodinary power against the undead or furry beast creatures.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. “Excuse me are you Greygoose Jojo Sithamma?” Said a rogue priest with a cleric’s robe. “Aye. That would be me Greygoose fo the eyes of gold.” Said Greygoose. “Come with me lad, I need to have a word between you and your lover Hannah Hagglecoin. Said the rogue cleric. The rogue cadet commander followed the cleric into a amall alter arrow from the gymnasium, the sanctum that housed the cleric and his holy followers healed the sick and injured rogues of Robin Zorro. The elder cleric with the short crop white hair stood next to Hannah Hagglecoin sitting on a bench in the prayer’s collsium of the alter room. “Hannah, what is the ailment that is weary upon you love?” Said Greygoose the rogue commander. “Jojo. The mourning sickness and stomach flu were signs of our love blossoming into a rose bud. Your love Jojo has been many thorns in my hide, I

have been with you, I have struggled with you and almost died tenfold in the persuit of gold. A treasure much more then gold is among us. I be with child Jojo Sithamma, Greygoose.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin emotional with her face flushed and tears in her eyes. “Hannah, the many years I have been with you has brought countless times of love and ion. The precious moments you stole from my heart can never be raplaced with any other rogue’s glove. You Pickpockett my heart with every kiss Hannah. You are my betroved, I ask for your hand and marriage love. I will love you in this life and the life after the next.” Said Greygoose. “I love you Jojo Sithamma, sir Greygoose.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin in tears. “I barter with my gold I won from a few raids in the undercity, I have this ring as a token of our enternal love Hannah Hagglecoin of the Hagglecoin clan. This ring is a ring given to me by my mentor Alabalster Shifthand, the ring he gave his former wife who died as valiantly defending her guild against the agents of Mundore. I give this to you Hannah Hagglecoin and let the rogue gods keep our pockets filled with gold.” Said Greygoose. The cleric priest was swept with emotion over the heart felt antics of the young romantics, it was like a resh air to the cleric priest. “The young and their love, it is like mint in my mouth to hearsuch sweetwords, I used my cleric spell of Clairvoyance to find a seed planted in your betroved’s belly. Congratulations my young rogues.” Said the Cleric Priest. The lovers hugged and kissed eachother in the alter room enjoying each others comfort at the victory in the battleball games.

Chapter # 16

The first sighting of the Mothership of Purgatory

The Mundore capital fortress on top of Mount Mundore lay in fog and mist surrounded by werewolves and banshees that wonder the fortress of Mount Mundore. There was a giant cathedral castle of spires and stainglass with blood red crimson on top of lavender coats of armor. The pictures depicting the wars between human and their masters the vampires of Gorum. The council chambers of the vampire council was a greenish pale hue with embossed bat and skull heads, on the tables legs, were made of engraved stone. The vampire lord of Gorum was Silf Mundore the youngest son of the Mundore family linage. The vampire had an audience with his vampire council, the vampires had a government ran by the Mundore leader and the succubus concubines that mate with Silf. The council was also a ghost of Mundore’s past forefathers that possess vampires that respond to the calling. The other council were grand executioners whom wore black helmets with black white skin in a leather authic garb. He slammed his fist on the stone table and shook the compounds. “My forefather’s, the sword of Vu’ shokk has went on a killing spree for souls in the harvest to defend Gorum against a massive plight in the land. I know not the where abouts of my forefather’s sword. His soul went mad and went on a killing spree to gather enough souls to defend against the invasion. An invasion of something more powerful then the vampire linage of Mundore. I know not of these creature’s nature, but to face such a peril on my watch. I need Vu’ Shokk’s where abouts found!” Shouted the Vampire Lord of Silf Mundore Bashing His fist until the stone table chipped from the pummel. The queen concubines was a vampire succubus whom bore children with Silf. Vampire spawn were made inside the mundore catacombs. Her hair was white and her bosom’s were busty, the woman Vampire spoke her piece to the council. “Silf, Mundore my eternal lover. The sword of Vu’ Shokk is a eternal Dark God from the underworld. His wisdom is infinite. There is little you need to ponder

about. The sword is damn near invincible. Said the queen concubine. “Where ever Vu’Shokk is we can send a search bridge of royal Mundore seekers to retrieve the immoratal sword of Vu’Shokk. He is a creature that can give off a stench like a devil creature or a lich. His where abouts is easily seen in the sentries of Gorum.” Said the Werewolf Executioner with the skeleton styled helm and plume on its top. “Try the assistance of Rogue treasure hunters, they can track a griffon egg at the top of a mountain in Ragnorok, the highest mountain of Ra’ Shora.” Said the council executioner. “Send for a rogue from the highest treasure hunting guild in the undercity. I know not the where abouts of Vu’ Shokk, but if the wrong person possess the sword. I may never retrieve my forefather’s sprit.” Said Silf Mundore. “Worry not Silf, I will not laugh at you if the sword falls into the hands of some wretched human whom enslave the Mundore council from your mistakes.” Said the Elder Mundore. “Treacherous old coot, watch your tounge elder, the hands of faith play me when the mantle of power is worn on my term. You sit and jest about my folly grandfather, I need that sword found.” Said the Mundore King. “Send me somemore seekers as well from the calling from the astral plane, these werewolves with the talent of the seekers can pick up the scent of Vu’ Shokk any where in Gorum.” Said A member of the council men sitting around the audience chambers. The concubine queen began to call a portal into the Astral Plane and the inside of the Astral plane filled with Werewolves. The seekers are the hunters that hunt the prey of Gorum for money and prosperity. “Alas my hounds of the seekers plane, I open my Rift to call fourth seekers from your plane. I am the queen of concubines of the Mundore linage. Grant me the aid of the seekers from your plain.” Said the concubines queen. A score of werewolves leaped into the audience chambers and began to sniff the air, whine then bark.

“Seekers at your services vampires. Is there something you need to find, a creature that needs to die, is there a missing trinket you seekeeth. Let me know.” Said the seeker werewolf. “There is a sword that we seek werewolf. We are in dire perrel, werewolf you want a position in the house of Mundore, you will find this sword and bring it back to Mount Mundore. Is that clear hounds.” Said Silf Mudore…

…The entourage of stealth rogues chuckled and cackled in silence in the drizzling snowy streets of Gorum. The rogues never spoke words that was audible when they were stealth, they spoke with lip reading and sign language. When they talked it was audible to eachother. It was always among the captains and the volume was so low that mice can be heard squeaking when they speak to eachother. “Is there any luck with finding the sword Vu’ Shokk Alabaster and Nevel?” Said Talon Ferry. “Not yet my elven damsel, why, are you in a hurry to be somewhere. You need to have your garden watered my lonely rogue damsel.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. Talon was uneasy but she loved and adored him for his leadership. “Care to not arouse me in the public Alabaster and Talon. You two need to get a room in the inn, I can pay the fee if you want.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Be at ease Nevel, your lover’s not going anywhere.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. They felt tension amongst eachother from the lovely Talon Ferry, the two began to hate eachother. A rivialry over the elven Nimph’s love. Talon Ferry constanty bade the two to fight eachother, they were induced by the tree Nymph’s powerful body that rooted the person making love to them. Rooted into the soil and enriching them with nutrients from trees, fruits and other herbal plants around the tree Nymph rogue. “Be calm you two, we have business at hand. Your trivial difference can be settled another day. Love is something that can blossom later between our guild. There is plenty of time to indulge ourselves later.” Said Talon Ferry teasing

Nevel Nimblefoot. “Whatever, Talon Ferry there are plenty of women rogues. Your tros are not the only under garments that I know how to haggle Talon. So don’t try to make me envious of your other relationships.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Is there reason for your shrewdness Nevel, is it you just haven’t seen me enough in your bed chambers.” Said Talon Ferry sticking her tounge out. “Alright you two behave, we have reports that this sword Vu’ Shokk is in the Gorum cementary attacking devouring the lives of the general public of Gorum. The sword is an ancient living being of omnipotence. We need to trap the sword with holy cleric priest that will put a ward around the sword. We need to set up a perimeter around the outside of the cemetery and lay in wake for the sword to feed.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “What if the sword can’t be detained by the rogue’s cleric seal ablity, what are we going to do if the sword catches us in its sights?” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Then it is settled, we lay in wake to ambush the dark sword.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot…

…Greygoose and his band of five took a rogue’s elevator lift up towards Robin Zorro. The academy was housed underneath the market’s district and was filled with activities for the adventurious cadets. The academy was in a weekend leave to enjoy their weekend, which ever it may be at. The academy was on a weekend leave to enjoy their weekend, which ever it maybe at. The five cadets of Robin Zorro took a elevator in the auditorium of Robin Zorro built by Dwarven inventors with steel and wood bolted with ribbets. The elevator lead to the top of the Gorum bell tower outside of the event’s district. The entourage of five walked out the belltower heading west on the cobbled road going towards the middle of the event’s square. “I can’t believe you be with child, you are such a whore. Having a child at Robin Zorro and you only be a freshman cadet. A squire you be.” Said Willow Dubeax jesting with the Hagglecoin rogue. “A whore is a permiscious mistress whom lay with random men at their leisure. I

knew sir Greygoose since childhood. There is no one in this world that I am more familiar with then Jojo Sithamma. He knows my favorite foods. My favorite activities, he plays the violins and sings my favorite songs. Jojo is my childhood friend and my lover.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin boasting about her childhood lover. “If I find a brother or kin of Greygoose, introductions to the bloke is urgent. Whatever he gives you makes your face illuminate with joy Hannah.” Said the two giddy with joy. “Hey Greygoose, what you plan to name your infant when he ventures out of Hannah’s belly. Any gods that your culture akin to.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. “You know what my day walker friend. What about the name Mithril, it is the name of a vauluable coin that can craft weapons and armor.” Said Alucard Hellsing enjoying the walk with his friends. “Mithril sounds strong. Mithril or gold, maybe Raphael.” Said Greygoose. The constant drizzle of the sky cascaded snow upon the pedestrians of Gorum. A Kobolt german shepard stood smoking a stoggie as the cadets of Robin Zorro ed by. A strange chill caused some tension among the cadets as they walked by. Alucard Hellsing turned and looked at a Kobolt smoking a cigar. The Shadows behind the Kobolt began to move. “A shadow fade.” Said Alucard Hellsing. A spector in the shadows began to move. Red glowing eyes came down like a guillotine blade that took the head of the kobolt and pulled him into the shadows. Blood speckeled on to the floor like a painter’s brush. “What the devil was that?” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. A group of female vampire pedestrians in a ballroom styled gown walked by the shadows where the kobolt was wisped into the shadows. “Did you get to look at Mildrid, sucking all over that vampire lord from Gorum’s kitchen. That cheap tramp, to sleep her way into a manor.” Said the vampire next to the shadows of the mosaic pattern of homes.

A metallic object leaped out the curtain of darkness and impaled the female vampire and she was hoisted into the darkness with the steel pillar into her midsection like a fish on a fishing line. Blood gushed out her mid-section and the shadow fade grabbed the other vampire and drug her into the darkness. The short sounds of muffled shrieks caught the rogue’s ear. “Step aside Hannah, find cover.” Said Greygoose. Greygoose fingered a button on his wristband and a small handsized cross bow unlatched, then Greygoose fired onto the shadows where the intruder was hiding to illuminate from the cackling of the flames, the metallic object hissed like a snake or a bobcat. The hair on the back of Greygoose’s neck began to Goosebump, the shadow fade hissed as his body became enflamed. The creature shingled from the flames charring the creature’s metallic skin. A small caravan was making its way down the dark street of the bell tower, singing songs of gambling anthems of Grammel. “We are the Royal Flush Of Hearts, we gamble we handle coin, and your love”…Sang the caravan. “Halt!” Commanded the captain of the caravan of dancing entertainers. “What ye bumbling fools doing aye. What is all the Ruckus about.” Said The regent with the turban and gems. “We have a battle amongst us.” Said the captain of the caravan. “Tyrendril Souleater get from your slumber. Can you hear me?” Said Margret Thistledown hollering to the caravan. “Aye, I am awoken now from your yodel.” Said the vampire casino owner. Tyrendril was in another carriage pulled by horses. The shadow fade monster leaped out at Robin Zorro cadets. Sparks illuminate in the dark as a Shadow Fade met steel. Slashes, hacks and parries danced as the shadow fade came with a barrage of claw slashes. Marcus’s fireaxe lit a fade on fire and his limbs bubbled then exploded in a hail of dark molten flesh. Greygoose danced with his electric schimitar and a bolt of acidic poison hit a shadow fade next to Greygoose. The elecrict schimitar hit the metallic pillar and

the blade roared. The sword came into view and the metallic pillar came down chomped into the shoulder of Greygoose. The sword clutched the shoulder of Greygoose and flung him like a ragdoll. The scene was like a dog chewing on a chew toy. The sword took ariel flight tugged the rogue cadet of Robin Zorro into the air and headed West coming out of plain sight in front of all the caravan of entertainers. “Jojo!” Screamed Albert Thistledown. “Jojo!” Screamed Margret Thisitledown. “Where, where is Jojo Sithamma!” Screamed Tyrendril Souleater. The caravan of entertainers of the Royal Flush of Hearts watched the creature drag a cadet of Robin Zorro towards the cemetery of Gorum…

…A horrid demonic entity came roaring down the cobbled road towards the cemetery of Gorum. The metallic creature screamed as it came shaking the bald rogue like a rag doll. The demonic sword flung the human creature onto the stone. Of the cemetery floor. “Human, you reek of some celestial aura. Where is it you hail from, your stench is from a different realm. An omnipotent being that is blessed by the gods of fate. Your flesh would taste invigorating to my senses human.” Said the metallic abomination with the red glowing eyes. “I know not what you speak of Dark Servent, leave me be.” Said Greygoose Shaking from the tension of the sword’s morbid air around itself. “Leave that human alone Vu’ Shokk. His soul is the creator of this world, his soul is the combustion in time and space that gave breath to our realm.” Said A Elf Mundore ancestor of the Vampire Ruler’s linage. “That is why the blood of your veins taste like ambrosia the fruits of the gods course through your veins young human. I know what you need human, a master that will guide you into the seat of your own kingdom. Converge your soul with mines human.” Said Vu’ Shokk

Yellow eyes illuminate in the pine trees above the cemetery, all the rogues sat squatting watching the leader speak in sign language. His hands moved in letters, characters and expressions on his face. (That rogue there is one of our own, when that creature is in position to attack, we aid our rogue brother to escape from the creature’s death blow. Be ready rogues, be on your best guard.) The silent band of rogues saluted the commander Alabaster Shifthand. Nevel Nimblefoot stood next to Alabaster and signaled for the cleric rogues and the trap master to get into position. The cool breeze blown as the rogues pounce from tree branch to tree branch. “Be still human, let me transmogrify your soul into a dark servent and become a vampire human. You will miss the taste of food, but the taste of blood will excite your tounge human.” Said Vu’ Shokk. (Now!!!) Signaled Alabaster Shifthand. (Now!!!) Signaled Nevel Nimblefoot in the opposite perimeter of the forrest of trees. The grappling hooks dug into the ground and other blades latched onto the steel tower of Vu’ Shokk. The Rogue clerics ran down the tight rope like chains of the grappling hook trapper and began chanting from their tomes of holy magic. Light from the divine tome illuminated with a pale glow of holy white magical phasms that shoot forward in an arch of holy flames. The flames of holy goodness burned like magma to the evil abominations of the undead. Cleric rogues leaped in ariel summersaults against the Demonic Sword of Vu’Shokk. The Clerics landed with their mace septer glowing in white holy flames clashing against the steel body of Vu’Shokk. The night panned in the night with loud gong like smites, bell tome like strikes against the back of Vu’ Shokk. The night banged with loud gong like smites. Vu’ Shokk The Dark Omni-God of the Vampires turned and hacked a cleric from shoulder to stomach and his body was enlodged on the sword. The sword began juggling humans like Jester Balls. “Accursed humans!” Soared Vu’Shokk. A dual welding cleric with double mace septers did an ariel cart wheel and landed with a double sting knocking the sword slightly off balance. “Run, come on!” Said Alabaster Shifthand.

(That is Jojo.) thought Nevel Nimblefoot. “Run, hurry Jojo, Run!” Hollared Nevel Nimblefoot. (–––––—) A sudden flash dazzled the skies and twinkled like twilight off a shooting star. The skies was white paint that ate the darkness away, like a flash from a Dwarve’s laboratory. A large figure sketched itself over the dark canvas of the skies, the sky illuminated with speckled lights of crimson and green. Yellow and orange lights blinked in the sky. Loud sounds that thundered like lightning over the stormy clouds. A massive blue pale light channeled down the sketching of the dark carnival in the sky. The rogues gasped in terror. The sounds of humming occurred and the light came downward like lightning bolts and obliterated the capital of castle Mount Mundore. The rogues in the cemetery was blinded by the flairing light and the ray decimated the middle of the castle’s foundations. The sword Vu’Shokk watched the castle of his masters burn to ashes underneath that creature’s strange mana. The sword turned and bit into the shoulder of Greygoose. “Arrrggghhh!” Screamed Greygoose. The sword then levitated, then snatched him into the air and carried him off towards the outer city limits. The sword disappeared into the evernight…

Chapter # 17

The ing in Tragga

The Dwarven fortress of Tragga was in a industrial progressive state. The new technology found from Ivan and Stephen Mugspewter was a industrial evolution. The train cars in the citadel spirial moved at speeds unseen to man. The lights illuminated and moved like streams of rainbow in a collage in the citadel’s dim lit cavern. The latest armor worn by Uther Polanko Hammerthine was made of in alloy with mithiril and gears that spin from a power source smiliar to electricity. The armor itself was powered by a multitude of Necromedia eeles that generates a large amount of energy like a thunderstorm or a mage’s electric wand powered by gems of lightning stones. The advancement circuit boards was unknown to Dwarven crafters and were unsure how these mechanisms worked. The metals inside were two conductors that sent an electric current to activate the circuit. The current send teragigs to activate the circuitboard. Dwarven inventors worked night and day to develop a reason for these tiny flat like objects. The Tragga king was making it a decree to manufacture these foreign weapons in Tragga. The original inventor opened a large industrial manufacturer called the Polanko Company. The large industrial facility was steam operated and had every black smith in Tragga working in there. The conveyer belt reeked of metal smut and iron forged into steel, the air was arid, the forge’s molten metal poured like lava and the room was like a dragon’s horde. Terry and George Pickaxe was banging on steel to flatten the rough areas of the steel to create an armor plate. The metal was hot. “Dwarven children be born in a forge, our skin can take anything. My legs been burnt more times then having a pet dragon. Maybe I can save my coin to buy myself one.” “You don’t need one at the house brotha’, you can’t even take care of your own cat. I seen the cat chase a baslisk then get turned to stone by its breath. Then the basilisk. Pecked cat out to dust.” Said George with the Ponytail.

“Ye two shouldn’t be doin thin sort o’ job, this job be dangerous and meant for adults whom have experience, but times be hard. Grandnum Pickaxe is sick n’ the Stone Chisle always out taking care o’the elderly Hammer chime, they also take care o’ the Blade carvers. Every dwarf has to do their part in the house. Grandmum Pickaxe though seems to be well, she be walkin’ again, good job ye little Dwarven Angels.” Said the bald Stephen Mugspewter with the oranage beard with two braids. “Ohhh, awweee. My arm!” Screamed Robert Pickaxe. The boy was in a middle platform near another Dwarf banging a piece of hot metal and the hot metal leaped up and burned the young dwarf in the arm. The Mohawk haired child rolled around to put out the flames screaming in agony. “I be too dawn young to be workin’ at this forge. The flames burn to the bone. I, I, waaaah, waaah!” Cried Robert Pickaxe with the brown Mohawk. “Come here boy, ye be alright. You can take it young one, ye be as strong as a Bengal. Ye need some more healin’ my small champion.” Said the Dwarven Mugspewter. “What seems to be the problem?” Said Uther Polanko Hammerthine. The industrial foreman came with an inscriber with some chalk, the founder of the most prominent weapons smithing company in Tragga came to investigate the incident. “A piece of metal shot out from we hammering the rough area out, the steel then flipped onto my shoulder and my arm caught on fire. This place be too dangerous for a boy my age. I need the coin to feed my Grandmum n’ me siblings.” Said Robert Pickaxe with the Mohawk. The scene was touching to see the young employee of Polanko crafting steel, then after receiving burns still get up and craft steel again. This was a sign of manhood to the dwarven boy. “Worry not young one. Theseburns are a sign of coming to man hood, ye be a sturdy n’ young lad. Ye work n’ give ye grandmum food n’medicine. Me know about you young Robert Pickaxe. Ye be real strong young lad. Coming into adulthood.” Said Uther Polanko Hammerthine.

“Come on Robert, let us go into the infirmary n’ get some bandages on ye young lad.” Said StephenMugspewter the oranage beard Dwarf. The siblings watched as Stephen and Robert headed towards the factory’s infirmary. The hallway was filled with chisled stone and plaques on the wallcontain gold plated writing on the walls. The factory had mats with a Polanko’sheraldic trademark of an oval shield with gears and sproketts. Robert held the bandages over his arm. “Ye arm be a constant reminder of your adulthood, in other Dwarven religion scarring the body is like a sign of reaching adulthood. The more markings ye had from trials, the more stronger ye be. The Dwarven religion Traggonist and those who are burn or scarred from crafting weapons, are signs of adulthood n’ are required to be a journeymen blacksmith. The Dwarven religion of Anvilists are those who are burned by metals or are cut buy metals while crafting steel will increase the harding of their skin.” Said Stephen Mugspewter. “I never knew the value of money. Me n’ me brothas have been hustlin’ our whole lives just to feed me grandmum. She been sick from an ailment from smellin’ the smut of the forge, or the gases of the mines. Sadistic grey Dwarves cause me grandmum injuries from constant battles. My old vetertan grandmum deserve better.” Said Robert Pickaxe. “Your grandmum deserve it for raising such astounding children, ye be earnin’ a wage at such a young age. Makes ye children like the stone.” Said Stephen Mugspewter. “Aye.” Said Robert Pickaxe with the Mohawk. “I wish my grandmum would get better. She did good at her age, n’ with her health, to raise three hungry children. My mum fought off the kobolt samurai at Rin Tin, those mangy dogs killed me mum n’ pa. Where would we be if we grandmum didn’t endure to feed us. We learned how to hustle something to eat from you n’ you brotha Stephen. Ye gave us hope in a dark tunnel. Said Robert Pickaxe sentimental from conveying his feeling about his grandmum and ma. “Now let me take a look at ye arm. I young lad when I was ye age. Me mum n’ uncle owned a smithing shop making blades n’ maces of beautiful

craftsman ship. I became a cleric priest, because me hands are clumbsy.” Said the cleric priest of Polanko company with the cleric hat with shield and sprocket. “I wish I could be a cleric priest right now my arm burns to the god hammerabove.” Said Robet Pickaxe. “Why did the king of Tragga need so much weapons produced?” Said Robert Pickaxe. “The king of Tragga predicted the coming of the end of the world.” Said Stephen Mugspewter.

… The elderly women of Hammer chime set in racking chairs drinking some lemonade made by the two Stonechisle with the blonde pony tails. “Listen my little toadstool gnomes, my husband the late great Hammer chime was an illeagal blacksmith. He created arms that were made from illegal metals mined in the catacombs of Tragga. He crafted dark weapons that gave the possessor dark powers that curse their enemies. The Dark weapons also curse their possessor. Me husband died twenty years ago fighting some grey Dwarves in the mines of Tragga. That is all I can recall about myself.” Said Ms. Olga Hammersword. “What was ye husband’s name how did he die?” Said Gwenth Stonechisle. “What. Give me a moment me mind slips me from time to time.” Said Mrs. Hammerchime. “Me husband died possessed by a dark spirit from the neather underworld plains. The weapon itself is made me’ husband a demon goblin, he was transmogrified into a demon goblin from killing the lives of the robbers n’ bandits that tried to rob him. Illegal buyers died from lack o’ pay too. He took thousand o’ lives until the weapon consumed him. He slayed our children too n’ the house. When the weapon consumed him. The Royal Tragga Knights came and destroyed him. The Royal Tragga Knights came and chopped him into ribblets n’ the Royal Tragga Knights cast a seal on his soul that would make him venture in an alternate plain forever. That is the story o’

Mr. Hammerchime.” Said Mrs. Hammerchime rocking in her chair drinking lemonade. “That is a real facincating story Mrs. Hammerchime.” Said Lilth Stonechisle. “Ohieeo, ohieeo exhilarating story. Mrs Hammerchime Mr. Hammerchime was a bandit or rogue.” Said Gwenth Stonechisle. “What’s yer husband’s name?” Said Lilth Stonechisle with the blonde ponytails. “My Husband’s name is Sergei Hammerchime, his father was Sergov Hammerchime n’ he was a mithril n’ Iron miner who had a regular job, he lived a humble life, unlike his son Sergei whom was an illegal weapons crafter.” Said Mrs. Hammerchime. “That is a fascinating story Mrs. Hammerchime, but you know what. We have to go, we still need to check up on Mrs. Pickaxe, ye know grandmum Pickaxe, ye know grandmem Pickaxe is moving and cooking again. Her illness seem to have gotten better. Well grandmum Hammerchime, we be off.” Said Lilth Stonechisle. “Alright Mrs. Hammerchime thank you for yer fascinating story. We did ye chores, we did all the work ye wanted to be done.” Said Gwenth Stonechisle. The two dwarven eight year old children walked down the stone chisled roads of the skinny towards grandmum Pickaxe’s house to check on her well being. The two hopped and fiddled holding hands singing dwarven nursery rymes. “Me mum was a miner n’ my pa was a shoes shiner.” Sang the girls in unison. “Me mum was a miner n’ my pa was a shoeshiner.” “Me mum mine ore n’ me pa made old clothes.” “Me mum mine ore n’ me pa made old clothes.” “Me mum mine ore n’ me pa made old clothes.” “Candy n’ hugs, my friends love lady bugs, Candy and hugs, my friends love lady bugs.”

The two girls sang hopping and skipping down the street filled with heat from the forges and Dwarven residence. The forges burned from molten metal spewing from the cast metal pouring cauldrons. The two came up the hill of Grandmum’s Pickaxe’s home and the light from her lantern can be seen and bodies comfortable to rock hard surfaces. The dwarven girls turned the doorknob of the finely crafted handle with intricate lines made carving tools that used small hooks and enscribing tools for engraving tablets or tin to engrave names. They came upon Grandmum Pickaxe laying in front of the Iron stone, grandmum Pickaxe spilled hit pourage upon the floor. “Oh nooo!” Said Lilth Stonechisle. “Grandmum Pickaxe!” Said Gwenth Stonechisle. The two Dwarven children rushed to her aid, their faces watering from the horrid scene of their beloved Grandmum Pickaxe upon the stone. The front door opened again and scene of their beloved Grandmum Pickaxe upon the stone. The front door opened again and in come the three Pickaxe boys from work with Ivan and Stephen Mugspewter. “What. What happened here girls. Gwenith, Lilth Stone Chisle. “She must have had a dizzy spell n’ collapsed upon the stone.” Said Gwenth Stone Chisle. “We came in she laid upon the stone with pourrage every where.” Said Gwenth Stonechisle. “Ivan run n’ go get the cleric priest. We need aid run!” Said Stephen the bald Dwarven. Crafter teary eyed from Granmum Pickaxe. “Grandmum Nooo!” Screamed Terry Pickaxe with short crop hair. “Grandmum ye be fine I swear, stay alive grandmum we need you!” Screamed the Mohawk dwarf Robert Pickaxe crying. “Grandmum ye can’t go, ye fine grandmum check her heart!” Said George Pickaxe with the pony tail.

Robert Pickaxe checked her heart for a beat. “No beat be in her heart. Noooo!” Cried Robert Pickaxe. “Ye be around our whole life, what are we going to do. Ye knew us when we be small lads, ye knew us when we be small lads, ye raised us grandmum we have nothing…I, I, love ye grandmum Nooo!” Said Robert Pickaxe crying, his heart twisted in his wee bit chest. “Grandmum we worked at the Polanko company working, risking, life n’ limb grandmum now ye be gone. Grandmum we need you!” Cried Terry Pickaxe. George whimpered holding onto grandmum’s Pickaxe’s dress, he whimpered. “Be alive grandmum, see when were older. If you can see how hard we work at the factor, grandmum.” Whispered George Pickaxe. Stephen the Dwarven long time of the three boys cried. “Be strong, be strong like the stone!” Cried Stephen Mugspewter spilling mucus on his oranage beard with two braids. The two stonechisled girls cried clutching grasping the three boys crying, weeping loud until the entire room was in an emotional uproar. “Grandmum ye be fine, watch grandmum!” Cried the emotional Lilth Stonechisle. “Grandmum ye be fine I swear help is coming grandmum pickaxe.” Cried Gwenth Stonechisle clutching Robert crying over grandmum Pickaxe. “Grandmum Pickaxe. I will take ye young kin n’ raise them to be strong, ye will not need worry upon ye soul. Ye will leave our realm grandmum, I can hear it upon the stone.” Whispered Stephen Mugspewter. The door opened and the door slammed upon stone wall of the humble abode of grandmum Pickaxe. She raised her entire family in these stone walls. Her ancestors own this home for hundreds of years. The cleric priest came in his lavender robe with the symbol of two warhammers crossed over the two mountains of Tragga.

“Let me take a lookat ye elder’s body n’ check her heart beat n’ health. The woman took a fall from the fatigue in her knees. Her pale skin seem from lack of water, her faint spell be from her body being too old. Let me get some roots n’ herbs from me poutch, I will also “need inscriptions from me Holy Tome of Tragga.” Said the cleric priest with the cleric’s top hat and medicine bag. The cleric priest with the pudgy fingers and white hair reached into her medicine bag and pulled some elixir missed with roots n’ herbs. The elixir was red and the cleric’s tome was a black and gold tome with healing scriptures. The cleric opened the elder dwarven woman’s mouth and poured the elixir down her throat and the elixar’s glowing crimson red liquid ozzed down the elder dwarven’s throat. No immediate response from the elder’s body. “Tragga mount of healing drip your healing dew upon the sick and injured Thjyorjn Ragnolasjn, Trajorjn, Boulder bless us with your healing.” Said the cleric priest of Tragga, a pale illuminescent tow of magical healing orbs spun around the cleric priest and the mum glew with a pale with aura of holy light. The children spectated over the scene of the elder hurt dwarven grandmum. Their tears made visible in the sight Ivan Mugspewter, he pondered the severity of Grandmum Pickaxe’s injuries or illness. “What happened. What happened to grandmum Stephen?” Said Ivan Mugspewter. “Grandmum Pickaxe had no heartbeat in her body. I checked her vitals to hear a heart beat. There was none, I can hear it in the whisper of the stone.” Said Stephen Mugspewter. “Nooo! Grandmum Pickaxe be the only remaning remnant o’ the Pickaxes. If she is gone there is on more adults in the Pickaxes. There be no aid to fend for the Pickaxes brother, we always took care of all the Pickaxes.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. “That is good aye, we take care of people when their in need. At least we done something good in life with all the wars we fought.” Said Stephen Mugspewter. I van Mugspewter stood looking at the children in crying over the collapsed body of Grandmum Pickaxe they both stood tears streaming from their eyes.

“She was a good woman grandmum pickaxe. She raised these children to be strong, strong enough to provide for themselves. They know about swindling and how to hustle and put something in their coin pouches. She did good grandmum Pickaxe.” Said Ivan Mugspewter with tears streaking from his face. “There is no more beat in the elder woman’s chest. Her life be no more, she is no longer with us in this realm. She is gone into the heavens o’ the mountain in the sky.” Said the Cleric Priest. “Noooo!” Said George Pickaxe. “Noooo!” Said Jerry Pickaxe. “Grandmum. I love you Grandmum!” Said Robert Pickaxe with the mohawking grasping Grandmum’s cotton dress. The two brothers were over whelmled with tears, whimpering over the lost of grandmum Pickaxe, the scene rippedthe brother’s heart. The children cried, clutched on to her sobbing, their cries piercing the hearts of the Mugspewter Brothers. Even the cleric clutched on to her sobbing, their cries piercing the hearts of the Mugspewter brothers. Even the cleric priest was in an emotional façade. The house finally began to quiet down, the Mugspewter and children began to wrap up grandmum Pickaxe in a silk cloth made for burning to send grandmum Pickaxe’s body into the next life. The cleric priest began to smuther body with a liquer made of congiac and holy oils from eucalyptis sap. The elder Dwarven grandmum enter the heavens in Tragga. The cleric priest called for some aid from the monastery of Tragga. The cleric priest got some holy hickory oak wood and burned the trees waiting for grandmum Pickaxe’s body. The entice oak wood and burned the trees waiting for grandmum Pickaxe’s body. The entire street of Dwarves on Anvil street watched as the children and the Mugspewters cried over the fallen Dwarven Grandmum. The underground spine down toward Tragga’s castle citadel sounded with horns. All golems were on high alert. A bridage of steel clad armored dwarven paladins came marching up the stairway. At least a few hundreds was coming up towards the top of the winding stairway. The sounds of sprockets spinning and whistling sounds of steam powered engines veering. The sounds of humming form an alien power source coming from unknown ciruit boards in the wares created by Uther Planko Hammerthine’s company. The ten thousandth king of Tragga. Something cataclysmic is upon is, upon Gorum. Keep your blades keen. To arms!” Roared

in his omnipotent voice of the ten thousandth king of Tragga. All Dwarven citizen of Tragga began to rally and brandish blades, maces and armor. All dwarven children armed themselves, all mothers, grandmothers, fathers and grandfathers readied themselves at the sound of the king of Tragga. The Mugspewters looked upon the Pickaxes and Stonechisles with their eyes and red flaired nostrils. A bad omen, a sign of oblivion was coming upon the land of Gorum. “Robert, Terry, George, Gwenith, Lilth. Arm ye selves, something dire be upon us, the whole continent of Gorum be in peril.” Said Stephen Mugspewter the bald dwarven gladiator with the oranage double braid. “To have such grave circumstances upon the continent of Gorum is a bad omen. After the death o’ grandmum Pickaxe. Something dire be brewing upon us. Tragga guide us!” Hollared Ivan Mugspewter the blonde Dwarven misfit. “Equip ye self Dwarven Pickaxe’s. Stonechisle’s. The end o’ Gorum be upon us, I can hear the whispers o’ the stone. Keeper wits about you lads.” Said Stephen Mugspewter. “My grandmum, ye be such a beautiful soul gone from the long adventures o’ ye lift.” Said Robert Pickaxe with the Mohawk. “Grandmum I love!” Said Terry Pickaxe. “Grandmum I love!” Said George Pickaxe in tears. The children cried then went to gather their arms for the coming war o’ Gorum. The creatures in the Tragga catacombs hissed and rumbled about. The whispers o’Gorum. The whispers! The Stone blew dust and debree through the catacombs.

Chapter # 18

The extermination of Gorum

The divide of the city of Gorum caused anarchy in the morbid sadistic vampire regime of Mount Mundore. The castle remainded in a crater surrounded by flames from a proton cyber optic beam that fires from the mothership. The beam incinerated everything into a pale blue fizzle evaporating particles into the air. Vampires rescued their spawnlings, Werewolves rescued their cups, kobolts rescued their young, the screams of death was chilling. The whining of gears and lazer blades cutting and lazer riffles firing porton hail killing and decintergrating the citizens of Gorum. “Help me!” Cried a mother kobolt Doberman. The female hound in a dress reached for a young cub. A dark armored Demon Bladefist came and impaled his two proton claws into the Kobolt woman’s chest from her flank and picked her up. He then typed some text into his computerized gauntlet the connected the Mothership’s decimator. “(Sniff, Sniff,) Death is a sickle that reap the wheat of life. Your life soul is my bread of life creature. Die creature, die Aaaarrrhhh!” The gauntlet furiously dug hooks with the proton claws and reaved the head off the hound. “No mama! Whined the small Kobolt Doberman sparwled upon the floor. An explosive fireball from a mage’s wand exploded and engulfed the cub, he whined into his flammable demise. The pup looked like a bush of thatch and motar on fire. The ground was in flames, multiple fireballs came and exploded. Homes next to the Demon Bladefist caught on fire. “We got him. Goodwork.” Said a Vampire Gorum mage about a half mile off. The gorilla sized demon spawn illuminated with blinking lights.

“Meager attempt creature.” Said the bladefist demon. “No good, the demon lives!” Said the Gorum mage next to the attacking vampire mage. A tall two story home of a window came a kobolt archer with a long ballista like crossbow. He fired upon the creature’s force field and it deflected the magical arrow. Another pair of Gorum soldiers came and battled the Bladefist, more Demon Reavers from the mothership teleported next to the Demon Bladefist via sonar and cyber optic teleportation. The Gorum Kobolt archer loaded another arrow and aimed. A creature with a bat like wings apperared in front of the kobolt archer. “Rrrrr, roof, roof! Die intruders!” Barked the Kobolt. He aimed then squeeze the trigger’s crossbow. The magical bolt defected off the sky Demon Shade’s shield. The Sky Demon Shade pulled a proton riffle and fired a headshot. The kobolt’s head exploded. In an array of flesh like smashed watermelon. The beam then demolished the room next to the kobolt’s bedroom. The center of Gorum’s market place North of the event square. The Vampire mages stood on top of buildings with archers firing projectiles into the frey of shielded Demon Reavers and Demon Bladefist. Two scores of Demon Reavers took a constant volley of rapid magical arrows, explosive dragon tonic and magic, fireballs, lighting bolts, and ice shards. The ground obliterated into debris and cascaded into the sky like a sandstorm. “The magic is having little affect on the Demon Invader’s magical shield.” Said the Vampire Captain. “The shield is a sphere magic of an element like electricity. Water has no affect upon the creature’s shield.” Said another vampire Gorum Knight. “Aim underneath see if the ground underneath can be effective against the magical shield.” Said the Vampire Gorum Knight. The Gorum captain shouted orders to the frontline to call forth a fire a spell from the bottom of the creature’s feet. “Frontline cast your lava spell in unison!” Said the captain of the frontline.

The two story holmes of the frontline aimed their magical wands. And septers at the gorilla sized Demon Bladefist and Demon Reavers. The ground underneath the score of Demonic intruders turned to magma lava. The lava melted the plates of the cybernetic armor of the demon reavers. Another score of Demon Reavers appeared via sonar light teleportation from the mother ship’s decimator motherboard. The next wave of Demon Reavers appeared in the flank of the mages and archers of Gorum. The rear of the mage brigade was hit by a proton ray from a riffle. His building cascaded down onto the captain’s mantle in black and silver helm. “They are at our flank. Turn around and Fire!” Said The captain of the mage brigade. “Cast shields upon our men, stand firm!” Shouted the captain. The Gorum mage’s began to cast a protection spell against the ariel assault, a laser hail of proton death pierced the heads of the mage’s top like arrows through apples. The laser needles rained pinning the Gorum vampire’s platoon! The buildings underneath exploded sending lumber boards spinning. Stone propelled through me air like ice hail. Mages screamed to their deaths, vampires turned to ashes. Kobolts were engulfed by the flames. The shields came up from a Gorum brigade of mages. The mages cast ice, lighting and a firestorm into the air, magical missles shot from the circle’s ballista like crossbows. The mage’s of Gorum had little affect, their shields shattered like stain glass. The proton shards ripped the Gorum soldiers to shreads. Giant gorilla like Demon Bladefist leaped onto the buildings like apes climbing the two story manors, the mechanical gorillas then impailed their proton claws into the mages. “Arrrggg!” Screamed a mage as a Demon Blade fist’s claw pierced his heart. Vampires burned to ashes, kobolt’s fur engulfed by flames, human’s were imploded by proton lazer rays from the demon Reaver’s shield riffle that they brandished on their left arm. The Demon Reavers and Bladefist had weaknesses that the vampire brigade noticied. When the Demon Reaver’s fired their riffles or when the Bladefist struck, their shields would drop temprorarily drop. Gorum’s citizens ran for their lives as more Demon Reavers teleported from the mothership. “Find a target, when these creatures fire, fire into a vital area landing a killing blow. Ready. Aim. Fire!” Said the invisible specter with the glowing yellow

eyes. (Flung!)(Flung!)(Boom!)(Boom!) Explosions lit up the skies like fireworks, the skies was an explosion of gunpowder and Dragon Tonic. The Demon Reavers rained of metal debris. The Gorum mages in the elevated archery postions were being slain and ripped apart by Demon Bladefist. The creatures then began to leap from building to building like a stampede of cybernetic elephants. A volley of small bolt sized arrow enlodge into the throats, backs, and arms of the swinging apes with devil horns. The apes died in mid air as their shields went down rightbefore their moment of killing stroke. The Demon Blade exploded from dragon tonic. (Boom!)(Boom!) “I never seen so many bright sparkling gems on these apes, their armor must really be expressive. What do you think Alabaster?” Said Nevel Nimblefoot hidden in the shadows of cover across from the mage’s flank. “Apes now a day need colorful gems in the night to keep lions, tigers and Draconian away. These gems be ward’s to ward off unwanted Dwarven girls seeking Nevel Nimble pants.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “The only Dwarven dates I get, I to you Alabaster Shifthand. Not bad Dwarven girls at kissing and belching. Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “We need to escourt these Gorum citizen towards the exit. More demons might appear, we need to lay siege to those demons in the East shooting those magical missiles towards the Gorum mages. Hide amongst the shadows and lay in wake to ambush the demon soldiers.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “We need to hide in pockets hidden in the shadows, the demons have not seen us yet. If there is any leaders or captains amongst the frey of the creatures, we will slay then from the cover of darkness.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. The cover of an elevated two story residential area of manors stood in a pincer over the Demon Reavers rushing towards the fleeing pedestrians of Gorum. The shadows illuminated with yellow eyes in unison to the invading demons. Everytime a Demon Reaver fired his proton weapon from his Shield riffle. The Reavers was hit in the throat or head by an arrow from the Eyes of Gold.

“This is the decimator online from the mothership of Soul Reaver Kruger, a beacon will transpond towards the arrival of Punisher Twilight Shatter Fist.” Said The Decimator Alerting all the Demon Reaver’s computer on their bracers. The sound of sonar and the whistles of whinning gears transmitted downward behind the flask of the escaping Gorum civilians. A beacon kept blinking as the punisher teleported downward. The Punisher stood eightfeet tall in black and red plate with a proton cannon bazooka and aimed at the pedestrians. The lazer cannon mounted on his shoulder, charged some blue orb like proton particles and began to lift dirt and debris from the grounds around them. The laser pushed knocked the straw on the roof like wind blowing a field of reeds from the propullsion of the proton laser. The laser shined down like light from a light house then exploded down the center of the fleeing perdestrians. The center exploded sending stone and granite burning remains of clothes, blood and bone in a mist of flesh airbourne. The crator was as if a comet from the heavens came and destroyed Gorum. “AArrgghh! Help!” Screamed the pedestrians running for their lives. “Get behind me!” Shouted a turban wearing man in a welsh jacket with ribbons on his shoulder. The man with the plump nose and mole pushed a button on his collosium’s bracer and out came a large gigantic shield made of mana and steel from another dimension of the astral plain. Another lazer came and shot towards the citizens of Gorum. “Brace yourself!” Screamed Albert Thistledown. The top hierarcy of Demon Revers consisted of punishers and Grand Soul Reavers, these titles were equivalent to captain or general. The Punsher captain charged another proton blast upon the roof of the two story manor. A score of Demon Reavers were charging the fleeing citizens of Gorum. The rogues of the Eyes of Gold began to pick off persurers by timing when the Demon Reavers fired their shield like riffles. The Demon Reavers also charged forward and hacked cleaving citizens as they charged the escaping pedestrians. The Demon Blade Fist Gorilla like Demons pounched on the pedestrians and smashed their bodies with paw and fist, claw strikes shreading human and vampire alike like shreaded beef.

“There is something above us.” Said Alabster Shifthand. “What is it you want us to do Alabster?” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “We need to dispatch whatever is firing that blue magical flame at the fleeing pedestrians.” Said Alabaster Shifthand. “Picking a fight with a dragon. The life of a real rogue. I can’t stand rogues that never leap in front of a Dragon’s maw or never danced around giant golems pummeling the earth guarding a horde of treasure. Those are fake rogues.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Whatever Nevel Nimblefoot pants. dancing golems and big women, that is what you really fancy aye Nevel.” Said Albaster Shifthand chuckling at the gesture. The Eyes of Gold rogues have powers upon their legs that allow them to stick onto walls like a spider or ants, they walked vertical upward towards the Space Demon fireing its cannon towards the fleeing pedestrians. The rogues attacked in unison dodging and flipping the swinging of the glowing proton lazer saber on the punisher’s left hand. Rogues that missed their rythem impailed or sheared in half like taking a hot knife through butter. The Punisher’s force filled went down a number of times and the Devil Spawn took lacerations and piercings upon his red face. The attacker did no physical harm that seem to be fatal to the Punisher Demon. “Futile Human!” Roared the Punisher “Die creature from the alter plains!” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. Alabaster parried a downward stroke with a feint that sheared his sword in half from the proton light saber. He spun around the bladeand plunge his second sword into the forehead of the Punisher. Alabaster then stuck the schimitar blades into the forehead of the Punisher and the sword broke, the shards of the blade enlodged into the creature’s forehead. The Punisher plunge his sword into Alabaster’s stomach and the sword went out his back. The sword fizzled forward the Proton conductors touching flesh. “Arrrggghhh!” Grasped Alabaster Shifthand.

His body hurled into the air, he then shot a explosive dart into the Demon Punisher. The explosion decintegrated the devil horns upon the Punisher’s Forehead. “Arrrggghhh!” Stupid Human curr!” Roared the Demon Punisher. “Noooo, Albaster. Noooo!” Screamed Nevel Nimblefoot. Nevel Nimblefoot did a summersault onto the ground before the falling Alabaster Shifthand descended onto the ground. “Old friend you will be fine Alabaster.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “What are you talking about Nevel. Just a flesh wound. This is the life of a real Rogue aye. If it doesn’t almost kill you it ain’t worth nothing.” Said Alabaster Shifthand coughing up blood. “Healer! You will be fine old friend. the time we scaled the mountain of Ragnarok to steal that griffon egg. You saved us from the griffon’s mother whom snatch me into the sky, I thought I would fall ten thousand leagues from the clouds. But you saved me from a pegases you boasted from a thraveling merchant. Good times aye. Healer! This ain’t nothing is it Alabaster. Healer, we need a healer!” Said Nevel Nimblefoot tears streaking his face. “Its nothing Nevel. The times you spend among your brothasin arms are the closets times you will spend as a rogue. From a pupil to a master. From a master to a mentor yourself Nevel. You are a rogue of great accomplishments, of great importance. You are no longer the orphan at the steps. The eyes of gold is your property master thief, steal my people’s hearts so that they be filled with wine and food. You now are the master of they Eyes of Gold. For the Brotherhood of Rogues. I, I, I, I am no more Nevel…” Said The final death note of Alabaster Shifthand. “Noooo!” Said Nevel Nimblefoot crying at the lost of his longtime mentor and friend. The healer came but it was too late. A new punisher turned his proton cannon, mounted on his right shoulder, then he put the weapon’s crosshairs at his long time mentor and friend Nevel. The new punisher turned his proton cannon and the proton particles began to gather. The Everwinter blizzard wisped yellow

magical arrowsthat landed jamming the muzzle of the bazooka cannon and the arrow exploded. The top front of the two story manor exploded, stone and debris was flying, all through the two leveled estate of the bedroom. A large crater was made visible upon the manor behind the Demon Punisher. A unidentified dragon was about flying under the snow drizzle of the sky. The bumbling creature came and shook his head holding a chew toy like human in its maw. The metallic steel isle stood afloat stairing into the eyes of the Punisher. “Let me go stupid Beast!” Screamed the bald human in agony. The gods of Gorum bless the human rogues and vampires with the hands of Valisha, the Godess of fate found a break in the Demon Reavers. The tower like sword spit the human out his mouth. “What is it we have here. A demon from another realm. Human be ready to weild me human.” Said Vu’ Shokk. “What, what is this. My brothers of the Eyes of Gold. Alabster, Nevel. We must be ready to draw blades.” Said Greygoose. “Weild me now human!” Said Vu’ Shokk whom danced into the air and landed into the palm of Greygoose. The sword’s tiny blades began to flutter and cycle mechanically like a saw, the sword cut downward grinding into the punisher’s shoulder. Sparks illuminated from the saw like sword cutting into the Punisher’s cybernetic armor. The sword drank the demon’s blood like wine, drunk from the demon’s adrenline pumping heart. The sword’s blades drank the blood into the sword’s hilt and the sword began to feel a sensation of ectasy. The blonde hair blue eyed Hannah Hagglecoin watched the spectacle upon her view of her betroved Greygoose whom stood grinding into a demonic creature in black plate steel. The sword that Greygoose wielded sheared the red demonin half, the creature’s body rolled off the roof with a loud Metallic thud. The metallic creature layed dead with its eyes gazed into the stars upon the sky. The sword then danced around in the air carrying Greygoose with him. “Greygoose, Jojo, stand firm love, I’ll rescue you!” Yelled Hannah Hagglecoin. Hannah Hagglecoin ran up and leaped upon the roof of the tattered remains and reached for Jojo Sithamma’s hands.

“Hold onto me love and do not let go. We’ll freeze to death if we travel to far into the sky love.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Worry not Hannah. If we fall, I still have my grappling hook to hoist us over onto a safe landing. Stay close to me love.” Said Greygoose. The sword began to levitate about a mile over the city of Mount Mundore’s grounds. The Market was in ruins, the event square was filled with fires, people ran trampling over eachother toward’s the entrance. The harbor of port Mundore shot cannons into the Sky at Sky Demons Shades and other aircrafts. The sky was filled with griffons and other aircrafts. The sky was filled with griffons from Tragga here to rescue the Vampires of Mount Mundore. Griffons and magical archers and wizards in ariel combat shooting at the Demon Reavers. The sword that is Vu’Shokk had the soul of the Punisher Demon Reaver stuck in his stomach. Whatever the sword Devoured the souls were transferred to an alternate plane within the sword’s foundations. The soul of the Punisher was too much Necro energy and the sword would regurgitate the energy from the soul it devoured. The sword hoovered over the entrance and turned a bright orange glow. The sword then opened its Metallic maw and an oranage glow illuminated and shot towards the heavens. The oranage beam crashed into the giant mothership and the forcefield around the mothership rippled in a hue of bright colors. The shield around the spaceship turned as ansomble of bright colors. An alarm sounded around the ship. “This is the decimator. We have a breach of our decimator Necro data bank firewall. There is an unidentified powersource that is causing the disruption of the shields. Our defense is coming down.” Said the computerizied harmonic voice of the female Decimator. The oranage beam entered into the Decimator’s screen and began to devour the souls of the computer data bank that ran the computer’s mother board. The screen on the Decimator’s high definition screen turned orange then blank. Then down towards the entrance of the city capitol of Gorum the citizens were making their way west towards the mountains of Tragga to find refuge from the Dwarven Paladins Of Tragga. “There magical shield is down, tighten the ranks you impudent slaves! Seekers take the Front Line!” Said The King Silf Mundore in Vampire black and silver.

The Seeker Werewolves took the front line against invading Demon Reaver Bladefist. The Seekers and Demon Bladefist began to wrestle, grapple and battle in melee clashes of claw and steel. The Vampire lord Silf Mundore came wielding a greatsword hacking, decapitating and pikeing Black Steel Clad soldiers. Bladefist Demon Creatures stood being knocked down by a massive weight of the anvil steel sword. The swords from Gorum Knights danced in a sea of swords. The lord Silf Mundore watched as a young man was being carried away by his forefather’s sword, his family’s heirloom ed down from father to son from every generation of his lineage. He saw the sword earlier shoot that Necro Beam into the air from digesting the souls of the living. “Human! Return that Great Sword to me! Vu’ Shokk is a dark deity and can destroy our Realm. Destroy him!” Screamed Silf Mundore. “I cannot control not the flight of this beast, this beast controls the flight of me. I will return him when I can. God Speed Vampire King!” Holding to dear life said Greygoose. “Seekers persue that human and Vu’ Shokk. Bring back the sword and do what you will with the Human!” Said Silf Mundore the Vampire Lord trying to retrieve his ancestor’s sword. “We have persuit love werewolves are following us. They look like they are summoned from another plane. We must find shelter.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Good thing I saw you levitating into the air before your departure. Had I not leaped towards your clutches you would be alone love. Now we get to stay together.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Hannah without your company my world has no meaning unless I speak with you love. Unless I would share words with this steel wyrm, belching flames after every creature he ate. He might eat me next, at least I won’t die alone. I would kiss you right now but I have no free limb to reach for you love.” Said Greygoose. “You won’t die alone, just me, you and our seed love, our family.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. The sword Vu’ Shokk began to convulsate. The sword began to buck like a Pegasus, kicking in the air from the horse shoe in its hoof. The sword traveled

South towards the city of Grammel the Vampire Casino. The city was underseige with less Demon Reavers, but from the looks of the news from above, the Reavers were falling. The sword landed a few miles, West of Grammel in a bear’s cave. The sky was still everwinter night and snow Drizzled from the forever night of Gorum. Day light can be seen from across the bridge of Dru’ Laza, the parting that led into the city of Draconian enslavement. Where death is a constant wheel that spun over constanly for Draconian delight. The bear cave West Of Grammel was silent in the dim light of dawn. The three rest in the cave, Greygoose and Hannah Haggelcoin knew not what they would do about the Vampire sword, they knew the sword held them hostage. The sword began to ramble and pace around the cave. Hannah Hagglecoin laid upon Greygoose’s chest and slept while the sword pace around them causing them no immediate threat. “Demons from another plaine tread in our realm. Where could these creature ssss, ssss, come from. Our existence is tested. What should we do Mundores?” Asked Vu’ Shokk to the alternate realm inside his steel being. While the two human slept, the sword began to fumigate vapors from the sword’s mouth and nostriols. The vapors that came from the sword shape shifted into figures of elder vampire lords with overcoats and jacktetts with ribbons. Their overcoats had ruffles and other elaborate expensive fashions. The sword then held a council with the other Mundores. “We need that vesselin the sky destroyed. These creatures that invade our realm our from another time and plane. These creatures are not from the Dream World but from a reality in their world.” Said Kain Mundore the Vampire spirit with the scars and blind fold upon his face. “We need a weilder of the Mundore Lineage to come and wield the power of Vu’ Shokk to destroy that vessel in the sky. If no weilder can be found we need to find a weilder to bind to his soul.” Said Raziel Mundore the vampire specter with the missing mandible. “This human here and his woman should suffice, the longer we wait, the stronger these demons become. You seen this boy, a powerful captain to the Demon’s heirachy was destroyed by this human boy. We can use him to free us from the clutches of these demon spawn.” Said Vaan Mundore the vampire with the thick white mane of hair.

“We shall possess the boy and make him the weilder of the Mundore Sword. I will ister the incantations as he sleep.” Said Vu’Shokk. “Aye.” Said a council member. “Aye.” Said another council member. “Aye.” Said the last council member. The sword paced around Jojo Sithamma sleeping with his betroved, the sword then whispered into his mind that was somewhere in the astral plane…

…The car changed shift in the turning lane and shifted between two cars, the car blaired some Jay-z “Ball so hard, make ni—as try to fine me.” “Ball so hard, make ni—as try to fine me.” Sang the clarion face deck. The car turned and skidded between two cars in the freeway, the French freeway was different from the American Freeway where you drive on the leftside instead of the right in America. Joe Thammasong was worried about losing this race against the Audi that was driving on supreme gas. Joe Thammasong driven the Nissan Skyline-type R and was about two miles from the finish line. Joe driven behind two semi-trucks on the freeway and a car cut him off, Joe shifted into the other lane and drove the two semi’s by shifting upward. Joe then cut in front of the Audi and the Audi steered into the Semi-Truck then crashed. (Boom.) The car crashed then exploded from the gas. The finish line was visible from all the black cars off the freeway. A random car side swipe. Joe Thammasong and the man flew out his window into the mouth of Vu’Shokk. The young Musician artist layed upon a pale green sacrificial chamber covered in blood from the car crash. The sword hovered in the air and forced Joe Thammasong to impale himself with the sword. The sounds of vampire chanting sounded like grunts from an orc or pig and the sword shot a

blue magical beam into the everwinter night. Jojo Sithamma awoken drenched in sweat and a light fever upon his head. “Alright love. Sleep well. Said Greygoose. “Ha,ha,ha, sleep well human.” Cackled Vu’ Shokk alone pacing around the cave…

Chapter # 19

The invasion on Grammel, Draconian aid give us power

The dawn of red in the early day break awoken revitalize from the slumber from Vu’ Shokk’s rage and bloodlust. Greygoose awoken with his chest healed from the impalement of Vu’ Shokk’s metallic fangs. Greygoose’s head was light but his mind was void of emotions. Everything was more calm, the breeze had no meaning. He looked pale, then looked at Hannah Hagglecoin but was filled with an urge to eat something like chicken roast. The feeling was unknown to the rogue commander. “The light of Daybreak hurts my eyes. I feel weakend and fatigue from the mid light of dawn. The air has no feeling to my nostroils. I feel nothing, Hannah are you awake?” Said Greygoose. “I am awake, I still feel a bit famished but I am alive. What about you love?” She gazed into the eyes and gasped. “What is it love?” Said Greygoose. “Your eyes are a red blood color love. What kind of magic is this?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “The sword entered my dreams and changed me in someway. My senses are numb, my feelings are no more, I thirst no more for water. My breath cease for air. Look Hannah, my heart has no beat love.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Your heart no longer beats. Your eyes are red, you thirst not for food, what aboutlove. Do you still love me?” Said Hannah Haggelcoin. “I will never stop loving you Hannah. The feeling of our love is numb now. But your love is the most important thing in my world, this is something bound to me even unto death. I am a vampire now Hannah. A servent of the underworld,

never thought I would be here turned by the Mundore’s heirloom of Gorum. I have seen more strange things in my short life.” Said Greygoose. The steel floating crocodile like sword came floating towards the human couple. The sword Vu’ Shokk came forward. The face of Vu’ Shokk is a Omni-Demonic entity from another plane whom captured souls from its existing life. The tower is a being that is a nexus into the alternate plane that house the souls of the Mundore Forefathers, the sword itself was a tool to destroy or conquer the most heinous evil spirits. The sword stood afloat over the pair of Robin Zorro cadets. The sword’s reflection stood in Hannah Hagglecoin’s helm with the winged Angel wings upon the skull cap’s side. “Human, you have been anointed by the underworld gods to weild Vu’ Shokk. The realm of Gorum is in peril and the spirits of Mundore has chosen you to weild us. We have turned you into a servent of the undead. You are now a vampire, you now serve us.” Said Vu’ Shokk. A spirit spilled out onto the cave of the bear’s abode. The vampire stood blind folded with scars across his face. “I am Kain Mundore. The Vanquisher. You have been chosen human to lead an assault against the invading demon horde of another dimension, they seek to destroy all of Gorum.” Said Kain Mundore. “All of Gorum is in oblivion. The sword Arbitar of Gorum is Vu’ Shokk and from the Necromancy Dark Magic that the sword harversterd from the giant demon. He expelled his natural urges into the sky. His demonic taint picked up the mana source of the ship’s sky vessel. We need to fly up their by mount and destroy it in Melee combat. Are you ready Jojo Sithamma? Are you ready Greygoose the god of rogues.” Said Another Mundore with a missing mandible. “I have no choice then Mundore. I will wage war upon the invading demons in the sky of Gorum.” Said Greygoose. “We wil defend Grammel first then, I will prepare you for flight before we fly into Grammel. The sword went outside of the cave with the two Mundore spirits to strategize an attack on the invading demons. Hannah Hagglecoin and Jojo Sithamma looked into eachother’s eyes.

“Hannah my eternal maiden. Our love is tested constantly by strange occurents. It is tested because of the hands of fate. What about our seed does he rest well.” Said Greygoose. “Our seed is not big enough to stand in the wind. He still rest in my stomach. His father is now a vampire, will his mother and him be well in the crisis in Gorum. Do you think I should turn into a vampire as well, do you need me to aid you as a vampire?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “I know not Hannah. If you wish it I will turn you.” Said Greygoose. “I need to know more before I make that descion.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. The sword flung itself spinning and landed into the palms of Greygoose. The sword drug Greygoose pulling him upon the stone. “Weild me human!” Screamed the Vu’ Shokk. “Hannah take my hand before we take flight.” Said Greygoose. “I will take flight with my helmet I received from Robin Zorro. I will be a few paces behind you love.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Good luck, God speed love.” Said Greygoose. The sword forcefully pulled Greygoose and bolted through the sky like an arrow from a cross bow. The sky from above looked to Greygoose like ants tumbling over eachother in the bright lights of the casino city. Clouds ed while the air constantly hailed a light drizzle of snow. The front entrance of Grammel was being swarmed. Demon Bladefist primates began to climb the walls smashing and killing the sentries with their fist and weapons they can haggle from the sentries of Gorum. Greygoose noticied that the demons were not glowing with mana like before in Mount Mundore in Gorum. Grammel sentries came with pikemen and impailed some of the Demon Bladefist but their natural durable bodies took minor damage from the javalins. The steel tops broke off into the flesh of the Demon Bladefist. Archers took aim landing head shots killing demon reavers. The Demon Reavers landed on top of the city’s walls and hacked the archers in half with their sabers. The proton conductors were not on but still cut flesh and steel. The Demon Reavers pushed with a battering ram and broke the gate of Grammel.

“Move men, Gather a defense strategy at the gate. Fight like your lives depend on it, move!” Roared a captain sentry. Mages began to assemble over Grammel and fire metor showers from the sky over the Demon Bladefist and Demon Reavers. Their bodies exploded in a supernova burning them into the underworld of oblivion. The sky Demon Shades flew in flight formation and began to dive and strike like an owl diging their talons into the skull of the Grammel mages. The interstellar decimator sent, a frequency that turned on the proton conductors of the Demon Reavers Soldiers. The Sky Demon Shade began to fire Proton rounds from their lazer riffles exploding stone and bone into the evernight sky. The city of Grammel began to be engulfd with lazer and proton beams that exploded homes sending straw and wood boards flipping into the sky began to charge up their upon claws and hack sentries in two shearing their flesh like a hot knife through rotisery pig. The city Grammel began to be undersiege and the sentries began to be eradicted from the Demon Bladefist. Grammel began to evacuate through the rear gate of the attacking invaders. A beacon signal transmitted a sonar signal from the mothership and a small armada of Demon Bladefist and Demon Reavers appeared and began to slay the fleeing civilians of Grammel. “Help us. Help us God!” Screamed a dieing mistress with her family. “Nooo. Nooo!” Screamed another family from across the beacon of the teleporting Demon Reavers. “Don’t worry monamiee’, Nepolean is here my friendz. Samarians be ready to play the intrumentz’. Mistro beganz!” Played the Samarian Shaman Voodoo Orchestra. “If you need help Monsguier, I am here.” “If you need help Monsguier, I am here.” “The Icrediblez, Shaman protector is here, the Incrediblez’. Shaman protectoris here.” “We fight, we sing, we love mosharee.”

“Socree’ bleu’, after the battle, we will love you. The congo drumsplayed a rythem that gave an enchantment of speed to the Samarian Shamans. The Samarian lions and dark skinned Samarian had steel armor that looked like tree bark. The armor had totem poles etched into steel to protect against the elements of fire, lighting and ice. The Samarian lions pounced on the Demon Bladefist and Demon Reavers slashing and hacking the shields. The attacks landed making no real effect upon the steel shields made of dead souls in the decimator’s data bank. The uncanny Samarian Shamans of Dark and tan skinned human began to fall. Lion Samarian soldiers began to be cleaved onto pieces of fur catching flame like motar and tatch on a catapult’s boulder. Samarians aided the escape of Grammel. “Head North West my Grammel patriots. Head for Tragga monamee’! Orevah’!” said the leader of the Shaman tribe of Samarian Nepolean Boneaparte’…

…The front gate of Grammel layed in ruins. The homes on top of the second story houses of grammel were home to sharpshooter bowmen that lay in wake to fire upon the unsuspecting Demon Reavers. Screams of the dieing were constant in Grammel’s entertainment district. Demon Sky Shade Ariel Fighters patrolled the skies to vanquish any Grammel soldier. The night was intense like a Dream Shade or a Banshee hovering around humans waiting to devour them in their nightmares. goose bumps align the neck of the humans. Vampires became anxious biting their lip, Kobolts howled in the night. A strange whinning of sounds circled the creature that entered the front gate, the sound was like a hundred humming birds to the ears of the sharpshooters above the homes of Grammel. The decimator’s female synthesized voice alerted the creatures that something was in their facinity. “Punisher Korgath Bladefist, a large power source is headed North from a city in the southern region of Ra’ Shora. The city is inhabited by Draconian salamanders, a race of large scaley reptilian lizards. The female are amphibian and can breath in the air and water.” Said The harmonized voice of the Decimator. “I am here at the location now decimator, send me reinforcements and re-route the creatures to aid my defense.” Said the screetching voice of the Punisher

Korgath Bladefist. A blue rift opened right in front of the entrance to the flank of the Punisher with the long devil horns. In his black he brandished a greatsword and a lazer turret. He wore red plate and he was as big as a house. The sword was shaped like a spade and his skin red, his armor onyx. Black Soul Matter made from an alloy harder then steel or Mithril. The blue rift opened and out came a Dragon like creature that pounced onto the punisher. Swords clashed with a steel heavy septer like mace leaving knicks and cuts upon the septer. The Draconian attacker spewed flames towards the Punisher and his microwave shield which was automated by emergency power from the Mothership’s decimator operating system. The microwave shield pushed the flames back. The force field was a ventilation system of air that compressed in an oval outline of the Punisher’s body to protect against physical attacks. The vent was filled with miniature fans that spun like turbins to block attacks. Only the bottom was not defended by a forcefield. The Draconian threw a combination of punches, smites, back hand smashes that viberated the air. The Draconian gathered the flames in its maw and did a like stomp that exploded the ground. The flames went up and cinge the armor with a light flame causing the armor to be litely tinged form the flame stomp. While the Draconian Salamander and the Punisher were battling. The Hydra over lord was watching from the Nexus at the creature’s battle prowess. A counter parry from a upper slash made the punisher do a reversal spin move and hack the Draconian in two splitting him like a grape fruit. A small figure in gold armor came and charged the Punisher Demon Reaver with a flying knee strike landing an attack upon the creature’s shield. The Punisher’s swords met with dual falchion sabers made of steel. The Steel swords had etching of Dragons upon its blade. Another flashed occurred and the Draconian assault came to attack the Demon Reaver Punisher Korgath Bladefist. The Demon Reavers and Bladefist Demons and began to grapple with the Draconians. The Demon Reavers were unaffected by melee attacks, the commander of the Draconian army, the Hydra strategized on an attack on the Demon Reaver’s force fields which was automated by an emergency power source on the Mothership. The General Vega had stitches across his face and body from where the Hydra sewed his body whole again. The General was brought back to life by Draconian magic to be a slave because of his number of Draconians he slain. The Draconian race is a race of warriors that think highly on combat ability quoting the first grand salamder’s quote, “if you can defeat enough Draconian then we will reward you in Ra’ Shora”. The General countered with an x parry, he dodged, then did a reversal double strike knocking a Demon Blade fist to the stone. A combination of claw slashes in a flurry of proton claws hack at the air. The general did a spinning roundhouse and knocked

the Demon Bladefist to the stone. Another Demon Reaver came with his saber and did a downward cleave hacking at the blades of the General Nomgmaseth, the general did a side step then came with a knee to the groin, the Demon Reaver went down on all fours and the general took to his back and did an ariel summersault and came with a double bladed smite that knock the dragon on all fours. The Punisher Korgath Bladefist charged a proton cycle of enery that gathered around the blade then did a swipe towards the air sending a shockwave of energy to destroy the general. The general ducked the slash and the slash hit the Demon Reavers around him and they sprawled upon the stone. The General summoned his Nok ancestor guardian and the magical creature appeared upon the shoulder of the undead general. The General countered with a spittle of poison from the serpent Nagas. The Nok’s poison splashed on the Punisher’s forcefield and sprayed onto other Demon Reaver’s next to the Punisher Korgath Bladefist. The Demons began to cough from the creatures toxic fumes. The Hydra Developed a strategy of using the meatbag’s poisonous serpents to poison the Demon Reavers. He seen the image of his Draconians being slain by the Meatbag’s poisonous magic. “Meatbag! Turn your magical serpents on the creatures and waterfall venom on their tops!” Shouted the Hydra Draconian leader with the eyepatch. “Good thinking salamander worm. I shall, even in death the spirit of the Nok will bless my attack. Die Demons! Feel my wraith!” Screamed General Nomgmaseth. The Nok Serpents upon the shoulder gems of the gold encrusted armor began to spill green bile upon the heads of Demon Reavers. The poision cause them to slip and fall to the ground. The Hydra summoned a group of female witch salamanders to protect the Draconian from the general’s poison. The witches in black and silver stood in a formation behind the hydra and some Draconian mages. The witches in black and silver stood in a formation behind the Hydra and some Draconian mages cast spells to protect against the General’s poison. Though the General was a slave to the Draconian, Draconian lives were not a concern to the wrecklessundead father of Jojo Sithamma. The Sithamma General kept spilling poisonous green bile all across the grounds causing the Draconian to become sick. “Demon Reavers. Attack the lizards casting the spells in the rear. They cast some protection spell to safe guard the lizards.” Said Punisher Korgath Bladefist.

The DemonBlade fist began to gather like a pride of silver back gorillas and beat their chest as they pounce on the female lizards. The hydra turned and struck with his giant metallic gauntlets with a combination of jab, right cross. A dodge then a right hook uppercut leaving the apes tumbling through the air. “Tighten the ranks. Build a defense against these soft belly imps, need to clear the frontline. Moveyou mangy salamanders!” Shouted the captain Hydra. A large force descended from the sky like a meteor then exploded like a boulder from a catapult. Then creatures flew in an array of flips and tumbles through the air, the Hammer like object was then returnedto the Sky Bird like a boomerang. Hannah hagglecoin looked at the clearing of Witch Salamanders casting a counter cure for the Nok’s poisonous ailment. The General stood parrying the Proton Greatsword like a dancing cobra. Striking with its fangs when an opening was available. The Demon Reaver Punisher came with a smash with the proton sword’s hilt, the sword’s anvil like weight smashed into the General, knockingthe general’s equilibrium off balance. He was dazed by the strike. The Punisher then kicked him into the air and came with a downward smash with the flat of the proton blade. The blade cinge his golden steel armor. An invisible object came screaming like a bolt from across bow. A steel metallic buzzard hovered over the battle between the undead Sithamma General and the Captain Demon Reaver. A steel pillar came and swatted the Punisher and the Demon Bladefist stood with their backs sprawled. The decimator’s cybernetic link disappeared from the Demon Bladefist’s shield, the Punisher’s shield was also disabled from the Necro energy from the sword Vu’ Shokk. The jagged sword contained energy that corrupted the decimator’s souls inside the computer’s databank. The decimator’s avatar sent an emerging broadcasting. “This is the decimator from the mothership, their has been a breach in the interstellar computer link. All Demon Reaver shields are down.” Said the Decimator. “Their shields are down meatbag! Make haste you lazy dog and cleave into their ranks!” Said the Puppeteer Hydra. “Affirmitive!” Shouted the General. A score of Demonblade fist apes began to attack in a gorilla pride’s formation with the Alpha make in the front beating his chest. The proton claws upon the

Demon Bladefist whistled in the night. The sword Vu’ Shokk in the rogue’s hands did a spinning hack and whirled the blade into an arch loop. The gorilla bladefist entourage was cut into pieces like Dice cellory. The night rained with shattered shards of steel. The souls of the Demon Bladefist was sucked into the sword’s steel maw like broth from a bowl of chicken stew. The charging Demon Bladefist did a flurry of proton claw swipes, the Dark Omni-god Vu’Shokk turned and bit the head of the Demon Bladefist. The sword began to glow and illuminate with mana form the powerful souls harvested from the Demon Bladefist. The eyes of gold rogue Jojo Sithamma took his overhead cloak off and glanced at the undead general. The general in gold dashed with him in unison against the Punish Korgath Bladefist, attacking with father and son. (That armor looks fimilar to me, that armor in gold. I have seen that armor in my dreams. My father’s armor. The armor that has protected my family’s lineage for generations. That undead zombie is my father.) Thought Greygoose. (Vampire servent, make haste or I will eat your soft flesh and soul you stupid peon.) Said the physique citadel like sword. Greygoose pulled his sword Vu’ Shokk and did a whirlwind sword spin, going circles around the Punisher Kogath Bladefist with the spade proton sword. Korgath parried blocking highs, lows, mid-attacks. General Vega came with a double sissor kick then a flurry of sword stabs in a array of stabs. The slashes came vertical, horizontal and spinning feints and downward hacks. The general spit his Nok’s poison like a cobra. The general did a flying jumping Dragon Kick hitting the Punisher in the face. The Punisher parried a number of punches and a spinning roundhouse. The undead general Vega Nomgmaseth parried a number of punches, then caught a unsuspecting knee to the stomach, backhand, a reversal swing with the anvil weighted sword knock the General down upon the floor. The General Vega Nomgmaseth was pelted into the air like a thrown stone. The whirling sword Omni-god Vu’ Shokk sickled in the air like a hurricane of sythes, the tower like blade of Vu’ Shokk windmill in a spinning arch tumbling into the air. The sword hawk downward on his prey and caught the Punisher in the air of a sissor kick. The night illuminated with blue sparks that lightened the night. The two were in a tug of war over the blade slearing into the Proton of the Punisher. Greygoose unlatched his “Eyes of Gold’s” small crossbow and fired it into the demon’s chest. The dragon tonic exploded and a fire flaired and like molten steel in a forge. The Punisher took a few strides back from the impact and collied for a downward hack. The cadet’s mentor the sole survivor of the

Eyes of Gold’s guild fired a volley of explosive hail that rained crossbow darts. “Jojo, take cover lad!” Screamed Nevel Nimblefoot. “What. Who’s that!” Screamed Nevel Nimblefoot. “Nevel Nimblefoot. Jojo Sithamma, I came back to rescue you lad. Didn’t think you would make it. We need to regroup and split the ranks of the Demon invaders, slay your opponent and let us push forward!” Commanded Nevel Nimblefoot. “Good to see familiar faces, bless the gold coin Nevel. My most nimbliest mentor good to see you again teacher.” Said Greygoose calmed by the sight of Nevel Nimblefoot. The Demon Reaver Punisher exploded like a swamp filled with fireflies, the Dark Giant walked through the inferno of fire. “He’s still alive fire missiles!” Commanded Greygoose. The flying owl above the battlefield of Grammel did a ariel toss and the anvil like Hammersword exploded the Demon Reaver causing a large crator. Greygoose then launched the Dark underworld god Vu’ Shokk at the Punisher Korgath Bladefist and the sword bit off the head of the long devil horns of the ogre like punisher. The sword then bellowed a loud savage howl like a werewolf. Moments and the sword gathered enough demon soul and belched the poisonous waste of mana deposits into the air towards the mothership. When the sword Vu’ Shokk devour souls, the energy is then transferred like a belch releaving himself after his meal. The Mothership’s circuitry began to short circuit, the mothership’s auxiliary power began to fry from the mana energy from Vu’ Shokk beelch. The Decimator’s alarm began to go off like a thousand sirens that echoed around the mothership’s spaceships. The spaceship then began to implode at the mana energy that crashed into the steel hull of the spaceship. The rogues of the gold’s guild began to gather and slay remaining Demon Reavers and Demon Bladefist. The mothership began to gather their forces and ready for another constant wave of death to harvest the lives of the living beings of Grammel…

… The war drums beat in precussions of congo drums playing a amazon rain forrest tune of battle for savage lions and Dark Skinned humans, humans of light tan and beige complections whom dance and fight in their sword play. Their totem pole like armor had faces of birds, snake, and other rain forrest creatures. The Samarian Shamans had a numberof Demon Reavers destroyed caused by earth induced ground spikes. The Shamans fought with Nepolian Boneaparte in the front, the Samarians were fighting and a transmitter sent a beacon into the area behind the rear of Grammel. The decimator sent a radio frequency towards the mothership and the sonar signal sent down a beam of light towards the rear of the city of Grammel. The Sky Reaver shades began to do an ariel formation shooting lazers rays of proton death from the heavens, the lazer rays hit with pinpoint accuracy killing the shaman war drums that give the Samarians a haste spell that increase the Samarian’s speed in battle. The Samarians took a heavy toll on their ranks. “Scatter then regroup to avert their attentionz’, stay movining, fight hard monamiees!” Said the Shaman teacher Nepolian Boneaparte’. The lazer proton bombardment rained dropping explosions upon the rummaging lions scattering and shooting mana bolts of lightning. A sudden shortage in the Demon Reaver’s shields cause the Decimator’s link upon the Demon Reaver’s gauntles to be taken down, shortage in the lights was made noticible upon the proton claws. A brigade of merchants or entertainers came out the rear of Grammel’s gate. A man wielding a large magical shield came out the carriage held by decorated guards lifting the carriage upon there shoulder’s. A women came out of the carriage next to her husband and began to fire multiple rounds of arrows into the score of Demon Bladefist. The welsh woman took the rear shooting into the frey opening a gap into the flank of the battle. “Arrrggghhh!” Screamed Margret Thistledown. “Their shields are down attack!” Screamed Albert Thistldown. “We have reinforcementz’, we are saved monamee!” Cheered the Samarian leader Nepolian Boneaparte’.” The woman sharpshooter fired while the rich prominent merchant slayed Demon Bladefist apes whom kept climbing the carriage to pummel the shield wielding Albert Thistledown. Albert Thistledown fought with his free hand wielding a

saber hacking the Demon Bladefist. The Decimator calculated the distance for the last Punisher left. Tyrendril Souleater stood next to Albert hacking Demon Apes in half. “The mothership’s star logue calculated the distance to be five kilometers and 32, 48, longitude and ladgitude. Readying proton cannon for mass explosion. “Curses, damn human colonies. Filled with Dark mysterious lifeforms, we are near defeat in an uncharted weaker Solar System. Die Creature!” Screamed the Punisher. “Punisher Dark Hammer, Proton Cannon ready!” Commanded the Decimator’s computerized voice. “Fire!” Commanded the Punisher. The proton cannon charged then fired a blue ray that hit the magical tower shield of Albert Thistledown and the carriage exploded. Wood and Debris flew air bourne sending wood spinning into the sky. Cotton pillows and silk curtains charred under the evernight of Grammel’s Vampiric Sky. Albert Thistledown and Margret Thistledown layed sprawled then awokento fire uneasy bolts at the Demon Reaver Punisher. Margret Thistledown kept firing rapid repitions into the frey of Demon Reavers trying to land a killing blow. Albert Thistledown layed unconscious, with his shield not among his grasp. The battle was underway and Margret Thistledown was vunerable to attacks from the Punisher’s proton cannon. The Punisher Dark Hammer fired a proton cannon round and hit right behind the welsh casino owner of Grammel. She layed sprawled and injuredfrom the explosion and layed on her belly aching and bruised from the proton ray. The Punisher Dark Hammer charged another proton ray and aimed it atMargret Thistledown. The digital cross hairs locked onto Margret Thistledown and readied for fire. The trigger squeezed. “Fzzz. Boom!” Another proton beam hit the Punisher’s shoulder cannon and exploded. “A gryphen riding Dwarf flew overand hackedthe Punisher in half with a proton saber. The Punisher died and howled onto the Sky as his organs circuitry remainded charred from the proton blast. The griphen rider landed and took off his blue Trojan styled helm with the Symbols of Tragga with two hammers

crossing. The oranage beard Dwarf picked up Margret Thistledown own from the ground. “Margret, haven’t seen ye in ages lass. Ye still lookin good n’ combat. Let me find a priest to give ye aid n’ rest.” Said Stephen Mugspewter…

Chapter # 20

Preperations for the mothership

Greygoose walked with Nevel Nimblefoot towards a stone tablet with the engraved eye on the tablet. Melted coin covered the stone tablet with a golden seal to give the stone a gold paint. The words on the bottom read. “The eyes of gold most legendary commander, to my best friend, my mentor and my father. Albaster Shifthand.” Greygoose looked upon the tombstone and his eyes streaked with rain drops upon glass in a monsoon of sorrows. His chest ached from the pain sending his adoptive father’s tombstone, I have learned enough knowledge from you to command legions. You are my tutor of life, you are my teacher Shifthand thought Greygoose. “No more drills on sword play. No more pick pockette lessons no more discussions about love. No advice on girls, on Hannah. Hannah be with child. Alabaster. Alabaster Shifthand. You made me the man I am today. You made me the rogue that stole everyone’s heart. I will miss you. (whimper). “Shifthand!” Cried Greygoose. “Come here.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “You know not the trials I faced with this man Nevel. He was like my father, I, I, love this man!” Cried Jojo Sithamma. The two hugged and embraced eachother in emotional tears. “This man too, raised me into the rogue I am today. My mother was a whore whom abondeded me in the undercity’s sewers. I stole for a living for two decades with Albaster Shifthand. He gave me a home aside from the rubbish of

the sewer’s alleyway. He gave me strength and hope, now I must run the Eyes of Gold’s guild alone. He’s no more, but he will be with me!” Cried Nevel Nimblefoot. “Hannah Hagglecoin be with child. I am a father Alabaster Shifthand, if you only were here!” Cried Jojo Sithamma. “Congratulaion young one, a father and you barely be the age of a man. You are now a fully fledge man, a rogue. Don’t have me lose you Jojo!” Cried Jojo Sithamma. “I will not Nevel, I have no home, but the Eyes of Rogue’s guild.” Cried Jojo Sithamma. The two hugged with a tight embrace and kissed eachother upon the lips. The two whimpered and hugged eachother and embraced. Hannah Hagglecoin came forward and hugged Jojo Sithamma from behind. She turned Jojo Sithamma and kissed him. “You will be fine Jojo Sithamma, his memory will always live in you. He made you strong, quick witted and clever. You made him proud in the next life, his spirit will smile upon you in the heavens.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Congratulations Hannah Hagglecoin. I hope your child grows to be as beautiful as you.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot whom kissed Hannah upon the forehead. “Thank you Nevel Nimblefoot. My condolesecenes on your friend. He will live forever in our hearts. Albaster Shifthand, he was like a father figure to me. My father too ed away.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin in tears. “ the struggles people took to make the path for you. To steal the joy of coin to feed your stomachs. To steal the coins that fill our stomachs forever, Alabaster you will be missed and. Never forget the sacrifices people took for you Jojo Sithamma.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin in tears at the grave site of Alabaster Shifthand. “I will.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “I will as well.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin.

“Come over here lads, ye be crying yeself a storm.” Said Stephen Mugspewter. “Come on, the king of Tragga would like to talk to you lads. Come on then.” Said Ivan Mugspewter. The field was a festival of lights from tourches and tents readying for the assaulted on the mothership above Gorum. Gryphens stood above patrolling the skies, Dragon rides on Draconian dragon wings. The sky was a light show of fireworks from combustion. The combustion was from explosive proton blast and fire from a Dragon’s maw, napalm incinerating Demon Reaver ship and Sky Demon shades turning into ashes. The tent opened and a council of leaders from all the nations stood strategizing on an entrance into the mothership. “Citizens of Gorum, the destruction of Gorum is upon us. We need to take this battle into the skies. Tragga blessed the stone that protect my seedlings n’ give steel to my weapons. The steel ‘o mithril is in peril from the Demons in the sky. Blessed the stone, give my steel the will to cut the serpent’s tounge from the sky. We have scouts from the gyphens and eagles, there is an entrance underneath the ship, from the mouth o’ the Dragon in the sky, the flames are a magic we produce now from Tragga. We have duplicated the Demon’s weapons. We can best these invaders heros o’ Gorum are ye with me!” Said the Onimpotent echo of the king of Tragga. “The king of meatbags, can you tell me where this mouth of the Dragon’s flame is at. Stay out of my way meatbag. I needn’t the alliance with a lesser race.” Said the Hydra leader with the eye patch, and elder of the sibling heads. “Meatbags only antagonize and irritate me!” Said the youngest of the Hydra heads furthest to the left. “I needn’t the quarrels o’ the meatbags, the Draconians are the strongest beings in Gorum, we will slay this creature in space.” Said the second youngest to the oldest with the eyepatch. “Draconian war monger. Imbecile. Ye know not what the skies look like in the belly o’ the beast. Ye scales not be hard as mithril, ye armor not as strong as my armor Hydra. Hold ye tounge in the council.” Said the King of Tragga. The two discussed about strategizing a offense on the mothership. The council was filled of heroesof Gorum from Albert Thistledown to Margret Thistledown,

Tyrendril Souleater the cadets of Robin Zorro. Willow Dubeax, Marcus Fizzletwart and Alucard Van Hellsing. Ivan and Stephen Mugspewter and the Pickaxe and Stonechisle children of Tragga. The Draconian leader The Hydra and the human undead zombie in gold armor. Greygoose stood curious at the sight of that golden armor, by the appearance of his eyes and brown tan colored skin. This man was a Sithamma, his greenish pale hue was due to rotting of the flesh upon his skin. Greygoose approached this man looked into his white discolored eyes. “I have seen your face before undead servent. Those cheeks, those cheeks, those eyes are fimilar. The scent of your flesh human. I know of you. A time long past my short years. Your golden armor those engraved Dragons upon your golden armor. Who are you?” Said the enquizitive rogue commander. “My name is General Vega Nomgmaseth, the leader of armies of Sithamma. Husband of Queen Chila Sithamma and the anointed protector of the Sithamma people.” Said The Undead Draconian puppet. “General Vega Nomgmaseth. You are the empty shell that once housed my father, Vega my father. There is a millon questions I would like to ask, but with the given circumstances. How much of your soul and humanity still exist in your being.” Said Greygoose. “My son…(ssss). My son(ssss). Death has eluded you my child and you be before me. A being of power. You must have survived countless skirmishes in battle. My son you too have become a servent of the dead. My heart is void of emotions but the importance of love and life are still known to me Jojo, your mother was a comionate peaceful ruler before the Draconian enslaved our people. We fight for our survival daily in the Draconian Collosium of Ra’ Shora. What of the adventures that unfold in your life. What of the lovers and friends in your life are they close. Are they dear to you?” Said General Vega Nomgmaseth emotional in his undead body. “The heavens has granted me a companion since I was a child and now she be with child. I am blessed by the heavens by the title of the God Of Rogues. I have countless competitions at a rogue’s academy of Robin Zorro. I lost my former mentor and friend. He was like my father, the world that we live in is like a constant tumble in a pit of spikes or blades. Pain is a constant feeling I feel until I feel no more. I am now a vampire, transformed to control the Dark Deity of our

world in Gorum. Enslaved to the blade Vu’ Shokk. Father, I am a hollow shell from the child I was, but I know that family is the most important thing to me.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Son, you are strong. Can I hold you once more like when you were an infant. You beg to be thrown into the sky, like a crane. You are now a gryphen, fly into the sky and slay our invaders before our destruction.” Said General Nomgmaseth. “Father, be ready to die again in the Dark Abyss in the sky. Good to see you again, wheater it be living or dead.” Said Greygoose. The two embrassed eachother in their heart felt moment. The injured Margret Thistledown approached with banages and wraps across her face and body, Albert Thistledown stood right beside Margret Thistledown. “My Natheniel, ye grown into a man now. Do ye us?” Said Albert Thistledown. “I need more hints. Where do I know you three from?” Said Greygoose. “When ye was a child we took care o’ you in the collosium. Ye came into the Draconian Collosium after the invasion of Sithamma. We rescued and raised you until a pair o’ rogues stole ye from us in Grammel. We been searchin’ for ye a long time. Good to see you my young Nathieniel.” Said Margret Thistledown in tears. “Natheniel was me boy, before the Draconian Collosium took him. He was cut in half by an ogre. I swear you were suppose to be my next Nathienel, but two rogues stole ye from us. Ye be alive boy strong as ever.” Said Albert Thistledown. “Eyes of Crimson, a dark servent like me child. Let me touch your mind with my vampire powers so I can show you our memories.” Said Tyrenril Souleater recovering from the explosion in the battle of the rear of Grammel. The physic hands extend from the rear of Tyrendril Souleater’s mind and touched the back of Greygoose’s mind. The physic hands sent a Dark Electric current into Greygoose’s mind whom knew nothing of his Dark powers. Tyrendril Souleater sent him a vampire physique message in his mind. Flashes of

red and black showed a vivid messages of his childhood surving the raid on Sithamma. The years in the collosium in the cells in Ra’ Shora, the Draconian’s collosium was dire on the young boy. The years in the collosium in the cells in Ra’ Shora. The Draconian’s collosium was dire to the young Sithamma infant crawling in mud and wastein the Draconians prison cells. The visions came to an end and Greygoose came back and looked into the faces of his adopted rescuers. “I seen the memories of who these people are in the vampire Tyrendril’s mind.” Said Greygoose. “I am I what you expect, a vampire possessed by a sword that belong to the lineage of Mun’ Dore. I am pleased to see familiar faces whom came to aid into the Crusade into the sky. The end of Gorum is upon us and I am glad to see allies whom will aid in the salvation of Gorum.” Said Greygoose. “Ye have grown into a strong lad, I when ye be fencing with wooden swords with Tyrendril that ye would be a strong lad. Ye had better form then most children, ye was a child that stick into our hearts n’ search for ye where abouts far n’ wide. Good to see you again.” Said Margret Thistledown. “What now lad?” Said Albert Thistledown. “We need to destroy that ship in the sky. We have the gryphens to reach the ship, let us make haste.” “We have to hurry Greygoose, the council is departing into the skies.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Then we will ride love.” Said Greygoose. “Love. Found yeself someone special aye.” Said Margret Thistledown. “In this life and the next. Let us ride.” Said Greygoose. Ivan Mugspewter and Stephen Mugspewter came and gave instructions to the entourage of Robin Zorro. “We need to band together brothas’. The Dwarves o’ Tragga are ready to ride, take flank behind the Draconian Dragonwing and fly in ariel formation around Draconians.” Said Ivan Mugspewter with the two braids.

“Arm yeself with this enchanted armor made by the prodidgy weapons crafter Uther Polanko Hammerthine. The armor has a magical shield made by electric mana from another Demension.” Said Stephen Mugspewter. “Aye.” Said Greygoose. “Aye.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Are we ready to go, all of us?” Asked Willow Dubeax holding hands with Marcus Fizzletwart art and Allucard Hellsing. “I never known so much pressure to overcome an obstracle, for the crows guild!” Said Marcus Frizzletwart. “You never stop to amaze me human, it was a pleasure to meet your aquintance human. Said Alucard Van Hellsing. “Lookat my eyes vampire, I am no longer human. I am a vampire like you. Enslaved to save the living beings of Gorum. Stand guard, for the Eyes of Gold Rogues!” Said Greygoose. The entourage made their way outside the council’s tent and mounted gryphens. The group ascened towardsthe skies and the sky was filled with a maelstrom of explosions. The clouds and drizzle of snow was hot from proton blasts from Sky Demon Shades and Demon Reavers fighter ships. The Gryphens ariel formation scattered from the blasts and came together from the sky Demon Shades and the fighter ships that came to put a box formation around the gryphens. The gryphens evaded explosions and did ariel loops to ambush the bat like Demon Sky Shades. Greygoose ambushed a persuit of Demon Sky Shades and fired proton blast with a proton rifle. Ammunitions given to Greygoose was to ambushed a persuit of Demon Sky Shades and he fired proton blast with a proton riffle given to Greygoose by Ivan and Stephen Mugspewter. The gryphen riders found the entrance to the lazer decimating beam that incinerated the city of Gorum. The gryphen riders watched the beam constantly open and close firing the proton beam into the ground destroying cities, villages and other towns. The lazer decimating beam was preparing to fire into the city of Grammel. The proton lazer was refered to as the Dragon’s maw. “The Dragon’s maw is about to open, stay close!” Said Commanded Greygoose.

“Fly into formation, guard my flank!” Shouted Hannah Hagglecoin. The opening of the Dragon’s Maw was unfolding over the town of Grammel, the crystal shard that housed the electric generator’s began to descend from the Mothership. The opening of the Crystal Citidal. Began to unfold and gather energy particles. “Now! Come on Hannah!” Screamed Greygoose. The towers like beacon descended downward like a sword coming out the kalidescope trapchute. The tower began to conduct blue proton particles and began to fire. “Hurry, stay close spin around and move upward!” Said Greygoose. “Stay in formation Robin Zorro!” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Move before the ship’s magic destroy us!” Commanded Stephen Mugspewter. The trap shoot opened into a upward mosaic pattern of circuitry and cybernetic hyroglyhics. The large alien compound led upward in a spiral of Domino like generators that caused a maelstrom of lightning to storm. The gryphen riders rode upward shooting bat like Sky Demon Shades from the sky. The heated ventellated shaft like corridor began to overheat form the lighting battery. The proton thrusters fired downward and decimated Grammel, the city was filled with napalm and back draft from the fire riward. The heros traveled up the spiral to destroy the ship. “Fire upon the magical cannon before it destroys Grammel!” Screamed Ivan Mugspewter. “Hurry lads!” Screamed Stephen. The Gryphen riders began to fire a volley of proton rays into the tower like citadel that housed the proton rifles made by Uther Polanko Hammerthine was enough force to damage the tower like lazer rays. A tall Dark figure stood above one of the Domino like pillars staring at the Gryphen riders riding upward. The creature was black oil like motar and his face was with bumps like lizards scales. His lower mandible opened like that of an archichnid or fire ant. His ape like body opened to reveal a tall proton Bastard sword. The Oil Black creatures

leaped into a drive like a pelican pouncing on there prey. The black oil bat like creature desended downward and struck a Gryphen Riding creature shearing the Tragga Dwarf and bird in half. The Tragga Dwarves began to attack in a variel of formations in two, attack formation was in the front and flank of the Black Spider like Demon. The Demon spoke in a Demonic voice that sounded like the grinding of blades on a grinding wheel. “Human souls is the commission in our world humans. Your souls is what we use for coin humans, You must Die. Said Kruger. “Come on Demon, feel the steel from me home land. For Tragga!” Screamed Stephen the bald Tragga Dwarf. “ARRRGGG!” Screamed Ivan Mugspewter. “Gather information in Robin Zorro, fly on the outside and circle around the Demon spark, stay on the outside!” Commanded Greygoose. “Aye!” Shouted Hannah Hagglecoin “Aye!” Shouted Marcus Fizzletwart. The black grand soulreaver began to leap around the domino like pillars like a wild baboon monkey slaying Dwarfs, Gryphons, Draconian Dragon Wings and other Human alliances against the Demon Reavers. The Demon was like a flock of hawks swooping on prey in the valley plateau. There was constant lazer proton rays exploding the pillar like tower that Decimated Grammel. The black wisp of Demon Shade destroyed its enemies in a dance of death, a Macabre of sword slashes from the creature’s proton claymore. The elaborate dressed woman was knocked off her Gryphen landing on the Domino like pillar. Her cybernetic armor created by Uther Polanko Hammerthine began to illuminate and she pulled her enchanted bow from battles in the collosium and fired quivers of mana on the Black Soul Reaver Demon. Albert Thistledown guarded the children of Robin Zorro as they launched poison mana from Willow Dubeax, vampire blood magic from Alucard and proton rays from Marcus Fizzletwart. He stood in the front using his magical shield to protect the frontline from energy from the Demon’s Claymore. The creature landed on the Domino pillar like electromagnetic conductor and movedin uncanny speeds that was unseen to the human eyes. Margret battled the best she could with parries, evasions, flips and rolls over the proton Claymore. Margret battled the best she could with parries,

evasions, flips and rolls over the proton claymore. Margret struck the grand soul reaver across the face then leaped over a spinning arch slash to the legs. The cadets of Robin Zorro fired a volley of poisonous cloud that came from Willow’s rod she won in the Battleball game. The toxic energy was a spell called “Plague of Flies”. The poisonous cloud caused the Grand Soul Reaver Kruger to cough and heave from flies from the disease. Willow Dubeax fired another poison cloud. Grand Soul Reaver Kruger reversed with a block, Hannah saw an opening and flung her Hammersword. The Hammersword sent shockwaves form metor like Hammersword. The Grand Soulreaver deflected the Hammersword with a spinning block that verberated the air like an anvil landing upon the giant claymore. A few Tragga Dwarven Paladins came and fired proton blasts form their riffles, they came with attacks with sabers and talons in combinations from the Gryphens and riders working in unison. “Die, Humans. Death is an occupation that I have no equal to.” Said Grand Soul Reaver Kruger Speaking the human speech. The Grand Soul Reaver did a reversal spinning hack that cleave both bird and rider into two. Another horrifying upward hack that diced other Gryphen riders in two as well. Margret pulled a magical arrow and notched it in the bow’s magical string and shot the arrow behind the head of the Grand Soul Reaver’s hemelt and the arrow exploded. The force knocked Margret Thistledown against the wall. After the smoke cleared the shadowy creature leaped forward and impaled Margret Thistledown against the wall and the blade entered her stomach and she gasped. “ARRRGGG! Noooo!” Gasped Margret Thistledown. “Nooo! Margret my love, I am coming with you!” Roared Margret Thistledown. Albert Thistledown came downward with his Gryphen and leaped upon the Krugerfrom seventeen feet from above the Grand Soul Reaver. Albert Thistledown pushed the button on his gauntlet and he summoned a magical shield, The magical shield was heavy as a boulder upon a mountain with spikes as along as sabers. The magical shield was loud as a bell tome and he hacked and slashedin furry at the dieing presense of his companion. The lover of his life whom was slipping into the underworld’s realm. “Wait, Albert I am coming, have at you Demon! Screamed Tyrendril Souleater.

The vampire baron came with his proton saber, a duplication of the Demon Reaver’s technology. He was dual wielding a proton saber and a vampire’s bone sword that contained Necromancy that plague its enemy. He came with a double cleave, then intervals of high, mid, and spinning hacks. The vampire’s magic was causing him to become ill and coughing phlem while he parried the vampire’s attacks. The human projectiles from the Gryphens and Dwarven were blocked by the digital shield that the Grand Soul Reaver was brandishing. Albert Thistledown reached down to level her head while she was coughing up blood in her lungs from the fatal stab. “Margret. I knew this day would come Margret, ye been with me fifty two years love. Ye seen ye children born n’ die n’ front o our eyes.’ faith took ye life, I know not o’ any lovers in me life anymore. I will ye soon love, I promise.” Said Albert Thistledown. Albert Thistledown summoned his shield with spikes and brandished his proton saber. He attacked and rushed with his shield. Alternating sword and shield in the creature’s flank. The Grand Soul Reaver moved at uncanny speeds blocking front and back attacks. Projectiles rained from above, Hammersword banged against the proton Claymore, poison cloud exploded bile clouds of flies and green goo from a blackwidow’s anthrax. The two collosium friends fought hard, both exhausted from the battle with the Grand Soul Reaver. The Grand Soul Reaver did a reversal stab from his flank stabbing his rear and impaled Albert Thistledown in the chest. “ARRRGGGHH! I am coming Margret!” Screamed Albert Thistledown. “Nooo! Albert I can get some of my mana to save yo–urk!” Screamed Tyrendril Souleater. The Claymore pierced the vampire’s heart and his skin began to peel and incinerate. The vampire’s flash began to burn and burn away like ashe. Nevel Nimbelfoot watched in a bird’s view as the vampire died. “Finally. Rest from an eternity of wars, into the alter plane again. Maybe rebirth may find me in another realm filled with peace. Farewell Gorum, my home, my birth place and my burial. May peace find me in the under plains” Said Tyrenril Souleater. The Hammersword flung like a ballista’s spear that Battering rammed the proton

Claymore sword The Grand Soul Reaver carried. Willow Dubeax fired another green bile cloud, Ivan and Stepen Mugspewter fired another proton cascade of lazer on the Grand Soul Reaver Kruger. The explosion knocked the bodies of Albert and Margret Thistledown tumbling down the cylinder lazer crystal of the mechanical cannon. The domino like pillars spun while. Grand Soul Reaver Kruger’s body tumbled downward towards the bottom of the Mothership. He stood in a dizzy spell while completely encumbered, the Robin Zorro God of Rogues pounced on the flank of the injured Grand Soul Reaver and hacked into the shoulder of the ten foot tall Grand Soul Reaver. The small blades upon Vu’ Shokk began to grind like a saw from a lumber mill intothe cybernetic armor of Kruger. “Put some resolve into your back human Peon. Dark servent to the abyss with you!” Screamed the sword’s Demonic cackle. “To the underworld with you demon. Back to the under plains which you came from!” Screamed Greygoose. The sword levitated then began to devour the Demon Reaver General. The Mothership began to erupt like a volcanic geyzer. The cadets of Robin Zorro rode downward toward the kalidescope like trapchute and the Mothership explodedin a domino effect of explosive flaires. Hannah Hagglecoin came downward towards the exit and yelled to Greygoose. “Jump my love. Jump!” Hollared Hannah Hagglecoin. Hannah Hagglecoin rode the Gryphen steed in variel spins and evasive maneuvers, she did ariel dives, and maneuvered past the Domino like pillars that tumbled and collapsed downward in a jumble towards Gorum. The Gryphen riders flew in formation away from the exploding Mothership. A pearly illuminate ultra violet light covered the skies and the everwinter night in the Sky began to turn white then explode in a loud clash like a thunderstorm. A maelstrom of lighting. The mothership exploded sending a meteor rain towards the surface of he soul of Gorum. The heros escaped and the existence of Gorum will continue in the quadrant of their solar system. The world of Gorum will Live on…

Chapter # 21

The birth of William Pickpockett Sithamma

The ceiling drizzled with snow from the gigantic crater in the sewers of Gorum. The undercity of Rogues remained a ruin of fallen pillars and crumbled bricks of stone and debree. The Dwarves of Tragga called upon Golems whom did reconsruction for the undercity of Rogues. The Eye’s of Gold Rogues stood in front of a fountain that ran though the sewers of Gorum into the sea of Necromedia. “The eyes of gold,” Rogues guild was gathered in the front while Hannah Hagglecoin stood with her blanket covering her pelvis. Hannah was giving birth in front of the two priestess rogues. “Common’ lass ye got to push with all yer might. Put some power n’ ye skinny legs.” Said the old priestess with the squeaky voice. “AAARRRGGGHHH!” Screamed Hannah Hagglecoin sweating like a water pump from a water well. “Alright, I can see a head or something. Looks like a canalope, push, little lassie.” Said The Elder Priestess’s cleric aid. The room was filled with the smell of meade, ale and vodka. The cooking of rotisserie hog filled with glaze from honey sugar mixed with the smell of cake and pastry bakeries. Singing surrounded the rogue’s den. Drunken rogues river dance and sang while Hannah Hagglecoin giving birth. “Oh, he’s a jolly good fellow, that nobody can deny.” “Oh, he’s a jolly good fellow, that nobody can deny.” “Oh, he’s a jolly good fellow, that nobody can deny.” “Come on Jojo. AAARRRGGG! Come hold my hand already you bumbling

pompus bloke!” Screamed Hannah Hagglecoin. “Coming love. Don’t ploy out your overies love. Give me your hand!” Shouted Greygoose. The head began to emerge from the woman’s pelvis and cries began to surround the rogue’s den. “Waahh, Waahh!” “Damn, ye baby got a set o’ lungs on him. Cries like a siren or banshee, the boy is covered in ye woman’s berry juice. Looks tasty aye vampire.” Said the cackling rogue priestess. “Look priestess if you don’t want me to bite your head off, get back to work elder. Joking around in about my boy’s good looks.” Said Greygoose. “Worry not vampire ye boy looks healthy. He’s almost out, damn boy as heavy as a centaur. Ye must be a Clydesdale in ye bottoms.” Said the elder cleric priestess. The baby was half way out and the cries of the baby was bone chilling to the unnerved vampire. The vampire Greygoose lost all his human emotions but was able to sense the severity of the situation. He was able to hear the heartbeat and feel the soul of his son, the smell of his blood was like the smell of the honey glazed pastries. “Its coming Jojo, its coming!” Said Hannah Hagglecoin sweating and mucus leaking from her nostrils. “Intresting. The cycle of life looks like a calf coming out a cow Hannah, what I am I suppose to with this young one.” Said Greygoose. “My baby is not a sheep or cattle to be eaten vampire. Now clutch onto my hand!” Screamed Hannah Hagglecoin. “He’s coming out, look at the little goblin’s head, be as big as an oranage. Ye must feed this little lass some trolls from a marsh. The little womans got the eyes o’ a lion, push lass ye almost done!” Screamed the old priestess.

“Oh he’s a jolly good fellow. That no one can deny.” Sang the crowd of Rogues. The crowd gathered around the baby that was coming out of the woman’s pelvis was blood drenched. Nevel Nimblefoot came close with his mug of ale and grabbed a bucket. “Elder here is a bucket to wash the little Pickpockette. The alchohal might sting his bottom, but it will give him more pep in his step with his scully wags. Ha,ha,ha.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “All that fetus cropping looks tastey. Hmmm, lovely Hannah Hagglecoin. I can smell the enrich nutrition that you eat love. Smells like sweets to a rodent, invigorating love.” Said Greygoose. “Its coming, its coming!” Screamed Hannah Hagglecoin. “Waaah! Waaah!” Screamed the baby. “He’s alive. He’s alive, Congratulations!” Screamed a rogue with an eyepatch. “By Davy Jones Locker. Eyes of Gold’s newest recruit, congratulations kid, now you get to see the light of day. In the sewers of the Undercity. Flametoads and sewer bass will scream in joy.” Said the comical Nevel Nimbelfoot. The elder rogue priestess dipped the infant in alchohal and cried with joy. The sweat dripping Hannah Hagglecoin sat up and looked into the light haired boy with the light complection. “Hand me my boy priestest.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “My first child. I am a mother now, the miracles I see in the Undercity are a blessing to my eyes. The gods of coin make you the most valuable of pouches my son. My own son, Sooo cute.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin hugging and kissing her baby. “My first boy, had I been a human again I would know the emotions of fatherhood. But I can feel the emotions in your heart, I love you Hannah Hagglecoin. A thousand poems of diamonds and gems are what you are Hannah.” Said Greygoose.

“Jojo, I love you.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin whom leaned over and kissed him. “Look at his little chubby hands, he looks like a little gnome. Tiny digger, dig some coin and gems for your mama and papa. You steal the hearts of many young rogues, the son of the thievering god Greygoose. Said Greygoose. “He smells like the scent of a small cat or baby lamb. You will grow to be great tooyoung Pickpockett, the most valuable treasure in my small goblin’s horde Pickpockett. Stealing hearts and boosting caravans of love young Pickpockett.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Young William Pickpockett Sithamma. OF the Eyes of Gold, bring the scroll Nevel, time to enchant the boy from birth.” Said Greygoose. “I will retrieve the scoll right now master Jojo. Giving him the Eyes of Gold spell time enchant the boy from the womb. Special ye will be young William Pickpockett.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. Nevel Nimblefoot retrieved the scroll from one of the rogue mages hidden in a corner in his invisible mantle. He carried the scroll over then began to receive the spell. “God OF Thievery, Arria Saladin’ Khazid Fala’. Golden eyes of Midas bless the eyes the sight to see through all sacks, pouches and treasure trove, bless my rogue brother. My rogues sister and their sons and their sons and daughters the gift of the Eyes of Gold. Gold weaver of Rumple Stitskin weave the golden sheet that protect my children’s heart. Bless thee young William Pickpockett Sithamma. Son of Jojo Sithamma Greygoose, commander of rogues. Bless your soul.” Spoken Incantations from Nevel Nimblefoot the rogue commander, leader of the Eyes of Rogues. Yellow magical orbs began to circulate the rogue commander and the mana began to wisp towards the baby in Hannah Hagglecoin’s sheets. The spell incantations swarmed around and the newborn’s eyes began to change into a yellow hue. The baby began to giggle and his eyes begant to illuminate into a yellowish hue. Nevel Nimblefoot pulled his coin sash and put a golden coin into the baby’s mouth, the baby glee’d with joy. “He,he,he.” Said Baby William Pickpockett Sithamma giggling at the shiny gold coin.

“Baby William Pickpockett don’t put that coin in your mouth. You might choke on it. Jojo you need to not put that coin in a better place.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Aye, Nevel.” Said Greygoose. “Take your time Hannah. Just rest awhile, me and these priest will wash sir William Pickpockett Sithamma and show off his beautiful face to the guild. Rest well you two turtle doves.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. The cleric priest took the boy and Nevel to show him off to the dancing band of rogues, the rogues sang and danced at the yellow eyed William Pickpocktett the baby. Hannah layed upon the bed made of quilts and flat chairs. Their fingers embraced and they looked into each other’s eyes and remenised about all the good times they had with eachother. All the loving moments of ion and anneversaries they spent with eachother. “Hannah, love is a treasure that I stole with you on a mountain of Gryphens upon the winter of Gorum’s coldest night. Love is a coin we share together to buy the strawberry pastries of our love Hannah Hagglecoin. Love is a feeling void from my emotions, But your love with me is eternal. I ask Hannah Hagglecoin will you be with me forever love?” Said Greygoose. “Jojo I received everything I ever wanted with your aid, you are the rogue bandit that stole my son’s heart, William Pickpockett Sithamma. Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Get some rest Hannah Hagglecoin, my love I will see you in the evening. Farewell.” Said Greygoose. Hannah Hagglecoin laid upon her quilts and flats chairs and closed her heavy eyes from the labor of child birth. She slept with ease in exhaustion. The cool breeze blew upon her skin and she feel to sleep in the night…

… The night was silent in the Eyes of Gold’s den. The rogues slept after the festival of Greygoose’s child birth. The guild was silent and the air was cool from the sewer canal streaming North towards the Sea of Necromedia. The

rogue captain carried his baby upon his shoulders and walked downthe flight of stairs. “Young one, life is a constant obstacle son, filled with hardships. Death is around every corner and pain is something that is a pattern that is woven around love. You will love, you will steal sometimes, you may have to defend yourself squire and kill someone. My mentor use to call me Squire, young William, did you know that?” Said Greygoose with his Crimson Red Eyes glowing in the candle lit Rogue’s Den. The light skinned William Pickpockett slept in his father’s biceps like a hammock made of magical linen in his cloak. His skin illuminated in the Flametoad’s light from the lantern. “Young William, my mentor adopted me before I was your age. Before I was a fetus in my mother’s belly. William the squire, had you known my mentor you would laugh at his jokes and riddles. He taught me to be a man William Pickpockett, now I will teach you young squire. Just like someone taught me.” Said Greygoose the God of Rogues. Greygoose came upon his fire place and read the plaque on the wall, coincidence led him towards the plaque on the wall and the letters in gold read. “From father to son, when the time is right. You will find the coins that open the chest that contain my most valuable treasure. Jack the Hack Alabaster held this pair of golded booties for his son. The booties that make him nimble in the night. When you have become a master of thievery, from a thief to a rogue, from a rogue to a Swash Buckling Pirate. You will find treasures that unlock this safe.” Read the marble plaque with golden trimmings. He put the two coins with the number two and zero into the slots of the safe. The coins he found in the Robin Zorro Academy held two key coins for unlocking Jack the Hack Alabaster’s most valuable treasure. A safe mechanisim whistled from mechanical gears spinning from the safe lock. And a pair of glittering gold booties stood on top of a picture of ayoung child’s portrait. The picture was of Maximo Shifthand. He is the son of Alabaster Shifthand whom ed away when he was a child from an illness unknown to the Rogues. Alabaster my father, my mentor, you taught me to be the Rogue I am today. Your memory will always live through my family Alabaster Shifthand. These memories echoed

through the universal stream of fate forever. The hands of Valisha puts her sword into the furnace that is my life. Oblivion is up into the stars in the galaxy. Only the Gnomes and Trinketeers of Half-Pints know the location of the Space World…

Space Knight: Nexus of Evil

“My world is in constant perrel and death from another plane is constant. I have patrolled the streets in the capitol of Gorum for nearly fifteen years. My lover is waiting for me to wed her but, constant dangers kept us from marrying my lover of thirty years. My son is a courageous rogue himself. A treasure hunter at the age of fifteen. Now the age if an adult in Gorum’s standart, back when I was just turning into a man. The world is differed in the skies; all the lights in the skies are an Illusion. A deception for glee and entertainment in the bright lights in the universe. Death and space twilight glitter that touch my vampiric skin is an illusion made by Demon conjurers in the sky.” -Journal of Jojo Sithamma Greygoose-

The Everwinter night drizzled snow upon the city Gorum, the reconstruction in Gorum was built from builders of Tragga. The city had magical spheres that teleport caravans and merchants from Gorum to Tragga, to Aqurius, to Ra’ Shora and to Grammel. The skies was littered with zeppelins and mechanical birds that fly constantly from an engine created by the Demon Reavers from another world. The medieval technology of the current Gorum was updated by the Dwarfs of Tragga and the gnomes of tinkering town of Half-Pints. Inventers and magical crafters built strange circuitry on small pans of light weighted metals, the pans contained intricate wires of copper tin and lead. Some gadgets were crafted and powered by animals, Giant Electric Eels or Electro Bats. The world of Gorum was an enchanted world of different races, religions and creeds, the culture of young Gorum children began to arise. Young Gorum children of all races began to dress up like Heroes and Villains in fantasy folklore. A new fad for children to ire characters made by printing companies, printing stories of adventure and treasure horde exploration. Jojo Sithamma Greygoose the God of Rogues, was making a routine checkup patrolling the streets of Gorum as a royal Gorum Knight. His title was Crusauder Knight of Gorum. Greygoose’s two hundred twenty pound physique was different from his young fifteen year old body when he was a teen. The constant battles and drinking blood from the Demon Shades, Demon Fades and other Shadow Phantoms that are transmitted here from those that invaded Gorum during the Demon Reaver invasion. A tent in the entertainment’s district was filled with eccentric cookie’ old men in fantasy costumes playing a card game. Children stood around green velvet tables playing fantasy card games. The bald Vampire Sithamma stood in plate and blue

circuitry illuminate in the card game between a four way battle, “Tiny Troll the Vanisher” threw a elven tree God Carbunkle. At the three opposing card players of “Gorum’s battle of Mana”. The little kid in a brown tunic threw a dice filled with dots with the numbers one to six. The dice rolled to a three.

(Carbunkle’s stats is an atk. of 3 and a def. 5 with healing spells of 10+) (Carbunkle’s attack is -3 plus a dice roll of -3 which is a total of -6)

(Carbunkle Hits)

Flame Lord /hp 50 – 6 =44/def 10/ atk 20 Ice Banshee /hp 30 – 6 = 24/def 5/ atk 15 Goblin /hp 15-6 = 9/ def 3 /atk 10/

“Blasphemy. Carbunkle is a card. What luck, rubbish.” Said Tiny Troll the Vanquisher with his blue paper Mache face and paper ivory tusk. “My turn, death awaits my rivalries. Goblin lord attack!” Said Goblin lord with the green cotton face with the Trojan styled plume. The Goblin Lord threw the dice and the dice landed upon a five. The Goblin Lord’s card was an attack of 10 + 5 with the Dice Roll, with the total 15.

(Goblin hp 9/ def 3/ atk 20) (Flame Lord hp 46-15=31 /def 10/atk 20) (Carbunkle hp 15-15=0 X / def 3/ atk 10)(Ice Banshee hp 24-15=9 /def 5/ atk 15)

“Ohhh Noooo. Carbunkle slain on the first round, Ill never show my face upon the Gorum battle arena again.” Cried Tiny Troll with the blue cotton and ivory confetti paper. “Peon skills of a novice maturing of age. He became the age of man when he challenges a great player like me in, “Battle of Mana!” The children watched a bard singing songs with his mandolin playing a ballot of battle between high ranking card players. The five foot nine tall Crusauder Knight stood with Red glowing Crimson Vampiric eyes. The Crusauder Knight stood beside his partner. The tall beautiful ebony skinned Samarian Willow Debeax, whom ed the service of the Royal Gorum Knights. “What of the Battle of Mana Tournament? Do you find it to your entertainment?” Said Willow Dubeax. “The entertainment of children delight my cold vampiric heart. I feel their blood circulating. The feeling excites me. Reminds me of my son William Pickpockett when he was a boy. When I was mearly an infant. I faced my first trial through the Gauntlet. He took the Gauntlet at a teenager’s age with bruises and blood laid on his face. Being young when I was your age Willow, there was more difficulties, more obstacles, more trials. Now these days youngstas, all be lazy like swamp trolls dozing off on moss covered logs, humming songs of Troll folk music.” Said Greygoose the Crusauder Knight. “Children is the fruit that grow and plow fields that feed nations. I have desired to bare children for sometime now. As long as I been a vanguard of Gorum. I still wish to bare children before I become barren. As old as I am now, I still had not bare any. I have not found a suitor yet that fits my achievements as a royal guard. Should I orphan some children?” Said Willow Dubeax. “Had I still been human I would bare some children with you. But, I am no longer human, no longer does the urge bearing children come upon me. Only among vampire mistress that my spouse disapprove of.” Said Greygoose the Crusauder Knight. “Noble indeed my paladin of valor. The offering of being my suitor, I am going to inform your wife on your adulterous behavior. You will be sleeping in the pig pen with your blanket, ha,ha,ha. If you ever are interested in laying in the night

with me, let me know in the secrecy of covet.” Said the flirty ebony skinned Samarian Willow Dubeax. “Adulterous wench. Calm your legs scallywag!” Said Greygoose bellowing with laughter. “Your fangs need some sharpening, if you would like to taste my blood you might have to kiss my neck. Does that exite you Greygoose.” Said Willow Dubeax. “If you jest me any longer, I will bite into your bosoms!” Roared Greygoose horse playing with his partner Willow Dubeax. Greygoose back handed Willow in a comical manner which was equivalent to being sucker punched by a grown man. The royal Gorum Knight took it with meager affect. The two swat at each other like flies swarming at the face. “Blasphemous Flame Lord and his second card. Curses Flame Lord!” Hollared the Goblin Lord with the Green Mask. The Goblin Lord and the Carbunkle left the card game and took their seats. The two children that were left stood with big headed mask in a one on one battle between Ice Banshee and Flame Lord. “Flame Lord prepare yourself!” Screamed the Ice Banshee girl in blue paper mache blonde yarn hair. Six rolled a six.

(Ice Banshee hp 9/def 5/ atk 15) (Ice Yeti hp 50/def 10/ atk 25)

(X Flame Lord hp 29-46=0/def 10/ atk 20) (Ifrit hp 60-46=14/def10/ atk 30)

“Noooo! Treacherous minotaur brain muckle. I lost my Flame Lord, but the God of volcanos is not defeated yet.” Said the Flame Lord in his large steel helmet like a templar. “My turn to draw a card and roll.” Said Flame Lord with the Knight’s helmet and oranage plume. The tent was in an uproar, and intensity filled the “Battle of Mana” tent. Children stood in elaborate fantasy costumes getting goose bumps in the arms. “Come on Flame Lord, you got it in the bag young bloke!” Said a child with a Kraken helm. “Banshee, your is so beautiful. Sing me a song of love!” Screamed another battle fan with a Gorilla Ogre mask. “Flame Lord at the helm. Fire gods of brimstone cast the eternal flame upon my deck of cards to anointed me a victory.” Chanting some text from the tome of Brimstad Bira the Flame God of Brimstone. Flame Lord pulled the card Flaming Saber of Might. The card added an attack of 15 to the 30 to Flame Lord’s Ifirit attack power, making the total 45.

(Ifrit hp 29/def 10/atk 45) (Flamming saber of might hp 30/def 5/atk 0)

Flame Lord pulled his dice and checked the dice into the center of the table. The dice came to three. The room was silent, the room was filled with anxiousness at the important dice roll. “Flame Lord, give my Sword Flames of Bira to incinerate the enemies that bar my victory. Stravegechi!” Roared the Young Flame Lord with the oversized templar like helm.

The attack came to fourty five points of damage and decimated the Ice Banshee and left the Ice Yeti with an hp of five. “AAARRRGGGHHH. Flame Lord ye have doused my cool springs with your Magma Flames from the Brimstone upon the sky. Goddess of Death of Vishnu retaliate, with your cold touch of the afterlife.” Said Ice Banshee schreeching. The Ice Banshee with yellow yarn hair pulled a card that revealed a Ice Crystal Card that enhances the defense of the Ice Yeti. The Ice Yeti’s turn. “Primal ice ape of the Gorum mountain tops. Avalanch ye cold stone boulders upon my enemies. Ohhhh EEEE EEEE!” Said the gorilla like Ice Banshee mocking an ape. The dice rolled to six and the Flame Lord was doused by aqual snow boulders of the Ice Banshee. “Stravegechi! You are defeated Flame Lord. Ice Banshee is victorious.” Said the adolescent child with the blue mask. Ice Banshee pulled her card deck and struck a pose for the Battle of Mana press of the Gorum Herald. A Newspaper company in the upper part of Mount Mundore. The Battle of Mana card players, put a champion belt around the Ice Banshee and congratulated her. “Winner. All you young adventurous crusaders, pirates, and swash bucklers, magacians and mages. All you warlocks, summoners, call upon the creatures that aid you in your card battle and hail the Ice Banshee.” Said the card announcer with the pirate’s voice in a overcoat with ruffles and ribbons. The card players inside the bright colored orange and purple tent began to play their mandolins, drums and cymbals at the sight of the end. The music began to diminish at the ending of the card tournament. The two royal guard patrol men walked out the tent towards the castle of Mount Mundore. Metallic mounts flew, electric currents from the Dwarves and Tinkers of Half Pints are in every city in every part of Gorum. The two rode in a air mount towards the city’s mountain keep. The Polanko Hammerthine company built the finest machinery in all of Gorum. The first technology that was used with computers contained motherboards from the first Demon Reaver invasion. The air traffic was like a caravan route with merchants in the air like a carnival. Merchants in the sky

filled the air like balloons or a collage of birds and parrots in a tropical rain forrest. “Did you hear about the seeker Werewolves plagueing our caravan routes. Our caravan brought by the gnomes are being attacked and slain by strange creatures in the outskirts of Grammel and Rin Tin near the Kobolt village city.” Said Greygoose the Crusauder Knight. “Nay, Greygoose I heard not of the skirmishes between Gnomes and Werewolves in the outskirts of Grammel. This must me an important matter is it not?” Said Willow Dubeax. “Important enough, that Lord Silf Mundore wants escorts for the caravans. Patrolmen to escort the caravans are going to cost thousands of gold a month. Gorum need not afford the cost. We must subdue the attacks by the random occurrence so I may fill my pockets with coin.” Said Greygoose. “Anyway old friend, what else do you want to talk about. How long have I been partners with you?” Said Willow Debeax touching the vampires face. “The years we have met have been long since the first cataclysm of Gorum, after defeating the Demon Reavers. I bore my first son with Hannah Hagglecoin, my mentor found himself a wife Nevel Nimblefoot and the undercity is in good hands with Nevel.” Said Greygoose. “So it has been about fifteen years. We slain goblin gods, general hounds of Rin Tin. Shinobi dogs, Dwarven Phalanx robbers and destroyed a cult of Draconain conjuerers. Been friends with you more then twenty years aye. Seen you cry your vampiric eyes when Hannah was planning to leave you. Nothing like seeing a vampire cry and tears burn his face to smuf and ashe.” Said Willow Dubeax laughing at the sight of Greygoose crying and burning his face to ashe. “Why. Why do you ask. Why are you so close to me?” Said Greygoose. “How come you don’t come by anymore in the night. You use to come in the late of night to lay in my bed vampire, you no longer come by for a cup of my blood.” Said Willow Dubeax. The Metallic craft stopped in front of Mount Mundore castle, which was on a mountain top where the most welsh merchants live. The bird’s eye view was a

long bridge leading into the citadel filled with statues and gargoyles. The front barricade was engraved with the Vampiro language of Blood Morum. A song that was made by Succubus Vampires drifting into the dreams of Gorum pedestrians. “I have a wife, I cannot spend all year sleeping around indulging myself in another’s blood. If my wife found out why I have not made love to her in months. She will take a stake to my heart.” Said Greygoose the Crusauder Knight. “Your wooden stake pierces my heart when you cease to come by and drink upon my blood in the night. I cannot fathom anything but your vampire lust.” Said Willow Dubeax whom leaped upon the lap of Greygoose. Her sensual body hopping up and down upon the muscular body of Greygoose. Greygoose calmed her down with another slap. “Calm yourself, we are almost upon the castle. Your Anxiousness is arousing my thirst for blood. Quit your flirting or I will suck your blood dry like a prune Willow.” Said Greygoose. The metallic bird came towards the castle to land in the landing zone near the castle’s front. The double doors opened towards the council chambers in the pale greenish stone, the pale greenish stone had engraved skulls and bats. The inside was surrounded by a chamber of head executioners whom past sentence on the wrong and convicted. The middle of the council chamber had a glowing sword in the middle levitating with tiny blades that shingled and fluttered like gills or little wings flapping in the air. The sword Vu’ Shokk blinked his eyes opened at the sight of his changed protégé. The sword’s steel maw began to flap. “Human ape. How long has it been since you visit me. Human peon, without my help in slaying the Demon Reavers you would be nothing. The Spirits of House Mundore guide your soul curse by Vampiro. The blood lust of Dru’Laza guide you into my audience chamber human.” Said Vu’ Shokk the talking sword. “It has only been a few months, maybe three old buzzard. You always hiding amongst the cellars or in your alternate world. Living a dream in the dream world. Old buzzard, you need to get out more. The metal flaps in your beak become rusty from the dust and cob webs in your cellar. I have been taking care of my family and guarding the streets of Gorum. It has been borring since

nothing threatens the existence of Gorum aye.” Said Greygoose the muscle bound oriental vampire with the thick mane like beard. “Indeed human ape, borring whom creatures are not causing anarchy amongst my presense. The hunger surge through my steel structure to slay fleshy creatures. I have missed adventure!” Said the loud squawking sword Vu’ Shokk. “I came to speak to Lord Silf Mundore. Is he around?” Said Greygoose in his blue armor and circuitry. “The young vampire lord is coming, he was ing judgement on the law breakers. Slay the lazy boggle dog if you wish. His lack of adventure annoy me human ape. My youngest Grandson King Silf Mundore is a humble King that hide from battles and adventure. The vampire is nothing more than a marsupial hiding in his rat’s den. “Elder. Your Grandson is coming Vu’ Shokk, quiet down you giant cauldron of rotten crab. Your rusty steel is stinking my nostriels. I must head home to my wife old buzzard. I will leave you with your Grandson so that you may hug and lacerate each other.” Said Greygoose the muscular vampire Sithamma with the straw like beard. A pale silvery haired vampire in black plate steel with a V-cut in the neck of the armor, came down a flight of stairs behind the podium like judge’s seat. The jury box like council was filled with head executioners in a black robe like mantle with metal plate. The overlord Silf Mundore turned around to face his Gorum champion. “Greygoose The Crusader Knight. Give me a report on your rounds.” Said Silf Mundore. “I completed a perimeter of Gorum in the squalors, the market district and the oracle’s pavillon and the theaters district. I came upon a card tournament full of Gorum children dueling in a game of “Battle of Mana.” Said Greygoose. “Is that all Crusader Knight?” Said Silf Mundore. “Yes. What of the Seeker Werewolves, are they still pillaging the carvans in Grammel and Rin Tin. What caused these creatures to betray the Mundore Liniage?” Said Greygoose.

“Stupid trinkets that the gnomes and Dwarves carry attract Werewolves to want to pillage the caravan gods for power. They stole all the goods leaving no evidence of the goods or of the bodies of the merchant traders.” Said Silf Mundore. “Is there any evidence that the Seeker Werewolves are eating the flesh of the gnomes and Dwarves. The taste is bitter to the Werewolves tounge.” Said Willow Dubeax. “I will assignthe investigation of the Seeker Werewolves to Greygoose and the Crusader Knights Marcus Fizzletwart and Alucard Hellsing. Crusader Knight Willow Dubeax and the chancellor ir Bloodmore will investigate the squalors of Gorum. A vampire is secretly changing humans into vampires without a permit. Vampires with no masters begin to attack anything that is human or Kobolt for blood. We need to eradicate the illegal procedures or face more lost of coin in our city’s business. That is all.” Said Overlord Silf Mundore. The Overlord judge hit his judge’s hammer and pin signaling the end of discussion. Greygoose followed his partner Willow Dubeax towards the castle’s exit and they took their leave at the entrance of Mount Mundore’s gates. “Farewell Willow Dubeax. I shall be taking my leave towards my wife’s home and manor. Rest well.” Said Greygoose. A steel car pulled into the manor resident belonging to the Sithamma abode. The tall steel barricade housed the most heroic family in all of Gorum. A fountain in granite stone was chisled to the image of a man in armor pointing a saber towards the sky. The words were etched like celtic writing. The holmes of Gorum in the prominent district contained gothic gargoyles and stain glass like a cathedral. Greygoose took off his steel Crusader’s armor and charged the circuitry to a tank of Necromedia eels the power the circuitry. The thirty year old rogue Knight turned to look at his companion. She had finished a cauldron of Drow Dark Elf Blood with a mix of Elven Blood. “Alas the night cannot marr the beautiful of your sapphire eyes, Hannah Haggle coin did you prepare my blood tonic from the Drow Dark Elf merchants. How was your Ever winter night love? How is William Pickpocket love?” Said Greygoose. “Jojo. Your son William Pickpocket is with Amanda Fizzletwart, Nevel

Nimblefoot of The Eyes of Gold, is out and about doing their rounds picking and looting the sewers and markets of Gorum.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “You ever thought about turning into a vampire love. We can spawn more children if you were a vampire. What do you feel about that Hannah.” Said Greygoose unlatching his armor and circuity from the Polanko Hammerthine company. “Jojo Sithamma. My love for you is forever my vampire lover. The curse that plague your soul is a sickness that will devour you eventually. My Sithamma Prince, I will endure anything for you Greygoose. Anything to kiss your lips forever. Said Hannah Hagglecoin whom swiveled over his lap and kissed upon his lips. She came over and kissed Jojo Sithamma. Hannah went into the kitchen and picked up a cup of Drow’s Dark Elf Blood. She came over and kissed him again. “Vampire transformation are starting to become outlawed by the council in Gorum. Vampires are being turned without their masters and ravaging the Gorum citizens. Becoming vampire is starting to be a pester to the Vampire Kingdom. What about it love?” Said Greygoose. “I love you no matter what we are, I have been with you through countless obsticles of death countless raids on Dragon’s nest, spider hives and mermaid coral reefs that end with countless bodies. But my love is eternal Jojo. It is forever.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “We shall put your never ending love to the test Hannah. See how you feel after a millennium of my face.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. The two kissed again and embarrassed under the cover of fire from the fireplace. The Crusauder Knight sipped on his cup of Dark Elf blood and began to kiss the fare skinned Hannah Hagglecoin. They began to be aroused by the ionate kissing and Greygoose picked her up upon his pelvis. They began to kiss feverishly speaking words of honey comb to the ears of the busy bees. The pair began to bite like savage jackals waking up the house maids from all the ruckus. The twirling stairway led upward with elaborate painting crafted by the most prestige painters from elven crafters and artisans. The loving pair made their way to their furnished bedroom. The bedroom was covered in gold sheets that illuminated with golden sheen that glimmers like a Dragon’s treasure horde. A

picture of Hannah Hagglecoin and Jojo Sithamma holding the infant William Pickpocket Sithamma in a yellow quilt. “My love is a fire that burns like a furnace filled with your love Greygoose. I, ah can’t get enough of your love.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Hannah. Your body is the life source that radiates the blood that I hunger for. Take your flame women and warm my cold undead heart.” Said Greygoose the shirtless muscular body sculpted like a marble statue. The two made love with constants moans and groans. Their room was loud and filled with racking making the servents underneath the stairway. The blanket creased, the bed rattled and the entire room was a stampede of wild wilder beast. After the two made love they stood staring into the ceiling thinking about their future. “Hannah Haggelcoin, you are the lover of my life. But your love is numb by the lust to drink blood from human hearts. The fondest feelings of love is nothing more Hannah Hagglecoin. I only know that your love is important from our treasured son.” Said Greygoose. “Making love to you Greygoose has changed when you were human, before. I could sense the love radiating form your skin. Now your body is cold like a cold blooded serpent. But your love is hot like a volcano.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “What of William Pickpocket love. Has he been getting into any trouble in his life with the Eyes of Gold?” Said Greygoose. “Trouble. Business as usually. The boy found a lover in his young teenage life. The Fizzletwart girl. The two had been raiding a guild that has been transporting ancient artifacts from one of the ruins in Ragnarok. The most Welsh Draconian nest in all of Ra’ Shora. Said Hannah Hagglecoin panting from the love making. Tell my son that I will be on a assignment to investigate the Kobolt city of Rin Tin. To visit the Rin Tin Shogunate.” Said Greygoose. “The Kingdom of the Kobolt samurai. Why would you be investigating the Kobolt village. The land of Rin-Tin is foreign and mysterious. What about the findings in Rin-Tin. What be stirring in the willows of the hounds of Rin-Tin. What be stirring in the Willows of the Hounds of Rin-Tin.” Said Hannah

Hagglecoin. “There has been rumors that a throupe of Seeker Werewolves is ravaging a caravan of Dwarven and Gnomish goods. Battery cells. The gnomes were carrying power cities to increase the lightning of the city. We know not of the maurder’s where abouts. We need these creatures slainand we need those powers cells retrieved.” Said Greygoose. “The night is late love, do what ever you need to do love and make it back to mein one piece.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin kissing Greygoose. “Goodnight then love.” Said Greygoose.

Chapter # 2

The possessed puppetmaker

The rhythmic sound of wood shearing from a wooden object. The shearing was like a chalk board being etched on by chalk. The wooden toy had the face of a young human boy in a kimono smiling with slits for eyes. The sounds of dog panting and sniffing from the muzzle of the brown fawn shepard dog. The Sheperd dog was a lonely dog. He was elderly and grumpy from lack of social interaction. The old Torrii stood in front of the Shinto Shrine toward off OniDemon that enter the realm of Gorum through Rin-Tin. The paper sliding door had mosaic ripples in the screen door, the everwinter night Gorum drizzled form sacrificial vampire creed that kept the sky tainted from the sun. The dog stood carving the Ibuki puppets around the entire Shinto Shrine, which was surrounded by puppets that over looked the Kobolt Shinto monk. The room was dim lit by candles in the Shinto Shrine. A small Shitzu pup the age of fifteen tumbled into the Shinto Shrine. The age of fifteen was seven years older then that of an average human. The pup came and investigate the disappearance of his mother and father. The Shitzu puppy teen was the size of a small gnome. “Shinto monk Genjiro-san. Have you seen my mother and father Genjiro-sama. You are the city’s eldest Shinto monk and you know every location of the Kobolts in the city. Do you know where my parents are Genjiro-san?” Said the young teenager Shitzu teenage villager. “Shinto monk Genjiro-san?” Said the Young Shitzu Terrier Villager. “Wakati-Masho Jubei-san. I know not where your parents is, I don’t know the smell of your parent’s paws young puppy hound. The scent of their paws is lost in the winds. Have you inspected the city’s market or the gambling parlors Kohei?” Said Genjiro the Shinto Monk Shepherd Hound. “No, my mama and papa have been missing. The two disappeared in the night when I was sleeping Genjiro-Sama. Can you give me assistance with your

eternal wisdom.” Said the Shitzu Terrier Jubei. “Jubei Yaggyu-san. Go and find refuge in the dojo of the Musashi’s. The orphans go there for shelter and food. Miyomoto Musashi-sama will find a job for you. If you need me again Kohei, come and visit me anytime.” Said The stern raspy voice of the German shepherd Shinto monk. The night was quiet, the quirky Shinto monk stopped his carving of puppets and a wisped of chanting came to his ear from the echos of the night. “Something in the black of the abyss is calling upon me. What plane do you call me from Umi-Zaki-San. Leave me be!” Shouted the Kobolt puppeteer. The night was in a chill like murderous lurking in the blind spots of the Shinto Shrine. “Shadows of the night befall upon the living. Uber Mos Moden ya, Mvjorn calljn, death is a cycle that hungers for the living. Prepare yourself.” Said the eerie voice of the banshee wraith like voice. “Bakanna! Defend yourself shadow demon!” Said the Shinto Monk Genjiro. The black thorn like tentacles prickle from the shadow of the Shinto shrine, the wooden puppets began to chatter. The room was hell breaking through the Nexus of the living in the Shinto Shrine through the Torrii gateway. The whistling of reeds and the creasing of the floor sent the floor to crackle. The black tentacles wisped like a whiplash from a leather whip. The German Sheperd Shinto hound flipped into the air and through some kunai’s and shurikens into the black emptiness of the Shinto Shrine. The illusions were a curtain of the hounds imagination. The chattering began to cease and the noise become quiet. The Shinto Sheperd monk ventured into the city escaping the delusional mirage of the night’s whisper. “I need to find refuge from the evil that plague my mind. Amatsu Buddah.” Chanted the Shinto Monk… …The Shinsengumi dog constables were the law of Rin-Tin, they laughed from the Gesha dogs that sang there and played the mandolin. They danced and spun waving their fans in an elaborate dance that looked like swans. “Kimoki-san, enjoying your evening at the Cherry Blossom’s hot springs. The

dancers here are the best Kimoki-san. The promotion you got for five ryo has made you rich. You will be Diamyo in a few years and be a vassel.” Said The Captain’s Sub Captain Shiba Inu. “Aikira-san, I wrote poems in Haiku’s to the lord’s daughter Mitsuko-san. Her name was enough for me to court her. though I was interested in marrying her. She is too small for my taste. Said Kimoki the Great Dane. “So Kimoki-san, you gonna marry that French Poodle. She is too puffy for your liking, your face is too big for her Kimoki-san.” Said Aikira-san the Shiba Inu. “If I have to seduce the young pup. I will Kimoki-san, whatever I need to get a promotion to succeed. If I were to be a retainer for the Diamyo Ichigo Masamune-sama, I might do what to do.” Said Kimoki-san. The Gesha hounds did a variel move with a roll underneath a leaping dive into a roll. The sounds of mandolins combined with tamberines and drums, gave the Cherry Blossom’s inn a organic feel of waterfalls and a bamboo forrest. The dog Ballerinas did a ending that struck a pose. The Shinsengumi patrolmen were drinking their saki and finished their Shumi-sushi and left. “Kimoki-san, French poodles leave furballs in my mouth. When I take some to bed, then fur get all over my Kimono. Its like making love to sheep Kimoki-san. Ha,ha,ha.” Said Aikira-San the Shiba Inu. “Can you imagine me sleeping with a sheep. A Kobolt Great Dane sleeping with a sheep. My rump will be covered in white fur like a yehetti’s. It would be like a garaff sleeping with a small pig. Ha,ha,ha. Said Kimoki-san. The band of turquoise blue wearing samurai patrolmen made their way down Himiko street. The Shinsengumi hounds bellowed with laughter at the festival like parade of lanterns that came up the street. The drunken group stumbled into an alley in Himiko street. “Kimoki-san, your last women was a St.-Benard, the head on her body was bigger then an elephant’s butt. Kimoki-san you drunken canine, how dare you show up with that canine at my puppy’s party. Kimoki-san. Ha,ha,ha. Said Akira-san the high filuting Shiba Inu Shinsengumi guard. “Akira-san, that girl Bullmastiff you brought to the Diamyo’s spiritual

chanting. The Zen Buddahist were so appalled. That is too much dog meat for your boney rump, ha,ha,ha.” Said Kimoki-san. “Kimoki-san, all the good times we have been through, all the battles we have encountered. I have been your friend for nearly thirty seven years in Kobolt’s time.” Said Airka-San. “What are you trying to say?” Said Kimoki-san. “If there is a position for sub-captain let me have it Kimoki-san.” Said Arikasan. “Of course Aikira-san.” Said Kimoki-san. The two drank saki out their wine jug, their genji armor illuminated in the night from their electronic armor that was crafted by Dwarves and Gnomes born in Rin-Tin. The Brigade of Shinsengumi dog samurai entered into the Dark Alleyway of Haimanchi street. “Huh what is this?” Said the patrol in the back. “What is it Ukiyo. What did you find?” Said the patrol in the flank of Kimoki and Akira. “There is blood and scent of fresh carcass around our surroundings. KimokiSama!” Said Ukiyo the Shinsengumi blood hound with the wrinkly face. The drunken samurai counstables stumbled around from the influence of the saki wine. A quick flicker so fast and miniscule unseen to the human eye alerted the hound guards. Years of intense Bujitsu training from Lando, Aikido and Bushido arts trained these Samurai guard with quick reflexes. Even under the heavy influence of saki wine the Shinsengumi hounds were aware and alert. A large demon rose out the shadows and began slashing, hacking, clawing the Shinsengumi patrol men. The four patrolmen in the flank got into fighting postion, the sword formation was two swordsmen with their swords horizontal and two swordsmen holding their swords vertical. A wind milling series of parries and whirlwind attacks caused flashes from the proton kitannas made by the Polanko craftsmen. The Cockerspaniel in the front next to Ukiyo was caught off guard and tumbled through the skies into a Rin-Tin hut destroying tiles and debree. The Cocker Spaniel Shinsengumi hound in the turquoise silk robe and

electronic armor layed sprawled upon the Shinigami floor. The pedestrians inside the home escaped with terror screaming howling in the ever winter moonlight. The puppy and clan of chow chows escaped from the black gleaming shadow creature. The mysterious freighting Shadow creature held the Cocker Spaniel upon the Shinigami floor. “Obogu-san!” Screamed Ukiyo the Bloodhound. “I am coming. Take his rear Shinsengumi, Saito!” Screamed Komoki-sama. The heroic counstables came forward and attacked the Shadow creature while he was turned. A arching claw swipe shreaded the electric armor of the Shinsengumi attackers. The frontline was assaulted and was sent tumbling and spiraling through the air. Kimoki-sama and Arika-sama came forward in whirling slashes and spinning hacks like a pair of lumber jacks backing at a giant oak tree. The electronic Kitannas flashed as the two blades clashed into the black flash of the Shadow fade. The two Shinsengumi captains came in formation one after the other, rotating with hooks and slashes towards the defending shadows fade. The sound of the Shadow Fade hissing with each strike was like a cobra or tarantula, the sound was horrific like goblins screaming for murder on a raid quenched in blood and gore. The taller Kimoki-sama came with a downward hack in the air then Akira-Sama did a roll underneath the swinging black spider to hit the creature’s flank. The creature turned and back slashed with a charr shearing the robe and armor of the Shinsengumi guard. The two rolled upon the Shimigami floor spewing splinters into the air. The blood hound Ukiyo saw an opening and came forward with a leaping downward thrust. The black shadow fade hissed into the night. The Blood Hound Ukiyo was dangleing from the bucking Bronco Shadow Fade. “Bakanna. To the neatherworld with you Shadow Demon!” Roared the heroic Blood Hound Ukiyo. “Hssss. Die creature!” Hissed the Shadow Fade. The Shadow Fade stood still to stop the hound Shinsengumi from rocking and swaying from side to side. The Shadow creature plunged its saber like claws into the chest cavity and torso of the heroic Blood Hound. “ARRRGGGHHH. For the Shogunate!” Said The dieing shinsengumi Blood Hound.

He pulled his blade and plunge the blade into the forehead of the Shadow Fade. The Shadow Fade’s motar started to open and reveal some brown fur. Circular orbs surround the creature’s chest the Shadow Fade healed the lacerations in its face and the black motar covered up the creature’s head again. “Damn. The creature slain Ukiyo-san!” Said Komoki-Sama the Great Dane. The captain pulled a trans demensional bomb similar to a planes shifter’s bomb. “Find cover!” Commanded captain Komoki-sama. He pulled his bamboo shoot with the electronic proton bomb, the house had seconds before the area was vaporized by an ion storm. A bright light flaired and covered the Rin-Tin hot. (Boom!!) The two captains leaped outside the hut into a samurai roll for evasion. The hut exploded in a flair of white light. Wood, tiles and tatch flown ariel through the sky. The hut was leveled to dust and debris. The Shinsengumi constables began to investigate the disappearance of the Shadow Fade. Akira-Sama and KimokiSama pulled. Utensil made by the Polanko company for tracking down law breakers. The microscopic infrared magnifying glass was used to investigate the foot prints and tracks the can they can read the signature scent and residue of a hundred thousand creatures in Gorum. “Kimoki-san take a look at this black residence upon the floor. The Polanko data bank found the Umi-zaki to be a Shadow Fade Purgatory 66. You those Demon Reavers from another plane that attacked us. Nearly destroyed Gorum if it wasn’t for the Crusader Knight Greygoose. He saved Gorum with the Eye’s of Gold’s guild. You that Kimokisan?” Said Aikira the Sub-Captain of the Shinsengumi hounds. “I am not impressed by human apes or undead leeches that pulled that hoax in the first place. Dille-Dab with strange arcane magi that humans should not possess, that humans should not possess, that is why those Demon Reavers invaded our lands. Stupid vampire mages probeing the bottom’s of the demons to see if they can control them with vampire primate magic. Magic used to warm the monkey’s up. I am not impressed by your Crusader Knight Akira-san.” Said

the Sub-Captain Akira the Shiba Inu. “Look at the residue this Shadow Fade left upon the stone, the black tar residue leaped into the Shadows of the home next door. The Shadow Fade escaped towards the mountains to the North West. Towards that orphanage ran by Miyamoto Mushashi in Fuji-Hills North, In this direction. Look.” Said the captain Komoki the Great Dane. “Let us hurry to investigate the location of the Shadow Fade. We must exterminate the Shadow Fade before he strike again. Let us make speed.” Said the sub-captain Akira-San…

… The Fuji-Hills were hot springs that use to cleanse the evil spirits from zen Buddhist monks whom wondered their homes like stray dogs to find a job. The hot springs were made from an ancient war by Omi- Demons and the protectors of Amatsu Buddah. The legendary earth element Mu Shu and Mugen struck the mountain whom guarded the water fountain that drenched the city of Rin-Tin to feed the puppy water bowls of Rin-Tin. The everwinter drizzle was like white moths that gather around the flames in a lantern full of flame toads. The Rocky roads that lead up the hill was filled with black pebbles and black sand like ash from a volcanic splash spewing lava and Brimstone. The moon was out so the hour was late in the everwinter night in Gorum. Bonzai trees scatter among the Shimigami floor. The orphanage was humble from the children whom learn carpentry to fix and repair the Rin-Tin manor. The halographic Genji-Wara Saiga repair program fixed anything in the air that contained contamination from gasses or methane deposits. The mountain was filled with ore for miners to dig, but the methane gas in so heavy it caused people to die constantly. The puggy dogs of the Mushashi orphanage put on robotic suits made by Hammerthine Polanko company to dig minerals and ore. The wind blew dust and debris into the air and the trees shed pine cones and pine needles towards the snowy quilt of Fuji-Hills. The small Kobolts made their way up the pathway in his black Kimono with the white head band and black Wakishabi and tabi on wooden clogs. His stomach hunger from the long stride up the Fuji-Hills. He came into the cozy abode and the inside of the orphanage was filled with commotion. Continued Kobolts were doing a Ibuki theater about the war Edo Dogma between the Shogunate Rin-Tin Tin Tokugawa and the British Bulldog Tyronoki Honda. They battled with Nagata spears then danced in a comedic fashion.

Colorful lights from the halographic Polanko Hammerthine company made the scene look like fireworks in Rin-Tin during the fastivals of the new years. “Chicken dumplings and caramel apples. The fire festival is for you. Honey piglets, salty pickles, the fire festival is for you.” Sang the Ibuki Dancers. The candle dim lit room was sight that inside the small Kobolt’s heart dance with joy. A small pug Kobolt came and handed a carmel apple to the hungry Jubei. “Whats your name pally?” Said the short grunting scruffy voice of the pig orphan. “My name is Jubei, Jubei Yaggu. My parents have been missing for some time. Haven’t ate nothin’ since the mournin’. Puggy-Kun, I am glad you gave me something.” Said Jubei the Shitzu Terrier. His eyes began to water from the delicious morsul of food. The pug didn’t understand why he was crying, but knew this was due to lack of food in his belly. “My name is Ozuma bub, why you starvin’ for. Where’s your mama-chan, we party like this all the time bub. This is a orphanage is ran by Miyomoto MusashiSama. You trying to get in or what pally?” Said Ozuma the pug with the eccentric bully grunt voice. “My parents disappeared puggy-kun, the food in my storage box eaten by some strange creature. Ozuma-kun I haven’t ate anything since the mourning thank you. Arigato- Ozuma-san. Arigato Said Jubei Yagyu-san. “So you tryin’ to stay or what pally?” Said the pug orphan Ozuma-san. “Yeah, what do I got to do?” Said the Jubei Yaggyu the Shitzu. “You got up early at dawn then clean the dojo, mop the floor, then cook at breakfast for all the fifty orphan stray pups bub. Then you got to get up and clean the counters. Stay away from the mines bub, if you hadn’t been trained to mine ore from mines stay away bub or the gas a kill you pally.” Said Ozuma the pug. “What do you do at the mines puggy-kun?” Said Jubei Yaggyu.

“We mine Mithril to sell to the Dwarves and gnomes at the Polanko company. They come here every month to buy mithril from the Fuji-Hills.” Said Ozuma the pug. “How long you been living here Puggy kun. What to ya do at the mines puggy Kun?” Said Jubei. “I gathered the air machine n’ put the thingy’ together buddy. The thing was like some kinda o’ rubric’s cube or something pally. It’s a fish tank, a balloon and hose. That’s being clever bub. I started monkeying around with the Planko’s air conductioner and it made an oxygen tanker to supply the miner’s diving suit. Who says I ain’t got the brains to be a mechanic.” Said Ozuma the pug. “That’s pretty funny puggy-kun. Ha,ha,ha,ha!” Said Jubei Yaggyu. The children at the orphanage began to dance in a blue kimino robe, the little uniformed navy blue robe were pretending to be farmers engineers at creating bridges. A mock of the Karumiguchi bridge makers that saved Rin-Tin from ogre invasions. They had blue Kimonos and blue Wakisabi’s and white Tabi’s. The sounds of Sithars and tamberines played a melody that sounded like a wedding for Kobolts. Like Kobolt diamyos. “Puggy-kun, everything is so amazing. The bright lights, I never seen so much machinery where I live in Edo street. Where we live in the squalors, the technology that is in the squalors is primitive compared to years in the orphanage.” Said Jubei Yaggyu. “We here at the orphanage bub work life n’ limb for our coin. The mines is lucrative, but dangerous in mining Mithril the Methane deposits or ghouls might kill ya pally, so we here at the orphanage are trained. Trained to with stand anything bub.” Said the pug miner Ozuma. The orphanage was in a jovial façade, a gust of wind came from the outside of the Fuji-Hills and blew the candle lights from inside the dojo like orphanage. The elder Buchan from years of uncanny training gave the Buchan Kobolt former Diamyo retainer keen senses. “Something is almost the shadows of the night.” Said Miyomoto Musashi. The night is filled with tension like a troll in a swamp marsh. The instructor’s

experience gave clairvoyance to predict the anomalies in situations in the blind spots of the night. Something was eerie in the nightfall of the Fuji-Hills. The radar sensors picked up a high alert and scanned the area for an intruder. “Arm yourself children. Stand together!” Stand together!” Said the captain of the orphanage Miyomoto Musashi. “Yes father!” Said the orphan pups The children of the orphanage pulled their proton crossbow made by Polanko Hammerthine’s company. The children brandished proton dirks and daggers. The shadows wisped around the dojo orphanage stalking the children as they stood in guard. Tension filled the room with anxiousness, anxiety, terror. The silent blowing of the wind upon the hut began to whistle like a reed flute. Little footsteps can be footsteps can be heard upon the roof of the hut, prickles began to rise underneath the fur. “Here it comes. Stand firm hounds!” Shouted the commander Miyamoto Musashi. “Something is creeping upon us, I think its coming through the door.” Said Jubei Yaggyu. “Stand together bub, here it comes!” Said Ozuma the pug miner. The front door was catapulted like a battering ram, the wooden paper door shattered into splinters sending shards into the children’s facility. A black oily creatures that glistened in the moonlight came through the front crashing into the frey of the defending children. The kobolts gathered in formation shooting metallic conductor bolts that sent proton through the conductor rods. The orphan’s dojo was a symphony of lights, an ansomble of proton destruction decimating the Shimigami floor. The black oily creature swatted and smash two Kobolt children upon the floor crushing bones and erupting organs. “Nooo!” “My puppies. Open the ranks, create a circle around the Shadowy creature he will be cumbersome to strike us together. Saito!” Said Miyomoto Mushashi the Bushawn.

“Hiyaaaa!” Said the Kobolt puppies in unison. The puppies sent a constant volley of energy arrows in the enemy’s ranks. The orphan instructor and grandmaster at the dojo Miyomoto Musashi came whirling like a whirlwind with blades opened like windmills. Flashes occurred as a proton kitannas met the evil poltergeist like flesh of the Shadow Fade. Dual Proton Kitannas danced in a Macabre of flaires, the clash of Proton conductors against the creature’s alternating rear caused the mini explosions. A double stab then a reversal hack stab combination occurred and the Black Shadow Fade evaded. Then it did a two hit overhand smash into a uppercut that clawed the floor like a farmer’s rake sending splinters and wooden shards into the air. The Buchan instructor was sent through the dojo’s tiles and ceramic’s. The constant volley of proton bolts fired into the black tar smudge immune to any damage the proton conductors were doing. The creature’s sludge like body was splashing like a puddle being hailed upon from the arrows upon the creature’s body. The instructors rose from his sprawled positon with his dual Kitannas. He charged the Shadow Fade and did a double slash and hack combination lacerating the Shadow Fade’s face. The Shadow Fade’s face. The Shadow Fade came with a looping hook and the Buchan instructor summersaulted over the sharp sickle like swing. The Buchan samurai pounced around the Shadow Fade’s back like a spider monkey preparing to steal coin or fruits from a tree. The constant impailing of a proton sword to dark phantom flesh weakend the Shadowfade. “SSSSRRRRHHH!” Screamed the hissing ShadowFade. The spider tarantula black widow like tentacles sharpened forward and tangled the Buchan samurai. The samurai hacked all the snares into Ribblets, the samurai leaped and somersaulted over sharp black widow like tentacles from all angles. The samurai evaded twenty javelin like volley’s of tentacles then mounted the Shadow Fade’s back and did a multiude of fast jabs upon the Shadow Fade’s flank. “Creature. From which ever part o’ the under realm you came from Shadow Demon!” Roared the Buchan grandmaster. “Kobolt, find cover. This device will slay the Shadow Creature. Find cover!” Shouted a armored kobolt in Samurai armor Shinsengumi blues in the rear. “Bamboo plain’s shifter. Find cover!” Shouted the Shiba Inu Kobolt.

The Buchan Kobolt leaped off the dojo roof and ran for the dojo’s entrance. He screamed to the orphans of the dojo to exit. “Coming, coming.” Said Jubei Yaggyu. “Coming bub.” Said Ozuma the pug. The children gathered outside the dojo and wondered what happened to the horrifying aberrations the silence was brief but it was bliss. (“Boom!”) A bluish hue of proton and electrons clashing sent a white flair that blinded the eyes of the children. The tiles and ceramics of the sealing explode sending wood and shattered tiles spinning through the air. Wood, debris and other foundations in the roof collapsed from the bamboo pipe bomb. The black sludge like Shadow Fade splattered like splattering tomato’s on the floor. Black sludge begin to bubble began to bubble and explode upon the Fuji-Hills. The two Shinsengumi guards asked questions about the Shadow Fade. They were touched by the scene of the crafty children working to bury other kin. “Do you know how this Shadow Demon arrived here?” Said Kimoki-sama the Great Dame Kobolt constables. “No countsable.” Said Miyomoto Mushashi. “How long did you fight the Shadow Demon, which direction did he come from?” Said Aikira San the Shiba Inu. “I fought the creature two hours ago. From the wind blowing from the North and the blizzard snow. The creature came from the west, the Holmes was covered with snow so the forrest in the south would have covered the cold.” Said Miyamoto Mushashi. “I have other questions about the creature the attracted. I will see you later.” Said Kimoki-sama…

Chapter # 3

Illegal Vampire Racketeering

The under city is a strange city filled with Polanko Hammerthine’s inventions the sewers is filled with cleaning filters that are ran by mesh and electronic purifiers that clean the water’s contaminations. The lights are blaring with the sound of humble folk music in the city’s area. The rogues continue to steal in a rhythm that moved the entire under city electronic holograms projected the guild leaders selling rare crafts and sellings rare crafts and treasure’s expedited from excavation sites. Circuitry built a pattern of a glowing web that spun its string to from excavation sites. Circuitry built a pattern of a glowing of a web that spun its string to illuminate dark damps sewers of the undercity. “William my boy. As bright as you be, you can’t even track down some vampires in the undercity. Eyes of gold run in ye vains lad. You suppose to be better. The golden stop watch is a treasure that can stop time and space, handy for dragon hordes and dens full of mummies and undead. Your girlfriend should be less irritated by you showing up to her house late. Showing up late at Knitting and dancing festivals cause women less irritation by you showing up to her house late. Knitting and dancing festivals cause women to change into ogres.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot making jovial hand gestures looking queer. Nevel Nimblefoot’s hair was a touch of white on black brown hair like salt and pepper. “Old man I need not the advice from an old whore mongered. You pillage the spoils of women under garments at the age of fifty. Only to feed your egoistical attitude. You old jackal, cunning like a fox.” Said the sandy blonde William Pickpockett Sithamma with the oval greenish eyes. William Pickpockett Sithamma stood with an invisible translucent mantle that was standart in the guild. He also wore a yellow vest with ruffles like a music composer, his hour was in a ponytail and was tied back by a music composer, his

hair was in a ponytail and was tied back by a tan ribbons. “There is a guild of illegal vampires turning innocent private rogues into savage man eating ghouls. They turn into vampires that have no master so they rampage the rogues in the sewers. The vampire ghouls that rummaging about eating the flesh of humans like scavengers are vampires with no masters. They cannot control their vampire magic. We obtained this scroll with the details of the misson objectives, the person that assigned this job to us did not give a name. Just that it was from royal family in Mount Mundore. “So there was no name of whom gave us the job. They wanted to be anonymous, sounds like an ambush by the royal family.” Said William Pickpockett Sithamma. “That is possible upon cadet. I have seen the royal family set us up before, put paid a tax after their attempt! What of your spouse lover Miranda Fizzletwart, the Fizzletwart are a stern family aye. She always punching ye in ye boney arms like a straw dummy. Smites of love, keep ye face young, like an infant’s bottom.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot chuckling at the remark. “Fiddle-me-dee, Fiddle-me-dum, your lover talon Ferry is a lover of everyone. Any how master Nevel. Miranda Fizzletwart is coming around the clock tower with Morganna Hagglecoin your ex-lover my grandmum.” Said William Pickpocket Sithamma. “My nimble feet earned me the title Nevel Nimble tros for all the lover’s I stole from their abode. I could have been ye grand pappy young one. The location of the vampire’s hideout is near the Crow’s vault, next to the canal going out the Northern exit. Their is a secret age in the clock tower in the East of the Undercity. Said Nevel Nimblefoot. The two made their way to the clock tower created by the Rogue Crafter Leonardo Vesachi to time the rogue’s escapes and raid on their expeditions. The clock tower was a design of pillars and columns that a renaissance feeling and mosaic motif with angels and rogues across the ceiling. Gargoyles around the paraphets and pavillons, stain glass around the minotaur was like a cathedral. The Two Eyes of Gold guild came across William Pickpocket’s grandmum and Miranda Fizzletwart. The two came towards the women conversating in front of the clock tower.

“I hate showing up to William’s house and arguing about why be hates going to the puppet theater. His mum and his pa use to go when they were children. Now that he’s got some adventures underneath his belt, he is too grown to see the puppet show.” Said Miranda Fizzletwart or haired blonde girl with the blue eyes. “That is where they first met, his mother and father met whom they were at the entertainment’s district. His father Greygoose the Crusauder Knight was an orphan smuggled here by your great grandfather Talbert Fizzletwart of the Crow’s guild. Greygoose was the son of a general and a queen, only destiny made the boy into the here he came to be.” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “El-LO. The goddess of beauty is a rogue that stole a chair in my treasure horde, the goddess Tista the goddess of luck and fortune is curry like the gold coins that we steel. I love to run into you again Morganna, you stop coming like a thief in the night to my bed chambers.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot the rogue captain in a flirty manner. “Nevel Nimble pants. I stop coming around because your favorite lover Talon Ferry wants to duel against me all the time. I am tired of her being mauled by my Hammersword, I stole her betroved many times. Her thin like twig physique is not your favorite is it?” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “I love her you busty rogue home wrecker, always trying to recruit the strongest captain in the Undercity because the booty in your treasure chest.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Whatever. So are you ready to investigate the clock tower. The vampire cultist are changing vampires and leaving them unbound to the master vampire. Lately the vampires have been sneaking into the clock tower and going some where upward toward’s Gorum’s squalors. I think the age leads into the Mundore Catacombs, in the Dungeons.” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “Alright you lead the way.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. The four walked into the clocktower. The clock tower was dark and damp, filled with cobwebs, and other gothic celticsh tapistries, paintings and other dim-lit pedestalsm balconyies all through the curving clock tower. The tower was filled with wind whistleing in the pitch black. “Whats that smell? I smell the smell of blood. Do you smell that Grandmother?”

Said William Pickpocket. “No William. Nevel Nimblefoot you smell that faint smell of blood?” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “No.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “There is a trail of blood that goes toward that wall towards the south. The wall is toward the inside of the wall’s pendulum. Look over there love.” Said William Pickpocket Sithamma. “Alright love. Don’t let me go by myself, your myself, your suppose to be my lover, the man of the rationship. Come over here and give me guard.” Said Miranda Fizzletwart the short haired blonde with the Brown Leather garb strappings and jerkins. “Alright Mirada my love.” Said William Pickpocket Sithamma. “Look at the two lover drooling over eachother. Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Kind of remind you when you were a toddler aye.” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. The four gathered around the front door, there was a puzzle on the door. There was a code of riddle used to open the door. Push the buttons to change the slots to match the code. “The realm of Gorum is circles surrounded by mountains in trangles. X mark the spot of the Square treasure chest.” Read the plaque etched in gold bronze tin alloy. (The pattern is three columns of six small mechanical buttons that change shape when the mechanical buttons are pushed. Two buttons on the outside of the three columns shown, change the columns like a pyramid affect.) “What do you suppose this mean Nevel?” Said William Pickpocket. “How I am I suppose to know young squire.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Let me try touching these circular orbs.” Said William Pickpocket in his vest and ruffles.

William pushed the outer button, then pushed the second button in column one, the first button, second button, and third button on column two, and the first and second on column three. The combination clicked and the puzzle opened a lever. A thick steel opened in front of the clock tower. William Pickpocket Sithamma pushed a number of combinations to perform the code to align the x into the treasurechest. “Alright I got it rogues. My nimble dexterious hands is good at stealing boring moments from my love when she is bored.” Said William Pickpocket twirling Miranda like a ballerina dancer. “So romantic love. I love you William Pickpocket.” Said Miranda Fizzletwart in her leather garb. The clock tower’s gear room opened up. Gears spun on spindles spinning other gears to mechanically girate the whole clock tower’s hands on the clock tower’s face. The clock tower had candles and chalk with designs of pentagrams and other dark vampire religion symbols all over the walls. The constant gearing of the sprockets and the horrific gothic symbols gave a chill to the bones of the living rogues. The rogues watched as tiles and moths swarm the wet blood drips splatter against walls and gears like a painting made by vampire artisans in Gorum. “The trail of blood lead upward towards the top of the clock tower. What are we suppose to do, to get up there?” Said William Pickpocket Sithamma in the yellow vest and ruffles. “You pompus lazy dolt, you have to climb and carry us on your back rogues. The Eyes of Gold have special powers to climb on walls like ants.” Said Morganna Hagglecoin the busty leader of the Hagglecoin guild. “How did you know that Morganna. Most people never see the Eyes of Gold because of their renown stealth ability. It is strange and uncommon for another guild to spy on the most elusive guild in the Undercity.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Its common knowledge, The Eyes of Gold is the most flamboyant guild in the Undercity. Show boating, singing songs of grandeur in troupes dancing in the open.” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “Eyes of Gold, as flashy and elaborate their style is. It is amazing how they ever

get any treasure hunting done.” Said Miranda Fizzletwart with the short blond hair. “You wish you could be in the Eyes of Gold Miranda. Better leave it to your boyfriend lover aye.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. She stuck her tounge out at the rogues. She put her golem gauntlets up to size up Nevel Nimblefoot jesting the rogue commander. “I am fine. Your hands are too small and itty bitty to best mine, so I must decline. If you insist on Haggleing me Fizzlewart I’ll tell your lover to beat you up. Said Nevel Nimblefoot chuckling. The two laughed. The two Eyes of Rogues carried their Hagglecoin and Crow’s guild counters parts on their backs. They scaled the wall, the clock tower was a mechanical death trap filled with pendulums and spindles that smash bones or chop limbs like a lumber jack lopping off wood. They landed on platforms that faced horizontal surfaces filled with traps and gears. They had to be quick or get thrown off the gears that spun. “You have to be fast, or you may get grinded into the gears and smashed. You have to be fast!” Said Nevel Nimblefoot screaming in the mechanical noise of gear spinning and spindles whinning. The heroic band somersaulted over spinning gears and swiveling sprockets that almost hoisted the airborne from the equilibrium. The flat plateau stood on a perch with the rogues squatting taking a break from the constant leaping, climbing and somersaulted. The heroic band somersaulted over spinning gears and swiveling sprockets that almost hoisted the airbourne from the equallibrium. The flat plateau stood on a perch with the rogues squatting taking a break from the constant leaping, climbing and somersaulting. The rogues nimble movements made the acrobative flipping look with leisure. The flat plateau was a pattern of cliffs and ledges like a old church or bastilla filled with ridges and balconies for tourist in the Undercity to view the city. The four finally reached the top balcony. The balcony led into a sky view of the clock tower looking over the undercity. The ledge was looking above the undercity. “Now what. Where are we suppose to go?” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “There is no secret age anywhere?” Said Morganna Hagglecoin.

“There is no sign of any exit on this balcony, no evidence of the bodies or the blood that brought us here. Where do you the blood drops could have gone?” Said William Pickpocket Sithamma. “Take a look at this rogues. I see blood dripping from the wedges above. Its like there is blood dripping from thin air.” Said The short blond hair Miranda Fizzletwart. “Blood dripping from thin air. Let me take a look at the spot. You talking bout love. The blood is leaking form a ledge of some sorts. This is magicks of a sorts, probably from a mage with high powers or a medium level of power. Dunno where it may lead to, there must be a lever some where?” Said William Pickpocket Sithamma. “Let me take a look young squire. This called for some expertise, let me pull some of my handy dandy deo-hickyies made for treasure hunters like the Eyes of Gold.” Said Nevel Nimbletfoot. Nevel Nimblefoot pulled his satchel made with cloth stitching to brandish the utilities for a rogue treasure hunter or thief. Pickpocket thongs for unlocking, or magnifying glass made for looking at artifacts or relics. The rogue commander pulled a crystal shard that made the translucent staircase open into view. “Whoa, amazing never seen a utensil like that before.” Said Miranda Fizzletwart with the blonde hair and leather garb and skirt. “Eye’s of Gold. The most intricate guild in espionage and excavation. Never the doubt the expertise of the most renown guild in the undercity.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot making comical faces at his apprentice’s lover Miranda Fizzletwart. “Where ever the Crow’s guild is in the Undercity’s ranking. We are still among the highest reguard.” Said Miranda Fizzletwart with the glowing face. There was a outlawed figure of a skeletal skull with fangs that was a handle that opened a trap lever. The lever lead into a attic. The swirling staircase opened into a upward spindle into a facility in Gorum’s squalors. The compound was a winery for a alchohal company condemned from raids by Vega bond rogues and drug induced zombies, were wolves and gnomes. The winery cellar was filed with cobwebs and more pentagrams. Vampire relics covered the entire basement winery filled with dim lit candles.

“Good heavens. With all this god ridden cobweb I should be able to knit a coat. Giant arachnid cost a fortune to purchase.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot dancing like a puppet on strings. “Giant spiders weave the most sturdiest fisherman’s net. You can all sorts of giant Necromedia a Sea Bass.” Said William Pickpocket Sithamma. “They make great mounts too. You have to strip their fangs first before you can domesticate them. They make the cutest when you pet them.” Said Miranda Fizzletwart. “You never had a giant spider mount. You don’t look like the type Miranda you look like the ditsy type that mount on Pegasus or unicorns. You put ribbons in your hair the size of a composite bows to attract all the attention. You little Glamor whore. Ha,ha,ha.” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “Grandmother. That’s not nice.” Said Miranda smiling to hide her embarrassment. The four rogues investigate the remnants of the marking made by chalk and vampire incantations all through the cellar of the brewery. They came upon something fleshy, a carass or cadaver upon the floor. “Take a look at this. Be on guard.” Said Nevel Nimbelfoot. They brandished their weapons. Nevel Nimblefoot pulled his dual proton sabers created by the modern technology of Polanko Hammerthine’s Demon weaponsmiths. William Pickpocket brandished the same weapons, Miranda Fizzletwart brandished a proton gladius. The infamous Morganna Hagglecoin bradished her electromagnetic Hammersword. A weapon similar to a warhammer and a sythe with a spear’s hip on the bottom of the weapon. They approached the body with caution. Nevel Nimblefoot nudge the body with his proton saber and the glowing pale glow cinge the body of the cadaver Silence. The commander kicked the body over. The ghoul hissed like a snake and leaped towards the commander’s face. “Ah!” Grasped the rogues. Morganna Hagglecoin’s precision was remarkable for such a destructive cumbersome weapon. The electron magnetic force obliterated the creature and

splattered her remains and crackled the floor like a spiderweb’s web. The proton energy charred the creature’s body. She plunge the Hammersword into the heart of the carcass of the ghoul. “Disturbing of see ghouls in the brewery. Whatever did this too this ghoul is still here. What’re we suppose to do?” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “Whatever lurk in the darkness is around is somewhere from the warm the blood on the stone floor. We need to sneak in the shadows and cover in our invisible mantle. The invisible mantle will cover our arrival, move slowly so they can’t pick up our nieces upon their nostrils.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “Aye. Aye, commander Nevel Nimblefoot.” Said William Pickpocket Sithamma. The band of rogues crept in formation, two stalking near the walls of the hall and two walking upside down vertically tip toeing like ballerinas. The four came upon a shield that had a crest of a heraldic lion. The shield was in front of a dead end. “What you suppose to do now?” Said William Pickpocket. “That shield, look at the gaudy lion on its nimbus cloud. The lion gryphons is so abstract, looks like cave marking made by barbarian sheep hearder.” Said Miranda Fizzletwart with the blond short hair. “There is a lever behind the shield, pull the lever and something should happened.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. The lever opened a door that lead to some large religious domain, the unholy sanctum was filled with candies and incense. The room was a winery where smashing of grapes and other fruits were used to make vodka of alchohal tonic. The room was a strange facility that was a vault with a piano organ with some musical notes. “What to you suppose this is there for?” Said William Pickpocket Sithamma. “This organ has some musical notes for the ballot.” Gorum bridge is falling down.” Said Miranda Fizzletwart. “I don’t even like that song. It use to give me the willies at night.” The Gorum

bridge is falling down, falling down Gorum bridge is falling down, is falling down, my fair lady.” Said the musically incline William Pickpocket Sithamma. “What. By the gold in me booty. What is that sound. Huh, the ceiling is collapsing!” Shouted the voice of Nevel Nimblefoot. “It’s a trap everyone stick together!” Commanded the leader of the Hagglecoin. The ceiling was coming down like the stone mallet like ceiling was sat on a slide that slid on its henges to crush intruders. The heroic searched for an exit out the death trap. “Take a look at this organ one moment. There must be a reason a dreaded organ is sitting in the middle of a wine cellar with a sliding ceiling to crush us. We must forgive out an answer to this puzzle.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot. “What are you talking about Nevel. We got about another half hour or so.” Said Morganna Hagglecoin. “Young squire William, come and play these melodies on the organ. Lets sing the melody together and be jovial before the ceiling crush us into squashed grapes the ceiling will, make wine out of our rogue behinds.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot the joker pestimus cackling from the gesture. “Gorum bridge, Gorum bridge is falling down, falling down, my fair lady.” The organ piano keys sounded like a uptempo melody that had a high and low in the flats and keys. The sound sounded like a early mourning breakfist at an inn at the finest diner.” A feeling similar to the organ’s melody. The sound of a number of dings and chimes indicated a age door being opened. The sound was an awkward tune that was a comedic relief like a Trumbone. A large ox mewing in the night. A door opened towards the flank of the heroic band. A revealed an opening to exit. “Hurry!” Said Nevel Nimblefoot screaming. The ceiling was three quarters down almost about the height of the rogue’s

stature. The rogue party began to run. The ceiling began to slide faster making the rogues squat and crawl, duck walking towards the exit. The ceiling came sliding faster, and faster with each minute sliding a few feet on the steel slide. About four feet was left before the ceiling pallet crushed the rogue band like tomato paste. “Leap through the gap hurry!” Shouted Nevel NImblefoot. Miranda Fizzletwart was at the rear of the live, she rolled through the door almost simultaneously as the ceiling crushed the floor of the organ room mauling the wine barrels into splinter and wood sheaves. The heroic band of rogues ventured into a ceremony of vampires chanting…

Chapter # 4

The Squalors of Gorum

The squalor’s everwinter night drizzled in a fall of white snow that chilled the bones of humans covered the fur of Kobolts, frozen the skin of undead zombies. The squalors was filled with depilated buildings with broken foundations, nails halfway planted into their holes. Thatch caroded from time and water lodgue. The squalors was a mossiac pattern of ghetto cliffs moving up and down, broken wooden window seals dangled on their hendges. Stray cats and dogs lay around pand handlers, orphans align the streets sleeping in around abonded sheds. The cobbled streets panged from the steel mithril alloy, the circuitry hummed a sound similar to a bumblebee’s nest. The proton conductors and battery units illuminated with a light pale blue glow. Willow Dubeax walked seductively in her Crusader’s armor. The armor outlined the figurine like body. Her ebony caramel light completion and bowl cut front made her face thin and her long hair was jet black like onyx. She walked with a round chubby fellow with a bowl crew cut with full round cheeks and a red beard. She was escorted by two other Crusader Knights who had a helmet to cover their face. “Willow Dubeax how ye been lassie. How ye love life been lass, if ye need some good ole’ curry broth me grandmum use to make, let an old beaver like myself cook it for ye in the cold lonely night Willow. Samarians are known for amazon jungle love. Ha,ha,ha. Said the Chubby fellow with the red beard. “ire Bloodmore. The most perverted constables of Gorum, finding company with the moldy undead wenches of the rump of a herpie. You are the cow dung of Gorum using your magnifying glass to scout the undergarments of peasent of plowers in the field. Mongsier you are the filthiest hog Mongsier, I would rather sleep with a troll or an ogre hungry to ravage my flesh.” Said Willow Dubeax laughing. The crowd of Crusader Knights laugh at the comedian gestures of the gestures of the jesters making comments each others reputations.

“Samarian tan skinned wench. I worked for almost nine years now n’ ye still can’t find yeself a husband. Ye look for the grand champions o’ Gorum instead o’ the humble down to earth sentry, no Duke would never take ye narrow camel legs. Ha,ha,ha,ha. Said the bellowing laughter of ire Bloodmore the counstable. “You don’t know the kind of man I need monsieur. You only assume that physical attraction is all I look for. I look for wealth, position, height. How heavy his steed be, only man that can mount a Clydesdale with single a hop could satisfy me. I jest with you my stubby nubby friend.” Said Willow Dubeax laughing. “Quite the comedians. How you been Willow Dubeax. It has been many moons since I have seen your pretty eyes. Willow, still chasing your former partner Jojo Sithamma?” Said the calm voice of the vampire with red eyes. “No. Silf Mundore finally assigned us back together, I work well with Jojo Sithamma. Nobody else can work with me better Jojo Sithamma Greygoose. His keen expertise is a perfect tool to cultivate my skills as an investigator. I have no errie affairs with the Crusauder Knight.” Said Willow Dubeax. “I heard you wanted to be a vampire. If you are ever in need of fangs, then I will be the bat that sink my fangs in your neck.” Said The black haired vampire in his helm and black plume. “Allucard. You flirty ha I enjoy seeing you again, when did you ever hear about me wanting to turn vampire. I love being human, I enjoy food, alchohal and the warm blooded of men.” Said Willow Dubeax blowing a kiss at Allucard Hellsing with the angular face. “May be you might try a cold undead fellow with rigamortis in his flesh. Ha,ha,ha. My vampire charms boil the blood of women. If you want to come by my home and accompany me. Boil a small cauldron of your blood. I will mix with fruit grain and barley for malt for Samarian vodka.” Said Allucard Hellsing jesting about blood alcohol and a late night rendezvous. “I might put you up on your offer.” Said Willow Dubeax with the eager snake. “Quit acting like a floozy Samarian wench. Throwing your lions at everyone. Becareful, very full women very few women exist in the elite Crusader royal

guard. You are one of the few, so behave.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. He slapped the back of Allucard’s helmet with a slap and dinged his head. The red freckle face and reddish hair of Marcus Fizzletwart hung out the Crusader’s helm. The four walked down a street called Salem’s Lot. The neighborhood was filled with elder abandoned companies for Vagabonds to shelter. This part of the shelter. This part of the squalors was filled with Dark Mana s selling toxins that indulge the senses. The toxins cause humans to be turned into mindless Werewolves or undead that go berserk from the new sensations of the toxins. Merman that have no coral home in the coral reef of Aquarius wonder into the Squalors of Gorum from Aquarius. The Merman flownder up towards the port of the Squalors looking for work and a home to rest their heads. The Samarian sorceress pulled a map of the mission objectives. He slapped the back of Allucard’s helmet with a slap and dinged his head. The red freckle face and redish hair of Marcus Fizzletwart hung out the Crusader’s helm. The four walked down a street called Salem’s Lot. The neighborhood was filled with elder abondened companies for vagabonds to shelter to shelter. This part of the squalors was filled with dark mana s selling toxins that indulge the senses. The toxins cause humans to be turned into mindless werewolves or undead that go bezerk from the new found sensations of the toxins. Merman that have no coral home in the coral reef of Aqurius wonder into Squalors of Gorum from Aqurius. The Merman flownder uptowards the part of the squalors looking for work and a home to rest their heads. The Samarian sorcerer pulled a map of the mission objective. The dangerous bazaar of the squalors are filled with criminals that prey upon the misson objective. The dangerous bazaar of the squalors are filled with criminals that prey upon the unsuspecting. We believe the vampire racketeering is in the Lady Aegnis’s brewery, the brewery was ran by Lady Aegnis a former sorceress that protected the Mundore family for generations. She lost her brewery due to leeches that were found in the wine of Lady Aegnis’s Brewery. The Leeches were believed to be sent by Merman that use to raid her coin cache in the late of night. On the night of 23rd on the month of Augusta, the Merman that lived across the winery in a abandoned tavern. The abandoned building across from the winery raided the famous Lady Aegnis the Brewer. She battled into she was fatigued from the constant slash and hacking. Aegnis the Brewer was wounded from her skirmish with the Mermen and retreated. The company was abandoned for a decade living in the deliptated ghettos of the Squalors. The squalors was a culture full of riff raff robber and toxin s that indulge on dark mana sludge from mind bending squids that live in the Undercity. Willow Dubeax read the entire historical the winery. She turned

and informed the three Crusader Knights about the winery. “ire Bloodmire was on the campaign against the children kidnappers. It turned out that the goblin head hunters were cooking children in Gorum and Grammel. The goblins that hills between Rin-Tin and Tragga. Good ole’ plumpy ire Bloodmore stumbled upon a goblin scallywag selling her tros whom was connected to the goblin headhunters. We were Grammel at one of the Grammel casinos playing roulette with Marcus and Greygoose. ire followed the goblin to a cave to court her because he was under the influence of achohal and squid mind bender toxins. It causes hallucinations, Ha,ha,ha. He awoken on a stick waiting to be rotisserie for goblin pot roast. Ha,ha,ha. We followed him and slain the army of goblin cannibals.” Said Allucard Hellsing telling the story of ire Bloodmore’s escapades. “I that day. You broke the rotisery you fat bull calf, ha,ha,ha. The flame cinge your pants and tros to ribbons. A night gown made for hippotemus.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. The crowd of royal knights began to launch loud with laughter from the comedic jest of the royal guards. Willow Dubeax the Samarian sorceress began to share information with the crowd. “Crusader Knights. I found something in the lord’s deed on the mystery of the bankruptcy of Lady Aegnis’s brewery. There was a feud between her and the merman that lived in a tavern across from her whom use to watch her and rob her for coin. They use to send leeches. Aaawwee. That’s kinky I swear. They use to crawl under the cracks and slip into her wine mesher. The leeches use to appear in the wine bottles and the civilians of the squalors shut down the wine brewery of Lady Aegnis’s wine company. Nobody ever knew what had become of Lady Aegnis.” Said Willow Dubeax. “Interesting. Did she ever know the merman were robbing her?” Said Allucard Hellsing. “No.” Said Willow Dubeax. “Then those damn sea trout’s scouted the ole’ hag. Ye fillot samon merman. Smell o’ seaweed and salt water. The merman that robbed Lady Aegnis are still there. I believe the riff raff be about scavenging a another pillage. Tell me more my Scavenging a another pillage. Tell me more my Samarian bisquit.” Said

ire Bloodmore attentive from the briefing. “The winery be about another thirty paces to the east. Keep an eye out and be on guard for mermen and vampire cultist. That racketeer from the transformation. Look upon the roofs and the blindspots of the squalors.” Said Willow Dubeax the Samarian women with the even bowl part and long hair down her cheeks. The winery belonging to Lady Aegnis was a delipidated building with a gaudy sign with paint peeling from the letters and corners of the sign. The building itself was a large manor with a number of windows with the hindges dangling from the window seals. The sign was a red and yellow paint around a purple border. “This is it. Be on guard Crusader Knights.” Said Willow Dubeax. “Affirmative Willow.” Said Allucard Hellsing. “Alright Samarian lead the way.” Said ire Bloodmore. “Lead on mage, do not let our battalion down or you will have me smite your skull into Samarian with me.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. “Affirmative Marcus.” Said Willow Dubeax. The oak wooden double doors in a liquor finish held handles made of engravings similar to a pair of lions. The tension was enough to scare trolls in a marsh, the air was stale, the inside of the building was dark and thick with filled the motar and oil. They walked through the darkness of the clerk’s desk, the cooking quarters and the sleeping quarters remained quiet. The squeaking of mice can be heard chewing on crumbs upon the stone, the hallway was long. A corridor that lead to the meshing or grapes and stirring of grape wine, the room was as large was a ballroom about a hundred fifty paces in to and fro. The sound of grunting or something unaudible to the ear. The sound was jibberish jargon like imps or goblins speaking a dialect similar to the goblin tounge. “There is something beyond these doors, I can hear the grunting of something grotesque, like a goblin or imp. Find covet in the shadows. I will send a serpent to scour the area I front of us stay on guard.” Said Willow Dubeax. “Aye lassie.” Said ire Bloodmore.

The Samarian Sorceress chanted some text from a warlock’ s pamphlet and the pale green illuminescent mana began to change into a portal to summon a score of black vipers to scout into the brewing chambers ahead. The black viper like snakes slithered into the dim candle light room. The viper’s vision was a blurry duplication of the magi’s master vision. The room was filled with tables and people being held for their own safety against the vampire transmogrification. Vampire mana seep into the blood stream then change the human soul into a perverse dark servant of Gorum. A women laid sprawled upon the wooden counter in a dress boutique and ruffles upon her blouse. She was of welsh up bringing by the dress she worn. The two murky figures that stood above the blonde haired handsome face women with the blonde bun and gold hair pins. One was a squid fish like creature with small fins on his face with gills His stenched consisted of sea water and barnacle from a ships hull. The person next to the merman was a priest in burgundy and gold with red crimson glowing eyes. The man’s white short crop hair made the man’s face look regal. The man had high cheekbones that gave the man a pleasant look. His bishop’s cap and bat emblem upon his collar was evident as a vampire priest. “The tides of fate has brought misfortune upon you. To have your brewery in the location next to the merman’s Drunken Anchor. The winery was like a curse from the gods. Do you know what I do for a living. Do you know what I do for coin in the squalor’s of squalor town. I turn aristocrats of Gorum into vampires. I turn the rich and prominent into immortals for coin. Not all vampires receive the spell of soul binding. Humans that soil themselves for power and grandeur, I offer disease, famine and death.” Said the dark priest with his manacle laugh. “Your dark deeds will come back you dark priest Satanist. The constable of Gorum will investigate my disappearance. I was a former agent for the Royal Gorum Knight. I will cleanse you from the land dark ones. When these shackles open you two will taste cold steel. ARRGGG!” Screamed the regent women with the blonde bun and ruffles upon her casual vintage styled dress. The three argued about what to do to the mischievous regent, their constant baiting left their flank open for spies in stealth lurking in the shadows. A hissing sound came upon the Dark Priest’s blind spot. “I believe we shall turn into a vampire. Then I shall drink your blood from your beating heart. You will be my slave so merman can ravage you wench!” Said the Dark Priest in Burgundy and gold terrorizing the regent brewer.

“You slain my friends, transformed my servants into ghouls. I will see your head on a pike Dark Servant. Free my shackles none!” Screamed the regal brewer. “SSSS, SSSS.” Hissed the snake a few paces from the Dark Priest. “Whats that scent.(Sniff),(Sniff), I smell the smell of magi around me. Human magic. “Where do you be intruders!” Said the Dark Priest alert from the serpent. “Look be on your toes squid brain. We have intruders among our sanctum, get some merman and investigate the intruders in our domain. Make haste buffoon” Said the Dark Priest. “Yesss.(Gurgle), I will Dark Priest. Said the Merman picking up sentries as he ventured forth. “Take a look at this. What do we have here my slithering friend. A black viper in our den, my base of operations has been penetrated by a covert spy. Who do you work for!” Screamed the Dark Priest. “Hissss, Hissss.” Hissed the snakes. The Dark Priest charged some Dark Mana among his finger tips and fired a bolt of Necro energy into the spying serpent. The spell of combination caused the snake to explode into ground meat spilling chunks and splatter about. The entrance to the vampire’s sanctum was the outer cloister of the breweries main meshing room. The Crusader Knights stood listening to the Dark Priest around Willow Dubeax’s transparent nexus that was scouting the inner confinds of the brewery. They stood spying on the two shady characters shackling the regent owner of Lady Aegnis’s brewery. The black viper spies were spotted by the Dark Priest. “Dark, they spotted us.” Said Willow Debeax. “Vampire priest and his sheisty operation. Changing humans into vampires without the authorization, he probably never owned a permit in all his operation’s. Said Marcus Fizzletwart the red head brute with the short hair and freckles.

“Click. Click!” Sounded the front door clicking and the door knob turning. The Sorceress Willow Dubeax cast a shadow plasmic mist that hid the veteran Crusader Knights into the walls and corridor of the hall. A pair of vampire thugs came in vest and ruffles walking unaware of what had transpired. The vampires was laughing at the regent captive jesting about what perverse deeds they would do to her body. “Women with coin tingle my cold vampiric heart I bet her blood taste as sweet as her wine and coin. I can’t wait to dine upon her fresh. Taste like pomagranites to a fruit bat.” Said the vampire a flaming lantern came from another plaine within the black phasm mist. The phasm mist was a nexus into another plane part of the astral plane. A tall armored figure in circuitry and plated steel appeared out of the black mist and hack the vampire from his left shoulder down into his left lung shearing his vampiric heart into two. The vampire thug’s body caught flame from the only vampiric entity that held the vampire’s soul to Gorum’s realm. His undead skin caught flame and charred into ashe screaming to his demise into the underworld. Alucard Hellsing leaped from the shadows and fired a proton bolt from a electronic bolt from a crossbow made by Polanko Hammerthine’s Dwarven smiting company. The phasm mist was a nexus into another plane part of the astral plane. A tall armored figure in circuitry and plated steel appeared out of the black mist and hack the vampire from his left shoulder down into his left lung shearing his vampiric heart into two. The vampire thug’s body caught flame from the only vampiric entity that held the vampire’s soul to Gorum’s realm. His undead skin caught flame and charred into ashe screaming to his demise into the underworld. Alucard Hellsing leaped from the shadows and fired a proton bolt from a electronic bolt from a crossbow made by Polanko Hammerthine’s Dwarven Smithing company. The thin conductor bolt hit the lone vampire in the heart and his body exploded into flame, then motar and ashe devoured the vampire. The bolt hit the lone vampire in the heart and his body exploded into flame. “Come on squadron. Keep your wits about you.” Said the captain Samarian women with the serpent like septer. Willow Dubeax’s septer was a gift given to the sorceress from the Battle Ball games when she was young iring the escapades of Jojo Sithamma, sir Greygoose the God of Rogues. Willow received her gift from Robin Zorro the rogue’s academy.

“I’ll stay in the rear and give aid with crossbow .” Said Allucard Hellsing. “Stay out my line of attack. I can smell the flesh of undead upon my great axe.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. “Leave some for me lads. Everybody so gun hoe ye might soil yeselves if ye move to fast.” Said ire Bloodmore the pudgy fellow with the red bowl cut hair. The battalion of Crusader Knights entered the meshing room of Lady Aegnis’s brewery. The room was pitch black and light was so vague that the Crusader Knights would stumble about. They squatted down at knee level and the Samarian cast a spell of cat’s night vision. The cat’s night vision gave sight in the night. They entered a circular pavillion of the meshing filled with barrels, funnels and pumps used to syphen and age wine vodkas. A slithering slime, sound was heard from the silent cat like stalking of the Crusader Knights. The captain Willow put her fist up and the Crusader Knights stood in complete silence at the standard universal sign language for military trained knights in Gorum. Willow held her fist up for yield. The silence in the delapitdated (Gurgle.) The Merman points at a figure in the shadows, Gurgle. The merman then signaled for an attack. (Gurgle.) The Merman on the far side of the wall a few strides ahead of the merman leader acknowledged and nodded his head. (Gurgle.) Spoken the sign of language of Merman speaking in gurgles and body language of the merman’s gills. A yellowish light like the light from a Necromedia elee lit up the meshing room. A glowing light from a trident exploded a creature at knee level. The creature exploded howling to his death like a sea lion. “(Gurgle.) Damn rodentssss!” Said the merman screaming like a mouse. The light flash gave the position and the giant slug leech mounts gave the Aquarius merman position’s. The Aquarian slug leech was a sea bed urchin that ate the moss and fungus upon the sea bed’s floor. The Samarian captain devised a ambush from above a wall of crates that held old grapes that rotted from the bankruptcy of Lady Aegnis’s brewery. The flaming Great axe was a prize from

Robin Zorro for the Crow guild’s captain. A number of fiery spinning hacks and diagonal cleaves knock the encumbering slugs the upon his side. The leader Merman pulled his spade bit on his mount and fired a rapid burst of cannon like slugs the size of little shepherd dogs. The advancement of technology in Gorum’s first war against the Demon Reavers of Purgatory-66 was a emergency call to arms to increase the effectiveness of the medieval weapons of Gorum. Marcus Fizzletwart twirled his Great axe deflecting the slugs. (Gurgle. Intruders Dark Priest Benedict. Give us aidssss.) Commanded the merman leader from the Dark Priest’s. “I can hear you, you overgrown flounder. I will send a score of ghouls this instance!” Shouted Dark Priest Benedict. The corridor became a nest of squeals and snarls, the meshing room had a number of chambers that held regents that were transformed by the vampiric spell from the fangs. The regents were conned by the Dark Priest’s shiesty operation. The racketeering play was ran by the Dark Priest Benedict. The shackled Lady Aegnis turned and spit at the Dark Priest’s feet. “I will send you to the neather world Dark Priest. You abomination shall perish before down!” Shouted Lady Aegnis. The Dark Priest Benedict backhanded the vulgar women and grimaced at her. He then charged forward into battle. The hallway in the brewing room began to be filled with a frenzy of stampeding ghouls. Marcus Fizzletwart assaulted the merman on his mount with a volley of ariel cleaves. The merman came with a trident beam of electricity that exploded behind the Crusader Knight propelling the man in ariel flips toward the ground. The cloaked Willow Debeax cast a spell that caught the flailing man from tumbling and bounced him off the air bubble that launched towards the mounted merman. The Crusader Knight grabbed the Merman off the Sea Slug Urchent and hit him with a combination of crist punches. Stomach, mandible, right hook and knocked into unconscious. A volley slugs planted the Crusader Knights. A stampede of ghouls began to feast upon Marcus Fizzletwart. “ARRRGGGHHH. Give me Aid!” Screamed Marcus Fizzletwart underneath the pile of slugs. “Give cover fire to Marcus Fizzletwart, I will cast a tempest cloud that give you

distraction. Find cover Marcus!” Said Willow Dubeax captain of Crusader Knights of Gorum. A purple cloud wisped toward the feeding frenzy of the ghouls and they began to strike each other. The Sorceress gave her position and the Merman leader fired a volley of grunt slugs upon Willow Dubeax and she flailed from the creates collapsing from the cannon ball like slugs. The exploding wood splinters turned into a monsoon of wood blinding the eyes of any within it’s a radius. She landed and the leeches began to suck upon her armor sucking and cheving upon the mithril gauntles. “Iam almost out of bolts from my proton bow. We need to slay the leaders and be gone!” Said Alucard Hellsing the vampire Crusader Knight. The cartridge inside the ammunition chute of the proton bow clicked to indicate the empty cartridge. A hail of metallic proton bolts landed and exploded the ghouls into charring ashe. About half of the ghastly ghouls burned, enflamed into a fiery grave. The other half remained in a feeding frenzy like Hyenas spreading skin from prey. The vampire Crusader Knight Allucard stood fifteen strides from the opposing wall that Willow fell from at the top of the old wine creates. The vampire Knight charged shuffling in a quiet stride like a assassin. The stealth assassin rogue from Robin Zorro somersaulted behind the captain merman and pulled his proton daggers that operated on a gem that bounced microwave rays from a motor inside the small advance pair of daggers. He began to furiously stab the Merman leader in his flank disintegration his aquatic sea blubber into charmed grilled salmon. The giant Sea slug mount began to whine and stand on its hind tail spitting slugs upward onto the ceiling. (Gurgle.) ARRRGGGHH! Humanss! Lady Aegnis layed flailing in the bed shackled to the vampire’s table of transmogrification. A chime that sounded awkward to the ear was heard behind the lady. A secret tunnel opened and a group of mysterious adventurers crept towards the Lady Aegnis shackled upon the table. “A damsel in distress. How many times had we seen ventures ending with a woman stuck on a table. Probably a sacrifice or a plate waiting to be made for a troll, an ogre with the sniffles or a vampire’s sucking candy.” Said the melodramatic Nevel Nimblefoot.

“Her face is rather thin. They must be feeding this women bread and water alone. We will unshackle you fair maiden.” Said Morganna Hagglecoin with the oddly giant gauntlets. “Nevel we have a battle amongst us. Look alive rogues!” Said William Pickpocket Sithamma the handsome faced youngun with the oval slanted green eyes. Miranda Fizzletwart unsheathe her proton dual schimitars. “Over to the North, I see it!” Said Miranda Fizzletwart with the short blonde hair. The league of heroes cloaked their invisible mantle and went stealth to survey the battle. A Dark Priest stood casting a spell that bound a group of heavily armored clad knights stuck to the stone floor. The priest stood illuminating in a purple aura casting some vampiric spell of entangling glyphs that cast a ward upon the sprawled knights. “This is it Knights our last Crusader. Die with honor Knights!” Shouted Willow Dubeax being devoured by sea slugs. “Damn. Slain on a routine patrol. Rubbish!” Screamed Alluard Hellsing. “Me, pappie told me lad. Treat’em lassies with respect or it will come back to haunt me. I should’ve listened to me pa I was a wee young lad.” Said ire Bloodmore being overwhelmed by leeches from the ocean’s sea bed. A flying heavy object with tremendous force flew towards the Dark Priest. The priest turned and caught it at the corner of his eye. His shield spell put up a barrier and shielded the Dark Cleric form the manetic force that crushed the air and space around the Dark Priest and caused a spider web in the floor. “Blasphemous peons tres upon my sanctum. Die worms!” Said The Dark Priest Benedict. Nevel Nimbelfoot unlatched his hand sized crossbow upginded by the Polanko company with the electric wire that transfer electrons to the proton conductor bolt. The dragon tonic that was attacked to the bolt fired upon the Sea slugs and engulfed them in napalm.

“We have been saved. All the ale and wenches still be about me!” Said ire Bloodmore. A combination of attacks from Nevel, Morganna and William alternated with double stabs and staggering blows. From a Hammersword. A volley of arrows hit the barrier and an arrow hit the Dark Priest in the leg, his leg exploded into blood and bone splattering against the stone. “Curses. You heathen welps, you will pay when my gaze is upon you again!” Screamed the Dark Priest. His body transmogrified into a vampire swarm of blood sucking bats ventured into a window out of the Brewery’s den. The Dark Priest escaped the insequistion of the Eyes of Gold and the Crusader Knights. The Brewery compound was quite in evening’s everwinter’s shadow…

Chapter # 5

Rin-Tin Investigation: The Honeymoon in Rin-Tin

“In the galaxy, I am not the same person I once was. Reincarnated a multitude of times to battle a never ending man war between Demon Reavers and Space Pirates. Robot Bounty Hunters and the scrab priests of Ra’. A thousand years have ed and my children are scattered through the galaxy. Ore tyrants and other aliens are criminal agents for the galactic order of law. The universe is a constant pattern of trials, wars and political games between the just and the wicked. I have lost lovers a trillon years in hyper drive into space. Love is a never ending asteroid on a asteroid belt that forces all life to be extinguish from its rage. My only lover and most memorable love is Hannah Hagglcoin. My lover wed with me over twenty thousand years ago. Her love is embedded into my soul.” Journal of Greygoose colonel of the Paladin of Steel.” “U.G.R.G.”- United Galactic Rangers of the Galaxy

The ever winter night of Rin-Tin was filled with laterns. The streets was filled with kobolts. The smell of saki and Shishumi sushi filled the air. Reed flutes and Sythers played, Mandolins and lyres stringed. The Drums of Ibuki dancers and music masters aligned the streets. The battalion of constables and Crusader Knights rode about a quarter mile into the Rin-Tin border. The caravan train traveled behind the armored war horses. The lovers held holding each other’s gauntlets. Greygoose the bald Sithamma rogue with the thick chin braid and mane like beard gazed upon his lover. “Good to be out and about aye. Thought you retired from adventures Hannah Hagglecoin. Never thought I would see you out the kitchen and into your armor again.” Said Greygoose the armored rogue. “The air in Gorum never smelled so clean. Unlike the constant pillaging and

gambling, swindling vampire lust never contaminated the air in Gorum. Didn’t think you would invite me to do on investigation sent from the overlord Silf. What made you invite me?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin jovial and estatic from the investigation. “The Royal Gorum Knights are busy with unkown assailants. There has been a shortage of staff among the constables. The retainers at the Rin-Tin shogunate request for aid in an attack on the village.” I have noticed you have been bored from your daily activates.” Said Greygoose Sithamma the Crusader Knight. “Tell More about the affairs in Rin-Tin and what could be attacking the Kobolts of Rin-Tin Said Questioned the investigator Hannah Hagglecoin. “The had have reports of strange disappearances between Kobolts and uncanny activity in Rin-Tin. They said a magical creature in the night came and slain the Kobolts out. Robberies occur from wealthy merchants whom employed is to investigate their findings.” Said Greygoose Sithamma. “From the reports that the Kobolts gave, the creature is something that can disappeared or reappear and hide in the shadows. Probibly a vampire, a banshee, a shadow demon from another plane. What do you think?” Said Hannah Haggelcoin the rogue in Crusader’s armor and golem gauntlets. “Shadow. A Shadow Fade.” Said Greygoose. Greygoose closed his eyes and reached into the astro plain talking to the fallen spirits in Rin-Tin. He had a premonition where, seeing a Kobolt squad of Shinsengumi fight the creature with a plane’s shifter bomb. The kobolt exploded in a Kamakazi attack to slay the evil Shadow creature. The shockwaves from the Planes Shifter boiled the tar like creature down into a liquid. The creature’s dark flesh called to him to drink the black liquid. He had multiple encounters with the abhorrid aberittions that almost took his life many times. The dark liquid drove him into insanity, but he was able to overcome the dark power. He thought of other things to enjoy his stay in Rin-Tin to rekindle the flame with his love Hannah Hagglecoin. “Well Hannah, we’ll figure this investigation later love. How do you feel about our love, Hannah. Hannah you still love me like when we were youths, running

amuck in the sewers of the under city, slaying wymns and fighting giant spiders. Is your love still abundant.” Said Greygoose whom kissed Hannah Hagglecoin and pulled her to sit on his lap. They kissed senually with each other’s company. “Greygoose. You’re the only lover I ever had and the only lover I will ever have. I know of no tower but you. Your love is the liquid that grow the pairs on my tree, your love feed my children and you give me the guidance I need to crop fruits and cabbage in the farmland. My love is forever Greygoose, Jojo Sithamma. How about you love?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin the blonde rogue who nimbly kissed Greygoose upon the lips. “My love is ever lasting. My love will last generations until our demise. In the next life I will find your love again like a light house to a ship in the darkness. Love is unconditional no matter what you are, human or vampire. I will make you a vampire one day Hannah so you can spawn more seeds with me love. Said Greygoose her eyes began to water. The sense of her woman hood was eased by the sense of reproducing with the man she loved. Her heart danced with joy. She was no longer faced with the mortal obstacle with reproduction with a vampire, so her soul and heart danced joy. “I love you more then anyone Jojo. We’ll have lots of children Jojo Sithamma.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. The pair kissed and talked about what they wanted to do in Rin-Tin. “What do you want to do in Rin-Tin. Where do you want to stay at. Is their any foods you want to eat love?” Said Greygoose. “I want to go to the Kobolt’s Ibuki theather. The Ibuki theather is grand and exciting, the kobolts have the best theather in the world.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “That is true. The samurai actor Gojo Toyotomi is the master actor coordinator of the Toyotomi Ibuki theater. I played on some of his renown plays as the Shogun Ieyasu Tokugawa, the ruler that united the Kobolt race. Said Greygoose. Hannah Hagglecoin got off Greygoose’s lap and a small decorated jewelery box fell out of Greygoose’s armor hidden in his sash. The decorated box was wrapped around a handkerchief made of gold crusted crimson on a silk cloth.

“What is that Jojo Sithamma?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin questioning the Crusader Knight. “That is nothing, don’t worry about it love.” Said Greygoose fumbling to hide the box. The caravan came to a halt in front of the village’s entertainment district where it was filled with. Lanterns and Kobolts riding wagons decorated with paper mache floats. Kobolts flipped acrobatic flips in unison. Flutes, and stringed guitars, strummed loud, cherry blossoms rained from the air and the smell of Ramen filled the air from ramen shops. The caravan train and mounted constables came upon a castle keep, the castle was elongated with ridges and tiles the roofing was triangular symmetrical shaped with points at the top. The Rin-Tin castle Osaka castle was a castle that stood for generations from constant Coup de Graus from vampires, invasions from Draconian slave masters, naval battles between Aqurian Merman looking to raid the port of Nagasaki. The beautiful castle was a marvelous image to behold. A bridge figurine in Samurai armor came in red and black with the characters of his name and symbol of the Tokugawa family. The samurai took off his war mask and fanned himself. The Grey Husky with the sapphire hound eyes smiled and pant at the sight Greygoose. “Old friend it has been too long since I have seen you. How has the ever winter night of Gorum been treating you?” Asked the large Greyish Husky in samurai war garb. “Ieyasu Tokugawa. The lion of Rin-Tin, the warlord to unify all the lands of RinTin. The poet of all Kobolts, the philosher of Zen Buddah. How have you been old friend.” Said Greygoose praising the old samurai warlord boasting his confidence. “The coldest wheather of Gorum affects me not Shogun. I live a counstable’s life to aid and defend. That is my occupation as a Royal Gorum Knight.” Said Greygoose. “That will was the burden in my heart Crusader Knight. Who is your lovely mistress Greygoose?” Said The Shogun Tokugawa licking his furry face. “This is my love Hannah Hagglecoin the mother of my seed William Pickpocket Sithamma.” Said Greygoose smiling at his long time lover.

“My name is Hannah Hagglecoin of the Hagglecoin’s guild. I am also a former captain of the Crusader Knights before my retirement. I have just been reassign in request of my betroved Jojo Sithamma. Did even know you pulled me from our hoe because I was bored, how thoughtful of him.” Said The blue eyed Hannah Hagglecoin exicited at the sight of the grand Shogun Husky Tokugawa. “Let us venture into the castle to find your bed chambers.” Said the Shogun Husky Tokugawa. “Let me tell you something in secrecy Shogun.” Said Greygoose the bald Sithamma Knight. “Hai. What is it you want Greygoose-san.” Said Shogun Tokugawa. “My lover of thirty years has not wed with me and I plan to propose to her tonight. Can you surprise her with your best entertainment. I was thinking about Gojo Toyotomi the master actor at plays.” Said Greygoose whispering in the ears of the Husky Kobolt. “The most romantic Crusader Knight I ever met. Greygoose-san, I know the most exclusive entertainers and actors in all of Rin-Tin. Go and relieve yourself in the bed chambers and I will retrieve your battalion later. Rest well.” Said Tokugawa the Husky leaving the Crusader Knight A messenger left by rickshaw to inform the master entertainer Gojo Toyotomi.

… The council hall was a platform built underneath a roof with triangle ridges that had tiles like the castle’s top, polygonal shapes of Buddah pugs that surrounded the plateau where the hounds ate. The Buddah pugs that surround the plateau where the hounds ate. They sat in flat bending their ankles flat against the floor. The vertical style of sitting was awkward and the ceremonial uniformity made the council meeting too formal. The Kobolt samurai’s began to bark. “Roof, Roof, Roof.” Said the council canines. The outside night time plateau was filled with bright lights in the night sky. Greygoose and Hannah Hagglecoin sat next to each other. Greygoose held her hand when they finally sat in their position with their legs flat on their knees.

“I love you Hannah.” Said Jojo Sithamma sitting in his black kimono with the white. “I love you too.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Seika-san, from the evidence we received from Musashi-san at the Fuji-Hills in eastern Rin-Tin. We need to know the location of this creature. The creature also attacked Akira-San and Kimoki-San from the Shinsengumi counstables. The Umi-Zaki slain Obogu-San. Sei-Ka San what are we to do about the Umi-Zaki.” Said Shogun Tokugawa. “Tokugawa-sama, the creature is made of a black liquid from another universe. The Umi-Zaki from another made of evil magic. The blood of the creature is near a goblin or Oni-Demon in darkness. The creature is made of an evil known to any of the planes we ate accustomed to Tokugawa-sama. Our chief scientist Yorrii-tomo-san the gnome analyzed everything.” Said Seika-san the retainer with the Rotwreiller face and white lavender Kimono and bold black Konjicharacters. “The evidence indicate the demon is a Shadow Fade. I knew it Damn abomination from the nether planes. The creature is a demon from space. Up some where unknown to Gorum. The same as the Demon Reaver’s home world.” Said Greygoose looking puzzled by the remark the dog chief captain was speaking of. “Where do you think this creature is. Where is the nearest culdasack where they could have hidden the phantom demon?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. A gong sounded and a light lit in the eyes of Greygoose. The room was in a commotion and a Ibuki samurai bulldog came and began dancing a heroic dance with a nagata in his hands. The night time stars lluminated the sky kaliedoscope of diamonds. The symphony of drummers, lyres, mandolins, and drummers played a spectacular up tempo beat. The Ibuki Dancers sang, spun and did acrobatic flips, choreography and sang. “Soku Joju busshin Kayume.” “Toku nyu Mu-ju-do Kayume. “Wati Wati Ises Shuju Ho-Kayume.”

“The stars in the sky, are bright in your eyes, I love how you love me Kayume. “The stairs in the sky are diamonds in your eyes. Kayume, Kayume.” Sang the Ibuki Dancers. Hannah Hagglecoin’s eyes lit up with joy from the entertainmenting show. She smiled at Greygoose. “Hannah take off your ridiculous golem gloves.” Said Greygoose picking up Hannah. “Okay, what are you planning Jojo?” Said Hannah Haggelcoin. Greygoose picked Hannah Hagglecoin and they began to waltz and spin in fancy dance moves. The swan elaborate dance moves were nimble and elegant, the two danced and Jojo Sithamma began to sing in paid soprano with beautiful vocals that swept Hannah Hagglecoin’s heart. “I will always love you. I will always hold you never let you go.” “I will always love you. I will never let you go.” “Your love is all I dream of. You are the most beautifulness girl to me.” “You are the most beautifullest girl to me.” “You are the most beautifullest girl to me.” “Hannah, Hannah the only lover of mine, you are beautiful to me, Hannah, Hannah.” “I will always love you. I will always hold you never let go.” “I will always love you. I will never let you go.” “You are the most beautifulliest girl to meeeee.” Sang Greygoose Sithamma the romantic dancer. Firework shot into the air the moment they stopped and kissed. Hannah Hagglecoin remained breathless. The scene was so magnificent, the breeze the moment tears streamed down Hannah. Hagglecoin’s cheek. The dance was a

master piece, mastered by master entertainers at dance and act, which he learned with Hannah Hagglecoin when they were just children. A thousand kisses and roses fell upon Hannah. Jojo Sithamma bended on one knee. “The lover of my thirty year life span is a rogue that stole my heart when I was an infant. Her blue eyes are the sapphire of the Undercity, I will not love no one but you!” “Hannah Hagglecoin, the most beautiful rogue of the undercity. The most heroic Crusader Knight whom bled and bared my children. Will you marry me!” Said the emotional Greygoose Sithamma. A rocket of gun powder launched into the sky and emblazed the sky with flaire white holy love from paladin healing spells that heal the lacerations of allies. The tears of a millon moments of joy from all the childhood, memories of Jojo Sithamma before he was a vampire. He was sheading tears that scald his face incinerating streaks in his cold vampiric skin. He kissed Hannah and the taste of his skin turning to ashes was a pain he stood to bare for the love and purposal of wedlock with his betroved. “Will you Marry me Hannah Hagglecoin.” Said Greygoose on one knee. A moment of silence occurred. Her mind flashed with all the loving memories they had as children, the score of Hannah Hagglecoin and Jojo Sithamma holding hands was so heart warming to Hannah Hagglecoin. She sighed and a calm came to her about what she has done in her life. She was a Crusader Knight captain, leader of the Hagglecoin’s guild. Bared children with her first love and she was proud of them. “I will marry you love. Jojo Sithamma, the first day I met you. I knew I would be you forever, even as children.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin in tears of happiness. “Roof, roof, roof. Jojo Sithamma-san. So romantic, the most brilliant show I have ever seen. The lights in the sky smile upon you Greygoose-san. In all of Rin-Tin your Haiku and Hara-Mitsu in song is the best in the land Greygoosesan. Your women is thirsty for your tounge. Roof, roof. The fireworks was manificient, the fireworks combined with your dance and dramatic wedding offer made me pant for water, roof, roof.” Said the Shogun Tokugawa complimenting the Crusader Knight on his theater opera.

“The Rin-Tin top dog in Ibuki cinema, you possibly rival Toyotomi-san in brilliant opera performance. All the canine in Rin-Tin bark for your performance to encore.” Said Seika-San the black Rottweiler. The Shogun began to gather the council to discuss about the investigation in the Fuji-Hills. “Gather my vassals and plan our schematics operations against the Shadow Fade. The Shadow Fade is located near a ravine somewhere in the Fuji-Hills. The abominations is located somewhere a mile from the sensei Musashi’s home. We need to investigate before our supplies are robbed by the Shadow Fade.” Said Tokugawa. The husky Kobolt. “We need to send Shinsengumi to scout the area with sensei Yoriitomo-san. Yoriitomo-san will take and armored mechanical calvery to portect the perimeter of Rin-Tin. Is that clear?” Said Seika-san The Roweiller. “Interesting Tokugawa-sama, calling on my expertise in steam power and proton infusion to power the war engines of Rin-Tin. The molecular structure of the TVector power comes from energy magnified by a crystal in Tragga that shoots a beam that can oblivicate an entire mountain. That should be enough for this Umi-zaki phantom demon from space.” Said the quarky Yoriitomo-sama the gnome inventor. “We need to faced a anserw to the disappearance of the Shadow Fade and goods that came from Tragga. There is high power cells created by Dwarven engineers and if we can’t find it.” Said Tokugawa-sama. “We will assist the main force that will attack first. I have expertise in dealing with the Shadow fade, his darken flash made from abberittions from another from another universe is consumed by me. I drink the blood of the Shadow Fade. The Necro-energy in the Shadow Fade causes me to go into a frezy like a troll or Werewolves, I need only the seclusion of myself to let the enraged Demon’s soul dissipitate into the bloodstream of my heart.” Said Greygoose. “That is very informative, so when the Shadow Fade is weaken you absorb the black blood into your vampiric fangs.” Said Seika-san the Rotweiller.

“Braggin’s Greygoose, the hero of legendary folklore, the most romantic and guardian of Gorum, you are the salivation of Gorum.” Said Tokugawa the blue eyed Husky. “If that is all gentlemen, I would like to retire for the night. The performance is taken a lot of my breath.” Said Greygoose the bald Sithamma vampire with the chin braid. “My husband and I have to spend the night together in bed from the ceremonial dance. He purpose to me and there was fireworks. His bedchambers tonight will be loud so please don’t interrupt us.” Said the jovial wife of Greygoose. “Aye, Hagglecoin-san. A hundred cherry blossoms dance upon your love making san. Tonight. Cat Gorum stars align the castle of your love making.” Said Tokugawa-san. “Goodnight, Samurai Kobolts. Sleep and let the ferry upon the sky guide your ship’s journey in your slumber.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin being a fluzie with the Kobolts. …

… The furnished room filled with quilts and pillows upon the Shinigami floor. The two made love underneath the quilt Urumi-togo. They made love underneath a see through sheen, a transparent cloth showing the image of their bodies underneath the star light sky. Hannah gasped with pleasure from Greygoose’s two hundred pound physique. After the two made love Hannah Hagglecoin was exhausted and she layed in Greygoose’s arms. Her eyes barely open. “Hannah Hagglecoin my hair of so many years. The boundries between man and vampire separate our love. You would like more children with me one day Hannah. Love is a eternity of being bound to each other’s soul. You never age grow sick. Only the light from the sun may burn away your undead flesh forever. You will never hunger or drink liquids ever, all that you have ever know about the finest foods will wisp into the Shadows of Vampiric bonage. Will you leave that all for me, Hannah Hagglecoin in his lap.

“I left the comfort and safety of family and guild to be with you Jojo. I almost died countless times in our ventures together. I knew you when we were children, I would leave anything in this world for you. Even my humanity.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Then tonight you will undergo Vampiro stigmata, the transformation into a dark servent of the vampire god Vampiro. Your bond to me will be stronger, you read my thoughts and heart, you feel emotions like comion around me that seem dolt around humans. The other races of living beings, I have no feeling for. Hannah you will change tonight.” Said Jojo Sithamma. He ionately bites the neck of Hannah Hagglecoin she moan in lust at the bite upon her tender neck. Her neck leaked blood shreaking from the intrusions of the fangs of Greygoose in her neck. Her veins began to expand leaving petrusions in her of cracks of cracks and spider web in a pattern. She began to shiver and quiver from the vampiric germ that transfer into the veins of the human circulationof the heart. Once the Dark Vampiro Lord’s scriptures enter your heart. You will bond to my flesh. After I recite the spell of my vampire masters, the transformation will be complete. The wind began to whisper words from a incantation of the underworld. The whispers sounded like the ghost stood upon the incomidiated Hannah chanting something foreign to her ears. Greygoose pulled a piece of cloth hidden in his sash above, in his upper mantle. The language was a language derived from the vampire popes of castle Mount Mundore. “Sapientisimo. Divino, Mana. Vampirsismo. Bond the soul of my vampire servent into my vampire heart. Lazurisiso of Necromedico, baptize my servant into religion of Vampiro.” Chant Greygoose The Crusauder Knight. A red aura illuminated from Hannah Hagglecoin’s eyes and mouth and her spirit transferred into the mouth of Greygoose. His fangs shown the vampire hunger of his dark levitated and began to spirit of Hannah Hagglecoin entered his mouth and into his heart. Her body levitated and began to spin over a pentagram, the spinning was uncanny and the quilt Urumi-Togo blew over and she collapsed upon the floor. “Hannah, my mistress of the darkness. Your love will be with me in ever love. No force of emotion or human feeling like jealously or rage can separate our bond. Our love is immortalized by a vampire religion that curse us to feed upon

the living. It’s not so bad love, I fight the evil in my heart constantly.” Said Greygoose. “Your heart and emotion. I can feel everything you feel for me since you were living. You are now apart if my spirit. When you perish I die love. Jojo Sithamma I hope that we bare more children. I hope that our family live wealthy and prominent.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Rest well love. When the vampire disease spread and make you a whole vampire, your eyes will change into a red blood color of the Tora Magna Carta of Vampiro. When you fully recover your body and powers are stem from my vampire Dark powers. Be weary love of the Shadow Fade’s blood that circulate in my blood stream.” Said Greygoose. Her eyes drizzled with blood crimson vampire blood and she leaned and Greygoose kissed upon her pinkish lips. Her blood hair with the blood painted a beautiful canvas of vampire romance. “Love that stem from the Crusader Knight Greygoose Jojo Sithamma is love that exceed the normal life of humanity.” Said Greygoose resting across from Hannah Hagglecoin…

Chapter # 6

Ra’ Shora and the Aqurian War

The calm blue skies was so different from the vampire country across the bridge of Dru’ Laza. The Everwinter night was different from the sunny skies and beach of Aqurius. Sea gulls flew and hermit crabs align the beach, starfish layed in the sand of the Aquarian beach front. The city of Aquris. The sentry towers had sea shells, starfish and barnacle from a ship’s hull stuck upon the sentry tower’s foundations. The city of Aqurius was surrounded by giant hermit crabs that hid in the sand to pounce on prey that intrude on the city’s peaceful order. A small band of small band of covert operatives remained camouflage in the sand and moved swiftly along the beach front. Sea slugs began to gather somewhere along the city’s market place sensing something among the stir of the ocean’s breeze. The ocean spoke a language to the sea creatures and the “Merman Aqurian Order.” A Aquatic distruption is a magnetic current that is sensed upon the ocean’s surface by a force of clairvoyance. The port city was next to a giant Nauticus that spined into a point into the sky. There stood with a magical septer. The invisible band of lizards sneak upon the beach of the port city of Aquarius. “(Gurgle) The transmitter in the ocean’s floor was warning us of an occurancessss, coming in our direction.” Said the Aquatic Order constables in steel and sea shells. “(Gurgle) I feel something is coming toward us. I know not what to do ‘ssss, ssss.” Said the Aquatic Order constable with humanoid face and fins upon his face. “(Gurgle) Let is warn of the danger to the giant hermit crabs, they defend the outer foundations of the Aquatic Order. We will investigate the occurrence of the intruders.” Said the Aquatic Order captain with the beard and fins upon his white pinkish blubber. “(Gurgle) You first Tidus, go and gather some Merman, me and captain Trident

will go scout the perimeter.” Said The clean cut Merman with the green fins upon his blubber skin. “(Gurgle) I bought the first round of seaweed flavored vodka. If you don’t tell me what I want to hear I will tell your secretssss.” Said the bald clean cut Merman with fins upon his face. “What is that Tidus?” Said The Merman with the green fins upon your face. “You sleeping with captain Trident’s daughter. Tidus you conniving sea snake, you go gather the Merman. And put haste in your feet.” Said The bald Merman with the green fins and humanoid face. “You mischievous manatee, I will smite your head onto my trident when we are off patrol duty.” Said the captain Merman with the heavy white beard. The Captain slapped the back of his fickly blubbery head and Tidus fell then ventured forth to gather the Merman. While the city was in high alert, the invisible lizard’s in silence crept into the city’s border climbing the walls. The lizards waited in an alley behind a Drunken Tavern filled with Drunken Merman stumbling about. The sea shell Nautilus’s horn blew and the loud vibrating sound alerted everyone in the town. The sea shell indicated that the queen Mermaid was coming from the Underwater city of Poseidon Tridius. The queen was named Ariel and she stood upon a throne being hoisted by a brigade of merman. A platoon of Slug mounts and a patrol of hermit crabs followed the queen Ariel. She approached a podium and gave a speech to the adjourning Merman Aquarius public. “(Gurgle) Citizens of Aquarius, the city has had a decline in electric power due to the robberies in caravans in capital of Aquarius. There has been reports that caravans been robbed by bandits from unknown assailants. The electric power by natural resources from cross breeding Aquatic slugs with Electric slugs to give accelerations to the Electric slugs to give acceleration to the Electric slug’s out put in electricity, therefore enhancing the power Aquarius.” Said The Queen Ariel of Tridus and Aquarius.” Said The Ariel of Posiden Tridus and Aqurius. The Merman Order of Aquarius gathered around the center of the market place

and the stumbling group of captain Trident’s Platoon conversed. “There is the Queen. She has speech about the Electro Hybrid Slug. I, urk (Gurgle).” Said Tidus the Green Fin Faced Merman. (Pzzzzf.)(Foom!) A black interstellar transmitter gave a beacon that transmitter gave a beacon that transmitted a signal towards a galactic radio sonar receiver. “Vas Modem Ya. Vas Modem Ya!” Screeched the Black Shadow Fade with the Oil Motar like face. The black Shadow Fade creature impaled his aquatic obstacle in his chest with an upward spear like spire, the black spire came out his chest out his back. The creature then (Gurgled) and screamed to his demise. Then captain Trident spun his Trident and did a spin maneuvers with a stab hitting the Shadow Fade lacerating his jaw spewing the black liquid mortar like substance into the Aquarian market’s stone road. “(Gurgle) Spread out and make a perimeter around the Dark creature. Give me aid Aquarian Order. Said Captain Trident with the Trident spear. The Shadow Fade’s liquid body began to mend and the Shadow Fade slashed the Merman leader across his gills and his throat gasped for air. The invisible group of culprits trotted forward in mounts of chameleons that was invisible to the Aquarians fish eyes. They came at speeds like a caravan of Clydesdale stampeding gravel as they came. The wagon behind the cobbled road. “Hurry, meatbag and slay those fishes, penetrates their defense around the Electric Sea slug and help carry the cumbersome thing onto the wagon!” Screamed thing onto the wagon! “Screamed the eldest Hydra head with the eye patch. “Calm your tongue giant worm, I can hear you!” Screamed the Sithamma undead with the half skeletal face. The gold platted Sithamma General leaped forward in a double thrust. A black portal engulfed the General and a billon lights streaked across the stars in space. The General entered worm hole and ended up in a barren land filled with black

stoned, spires that pointed towards the red sky, spires were filled with buildings filled with computerized conductors that were used to run the mechanical and the electro hallow graphic screens that lit up the dark gothic world. The screens were showing a number of battles on different planets with alien beings destroying each other. “The winds of Gorum carried me upon a realm that is morbidly different then mines. Steel mounts align the skies in this domain, I must be careful.” Said the cadaver General Vega Nomgmasith. A sudden figure alerted the General and he evaded with uncanny reflexes and the General rolled out of the coming riders. The Chamellions mounts unmounted and approached the gold armored Draconian commander. “Where have we landed Meat bag. If there is any damage upon my Electro Slug I will smite your skill ape.” Said The Hydra with the eyepatch. “Where has ye took us Meatbag. This is not our realm you realm you walking bag of bones, if you can not find is a portal. I will make zombie pot roast out of your undead hide.” Said the Hydra furthest to the left. “We must find cover Grand Salamander Hydra, before creature are known of our presence.” Said The Salamander raider next to the Hydra. “Move you dumb newt, before they trample upon hides.” Said The Hydra. The Hydra grabbed his subordinate pulled him away from the pathway of the vortex tunnel that summoned the creatures into Gorum. A dozen Shadow Fade creatures hop into the spiraling portal and wisped into the world of Gorum. “Let us find refuge into this hut over here. No one is made aware of our position.” Said General Nomgmaseth. The Draconian band of raiders stumbled into a tavern filled with bright lights and Holographic images of female exotic aliens dancing on a stage. The precussion drums and techno gothic synthedic violins, played a tune that was not of Gorum’s time and age. The culture of Purgatory G6 was advance to the primitive minds of the Salmander species. The smell of ale, whine, brandy, vodka, whisky and beer filled the air in the Succubus’s Stilleto. The room lights inside the alien gothic explicit night club, was beyond any Inn or brothel in

Grammel and Gorum. A species of Aquatic aliens with tentacles on their heads was dancing provocatively on an alien crafted table. The table had angles and curves chisled by laser cutting tools to craft the finely sculptured skulls and other demonic symbols that was symbolic to the demon’s culture. The Demon Reaver’s fashion was that of a post apocalyptic world filled with odd and vulgar leather. Trench coats with production mitts and hair doo’s perverse from their dark demonic ancestry. Their culture was modern and speech was sophisticated compared to the primitive species of Gorum. The zombie general came upon a bar keep filled with pyro technic flames that spewed constantly to keep the Demon Reaver’s body at room tempreture. The Demon Reaver’s needed the hot flames to sustain their Demonic Blood from diluting from the cooler temperatures. “Demonic Dark Friend, what kind of establishment is this. What do you serve here. What is this location?” Said The Zombie General with the accent. “Mavlik ya Modem vas utherz slag, Tjojrn Malijnorn Pagin. Vas Yojrnin teether Brink.” Said The Demonic bar keep with the black leather googles and inventor mechanic gloves. human tongue. I notice you Neanderthals can’t speak the Demon Reaver language of Purgatory-66. I can’t sell you this translation device for ten thousand credits from the lives you have stolen in your home world. Let me use my scanner on you to see if you virgin murders have any kills.” Said the queer dressed man in elaborate leather with the latches and thongs on his leather jerkins. The queer dressed man from another solar system scanned the Draconain brigade with a x-ray devise that scanned the number of Electro magnetic pulse that pulse that dissipated from the hands of the Draconian Salamanders. A number came upon a the hi-tech soul vaporizing device. The number was so amazing that the queer arms dealer cackled. “By the stars in Quadrant Omega Halo’s 7’s space ark. I have no idea you carbon Drones came from but, you have much business with me.” Said the queer dressed man in a polyester electric retardant overcoat with ribbons giggled at the buyers. “What are you doin Meatbag. If you don’t hurry up and sell me the trinkets I will

hack you into griffon broth.” Said the eldest Hydra with the eyepatch. “Hurry up meatbag and sell me that pile of junk or I swear your limbs into bone bag soup.” Said the second eldest head next to the leader head. “Your clothes are wealthy like that of an aristocrat. You came from a different land then ours, I am tell you that the coin that purchased your threads are welsh beyond my realm.” Said General Nomgmaseth. “Sell me those trinkets Meatbag and be quick about it, how many souls do you think I have attained in my archaic scales?” Said the leader Hydra with the harsh raspy voice. “This device is a device that transfer your primitive tongue into the language of the Demon Reavers, the harmonic vocals in your escofogius is transfixed into a sound the Demonic Reavers. Can pick up in their eardrums. But, anyway, whoever you explorers maybe, you have the cost and, you are welcome to shop again at “The Demon’s Pawnshop.” I own the pawn shop on Armeggedon st. In west Purgatory.” Said the Queery inventory clerk. The Draconian band attached the device onto his tongue, the device spawned into a spider and crawled into the Draconian’s maw then punctured the salamander’s tongue, the device spawned into a spider and crawled into the Draconian’s maw then punctured the salamander’s tongue and soldered itself like a microphone into a circuit board. The Draconian band gathered around the barkeeps and asked some question about the Gothic Forsaken Realm they lived in. “Excuse me, barkeep can you tell me about this world Purgatory-66. What is the orgin of this realm. What created this world?” Said General Vega. “Stinkin’ Homosapien ape. What gave you the audacity to approach my Dark Bar Humanoid worm. Give my some undead life source and I will tell the tomes you want to know carbon drone.” Said the red face devil horned Demon bar tender with the goggles and overcoat. “Scan my soul Demon heathen, speak fast or my price will alter depending tell me. What about the Demon Reavers. Tell me some information on the Demon Reavers?” Said the General with the soft spoken orient Sithamma accent.

“Yeah alright. You carbon Imps got the creds I need. Whatever world you sloths came from you get plenty of souls. My name is Bonegrinder Big Bear, I was born n’ East Armeggeden St. My papa was gooney who worked for the Demon La Coroney family. They spawned the first generations of Demon inventors that created the first Demon Reaver company. The company made tha’ first Punisher. My Family was like royalty until their was an inside dispute that killed my papa. Boney Big Bear was his name what else you got.” Said Bonegrinder Big Bear with the leather googles. “Demon, what is the creator that made the Demon Reavers. What Dark magic spawned the source of the Demon Reavers. Tell the accent tomes and the text that made your ancestors.” Said The Hydra with a eye patch. “How do you summon a portal back to our home world.” Said the second chest next to the leader head with the harsh voice. “Grand lizard, keep our home world in secrecy we know not of their motives in our home world.” Said General Vega Nomgmaseth. “Good thinking Meat bag. If they know our defense of Ra’ Shora they will be avenged and offered.” Said the youngest Hydra on the far left. “Look it here! You Carbon drones talkin’ somethin’ queery, if you got somethin’ to say my face. Say it.” Said The Bartender Bonegrinder Bugbear with the vulgar accent. “We have more better things to discuss. Tell me about the Demon Reavers.” Said the General Vega Nomgmaseth. “The first angel that was banished from Quadrant Omega Halo 7. Was the Demonic Angle Luci’fer Blackwings. He had battled the crazy Halo Angles o’ Omega Halo 7. The Arch Angle Micheal Gabriel banished the Angle over a dispute among Angle factions. He was Tolbert Holywater lost the battle that shook the fabric of space in the big dipper in the sky. That’s how my fellow imps do business. What ya’ wanna’ drink buddy.” Said the Demon Reaver Bartender. “We will be leaving Demon. Your maw has helped is greatly, we shall take exit now.” Said The Hydra leader with the eyepatch. “Meatbag, come and let us exit before I smite your skull.” Said the second

youngest to the far right. “Do not rush me ye overgrown Gecko. Or my blade will turn ye into lizard boats.” Said General Vega with the half skeleton face from decomposition and rotting. “Meatbag calm yerself. Ye stinkin’ hide reek of fungai and swamp mess. Let us venture out upon the town. May the scales of Ra’ Shora bless you Demon barkeep.” Said the tender Hydra with the eye patch. “May the flames o’ purgatory heat y’all departure.” Said Bonegrinder Bug bear. The Draconian marauders left the night club of the Succubus’s Stiletto. The sky was crimson filled with armored transporters driven by Demon Reavers pedestrians and light. That blink in intervals controlled the airspace. The Draconian marauders journeyed forth into Purgatory…

…The city of Aquarius was under siege by an indestructible force of Shadow Fade. The underwater base of Poseidus Tridant was on full alert. The Merman Aqurian Order, the (MAO) was on high alert riding on Sea Slug mounts firing leeches upon the Shadow Fade. They bite upon the Shadow Fade like pirahannas or shark having a feeding frenzy. The Queen Ariel was standing in front of the Electro Slug. The giant slug generator was a precious utility to energize the electricity in the city of Aquruius. The Queen stood with her proton composite bow with a electric notch, the arrows were electron made of steel, tin and copper with cyber optic wires to increase the speeds of the arrows. Queen Ariel wore shoulder pads made of sea shells and her bow contained sea shells like her armor made of mithril and natural resources enchanted by mana. The Shadow Fades leap in formation falling by the shafts the Queen was volleying, downing the Shadow Fades like quails being pelted by arrows from hunters. “Give me aid Aqurian Order, all MAO officers put a box formation around the Shadow creatures and keep them from the Electro Slug. If they steal our generator in the city, the city will be without electricity and be covered in darkness. Do not let them near the Electro Slug. Stand firm Mermen!” Said Queen Ariel commanding her forces. “Aye, Queen Ariel!” Shouted a brigade of (MAO) forces stabbing in the

frontline of the Shadow Fade. The Shadow Fade hack and cleave constantly chopping merman in pieces. Mermen fired lightning bolts and slug leech cannon balls pelting the liquid indestructible Shadow Fade. Spears were thrown from the Mermen, the Shadow Fade’s black liquid flesh absorbed the Merman’s spears taking minor damage. Mermaids fired a volley of constant lightning bolts and ice hail that froze the black creatures. The Shadows Fade came in a constant windmill of hacks and slashes shearing Aqutic Sea Shells and coral reef combined with the panging of mithril. The Shadow Fades froze and battled while ice was freezeing their liquid bodies. They crashed into the (MAO)’s defense shattering into a millon pieces of onyx jewels. In moments the creatures liquify and formed into a solid and morphed back into the horrifying abomination. The Shadow Fade broke the Merman Aqurian Order’s front line and hack their gills with black claws of demon flesh hard as mithril and steel. The Queen Ariel stood in a carriage in front of the Electro Slug firing an infinite amount of Electron arrows that exploded the Shadow Fade’s charge on the carriage. “Give me Aid Aqurian Order. Make haste before they approach me!” Said the Aqurian shores were mounts that rode as fast as ponies. But were slower then stallions and Clydesdales. Sea Horses spouted acidic that melted steel and ore. The sea horses and mermen riders came and impaled the Shadow Fades with pikes spewing acid onto the Shadow Fade. The Shadow Fade hissed like snakes being stepped upon and lashed at the air shredding the air like a sickle to wheat. “Acid is the creature weakness. My queen, acid is the creature’s weakness!” Shouted a calvary rider. The queen heard the response from the Sea Horse Calvary knight. She looked upon her surroundings and fount a Sea Horse sitting by its lonesome. She ran away from the carriage about ten stride towards a tavern. She mounted the standing mount and tucked her fins upon her feet in a sitting position and pulled the spade bit tugging at the Sea Horse’s spade bit. The sea horse slid underneath a caravan like a snake. The Queen Ariel was sliding from underneath the caravan and fired a number of volley with the sea horse’s nose spewing acidic phlegm at the Shadow Fade. Two were pelted in the head with aim like a ranger elf, the two that were pelted, their heads imploded like debris from boulders avalanching from a mountain top. A Shadow Fade came forth with a curving hook slash at the queen’s flank. She maneuvered her Sea Horse and slid into a slide firing a volley of Acidic phlegm in a 360 spin spewing acid downing three Shadow

Fades. The Shadow Fades disintegrated their black liquid flesh into a wisp of dew into the sky. The Shadow Fade regrouped and smashed the Queen Ariel at her flank, the Queen fell and rolled out of projectiles thrown from the Shadow Fade. The Shadow Fade catapulted a number of broken caravans and wood particles at the Queen. The Shadow Fade marauders came and picked up the heavy anvil like Sea Slug. The Shadow Fade sent a transmitter towards the home world of its original starting point. The five that survived the Queen’s Sea Horse hoisted the Electro Slug generator and carried it towards the center of the Aqurian city. A black portal cyclone in the middle of the city’s market. The Shadow Fade leapt in haste into the vortex and the Electro Slug generator disappeared with them into the portal. The Aquarian city dwindled down from the anarchy of the Demon Fade’s pillage. The Mermen and mermaids lay in pieces of severed fish like salmon cooked soup. The Aquarian city had the (MAO) soldiers pick up the injured and aid, the Merman Aqurian Order called to Poseidon Tridus calling for aid. The Queen got up from her sprawled position and gave words to ease the suffering of the battle that occurred. She raised her hands to get the damaged city’s attention. “Mermen and Mermaids of Aqurius. A tide of darkness has swept the shores of Aqurius, civilians of Aquarius. MAO order will follow the evidence and these Shadow creatures into their home world. We will retrieve our Electro Slug Generator. Be ready for the tide of war, the Undertow of the invasion in our city will come to retaliation on their home world. Be advised.” Said the Queen Ariel in her clam shell mithril armor. A brigade of Merman Aqurian Order Soldiers came and strategized with the Queen. “Queen Ariel, we have not the technology to trace these infidels. We need the help of Gnomish constables and Dwarven bounty hunters to hunt those intruders. Do you want me to send word to Tragga and Tinkers town of Ra’ Shora.” Said The Merman Aqurian Order Soldiers. “Send a notice in secrecy. If the other city’s know of our culprits, they will come and pillage us from our flank. We have precious sea gems from the ocean’s floor.” Said the Queen Ariel. “We will send a scouter as soon as possible.” Said another Merman Aqurian soldier.

“Merman and Mermaids of Aqurius and Poseiden Tridus, gather all soldiers and investigate the causes and why hostile raiders stole our generator slug. Tell all covert operatives in Poseiden Tridus, gather all soldiers and investigate the cause and why they raided our generator slug. Tell all covert operatives in Poseiden Tridus to be on full alert, tell their commanding officer that the Queen needs council with all MAO operatives in Aqurius and the underwater fortress. That is all.” Said Queen Ariel…

Chapter # 7

The Investigation of Fuji-Hills

The hover craft train was a mechanical mount that carried engers like a wagon or a merchant’s transport. The steel plated mount was operated by steam powered proton fusion using gems from Tragga and circuit and boards that transferred electricity to a gem with lazers. The lazers heated water to make steam that ran the sprockets and spindles that moved the motor inside the mechanical mount. The sound of engines buzzing like bee’s in a bee hive was tranquil to the ears of the two vampire Crusader Knights. The Everwinter night of Gorum was a white speckle of frosty beautiful flakes from the skin of the gods. “Hannah Hagglcoin. What do you feel now that you are a vampire my wife. Has the ion of blood thirst come among your vampire mouth yet love. Do you need some blood yet. I have this canteen of blood from merchants called the blood wine company. It has been aged with alcohol vodka for thirty years. Would you like to toast with me love?” Said Greygoose smiling at Hannah Hagglecoin. “Jojo. I love you more than words and emotions can transpire. The hunger for blood has me feeling a bit famished. Pour me a cup your fancy wino’s alcohol so I be a drunken mistress. The town drunk you make a fool out of. I might be investigating our Shadow Fade and he’ll stumble upon me spilling my belly onto the floor. Will you aid me love?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin jesting with Greygoose. “I’ll help you love. I’ll put my arms around you and squeeze more innards onto the stone. Then we will roll around like a hog in mud. You can be my babe that I can carry upon my shoulder like William was when he was a toddler.” Said Greygoose laughing at his comical gestures. The Crusader Knights poured a cup of blood wine and toasted on their wedding

proposal. Greygoose watched her sipping on her blood wine and a bit leaked upon her chin. Greygoose came forward and kissed her while blood was dripping upon her face. They kissed ionately and then they laughed. “Roof, roof. Calm yourself, you two kissing is making me feel like two dogs in heat. The canine kennel is on Topapungi street. If you two need a map I can draw you one on some papyrus paper. I need to go to the driver’s cockpit.” Said Seika-san the Rotweiller with the samurai armor and Polanko enchantments. “Annoying our regent guest with our romantic gestures. You need to go lick your wife a few times in her face Seika-san. As old as you are in dog years. Being aroused by young vampires kissing in the midnight, shameful hound.” Said Greygoose Sithamma laughing in his Crusader’s armor. The pair began to chuckle about the jovial comments made by Greygoose the leader, the Crusader Knights enjoyed each others company while Seika-san left to the cockpit. “Hannah you when we first met, the little puppet theater near the market place. You the war between Merman and the Gorum Royal Knights. Hannah your beautiful blue eyes are the most captivating eyes I ever seen. The hands of fate brought us together love, your heart will be bound to my heart forever love.” Said Greygoose the Crusader Knight in his Black and Grey plate and Polanko cybernetic enhancements. Hannah kissed him again upon his lips. She became under the influence and laughed at the mental image of Greygoose whom wore ragged and dirty silk Sithamma clothes. She ed his high pitch chipmonk voice. “You had the most adorable voice, you have had so much growth with me love. You became so intelligent and clever. Just like your uncle Nevel Nimblefoot and Alabaster Shifthand. Their persona will be apart of you forever love.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin smiling. “Yeah. My father and mentor use to say, young squire, when ye reach my age. Love is a treasure chest that has many coins and diamonds, as a rogue, those diamonds can prick you like thorns diamonds can prick you like thorns on a rose. Albaster Shifthand, my father and mentor. The most Heroic rogue I ever met! Cried Greygoose Sithamma.

“You will be missed!” Cried Greygoose in tears that scalded his face to the skull. “Jojo those people are a constant reminder in your tribulations in life. Jojo Sithamma. My lover of so many years. So many fond memories, so many ionate nights. Come and let me hold you close Awwweee, let me hold you when your burdens is heavy, when your heart is in pain my love.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin holding Jojo Sithamma’s head close to her shoulders. “I thank you love. But, enough of this trivial jargon. We need to discuss the where abouts of the Shadow Fade. The Fuji-Hills is right beyond those mountains. There, look Hannah.” Said Greygoose Sithamma pointing at the high stairway towards the Fuji-Hills. “I see it. The mountain is beautiful, snow as white as opel pearl. Look at the giant cherry blossoms that grow upon the snow upon the mountain top. Where do you think this Shadow Demon is hiding.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “I have no idea at this point, but where ever this Shadow Fade is. It is near by.” Said Greygoose the Crusader Knight. The hover mount came to a halt and the vehicle was harassed underneath the pathway under the Fuji-Hills…

… The mourning of the everwinter night of Rin-Tin was better then it had ever been. The mourning’s bamboo tea made the air taste better to the nose and tongue of the Shitsu Terrier Kobolt. The new orphan among the miners was quiet, but enthused about his position as the miner in Musashi’s orphanage. The operation was noisy like clanging of pots and pans, like a blacksmith’s smithery. The mines was a workman’s shop filled with drilling and robotic hammers ran by the Polanko Hammerthine company with miner suits made for drilling. These suits look like the suits were as big as titans, the suits were made to be controlled manually like a steed or a mount. They had controls with handles and a wheel for driving like the sky mounts made of steel. The pug head miner was Ozuma and he was directing the rest of the orphans with the open cockpit of his miner suit. “Everybody take heed n’ give me yalls ear. This here is Jubei Yaggyu, he’s a new fella. His moma n’pa’ disappeared or something. But, you wanna know how to

operate his thing pally. I am a show you Jubei how to operate this machine. You ready or what?” Said Ozuma the pug with the cloth twisties around his headband. “Alright, show me how its done.” Siad Jubei Yaggyu the Shitzu Terrier. “Look it here pally. This what you got to do, you got to pull this lever and the giant miner goes forward. This wheel is like a navigators wheel on a ship. Use this lever right here to control the drill on the arm to drill. This other lever, move the open arm is used to operate’ the left arm. That’s all. Give it try pally.” Said Ozuma the pug miner. “Alright puggy-kun. I came to work puggy-kun thanks for the job. If you need me to work extra, I’ll do it to for some rice dumplings.” Said Jubei Yaggyu in his worker’s uniform. “Don’t worry about it pup. If you need work I got it for you pally.” Said Ozuma the pug. Jubei Yaggyu the new worker hopped into the cockpit and pushed down on the peddle on the cockpit’s floor. The mechanical miner is used as a standing mount to operate the miner machine. “Oh, no. Iam going to crash.” Said Jubei Yaggyu. “Push the break Jubei, its next to the leg peddle.” Said Ozuma the pug miner. The machine collided with rock and the miner with the steel arms put his arms up to hinder the crash. The machine balanced its self and moved backwards on its legs and stopped in its tracks. “I see puggy-kun this lever on the bottom is used to go and the other one is used to stop. I am ready to work puggy-kun lets move.” Said Jubei Yaggyu the Shitzu terrier in his uniform licking his nose. “Alright. Jubei get to work. I’ll see you later.” Said Ozuma the Pug. The mechanical miners drilled in a location fifty strides into the cave towards a culdasack that had rare metals. The mithril manufactured the mithril for the suits of armor for Gorum and Tragga. The mining was like a rhythm of drilling,

smiting and picking, the sound was like clockwork to the constant beat of a composer’s drum. The mines was filled with karts and railroad tracks for transporters to come and carry the mithril load back to the orphanage. Jubei rode his mechanical suit towards Ozuma the Pug and opened his cockpit’s wing. The large switch opened his cockpit’s wing. The large dome like hemelt opened and Jubei the Shitzu terrier with the fawn and black fur and stringy leaped out. “Ozuma-san, what happened in your life that brought you to master Musashi’s orphanage?” Said Jubei Yaggyu in his adorable worker’s gi. “My papa was a drunk carpenter who use to fix homes for a livin’. He use to beat me and my mama-san when he was drinkin’. My mama-san found a new husband and paid a ronin to rob the coin poutch of my papa. The ronin killed my papa and my moma. They both were killed by the ronin, after that I had no place to stay. Rin-Tin be no place for somebody wit’ out a job n’ food. What about you pally.” Said Ozuma the Pug miner. “A can’t believe it Puggy-Kun. My moma and papa-san were wealthy traders that traded goods to people in Tragga and Gorum. My moma and papa-san disappeared one day and never saw them again. My moma cooked the best Teriyaki rice bowl and ramen in the world. I haven’t seen her in weeks I, I, never been without my mama-san for long.” Cried Jubei Yaggyu the Shitzu with tears streaming down his fur. “Be strong pally. When I was yer’ age I was fightin’ goblins in these caves tryin’ to figure where the mithril deposit was gonna be at. Don’t worry about it bub, just you got pals here.” Said Ozuma the pug with the twist band head cloth. The engine of the miner machine turned off because of guest that were interrogating the miners in the rear. The miner machine’s cockpit ajared. They kobolts and they talked to the armor platted soldiers. The pug miner Ozuma turned around and noticed the soldiers. “Get a look at that Jubei. Those is Crusader Knights, those elite band o’ vampire wom’ bats are top government agents o’ Gorum. What are those fancy pants Knights doin in here in the first place. I bet its somethin’ to do with the Shadow creature attacking the dojo.” Said Ozuma the pug. “What are Crusader Knights puggy-kun. They look like walking tin cans making

all the ruckus around the mines.” Said Jubei Yaggyu trying to act stern like Ozuma. “Quit tryin’ to be like me pally. You ain’t good at tough guy impersonations. Yer more like a sassy gassy pally. So quit playin’ around.” Said Ozuma laughing at Jubei Yaggyu. “What you talkin’ about Puggy-Kun, I am tough like a troll ogre, wait until you see me in battle. I got all kind of flamboyant spin roundhouses Jubei. Said Jubei Yaggyu doing comical gestures at the pug miner. “Ha,ha,ha. Funny Jubei, lets go see what they want.” Said Ozuma the pug. The two pilot their machine towards the Crusader Knights and stopped their vehicles in front of the two Gorum agents and the soldiers of Tokugawa the vanguard of the retainers also came. They conversated about the accident involving the Shadow creature. The Crusader Knights began to interrigate about the shadow creature. “There is evidence. In this cave with the use of this device. I can see the slime the Shadow Fade left behind. The evidence is clearly directed towards the cave’s floor. I know the creature hid in this tunnel and liquify into a large constrict. After the creature left, look at my Infrared forensic tracking device made by the capitol’s top inventors that track the foot prints upon the cave’s floor. The creature is made of a liquid from the phantom of a Shadow Fade and it left a trail from it’s sludge. The trial enters here and it exit somewhere around this cave.” Said the muscular short Sithamma man with the plate armor. “I seen an explosion thrown right after the constables threw a planes shifter bomb. After the creature exploded the remains cascaded upon the floor like oil from a torch dripping upon the floor. After that I never seen the Shadow creature again.” Said a Kobolt Pomeranian miner. I, I, believe that the creature is within a mile perimeter, what do you believe Greygoose. Oh, by the way you are so cute Kobolt, let me touch your fur.” Said the blonde haired vampire in black plate steel. The blonde Crusader Knight pulled on the cheeks of the Pomeranian miner in the mithril mine.

“Rooo, Rooo. Thanks my lovely vampire guest.” Said the Pomeranian miner. “What seems to be the problem pally?” Said Ozuma the pug miner in the blackish worker’s uniform. “We are looking for the romains of a creature from an alternate plain. Do you have any information on the location of the Shadow Fade.” Said Greygoose the bald Crusader Knight with the mustash and single braided beard. “I seen the creature die a week ago. After that I neva’ seen it again. Who are you guys anyway?” Said Ozuma the pug miner. “My name is Jojo Sithamma Greygoose. I am a Crusader Knight from Gorum, I serve under the ruler of the capitol in Mount Mundore, under King Silf Mundore. My partner is Hannah Hagglcoin.” Said Greygoose introducing himself. “Roof, Roof. I am the chief retainer Seika Swarijira. You know who I am loyal servant.” Said Seika-san the Rottweiler in Polanko Hammerthine armor with the circuit cyber optic lights coursing through his samurai Kenji armor. The pug miner pulled Jubei to the floor to bow. “Yes my lord. We are your humble servents.” Said Ozuma the pug whom remained bowing with Jubei. “We need you two help scout the area my loyal servant, bring your drilling machines incase of a confrontation between the Shadow Fade.” Said Seika-san the chief retainer. “We must hurry my orphans, a carriage mount is awaiting our arrival.” Said Minamoto Musashi the Buchan Kobolt. The entourage of Kobolts and Crusader Knights leaped upon a hover craft that hovered over the floor of the snow around Fuji-Hills. The heavily armed brigade of Crusader Knights and Rin-Tin samurai pulled machines with Infrared light that picked up heat sources from the floor of the Fuji-Hills. The light was Forensic light made by constables of Gorum and Tragga to track down creatures from another plain and robberies escaping into another plain and robbers escaping into another dimension. The hover crafts scanned the foot prints of the

Shadow Fade into a divide in the mountains. The trail was foot prints and a trail of phantom demon blood that drizzled from the injured Demon Fade. The Demon Fade’s footprints lead to a divide and a trail among the cliffs. The cliffs had pathways that connected into a road into the mountain of Tragga, the Tragga Dwarves traded with the Kobolts. The Demon Fade’s trail lead towards a small hole the size of a Ra’ Shora Aribian Mole. The Aribian Mole is a rodent marsupial that dug into the Fuji-Hills from the cold snow of Gorum. “We arrived at the end of the trail. We believe the creature morphed into a puddle then escaped upward towards this Aribian Mole’s tunnel.” Said the piolet of the Rin-Tin Hoover Craft. “All Kobolts that serve the retainer Seika Swarijira. We believe the Shadow Fade is in these mountains toward the trail into the trading path that is apart of Tragga. Investigate the surroundings and give me a briefing on what you find Kobolts.” Said Seika Swarijira. “Yes sir!” Said the band of Kobolts in unison. The hoover craft carriage was large enough to transport the mineing machines that were used to dig up ore. The mineing machines now were used to assist with the investigation of the Shadow Fade. “Gorum Crusader Knights take the front. You vampires mages contain more mana then the Rin-Tin Samurai. You soldiers are in the frontline. That is all, roof, roof.” Said Seika-san the chief retainer Rottweiller in his Polanko Hammerthine Samurai model armor. “As you wish Seika-san. Crusader Knights are at your leave, may vampiro’s blood guide your journey.” Said Greygoose the Crusader Knight The hovercraft mount opened and all the metal steel mining machines unleashed its hanger moving the mining machines into the open. The soldiers did a search using the tools from the Dwarves. The Aribian Mole’s tunnel lead some where up towards the pathway to Tragga. The Tragga pathway had a stairway that lead upward. The cavern lead to some labyrinth like cave that tunneled down toward a mining area that use to be ran by Kobolt ore dig masters before were destroyed by a league of hobgoblins. The retainer turned around and talked to the vampire Crusader Knights.

“This cave was a cave mined by the Shari-Hatsu Yomo-oni. They were a clan of miners that mine this cave to move mithril to Tragga. A very profitable business until a clan of red goblins attacked and murdered the yomo-oni. The Yomo-oni were hungry Kobolt vegabonds until they opened this business of ore mining.” Said Seika-San the Rottweiller. “The yomo-oni are hungry canines that dug and found a hambone. A hambone made of red goblin bones that ate them. Doggy dog universe. The Frog upon the lily pad is eaten by a venus fly trap ironic aye. That’s some philosophy or zen Buddhist or somethin’.” Said Greygoose. “Dogg and a green lillypads. Jestered Greygoose. Sithamma. How does this relate to our persuit of the Shadow Fade.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin giggling at the Crusader Knight. “Blood Vodka has me drunken like a Dwarven hag inside a tavern made for eleven musical fat men.” Said Greygoose struken from wine. “Roof, Roof. You stink of wine and the smell of battle Greygoose-san Crusader Knight. I have no idea they lack so much class.” Said Seika-san the retainer Rottweiller. “Excuse me Seika-sama The wedding ceremony was yesterday and the festivities made we want to drink this mourning. Make haste retainer so that we may slay the Shadow Fade.” Said Greygoose Sithamma. The brigade of Kobolts and vampires searched a cave filled with cavernous pathway and snares. The awe was dark and tension filled the necks and prickled the hair of the hounds. The miner machines had their over head lights on to scout this cave for any tracks that indicate the location of the Shadow Fade. A pool of dark Shadow Fade. A pool of Dark Shadow Fade plasma spilled on the floor leading into a small hole the size of an Aribian Mole. The miners began to drill in the decrepit dark cave. The murky cave was horrifying to the Kobolt’s unnatural senses. The Shadows began to shift to reveal something in the middle of the catacomb. A rock slide collapsed and crushed the miner in the lead. The quake was like a sand storm making the vampire grunt and cough at the rocks and debris in the cave. The mechanical drill of the mining machines dug out stone and rock in the small Aribian Mole’s hole. They came upon a clearing with a small blue optic light from some unknown technology that was beyond

Gorum’s realm. The caves inner sanctum opened into a tower filled with batteries and generators connected to a transmitter that connected an uncharted universe that differ from their home world. A blue light hummed underneath the secluded lone Kobolt that stood by himself sitting on his knees crafting a puppet with a knife and a carver’s tool. “So many dolls upon my abode. The puppets are my children that defend the world. My puppets, how big you have grown like titans, like trolls that protect a treasure chest in a swampy marsh. My pups that grow into dog fighters made to fight together to their doggy graves.” Said the eccentric German Shepherd Kobolt with the monk’s beads upon his chest. The puppets upon the wall shook in an uncanny way that moved in a undead animation of terror to the human eyes. The Kobolts began to bark like a culprit around a dog house. “We have someone!” Said the Pomeranian Miner “Gather everyone at front of the lead. Defend against the Shadow Fades. Look alive soldiers!” Said Greygoose Jojo Sithamma the Crusader Knight. “Put up your shields in defense. Crusader Knight. “Put up your shields in defense. Crusader Knights!” Screamed the Hagglecoin Crusader Knight with the blonde hair. The cave was in anarchy. A black sludge tidal wave came from the blue glowing portals, channeled from a transmitter from another universe. The maelstrom washed oil motar undertow that possessed the puppets of the Kobolt. The Shadow Fades began to enter the cracks and objects of the out lining of the puppet battalion of the puppet master. The puppets began to become darkened from the Demon Reaver Fade’s machinery. The machinery turned the puppets into a goblin band of maurauders. The miniature Shadow Fades vaulted from the fixture in the cave’s wall and charged the Crusader Knight. “Get behind the shields. Kobolts give cover fire!” Screamed Greygoose Sithamma with the single chin braid and slanted red vampire eyes. “Aye, Crusader Knight. Rin-Tin samurai pull your proton crossbows and fire! Said Seika-sama the retainer of Tokugawa.

A hail of conductor bolts fired upon the Shadow Fades charging the Crusader Knights and Rin-Tin Samurai. The small Shadow Fades began to fall liquefying into dark sludge from the proton bolts. The frontline was pushed back by a force of Shadow Fade three and a half feet high. The Crusader Kite shields made from a static electric frequency to block projectiles made of melee or electrons. The kite shields are Dwarven and belonged to the Hammerthine company. The Shadow Fades hack and slash the kite shields and the vibration from the attacks shook the entire cave. The puppet master Kobolt was carving a puppet nonchalantly from the battle in the pavilion of the cave. A dark maelstrom around the puppetmaster. “Past the Fuji-Hills, into the Rin-Tin water wells, my children will change the Kobolts into savage beast! Charge my hungry siblings!” Said the eccentric Kobolts carving dolls. The puppetmaster became a statue of dark onyx made of motar. The Shadow Fade from master Musashi’s dojo grew with power from the Kobolts that were slain and eaten by the Shadow Fade. The Shadow Fade charged and kicked the Crusader Knights with a front cross kick that propelled the Crusader Knights flipping down the Fuji-Hills. The Kobolt Samurai came with a downward Bushuzaki-Slash that chopped the Shadow Fade’s arm into a bubbling puddle of oil motar. The Shadow Fade returned with a uppercut to the Kobolt’s stomach and impailed the Kobolt in the liver. “Roof. Roof, hold fast, Yoshii! Saito!” Screamed Seika-Sama the Rottweiller in blue and the cyber optic circuitry. He came with a roll underneath a downward stab crumbled the earth into a spider web. The rottweiller retainer did a spinning hack to the mid-section called, “Lion’s paw slash.” The Shadow Fade was hacked in two by the proton kitanna. The Shadow Fade torso fell upon the stone and dripped into a puddle of black motar oil. The Shadow Fade formed into solid and pole vaulted the Rotweiller retainer to the cave’s ceiling. “I am in need of aid, give me aid samurai’s” Said Seika- The Kobolt retainer. “I am coming general Seika-sama. I am Mushashi Minamoto!” Said Musashi the Bushon samurai master of the orphanage. He came with a multitude of hacks and spinning slashes and a stab that blended

the Shadow Fade into a puddle of oil motar. The puddle sent javelins of spider arachnid like tentacles that impaled the Buchan samurai like a crucifix. The Buchan Samurai began to cough blood. “The many cherry blossom I have seen with you children. I am wounded, Jampudvida Buddah guide my puppies.” Said the Buchan hound coughing his punctured lung. “Mushashi. Nooo. Master Mushashi I am comin’ boss!” Said the pug Ozuma in tears at his long time master and father. “Puggy-Kun I am coming, don’t worry friend I am coming!” Said the high pitch voice of the Shitsu. The Samurai fell upon the stone coughing out his mouth. The pug Ozuma came with the drill arm of the mining machine and scramble the Shadow Fade into oil motar. “Rrrrr. Roof, Roof. That’s my daddy bub, I got to kill you demon, roof, roof!” Said Ozuma the Pug miner in tears. The Pug miner pummeled the black motar liquid into stone and the machine’s gears began to spin and gyrate. The machine stopped from the black liquid that possessed the machine’s transmission, the machine’s body died and the miner machine collapsed. The Shadow Fade morphed into an arm and reached for the creature’s enger. The pug was lifted into the air, he curse the Shadow Fade. “Stupid Shadow. You got to die for my master bub.” Said Ozuma the Pug. “Ozuma. I am coming to save you.” Said Jubei Yagyu the little pup. The Shadow Fade was a part of the mech’s arm, the arm grabbed and began to squish the Pug’s head. The pug became incomitiated. The machine piloted by Jubei Yagyu crashed into the possessed miner machine. The machine was fallen by a punch and was launched like a catapult into the blue vortex that lead to Purgatory-66. The puppet Shadow imps battled the two standing Crusader Knights. The leader Jojo Sithamma used his proton bastard sword and hacked ten creatures in half. Hannah Hagglecoin did a ground smite and mash the creatures into liquid the two chased the Shadow Fade leader into the portal. The Shadow Fade Imps stood being immobilize by a glue created by the gnome

engineer Yorii-Tomo-san. The gnome engineer came in his genji samurai armor with the goggles over his head sucked the Shadow Fade’s liquid into a large container. The large hose was used to pull the liquid into a large container. The large hose was used to pull the liquid into the large glass beaker to contain the Shadow Fade’s mana with a magical seal upon the glass. The emboss magical wards on the glass was researched by Yorii-Tomo spells to contain Umi-Zaki demons. The Crusader Knights leaped into the portal. The Nexus was blue streaming a broad band Wifi- internet signal that scrambled DNA and transferred its containments into a Necro-data bank in Purgatory-66. The stars of the Nebula Tyrano 12 was home to the Humans and Angels of Omega Halo 7, purgatory 66, the scrab priest of Ra, planet Earon. And the portal lead to other planets in the universe. The blue portal opened a vortex into a realm unseen to the eyes of Greygoose the vampire Sithamma. The Crusader Knights tumbled from a portal flipping downward into a inn or hotel. The buildings were tall and technology advancements were visible in this new world. The new smells of food and smoke indulgent filled the air. The new sound rock music from sky transporter and the cyber lights of the buildings for promotional use was advance then on Gorum. The Crusader Knights tumbled in front of an inn or hotel on a street called Revelations street. The tall sky scraper hotel was a fancy modern building with electro fiber optic doors that burn, robbers from robbing your hotel suite. The room the Crusader Knights fell down from. The Shadow was there by itself and the Crusader Knight Greygoose pounced on him and chopped into his head. The black Shadow Fade was swallowed whole and the vampire’s stomach acids melted the Shadow Fade. Vampire stronger then Greygoose was uncommon that can control the Demon Fade’s blood. The tar like substance pumped into Greygoose’s blood stream and rage caused him to scream. “ARRRGGGHHH!” Screamed Jojo Sithamma. “Hold on tight love!” Screamed Hannah Hagglecoin. The pug miner got up from the ten paces from Greygoose. Jubei Yaggyu was a small distance from Ozuma. The two began to cough from the plummet into the Demon Reaver’s stone onyx hotel which was in Purgatory-66. The soft music that played in the background was a orchestra Carnegie Hall played by the Demon composer Music o’ Diablo. The wooden architecture rivaled anything made by tree nymph elves, Dwarves in Gorum and Dark Elves under they Gnomish city of Half Pints. A tall figure stood in front of the kneeling Crusader Knight with half his face missing.

“Son, the wind has drifted you towards my walk. You still live oh’ hero of Gorum, the hotel keep will be displeased my vampiric son.” Said a figure in gold armor. “Move along Meatbag what do we have here. Crusader Knight, vampire you still live. Watch yourself.” Said The Hydra with the eyepatch…

… A tall castle like church built from symmetrical stone made from a onyx granite, the tall center factory was a building that manufactured Shadow Demons like a bread refinery. The constant turning of mechanical stirring instrumentals that manufactured the creatures into a small mechanical box used to keep the liquid Demon Fade fresh. Demon Fade in a pack. The cost of Demon Fade on a pouch is 40,000 souls. The commercial came over the head of the front entrance on “Warlock Street.” And 65th. The commercial was a Shadow Fade toy that came out of a small container like a plastic toy. “Shadow Fade in a pack is our most sold item, sold at shops at the most cheapest prices. The bargain coupons are the head of an Earon Telebud. The small cute creatures are on demand to trade for a Nebulian Auxillery energy cell and hack prices down to 50%. That is 50%. The cost is 20,000 souls at the most liquidiated prices.” Said the lady’s voice of the commercial being shown above the building in a language different then Gorum’s homeworld. The tall refinery was like a bastilla combined with a corporate skyscraper on top of a Demon Reaver military compound. The refined renaissance bastilla was modern in the futuristic day. An office high rise stood behind a marble tile with oak mahgony wood gathered from the green planet Earon. A picture of demonic angles at a blood wine spritza. They were all Demon Angel conjurers that invented some new innovative creature that harvested souls from other planets. The Decimator computer lab top stood in front of a tann skinned Caucasian man with a chisled face and high cheekbones. His tailored trench coat overcoat with a silk suit and tie, the color coronated black pin stripe suite over white and red tie. Was the most edge cutting threads that scream professional demon angel and business savvy death merchant. He hung his overcoat on a torture rack drank a small cup of gin and goblin blood metropolotian. The laptop rang and a call came through the intercom. A small robotic figurine of a human woman with provocative screws and bolt spoke.

“Dark Arch angel Luci’fer. We have reports of a pair of unidentified life forms that entered our quadrant from a solar system that destroyed a mothership in there world. These life forms is located somewhere in Armegeddon st. I am sending some Demon bladefist and Demon Reaver officers to slay the intruders.” Said the Demonic Assisstant. “Good work Xena. After work stop by and enjoy some gin and goblin blood metropolitian and a dish of Telebudd roasted babe. Also fried mermaid on some horse rettish. Love you Xena keep up the good work babydoll.” Said the tan skinned caucasian man with the with the glowing eyes and Angel wings. He smiled. His dash of white on brown fawn brunette hair was slickback, his hair cut from a barber on Pillage Dr. was cut by a barber that could cut a tank in half. The Arch Angle spread his black wings and ventured down the lobby, past all the rich snobs in fancy name brand rich demon clothes. The night club like atmosphere bass precussions drums, orchestrated the Dark Angel’s exit music. The creator of the Purgatory Demon Planet was off charming the high heel pumps off the Dark Arch Angel brods, or trying to muscle on a demon refinery’s banking. Luci’fer disappeared into the hot evening of the planet surrounded by two suns…

Chapter # 8

Dark Priest Bennedict and his Racketeering Business

The cathedral castle of Mount Mundore was quiet from the pest that appear from giant rat holes created by ghoul vampires lurking the constructs of the fortress. The overlord Silf Mundore stood in his black plate steel with the v-neck cropping and stroking his white mane. He was looking unto his trusted family heirloom Vu’shokk. The Omnipotent Omni-sword was a prison Isle that held the spirits of the Mundore family lineage, between the world of the living and the neither plains. All the souls of Mundore’s family lineage was a sanctuary that bound the lords of Mundore. Silf Mundore spoke to the floating Island. “Great elder. The years bring rust and dull upon the ends of your blades. You old butterknief. I’ll smear margin upon your blade and spread you on a human calf. Or maybe on an Elven mistress, whatever tickle your fancy you old buzzard. Do you know any information on the pest that live in the castle’s foundries?” Said Silf Mundore the lord of the castle. “No my stupid minded vampire. Your family spat on the floor with your work ethic. You have no clue where these ghouls come from. You sent out a deed to investigate the ghouls pestilence disturbing Gorum. And you still no not of the where abouts of this being. You reek of sour rancid sputtle you ogre brain imbecile!” Said Vu’Shokk the Great Sword with the squawking buzzard like voice. “Elder Vu’Shokk you broken giant toothpick. I need not slander, old fool. I will feed you a ghoul that I found in my bed chambers. Search the whereabouts for the source.” Said Silf Mundore the who spoke to the savior of Gorum Vu’Shokk the floating greatsword. The overlord Silf Mundore pulled the legs and torso of a ghoul that was caught venturing through a hole in the bedchambers like a rat. And Silf sheared the creature in half with a hand chop from his vampire hands. He put the ghoul into

the elder sword’s mouth and the greatsword ate the ghoul. The Greatsword began to smell the air like a hound sniffing the where abouts of the vampire ghouls. “I smell the scent of brandy and gem and gold coins. The smell of perfume from a vampire showgirls and the smell of tobacco is thick, like smoke from stone and fire from a catapult. The sounds of dice rolling and roulette tables spinning is from a venue in Grammel. The city is a casino used for entertaining the pedestrians of the city. Vanquish the vampire cleric in the city, we must destroy all the vampire clerics inside of Grammel. Before they spread new hives of ghouls.” Said Vu’Shokk the steel sword. “Sleep well Great Elder. I will rest for the evening and seek guidance from you later.” Said the King Slif Mundore…

… The sound of dice hitting the green valvet table was hypnosis to the young minds of William Pickpockett Sithamma, and Miranda Fizzletwart. The sandy blonde fawn hair of William Pickpockett was combed back to impress the casino patriots. The blonde short hair of Miranda Fizzletwart hopped on William Pickpocketts arms and spun her like a dancer in a tavern. A short spell ago, the entourage of rogues traced the vampire’s vampire blood that drizzled upon the floor leading to Grammel. The rogues had a spell from the Eye’s of Gold to hunt the vampire down. The city of Grammel had merchants traders of Clydesdales, stallions and other horses. The most welsh and regal patrons rode air mounts created by Dwarven craftsman from Polinko Hammerthine Company. The city was upgraded since the first invasion by the Demon Reavers. A stone statue in the city’s market was a statue of Greygoose with Vu’Shokk in his hands pointing towards the sky. Halograms played a simulation of how the battle went in the ship of the Demon Reavers around the statue. “Miranda the coin poutches filled with gold and diamonds bring out your hair. Mirannie, the emeralds bringout the blue hue in your blue eyes. What you feel like doin’ love?” Said William Pickpockett Sithamma the son of Greygoose. “Casinos bring the most cutest stuff animals in their festival. Why don’t you go win me a cute doll or something love?” Said Miranda Fizzletwart daughterof Marcus Fizzletwart daughter of Marcus Fizzletwart the Crusader Knight.

“You throw better then me Miranda. You were exercising your flung dagger skills while I had an apple upon my head. Then you didn’t tell me you drunk off wine with your friends and flung a dagger into my arm. Ha,ha,ha. I couldn’t rinse my bum for a week. Ha,ha,ha.” Said William Pickpockett Sithamma the spitting image of his mentor the leader of the Eyes of Gold. “Ha,ha,ha. I that day love that was our first semester at Robin Zorro. You that. You came in a troll costume for the costume festival. Some of the kids thought you were a real troll and attacked you. You were knocking the little gnomes into the air like juggler balls. Ha,ha,ha!” Said Miranda Fizzletwart the blonde short hair girl. The band of rogues met under the shrimp platter table near the crap table. The shrimp cocktail was the most delicious shrimp cocktail in Necromedia. The band of rogues and Crusader Knights ate shrimp and discussed about their clues that lead them to the casino. Nevel, Morganna, Allucard, Marcus, stood at a buffet table. Who whould have thought there is a casino called the Gambling Pope’s bid.” How melo dramatic that a vampire priest was running a racketeering bussidess, in Gorum. And he was card dealer at the Gambling Pope’s bid!” Ha,ha,ha.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot being jovial from the vodka tonic with the strawberries. “Nevel, the world is filled with sleazy shiesty con-artist whom steal from babe’s in a carriage. The world that we live in is ugly and evil, we must bring light upon the world with of my Hammersword. I am Morganna Hagglecoin,” La,la,la!” Screamed Morganna Hagglecoin with a warcry that sounded like a amazon or a barbarian. The crowd of drunken heroic adventures were captivated by the warcry it brought water to eyes of the heroic band. It was like a sultan defending his wife and young against a army of camel riding raiders. “Morganna Hagglecoin, you have stole me heart. Ha,ha,ha, your heroic warcry has cause my tros to be follyied. My bum was tighten by your screams of valor, Ha,ha,ha” Said Alucard Hellsing laughing at the comedic comments by him and his party. “Alright enough. We need to get down to business, we need to find the location of the Dark Priest Bennedict. I know this casino is bound to have hidden mazes

that hide the Dark Priest somewhere. We must search. Said the Hagglecoin rogue. “Let us follow some of the priests and see if we can sneak into the priest’s inner chambers to find a hidden location where Bennedict is hiding.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart who grabbed Alucard and put him in a headlock. A vampire priest was moving a chest filled with gold coins and gems. The priest was a stout fellow with a wrinkled face like a Sharpei. The vampire priest was tripped by a casino patron. A casino patron turned and gave a secret code to thieves with his hands and they attacked. The constant Robbery plots in Grammel happened as often as buying a mug made of meade from the barkeep. A group of vampire guards came in a brood of vampiric bats and appeared in front of the culprits. The Dwarves that plotted to steal the treasure chest charged in formation, when the culprits grabbed the treasure. A number of priest appeared teleporting and wisping, then impailed the rogue culprits during the random robbery. The treasure chest rogues froze in formation with spears in there backs. A rogue was launched by the shrimp cocktail table and the heroic rogues of the undercity disappeared. The Eyes of Gold and the Hagglecoin rogues pulled their invisible sheets over their heads. The invisible mantle were common among the higher rogue guilds. The two young lovers came upon the buffet room of the casino and a mysterious force pulled their mantles over their heads and pulled them into a cooridor that lead down a hallway, next o the cooking quarters. “What let me go.” Said William Pickpockett Sithamma. “Calm yourself squire. We must be off.” Said Nevel Nimblefoot invisible yanking. The entourage ventured down a corridor that lead to a labyrinth staircase downward toward the coin vault filled with leprechauns. Allucard Hellsing looked downward at the vault filled with gold coins and gems. The gothic celtic styled stone bank vault was like a dragon horde, the stone floor was engraved with vampire religion from vampire. The priest use wards protect against humans and other good human types. The Leperchaun race that sustain their uncanny powers from the greed of coin. The small coin gluttons dress in silk vest and bowtie. They came down the stairway. The doorway had a stone engraved head that was the shape of a vampire count with comical fangs and

round cheeks. “One, Leprechaun, two Leprechaun, three Leprechaun, ha,ha,ha.” “Four Leprechaun, five Leperchaun, six Leprechaun, Ha,ha,ha.” Said the count vampire stone emblem. The children heard the sounds and their senses tingling from the harmocky. The children William and Miranda heard it and it tingled their sense like it was fimilar in another realm of the astroplane of in space. “Alright. What ya been needin’ to hear to open this door?” Said the leprechaun speaking the old tounge like a Dwarven dialect. “This old man. He played tricks, he played knick knack on my stick. What is the after the nursery rhyme.” Said the count with the stone engraved comical face. “What da’ ya think lads. This make any kind o’ sense laddie.” Said the black haired leaperchaun with the clever hooks. “Shut up Nimble pants! Ha,ha,ha.” Said Another Leperchaun. “This old man, he played tricks, he played knick-knack on my stick. With a knick-knack Patty wack, give a dog a bone. This old man came rolling home. Said the leprechaun with the thick accent and fluting fingers. “You may , ha,ha,ha.” Said The comical vampire count with the round cheeks and vampire mantle. A sound of a flute and chime with cymbols indicated the tunnel was open for entry. The sound was comical like a keyboard from another period of time from a videogame. The videogame was of a blonde man on a motorcycle with a giant great sword. Or an elf with pointy ears and a shield and sword. Which ever the sounds came from, it was a different time period. “Common’ ye swampy trolls, let us hurry and find a way to our gold coins. If ye in need o’ a coin or gem. Call me with a yodel, me fellow leprechauns.” Said the Leprechauns.

The small green vest wearing creatures marched down the gold vault and headed toward a requiem with stainglass and a podium with a preist’s tapestry with a bat face and bat wings. The pair of leprechauns in the rear talked for a brief moment as the party went on their expedition. “Miranda. Is that you lass. This be ye father Marcus, turn around I be speaking to ye.” Said the Leprechaun as Marcus Fizzletwart. “This be me pa! What ye be needin’ huh.” Said Miranda Fizzletwart. “Ye have grown into a fine rogue. One o’ the most heroic rogues in our guild, ye also have grown into a fine women. Ye found yeself a good spouse n’ he be one o’ them. William Pickpockett. Found yeself a fine boy that can take care of ye.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. “I am surprise ye haven’t beatem him into a pulp pa! Ye always pummeled me boy toys into the ground pa!” Said Miranda Fizzletwart. “Not this one lassie, ye boy spouse be as tough as a bugbear n’ his pa! Destroyed an invasion o’ demons from another realm. Ye found yeself a good one.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. “What ye talkin’ about back here, ye slow stumblin’ knolls. What ye talkin’ about.” Said William Pickpockett Sithamma. “Shut up you stupid runt. I hate your handsome face around my daughter. Don’t give me any tounge William or I will punch you in the schnozzle.” Said Marcus Fizzletwart. “Excuse me, Fizzletwart. The most grumpy o’ trolls in a marsh.” Said William Pickpockett Sithamma. The band of leprechauns opened a door in the middle of a mausoleum like cathedral. The sanctum underneath lead into a alter room filled with gold coins, gems and emeralds. The podium stood next to a spinning vortex that was summoned from a technology made from proton, electrons that made the coloration of the vortex a yellow, orange hue. The portal had a heat emanating into a portal into another world. The taste of sand was among the air. The ten foot tall Egythonian humanoid creature with ebony flesh spoke wearing armor in gold hyrolyphics. The creature’s decorative helmet made of dread like hair and

braided serpent like dreadlocks upon the Egythonian. His decorative head mask was unlatched and a whinning noise was indicating a few latches being opened, letting the oxygen from the tank of space and air travel. The gold mask was an outline of an hound representing the god of the underworld Anubus’. The Scarab Priest of Ra’ where mystic hi-tech maurauders that pilliage and create holy artifacts that perverse the mind and manipulate the Egythonian species to follow them. The face of the creature was like a cheetah, with the nose like a cat’s nose and lips curving like two clouds. The whiskers of the Egyathonian were long and the creature spoke in a dialect uncommon to the tounge of Gorum. “Nok, Forrauz tu’ Emothan! Nu’ka To’men Po’, Emothan kut’mu than. Khalid Fala Inmen.” Said the tall Egythonian in gold plated armor and a shiek across his sash. “Nok, Moz fa’ tu’ Emo san’ moku bobuku Noman’. Inmen Emothan’ Po tu’ men No’ ka’.” Said Dark Priest Bennedict. A group of leprechauns stood amazed at the sight at the gold platted creature from another plain. The leprechauns spoke. “Dark priest there ye be. I been lookin’ for you, what pot o’ gold have you been hidin’ in.” Said the errie leprechaun in a desquise. “Have you seen’ the rainbow I rode in on lad. We lost our way n’ can’t find our way home. Can you point us to the closes rainbow.” Said Another Leperchaun. “Rompopam, Rompopam. I know ye know the song Dark priest Rompopam, Rompopam. I haven’t seen you in me bed chambers.” Said A female leprechaun with stubby legs and in green boostique. “Why are you leprechauns here. The gold is in the other rooms, don’t disturb me or I will chop you into ribbins and feast upon your hides!” Said Priest Bennedict. “Emo’ San’ Mokutai boku!” Said the tall demon from another realm. “Wait calm down Dark Priest, me came upon a cache’ o’ gold coins n’ they were made o’ chocolates what are we suppose to do.” Said the clever leprechaun in the front. “The smell of you leprechaun differ from the other leprechauns. Your flesh stink

of vampire mana, who are you?” Said the Dark Priest Bennedict in his cleric’s robe and top cap with the bat emboss. “Ye know me, priest, I be the Leperchaun who clean yo lenin everyday with lemon juice. I make ye bed n’ coffin with the finest fabrics n’ it be made by basilisk ostriege feathers. The thread be from a forrest fairy.” Said the lead Leperchaun chuckling with his co workers. “Emo Than’!” Said the Egythonian with the cheetah face. The ten foot tall ebony skinned Egythonian with the Cheetah face put his head dress on and pulled out his Neutron Electron scarab kite shield. The gold armored Egythonian’s back began to unlatch like a mechanical pullie. The shoulder opened in a chain of gears twisting into a cannon and fired a number of neutron blast sending the leprechauns air borne. They fumbled into their real forms. Three of the heros were stunned from the neutron energy disabling the rogue’s cerebral cortex and central system. Miranda, Marcus, Nevel were disabled by the stun energy rounds. Morganna Hagglecoin stood in her invisible mantle and unsheathe her Hammersword. The Electromagnetic weapon banged against the Neutron Electron Scarab shield. The sound gave vibration like a bell being tomed, the Egythonian pulled a electron Neutron gladius and came with a serious of slashes and hacks that thundered against the Hammersword. The alternating attacks from shoulder cannon to gladius caused Morganna to flip like an acrobat. The Dark Priest turned at the sight of another set of red eyes, the two charged each other and leaped upon each other. The two in midair transformed into a red mist like blood then changed into a score of Cerberus. The Cerberus score bit on each other like hyenas fighting their mortal enemy the lions. The pack of three headed hounds fought bitting, throwing, slashing each other with their paws. Fire spewed from the maws of the Cerberus Hell Hounds catching each other on fire. The Egythonian charged Morganna Hagglecoin while she spun her Hammersword and swung her Hammersword like a Ballista firing a javelin into the tall ebony humanoid cheetah creature. The creature was hit and the sound was loud like a stick hitting a gong. The Egythonian tumbled dropping his shield on the floor, he rolled upon his side, hurt. Recovered then fired his shoulder gun with the neutron blast disabling Morganna Hagglecoin. The three rogues that were encomitated awoken dazed from the stun rounds from the shoulder cannon. They charged the creature from the other dimension and unsheathe their dual proton Falchions that seemed primitive to the Neutron Electron weapons of the Egythonian. The pair whirled blades in windmills

slashing and hacking. Sparks flew from the clashing of sapphire swords clashed with scarlet orange blades. Electron blades clashed against proton blades as the rogues dual Falchion proton blades parried and pierce scarab shield. The rogue young couple did a series of uncanny evasive tactical moves. William did a summersault over a horizontal slash and Miranda did a roll underneath the Egythonian. Miranda plunged her Falchion blade into the floor and the momentum spun her behind the Egythonian and she did a spin move semicircular pike and impaled the rear of the ten foot tall Egythonian. The cheetah face creature howled. “Emu Bak!” Screamed the gold plated creature from the alternate universe. William Pickpocket leaped upon his shoulder and swung like a monkey in the jungle of Samaria and chop the shoulder cannon with smooth motion like expert rogue of Robin Zorro, or a Kobolt ninja Shinobi. Nevel Nimblefoot charged and did a ariel double roundhouse and kicked the giant creature into the portal. The portal flashed and desert sand cascaded upon the Unholy sanctum of the pope’s bid. The Cerberus hellhounds were fighting and Marcus, charged with his flaming greataxe and hook the Cerberus down and the flame spread like napalm. The Cerberus pounced and leaped upon the face snapping at Marcus Fizzletwart. His Greataxe parried with a whirlwind and windmill series of counters and slashes. The Cerberus was disemboweled with a chop and the pack of Cerberus attacked, then, were then slain with proton conductor bolts from a crossbow. The conductor bolts exploded and set the Cerberus into a blue flame that caused proton electricity to shock and set fire to the fur of the Cerberus. “Roof! Roof! (Whine)(Whine)” Whimpered the Cerberus pack. The Cerberus pack combined into one and formed the priest Bennedict. The priest was thrown into the spinning yellowish vortex into Egythonian. The rogues of Crow, Hagglecoin and the Eyes of Gold ventured into the portal. A million lights streaked from a fiber optic vortex that carried its engers light years into a tunnel. The sand cascaded into the mouths of the rogue pursuers chasing the Dark Priest Bennedict. The taste of sand and sulfur from the desert storm was salty, the desert storm was filled with hot sand that burned their faces. The rogues plummet from the down slope of a curvy outline in the sand dunes. The foot prints of the creatures looked like camels or steeds with hoofs. The green scales and bumpy brail on the lizard’s flesh made the creatures look like a cross between a crocodile and an eagle. The mounted Egythonian stood on an

edge underneath the sand dunes. The mount began to cackle like a buzzard with carcass in its beak. The air was filled with golden ships that looked like sailboats or dragons in the sky. The golden aircraft’s exoskeleton is made like a cricket flying the in air space. The marketplace is a bazaar filled with merchants and vendors the buildings look likea Mosque and had golden shere’s like the TajMahal with a spike made of gold. The alligator-cockatoo creatures got up on their hind legs, clap giving the sign to play them entertaining music. “Emo Faz‘ Tu’ Demokahn’ Gazoo!” Said A ten foot tall Egythonian with a shiek on his head. “(WAKKKK)!” Screamed the bird like Amphibian mounts. They were ed musical instruments that look like flutes, when they were playing it sounded like a trumpet or horns from a Tooba. The rogue band was entrance by the sight of such tall people, doing a ballet in the streets. The Egythonian were a sophisticated race yet primitive in behavior. “Maranne’ take a look at this. Reminds you of all the festivals we seen in Gorrum. you wanted to win you a stuffed animal by climbing a gauntlet.” Said William Pickpockett Sithamma. “I that day, I got the biggest unicorn for my anniversary. We been together three years now. I slept with that unicorn for years now love.” Said Miranda Fizzletwart. “You don’t when I get to top of the gauntlet, a spinning pole from a trap stuck me in the bum. You laughed at me cause I couldn’t walk for a week. I had to roll along the floor to use the lavatory. I look like a gator doin a gator roll along the floor. Ha,ha,ha.” Said William Pickpockett Sithamma. “All the times we shard. I love you sweatie’ pie you won that unicorn and I ride it to the dream world everynight love.” Said Miranda Fizzletwart. “I love you to Mirannie.” Said William Pickpockett Sithamma who came forward and kissed Miranda Fizzletwart softly among the lips. Wrapped her hand and smiled into her face. “Come on you two, before the desert storm blow you lovey doves away.” Said

Nevel Nimblefoot. William, Miranda, Nevel, Morganna, Marcus and Alucard made their way into Egythonia in search of the Dark Priest Bennedict…

Chapter # 9

Purgatory-66

The Hotel Suite thirty stories and air traffic was noisy like a rave at the end of the New Moon. The gothic styled furniture made the hotel suite look like a Haunted house, cemetery, morgue. Greygoose the Crusader Knight was working as a transporter. Because living at the Hotel Suite cost thousands of souls and living their costs a fortune. The Demon Reaver race are violent and primitive in social communicating skills. When someone is more prominent they slander and try to conquer or steal the soul of the competition. Life in Purgatory-66 is humble, working average hours for a low amount of souls paying for rent at the hotel suite. The Transporter cargo tram was delivering its final cargo load in the tram station. The flying tram was in the dock after unloading its supply of Telebud. The small cute creatures come from a green planet made of herbal plants that carry amebas that reciprocate and make new plant life constantly. The planet is dangerous from the constant mutation of plant life advancing in cross breeding. Greygoose the almond eyed Sithamma vampire from Gorum leaped out of the transporter tram and told his co-worker farewell. “Goodbye Ravok Motorhead. Give me a telephathic response my deranged friend if you need a partner in a game of smash ball. I can catch a ball thirty feet tall like a bird, or a bat. Ha,ha,ha. Ravok if your wife is cooking some Tyrano 12 soup just give me a call on my computer desk top and I will send you a messenger.” Said Greygoose in his blazer with the company logo on his back. The logo was a skull with a transporter tram pulling a cargo train. His name tag read Jojo Sithamma with two skulls upon the name tag that made it look elegent and civilizied. “Jojo, give me a holler when you get to the Hotel Suite. That junk yard look like a cemetery Jojo, all the women there look like ogres.” Said Ravok the partner at (UPS).

Undead Packaging service has been around for three million years since the war of the angles and the invasion of Tyrano12. The invasinon of Tyrano 12. The invaders of Egythonian’s pharaoh servents of Ra’. That was the ment shown above on the Halogram of (UPS.) On Extension street and Armeggedon. “Alrighty Ravok, not like your wife huh. She’s more of a hill giant or a alien troll. Fix your horn too. Their getting dull. Ha,ha,ha.” Said Jojo Sithamma the bald worker with the chin braid like a tree branch. “Their gettin’ dull huh take this.” Said Ravok Motorhead. He charged him nudged him in the groin then the two began to laugh cackling pinching eachother’s butt. This style of horseplay is common to medieval Gorum and their old fashion humor. The personas of life in the different realms are different from the pop culture and music, the entertainment is different then the Dark Vampiro ages of Gorum. “I am taking off Ravok.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “I’ll see you later buddy.” Said Ravok Motor head with the dull horns. Jojo Sithamma stood in front of his 29,000 AE Galaxy Wagon with his keyloops with old cheap Manual keys use to ignite the skycar. The car ran on gas from a planet made of gas and methane mixed with a chemical compound that can explode a Demon Reaver Space Carrier. The Computer linkup Satellite radio transmitted music in his retro 29,000AE Galaxy wagon. The music was of guitars and drums with precussion bass drops that thump and bump. The band was called “Morbid Terror”, a band from Tyrano 12 the homosapien planet with the half-orchish race and Aqutic Janai race of squid fish people. “Hey, I wish you were here with me, but your in sweet oblivion.” “Hey I wish you were here with me, but your in sweet obvlion.” “You hate me, we constantly, love and war oblivion.” “Oblivion.” Sang Morbid Padre with Audio tune and Synthesized vocals. The car did a ariel spins in the air then a reversal loop to head into air traffic down the 805 flight freeway. The jagged symmetrical car spun.

“Got to pick my wife at the Dinner. Damn Make up is running, my UV cream is smearing. Hannah Hagglecoin. Hopefully I don’t turn into ashe on the 805 freeway in flight traffic.” Said Jojo Sithamma. The Skycar came down Armageddon st. towards Armageddon and Revelation St. The constant honking of taxi cabs and fast food deliveries were causing constant crashes in the sky. They past the hotel suite they were staying at called the Malechembre’. In translation the devil, that is the actual name of the hotel suite. The hotel is a few blocks from the dinner called the Warlock’s Bistro. The Dinner was a small business company that had little employers whom usually work another job just to sustain the souls in their bank . Jojo Sithamma walked into the dinner in his black company’s blazer with the transporter tram carrying a cargo load. The inside of the dinner was like a scene from the “Adams Family.” A television show from some alternate universe that Jojo was picking up. He came upon the table of the waitress that captured his undead heart and smiled. “Hello my lovely Angel. The poems of Vampiro sing songs of your beauty, how was work “Hot mama.” Said Greygoose the forgotton Crusader Knight. “Hot mama. When did you ever learn how to speak this new trendy tounge. Maybe I should start calling you sugar daddy or call you Hubby. Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Ever heard Huba, Huba before. Maybe it was somethin’ you heard from one of them high maintance classy brods working around the hotel.” Said Jojo Sithamma speaking in the purgatory-66 accent. “Classy brods huh. Whatta’ talkin’ about, you one o’ them Demon Goombas, you work for the stone grinder family. Or maybe the Waraxe gang. You some kinda’ mobsta or what.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Ha,ha,ha. No not me love, I sworn my loyalty to the Crusader Knights. I have no need to underworld guilds or rogue parties.” Said Jojo Sithamma. “Give me a kiss love, I yearn for your kisses like chocolate’s dipped in blood from a tree nymph fairy. “That was your favorite drink love, ?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin.

“Yeah, I love. It was the day you gave birth to my son William Pickpockett Sithamma. You found a merchant that was selling tree nymph blood in the market place. You paid a pirate’s chest just to buy the damn elixir. That is why I love you more then anything. Said Jojo Sithamma. The two kissed again and began to discuss about the investigation of the Shadow Fades. “Hannah. You hear any news about the Shadow Fade Factory, you work at the dinner and alot of high class demons and Dark Angles come here.” Said Jojo Sithamma Greygoose. “My lovely blue collar transporter. I love you coming here smelling like oil and carbon dioxide, but I heard something about a black Arch Angle name Mr. Satanico. He runs the factory next to the highest Dark Arch Angle Luci’fer Blackwings. His factory is next to the night club,” The Dancing Morge.” I was thinking about infiltrating the club with Jubei, Ozuma and your zombie smelly father. His stench be of undead sea weed or barnacle moss from a ship, He’s so stinky Ozuma howls when he’s near by. Ha,ha,ha.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. The front door opened, and in walked two four foot tall furry gnomes that wore warehouse clothes. The Kobolt pug and Shitzu dog had on overalls with wrenches and screwdrivers made from electromagnetics. The tools were used to unscrew and screw in bolts and nuts. They came up and hopped on the stool talking to the waitress’s in black and red. The waitress’s black spider web designed shirt was like a corsage underneath the red dinner’s apron. “Whats goin’ on baby doll its Ozuma pally. Give’me a steak with extra bones with a doggie treat or two. What about you Jubei.” Said Ozuma the Pug machine operator. “Hello miss Hannah. Can I have a T-bone steak with doggie bacon and a glass of milk, how you guys been?” Said Jubei Yaggyu the Shitzu. “We been okay cutie pie pup. How was the whare house job. You guys like the pay and hours at the job?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin in her casual white pearls with the outlined skulls. “Roof, Roof.” Said Jubei Yaggyu.

“Something is coming love.” Said Greygoose Jojo Sithamma. A patrol of Demon Reavers in black and red, came in plate and helmet with the horns petruding from the top. Three type of Demon Reavers are listed. One was the Demon Reavers with a sword and shield. The other was the Demon Bladefist Demon Reaver with the proton claws on his fist gauntlets. The Demon Bladefist were crossbreed with the Homosapien primate type of Demon Reaver DNA. The DNA was made at the Decimator computer in Dark Arch Angle Lucifer Blackwing’s lab. “We are looking for humanoid beings from another solar system. These humanoid are not the same human from our solar system. We have to interrogate and capture these peons. Have you seen them?” Said the Captain Punisher with the modified skull and lower mandible jaw. “Damn it bub. I just got this job pally, what are we suppose to do for credits now.” Said Ozuma the Pug. “Puggy kun don’t worry about it, we can get any job puggy-kun with your gruffy attitude. We need to find a job pally in a different city. Ha,ha,ha. Said Jubei Yaggyu impersonating Ozuma the pug miner. “Ready yourselves Kobolts. I want you two to walk beside the Demon Reavers and gain their attention. After that have them turn their flank. Is that understood?” Said Greygoose Jojo SIthamma. “Hai, Greygoose. Will follow you Crusader Knight.” Said Jubei Yaggyu. “Alrighty bub.” Said Ozuma the Pug. “Arm yourself Hannah.” Said Greygoose. “My Hammersword is in the skycar in the trunk. I have this lazer pistol in my purse. You take the front and I’ll will cover.” Said Greygoose. The two kobolts walked behind the Demon Reavers and bumped into the patrolling Demons. “What do we got here. Who are you two dogs, where did you doggies come from?” Said the Demon Reavers.

“I gotta’ go I don’t want miss work ya’ know.” Said Ozuma the Pug Machine engineer. “Now!” Said Greygoose. Hannah Hagglecoin opened her small coin purseand pulled out a miniature Vaporizer Howitzer 557 electron pistol. She fired upon the flank of the Demon Reavers melting Black Onyx titanium Alloy shooting an electron bolt through the face of the Demon Reavers. The Crusader Knight reached under his black blazer uniform at UPS; Undead Packing Service. He pulled his sawed off lazer shotgun Healther Skelter 1000 electron express. He fired some magnum rounds propelling the Demons against the Dinner Hall. The two gunman were in crisscross formation with Hannah Hagglecoin at the rear, Greygoose in front of her. Hannah grabbed a Demon Reaver as a meat shield and fired a parabellium lazer rounds incerating the Demon Reaver’s face in front and another hitting the chest pushing him against the wall. The Punisher pulled out his lazer assault riffle and shot automatic burst that shreaded the meat shield into burnt cadaver. Hannah leaped into a summersault in slow motion with lazers shooting like a undead disco. Greygoose came forward in front, of the score of Demon Reavers and fired an array of electron magnum rounds and flung the Demon Reavers against the walls leaving their armor in a pokadot design with incinerating holes. Greygoose called forth to Ozuma. “Ozuma, here’s the keys start the skycar!” Screamed Greygoose Sithamma. Then Jojo Sithamma leaped into the air and caught Hannah Hagglecoin and carried her to the Skycar. The Hydra and General Vega Nomgseth came right when the battle was becoming fearsome. Tension and Anxiety was causing pedestrians to run. Greygoose leaped into the five seat enger wagon in the back. “What is going on meatbag!” Screamed the Hydra. “Get in the skycar now!” Screamed Jojo Greygoose. “Common’ you fat salamander let us go!” Screamed General Vega in his Sithamma gold armor. A number of lazer bolts fired and the entourage leaped into the Galaxy wagon with the Hydra in the rear trunk and the heros in the

enger seats. The Sky car moved at a G – force shattering the sound barrier. The car honked breaking car traffic, making gaps for the sky car to . The sky car zigged-zagged and shot through gaps spinning Ariel flight maneuvers. The Demon Reavers black space wraiths came shooting lasers rays and pursuing the escaping heroes of Mount Mundore. The wraiths dark pursuit into a traffic jam and Ozuma the pilot maneuvered in U-turn and the space wraiths crashed into the traffic jam creating a tumbling Gran Turismo chain reaction in the sky. The sky exploded in blue and orange proton and electron storm. In a far off location alarm beacons were going off like the entire building was going to destroyed by an earth cataclysm. The Dark Arch Angle with the slick fancy comb over hair, watched as a car was racing down the 805 Sky Freeway. Radar from the desktop at Luci’fer Blackwing’s laboratory office was on high alert. The city patrol was on high alert and the office high rise factory began to alert patrolmen to persue the escaping Galaxy Wagon 29,000 AE. Luci’fer Blacking sat non-chalantly on his leather recliner seat staring into desktop. The female decimator spoke to the Arch Angle perverted from vanity and greed, his dark skin was buried by the planet’s hot temperatures and he was the creator of the first Demon Reaver spawn. “Dark Arch Angle Luci’fer Blackwings. We have a persuit from the 805 to the 605 heading Eastbound. We need to send all punisher and top officers on persuit high lord.” Said the Harmonic Synthesized voice the Decimator. “Hold on baby doll, let me survey the situation. The Galaxy wagon 29,000 AE is a old model, I didn’t think they made scrap metal like that anymore. The car sometime ran on Methane gas. You can run the car on farts and burps. Ha,ha,ha. Xena, get your Dark Alloy armor put on. We got to tango.” Said Dark Archangle Luci’ fer Blackwings. “Yes Arbitar, I shall obliege.” Said The Decimator. “I’ll put on my razor blade stellito’so we can cut up the dance floor.” Said Xena the female busty demon assistant. “Wear that little Boostique outfit that give off your top.” Said Luci’fer Blackwings. “Whatever’ you say Luci’fer. You know I love you my goblin dumpling.” Said Xena the office clerk.

The city’s creator began to rally to destroy this intruder of Purgatory-66. The two office workers and the artificial intelligence of the Decimator rush to their vehicles. The entire patrolling officers of the city were pursuing the Skycar Galaxy Wagon 29,000 AE. Halograms were put up constantly to warn the Skycar to pull to a stop. The vehicles collided in air traffic and the constant lazer rays destroyed cars in their wake. A road block was set up to block out the escaping Skycar Galaxy Wagon. The Skycar Galaxy Wagon pulled up in a evasive maneuver and rode parallel going upward towards the sky into orbit barely crashing into the road block. The road block was a halogram filled with static electricity that can block a frigate made of Dark Alloy Titanium in space or air traffic. The top of the road block was reached and it stood as a cliff and was a straight drop downward towards the air traffic of Skyway 605. “Open the trunk Hangar Meatbag!” “What. What ya talkin’ about Pally.” Said Ozuma the genius pilot. “We need to hinder their progress Kobolt dog! General Meat Bag let us make haste!” “You lead fat salamander. You lead!” Said the battle hardened undead general. “Roof, roof, I’ll open the trunk, ready yourself bub!” Said Ozuma the Pug. The trunk of the Galaxy Wagon opened and the Hydra transmogrified into a large green dragon the size of a frigate in space. The General leaped upon the Dragon’s back and mounted the Dragon’s head. The Dragon remained suspened in mid air in front of the road block and cough up acidic plegm like saliva. The General knew instinctively what the Hydra was planning and called upon his serpent ancestor the “Nok”. “Water serpent guardian of Sithamma. Wash away the enemies that bar my path with your ancient omnipotent riptide of acidic poison. Sink your cobra fangs into the neck of my enemies!” Screamed General Vega Nomgaseth the half-human undead protector of Sithamma. A avalanching of saliva spilled upon the Demon Reavers units that persuited the Galaxy Wagon 29,000 AE. The Demon Reavers were horrified at the awesome power that came from the junk wagon that sped in air traffic.

“Ozuma slow your ariel knots down, push on the air breaks and speed at fifteen miles per hour. We have to double back and pick up my father and the Hydra.” Said Greygoose. “Whatever you say Pally.” Said Ozuma the pug. “Puggy-Kun you were great. You steer the machine mount like a shinobi ninja puggy-kun, had the pups of the orphanage seen you, they would be proud.” Said Jubei Yagyu the Shitzu Kobolt Machinist. “Master Minamoto Mushashi. This is for you pally, I’ll always love you buddy.” Said Ozuma the Pug Reliving moments of his orphan father training the pug in the mines. “Watch Sky Traffic Ozuma.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “What do we need to do to escape?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “We need to wait for the Hydra and my dead father.” Said Greygoose. The green dragon spit acidic saliva on the pursuing black sharp edges of the kriss dagger like Space Wraiths that spun through the air in evasive maneuvers. The phlem melted the space wraiths shield and melted the ships into liquid steel dripping from the engines of the Space Wraiths. The Space Wraiths took ariel combat maneuvers and spread out into a formation that looped around the green dragon. The Dragon spit and slashed Space Wraiths out of the air, the ships maneuvered and fired proton rounds and electron lazer missle decimating air traffic. The General spit a water fall of acid melting ships in air space. The space wraiths circled in a semi-circle and spun in a volley of lights shooting beams and orbs exploding the Dragon’s scaley hide. The Dragon and the General simultaneously splashed a spinning letter S in formation outlining the Sky like a snake. “I am wounded Meatbag. My body is fatigued, I am falling. This is our last adventure, may the Grand Salamander bless you meatbag!” Hissed the Hydra with the eyepatch. “Look out below!” Screamed the youngest lead to the far left. “Cureses meatbag this is your fault. Your rotton carcass reek of sea water

Meatbag, this is it!” Said Screamed the second oldest to the farthest right. “Stupid Hydra, as long as your lungs draw braw breath, death has not grasped us. Have at you Hydra!” Screamed the General rallying his master. A electron missile hit the dragon’s face and exploded the general’s torso from his body. The Dragon’s scales scattered like glass revealing the Hydra’s true form underneath the shattered remains like stain glass in the sky. “There they Ozuma. U-turn and open the trunk. You have to dive in front of the falling Hydra and my father.” Said Greygoose. “Jojo, your father has been split in two. See that spinning golden speckle in the sky, that is your father in gold armor. The other spinning object is his legs. I hope he is alright love.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “A thousand wars has not brought you death. Father you must live!” Shouted Greygoose with glaze in his eyes. The Sky car was silent a brief moment from the dramatic Crusader Knight. The Sky car dove in a bird dive and picked up the falling debree of allies. The Galaxy Wagon 29,000 AE had a bad turbine but gyrate even with a few blown gaskets. The car spend to fifteen thousand miles per hour chattering the sound barrier as the Sky car dove in a stream of white clouds streaking behind the Sky car. The Sky car pulled up and barely missed a Skyscraper in inner city Purgatory on Epitome and Revenge st. Downtown. The Galaxy Wagon flown outside the city into the outskirt of the desolate desert, lava volcano barren lands of Purgatory-66. They drove silence at the mid later hour in the with two suns. The experience of near deaths was common to Greygoose and his wife Hagglecoin the vampire couple since they were toddlers. The Skycar came upon a wreckage in the middle of the desert badlands in Purgatory. A smoking space craft stood alone by another space vassal that gave off a goodness aura that was holy. Different from the religion of Vampiro. The two space craft differ from each other, one was a orb like spacecraft. The other spacecraft was made from a silver alloy that gleamed with brilliance. The spaceship had engraved welding plates of Celtic, holy omnipotent symbols like a Cherubim with Angle wings holding a Gladius. The Cherubim herald with a illuminescent halo outlined in proton blue. The ship seemed isolated from any living creature that might live within the ship’s radius. It was quiet and silent. The silent was causing

anxiousness. The chills ran along the back of the Kobolt and the vampires. The satalitte signal was different than anything the engers of the Galaxy Wagon 29,000 AE had ever heard. The radar picked up a incoming craft towards the intercom. The flying sky car came forward and began to slow from the empty gas tank. The car came to a complete stop and skidded upon the floor on Polythimer plastic. The plastic made of goo from some Demon Reaver refinery in Armegeddon st. is for safety like an airbag. “Were out of gas.” Said Greygoose the bald vampire rogue with heavy sun block. “What suppose that is Jojo?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “I don’t know what that is pally, but if we’re not careful. They might try to chop us into doggie food.” Said Ozuma the pug pilot. “Puggy-Kun I love doggie food Shushi. I miss Rin-Tin Puggy-Kun, what do you think inside that spaceship?” Said Jubei Yaggyu the Shitzu Kobolt. “I know not what lay inside that steel craft, but my vampiric mana tells me that the spacecraft is not any danger to us.” Said Greygoose the Crusader Knight. “I will gather our armor love. Haven’t touch my Hammersword in months.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. The heros brandished their weapons and armor. The blackand blue silver mithril plate was updated with microchip modifications that enhance strength, speed, telekenisis and other neuron powers in the brain of the equipped. Greygoose came forward to the hangar of the spacecraft and halogram of a masked armored officer. The armored soldier looked like a galactic bounty hunter with heraldic symbols that look holy that were different then the dark Crusader Knight of Gorum. “The light of the Counstanople of Omega Halo 7 has brought strangers among our mist. What star system do you come from?” Said the Paladin of Steel decorated officer. “I come from Gorum, a universe that is in a different from Nebulius Tyrano 12 and Purgatory-66. What planet do you come from holy knight?” Said Greygoose the bald Sithamma with the oval red eyes.

“Dark servent I can sense the goodness inside your dark evil blood. The salty sent of your obscure hide burns. What are your motives dark knight. The holy paladin order of Omega Halo 7 protect the good races from Purgatory-66. The Paladin of Steel order follow the will of Archangle Micheal Gabriel. The holy order was created to protect the good races against the dark Archangles of Purgatory-66 What is your name dark servent?” Said The Paladin of Steel with the halo glowing over his head. “My name is Jojo Sithamma, I go by the name of Greygoose, the god of rogues. I am a vampire blessed by the blood god Vampiro. My band of adventurers persued a horde of Shadow Fade made by the Dark Archangle Luci’fer Blackwings. Do you have any information concerning the Dark Archangle that formed purgatory-66. “Said Greygoose. “I know about the Enigma which you ask about godly dark servent. The flamboyant Dark angle is a merchant of death. He was sentenced to the planet Purgatory-66 for his blasphemy against god. The sadistic culture of Purgatory constantly manufactured Shadow Fade and other creatures to destroy and retrieve souls of the innocent. We the Paladin of Steel protect the godly good races of Tyrano 12, Eargon and other planets in the solar systems in our Nebula.” Said the Paladin of Steel with long gold hair and halo over his head. “We need to escape, can you give age into the next planet. We are being persued by the officers of Purgatory for investigation of an invading Shadow Fade running rampant in Gorum. Can you give us shelter exuberant one.” Said the blonde haired blue eyed Hannah Hagglecoin. “Whatever you wish fair maiden.” Said the Paladin of Steel. “Whatever ship this is. Its appearance is far less provocative then any Space Wraith or Demon Reaver contraption I ever seen. Roof, I need a doggie treat Pally you got one?” Said Ozuma the Pug machinist. “Me too Puggy-Kun. We been traveling sometime without food.” Said Jubei the Shitzu. “We having nothing on the deck until we reach our cooking quarters. Let us depart.” Said the Paladin of Steel. “Roof, Roof, Whatever you say tin man.” Said Ozuma the Pug machinist.

The adventurers climbed into the hanger and the Steel Paladin captain moved into the cockpit. The inside of the ship was filled with halograms that showed destinations of planets and dimensions. The halograms were filled with graphs that pinpoint speeds of spacecrafts and space anomalies that happened in the universe. The Paladins of Steel consist of humans, prophets of Janai, Egytonians, Herbanoids and Medusians. The radar picked up an incoming lazer missile that hit and shook the static electric shield and shook the Cherubim spacecraft. The sign on the radar computer screen of the Halo computer link read,” danger, danger”. “All Paladin of Steel brace for impact. This is not a drill.” Said the captain with the Halo above his head. “Go into evasive maneuvers this instant. Get a lock on visual where the enemy craft is located.” Said the communications computer tech. “We have the enemy flagship approaching. It is the flagship the “Apocalypse”, we have to go into hyper drive this instant.” Said the pilot. “The Apocalypse! We haveto go into warp speed hurry!” Said the captain of the Paladin of Steel with the halo over his head. The ship did ariel maneuvers and dodged a volleyof multi-missile shots that damage the ship. Tension raised as everyone shouted orders to hold onto the deck. “Hold onto the deck!” Shouted the captain with the dark visor and the yellow glowing reflection on his space visor…

Chapter # 10

Final Battle in the Spaceport of Omega Halo 7

The dark onyx spaceship is black and the white glossy sheam of the stars reflect off the black creeping carrier had a bridge that had spies and spikes with a jagged head that look like a demon horns along the top. The carrier’s hangar opened on the Apocalypse and a fleet of space wraiths ventured forward at the silver spaceship with the Cherubim engravings and halo symbols etched on the hangar’s door and the s of the ship. The ship from Omega Halo 7 was escaping the Space Wraiths and went into evasive maneuvers zig-zagging, spinning and launching decoy probes that exploded with electro magnetic pulse that stop the ship’s electricity. The Space Wraiths crashed into each other. Another score of Space Wraiths came and locked onto the ship, the crew of the Omega Halo 7 point guns, at the Space Wraiths inside their turrets, and fired a volley of explosive electrons imploding Space Wraith debris into shards of black dark Titanium Alloy. The Space Wraiths fire a multiple rapid shot of electron lazer missiles that knock the shields off the Spaceship. The Egythonian cat humanoid shouted in his native tounge. “Emothan nas emuk shun ok mastu!” Shouted the Egythonian turret gunner. “All shields are down. Light of Omega Halo 7 bless us with your holy protection against the Apocalypse. Hold on to the deck. Man your stations, Paladins of Steel!” Said the captain with the dark visor and halo over his head. “Captain we need auxillary power, our generators are down. Any more damage and they will tear a hole in the hull. We need to escape.” Said the female Janai blue aqutic woman. “We need to radio to hq and tell them to send reinforcements to our location. We are in the Purgatory quadrant two light years East of Purgatory-66. We are being persued by the Apocalypse, pick up heavy shields and equip yourself with turret riffles. Strap yourself on with jetpacks and prepare for a direct assault on the

Apocalypse. This is it!” Commanded the captain with the Halo over his head. “We have full power in our Ion Storm Cannon. We should fire our final weapon on the Apocalypse.” Said The female Janai navigator with the blue tentacles upon her head. “Good thinking Alu’na. May the eternal light guide us into our final battle. Go and equip a jet pack and prepare for close range combat.” Said Captain of the Paladin of Steel. “Captain we need jet packs and heavy artillery as well. We are trained in close combat that very few can compete with. We will aid the Paladin of Steel. “We are the strongest vampires in our solar system, we will aid you captain.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin equipping the gloves of her family’s guild which contain a pair of Golem paws for magical strength. “Ozuma the Pug pally don’t ever forget me. Master Musashi, your spirit will battle with me against the Dark enemies of Rin-Tin!” Howled Ozuma the Pug. “This is for our country Rin-Tin. Howled the Shitzu machine operator. “We need all the help we can afford dark servant. Equip yourself with heavy artillery.” Said Captain of the Paladin of Steel. “High Alert, High Alert on the wing. Ion Cannon charged. All soldiers on the deck brace for impact.” Said the captain of the Paladin of Steel. The Ion Cannon underneath the hangar fired a blue bomb that launched into the middle of the Space Wraiths went into evasive maneuvers and dove in sporadic flight patterns. A pale white flash blinded the Space Wraiths and a storm of Ion Proton, and electrons circulating the space around the Space Wraiths. A Ion Storm began to circulate around the Space Wraiths and implode, the Ion Storm destroyed the score of Space Wraiths. Two Space Wraiths remained flying in evasive Ariel flight patterns. The black Space Wraiths fired a simultaneous barrage of electron missiles that destroyed the hangar of The Paladin of Steel Ship. The hangar was shattered into steel cascade in space. The crew of The Omega Halo 7 remained animated in space floating from the blast. The crew had broken bones and ruptured organs. The captain of the Omega Halo 7 ship, transmitted healing computer code that mended bones and healed ruptured

organs. The crew of the Omega Halo ship came revitalized and charged towards the Apocalypse. “Take a look at these bums, commin’ out their ship. We got to get close and knuckle up baby doll. Xena, grab my Greatsword and my bazooka turret. We got to dance in space, “Moon Walker” baby.” Said the flamboyant Dark Archangle with the cultured swagger. “Whatever you say overlord.” Said Xena the assistant with the black plate Greataxe and laser chain gun. “The computer line will be open for commands. The Decimator computer will watch your position for flanking patterns. All movement will be monitiored by the Decimator navigational sattalite.” Said the artificial computer link of the Decimator with the synthesized voice. The leader and creator of Purgatory-66 spread his black feathered wings and flew into space. All the Paladins of Omega Halo 7 got into formation with heavy proton shields in the front while long range shooters remained in the back. Lucifer Blackwings and his assistant with the heavy armor and devil wings attached with some Demon Reavers. The Demon Reavers flew in ariel formation being shot down by laser fire from long range. Lucifer Blackwings fired a missile towards the middle of the knights formation and the explosion knocked the formation of Paladins into space. Hannah Hagglecoin saw a opening and flung her Hammersword, the weight of five tons with the anvil like Hammer knocked the static electric shield off of Luci’fer Blackwings. “Damn, those goody too shoe’ faries. Whatever just assaulted me just pissed me off. What the hell is approaching me.” Said Luci’fer Blackwings with his charisma and Purgatory swagger. “Its commin’ boss. If you need me to kill it, I got you baby.” Said the assistant in her armored boostique. “Your days of tyranny is over Darkangle! I am Greygoose the god of rogues!” Said Jojo Sithamma Greygoose with the black armor and blue transistor fiber optic gear. “Whatever. Look at this guy. So cool how he speaks like a knight from the dark ages. King Arthur and Lancelot must be your bed buddy.” Said Lucifer

Blackwings. “Prepare yourself Dark angle of death, The God of Vampiro will extinquish your life force from the universe!” Said Greygoose Jojo Sithamma. The three danced in a Sea of Swords, electric flares was constant from the parries and counters. The three in unison with uncanny strength and speed delivering flames that would have blinded the normal eyes. if the human was not any species of the nocturnal kind. The battle waged on with a millon lights that rained downward incinerating enemies behind the three battling in space. Hannah Hagglecoin spun her Hammersword to hit the targets she wanted. The assistant with dark alloy boostique was hit and the Hammersword flung right back and returned to the sender like a boomerang. She teleported towards the Demon Reaver assistant and came with a downward smash and the electromagnetic Hammer mauled her armor vibrating the steel like a bell being tomed. The Egythonian fired a shoulder cannon with neutron disabling electrons and disabled the Dark Archangle whom juggled slashing and shooting with his proton Greatsword and Bazooka. He fired into the crowd of Paladin of Steel . The Egythonian was about a click away in Ariel nautical knots behind the sea of Paladin of Steel. The Dark Archangel Luci’fer Blackwings morphed his left hand into a grotesque fashion and the hand turned into a black widow spider demon that her fired at the Egythonian. The spider demon sank his fangs into the face of the Egythonian he screamed with terror at the grotesque demon spider. The Neutron blast stun the circuits in Luci’fer Blackwings Greatsword. Xena the Demon Reaver assistant tossed her Greataxe to aid Luci’fer Blackwings in his defense, after the short circuit of his Greatsword. Xena fired a volley of her proton chaingun at Greygoose’s back to aid Luci’fer Blackwings. “What the hell just happened. Stupid crappy ass sword.” Said Luci’fer Blackwings parrying the electron power Claymore wielded by Jojo Sithamma. “Boss ya’ got to find a weakness on this vampire before he knock us flat.” Said Xena the demon assistant shooting into the rear of Greygoose. “Aweee! My back is burning! Said Greygoose whom scattered into a hive of bats and flew away. Hannah Hagglecoin did a spinning slash and hack the asisstant’s uppersword

from her torso and she fell into deep space screaming. Hannah Hagglecoin came with a downward maul and the static electron electricity vaporized Xena into Ashe. Luci’fer Blackwings flew in uncanny speeds and appeared before a blink of an eye right in front of Hannah Hagglecoin and stabbed her in her heart with the spike on his head of the Greataxe. Greygoose felt the love of hes life diminishing from this world. The telepathic connection of Vampiro was diminishing from the piercing to the heart of Hannah Hagglecoin. She changed to spawn more children with the dark servant. Now she is dying in front of his eyes. The hearts of Greygoose and Hannah were connected from the vampire ceremony and he felt the undead life of his wife diminishing. “Hannah!” Screamed Greygoose. “Nooo. My love, our love is suppose to be eternal love. My endless times of happiness be with you my love. Nooo!” Cried Jojo Sithamma. “I murdered your lover. She wasn’t all that was she, ha,ha,ha!” Screamed Luci’fer Blackwings laughing and cackling, then gagging at the sheer melodramatic event. “Hannah, wait just a moment. I shall return love to kiss you goodbye.” Said Greygoose Sithamma to his dying lover Hannah telepathically. “My most happiest times in life be with you love. I will always be apart of your soul love. Take care of William Pickpockett our son. Whispered Hannah Hagglecoin. Her legs began to burn into ashe. “Ha,ha,ha. She’s smokin’! I told you not to wear that blue outfit. That’s what she gets showin’ herself around here in that gaudy dress.” Said Luci’fer Blackwings mocking the death of Hannah Hagglecoin. “Die dark servant!” Screamed Jojo Sithamma. He wielded both the Hammersword and Claymore, dual wielding the weapons slashing, hacking, mauling the Greataxe electric circuits that blaired from the constant battling. The Hammersword pummeled the hands of Luci’fer with an opening, then smite his hands and he dropped his weapon leaving his body open for a gallowing slash that hacked the Dark Archangel into pieces. The Dark

Archangle smiled spilling blood and ashe out his mouth. He lifted his handsmite the air and charged one more jolt of dark mana. “You finally got me kiddo! This is my last present to you lover boy, it’s a farewell kiss. See you around.” Said Luci’fer Blackwings whom fired a fireball. “Hannah!” Shouted Greygoose. The fireball launched and exploded like a white super nova flare in the sky. Similar to a Planes Shifter bomb in Gorum made by Gnomes of Ra’Shora. The fireball sent the Crusader Knight tumbling into space like a meteor. A sudden fluxiation opened a rift of portals teleporting a fleet of silvery space frigates into the sector. The symbols of Cherubims and halos aligned the sky. The rogue vampire screamed as he fell from space screaming. “Haaaannnnaahh!” Screamed Greygoose falling from space into the opening rifts of the space fleet’s arrival. Hannah watched as her lover disappeared into a sea of space frigates and her vision went white into the flames of Vampiro. She cried tears that burned her undead face into the next life…

The pair of machinist landed on the bridge of the Apocalypse. The pair moved in stealth and pulled some utensils that used a electromagnetic screw driver and a laser wrench that opened the of the ship. The shields went down from the heavy turret artillery from the Paladin of Steel. The two finagled with the ’s screws plop. Come out the , the two summersaulted in zero gravity into the hall way a mile away from the ship’s bridge. They covered the and remounted the into place. The ninja Kobolt machinist covered their face, they had been trained by master Musashi Minamoto the Bushon samurai master whom taught them ninjitsu. The kobolt machinist hid in air conductor systems while Demon Reavers were out patrolling the bridge. The mile pathway had centurion Demon Reavers with electric shields and laser riffles. The cooridor was filled with assassin robots and Shadow Fade, Demon Bladefist and Sky Reavers that fly like flying imps. The Kobolts strategized on their expedition into the bridge and planting a Ultra Sonic Defiblicator bomb that would destroy the Apocalypse.

“Listen Pally, those crates will give us blind spots and give us a place to hide. After that we need to sneak behind the Demon Reavers and plant a shield stun chaff bomb. After that bub. We got to sink our proton blades behind their skulls. You got all of that?” Said Ozuma the Pug ninja. “Puggy-Kun. That’s so hard to do, I am sure I can do all that. All the times I worked under master Greygoose, I should be able to perform without a problem. Will you lead Puggy-Kun?” Said Jubei Yaggyu. “Alrigthy puggy-kun. Whatever you say, you’re the boss.” Said Jubei Yaggyu. “The spirits of Rin-Tin guide my ninja spirit. Ryo-Kyo-Gen-Ryo-Dai-Ka-ShoShogi, Gashi, Do-annon. Protect us Kobolt spirit or Rin-Tin pally I’ll drink some rice wine to you buddy.” Said Ozuma chanting to the ninja gods or Rin-Tin. The two Demon Reavers walked side by side, twenty strides from the Shadow Fade and the Sky Reavers were flying above the corridor at the entrance of the bridge. The two kobolt machine operators rolled into a summersault and began to sneak behind some creates. The ninjas threw shield stun grenades and destroyed the shields with a chaff bomb that shattered the Demon Reaver’s shields. “By the wings of Lucifer. Who goes there!” Said the Demon Reavers to the left. The two ninjas rolled into a ninja roll and did a spring board backflip pulling their proton kitannas, they landed like a spider monkey stabbing the Demon Reavers upon the skull simultaneously in formation. In ninjitsu arts timing and perfect persion was vital in the ninja arts. The Kobolts then did a backflip in unison throwing electron kunais that pierce the skulls of the two Demon Reavers that patrolled the hallway outside the bridge. The Demon Reavers died, falling to the stealth ninja Kobolts. The Kobolts turned and charged the Shadow Fade giants and did their stealth techniques that made them camouflage into the steel plates around the space frigate of the Apocalypse. The ninja Kobolts threw each other a pair of acid grenades and ran along the walls. The ninjitsu Ki-techniques that that the Kobolts were using, allowed them to run horizontal along the walls. The Shadow Fade slashed along the walls like a sickle ripping shreds into the wall, tearing the fabric into steel splinters. The Kobolts ninja dropped the bombs in precision, then did a simultaneous front flip and landed slaying the giant Shadow Fade. The two Kobolts landed underneath the flying debris of metal and

molten steel. The Kobolts ran and did a ninja slide underneath a rain of laser proton beams burning the steel . Jubei was hit in the arm and whined. “Owee, arrrggghh, my arm!” Said Jubei Yaggyu. “Hold strong kid, ya be alright.” Said Ozuma the Pug. The two leaped upon the Sky Reavers and opened their shieldswith magnetic screw drivers. “Use the screw drivers pally.” Said Ozuma the pug. “You got it Puggy-Kun.” Said the high pitch voice of the Shitzu Jubei. The two pried open a hole in the shield defense that opened to fix the shield’s circuitry. The magnetic screwdrivers opened the proton shields with elctro magnetism. The two Kobolts threw in two freezeing cryo genic grenades and set the Demon Reavers on sub-zero ice. The two Kobolt ninjas used their ninjitsu-ki and disappeared into the surroundings of the bridge. Ozuma took off his backpack and began to assemble a bomb. “PSSS. Keep a look out pally.” Whispered the pug. “You know it boss.” Whispered the Pug. The bomb was halfway complete. A pair of assassin robolts came with heat sensing vision and alerted the pilot cockpit. The Shitzu pulled dual laser pistols and fired on the assassin robot’s head decapitating the assassin robots. A rapid burst of laser proton incinerated holes in Jubei’s chest and he whined like a dog being kicked. “Hold on kin, I am done!” Screamed Ozuma the pug. He grabbed the kid Jubei Yaggyu and ran for the window of the bridge firing holes into the glass. The glass shatters and the vacuum suction of zero gravity hauled the space armored dual Kobolts into space. Ozuma hit the jet pack buttons on both the Kobolts and flew escaping the cataclysm that was going to take place from the hyper bomb. The Apocalypse turned a white blair blinding the eyes of space pilots. The retina of any creature could not withstand the UltraWhite light that obliterated the Apocalypse. The Kobolts were propelled into the

Dark Abyss of space. Unkown what quadrant they were sent to floating like space shaft or junk polluting the emptiness of space from space wars. They flipped in slow motion into their impending doom in space…

Chapter # 11

Digital Zion, Drifter from the Astral Plaine into the data bank

- Sleeping is a constant death into the world of the Astral Plane. When you die you drift into the Astral Plane of Oblivion. The universe is filled in a Nexus that enter every part of fabric and space in every time zone. My eyes have become filled with sarrow from my translucent body. I know not who I am anymore, but there is a void in my heart. I know not where it came from.-Spirit of Hannah Hagglecoin in the Digital Zion of the Omega Halo 7 data bank.-

The world was strange to the young blonde with the long hair in a ponytail. The labyrinth in the sky was filled with translucent s made of onyx. The Electro Magnetic Static was made of signatures of ghost that appear on the stairway labyrinth. The ghost walked up and down the labyrinth filled with the dead of creatures aliens from unknown universes. The stairs in the sky was like a billion crystals chandeliers in space. The world was made of polygonal shapes and hexagonal shapes that made the structure look like pyramids made of bricks. The reddish bricks look like bricks put together by construction workers which were modern in design. Phantoms that were exploring the labyrinth of time space approached the blonde hair and blue eyes of the petite girl. “(Gurgle) Shaka’ Lacka’ Rome’. Shallomi Talome’ Huzak Madone!” Said the strange language of the blueish fish creatures with the ridges and fish gills. “I have no clue of the language you speak of fish creature. I have not the slightest idea who I am. I have lost apart of me and forgot who I am. Do you know who I am?” Said the blonde girl walking around the myst. “(Gurgle) Homosapien tounge. I know not who you are or who I am. I am lost

too, but. I contain knowledge of who I am by reading the scars and marks I received from battle. By the intelligence level I contain, I was a scientist or wizard in a royal kingdom. Who knows who I really I am. By the twisting staircase and in this laberinth. There is a exit out of this maze.” Said the Blue fish creature with the squid like limbs for hair. “You have the most strangest hair and skin. Your skin is made from the blubber of a Dolphin or a Stingray. Your hair has tentacles from a squid. What world did you come from?” Said the blonde hair blue eyes of the girl in white toga silk. “I have not the answer that you seek. I ponder from where we must have been from. The ocean or the sea bed is where my kind come from. What about you?” Said the blue fish creature. “I the snow that never stop falling. The everwinter snow and the fangs of Vampires. The curse of Vampiro enslaved my soul to thirst for blood. It was a dark servent that defend the good. I have a piece of my heart belonging to someone so my good deeds were rewarded with love. True love some place I know not where it ventured to.” Said The blonde hair girl with the blonde ponytail and blue eyes. “Let us travel together then Homosapien, so that we may find the exit or entrance into the next world.” Said The blue fish creature with the squid tenticles and oval obsidian eyes. “There is a clearing at the top of the staircase, I can see a visible light onto the clearing like a portal or a gateway is on top of the plateau. We need to climb upward. Said the blonde haired blue eyed phantom. The pair of phantoms climbed upward in horizontal and diagonal patterns. The interwoven paths that connect into bridges, reclines and divides. They are connected to a spinning staircase going upward. The labyrinth was a place that time did not affect. Phantoms walked up a slanted stairway and the images of epic battles came from souls of the dead, the reflection on the whirlpool on the walls were recorded cinematic film to the phantoms that watched. A scene of a child knight in a tunic with intaglio lions across the shirt. He battled for survival in tears as his parents layed slain battling the demon spawn invading the country side of a Human Kingdom. The farm estate where the child lived was burned to the ground while he slashed the gullet of the Urghast Demons. The Urghast

Demons attacked like a score of undead Knights impailing the child in unison. The child cried but knew instinctively that he died heroically like his occupation demanded him to as a knight. His spirit phathomed in a whirlpool of pale aura, the aura that flared in the labyrinth of phantoms. He walked around in space with time and dates recorded into some kind of databank in space. Another scene in the Whirlpool of memories was that of a couple whom battle together in formation against an army of orcs, goblins and ogres. They were in electronic cyber armor in circuitry. The couple was a Angle and Dark Arch Angle dancing in swing and trot piercing in elegant swan moves. The Proton rapiers pierced the skulls of Goblins and Ogres incinerating flesh into ashe. The armor of the Orcs were labeled with the planet of their allegiance Orcius 51. The Dark Archangle and the female Archangle twirled in the air spinning their wings and feathers as they kissed in a romantic orchestra of blades. The vision ended in sorrow, as a Electron high battery battleaxe sheared the two lovers in half. They appeared together in the labyrinth and did not know who they were but instinctively kissed each other. “How romantic. I feel something in my soul aching at the sight of the two lovers battling. I am missing something; my lover is in a different world I know it. (Whimper.)(Whimper.) He must be someone special for me to feel so hurt. Said The blonde haired girl with the blue eyes streaking with tears. “My homosapien companion your eyes are streaking with water from your eye glands. The creatures here remind of your lover do they. Then we must hurry to find a age toward the exit from this laberyinth of visions and clairvoyance. Let us go.” Said the blue errie fish scientist with the oval black onyx eyes. “Did you ever love someone. Did you ever meet someone that can fulfill your every desire. What is the realm that you come from fish friend. Why is it that my heart in such a way in pain, like it is twisting in knots. My companion, there is an exit somewhere above us, we must continue.” Said the blue eyed girl in tears. The pair walked up a hallway upward going toward the plateau at the top of the steps conversating about each other’s history. Phantoms and spiritual beings wondered by walking wondered by walking and chit chatting about their spirit venturing here from another plane. “The universe has a master computer bank where all life is made from. The DNA strand of all life is recorded in a Databank in two worlds in our quadrant. The world where the good races go are the spiritual beings of Omega Halo 7.

That is where I believe my people come from. The Sea of Atlantis where prophets of Jan’ai and Haggai Bounty Hunters come from. I can hear the transmitter radio frequency from alternate worlds send a sonar frequency from my world. This is Atlantis Shu-Mitsu Home base. Who ever this is. Your soul is going through a transformation, return to H.Q. in Omega Halo 7 quadrant Atlantis 700,000 clicks into the bottom of the sea. This is Omega Halo 7 under water base, Atlantis Shu-Mitsu Homebase is sending a transmission to whom ever this person maybe. You are ordered to come to Omega Halo 7.” Said The electronic radio transmitter on the fish creature’s wrist gauntlets. “What do you think this world is Omega Halo 7. On my homeworld, there is computers and electronics crafted by Dwarves in the mountain of Tragga. The Dwarves created the electronic devices from the first Demon Reaver invasion from a world called Purgatory-66. The realm that I hail from is made by a vampire heirarcy with a Vampire Monarch. The ruler is Silf Mundore the King of Vampire of Gorum. I I was a vampire too. I still do thirst for the taste of blood in my mouth. The vampire plague is a blight on the land that can transform the vampires into horrid abominations. If the proper procedure is not correctly magicized, the vampire curse may cause the vampire to be transformed into a savage ghoul and reek havoc upon the land. What about your friends and family, where do they come from?” Said The blonde hair girl with the blonde hair and blue eyes. “I don’t suppose I know them. Abnesia has cause my brain to forget all my memories in my mind. I recall the feeling of feeding my young sardines from a school in the bottom of the Sea bed. The Nauticus sea shells that are connected together in a closister of seashells are home to the Prophets of Jan’ai. My race of aquatic counstables are aid to the Angles above on land. We are the reconnisense that gather information on the world. We are the spies of Omega Halo 7, I see images of us using stealth technology to sneak into a sewer to sabotage a terrorist cult of Cherubim horsemen. The horsemen were crafting poison bombs for a religious cult called “The Bullo Divino Motissimo”. We aided in the apprehension of the cultist fanatic “The Santa Maximo of the Gladius.” We have been protecting people of the Sea of Atlantis for thousands of years. I see the images and feel my calling vaguely in my mind. Is there anything else you would like to know?” Said the blue prophet of Jan’nai with the tenticles and squid obsidian eyes. “You lived an intresting life my squid companion. The life of covert deeds are

ordered by the king of my city in Gorum. I remenise about strange skirmishes I faced living as an agent of Vampiro. The vampire ruler is Silf Mundore, he is a justified king that walk in the light even though he is a shadow servent of the underworld. Gorum is a continent govern by dark servents for millenniums. The sky is a constant drizzle of snow to block out the sun. the memories that I have in the service of Gorum are filled of sacrificial ceremonies of Vampires sending ambrosia to Vampiro to block the sun. My childhood was filled with young children that play in the underground sewers. My mum was a rogue and my pa was a welsh regent in the sewercity in the Undercity. I still small clues of who my lover was. I feel him floating somewhere in the stars upon the sky.” Said the blonde hair girl with the blue eyes and toga. “Love. Love is the cool mountain dew drifting down a stream filled with bread crumbs. The exit to this labyrinth is near. Stay close human.” Said the Blue Prophet of Jan’ai. The pair walked upward toward a curving stair case and came upona portal with engraved wings that circle into a mirror like pedestal. The cherubims are etched in fine granite that gave the mirror a holy celestial aura. The mirror stood with a scene of a coliseum in tourch lite and halograms of guardians with wings upon their backs wearing leather cutlass. “What do you think those visons are suppose to do. Do you think we can venture forth into that mirror?” Said the blonde hair girl. “I believe that mirroris a portal into the next realm. The trials ahead may come to battle with guardians of that world. We must hold fast and stand guard. I will use my sonar and physchic telephatic telekenisis to subdue any of our adversaries. Be warned homosapien friend, keep your blade keen.” Said the blue Prophet of Jan’nai with the tentacle head and nylon fabric under watersuit. “Aye. Lead on my water laven friend.” Said the blonde girl in toga. The pair walked into the portal with the swirling Arrora Borri Ellis worm holes that pulled the pair into another program into space. The Qutra-gigs was another planet or solar system that was a different main frame apart of Omega Halo 7’s afterlife. The most pious and godly Samaritans with valor were summoned here and how well they battled would decide what would happened to their destination. The most adequate warriors would be sent into the gauntlets of the

most royal families in all of Omega Halo 7’s government. The pair of friendly phantoms were teleported through cyber optic light from the computer tower in zion’s computer. The computerized world was filled with trials to test the spirit of the dead in space in Omega Halo 7’s quadrant. The collosium was filled with different race of humans, Prophets of Jan’ai, Haggai Sharks, Herbanoids, Dark Archangles and other races that are apart of the holy races of Omega Halo 7. The world that they wisped to was a collosium filled with instructions that whipped the gladiators to fight. The pair came upon a computerizied projector with a data receiver of all phantoms that wisped into the collosium. “This is the trials in Omega Halo 7’s rebirth program to test which destination you would be respawned to. The trials here will test leadership teamwork and other skills in the battlefield.” Said the computer projector tower. “What is the objective you wish for us to complete. Do you have any weapons or armor to equip to give strength in our Crusaude.” Said the blonde hair girl with the blue eyes. “Is there any identification that will give a clue on our location to where we are going. Abnesia has struck my mind many times. Binary God of the virtual world, is their any clue what we must do to go back to our home world.” Said the Prophet of Jan’ai. “The trials ahead are an enigma filled with riddles and obstacles that is used to test teamwork as a group. When the two the gauntlet, work to keep the party actively moving. Obliterate all adversity that block your path and you will be revived to the next part of your new life.” Said the electronic voice of the projection computer tower. “As of weapons they will be given to you into the software wifi-link. When you go into the coliseum be ready for a macabre of swords.” Said the Tower computer. “As you wish observer of the after life.” Said the Blue eyed girl with the blonde hair. The computerized projector mechanical radio receiver sent a frequency and warped the two into a platform somewhere in the Milky Way of space. The two landed on a chariot that stood by itself on a forward path that turned into a race track in space. A hundred chariots appeared and began to take off. The battery

powered engine geared into drive and burned the granite marble track making skidrow. The race track began to explode into a lava brimstone cascade of flame onto the race track. The radio on the chariot came on and announced the objective. “At the end of the race, at least fifty allies must be with you upon the end of the race when you the finish line.” Said the eccentric harmonized voice. The chariots raced bumping into eachother causing sparks because of spikes upon the wheels. The race track filled with leaps and jumps, and there were traps that shot the chariot upward. A brood of two headed Ogres leaped from microchips implanted into the black onyx floor. The thin and electronic yellowish light from the Neutrons are solar powered microchip wiring taking energy from the sun. The two headed giant ogres came swinging giant maces slamming, into the chariots, knocking one or two at a time out of the race. The chariots were driven by two drivers someone to steer and someone to shoot arrows. The Prophet of Jan’ai drove the Chariot to the front of the ocean of chariots and fired a cache of arrows in seconds landing head shots, throats shots and arrows into the eyes of the ogres. “Everyone gather into a spear formation and drive a wedge forward through the ogres. Stand together going over the traps that launch you forward. If you leap into the air fire a volley downward to allies upon the ground. Move soldiers! Said the blonde hair girl screaming commands into the crowd. The chariots in unison raining arrows above over the heads of the ogres. The Ogres fell from the arrows from above. The track made sharp turns and the chariots that almost sped off the tracks were shot in the wheel by arrows to stay on the road. The chariots were turning and shimmying from the arrows that hit the wheels in sequence. The precision was a skill from a master ranger hitting the chariots keeping them from skidding off the sharp tracks. The track became more horrifying with cliff hangers that had hidden switches that had to be bolted by arrows. The s popped in random sequence, causing chaos in the midst of the chariots. “Everyone keep your eyes open for s to fire upon, the square targets activate lifts to leap across the cliffhangers. Fire upon the s!” Screamed the blonde girl directing the chariots.

“Human. The road is filled with deadly death defying traps. Grab hold of the railing to keep your position. Hold onto the railing.” Said the prophet of Jan’ai. The chariots raced forward toward a bridge that was operated with a mechanical pullie that had chains in gold turning when every activating switch is hit. The bridge across was a mile and a half underneath the bridge. The stars in the universe were bright like a billon diamonds shinning in the astral plane in space, the last formation of target s came in a three triangle spots in the left corner. The arrows hit the formation and the draw bridge lifted underneath the top like fifty feet. A school of mechanical birds flew into the air. The heraldic renaissance carvings upon the mechanical gold birds been around the labyrinth for centuries used as sentries to guard the trials of Omega Halo’s 7’s Zion digital heaven. The birds cackled a sound similar to a ticking of a Grandfather clock. The birds watched as the chariots were coming ahead. “Fish friend. We fall down that trap chute towards the bottom and we will be destroyed, we need to leap for those mechanical birds.” Said The blonde haired blue eyed girl in a white toga. “Those mechanical birds are inanimate objects that are used for something. I believe we can leap onto them without hurting ourselves. They must be used for that purpose.” Said The blue fished tentacle driver. The blonde hair girl in a toga turned around and shouted into the formation of the ocean of chariots. The chariots raced forward to the black onyx coliseum track filled with gold conductors. “Soldiers. When we go over the bridge. Stand firm soldiers and listen. When we leap across the bridge, leap upon the mechanical birds and grab onto them. This is a direct order. Is that clear!” Screamed the blonde haired girl in a white Toga. “Yes sir!” Shouted the sea of Chariots in unison. “Stand at the ready men!” Shouted the leading girl. “Yes sir!” Shouted the sea of chariots in unison. The chariots sped in speeds about a hundred miles per hour. The chariots with the blonde hair girl and blue fish man tumbled over the clearing spinning. The two engers leaped forward and grabbed the mechanical birds. The magnetic

chariot landed on the track on top of the conductor transistor wiring in gold. The ocean of chariots leaped in unison like a coliseum Circus Maximus, leaping into the air over obsticles and deadly pitfalls. The soldiers dressed in papyrus toga in beige white clothes. The blonde haired girl leaped onto the mechanical birds like chimpanzees swinging on a tree vine. The sea of soldiers leaped like stampeding gazelle that frolic over streams. The army of chariot racers rode the mechanical birds over the coliseum race track. The chariot drivers rode the mechanical clock twisting birds. Howls filled the air as some of the bird riders fell to their deaths from the sky. The chariots moved in unison as the chariots sped in formation. The chariots were held to the ground by magnetized lining around the chariot’s wheels. People screamed as they fell to their deaths riding on the mechanical birds. The mechanical birds had heraldic symbols and hieroglyphics to decorate the birds. The birds began to swoop down towards the moving chariots and the riders of the chariots began to leap back onto the chariots. The blone haired girl and the blue fish man with the black oval eyes hovered over the chariot. “We need to jump for it.” Said the blonde haired girl. “Flying over the chariots at these altitudes may cast a dangerous cost homosapien friend. We must leap while the chariot is slowing down.” Said the blue prophet of Jan’ai with the tenticles. The chariot slowed down and when the chariot came into place, the pair leaped onto the chariot. And they began to race toward the end of the collosium’s Circus Maximus. The chariot came toward the end of the race and a vortex rift opened with the coloration of light white aura. The chariot sped off into the portal and the spirit of the chariot drivers wisped into the Astral plane. The stars in the sky were filled with dippers and milky ways, worm holes from spinning gases that warp to different places into the universe. The server tower of Omega Halo 7 down loaded the soul of the blonde hair blue eyed girl into the simulated program. The platform is translucent, the pavillion with the pillars surrounded the girl with screens of her former life. The celestial feelings of something divine filled the pavilion with the halograms of the girl’s life. Her companion the blue prophet of Jan’ai was gone. Her gaze came upon the on the screen of a bald tann skinned man that was orient Sithamma. His red eyes and handsome face put tears into the eyes of the blonde haired girl in a white toga. She watched as her past began to move from screen to screen about her lover. The mysterious person brought heart wrenching twist into the heart of the blonde haired girl. A scene of the two as children watching a theather of sock puppets, eating some

honey cakes brought tears to her eyes. The blonde girl looked at the image and clinched her teeth and balled her fist. She wined and cried at the sight of the bald Sithamma man with red eyes. “Whoever you may be my unknown friend the sight of your face sends joy and pain to my heart. I know I love you. I can feel my ion flutter with the sight of you my stranger. Who are you my lover?” Said the blonde haired girl. The girl with the blonde hair, white toga and tears in her face looked upon a scene of her giving birth in a tavern or inn. The sight of her lover and friends brought ease into the heart of the girl. “I bare children with you my lover stranger. The sight of your face bring ease on the burdens of my life. So many heroic adventures with you.” Said the Blonde haired girl with the blue eyes. She smiled, she cried such tears of beautiful moments in her heart when she saw the wedding proposal. The wedding proposal was at the Rin-Tin Pagoda underneath the stars in the sky. The fireworks of red splashes filled the skies while the Kobolt sang songs and danced an Ibuki dance. The bald Sithamma orient sang songs and dance a theatrical dance and went down on his knee then purposed. “Hannah Hagglecoin, the lover of my life. You stole the coins from my heart. You are the treasure chest that I been looking for in my explorations. You are the priceless gem that I been looking for my whole life. I love you Hannah Hagglecoin. Marry me love.” Said the tanned skinned Sithamma rogue with the red eyes. The blonde hair and blue eyes of Hannah Hagglecoin reminisced about her name and where she came from. “My name is Hannah Hagglecoin. That is my name. So familiar yet so unclear. So vague who are you father of my son. The man is not a Caucasian male, he is someone of color. I love this man so much. I see it in his Vampiric eyes, this person is someone that owns my soul. I am bound to him forever no mater what part of the universe I travel.” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “Star spirit traveler, the stars have guide you into the universe into my domain of Omega Halo 7. You have been chosen to be apart of my family Hannah

Hagglecoin. Your heroic deeds are engraved into the universe from the battle you have fought against evil. The stars align and planets are formed from the godly powers of gaseous space. I have not the slightest clue that a star outside of Omega Halo 7’s quadrant could contain a lifeform that was powerful enough to defeat a Dark Archangle let alone Luci’fer Blackwings. Hannah Hagglecoin, your new name is Alexandria Holyspear. You have been granted issions into the Holyspear family. The high council of Omega Halo 7’s top heirachy. The Holyspear family is a protector of the council of Omega Halo 7 and the righthand blade of Archangel General Micheal Gabriel.” Said a harmonic syntized voice from the computer tower of Omega Halo 7. “Alexandria Holyspear, that is my new title. Will I anything of my former life?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin the blonde hair blued girl. “No. Your memory will be saved onto a desktop hard drive in the stars. You will know not where you came from Alexendria my daughter. Be ready for your first crawl and first walk my lovely daughter. Be ready for to be reborn again into your new world. I am your father Zanthonia Holyspear and you are a member of the Holyspear family. You will be born again as an angel my lovely daughter. And your lover from your previous life well see you again in time. Welcome to Omega Halo 7. Said a voice in a harmonic synthesized robotics. “It is a pleasure father. What is the title they call you by father?” Said Hannah Hagglecoin. “My name is Zanthonia Holyspear the Tower Shield against the shadows of Purgatory-66. I bring order upon Omega Halo 7, Tyrano 12 Egythonia. There is no authority higher then the laws that are sanctified by Zanthonia Holyspear. When you reborn as my daughter enjoy the life you live and to train hard. Discipline yourself and the virtues of Omega Halo 7. To walk the path of the light and vanquish the shadows of the Dark. Zanthonia Holyspear is the name of your father, it well daughter.” Said the centurion with the Trojan helmet and the soft white yellowish glow phathoming from the aura around Zanthonia Holyspear. Hannah Haggelcoin followed Zanthonia Holyspear into the holographic portal that ed the spirit frequency of the people in the trials of Omega Halo 7, Into another server world and into another quadrant of the universe. Her eyes opened at the sight of her little cute fingers. She balled her fingers together at her

blurry vision. The yellow and white glow of the hospital bed surround by engraved intaglio heraldic symbols of angels, lions and Gryphon’s. When the Hagglecoin rogue awoken she realized she was a baby reborn…