A gigantic black crow shows up shortly after the mini avalanche and perches itself on top of the tallest peak. Its stare makes all of the richly dressed people uneasy. By this time most of the followers of Vosce were on their knees with the various metallic objects clutched in their hands.
Norte drops his offerings and in a frantic gesture he cowers under one of the hollowed hunks of rusted machinery on the beach. The black crows eyes glowing yellow from the reflection of the morning sun transfixed its gaze on the rich followers. "Norte. Norte. Do not move. This creature is a watch bird from a foreign land. It means us no…",before the father could finish his sentence, the massive bird spread it's wings and begin to flap heavily. The winds from the wings created mini currents on the beach that splashed against the legs of the kneeling. The bird having gotten a full view of the beach and the surrounding mountains…took off again into the morning sky.
The group of worshippers slowly rose, gathered up their belongings and began to examine the wreckage. Norte pulls out some sort of adding device and starts punching numbers into it. "It's the fifth of the month and there are twelve of us here. Divide that by the Planet's congruent tangent theorem.", Norte bites his lip as he begins jotting down notes on a sheet of paper.
"What have you got there, Norte?," his father asks with great enthusiasm. "Poppa, I think our calculations were off by about thirty days. There were no black crows in my equations." Norte begins to gather all of the parts of the rusted machine that would fit into his empty wheel barrel.
"The black crow is a messenger of the Vosce lord himself, Norte", the father helps Norte with the heavier pieces. "The lord is most likely displeased with our current findings. Seeing how we haven't found his son after all this time."
The father gained some sort of confidence from his son's addition skills and suggested that the others will head back home to AB. In moments everyone pulled out an adding machine and began punching numbers. A hooded woman approached Norte's Father and spoke in a soft monotone voice. "Master Adder, if you and Norte go the Vosce Capitol by yourselves. There is only a thirty-three percent chance that you will make it out alive." The man now known as Master Adder and Norte's father extends a hand out to the hooded woman and simply asks," Then would you go to Vosce capitol with my son and I, to try and get an extension on our scientology experiment?"
Without saying anything else, the brave three gathered whatever wreckage they could and headed through some tall grass toward the Vosce capitol. The rest of the Calculators packed up their belongings and punched in even more numbers on their adding machines. Shortly thereafter the troop of Calculators headed south back to AB.
By daybreak at Lavi Sorraha…the men lead by Franker Moon had dug a hole that was half a mile in diameter and just as deep. Most of the men were breathing heavily and taking many short breaks. The great General Moon had canvassed the entire town in one night and still had no clue as to the whereabouts of The Metal Mage. Franker became very frustrated and wondered if the hunch he had was just a waste of his men's strength.
"General sir…you were right!", a young soldier walks up to the general's make shift base. Ung and Garris just hit what seems like an underground bunker. There seems to be quite a few survivors inside.
The broad General makes his way back to the dig site and takes a look down. "Break it open." Two men drop the shovels and pick up two battle axes. They take really huge swings and slams at the reinforced metal but it doesn't dent at all. The people start moaning and crying on the inside now.
General Moon looks down at them in disgust. He raises his battle axe in the air and hurls it at high speeds down towards the reinforced metal. The two men barely have time to get out of the way as the axe shreds though the metal bunker like so much butter.
The two men take a look inside." It appears to be just women and children General sir."
Franker Moon smiles a little…"Men. Get them all chained and showered. Keep the woman and children in separate holding areas as well"
Excited at the fact that they'd soon have warm food and women, dozens of troops eagerly lowered ladders and chains to help accommodate the survivors. Franker's men leaped into the hole. The crying women and children are escorted out of the hole and up the ladders.
Franker examines the new found mass of woman and children. He and his men surround small group. Most appear well dressed and rested unlike Moon and his men.
The soldiers all had bags under their eyes and the morning sun seemed to bake the dirt directly into their skin. The poked and prodded at the refugees with the pointed tips of their axes. The women squeezed their children tight muffling what little whimpers they leaked out. As Franker paced back and forth, his men surrounded the lot and forced them into an even tighter circle.
"For those of you who don't know who we are," The General continues…,"My Name is Franker Moon. I am the one of the three Goth Generals from the Nation of Graadis. We've traveled for almost half a year through countless other countries searching for someone that belongs to us.
A little girl breaks away from here mother and confronts Moon," People don't belong to other people. That's not the way the world works. Before the little girl could say another word, a soldier swings his heavy axe spear at the little girl. A much older frantic woman reaches into her skirt pocket and pulls out long metallic tubing with a handle at one end.
The woman points her hand at the man "Bam! Bam! Sparks fly from the women's hand as she falls back into the crowd. The Goth soldier falls dead at the girl's feet and before she even has a chance to scream, Franker Moon scoops her up into his arms.
"Let go of my daughter. We don't have anything…anymore. Just leave us with our lives.", The woman stands upright again aiming the gun at anyone who comes close. Franker clutches the girl close and gently brushes her hair back. As if ignoring the woman altogether, he finds a nearby tree stump and sits the girl on his lap. He then continues his speech.
"As Goths, our ultimate goal is the complete unification of the world…We are the only race on this planet with the strength and intelligence suited to control all others. You say owning others isn't the way the world works. It is the only way it can work correctly. That is the simple truth little girl."
"Le..let her go.," the shaking women aims the gun at the General now. Franker set his eyes on the women and brushed the little girl's clumsy hair back again. "Typical Lavi trash!", The general stands up and walks right up to the shaking woman.
"Lavi's let their emotions guide their actions. That's why all the men died here last night. They just charged that devil blindly without putting enough thought was into developing a sensible plan. Goths are very different. We train our minds as well as our bodies.
"Mommy, you killed that man.," The little girl stared at her now hysterical mother with contraption in hand.
"You've started a battle you had no way of winning. You are outnumbered and don't have enough bullets in that hand cannon to disable more than three of my men. There are only a few dozen of you and over a hundred of us here now. Not to mention the troops we have patrolling in the north and east." Franker grunts all this as the little girl fights herself free and runs back to her mother.
The woman lets out a deep brooding voice.., "We will not be your slaves or bitches. So kill us or let us go. The soldiers and refugees all look confused now.
Franker walks away and gives his men final orders. "Unit one. Take the children to the library and question them. Unit three, use the old warehouse and take the women there for their showers."
Not looking back, Franker listens out for the screams of the new prisoners….BANG…
"One." He counts to himself "Bang. Bang. "There went her last two shots. What Stupid Lavi trash. "Ratatatatatatatatatata!!! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Ratataatatatatatatata!
"What in the hell is that?", Franker turns around and watches as the women and children feverishly try to fight off the Goth troops. "So the metal mage gave all of them hand cannons I see. I didn't want any blood on my hands today, but it looks like this problem needs to be solved immediately."
Franker Moon picks up speed and hastily runs towards the shooting mob. His huge axe drawn, he slices through five or six of the women aiming their cannons at him. The other women and children who try to shoot at him get there projectiles blocked by the broad side of his ax. In seconds, Franker manages to maim, kill or disable any possible threat of any more cannon fire.
"Gasp!" Listen to me. Lavi Sorraha is property of Graadis now. I am not a murderer. But you all tried my patience forcing my hand. Do not make that mistake again. Those of my soldiers in Unit three who are not dead, bury your comrades in that hole. Unit one take everyone else to the library for questioning.
Franker leans against his blood soaked ax and stares at the aftermath of the conflict he just finished. Breathing a little heavy from the melee, he stares at the woman and little girl who lit this entire uprising. All of their eyes met for an instance and Franker nodded and let out an evil grin. That's when Moon realized he didn't run over to protect his very capable men, but to insure that that woman and child were not executed.
The southern trek back to AB was a quiet one. The dozen Calculators kept to themselves for the most part. They marched in single file through thickets and across great wheat fields. The Calculators were known for their excellent navigational abilities and their uncanny ability to mathematically compute the outcome of future events. Prophet-like in demeanor, they often wore high end quality jewelry and expensive clothing to show off their status in the world.
Norte drops his offerings and in a frantic gesture he cowers under one of the hollowed hunks of rusted machinery on the beach. The black crows eyes glowing yellow from the reflection of the morning sun transfixed its gaze on the rich followers. "Norte. Norte. Do not move. This creature is a watch bird from a foreign land. It means us no…",before the father could finish his sentence, the massive bird spread it's wings and begin to flap heavily. The winds from the wings created mini currents on the beach that splashed against the legs of the kneeling. The bird having gotten a full view of the beach and the surrounding mountains…took off again into the morning sky.
The group of worshippers slowly rose, gathered up their belongings and began to examine the wreckage. Norte pulls out some sort of adding device and starts punching numbers into it. "It's the fifth of the month and there are twelve of us here. Divide that by the Planet's congruent tangent theorem.", Norte bites his lip as he begins jotting down notes on a sheet of paper.
"What have you got there, Norte?," his father asks with great enthusiasm. "Poppa, I think our calculations were off by about thirty days. There were no black crows in my equations." Norte begins to gather all of the parts of the rusted machine that would fit into his empty wheel barrel.
"The black crow is a messenger of the Vosce lord himself, Norte", the father helps Norte with the heavier pieces. "The lord is most likely displeased with our current findings. Seeing how we haven't found his son after all this time."
The father gained some sort of confidence from his son's addition skills and suggested that the others will head back home to AB. In moments everyone pulled out an adding machine and began punching numbers. A hooded woman approached Norte's Father and spoke in a soft monotone voice. "Master Adder, if you and Norte go the Vosce Capitol by yourselves. There is only a thirty-three percent chance that you will make it out alive." The man now known as Master Adder and Norte's father extends a hand out to the hooded woman and simply asks," Then would you go to Vosce capitol with my son and I, to try and get an extension on our scientology experiment?"
Without saying anything else, the brave three gathered whatever wreckage they could and headed through some tall grass toward the Vosce capitol. The rest of the Calculators packed up their belongings and punched in even more numbers on their adding machines. Shortly thereafter the troop of Calculators headed south back to AB.
By daybreak at Lavi Sorraha…the men lead by Franker Moon had dug a hole that was half a mile in diameter and just as deep. Most of the men were breathing heavily and taking many short breaks. The great General Moon had canvassed the entire town in one night and still had no clue as to the whereabouts of The Metal Mage. Franker became very frustrated and wondered if the hunch he had was just a waste of his men's strength.
"General sir…you were right!", a young soldier walks up to the general's make shift base. Ung and Garris just hit what seems like an underground bunker. There seems to be quite a few survivors inside.
The broad General makes his way back to the dig site and takes a look down. "Break it open." Two men drop the shovels and pick up two battle axes. They take really huge swings and slams at the reinforced metal but it doesn't dent at all. The people start moaning and crying on the inside now.
General Moon looks down at them in disgust. He raises his battle axe in the air and hurls it at high speeds down towards the reinforced metal. The two men barely have time to get out of the way as the axe shreds though the metal bunker like so much butter.
The two men take a look inside." It appears to be just women and children General sir."
Franker Moon smiles a little…"Men. Get them all chained and showered. Keep the woman and children in separate holding areas as well"
Excited at the fact that they'd soon have warm food and women, dozens of troops eagerly lowered ladders and chains to help accommodate the survivors. Franker's men leaped into the hole. The crying women and children are escorted out of the hole and up the ladders.
Franker examines the new found mass of woman and children. He and his men surround small group. Most appear well dressed and rested unlike Moon and his men.
The soldiers all had bags under their eyes and the morning sun seemed to bake the dirt directly into their skin. The poked and prodded at the refugees with the pointed tips of their axes. The women squeezed their children tight muffling what little whimpers they leaked out. As Franker paced back and forth, his men surrounded the lot and forced them into an even tighter circle.
"For those of you who don't know who we are," The General continues…,"My Name is Franker Moon. I am the one of the three Goth Generals from the Nation of Graadis. We've traveled for almost half a year through countless other countries searching for someone that belongs to us.
A little girl breaks away from here mother and confronts Moon," People don't belong to other people. That's not the way the world works. Before the little girl could say another word, a soldier swings his heavy axe spear at the little girl. A much older frantic woman reaches into her skirt pocket and pulls out long metallic tubing with a handle at one end.
The woman points her hand at the man "Bam! Bam! Sparks fly from the women's hand as she falls back into the crowd. The Goth soldier falls dead at the girl's feet and before she even has a chance to scream, Franker Moon scoops her up into his arms.
"Let go of my daughter. We don't have anything…anymore. Just leave us with our lives.", The woman stands upright again aiming the gun at anyone who comes close. Franker clutches the girl close and gently brushes her hair back. As if ignoring the woman altogether, he finds a nearby tree stump and sits the girl on his lap. He then continues his speech.
"As Goths, our ultimate goal is the complete unification of the world…We are the only race on this planet with the strength and intelligence suited to control all others. You say owning others isn't the way the world works. It is the only way it can work correctly. That is the simple truth little girl."
"Le..let her go.," the shaking women aims the gun at the General now. Franker set his eyes on the women and brushed the little girl's clumsy hair back again. "Typical Lavi trash!", The general stands up and walks right up to the shaking woman.
"Lavi's let their emotions guide their actions. That's why all the men died here last night. They just charged that devil blindly without putting enough thought was into developing a sensible plan. Goths are very different. We train our minds as well as our bodies.
"Mommy, you killed that man.," The little girl stared at her now hysterical mother with contraption in hand.
"You've started a battle you had no way of winning. You are outnumbered and don't have enough bullets in that hand cannon to disable more than three of my men. There are only a few dozen of you and over a hundred of us here now. Not to mention the troops we have patrolling in the north and east." Franker grunts all this as the little girl fights herself free and runs back to her mother.
The woman lets out a deep brooding voice.., "We will not be your slaves or bitches. So kill us or let us go. The soldiers and refugees all look confused now.
Franker walks away and gives his men final orders. "Unit one. Take the children to the library and question them. Unit three, use the old warehouse and take the women there for their showers."
Not looking back, Franker listens out for the screams of the new prisoners….BANG…
"One." He counts to himself "Bang. Bang. "There went her last two shots. What Stupid Lavi trash. "Ratatatatatatatatatata!!! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Ratataatatatatatatata!
"What in the hell is that?", Franker turns around and watches as the women and children feverishly try to fight off the Goth troops. "So the metal mage gave all of them hand cannons I see. I didn't want any blood on my hands today, but it looks like this problem needs to be solved immediately."
Franker Moon picks up speed and hastily runs towards the shooting mob. His huge axe drawn, he slices through five or six of the women aiming their cannons at him. The other women and children who try to shoot at him get there projectiles blocked by the broad side of his ax. In seconds, Franker manages to maim, kill or disable any possible threat of any more cannon fire.
"Gasp!" Listen to me. Lavi Sorraha is property of Graadis now. I am not a murderer. But you all tried my patience forcing my hand. Do not make that mistake again. Those of my soldiers in Unit three who are not dead, bury your comrades in that hole. Unit one take everyone else to the library for questioning.
Franker leans against his blood soaked ax and stares at the aftermath of the conflict he just finished. Breathing a little heavy from the melee, he stares at the woman and little girl who lit this entire uprising. All of their eyes met for an instance and Franker nodded and let out an evil grin. That's when Moon realized he didn't run over to protect his very capable men, but to insure that that woman and child were not executed.
The southern trek back to AB was a quiet one. The dozen Calculators kept to themselves for the most part. They marched in single file through thickets and across great wheat fields. The Calculators were known for their excellent navigational abilities and their uncanny ability to mathematically compute the outcome of future events. Prophet-like in demeanor, they often wore high end quality jewelry and expensive clothing to show off their status in the world.