Space Knight.

By Joe Thammasoth

The story is about a prince that was captured by Draconian enslavers that enslaved all of Jojo Sithammas people. He was forced to grow up in an arena of death as his caretakers fought for survival. The young prince escaped and was captured by rogues and forced to grow up under a vampire kingdom of Gorum. He learned to be a rogue trained by the Eyes of Gold. It is one of the best stories ever created. The story will captivate you, and a romance story about his childhood friend, the rogue Hannah Hagglecoin, will move your heart. A new threat is coming from some alternate dimension from some far-off galaxy. Stand with Jojo Sithamma as he battles the threat from another galaxy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543415919

Joe Thammasoth

My name is Joe Thammasoth and I was born in Santa Rosa California. Most of inspirations come from RA Savatore’s Drizzit series and Terry Goodkind’s Wizard First rule. I am currently working on the sequel and hope that readers will be swept away. I have other inspirations and they come from video games like Star Wars Old republic and Final Fantasy games. I hope to one day make video games and hope that I can build a good fan base. I live in Laveen Arizona and I hope that readers are captivated by the story of Jojo Sithamma.

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Space Knight.

Joe Thammasoth

Copyright © 2017 by Joe Thammasoth.

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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 passing 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, remember 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 remember 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 remember 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 support 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 trousers began to close, but his trousers 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 trousers.

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 pass 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 panel towards the moon. Beyond those stained glass panels 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 passed going upward towards the tiny starlite stainglass panel 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 passage 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 panel’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 passed 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