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Deception
The war was over. After fifty years of struggle the War of the Races had ended. It was agreed that General Tannamy, the human soldier that lead the Telia-Vanue Alliance to victory, and Colonel Yowzgo Myzu, a scormada and Tannamy's most trusted and best officer would become the leaders of the new republic. No longer would different races fight amongst another in feudal combat. For the first time we will all be united under one banner!
- From The War of the Races
Written By Hudeng Didrmc
Published in 2 A.W. (After War)
The War was started by the batom. Their hatred of humans led to the formation of the Beast Alliance, smugly using the most common term by humans to describe other races. Vanue was torn between the snaques and the scormada who sympathized with the humans. What followed was the longest and most awful chapter of history. Despite the scormadas' help many elders of Telia still refer to them as "insects" and "monsters" and will never think any more of them.
- History of the Republic
Written by George Duhman
Published 15 A.W
Chapter 1
The rattling of the one loose wheel was the only sound that night. The man pulled the collar of his coat up higher. The brim of his hat and long graying hair concealed his eyes. He shivered and rubbed his hands before encouraging his horse to move faster. The sun had gone down long ago. The peddler knew he should have stopped, but since he was only a few miles outside of the town, his destination, Belain, he decided to keep going. However he was starting to regret his decision. It was to quiet for his liking, much to quiet. The trees alongside the road seemed to stare at him. They loomed over him threateningly.
Up ahead he saw a lone figure. It appeared to be a young woman. She was standing perfectly still, watching him. He knew who it was by her dark red hair and her all black military uniform. He called out to her, hoping to prove he had nothing to hide. "Greetings, Lieutenant! Mighty cold night, eh?" The peddler chuckled. The woman didn't move. He noticed her scorpion tail twitch. He prayed it was from the cold and not anger. Her dark eyes were fixed on him. Even in the pale moonlight he could see the whites of her eyes. No, not white, gray. A long thin bone came out of each of her nostrils and came to a point above her upper lip. Her tan cheeks were slightly sunken in. This was his first time seeing her and he instantly understood what everyone meant when they describe her as "hauntingly beautiful." Once he was near her he got down from his wagon and bowed to her.
The Lieutenant's mouth opened to speak. Her pointed white teeth contrasted the darkness. "State your name and business, sir." Her voice was surprisingly soft.
"Of course, Madam. My name is Thomas Brittleton. I'm a peddler traveling to Belain to do business." he answered with a smile.
The Lieutenant's expression remained unchanged. "It's rather late for traveling, sir."
"Well…you see I thought about stopping, but since I only had a few more miles I figured I should just keep going, Lieutenant Zu'Coni." He tried to conceal his anxiety.
"Fair enough, but if you don't mind I'd like to have a look at your cargo." Zu'Coni said as her hard face cracked a very small smile.
"Of…Of course!" Thomas replied enthusiastically. He led her around back and opened his wagon for her to see inside. He didn't bother to offer her a light; scormada are nocturnal and can see in the dark.
After studying the cargo for a few minutes Zu'Coni closed the door and turned to the man. "I apologize for the inconvenience, sir. It's my job to ask questions after nightfall." Before Thomas could reply the scormada wandered away. He took that as permission to proceed and climbed back up. His horse continued onward. The eerie silence didn't bother him now that he knew Lieutenant Zu'Coni was in the area.
Maria woke bright and early as always. It was still dark; the sun wouldn't rise for another hour. Maria slipped out of bed and put her shoes and coat on. She tiptoed out of her room and down the hall as quietly as possible, so not to wake her father. She went outside and folded her arms across her chest. The morning air was cool and damp. She ran her fingers through her black hair and walked down the street. At the edge of the town was a well. Maria saw Zu'Coni pouring the well water from the bucket into a container, which she then ceiled and attached to her belt.
Maria went up to her and smiled. "Good morning, Zu'Coni, or should I say 'good night'?" she laughed at her own joke.
"Say whatever you like, it means the same to me." Zu'Coni replied bluntly. She didn't even look at Maria, who either did not notice, or care.
"How are you, today?" Maria asked the scormada.
"As always."
Maria nodded her head. "Was your night eventful?"
"No."
"Well I guess that's kind of a good thing." Maria smiled. There was no response. "Um…are you heading back to you house?"
"It's hardly a house, but yes." Zu'Coni replied as an afterthought as she started to walk away.
"Can I come?" Maria called after her. The lieutenant nodded her head without stopping. Maria walked quickly to catch up and then slowed down once by her side. She looked up at her friend who, while does not tower over her, still had a few inches more than Maria. "So…what's up?" There was no reply. "Zu'Coni?"
"I apologize. I was thinking."
"Oh, about what?"
"Nothing you need to know." The conversation did not continue until they reached the build in the outskirts of the town used by Zu'Coni. Like all buildings in Belain it was a small poorly built house in need of renovations. The wood was decaying and the holes in the roof were enough to make anyone want to spend the entire day outside; which most of the town's residents did.
They went inside and Maria sat down on the only place to sit, the bed. It was even smaller on the inside. Besides the bed there was a dresser, a crammed full bookshelf, a lamp, and a pantry filled with bread and fruit that did not have to be kept cold. None of which Zu'Coni could eat. The people of Belain did not realize scormada are carnivores and so people would drop off food baskets as gifts. Zu'Coni didn't want to throw it out and so she kept it for when Maria came over.
Maria broke off a piece of bread and sat back down. Zu'Coni unzipped her jacket and placed it in the dresser. She sat down next to Maria and took off her boots. She looked at Maria eating and asked, "Is it still fresh?" Maria nodded. Zu'Coni continued. "Why don't you take the rest with you?" Maria smiled. Thanks to Zu'Coni, Maria and her father spend hardly anything on food.
Maria noticed that despite the lieutenant's efforts to hide it, she was very tired. Maria stood up. "I'm gonna go. You go to sleep."
Zu'Coni smirked. "I'm not one to boss around." She said as she pulled back the covers of her bed.
"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight? My dad's cooking steak."
Zu'Coni's face remained unfazed, but her eyes seemed brighter. It was the only thing he could make that turned out eatable. "It will be breakfast for me, but fine."
"Ok then, dinner's at six." Maria smiled and was about to leave when she noticed Zu'Coni reaching for a book. "You're not going to bed yet?"
"It's to early."
"Alright, well…good morning, or should I say good night?" Maria once again laughed at her own joke.
"You said that already." Zu'Coni reminded her.
"Oh." Maria frowned and was once again about to leave when she thought of something else to say. "What book is that?"
Zu'Coni replied after a moment. "It's The Travels of Nuto."
"I've never heard of it, is it good?"
"Very, and its only available in Vanuin."
"Oh! That explains why I've never heard of it." Maria was about to say more when the scormada calmly cut her off.
"Goodbye, Maria."
Deception
The war was over. After fifty years of struggle the War of the Races had ended. It was agreed that General Tannamy, the human soldier that lead the Telia-Vanue Alliance to victory, and Colonel Yowzgo Myzu, a scormada and Tannamy's most trusted and best officer would become the leaders of the new republic. No longer would different races fight amongst another in feudal combat. For the first time we will all be united under one banner!
- From The War of the Races
Written By Hudeng Didrmc
Published in 2 A.W. (After War)
The War was started by the batom. Their hatred of humans led to the formation of the Beast Alliance, smugly using the most common term by humans to describe other races. Vanue was torn between the snaques and the scormada who sympathized with the humans. What followed was the longest and most awful chapter of history. Despite the scormadas' help many elders of Telia still refer to them as "insects" and "monsters" and will never think any more of them.
- History of the Republic
Written by George Duhman
Published 15 A.W
Chapter 1
The rattling of the one loose wheel was the only sound that night. The man pulled the collar of his coat up higher. The brim of his hat and long graying hair concealed his eyes. He shivered and rubbed his hands before encouraging his horse to move faster. The sun had gone down long ago. The peddler knew he should have stopped, but since he was only a few miles outside of the town, his destination, Belain, he decided to keep going. However he was starting to regret his decision. It was to quiet for his liking, much to quiet. The trees alongside the road seemed to stare at him. They loomed over him threateningly.
Up ahead he saw a lone figure. It appeared to be a young woman. She was standing perfectly still, watching him. He knew who it was by her dark red hair and her all black military uniform. He called out to her, hoping to prove he had nothing to hide. "Greetings, Lieutenant! Mighty cold night, eh?" The peddler chuckled. The woman didn't move. He noticed her scorpion tail twitch. He prayed it was from the cold and not anger. Her dark eyes were fixed on him. Even in the pale moonlight he could see the whites of her eyes. No, not white, gray. A long thin bone came out of each of her nostrils and came to a point above her upper lip. Her tan cheeks were slightly sunken in. This was his first time seeing her and he instantly understood what everyone meant when they describe her as "hauntingly beautiful." Once he was near her he got down from his wagon and bowed to her.
The Lieutenant's mouth opened to speak. Her pointed white teeth contrasted the darkness. "State your name and business, sir." Her voice was surprisingly soft.
"Of course, Madam. My name is Thomas Brittleton. I'm a peddler traveling to Belain to do business." he answered with a smile.
The Lieutenant's expression remained unchanged. "It's rather late for traveling, sir."
"Well…you see I thought about stopping, but since I only had a few more miles I figured I should just keep going, Lieutenant Zu'Coni." He tried to conceal his anxiety.
"Fair enough, but if you don't mind I'd like to have a look at your cargo." Zu'Coni said as her hard face cracked a very small smile.
"Of…Of course!" Thomas replied enthusiastically. He led her around back and opened his wagon for her to see inside. He didn't bother to offer her a light; scormada are nocturnal and can see in the dark.
After studying the cargo for a few minutes Zu'Coni closed the door and turned to the man. "I apologize for the inconvenience, sir. It's my job to ask questions after nightfall." Before Thomas could reply the scormada wandered away. He took that as permission to proceed and climbed back up. His horse continued onward. The eerie silence didn't bother him now that he knew Lieutenant Zu'Coni was in the area.
Maria woke bright and early as always. It was still dark; the sun wouldn't rise for another hour. Maria slipped out of bed and put her shoes and coat on. She tiptoed out of her room and down the hall as quietly as possible, so not to wake her father. She went outside and folded her arms across her chest. The morning air was cool and damp. She ran her fingers through her black hair and walked down the street. At the edge of the town was a well. Maria saw Zu'Coni pouring the well water from the bucket into a container, which she then ceiled and attached to her belt.
Maria went up to her and smiled. "Good morning, Zu'Coni, or should I say 'good night'?" she laughed at her own joke.
"Say whatever you like, it means the same to me." Zu'Coni replied bluntly. She didn't even look at Maria, who either did not notice, or care.
"How are you, today?" Maria asked the scormada.
"As always."
Maria nodded her head. "Was your night eventful?"
"No."
"Well I guess that's kind of a good thing." Maria smiled. There was no response. "Um…are you heading back to you house?"
"It's hardly a house, but yes." Zu'Coni replied as an afterthought as she started to walk away.
"Can I come?" Maria called after her. The lieutenant nodded her head without stopping. Maria walked quickly to catch up and then slowed down once by her side. She looked up at her friend who, while does not tower over her, still had a few inches more than Maria. "So…what's up?" There was no reply. "Zu'Coni?"
"I apologize. I was thinking."
"Oh, about what?"
"Nothing you need to know." The conversation did not continue until they reached the build in the outskirts of the town used by Zu'Coni. Like all buildings in Belain it was a small poorly built house in need of renovations. The wood was decaying and the holes in the roof were enough to make anyone want to spend the entire day outside; which most of the town's residents did.
They went inside and Maria sat down on the only place to sit, the bed. It was even smaller on the inside. Besides the bed there was a dresser, a crammed full bookshelf, a lamp, and a pantry filled with bread and fruit that did not have to be kept cold. None of which Zu'Coni could eat. The people of Belain did not realize scormada are carnivores and so people would drop off food baskets as gifts. Zu'Coni didn't want to throw it out and so she kept it for when Maria came over.
Maria broke off a piece of bread and sat back down. Zu'Coni unzipped her jacket and placed it in the dresser. She sat down next to Maria and took off her boots. She looked at Maria eating and asked, "Is it still fresh?" Maria nodded. Zu'Coni continued. "Why don't you take the rest with you?" Maria smiled. Thanks to Zu'Coni, Maria and her father spend hardly anything on food.
Maria noticed that despite the lieutenant's efforts to hide it, she was very tired. Maria stood up. "I'm gonna go. You go to sleep."
Zu'Coni smirked. "I'm not one to boss around." She said as she pulled back the covers of her bed.
"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight? My dad's cooking steak."
Zu'Coni's face remained unfazed, but her eyes seemed brighter. It was the only thing he could make that turned out eatable. "It will be breakfast for me, but fine."
"Ok then, dinner's at six." Maria smiled and was about to leave when she noticed Zu'Coni reaching for a book. "You're not going to bed yet?"
"It's to early."
"Alright, well…good morning, or should I say good night?" Maria once again laughed at her own joke.
"You said that already." Zu'Coni reminded her.
"Oh." Maria frowned and was once again about to leave when she thought of something else to say. "What book is that?"
Zu'Coni replied after a moment. "It's The Travels of Nuto."
"I've never heard of it, is it good?"
"Very, and its only available in Vanuin."
"Oh! That explains why I've never heard of it." Maria was about to say more when the scormada calmly cut her off.
"Goodbye, Maria."