Glorac was a 108th century ruler of Parscan who ruled with an iron fist. He was known to take his enemies from their homes and beat them until they were nearly dead. Then he’d release them and after they healed he’d do it all over again. Now after the 1st time most still showed defiance for him after being released, but after the second not a man or woman ever said a cross word about Glorac again.
Glorac was also known to cut his people’s food rations if a day went by without a happy chorus of songs. Needless to say his people became lovers of music and several quality bands were formed known as penance groups. In the last week of Glorac’s life he had 600,000 people strangled and thrown from the top of Mt. Besvo. These people were from a list of slights that he felt they had handed him in his life. He had waited to kill them in the hopes they would summon the wherewithal to apologize for the indiscretions. Famaron knew the stories of Glorac all too well as he was a direct descendant of him and the 654th in the Venge family line.
Inside Prasau Tarmo’s lavish chateau sat Gados, Lasor Pucket, Tarok, Fists Pour and Gamoub Tar. The left side of the room had several moving parts with various levels being moved up and down, as a person would want them too to get to various things like the pantry or the poker room. In the center of the room was a floating 30 foot long brown and gold wooden table, with 20 black thrones around it. On
the table were sport robots, which were 3 foot high blue and green robots that did anything you asked including dancing, singing, even fighting another robot. In the center of the table there was a large computer and monitor that would rise up at your voice command. On the right side of the room there were all of Prasau’s caged animals from Corvubs to even Ormu’s inside glass cages.
Corvubs were a man like creature with red and black skin, as well as large black wings. Their faces were demonic and had menacing fangs and lifeless green eyes. Their hands were large and had long 10 inch spikes extending from them. They wore leather vests and black tight leather underwear.
Ormu’s were bright yellow in color with a single red spot that covered their right eye. They had bulbous egg shaped heads and bright red eyes and their entire bodies were covered in a 4 inch long soft fur. Their bodies were 10 feet long and they had thin necks that were 2 feet long. They had a 3 piece tail with each piece a different color from brown to red to a blue furry tip.
The far end of the room had a large pulsing magical generator that emanated a thick green light that stopped 6 feet out. All of Prasau’s staffs, Morshito bracelets, Oreons and Mutters were floating inside its light, as well as his robes.
Mutters were 11 inch long marble and steel hand pistols that had red crystal triggers. They also had a spot on the handle you pressed with your thumb to increase their range. They fired quick bursts of unstable magical energy that could do a variety of horrible things to a person from blowing a hole clean thru them to turning them into pond scum.
Everyone was sitting at the table except Prasau who was standing at the head of the table with a Paimo cigarette in his hand, which was a light bitter tasting brand. Then Prasau jumped up on the table
and glared at everyone and shouted,” You were women yesterday and men today! Who wants to run the world!”
“ We all do, but it was your plan, Prasau, that brought us victory, so thus it’s yours,” said Lasor happily as he laughed slightly and raised his glass.
“ I don’t know, what about a world under Gados can’t ya see it. I’d take every person that swore Famaron loyalty and beat them to death. Now that’s progress better than Ormu soup,” said Gados snidely as he smiled coldly.
“ Oh get that man another bottle of wine so he can remember his delusions of grandeur a bit better,” said Prasau jokingly as he grinned and then he said seriously,” No, my friends not even I can claim the power over Parscan The man who will give her back her smile and spunk…”
“ Is I gentlemen,” said Baub Avesup as he walked in through a secret passageway beneath the table and came out at the side of the head of the table and then said smoothly,” It takes a friend to sway a mind. Oh how I’ve missed my lovely Famaron, how ‘bout you?” asked Baub snidely as he grinned from ear to ear.
Baub was 6’4 and 250 pounds with a huge disproportionate head to his body. He had purple and seal black long wavy hair that was shaved in a circle above each ear with computer inputs inside each. He had permanent dark green sunglasses surgically attached to his face that were round in shape and had gold frames. His nose was like a knife’s edge and shot out of his face from his brow to his upper lip in a straight line. He had the Yesic Holy Council tattoos beneath each cheekbone of a 6 pointed cross in front of Buren’s face.
Buren was the founder of the Yesic 1000years prior. He created all the guidelines, laws, and dictated even the eventual thoughts of its members. He coined the phrase,” To race for a time is something, to take a righteous step is to know true victory.”
Baub also had on a black satin suit with a black silk shirt with white hexagons in a circle on the front as well as white buttons. His shoes were seal black leather with the Yesic crest burned onto the toes.
Everyone at the table looked at Baub in awe and then Gados said in shock,” But, Baub, Famaron has been your friend for 20 years, how could you betray him like this?” asked Gados as he looked at Baub sternly.
“ 25 years and it was easy. That pompous wind bag had plagued me at every turn. The time when he and I were friends passed some time ago, well at least it did secretly. Even now he thinks we are the best of friends. I mean, he’s taking care of my 2 brat kids as we speak!” said Baub loudly then he laughed and sat down.
“ He’s got your kids, aren’t you worried about their safety?” asked Laser.
“ No, Goarote no I can’t stand those little fart boxes. If they’re dead or dying it would only bring me joy. Lift the burden as they say, well as I just said,” said Baub proudly as he put his hands on the table and grinned.
“ O.K. fine, but who says you’re the leader some of us contributed a lot to make this happen. Where’s our respect?” asked Fists Pour defiantly as he glared at Baub.
“ Fists, dear Fists because I can do this,” said Baub warmly then he stood up and raised his staff and shouted,” Vranical tortue dine!”
Then the seat that Fists was sitting in came alive with its arms becoming hands with talons and the back of the chair became a Baatold head. Then the Baatold head bit into Fists neck and he shouted in agony as Baub smiled. Then the hands grabbed Fists head and crushed it into a ball of blood, flesh, and bone and tossed it on the table then Baub asked,” O.K. everyone who would like to vie for leader go ahead and speak up, anyone?”
“ Hey Fists was my friend, who do you think you are?” asked Tarok firmly as he stood up and then shouted,” There are ways to do things, Baub!”
“ Goresh Bomelhorn!” shouted Baub in an instant as he raised his staff.
Then a stream of fire came out of the tip of Baub’s staff and set Tarok ablaze, scorching him to a pile of charred remains in only 5 seconds. Then Baub did a quick 3 step dance and asked warmly,” Alright then, who would like to challenge me for control of Parscan? Go ahead we aren’t all friends here,” said Baub snidely as he glared at everyone and raised his staff.
“ It’s all yours, Baub, don’t need the aggravation,” said Laser calmly as he nodded.
“ Yeah, yeah seems like a good way to go. I’m great with it,” said Gados quickly as he sat forward in his chair and smiled.
“ I couldn’t be happier with the current state of affairs. I didn’t care much for those 2 anyway,” said Gamoub slowly then he took a sip from his wine glass.
Gamoub Tar had thick dark green hair and a small forehead. His eyebrows were curly and thick as well. His eyes were pink and deadly serious and lacked even a hint of a sense of humor. He h
ad a large round nose that took up a third of his face. His lips were large and pouty. He had a devious white smile
that stretched across his huge mouth. He had an exhaust port in the center of his forehead that puffs of smoke came out of continuously. He was 5’4” and weighed 600 pounds of pure muscle. He had on a dark green suit with orange boots that were square toed and had the words,” We kill who we love,” sewn into the leather with a Disho crystal on the right side of each boot. He also had a silver gaudy watch with an emerald face that showed a pair of robots carrying boulders at different speeds to mark the seconds, minutes, and hours.
“ Then it’s agreed, don’t worry about any of this, Baub, we can get the people in line. Don’t worry about a thing,” said Prasau as he smiled.
“ Exactly, I will whip the people of Parscan back into shape. They’ve gotten soft with years of cheap goods and affordable fun. Let’s jack up the prices on everything they crave and wipe those dung eating grins off their useless faces! This is what we had comin’ to us!” thundered Baub then he began to levitate above the floor and hum to himself and smile vacantly.
“ What’s our plan of attack?” asked Gamoub as he stood up and began to walk over to the glass case with the Corvub in it.
“ Simple, the river Saltfair provides all the water for baking, drinking, and bathing,” said Baub as he hummed.
“ O.K. so what do we do?” asked Prasau perplexed.
“ we dam it and then sell the precious water at a ridiculous price, but not until they’ve gone at least 3 weeks without it. That should dry up all the water that’s in use right now. Then they’ll be screaming for a drink and a loaf of bread so badly they’ll pay anything. It will be a symphony of chaos and none too
soon for my tastes,” said Baub coldly then he floated to the floor and made an awkward gesture with his hands and laughed.
“ That’s brilliant, I’ll have my men get to it immediately. Oh how they will squirm and deservedly so,” said Gados greedily them he smashed his wine glass on the floor and laughed.
By the following day Gados had all of his men building a dam at the midpoint of the Saltfair river for all of the night and into the morning. After the final concrete slab was put into place the river Saltfair came to a sudden stop, with the runoff flooding the township of Proupit. The people who lived there known as the Cacob woke up to bedrooms filled with water. Then Gados’s men began putting all the water into brown barrels and shipping them to his country home. The towns further down the Saltfair fell into shock at the empty ravine where the river had been. King Lucern Followma held a meeting in his store Lucern’s on Pontague street.
Inside Lucern’s there was rack after rack of leather clothing from boots to jackets everything you would ever need. The racks went up gently sloping ramps that led to Lucern’s front counter. There was also several couches lining the main room and the walls were covered in black leather. The ceiling had a platform hanging from it with a small bedroom on it where Lucern slept when he got in a fight with Belle his wife.
“ Lucern had wavy blue long curly hair that looked more like a lions mane than hair. He had a strong jaw and long curled up thin nose with a small quarter inch tattoo of a Baatold’s torso under his hairline. He had one eye missing and the hole filled with an emerald figurine of his father Poater. His other eye was navy blue. The lost eye had been gouged by a large serpent as he defended his young son Galeb’s life. He was a mountain of a man at 6’4” and 269 pounds of don’t try it with me. He had huge powerful
hands and long wide feet size 18. He had on a golden corduroy jacket and white satin long sleeved shirt as well as black corduroy pants and black leather boots that had the words,” I see it all now that I’m blind,” written over and over on the sides.
“ Brothers o’ mine, we all know that something is amiss. I’ve tried repeatedly to contact Emperor Famaron unsuccessfully. I fear he has befallen a terrible and. The skies have been filled with war so our lives may have changed without our permission. If you have anything you think we should know let us hear it now,” said Lucern sternly as he stood before the Cacob on top of the counter.
Then young man Trabin stood up and took a look around. Trabin had dark yellow hair that was half straight in the front and all curly in the back. His eyes were soft purple and he had a mischievous grin. He also had a button nose and a thick triangular yellow mustache that was his defining feature. He had dark red skin and was 5’9” 152 pounds of pure lightning. He had on dark blue overalls and a white t shirt that read,” I’d whoop ya, but I’m too busy whoopin’ your friend,” on the front in red and green letters. He also had on dark brown leather Zebra print sneakers with black laces. He was called young man Trabin because of the fact he was 85 years old and looked 25.
“ I have heard that the city of Pouf is now under the control of the Halbaltic gang. And, that the Emperor’s home is being held by the Posism Beliefs right now, as some type of headquarters and party place. What I have deduced from this is that a coup has taken place and it was well organized. I also heard from Temi Burnit that the Goeps had a part in it as well,” said Trabin slowly in a gravelly voice then he pulled out a cinnamon cigarette and lit it.
“ That would make sense, it had to have been more than the Goeps to pull it off, but how did Temi find all this out?” asked Lucern.
“ From what I gathered Temi caught one of their cell phone messages on his radio and heard a pair of men from the Halbaltic gang talking about it,” said Trabin as he puffed away.
“ Then our worst fears are realized, but…if the emperor is still alive we could still rise up against them. We need to conduct an extensive search, because the river running dry is the least of our worries if the Halbaltic gang has even a thimble full of power. If we are truly ruled by thugs and gangsters it won’t be long before they destroy our way of life. I want every one of you to spread out in every direction and go to every town and find the emperor, find Famaron!” yelled Lucern then he jumped down from the counter.