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=PART 6:JUROZ=

Chapter 42:Juroz’s Geography
Juroz had a mountain range that covered most of the shore. A few areas were more hill like, but flat land was farther inland. The mountains held off the wind and water, so erosion was not at a very high rate. That led to more hills. It also held an abundance of elements like titanium and iron. Foundations were built by artificial erosion and then used. Mines were spread around the continent, to make it easier to erode later on and for selling purposes. The northern area contained minerals that were less dense. This caused less mountains in the area. Zixra was north of Juroz, and therefore Nero was heading for the northern area.

The northern area also held more people, as building a house is not difficult there. It is more humid and has more rain, which caused the erosion to happen in the first place. Father south, one will reach a lower ground as the flat lands are higher then normal. The lowest of these are marshes, and beyond them is Zovna. They give protection to the castle, slowing down there foes allowing their scouts to alert them in time.

The scouts had paths that would get them to Zovna as quickly as possible, making a relay system so that tokuru inefficiency did not interfere and the rested would carry on a message. They did not use message intercoms, long round pipes deigned to echo, as that would give the intruders an easy path and let them be able to send poisons into the ducts.

Zovna is a wealthy guild, as stated before, and built extremely well. It is thirty stories high and it’s halls were build like an ant colony, as they also went some stories underground also. Catapults were placed on the outer circumference of each floor, on balconies to allow slightly less then semi-circular aim. Physicists were placed at the catapults in order to have the highest accuracy. Intercoms were placed throughout the building, some private ones also existed like intercoms for the physicists to tell each other when the lower floor should take over. Their were many people placed in the intercom office, the core of communications. They directed intercoms with other intercoms and send out announcements.

The Zovnaian people flourished, harvests were plentiful and tools were supplied. The people helped each other, making sure that everyone succeeded. They held stable economy, spending enough to keep the merchants in business and keeping enough to keep supplying.

On past this guild, their was the one guild that had held off, as Juroz was almost totally owned by Zovna, and they were Jinva. Jinva had came to exist so that they could stop Zovna, and spared because Nero had fled. They had taken advantage of the chaos and stabilized, spreading out into small groups. Nero was prepared to plea for their help. And they would help knowing that Zovna may be overthrown with the help of another guild...

Chapter 43:Preparations are Made
Nero’s ship hit shore. And all the following ships hurried to empty their cargo. Everyone was out, stretching their legs and hulling carts of food and water. Tents were set up and Nero had placed with him:Fikar, Kikaz, Kizox and Berlin.

Inside the main tent that night, Nero smiled at their dinner. Toasting with "My friends, we have a secret agenda tomorrow, and hopefully not tomorrow night. The people think we are going to Jinva, but Jinva has a tendency to be slow with decisions, they’ll take too long. The people think we have a large plan. But here in my hand I hold this well thought plan. You may have noticed that my plans have changed drastically, this is no plan. This is a draft!” with that, the paper that had been so hardly worked on was blackened to a crisp, the twins looked shocked, "but no, this plan would not combat what we are against. It will take your wit! I have aligned myself with all of you for this battle because I believe that you can be trusted. But not only are you trustworthy, you are intelligent and can make decisions. So I toast, for victory and the success of Kizox’s and Kikaz’s first real battle. They showed that they were prepared at Sharoz, at Kizo they showed more then you’d believe, even that they were willing to fight for what they thought was right. At Zixra they showed they could get into a guild. Now I tell you all this. These two are at an important point in their lives, they are going to show us if they really are ready, ready for life...” and glasses clanged as the twins sat in a slight shock.

The next morning, everyone ate bread and water before organizing themselves for the battle ahead. Berlin took his share early, as they needed to crawl around Zovna and Fikar followed a little while later. Nero waited until noon before taking the twins off to Zovna, he’d reach the field soon after everyone else had. Now was the day that Zixra’s fate lay in...

Berlin’s Battle
Berlin held moral within in his unit, the forestry was dense and they had to reach Zovna soon, they had around thirty kilometers to pass and then secretly walk around a guild’s main castle. Once he got there he would be fine, but now he had to make time he didn’t have. He started thinking he was lost, but he didn’t have that time either. He had to follow his mental map. He started jogging, that would have to be done. They couldn’t walk there. Perhaps Nero wanted him to hurry, but if Nero did then he would follow this odd idea. Nero had told him not to leave last night, to leave in the early morning. This would be hard.

By four o’clock, Berlin reached his destination. He would wait. Fikar had to blast in and start an attack before he would get into the battle. Until then, the clinic was set up and a temporary base...

By four and a half o’clock, Fikar reached the base as the sound of fighting could be heard, Berlin got up and had his scouts tell everyone what was going on. Then he prepared to charge in. Half a kilometer lay in front of them, fields where catapults would soon fire their boulders. Nero stopping this soon was all he could hope for. He had everyone convey along the horizon, as that would make less catapults have them in a range and have the catapults need to turn more.

They ran as fast as they could, running as rocks came flying into the field, then sparkler runes came flying in front of them and the organization started to die. But everyone kept running, the lights had also concealed them. But it cleared and they had reached the wall, as the catapults seemed to have stopped throwing boulders and runes. The wall was a haven still, and a large door of granite lay in front of them. They knew that the doors wouldn’t open for them, as the people inside were dealing with Fikar. Berlin stared at that the wall, smooth and strong. “I want you all to bash on that door, until it breaks in! Else we can try climb this wall.”

Everyone started to attack the door of stone. It wouldn’t move, but they had to get inside. The balconies were closing, as they didn’t want Nero coming in, he’d just blast the curtains. Maybe they could get through the balcony, if those walls had a way to get in. No, he’d wait for Fikar to smoke out the enemy.

A row of people covered the south wall, focusing on the doors. The clinic was called over and they started treating the injuries from the catapults.

Berlin began to be impatient. He needed to know if Fikar needed help, he sent scout. The scout returned in a hurry, yelling “They have canorks released! Nobody but Fikar’s unit and the canorks are there!”

Berlin had a problem now. He couldn’t wait here, Fikar was being ruined. But he would put his own unit in danger. Canorks were not immortal, he was going to help. He made a unit and headed for the front, to face the imported beasts.

When he got their, Fikar was trying to fend off the canorks. They seemed to fall for the trick of all the chaos, not noticing each other and instead noticing it was easier to kill people. Berlin saw that the canorks had no organization, he set out to reach the front gate.

When he reached the gate, he saw that it was like the back door, but now they had these beasts...One could most likely break open the door. He threw a rock at one, big enough to anger it. He dodged as it began the pounce, pushing in the door. It became curious, and walked inside. He hurried to get a scout, everyone needed to get into the castle.

The battle had shifted in doors, and here the people went for little hiding placed until the canorks became bored and either went on to discover or chose to be free. They now needed to seal off the exits, Berlin opened the back door and called in his unit, they were going to hold the inside.

Berlin met with Fikar while inside, “Fikar! Go to the higher floors, we’ll stay here in case of reinforcements!” Berlin bided Fikar to go, and so Fikar did, and it would be the last time Berlin saw Fikar.

Much later, as no reinforcements came, news came that Virk and Fikar were dead. Zixra was to be no longer a continent of poverty, Zixra was free. Berlin was joyed by this, it being his home. A new era had begun for Zixra...

Fikar’s Battle
Fikar hurried, wishing he had left with Berlin, he had already ordered that everyone run. He just kept running, his rune blade giving him the boost he needed and the gyro in it keeping it light. But his troops needed rest, and he could not give them it. He was torn, but he knew what he and they all had to do, they had to keep going.

By four and a quarter o’clock, they reached the end of the forest, towering over them from half a kilometer was the castle, the next run would bring many casualties. And injuries. Fikar had them charge, they would keep going until they reached the castle. Rocks came showering on them, sparklers and toxins. Some passed out, but nobody had time to carry anyone. People narrowly dodged showers of energy sparklers, burning at everyone. Many fell in the attack, still no one could stop for them. It was a chaotic rush, adrenalin made them run faster and by time they reached the castle they were keen to their surroundings.

A gate opened, and everyone braced to charge at tokuru foe, but instead a herd of canorks came out, growling from starvation. They were fighting each other, but then one looked at the mob of people, it ran forward and within a moment Joel Krela was no more then a mush inside the canork, everyone panicked. This caught the attention of all the other canorks and the chaos began, but Fikar refused to retreat. He pulled out his sword and began the battle. Others followed suit, charging instead of fleeing. Runes sacks were emptied and magick was used from afar. Archers were set up, aiming for mobs of canorks.

Fikar dodged death again and saw that Berlin was coming, heading for the front door. He headed that way, hacking away at the canorks that surrounded the area. By time he got there Berlin was gone, and the front door was wide open, the door bashed in. Fikar called his unit into Zovna, and the canorks followed the meal like a mouse would follow cheese, cautiously and only willing to move the least amount possible.

Inside people hided, waiting out the canorks and letting their hearts calm down. Soon the canorks left to be free, or moved deeper into Zovna. Everybody waited a few minutes before they got out of their little corners.

While fully seizing the first floor, Fikar met with Berlin who told him “Fikar! Go to the higher floors, we’ll stay here in case of reinforcements!” Fikar followed the instructions and took his unit up to the second floor.

There they had to fight humans, and after blocking the exits and clearing the floor they would have to move up to the higher floors. It seemed that the intercoms were not working. This went on until Fikar reached the sixteenth floor. There a stray canork lay, slashed at and bleeding, but it was in his side sight and by time he reacted, it was in a full leap. Everyone ran, a few went to attack it. It died, but before it did, Fikar was ripped at slain. He died within seconds, his body having given up. He let the life leave him, he was done fighting, he had done his job was sure that someone could help him, but he was ready to leave and he knew that he had to...

Kizox’s Battle
Kizox flew off with Nero and Kikaz, traveling at an extremely fast pace. He enjoyed it, it may be his last time flying. They could see in the distance the groups, running. Everybody in them were too tired to notice the air group flying over. He sent a thought at Kikaz ‘If there is any time in which we are waiting, I’ll play you game of chess.’

‘Sure’ was what he received, it held an evident tint of anxiety.

‘Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You’ll be safe with Nero’ He made sure to coat it with calmness.

‘Your right. It’ll all go smoothly.’It was genuine, and Kizox closed the link.

Nero started to tilt, and he moved his wings to give a more horizontal angle. This made them accelerate forward and then quickly, land. The impact was gentle, 50,000 years of flight had made Nero an expert of it. He could decelerate quite smoothly. As soon as they landed Nero scanned the area, editing his mental map. He looked at the catapult balconies, they were closed.

A few hours later, the balconies opened and Nero flew up with the twins. He shot the balconies’ catapults and eventually all the catapults would be blown. Kizox had taken his cue though and hurried inside, his main target was the intercom room.

The paths were narrow, and most people traveling could be stopped easily as they hesitated before attacking Kizox, not knowing whether he was one of them. He traveled in stealth though, he wanted to get there unnoticed. He took a few turns, and when he thought he was lost he went straight until he found a land mark.

Eventually, in about half an hour, Kizox reached the intercom door. He clutched his dagger, pulled out the energy nullifier rune and ran in, holding it out he through shruikens across the room, that got him enough time to run over and slash everyone’s throat, and he succeeded.

He took it he was done, and headed out to go out and help Fikar. But by the sixteenth floor, only a few floors below him, he found Fikar’s unit leaderless. He found out what happened and took it upon him to lead this unit. They went up, clearing the floors and by the twenty-third the message that Virk was dead along with Fikar went through the building’s intercoms, and everyone was relieved, except the soldiers sandwiched in between Nero and Kizox...

Kikaz’s Battle
Kikaz flew off with Nero and Kizox, traveling at an extremely fast pace. He would normally be worried flying, any slight wind could send them off. But he trusted Nero. But he was also worried about the battle ahead, they were greatly out numbered. They passed the other groups, running. Everybody in them were so tired that they didn’t notice Nero and the twins over head. Kikaz received a thought from Kizox ‘If there is any time in which we are waiting, I’ll play you game of chess.’

‘Sure’ was what Kikaz sent back, it held an evident tint of anxiety that he couldn’t hold back..

‘Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You’ll be safe with Nero’ Kizox made sure to coat it with calmness.

‘Your right. It’ll all go smoothly.’It was genuine, and Kizox was satisfied enough to closed the link.

Nero started to tilt, and he moved his wings to give a more horizontal angle. This made them accelerate forward and then quickly, land. The impact was gentle, 50,000 years of flight had made Nero an expert of it. He could decelerate quite smoothly. As soon as they landed Nero scanned the area, editing his mental map. He looked at the catapult balconies, they were closed.

A few hours later, the balconies opened and Nero flew up with the twins. He shot the balconies’ catapults and eventually all the catapults were blown. Kizox had taken his cue though and hurried inside, his main target was the intercom room and Kikaz made sure that he would stayed in contact.

But Nero hurried, telling Kikaz “Follow me, I know where to go.” running through the halls with the know of the place as well as he knew anything, perfectly. His sword was fully out and whenever he passed someone, they were sliced at and died quickly and soundlessly. He hurried, and eventually reached the new warlord. The new warlord was a large man, a skullka, and had a bald head. He looked at the door which had just opened, and when he looked over Nero shot the fikos he was talking to, and then shot the skullka in the stomach, the skullka fell over and was quickly killed with another beam. He surely was an inferior replacement. Nero turned to Kikaz and said “Stay here, stop any enemies that come, use that dagger of that you got in Kizo.” And Nero went through the door. Only one person came in, a human, and Kikaz quickly slashed the poor person in the throat. From their he waited, playing chess with Kizox. Eventually Nero came back and heard the news of Fikar, with the information he took Kikaz and himself to the intercom room and announced that Virk and Fikar was dead...

Nero’s Battle
Nero flew off with Kizox and Kikaz, traveling at an extremely fast pace. He enjoyed it, he always enjoyed flying. They could see in the distance the groups, running. Everybody in them were too tired to notice the group flying over the pedestrians. He slowed down, as he had caught up with the groups.

Nero started to tilt later, and he moved his wings to give a more horizontal angle. This made them accelerate forward and then quickly, land. The impact was gentle, 50,000 years of flight had made him an expert of it. He could decelerate quite smoothly and with ease. As soon as they landed he scanned the area, editing his mental map and checking for any enemies on the field. He looked at the catapult balconies, they were closed, he’d wait for them to open up for Berlin.

A few hours later, the balconies opened and Nero flew up with his pupils. He shot the balconies and eventually all the catapults were be destroyed. Kizox had taken his cue and hurried inside, his main target was the intercom room which Nero hoped he would reach it with stealth.

Once the catapult’s strings were all cut, Nero took Kikaz with him, he told him “Stay with me, I now where to go.”

He hurried, running with his sword in hand, slashing at any passing people and never looking back to see their dead carcasses. He went on through the corridors, turning at some and eventually he came to the door that lead to the warlord’s chamber. Nero opened the door, his mind already having charged energy.

And there stood the immense skullka, bald and talking with a fikos. He turned to look at Nero had some slight shock in his face and saw that Nero shot the fikos, who Nero knew held more threat being able to use magick. Then he was shot, he fell in awe and collapsed, but he was dead by time he hit the ground, as Nero shot him again with an immense beam of pure energy, burning his insides.

After, Nero turned to Kikaz and said “Stay here, stop any enemies that come, use that dagger of that you got in Kizo.” He was ready to face Virk.

Inside, Virk sat thinking of what Nero would do and not expect Virk to think he would do it. The door opened, and he charged in case. Nero walked in to a warm ray in front of his face. He absorbed it, turned to Virk and said “Virk my friend, what a rude way to welcome a guest! Of course, you never have thought of others much when you had more power.”

“You are no guest, now die fiend!” and with that another ray came blasting at Nero, and it was also charged.

“If I am no guest, and am a fiend, then I guess etiquette does not have play here.” Nero tossed Virk a ball of energy, letting his foe catch it, then Nero let loose, throwing orb after orb until he started feeling tired. Then he shot the chandelier, letting it fall onto the floor and shatter.

Virk was slightly shocked, but he was still ready enough to attack Nero, a beam of energy coated the floor, magnifying and shifting as it hit the jewels. Nero sent a shockwave to Virk, and that swept the sharp jewels in Virk’s direction. Virk ran for his exit, and started running up the stairs. Nero followed, shooting through the stone as he ran for Virk.

On the roof, Virk shot at Nero repetitively, not caring about the consequences. He shot a beam at Nero, who changed its direction and shot Virk, the energy of the two beings having combined, this shot Virk and Nero took it to his advantage to direct him on to the catapult placed there for the range in distance and angle. Virk was pressed there, exhausted. But he had a will to live and pulled Nero into the catapult, no longer having enough strength in energy. As Nero came flying with his katana in posture Virk pulled out some shruikens and threw them at Nero, Nero caught one and threw it at the catapult’s string, it flung Nero and Virk into the air. Nero shot at Virk, after Virk grabbed onto him. Nero swiped his claws at him, he let go in instinct, and Nero flew off.

As soon as Nero landed he headed for Kikaz who there told him Fikar had died. Nero took Kikaz to the intercom room then to announce the death of Virk and Fikar. The enemies inside them were demoralized, they knew they were doomed...

Virk’s Battle
Virk sat at his desk, Yulz, his new warlord, would take care of Nero. He just had to survive. He waited, he had heard the catapults go off and received the alert. Yulz was going to have his first hard battle. Virk hoped he’d live up to his strength, but part of him already accepted that Yulz would never compare to Nero, and that today was the day that Zovna would fall, Yulz would die and unfortunately, he also would. He could not escape now, Nero was here and he had him surrounded. He could just wait in anxiety.

Much later, the door to his chamber opened and showed Nero. He shot at him, that fiend would not get an easy win with Virk. But Nero merely absorbed the ray and told him ““Virk my friend, what a rude way to welcome a guest! Of course, you never have thought of others much when you had more power.”

This was enraging, coming in and waging war with him. Then asking to be treated like a guest, Virk must set him straight on this “You are no guest, now die fiend!” and shot him with another ray he absorbed.

The fiendish Nero just responded with “If I am no guest, and am a fiend, then I guess etiquette does not have play here.” now it was Virk’s turn to receive a firing upon, and many orbs came at him and were absorbed or reflected. Then that fiendish Nero shot at his lovely chandelier, having it come down and smash against the floor. He took advantage of this and let a wide energy beam through the sharp fragments, spraying across the room. Nero shot back with more force, enough that excess turned to kinetic and threw the shrapnel at Virk. He ran, through a door that he had for escape or usage of the roof’s catapult and hurried. Once he was on the roof, he charged a beam and blasted Nero with it as soon as the rascal opened the roof’s door. But he was shot back at again and this time it hit him full force, he was shot and directed into the catapult. But he was not ready to be done, he pulled Nero in with his last bit of energy and threw some shruikens he kept in his pocket at Nero, but the little devil caught one and flung the catapult. Virk was in the air with Nero, he would not let him get away, so he grabbed Nero. Nero wanted him to die, and he showed by giving Virk a gash in the arm. Virk let go in pain, falling away. In his last moments he thought to himself ‘This is all a game to him, he sees us all as his pawns. He has become so bored with life that in order to add spice he starts wars. He truly is a fiend. I should have stayed away from him. He is such an evil...’ But Virk was dead now, his carcass would soon land in some trees. Zovna was at the end of its life, Zixra would take over...