11/26/13, Earth Time: 06:00 AM, EST, Tuesday – The Story of Terlokya - Savagery

Greetings and salutations. Caslaikove here. Last week I discussed how the Great War led to destruction of the continent of Boesona and almost wiped out the people who lived there, the Vultaires. The Mooomuos and the Kinteras, both of Kamchow, were in a bitter war that had gone on for decades. The Mooomuos decided that the only way to win, was to choke the Kinteras off from the natural resources they needed to wage war. Most of Terlokya’s resources were found in Boesona. The Vultaires of Boesona had always been a passive people and had trade agreements with everyone. They never took sides in conflicts, preferring to remain neutral. When the Mooomuos demanded that Boesona cease trading with the Kinteras, Boesona agreed only if trade with the Mooomuos also stopped. That was unacceptable. What happened next was disastrous.

The Mooomuos attacked the Vultaires, who were totally unprepared for war. The Anntens, who lived mostly in Dansleg with some living in Sygon, rushed to Boesona’s defense. However, the Anntens were no match for the war seasoned Mooomuos but provided enough support to thwart the attack. The Anntens asked for assistance from the Parnewsians of Sygon, who happened to be the most technically advanced of all the civilizations. The Mooomuos were showing no mercy on the areas of Boesona they had conquered. Wholesale slaughter of innocents was occurring which forced the Parnewsians to join the conflict.

NEXT WEEK “Red Rain”

11/21/13, Earth Time: 06:00 AM, EST, Thurs: – Past post of 'The Odyssey of This Writer' from 03/05/13

As stated before, this is a replication of past posts of 'The Odyssey of This Writer' and will occur here on Thursdays while 'The Story of Terlokya' will be published here on Tuesdays. Enjoy.

Part 6 - Another Great Tuesday Edition - (with sponsors) 

03/05/13

During the discussion of my assignment, Ethan, – my professor, then mentioned that I wrote like I had been at or had seen what I was writing about. He said it was fresh and seemed like a firsthand account and asked me how I pulled that off considering some of it took place on the Moon. “Well … ,“ I began. “You’re gonna think I’m crazy. It’s a long story.” He said to try him so I did. I said, “I was there.” He gave me that funny look again, and said, “You’re right. This sounds like a long story but I have to go. We’ll talk more about it next week.” With that, he left the classroom.

I didn’t know what he thought but wondered if he’d have anything to do with my work anymore or was he serious that we’d talk next week. One of my classmates was still in the classroom and had overheard our conversation. She asked what was so bad about being somewhere that you were writing about. Since she hadn’t been privy to last week’s conversation nor had she read my assignment, I figured I might as well add a second person to the list of those that think I’m nuts. (And now I’m adding anyone who is reading this blog) I told her that the chapters I had turned in for the assignment involved stories from the past and from events on the Moon. Her face scrunched up a bit as she eyed me. “Okay, I’ll bite. How’d you do that?” I told her it all began back in the late 60s when I lived in Germany. She immediately said I was a former hippy and that it was the drugs. I then told her that I was 13 years old at that time and lived with my family. That’s when she said, “I gotta hear this,” and sat down in chair next to mine. So I began. And you’ll get to read about it next week.