The Mook Maker, Chapter 60: Behind the Dark Eyes
The lone pagoda in the forest was drowning in the sea of vibrant green leaves glistening in the morning sun, with the original, human-built structures now nearly completely lost in the tide of alien vegetation. I watched as the otherworldly...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 59: Great Plans to Ruin
Patience was a virtue. Unfortunately, it wasn't one of mine. I felt increasingly impatient with each passing minute since the human scribe - a Sage, as I painfully reminded myself of the appropriate title - went to deliver...
The Mook Maker, Interlude 12: The Landlord
Viceroy Gam Youngjae felt he was at a crossroads in his entire career, one he hadn't anticipated and hadn't the chance to prepare for. His Advisor continued blabbering, but Youngjae's thoughts were elsewhere, after the third round of...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 58: Voices of the Master
There was no point in rushing now, I realised. While there were possibly a million different queries I could ask, there were very few answers I would realistically receive, some of which may help our enemies more than they would help...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 57: Above The Flesh and Bones
There were no easy answers. Finally being able to communicate with the locals wasn't the ultimate, all-encompassing solution to all our problems I once expected it to be, there were no guides to follow, no quests to fulfil, and no wisemen to...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 56: Messengers of the Ever-Living Horde
The forest was full of monsters. They spilt through the forest in a tide of fur, scales, teeth and claws, some tittering saccharine, diminutive, feminine giggles, others silent, or with the quiet chant of their often repeated phrase: "For...
The Mook Maker, Interlude 11: The Princess
Hae Narim, The Crown Princess of Hanulbeol-guk, felt completely alone. The palace in Chunnan, a provincial city at the heart of Surao province, was all but abandoned. With its halls and corridors lying eerily silent, and its chambers...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 55: Rage Against the Heavens
It was almost too easy. Unlike her colleagues, dead-set to antagonise us with fanatical fervour, the young girl draped in the typical 'caster' outfit didn't put up any fight. She didn't try to cast their trademark spell at...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 54: Season of the Witches
I awaited the reports from my scouts with bated breath. Given the particular effects the sorceress barrier had on my girls, I reconsidered the most straightforward approach to scouting the villages. Instead of ordering 'Displacers' to...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 53: Art of Siegecraft
Our newly found siege weapons weren't the game changer one would expect them to be. First, two of the bolts ended up stuck in the ground, somewhere between our lines and the castle walls, harming no one, proving that aiming the oversized...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 52: Message In a Bottle
I couldn't shake the feeling that each of our successes so far were nothing but preludes to the deadlier challenges which followed soon afterwards. Each time I was under the impression that I measured all the threats in this world, the...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 51: Discordant Choir
So many voices. Thousands of them heaved in unison, filled with anguish and hate, for one of their own had been disconnected from their ever-present choir. All spoke at once. They liked it this way, I could...