Army of the Damned

EPILOGUE STORY

On a smooth weekend morning, with the Sun high in the sky, the glistening ocean calmly with its wave reflected a magnificent Ocean liner steaming through the vast ocean. With its wonderful white and black paint with a golden lining in between, its four huge exhaust funnels blow out black smoke as it glides through the water with no effort and Cornealian birds with their long shiny sharp beaks and beautiful feathers fly in their monthly migration route high above them.

On its bow, an old man wearing a multi-pocketed vest and cargo shorts looms over the peaceful horizon as his elbows rested on the railings that's made of steel and finely smoothened wooden grain. Coming to him, an Elven Captain with a dashingly youthful yet stern look. "Doc, may I request for you to move your men to the lower classes. I cannot have another event like last night to taint this fine ship's reputation." The man just laughed and giggled as he turned around and looked at the Captain with his long sharp ears. "What is wrong with some fun? My expedition is formerly supported by the esteemed House Aghavillia Family of Rose. I doubt you'd want me to make a report, as from what I remember..."

The old man turns around, revealing his big white beard as he embraces the calm morning. "They also helped build this ship... a big sponsor too." the Elf just sighs, removing his visor cap and putting it under his armpit. "Very well." He walks and stands next to the human and begins scanning the horizon. "How much are they paying you for this? A hundred or so tunne's of vehicles, explosives, and food. Just who are they planning on digging up?" crossing his arms, the old man sighs. "An old Ancient. As the changing times are coming and the age of machines and factories draws ever nearer, an ace is needed. An ace that came from an age when Magic and Cosmic unknowns was at its climax."

With a long hard sigh, the Elven Captain shrugs his head. "The Vampires are already as influential as they are. Why would they want an old pile of bones? And why Golden Star Lines?" the old man then leans into the Elf. "That train carriage on the cargo hold, the one lined with Gold and Brass, the seal on the side is of the Minuit Family, is it not?" nodding, the aged man turns his attention to the ship itself, the four gigantic red exhaust funnels above and then his eyes peer below it, the white painted superstructure flying the flags of the Elven Empire and that of the Kingdom of Gareth on long flag poles alongside the seal of the Family who sponsored the ship. "Haaah... seems that this won't be an easy contract. Captain, do fix the air conditioning on the second lounge and as for your question, Golden Star Lines of your nation has the same interests as the Aghavillia Family."

The Elf laughs as he pats the old man on the shoulder. "Of course. I should've not taken interest in this little scuffle in my beloved Liner." The Elf just removes his visor cap and shrugs his head as he wipes his forehead. "Do tell those Dwarf friends of yours to not get into the pool. I'd rather not have many of my sailors to clean it up. It's already the four hundreds and they still sport those annoying beards." waving goodbye, the old man heads inside the cruise liner.

With the hard wood for the deck floor, they step he took with his boots was loud and noisy, the trinkets in his many pockets not helping as he made his way into the ships inner layers and in the promenade, where sunbathing chairs were set up by the hundreds in a straight line, in one of the white metal walls was a poster for the "Golden Star Lines". On the neatly printed paper were the forty five passenger ships of the Maritime Company with four of them in the center being absolutely humongous Ocean liners.

He quickly noticed the very ship he was on, being the middle sized ones that's the second most numerous, with the two floored smaller ones being the most produced. On its bottom left was a big italic of the company name and on top if it was a simple paragraph

"Led by H.E.S Kelvin Umbig and H.E.S Bannah Unbig with H.E.S Garrond-Tai, the largest Ocean liners in the world, built by our shipyards in Antionnur and Oceanowa. It has accommodations for more than 24,000 in Royal Class, over 12,000 in Pissan Class, 34,000 in Middle Class, Golden Star Lines offers a remarkable average record of no less than 70,000 berths a month for Transoceanic Travellers."