Enatic Clans

The reason why I am daydreaming is because I find it fascinating that relates to my current target. The goblins are truly the anomaly in this world. They are pests, indeed. Whether the more elegant Kiwas goblins are deemed as überleben? In my journal, not a chance. Kiwas goblins and their sister subraces are the same.

Volklurche are no better since they are colloquially known as the amphibious goblins. What do they do? Kidnap women of other races, if they get fed up with mermaids or female nagas, to be their warm inseminators. Similar to what the goblins do. Yes, both of these races utilize women to reproduce themselves. Plunder coastal villages also. And if they think they can put up a challenge? They raid forts like here - Fort Quogsagihaxee'e. However, unlike the volklurche, goblins are too craven to initiate an assault, halting their advances against a fully-equipped army or prepared militia and always hole up into the caves and labyrinths.

Remarkably noting that Goblins of non-Kiwas ethnicities are just waiting to pounce on the adventurers or invaders in and of their lairs and territories while volklurche actively participate in coastal raids and piracy. Non-Kiwas goblins, however, may begin cædmon (wave or stampede) if there is: a hierophant, a king, a paladin, or a general present among the horde. They pinpoint small holdings of the castles, cities, military outposts, and especially hamlets.

"Ya Allah, there are movements that have been spotted. And I am the one who has been tasked to intercept these creatures' activities." as I unfold the page, showing the semblance of my target.

"Thank you, Captain Leonis." taking it on a sardonic note, as I stand up from my seat whereas I am done with my morning tea break anyway.

I leave my pay on the desk, together with a tip. As always, 'Fort Quogsagihaxee'e Special' is the best I have ever tasted so far. Right after crossing several alleys, I have spotted yet again the same lad who bothered me during my repose at the café earlier.

"Sir Æ…" he waves at him first, as he then breaks off from his formation, approaching me.

"Ah~ not him again…" my brain says, as I hide my frustrations that ooze on my face in a close fashion.

"Peace on thee, mister." I offer my own gesture, albeit I am still annoyed by his presence alone.

"Have you heard about the volklurche movement around, Sir?" he asks, posing his spear in a relaxed position.

In my mind, of course, I am aware of those. Afterall, Captain Leonis threw this upon me. In contrast, what I tell to this man before me is 'just a shake of my head' or rather, a motion that I entail to him. I got his first impression during the sit down not long ago - he is a blabbermouth and he will stress me out of the details. With so much sensitivity about the information, it is better to veil such discretion.

"No… Have not heard of it. What is the matter?" I snide with a deadpan face, acting like I am not aware of the targets.

"Ah~ such a shame. Didn't the captain offer you 'that' other than you? Such a shame." he is really trying hard to cough me up with the details.

"Not really. Tell me about it."

"What?!? You're the one in the espionage department, aren't you? How come you didn't know?" this Nír man pushes it through, and he is probing my patience.

I shake my head, "I am lost, mister on-the-second guard." while shrugging my shoulders. I am truly irritated as of now.

"Bah, okay. If you don't know anything, I won't force you right now." those are my words in lieu, such a gall to say that to me.

Finally, I have been set free from the grapple of the shackles of his. This Nír human man irks me a lot - not just a bug but an intellectual one as well. We part ways. He gets reprimanded yet again for skulking to meet me, whereas I proceed to my rendezvous. I nearly divulge something vital similar to a state secret.

While I am treading, "Oh right. Both of these races - goblins and volklurche are supermale gender-specific or supermale sex-specific. Id est: these races are all-male." I stare at the sky for a second, "... meaning; in biological terms, volklurche and goblins have ONLY Y-chromosomes in the sperm cell." continuing to muse myself, as I am taking my sweet time while reviewing about these vile beasts.

"Let us deep dive, as I will set an example. For example; John is a wizard, which his race is a male sex specific or male gender specific. Alita is an orc. When these two copulate - if the fetus is male, it is a wizard and if the zygote is female then it is an orc. That is right, male sex/gender-specific follows the paternal parent's race if it is a male."

"To further this example of this wizard protagonist - how about if he has another wife? A human instead whose name is Zeminqa. Again, wizard is a male sex-/gender-specific. If John and Zeminqa mated, their child will be either a wizard or a human. In layman's terms, the male fetus is a guaranteed wizard and the female fetus is a human."

"Another example of Maria is a succubus. Succubi are female sex-/gender-specific. Maria is being pollinated by an unknown human male. Like my example earlier; when fertilization occurs - if the fetus is female then it is a succubus and if it is a male then a human. Again, in contrast to male sex/gender-specific, female sex/gender-specific derives their offspring if it is a female."

"If both parents are of either female sex-/gender-specific or male sex-/gender-specific, for conciseness' sake, the witch race is a female sex-/gender-specific and the satyr race is a male sex-/gender-specific. Reololdo is a satyr that impregnates Zariaxa who is a witch. There are two outcomes of their future child - if it is a male then forms a zygote satyr and if it is a female then turns into a fertilized egg witch."

"And the problem arises from the goblins and volklurche, since their sperm cells have ONLY Y-chromosomes. They can produce male goblins and volklurche, respectively. Thus, these foul creatures do have not female goblins and volklurche, respectively - respecting the biological fact of gender/sex-specific. Therefore, no hybridization. And if they get fed up with the women they raped, these pity women will become these creatures' predation. To them, women regardless of any race serve a dual purpose - reproduction and livestock. My point still stands - they are the parasites in this world." and to prove my stance - humans, orcs, and dwarves still have their fertility until their forties while vampires, lycanthropes, and elves will solely be fecund at their four hundred years. After these poor women are exploited as incubators, they will be consumed or used as meat shields afterwards.

"Ya Allah, so grim. Anyway, why do they even exist in this world of Geböþæð? These vermin solely bring disorder and chaos in my opinion." I sigh, expressing my abhorrent feelings about 'them'.

And at this moment, I reach my destination, holding a great outlook along the coast. It seems that Captain Leonis had already searched this spot before throwing me here. It is a good vantage point. Might be blinded by my own scorn, goblins and volklurche are akin to another one but biology tells us these races are indeed distinctive. I mean: 'Who gives a damn about it?' Once a sexual offender, is always a sexual offender. My opinions are derived from the facts alone, from these treatises of 'Goblin Dark Economy', 'Volklurche Tribal- And Clan-building', and 'Goblins and Volklurche Are The Same?'.

I breathe, "I am prepared." mumbling under the tone of my breath, eyes forward to the possible spawn area.

Later, I see some activity arise. Several volklurche emerge from the beach, crawling one-by-one. Meanwhile, the last one volklurche is just strutting. I think that must be their leader. He is very different from the others, he has trihorns on his forehead - one from each temple and another in-between his eyes. While his mates have either one or two horns placed on their heads. By my count, that is ten. Ten volklurche that will be slain by me. No reinforcements? How boring. Anyways, my hands could wait no further. I want to wrangle them.

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"For the sake of the civilized societies. Not only humans, of the orcs, of the elves, of the vampires, of the dwarves, but all of the überleben lives - thus having a common dilemma. Tomorrow, these races will all thank me. Praising my name. Sing psalms about me. You all owe me favors." a smirk forms in my lips.

I sneak through when the 'guy' is spouting gibberish and barking orders to his colleagues. Distancing myself. Prone position. Sharp gaze. The sweat on my forehead cascades through my nose then down to my lips. The high heat is catching up to me. Good for them, they have water sacs embedded on their gills as a way to cool them off somehow. How lucky they are. I snicker about their advantage.

"Ha! The question is: How long can they hold their own breath under this scalding scorch?" I huff, while I still worry about how to take down those fishkin rapists.

The truth is I only study and hear about these creatures. I have done many battles and raids against the goblins so I would assume volklurche must behave the same manner. Meanwhile, after a minute, most of the volklurche's aquatic bags are deflated by twenty percent. Then, by my mathematical approximation, they can stay on the surface for about five minutes tops.

I pull my dagger out of the scabbard, weapons free, respiring: "Let us get this over with, then?" the exhilaration pumps my heart beat fast, as I could even contain not this excitement that might take over me.

I rush towards the separate subteam of fours. With quick succession, enemies down. Four out, six to go. So far, those drop dead did make not a noise and for me, this is fortunate. The difficult part is dragging their reek of fish corpses. It is just a matter of distance per se. A fourth of a mawwes (1.25 meters) away from the vegetation. 'Hard work is always the cleanest one', thus, I grind it out hiding these wretched headless bodies.

I breathe for a break, "This is for those women who have been discarded by these wretched nuisance. Alhamdulillah." praying for the success of this operation and giving praise to the ones above.

"Ya Allah, these and the goblins can consume our flesh and our blood but not the other way around. According to 'Goblin Dark Economy', one scholar attempted to eat goblin meat and after half a day, he went unconscious and died the next day." I complain about how Geböþæð works.

This world is truly unfair. Goblins and volklurche deem inedible. Goblins bleed purple while volklurche exude black. Not only their body made out of poison but a potent poison, stains of these creatures are hard to deal with as well. These annoying creatures also hunt defenseless couples, they take the gal and murder the lad. For the man's fate, it is swift - slit his throat, pierce the heart, or decapitation. The man is dead, then his body will be processed as additional consumption. His arms will be severed around trapezium-length and his manhood, together with his sperm sacs, will be discarded. Even the legs will be cut off up until the groin area. Actually, all of the limbs will be removed from their menu. Goblin and Volklurche diet is still unknown why they exercise this. They only feed themselves with their male victims' torso parts. My opinions may be skewed but I still rely heavily on academic research at all.

"Truly despicable vermin, indeed." I sigh, waiting for another subteam to arrive.

For a couple of minutes, it seems the subteam is not putting their feet into my traps. Still preparing for an ambush. And as I said it before, continuing the hypothetical tale of mine: the man is dead so what happens to his female partner? She becomes an incubator before being these horrid species' part of the larger warm buffers or either a main dish or a dessert. Per insemination, unlike most überleben, goblins and volklurche, procreation will result in at least a litter of six newborn progenies and at most twenty new sets of generation. For humans, orcs, and other überleben; one per pregnancy is on average and more than one is blessed and lucky. Gestation lasts for at least two months. And two years to reach full maturation. Goblins and volklurche have a lifespan of twenty years and thirty years, respectively. Again, based on the data and firsthand encounters of the survivors.

"Imagine that? How could a female prey handle those within them - twenty?" as I give my condolences to the past victims, mumbling while I remain waiting.

The logic for butchering male überleben is they perceive that men could overpower them while putting some resistance. And yes, while I am crawling through the bushes and reviewing my notes in my head.

"Bingo." I spot another exclave of four volklurche to fish, and the smirk shapes my lips, "... four pest rapists, waiting by my blade." whereas my smile is furthest from ear-to-ear.

I pounce who is leading the subteam, then the remaining three rattle out of their skirts. Afterall, they walk into my path. The two in the front freeze and jerk their knees while the other one just makes the decision to flee. Right choice.

But I am quicker than him, slashing: "Six down, four to go." cleanly, as the gush of his black blood spurts at my face.

I glance back with a sharp gaze, as the two volklurche are cowering, running for their lives. They dash in the opposite direction. I chase them at ease. One, pinpointing the throat as his head rolls over. Another, two slashes on his back. The surviving fish reek species is crawling towards his very life - I stab his heart and for safety measure, I plunge my blade to his brain. I take a piss spraying on the corpse, the flagrant scent neutralizes as the black blood turns purple. Wow, such an enormous insight!

After I relieve myself, there are no signs of my urine reek and the foul smell from the dead volklurche, "Phew, such a work. And I am not going to lie." disposing of their corpses and covering their black blood trails with dirt and sand.

And there are two left - one is the leader and the other is his bodyguard. Now, with less opposition, my hubris tells me that I could manage to catch one while another will sleep forever. For my personal goal, I should capture either one of them alive. To submit this creature into my specialty - interrogation.

"Æ, you have two challenges in this mission. Slay one and capture one." pressing myself, as I am always up for an additional task to serve my leisure.

It sounds easy but I know in my heart that I might fumble. After a short break, I continue on hunting these other remainders. I rush to where my original position is. Hiding. Observing. I then realize the footprints that they left behind. With this information, I utilize it at my disposal. Whatever I could find, surely, it has a way. In my calculation, they might have left five minutes prior and traversed deep.

"Two scouting sub teams eliminated. The only left are the ones who walk in the depths of the forest. In reality, this is the easiest kill in my life." I celebrate early, knowingly I could kill and capture at the same time.

Fifty mawwes (250 meters) ahead, the two volklurche found their prey. One woman. An Jeuné orc. Her wrists are being cinched on the tree. The 'less' lesser creature is holding the orc's ankles while the leader volklurche is in a rush of ripping out their victim's outfit. I make haste, as I reveal my position, dashing towards the rapists.

I cut the limbs of the servant, where he wails. The leader realizes that he is in grave danger, so he runs away. I put a shackle on the neck of the injured volklurche and nail him on the nearby tree with my spare dagger to somehow immobilize him, whereas I mean to catch up to his leader.

"Thank you." says the female orc, as I free her the shackles without replying: 'You are welcome'.

Beeline to my sub-objective, off I go. While chasing the escaped volklurche, I mesmerize behind his back, asking: "Is this how slow these creatures are?" following that volklurche, I think through my mind.

And the way he runs is similar to the ones I see in fair fests, you know? The jesters? With huge strides on waist-level and his body sways back-and-forth. Bow-legged, unlike the goblins who are keen in stealth and potent in both ambush and counteroffensive traps. He pauses for a second. Slouches his back as he anchors his palm to his knees. Hyperventilation. I notice that the water sacs - left and right hemispheres are out of steam.

"Is this the threat of the coastal and beach communities? Goblins have more perils than these creatures, I suppose." I am disappointed, making an argument.

Is this race really amphibious or purely aquatic? They are not much of a threat on the account of my evaluation. In an abrupt moment, the trihorn volklurche realizes my presence as he gets startled, continuing to run for his life. Sacrificing my entire pouch of canteen while I jog with him, I pour on the head of the leader volklurche. His water sacs inflate but not that much. Well, it is for the sake of my experiment and to be honest, alongside to those victims and preys who have suffered under their clasp. Id est: vengeance.

"I am just wasting more than here: time, resources, and energy." I slash the running volklurche, splitting him in half lengthwise.

I mock the dead volklurche, chiding: "A leader should run not, they must die with their men." as I stomp his head incessantly.

After I vent up all of my frustration, I head back to my original scheme… investigation. Afterall, I want to know more about them by asking them 'nicely'. And in a twist of fate. This is what I fear, after I come back to where the armless volklurche is. He lies on the dirt, tongue out, eyes wide open, his face is unrecognizable. And yes, the bodyguard is confirmed dead on the spot. Might be from shock or excessive blood loss.

"Goddammit!" I burst out of my infuriation, checking on the corpse as the body starts to disperse.

I sigh, "Shit… all for nothing, I see. All for goddamn nothing." shaking my head, where both my hands placed on my waists.