Author's Note: Yes! They finally made an section for MGE! I can now stick this story here instead of the MGQ section.

This story will be updated every now and then, but my primary concern is Bizarre House and Mob Elysium.

Chapter 1: The Runaways

Logan Sunstrider aimed his bow at the nearby buck. Luckily, he was wearing the usual plant attire like the rest of his kind. However, as gender goes, he was truly a rarity in his village. The majority were female elves while the males were the minority. For every one male elf, there were four female elves. He's even heard of stories that MOST elven villages DIDN'T have any males and resorted to using those human men to keep their kind from going extinct.

He gritted his teeth. He hated the Demon Lord for what she was doing to his race. It's bad enough that Elves now need to reproduce with the inferior species known as man to keep the race going since male elves are rare now, but succubi take enjoyment in corrupting his women into disgusting, degenerate, perverted demons that wants sex with them. Her so-called love and co-existence is revolting, she's just a succubus with a sick obsession for human men, like all of them.

"What's the worth of those demons, anyway?"

A rustle of leaf's sounded in front of him and the deer he had his sight on galloped away. Sunstrider stood up and sighed. He let his anger and thoughts distract him and the buck finally noticed his hiding spot.

He looked up at the sky.

It's getting late; the fruit I collected earlier should be enough."

Sunstrider grabbed his bag of fruit and strapped his bow on his back and walked through the forest.

Logan Sunstrider had long dark green hair that stopped in the middle of his back, green eyes, pale skin which had a slight yellow-ish glow to it, pointed ears which were a little longer than female elves, he was tall with his height being 6'4 and he had a masculine and strong figure. While female elves looked fragile and delicate, male elves were well-built and tough.

His clothes were "organic" and bright. He wore a vest and pants that were completely made out of green leaf. He did not wear any sandals like some of his kind, he liked being bare footed.

Sunstrider has always been a strong Elf; the faint yellow-ish glow he had around his body was due to being born with high magic power. He excelled at being an Archer when he was only eight-years old, became an expert Herbalist at age fifteen, became an animal whisperer at age nineteen, and is decent in setting traps for animals and trespassing humans and mamono. He did not set a trap for his prey this time and relied on blending in to his surroundings.

Darkness finally came onto the forest and he sat next to a tree and set down his gear. He grabbed branches and leaf and with a snap of his fingers, ignited it like a lighter. With his high magic power, he was able to infuse it into his arrows and he had some knowledge of fire spells.

He took the fruit out of his bag and began his prayer:

"Thank you nature for this bountiful meal that I am about to receive in my being. You have blessed us with being the defenders of Mother Nature and we shall not let anyone or anything endanger the life and prosperity that you hold for all the animals that live in your forest. Let us thank you for our food…"

He finished his prayer and began eating his assortment of different kinds of fruit.

Sunstrider woke up with a yawn as the morning rays greeted his face. The fruit last night was delicious and healthy. He stood up and put on his gear while making sure there was not an ember left in the camp fire that he created.

He continued his trek towards his village, Everdale. Everdale was a wonderful large village for elves. It had the best traders; defense force to keep humans and mamono out, and it was isolated near the mountains. There weren't humans in this region, so the elves focused solely on keeping mamono out.

The only problem is that there were marauding Amazoness nearby along with a troublesome werewolf pack. The wandering Mantis southwest of Everdale was about to become a big problem when mating season comes.

Sunstrider stopped walking as he came within range of his village and frowned. He smelled something in the air that he did not like one bit. The scent seemed to violate his every being and it felt detestable and horrible.

He sprinted towards his village, the smell getting worse and overpowering as he drew closer to Everdale. Sunstrider started to hear moaning as he came closer.

"No! It can't be!"

Sunstrider stopped dead in his tracks and his jaw dropped. His gear fell on the ground as he laid eyes on a Dark Slime that was raping one of his sisters on the edge of Everdale.

Sunstrider felt the rage, shock, and sadness tore through his body. Why was there a Dark Slime attacking his sister? Did the Amazoness plot this assault? He had to kill the Dark Slime and unfortunately…his sister because she was moaning loudly and had a lewd smile just like a succubus and to make things worse…that revolting smile came to her face the second she saw him.

"Logan! Ahh…you came back!" She yelled with excitement and uncontained lust. The Dark Slime stopped her assault and looked at him with a perverted smile.

"An Elf man? Oh, how rare!" She bounced with happiness as her body jiggled. Sunstrider pointed at the slime.

"You…what have you done to my village, monster!" He yelled with rage. The Dark Slime slithered off of his sister.

"The Amazoness became desperate to get a man and attacked Everdale since this region has no human males. They had help from succubi, goblins, werewolves, witches, few Ush-Onis, and they enlisted some help from the nearby Mantis." She explained to Sunstrider.

He glared at her; his people in his village were strong, but against that many mamono and those raping spider horrors was indeed too much, even for Everdale.

"Where did you get those reinforcements? There are no succubi, witches, and goblins in this forest." He said to the lustful creature.

"Your village is close to a mountain and a Kunoichi village is hidden by the mountain. The Kunoichi saw your village as a threat because knowing you chaste elves; you would attempt to remove them out of the forest. So, one of them told a lilim and the attack on Everdale was under way almost instantly." The Dark Slime giggled.

"You elves are worse than the human men from The Order. Why do you fight against us? We just want to love you and show you pleasure…" She started to ooze towards Sunstrider, licking her lips. His sister started licking her lips herself and stood up.

"Yeah, we we're so foolish for being so prude. How could we be so stupid and ignorant? Come here, brother, let me show you how much I missed you when you went on your hunting trip." She started to walk towards her brother, her boobs bounced slightly with each step. Sunstrider didn't remember his sister being well-endowed; she was actually flat chested, despite being seventeen-years old. And the design of her clothes changed, the various leaf's around her skirt became shaped like hearts, her skirt got smaller, and he remembered that she loved wearing leafy shirts to hide her flat chest, now it looks like she's wearing a low leafy vest that exposes her cleavage.

Sunstrider glared at the two monster girls and grabbed his bow and arrow.

"For corrupting and attacking my village and family, you will DIE!" He roared with rage and infused his magical energy into his arrow and released it. The arrow empowered by his high magic energy shot out as fast as a bullet.

It hit the Dark Slime's core in the middle of her chest. The slime let out a yell of agony and fell dead on the ground as her weak point was penetrated. She was about to cast a spell to protect her, but the arrow flew too fast before she can finish.

His sister's eyes widened after the slime fell on the ground dead and turned into a puddle of purple liquid. He pointed his bow at his sister.

"Please…don't kill me, brother. I don't mean any harm; our family missed you so much…" She slowly started to walk cautiously towards him.

"Come into the village with me, we would love to celebrate your retu-"

But she was interrupted as an arrow pierced through her forehead; she dropped dead on ground with a thud.

Sunstrider fought the intense urge to release his tears of sorrow and instead focused on anger and confusion. He grabbed his gear and turned around and sprinted back into the forest. As much as he wanted to massacre the mamono in his village, he was just one elf and it would be foolish to take on a small army of mamono. No matter how high his magic energy was or skilled he was in archery.

He had to find Whisperwind. He was a strange best friend to Sunstrider, preferring to use his magic energy to turn invisible, than brutally stab and cut unsuspecting animals.

Elves rarely fought with close ranged weapons and only used bow and arrows as their main weapon. But, Whisperwind was different, he was like an assassin of the forest, the Mantis. He remembered Whisperwind telling him a while back that he hated how the Mantis were called "Assassins of the Forest" and yet, there isn't any elf assassin or "tactical" elf fighter that will defend the forest, but instead have these scythe-wielding bugs be the most feared beings of the forest instead of Elves.

Sunstrider made his way into the hang out area and carefully maneuvered his way past the dense trees. He came across an open area with no trees and just tall grass with a few boulders scattered on the ground.

He came across a sight that filled him with joy. The village chieftain were here. However, the joy was short lived when he sensed thick demonic energy coming from the village leader. The elder was lying on his back on a boulder. He looked like an elfish version of Merlin, but without the hat and his mage-like clothes were made from leaf's.

"Monsoon!" Sunstrider yelled running up to his leader.

"It's great to see you too, but you must leave me..." Monsoon said weakly. Sunstrider sat next to the elder and placed his hand over the elder's heart. His hand glowed with green energy as he used his magical energy to pull out the demonic energy from his body.

"I can't do that, What happened to Whisperwind?" Sunstrider asked.

"It was a surprise attack…they came out of nowhere and we weren't prepared for it. Whisperwind was attacked and taken by a group of mantis with a succubi leading them." He said grimly. Sunstrider's eyes widened.

"They got him too?"

"I'm afraid so...but, listen to me, Logan. You need to take my staff and go..." He weakly reached for a wooden staff with a green gem on top of it that was resting nearby.

"No, elder, let me...ugh!" The young elf grunted, trying to force the demonic energy out, but it was too strong and deep within' the old elf's soul. His hand stopped glowing and sweat dripped down his forehead.

"The demonic energy is too strong...you need to go."

"I-I can't do that, elder..." Sunstrider felt salty tears stream down his cheeks as he clenched his fists, looking away from his elder as he sobbed.

"Look at me, Logan." The old elf said, gripping the young elf's fist. He reluctantly looked at the leader with watery eyes.

"You are the only one left that hasn't been corrupted by the demonic energy; it's too late for me and Whisperwind. I want you to run away, use my staff to get strong, and avenge us. Join The Order to stop the mamono menace..." The elf chieftain said with a hard gaze.

"But, the inferior humans are-"

"Enough! It is time you accept the humans as your equal, they are the only ones fighting against the Demon Lord while we elves hide deep in the forest. We say we are better than them, but what kind of superior being hides from a conflict in till it goes away? And what race has killed the most Demon Lords over the centuries? Humanity. I want you to become an Order supporter and help them combat the mamono, from this day forward, you will accept them as a common elf. Do this not just for me, but for your people."

Sunstrider closed his eyes and nodded.

"If it's by my lord's will, I will gladly help the humans."

"Don't be a hunter no more, I want you to become a ruthless warrior. Here..." He shoot a remaining of his power from the staff to Logan, gaining a green aura around his body that vanished after a few seconds.

"Go on, please, I used a remaining of my magic to increase yours. There is a human settlement north from here. The werewolf packs and mantis are looking for any other elves hiding in the forest, you need to be quick. Don't forgot about me, your family and your people...avenge us." He said with a cough. Sunstrider nodded and stood up.

"I will, elder..." Sunstrider whispered and ran as fast as he could towards the settlement. As he ran through the forest, he wiped away the tears and his face contorted into a furious glare as he dashed through the trees and bushes.


Korgoth (Core-Goth) Furyaxe sat quietly in his jail cell. Despite his silence, he was raging deep inside for being imprisoned and on Death Row. So what if he killed a lot of succubi dwarves in town? So what he plundered gold and treasures from his former friends? They were low down scum bags for letting their wives turn into a demon just so they can get better sex at night.

"Heh, you perverted bastards." He muttered with a strong Scottish accent behind his tone. He was a member of the Warhammer clan and damn proud of it.

He remembered the good old days when the Warhammer Clan was the best dwarf clan that existed for centuries. They had the best crafters, warriors, and were the most brutal and feared clan and would always get in bloody fights with elves and monsters. But, ever since the succubus took the throne, the clan changed forever.

Warhammer members left the clan because they didn't want to harm the "sexy monster girls" and to have a non-violent life with just getting drunk, working, and making love with their succubi dwarf wives. The clan was no more and when he tried to continue its tradition, he was labeled a criminal. Even his friends encouraged him to quit the clan and join them.

And, here he was…locked in this cell and awaiting his execution. Furyaxe may have been an aggressive and headstrong warrior, but he was no way an idiot and can be calm and smart when he needs too. He was always taught that a brutal warrior also needs intelligence and wit. It wasn't all about swinging your weapon in till you or the enemy is dead. As soon as they threw him into this cell, he was planning his escape and after an hour or so of contemplating, he finally knew what he had to do.

When he escapes, he plans on searching for his family members in hopes of discovering that they didn't fall for any of this like him. He was also thinking about becoming a Hero for The Order, many of his dwarf brethren didn't like him, but he shares the same hatred of the mamono just like the human knights, they HAD to accept him.

Furyaxe was from a bloodline of tough, strong, and fast dwarves. Using his small stature and speed, he can easily maneuver around foes and riddle them with deadly blows. A weapon ability called the legendary Flurry Strike was passed down for ages. It was more proficient with axes and it wouldn't work with swords or daggers. Another reason for searching for his family is to receive the sacred and magic battle axe that's been passed down for generations called, Axemar.

Furyaxe was no prude or chaste dwarf man, he did love sex and partying after a good fight or getting drunk. But, the problem is that pure dwarves will go out of existence if female dwarves all became succubi and there won't be any male dwarves. As much as he loves sex and partying, he cannot allow this genocide to happen to his kind.

He heard the sounds of the metal door opening and revealed two dwarf men wearing black hoods and robes. Furyaxe smirked.

"So, ye came to execute me? Well, let's get to it, lads." He stood up. His wrists and legs were chained to the stone floor and all he could do was sit and lay down. Furyaxe tried to break through the chains earlier, but they were enchanted. They knew he hailed from the Furyaxe bloodline and they were not dwarves to be trifled with.

Using magic, the dwarf on the right levitated Furyaxe and removed his chains; the chains unraveled like slimy snakes and making a loud clang when it dropped on the floor. The two dwarves walk out of the jail cell with a hovering Furyaxe in front of them.

Korgoth Furyaxe had dark orange hair, a small pony tail that's wrapped up by a black hair band, and a messy beard that covered his entire chest. He was 4'6, which is about the normal height for male dwarves. His skin was tanned and he had brown eyes. His build was strong, but that's also normal for male dwarves to have a strong muscular build. Furyaxe has never met a male dwarf with a weak body, the work they do demands a short and stout body.

"Do you lads know where my family is?" Furyaxe asked the two dwarves. He might as well get some information, so he'll know where to start looking, instead of wandering aimlessly.

"The Furyaxe family was last seen in Zipangu. Don't bother, they are dead from their assault on a Ryu's Shrine. Besides, you'll be joining them in death very soon." One of the dwarves replied.

Ha, like my relatives would be killed at the claws of a dragon-snake false god! That's pure donkey shit!

They arrived at the execution chamber. Furyaxe observed the basket.

Death by beheading? Perfect...

"No dwarf will be watching your execution. You have built quite a bad reputation and the husbands that were married to the succubi dwarves you killed want to see your head mounted on a spike. We will give it to them after we behead you."

Furyaxe smiled.

"Enough of your talkin, just get to it!" He urged them on.

The dwarves threw him on the table and one of them grabbed a small axe from a nearby table. They positioned his body, so his head will fall straight into the basket. Still being held by magic, the dwarf raised the axe high over the back of his neck.

Furyaxe let out a deep sigh.

Concentrate…

The axe came down fast and suddenly it made a loud "clang" sound like metal striking metal. The dwarves looked at Furyaxe confused.

"Gotcha!" Furyaxe sprang into action and punched the dwarf holding the axe, knocking him back.

"What magic is this!? What happened to your skin!?" The other dwarf yelled out. Furyaxe smirked.

"Old family power that's been passed down for generations, Iron Dwarf!"

Furyaxe's skin was no longer tanned; it was silvery and shiny, almost like his skin was made out of stainless steel. He balled up his fist and raised it high.

"Using my magic and sprit energy to strengthen me body, I can make it as hard as metal to deflect swords, I am resistant to almost all kinds of spells, and I get increased strength! This ability and our axe skills is why we the Furyaxe are the strongest dwarf warriors!" Furyaxe yelled with vigor and pride.

Furyaxe pulled back his fist and punched the dwarf in the face, his fist didn't even stop, and it kept going through his face in till there was a large gaping hole. Blood splattered on Furyaxe's arm and face as the faceless dwarf crumpled to the ground dead. He turned to the other dwarf that was trying to hold him down with magic, but it wasn't working.

He grabbed the small axe and sliced the dwarf in half before he can turn to run. Blood sprayed all over the floor and on Furyaxe.

"Should have been quicker, lad, good luck stitchen your other half back together…IN HELL!" He licked the blood off the axe. He wiped the blood off his face with the pieces of clean cloth from the dead dwarf and took off the clothes from the dwarf he punched in the face. Furyaxe tied the clothes around his body, covering his exposed testicles and chest. He then took the axe and cleaned it with the remaining cloth.

Furyaxe exited the execution chamber as his skin returned to normal.

Zipangu huh? Looks like I need a boat ride…but, where?

He stopped walking as realization struck.

I'll pay an old friend a visit, maybe, HE can help me.

Furyaxe smirked as he sneaked around the prison, looking for an exit.


Steel Cavern was quite a dwarf town, located deep into a mountain. The houses were made out of metal and the town was in a hallowed out area of the mountain, a limestone rich area with stalagmites present. The only way to enter and leave Steel Cavern was to take a mine cart or use magic to fly out of the hole on top of the high ceiling where harpies come through to deliver mail. Lanterns were placed all over Steel Caverns, to illuminate the town and make the limestone walls and stalagmites look pretty, bright, and colorful.

Flint Gearbreaker sat in his "garage" making another one of his inventions. Ever since he was little, he wanted to be a warrior, but after meeting a steam punk and Magitech engineer at an Order town called Goldshire, he became fascinated by steam powered and magic powered machines.

He was quite the grease monkey. His blue shirt and shorts were oil covered and he wore grey gloves and black boots. Gearbreaker wore black-tinted goggles that obscured his eyes. He had a black beard that covered most of his chest, but it was combed and he had a neat black moustache. The hair on his head was slicked back. Gearbreaker was 4'5 and was a little less muscular than Furyaxe.

He heard a noise as someone shut the door. He looked up and his eyes widened.

"Kor-!" Furyaxe covered his mouth.

"Calm down, lad, I'll explain if ya keep your trap shut." He said calmly. Gearbreaker nodded and Furyaxe removed his hand.

"What are you doing here, Korgoth? How did you escape execution?" Gearbreaker asked, a strong Scottish accent coloring his words. Furyaxe chuckled.

"Old family trick, how ya doin, Breakhammer?" Furyaxe smiled. Gearbreaker growled.

"How many times do I have to tell ya, you numb skull? I got rid of that name a long time ago, its Gearbreaker now." He sighed. Furyaxe chuckled.

"Ya don't have ta get so mad. With that last name…I thought you were gonna become a warrior that uses hammers and he hits so hard that he breaks his hammer on monster's heads. But, look at you now…a nerd learning about machine stuff." Furyaxe teased. Gearbreaker frowned.

"Still the headstrong barbarian, Korgoth, you haven't changed one bit." He retorted.

"How's about a hug, lad? It's been years since we've seen each other." Furyaxe held out his arms. Gearbreaker's frown vanished and was replaced by a faint smile.

"Aye, old friend…" The two dwarves hugged each other tightly. Gearbreaker broke the hug after a few seconds and sat back in his chair.

"So, why did ya come to me?" Gearbreaker asked.

"I knew you would be the only one not to shun me after the things I've done in, Steel Cavern. It may have been years, but, ya always knew why I fought for somethin." Furyaxe said.

"But, it was mostly for liquor, women, and pride." Gearbreaker corrected him.

"That's true, but, now I'm fighting to save the dwarf race. This isn't for petty fucking, beer, or pride." Furyaxe said sincerely. Gearbreaker's eyes widened.

"Wait, so, you want to be a noble and heroic warrior? Instead of a crude and drunken warrior?" He asked shocked.

"Aye, my old friend; If the succubus didn't ruin everything and doomed my kind, I would have stayed a crude and drunken warrior till the day I die. But, with everyone being stupid or oblivious, I had to step up." Furyaxe said calmly, his eyes unreadable, which surprised Gearbreaker even more.

"Ya plan on killing the Demon Lord?" Gearbreaker asked.

"Aye, the demon deserves an axe to the forehead for messin with the natural order. I heard the poor Chief God is still wounded. And, as much as I love sex and getting drunk off my arse, I can't let this genocide happen to my kind. Even if I'm branded a criminal, I'm doing it for the greater good." Furyaxe sighed.

"I see, that's very admirable of you, Korgoth." Gearbreaker smiled at his old friend.

"I also came here to see if ya have any machines to help me get out of here. The mine cart station is locked tighter than a nun's arse, ever since they found out I escaped and they are searching Steel Cavern as we speak." Furyaxe said.

"Hmm…" Gearbreaker pondered.

"I've been working on a flying machine that can be powered by steam and magic crystals. The machine has rotating blades on top of it, to left its self-up and "hover" in the air. It's very similar to using magic to levitate." He explained.

"Nice, is it finished?" Furyaxe grinned. Gearbreaker shook his head.

"It's finished, but it's only a prototype. The final design should be done in a few days. The problem with the flying machine is that it can only stay airborne for a minute or two, than it will drop back done. There are problems with the gas; it eats up TOO MUCH fuel." Gearbreaker said.

"That ain't so bad! When I run out, I'll just activate the Iron Dwarf to protect me from the fall!" Furyaxe chuckled. Gearbreaker looked thoughtfully at his old friend.

"That's a good idea, but you'll have to make the trip by yourself. It only has one seat and I'll be arrested if they discover that I'm helping you." Gearbreaker said.

"Great, gather a lot of those magic crystals!" Furyaxe smiled.

A few minutes later, they walked back into Gearbreaker's "garage" which was basically a large room with a stone floor and shelves with tiny machines and trinkets on them.

"So, this is it?" Furyaxe asked as Gearbreaker pulled the dirty blanket off the machine.

The flying machine resembled a steampunk helicopter. It had one seat, a pair of wheels for landing, an engine in the back that's operated by a few rotating gears, rotating blades on top of the machine, and basic controls with a steering wheel, ascent lever, descent lever, and two meters. One that monitors how fast the machine is flying and another to monitor how much fuel is left.

Furyaxe whistled.

"Damn, you've been busy, lad." He marveled at the machine. Gearbreaker smiled.

"Thank you; now you need to leave before they get here. Here, have the bags of magic crystals." Gearbreaker gave Furyaxe two small bags filled with small blue glowing crystals.

"Where will you go after you escape?"

"To Zipangu, I need to see for myself if my family is still alive."

Gearbreaker smiled.

"I would go with you, but I haven't fought with my hammer in months, I'm really rusty."

"I know, that's alright." Furyaxe said, smiling at him.

"Anyway, that should be enough to last you almost an hour. When you run out, open up the engine and turn the node in a clock wise fashion. Here is the instructions." Gearbreaker gave him a scroll.

"Let's get to it, than!" Furyaxe hopped into the seat and started up the flying machine by cranking it.

"Push it out of my work space; we need to be quick because the guards should be here at any moment." Gearbreaker said.

"Alright." Furyaxe fueled up the engine and hopped out and pushed the flying machine out of the garage.

"Quick! Go! Fly!" Gearbreaker ushered him. Furyaxe opened the scroll as the rotating blades began to spin fast and the flying machine started to lift off the ground.

"Haha! Good bye, lad! I hope to see you again!" Furyaxe yelled as he ascended towards the hole in the mountain. Gearbreaker waved goodbye at him.

The dwarf felt the cool breeze against in skin as he exited the mountain, reading the instructions while controlling the helicopter. He needed to find a port town so he can catch a boat to Zipangu. Deep down, he regretted taking the life of his fellow dwarves, but they just couldn't see that the succubi dwarves were hurting their race. His father told him to keep his feet on the ground when you stand by your beliefs, and he was going to do just that. In his eyes, he is the hero, while everyone is brainwashed. In their eyes, he's a murderous berserker that's taking things too far.

After minute of flying, the dwarf noticed something below him.

"Is that an elf village?" Furyaxe looked down. It was indeed an elf village, but it reeked of demonic energy and he could hear faint erotic moans.

"Heh, those damn pointy eared bastards got what comin to them. A hidden elf village huh? Well, I can see EVERYTHING up here." He laughed. Furyaxe frowned as he heard flapping and looked to his right to see a manticore stalking from behind the clouds. She must have come from the mountain when he went through the hole, as he heard rumors of them setting up nests on top of the mountain.

She gave them a predatory smile.

"Hello, flyboys…"

"Ah, donkey shit..." He said with irritation.