Time for LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!

“Oh come now, dear, that was months ago. Move on, we have bigger things to worry about,” Sasha told John. “Like, in case you haven’t noticed, but there are Nazis running around wiping out entire guilds,” she said in a clearly sarcastic tone. John sighed as he knew the woman was correct.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sure this little incursion will make them think twice about messing with anyone in the city. Or make them refocus all their efforts on attacking me and my kingdom,” John said as he thought out loud. “I’ll rescue you both, but I will have a long conversation about what happened before with both of you,” John told them in a stern tone.

“I can’t wait for that conversion, love,’ Sasha said with a devilish smile.

“Mmm, yes, they will, child. The sons of Remus will come for you,” the old necromancer told John.

“Remus?” John said as it took him a second to realize the name. “As in the brother of Romulus, founder of Rome?” asked John. The old man nodded.

“Oh yes, I remember that day,” started Raynesh.

“Whoa, wait, back up a second. You remember that day?!” asked a stunned John. Raynesh chuckled at the young man’s question before he answered.

“Why yes, sonny, I do. I was one of Romulus’ followers. Necromancy can lead you to many abilities that are unnatural, such as functional immortality if you drain the life essence of others,” the professor pointed out.

“Ok, I think there are some key pieces of information missing here,” John said in a confused tone. “What do you mean by the ‘Sons of Remus?’ And you were a follower of Romulus? What does that entail?” asked a curious John. History was always one of his favorite subjects and this man could potentially have hidden knowledge of the early Roman Republic that historians would salivate over knowing.

“Ah yes, the Sons of Remus have taken many names throughout Rome’s history. Romulus ruled Rome as the first king until he disappeared one day. Nobody knows for sure, but it was rumored that he angered the God of Gods and she struck him down,” the professor told the enthralled John.

Kinda!

“Kinda!” John told Raynesh.

“What’s that?” he asked, confused by John’s sudden outburst.

“Oh, uh, Gaia says ‘kinda’ in regards to striking down Romulus,” explained the young king.

“Wait, you...you speak directly to Gaia, God of Gods, Protector of Earth?!” Raynesh nearly tripped over his own words at this sudden revelation.

“Oh yeah, she’s totally my BFF,” John said in a sarcastic tone.

Pffft. You aren’t even on my acquaintance list.

“But yeah, she gave me my powers. So me and her are rather close,” explained John.

“Oh, I see! You are quite blessed to be a Chosen of the God of Gods,” decided Professor Raynesh. “But shall I continue?” he asked but did not wait for an answer. “The progeny of Romulus did rule Rome as the next three kings. However, a progeny of Remus did rise to the throne, Lucius Tarquinius Priscus to be exact. His vicious military campaigns expanded the land and power of Rome but his viciousness did turn him off of the people. A progeny of Romulus was able to retake the throne and stayed that way until the seventh king of Rome arose. Lucius Tarquinius Superbus was able to ascend to the throne, a progeny of Remus. He and his sons, especially Sextus Tarquinius, were basically tyrants and rallied the remaining blood of Romulus, along with those that believed in teachings, to rally together as the Sons of Romulus and ousted the wicked king and his family. Tarquinius and his followers, now rebranded as the Sons of Remus, attempt to retake the city but never do. And so, from that day forward, the two secret controllers of the Roman Republic, the Roman Empire, and the country of Italy would be controlled by these two groups,” finished Raynesh.

“Woah. This is a huge lore dump,” John said in amazement. The new information was processed by his Gamer enhanced brain and that’s when he realized something. “Wait, why are we talking about Romans if we are in a Nazi base?” asked John, curious to see what the answer was.

“Ah, yes! I nearly forgot that, didn’t I?” said the elderly man who let out a good, hearty laugh. “Well, you see, Remus realized that his brother had too strong a hold on Rome and its people to win them over. So he traveled to the borderlands, Germania,” explained the old man.

“The Germanic barbarians that finally felled Rome and caused the collapse of the Western Roman Empire?” asked John.

“That’s the one. It took many generations, but Remus finally got what he wanted: a warrior race strong enough to take down his sworn enemies, the followers of his brother Romulus. So he sacked Rome, under the guise of Alaric. His ego would not allow anyone else the prize, even if it had long since lost its grand place in the Roman Empire,” the professor told John. “Pleased with his conquest, he decided to continue on. He’d go on to **** and pillage along Italy and much of Europe until two things stood in his way: the Huns led by their own powerful mage, and a female warrior with a blessed sword who bested him in every fight. I’m fairly certain the sword is famous. Used by some bloodline now, I’m sure. Anyway, in one such fight, he was wounded so badly he had to flee and spent a few hundred years recovering and gaining new powers. Eventually, he’d get an apprentice, a young Austrian man who saw the horrors of a world war and wanted to purify the world so it would never see such horrors again,” said the old man with sadness in his voice.

“Adolf Hitler…” John nearly whispered.

“Yes, child. That man fell under Remus’ sway and became his greatest achievement, and weapon. With Remus’ powerful magiks and arcane artifacts, Hitler launched his war on both the mundane and magical worlds, and nearly brought both to heel. But, thankfully, the Order rallied its allies, in both worlds, and was able to stop the group that marched under the raptor’s wings. With the **** of Hitler, Remus once again disappeared into the darkness of the Abyss. I can only imagine what horrors he is making. And I fear to know what the Nazis plan to do with my creations,” finished Professor Raynesh. John sat silent for a few moments as he took in all the information he had received. Towards the end, there were some key pieces of information, such as the female warrior with a sword, and that Hitler was a mage apprentice of Remus. This new information could help John and the others figure out what exactly the Nazis are up to, but first he had to get everyone out.

“Ok, that’s a lot of info to unpack, but we’ll deal with that later. Right now, we have to get all of us out of here. Does anyone have a plan?” asked John, as he saw two achievements unlocked that he would check later.

“Well, we do have a plan,” Sasha told John.

“I don’t like your plan,” protested Raynesh.

“Yes, yes, I know. You don’t want your precious Stitches to die, but, technically, he’s already dead. Plus, can’t you just sew him back together?” asked Sasha. Professor Raynesh let out a long sigh before he answered.

“No, you are correct. This is why I created him, after all. But he’s more a son to me than a tool,” Raynesh admitted. “Very well, we can do your plan,” the old man said. “Let me prepare my perfect child for transport, then we can go,” he told Sasha as he got up and made his way back to the large capsule he had been working on before John and company entered.

“So, here’s the plan. We’ll send Stitches out in the opposite direction of where we are going and let him cause destruction and **** against these Nazi assholes. Meanwhile, after I secure the Doc’s precious in a stasis card,so it'll be easy to transport. You, tough guy, will be our battering ram of any shitheads we run into on our way out. Hopefully, we’ll meet with your other group and we can all escape together,” explained Sasha.

“Well...that’s certainly...a plan…” was all John could say about the plan that lacked a lot of detail.

“Like are you super cereal?” asked Sam. “Cause, like, that plan sounds tots horb,” said Sam.

“Um..can someone please translate the Valley Girl speech?” asked Sasha.

“She believes your plan lacks details, of which I am inclined to agree,” Gali translated for Sasha.

“Well, you two aren’t wrong. But do you two have a better plan?” she asked, to which the two women just shook their heads.

“Well, it’s better than no plan,” chimed in John. “So we’ll do what we do best: go in guns blazing and hoping for the best!” he said in a cheery tone.

“Like, I’m tots surprised we ain’t pushing daisies yet,” a stunned Sam sputtered out.

“Agreed,” Gali said as she sighed.