Fanmade World of DvN

Fanmade lore of DvN in different perspectives.

There are multiple lore documents which provide (fanmade) extra lore post-epilogue. They are written in the perspective of:

* Hades
* Deimos
* Tyrann

Further information on fanmade lore can be found in the different fanmade nations present in the fanmade world of DvN:

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* Flow of Laments
* Tyranny's Return
* The Wind of Fjords

## Flow of Laments

Maurice Corsette, 30

13th Grand Dominian division, General

"Vote for Maurice! Vote for Maurice!" screamed a crowd of fellow Dominians. They held signs of my face on white wooden signs during the general election of the Dominians of 2040.

I bestowed my gratitude to my followers, not knowing that I was in this position. Everyone roared at my appearance, giving flowers and posters of me in them.

As I waved to the crowd, a young looking Dominian approached me slowly, shyly aswell. He seemed to be a fan of me, but didn't voice out for unknown reasons. He held out a book and quiver, shivering violently.

"Mister Maurice... may I- get you- your signature... please?" the boy asked with a light-hearted voice.

Of course I would do anything for my fellow Dominians; I gripped the pen tightly, writing a small note alongside my signature. As I passed the book back to the boy, a loud voice embarked.

"FOR NUSIA!" shouted a man.

A purple-like gas emerged from the crowd. All I could remember was telling the Dominians to escape as I held off the Nusian insurgents. As I gripped my pistol tightly, I blindly shot any shadows emerging from the blindness.

"Stop! Please, I was ordered by Nusia!" a voice cried.

I quickly passed out from the poisonous gas.

As I regain my consciousness, I was tied to a chair in a small concrete room, flickering lights and 2 Nusians.

"Well... if it isn't Maurice Corsette. Your crimes against Nusia are unforgiveable... but you do make a great spy for us." one Nusian said.

I was held at gunpoint to be a double agent for Nusia and Dominia.

"Be careful, if we spot you deserting to anywhere else, the death sentence awaits." the other Nusian warned.

I was blindfolded and deported back to Dominia, where I regained my fame. Minute after minute, hour after hour, I was sending encrypted intel to Nusia without raising any suspicion.

**1 MONTH LATER**

After a month of sending sensitive information, a massive war broke out between Nusia and Dominia. I was in the Dominian headquarters, waiting for my army to return back from the skirmishes. Two Dominian researchers were sitting next to me, clicky-clakity on their computers.

"Hold on... how did they know our ambush routes? There's no way the Nusians would know!?" one scientist voiced out.

"And how did they capture one of our army divisions in a remote forest far from battle? Something is not right." the other scientist claimed.

As I sat there, sweating profusely, the scientists were giving me weird glares. Everyone in the waiting room were blabbering about the situation, wondering who was responsible for the situation.

"I got a encrypted message, I think I can decode this," one scientist said, "It says that it was opened by... M \_ \_ R I C \_| \_ \_ \_ S E \_ \_..."

I knew I was toast. Barging through the front door, I could hear the screams behind me. "Get Maurice, he's the traitor to Dominia's kind!"

Hiding underground, I managed to cross the border to Guesa, far from any battles. It was a great week hiding from Dominia's radar, until Nusia invaded the area I was staying.

"Maurice! He broke our deal, get him!" one Nusian soldier shouted.

I tried to dig through a tunnel, but was caught by 2 Nusian soldiers, who brought me to the largest Nusian prison, where I was set to be executed by electric chair.

It was the final night before my demise. How did I end up here? From being one of Dominia's largest hero to being held captive in Nusia's prison, as well as an outlaw in both states. As I kicked the shackle around my foot, the Moon was darker than ever.

## Tyranny's Return

Herix Lengston, 45

Nusian Elite Forces no. 3, Commander

A dark storm razed through the beaches of the battle site. The Dominians stood no chance against our powerful army, being pushed closer to the Dominian heartland day-by-day.

As I strolled through the trenches, with some Commandos on watch, a weird shadow emerged from the edge of the trench, far from any other soldiers in my Force. It seemed weak, crouching on the soil slowly with no silhouette of any weapon. I approached it slowly, and a gray figure slowly came to my sight. A Dominian soldier this close to my trench? What were my soldiers doing?

"P-Please... I beg you... anyone out there, spare some mercy..." the voice cried.

I pulled out a Raven from my pocket. No Dominians should ever survive, they are the traitors to Nusian kind.

"Oh g-great Deimos... You're really going to... not help- an old friend out...?" he begged.

"Your kind killed our people, bring terror across our lands. My old friend Ares was killed because of YOU AND YOUR FELLOW SOLDIERS!"

"It was... all propaganda- I'm sure your... mother would not be pro- proud of your... actions if you kill me..."

A flash was trigged in my sight. It felt like yesterday.

It was a cozy day in a small cottage. I was busy drawing a picture happily. Suddenly, a large bang knocked the door over. It was my father: He's mad, he's angry, and he wielded a knife. He glared at me with a fury.

My beloved mother blocked his way from approaching to me. Before I know, blood splattered across the floor, walls and ceilings. A corpse laid below my legs.

"Herix... save yourself!" she shouted.

With tears of regret, I escaped through a small window that day, living in the streets and eventually a Nusian orphanage.

The storm continued to rage harder. I looked at the Dominian again.

"No one... should ever..."

"Deimos? I am... so sorry I didn't mean-"

"MENTION MY PAST."

Within a blink of an eye, a loud gunshot filled the ambience. As I looked back at the Dominian, his body was drenched in his own blood, with a hole through his heart. 2 Commandos approached behind me.

"Commander? What happened? Why are you this far from the main trench?"

I had became the one I hated. One that kickstarted the downfall of my life. Were the Dominians actually the ones in power, or in trouble?

"Don't worry about it. I was handling a nuisance."

As I was escorted back to the main trenches, a feeling of melancholy filled the air around me. Maybe it was not fully the Dominian's fault after all.

## The Wind of Fjords

Jojje Södergren, 62

Special Nusian Reinforcements (SNR) no. 4, Chieftan

The Warhorn blows.

A sea of Dummies ahead trembled in fear.

I held back my breath, preparing to order my men for a grand assault. "ÄRA ÅT NUSIANERNA!"

The front door was quickly breached without issues. Any resistance was quickly handled with an iron fist. Corpses started to pile over each other, stacking to over 10 ft tall.

My fellow Chieftan [REDACTED] was having a blast massacring the helpless Dominians. "This is the most wonderous day ever!" they said.

As we slowly breached the vault, we struck gold, managing to find the grand Dominian vault filled with sensitive information. It was a tough task to break it with only axes and shields.

Suddenly, a lightbulb raised on [REDACTED]'s head: "Why don't we use these explosives we found in the lab?" It was a great plan.

We slowly stacked explosives over explosives over more explosives on the hardened vault, while our soldiers guarded the main entrance. By the time the last dynamite was planted, we could barely recognize it as a vault anymore. An evil grin appeared on [REDACTED]'s head. "How nice... get ready for the good stuff!"

A lot of gunshots were fired at the entrance. Seems like the Dummies were less than pleased.

"Put the weapons down! You're coming with us!"

[REDACTED] ignited the explosives and pushed me through the brittle glass. It was a 3-storey tall building.

"I will hold them off! Now run, before they come!" [REDACTED] shouted. "ÄRA ÅT NUSIANERN-"

Boom.

The whole building went off with a bang. Brighter than the Sun, the stars, even the skies.

I looked in terror as the whole building continued being razed. No sight of life could be seen in there.

A Dominian body crawled outside. Wounded everywhere and covered in blood.

"Well... you got us. Was it- worth it?" the Dominian whispered.

He passed out. Seems like he kicked the bucket.

A bright orange valve rolled out of his pocket. Some serum that was guarded in Dominia's labs.

I grabbed the substances and escaped through the tall fjords bordering the Nusian border. The winds blew at strong speeds.

Pax in morte, my old friend.