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#101
Skarabrak, Confederacy of Dusk
The battered vessel slipped into Skarabrak's harbor at dawn. The Confederacy ships had beaten her back in and were waiting for her. The tired sailors were marched off the ship, to be intered in a camp too far inland for raiders to liberate and where escape would mean risking the forest. Carpenters and shipwrights examined the vessel. Although still seaworthy, the ship had taken serious damage. It would be awhile before it was repaired.
The Witch King stopped long enough to speak with his captains and inquire about Azzerekess's conditioned. Satisfied that the dragon's wound was minor and healing cleanly, the Witch King retired to sleep.
The battered vessel slipped into Skarabrak's harbor at dawn. The Confederacy ships had beaten her back in and were waiting for her. The tired sailors were marched off the ship, to be intered in a camp too far inland for raiders to liberate and where escape would mean risking the forest. Carpenters and shipwrights examined the vessel. Although still seaworthy, the ship had taken serious damage. It would be awhile before it was repaired.
The Witch King stopped long enough to speak with his captains and inquire about Azzerekess's conditioned. Satisfied that the dragon's wound was minor and healing cleanly, the Witch King retired to sleep.
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#102
Off the coast of Ji-Kai
The other half of the Kainan fleet had just begun their own wargames, while diplomats that had been placed in neighboring nations assured the rulers that they were merely war games to keep the navy in practice during these times of trial. A few more enterprising rulers realized that the position of the Koronan fleet was positioned in such a way that it could easily be put in a defensive position if the Nithgaard fleet moved South.
Admiral Ohnmeiss stood on the deck of his flagship as the ships began to set up for war games. The Koronan fleet was far away from the refugee fleets but that did not mean they were not aware of what was going on.
"Sir," a private stepped up behind the Admiral. "Reports have come in, Lars Port is being evacuated, we think that the Nithgaard are pushing the refugees North."
Admiral Ohnmeiss looked over at the private. "Foolish Hylidaeians. Never send one to do a man of Wodir's job. Keep me informed as to the actions of the Nithgaard, Lars Port is of little concern to me unless the refugees start heading South."
Bowing the private headed out again, leaving Admiral Ohnmeiss to his pondering.
The other half of the Kainan fleet had just begun their own wargames, while diplomats that had been placed in neighboring nations assured the rulers that they were merely war games to keep the navy in practice during these times of trial. A few more enterprising rulers realized that the position of the Koronan fleet was positioned in such a way that it could easily be put in a defensive position if the Nithgaard fleet moved South.
Admiral Ohnmeiss stood on the deck of his flagship as the ships began to set up for war games. The Koronan fleet was far away from the refugee fleets but that did not mean they were not aware of what was going on.
"Sir," a private stepped up behind the Admiral. "Reports have come in, Lars Port is being evacuated, we think that the Nithgaard are pushing the refugees North."
Admiral Ohnmeiss looked over at the private. "Foolish Hylidaeians. Never send one to do a man of Wodir's job. Keep me informed as to the actions of the Nithgaard, Lars Port is of little concern to me unless the refugees start heading South."
Bowing the private headed out again, leaving Admiral Ohnmeiss to his pondering.
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#103
The Sacred Mountain
The next morning
The more militant among the men were earlist to rise. Fires roasting bits of meat here and there for a few of them, the others sitting in the cold snow and ice and rocks, chatting idly. Few magi were seen about--a distinctive lack of their robes. However, they had been quite active the night before. Channeling and meditating, the Aurora mages did what they could concerning the dragon: communed with Helalsius through Helyanwey itself. And so, the more magically inclined Children of Ursa were resting from a long night.
A few groggier bears sat gathered with Manevius and Korsius, in hushed conversation. Their scouts had returned, indeed, and nearly all of them reported finding caverns, caves, and all the things they'd come to expect. Unfortunately, the plan of simply entering and doing a little purging had turned into somewhat of a problem.
"I dont' see the problem!" Manevius growls, "You bears practically wiped out the dragons in your homeland. Whats so different abou this one?"
A ranking mage--by the name of Algryron, glared daggers at the troll as she speaks: "Helalsius was instrumental in that endeavour, and it was not--as you say--simple. And without Helalsius, we must err on the side of caution when dealing with this harpy."
Korsius chuckles, then laughs a booming and mirthful thing. He looks about, gawkers among his men and the others turning back to their breakfast and morning work. Lowering his voice, the ice giant then speaks smoothly, slyly, "We set a trap then. Draw the dragon out, wait for it. We dare not hide, for that is foolish, but when the beast flies above us again, blast him with magic: bring the winds to bear from the sky and force his body to the earth where it may be broken." The giant returns to an oversized pipe, looking quite pleased with himself. More discussion occurs, but in the end, a plan not dissimilar to that suggested by the Ice Giant is adopted.
The next morning
The more militant among the men were earlist to rise. Fires roasting bits of meat here and there for a few of them, the others sitting in the cold snow and ice and rocks, chatting idly. Few magi were seen about--a distinctive lack of their robes. However, they had been quite active the night before. Channeling and meditating, the Aurora mages did what they could concerning the dragon: communed with Helalsius through Helyanwey itself. And so, the more magically inclined Children of Ursa were resting from a long night.
A few groggier bears sat gathered with Manevius and Korsius, in hushed conversation. Their scouts had returned, indeed, and nearly all of them reported finding caverns, caves, and all the things they'd come to expect. Unfortunately, the plan of simply entering and doing a little purging had turned into somewhat of a problem.
"I dont' see the problem!" Manevius growls, "You bears practically wiped out the dragons in your homeland. Whats so different abou this one?"
A ranking mage--by the name of Algryron, glared daggers at the troll as she speaks: "Helalsius was instrumental in that endeavour, and it was not--as you say--simple. And without Helalsius, we must err on the side of caution when dealing with this harpy."
Korsius chuckles, then laughs a booming and mirthful thing. He looks about, gawkers among his men and the others turning back to their breakfast and morning work. Lowering his voice, the ice giant then speaks smoothly, slyly, "We set a trap then. Draw the dragon out, wait for it. We dare not hide, for that is foolish, but when the beast flies above us again, blast him with magic: bring the winds to bear from the sky and force his body to the earth where it may be broken." The giant returns to an oversized pipe, looking quite pleased with himself. More discussion occurs, but in the end, a plan not dissimilar to that suggested by the Ice Giant is adopted.
#104
Column upon column of heavily armored dwarf warriors marched by as Sir Raibeart marshaled his knights. The entire army group would march to the Taurian border, there to join the greater army group for the coming war.
Raibeart rode up and down the ranks of assembled knights as the marching dwarves gave way to ranks of more lightly armored men behind him.
"Today we ride forth against the Ilithians, vile snake-men and necromancers whose very existence befouls all they touch," he boomed out. "They raise the undead to do their bidding, engage in the blackest arts of magic, and hold in slavery and bondage other peoples of every description! Shall we tolerate this pestilence any longer?"
"NAY," came the thundering reply of the nearly one thousand knights under his command.
"Then we go to trample them underfoot and lay them to the spear and sword! Forth, and fear no darkness!"
A tumultuous cheer arose from the assembled Order of the Blade as the young knights turned their mounts and streamed up the line of marching columns to assume a position at the head of the line.
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Sir Kendrick shook his head as Raibeart and his men rode out of the cavalry staging area to raucous cheers and vulgar, almost rabble-rousing exhortations. 'Fools,' the more calculating knight thought to himself. Victory was what mattered, not grandstanding and heroics.
He turned to his own men, fewer in number, but far more seasoned knights.
"We have been ordered here to avert a dire threat to our kingdom," he said in a loud voice, though it was not toned for the dramatic. "The Ilithians are dangerous opponents, but they can be overcome. See to your arms and trust in your strategems and we shall carry the day. Move out!"
The Knights of the Grey Mist moved out behind the Blades, joining the marching column as it wended it's way inland behind it's ever-elusive screen of scouting rangers.
Raibeart rode up and down the ranks of assembled knights as the marching dwarves gave way to ranks of more lightly armored men behind him.
"Today we ride forth against the Ilithians, vile snake-men and necromancers whose very existence befouls all they touch," he boomed out. "They raise the undead to do their bidding, engage in the blackest arts of magic, and hold in slavery and bondage other peoples of every description! Shall we tolerate this pestilence any longer?"
"NAY," came the thundering reply of the nearly one thousand knights under his command.
"Then we go to trample them underfoot and lay them to the spear and sword! Forth, and fear no darkness!"
A tumultuous cheer arose from the assembled Order of the Blade as the young knights turned their mounts and streamed up the line of marching columns to assume a position at the head of the line.
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Sir Kendrick shook his head as Raibeart and his men rode out of the cavalry staging area to raucous cheers and vulgar, almost rabble-rousing exhortations. 'Fools,' the more calculating knight thought to himself. Victory was what mattered, not grandstanding and heroics.
He turned to his own men, fewer in number, but far more seasoned knights.
"We have been ordered here to avert a dire threat to our kingdom," he said in a loud voice, though it was not toned for the dramatic. "The Ilithians are dangerous opponents, but they can be overcome. See to your arms and trust in your strategems and we shall carry the day. Move out!"
The Knights of the Grey Mist moved out behind the Blades, joining the marching column as it wended it's way inland behind it's ever-elusive screen of scouting rangers.
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"Live free or die: Death is not the worst of evils." -- General John Stark
"A fortress circumvented ceases to be an obstacle.
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"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed." -- G. K. Chesterton
"Live free or die: Death is not the worst of evils." -- General John Stark
"A fortress circumvented ceases to be an obstacle.
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Do not forget the difference."
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#105
Sir Borin of the Silver Hand stood beside Gorewing, hand on the gryphon's neck as he looked out over the assembled gryphon riders that had been placed under his command. The dwarven paladin stood as tall as his 4' 5" height would allow as he thundered to his command. They were the last to leave the staging area.
"The enemy has air threats the likes of which ye've never faced," he boomed out. "Flyin' cities, undead dragons, an' nameless 'orrors, the whole lot o' which can devastate the ranks, if we let 'em. ARE WE GONNA LET 'EM?"
"NAY!" The thunderous reply echoed from the throats of over 200 dwarves, joined by the eagle-like cries of their mounts, each alongside his rider.
"Then to the skies! The enemies o' Eire shall know the power o' Dwarrowdelf!" He leapt onto Gorewing as his bonded companion screeched in exultation. The gryphon's wings snapped outwards and beat the air as the lionlike hindquarters gathered and leapt forward, propelling the great beast skyward. Behind them, the other dwarves and gryphons did the same in turn, careful to take off in orderly fashion to avoid collisions.
"The enemy has air threats the likes of which ye've never faced," he boomed out. "Flyin' cities, undead dragons, an' nameless 'orrors, the whole lot o' which can devastate the ranks, if we let 'em. ARE WE GONNA LET 'EM?"
"NAY!" The thunderous reply echoed from the throats of over 200 dwarves, joined by the eagle-like cries of their mounts, each alongside his rider.
"Then to the skies! The enemies o' Eire shall know the power o' Dwarrowdelf!" He leapt onto Gorewing as his bonded companion screeched in exultation. The gryphon's wings snapped outwards and beat the air as the lionlike hindquarters gathered and leapt forward, propelling the great beast skyward. Behind them, the other dwarves and gryphons did the same in turn, careful to take off in orderly fashion to avoid collisions.
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"Live free or die: Death is not the worst of evils." -- General John Stark
"A fortress circumvented ceases to be an obstacle.
A fortress destroyed ceases to be a threat.
Do not forget the difference."
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed." -- G. K. Chesterton
"Live free or die: Death is not the worst of evils." -- General John Stark
"A fortress circumvented ceases to be an obstacle.
A fortress destroyed ceases to be a threat.
Do not forget the difference."
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed." -- G. K. Chesterton
#106
The Sacred MountainMasterharper wrote:The Sacred Mountain
The next morning
The more militant among the men were earlist to rise. Fires roasting bits of meat here and there for a few of them, the others sitting in the cold snow and ice and rocks, chatting idly. Few magi were seen about--a distinctive lack of their robes. However, they had been quite active the night before. Channeling and meditating, the Aurora mages did what they could concerning the dragon: communed with Helalsius through Helyanwey itself. And so, the more magically inclined Children of Ursa were resting from a long night.
A few groggier bears sat gathered with Manevius and Korsius, in hushed conversation. Their scouts had returned, indeed, and nearly all of them reported finding caverns, caves, and all the things they'd come to expect. Unfortunately, the plan of simply entering and doing a little purging had turned into somewhat of a problem.
"I dont' see the problem!" Manevius growls, "You bears practically wiped out the dragons in your homeland. Whats so different abou this one?"
A ranking mage--by the name of Algryron, glared daggers at the troll as she speaks: "Helalsius was instrumental in that endeavour, and it was not--as you say--simple. And without Helalsius, we must err on the side of caution when dealing with this harpy."
Korsius chuckles, then laughs a booming and mirthful thing. He looks about, gawkers among his men and the others turning back to their breakfast and morning work. Lowering his voice, the ice giant then speaks smoothly, slyly, "We set a trap then. Draw the dragon out, wait for it. We dare not hide, for that is foolish, but when the beast flies above us again, blast him with magic: bring the winds to bear from the sky and force his body to the earth where it may be broken." The giant returns to an oversized pipe, looking quite pleased with himself. More discussion occurs, but in the end, a plan not dissimilar to that suggested by the Ice Giant is adopted.
Sepsecolskegyth was nothing if not patient and observant of his enemies. He knew something of Morskan magic through his many spies and his own magical observation, and knew better than to try an open aerial assault. Fortunately, the dragon had more than one way to get around his domain. He took to the air and soared down the mountain at near ground level, making for one of the many ice caves that scored the glacier.
The Paladin's Domain, My Blog (Updated 5/18/2009)
"Live free or die: Death is not the worst of evils." -- General John Stark
"A fortress circumvented ceases to be an obstacle.
A fortress destroyed ceases to be a threat.
Do not forget the difference."
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed." -- G. K. Chesterton
"Live free or die: Death is not the worst of evils." -- General John Stark
"A fortress circumvented ceases to be an obstacle.
A fortress destroyed ceases to be a threat.
Do not forget the difference."
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed." -- G. K. Chesterton
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#107
The dark Ilithian airships floated towards the burning beacons of the musterfield, dark shadows passing beneath the starless night. The perfect time to strike a attack against their foes.
The flagship of the formation began it's descent, as the energy crystals and boom tubes began to darken, magicks blanketing the glow which would make the dark shapes such easy targets.
This would be a stop over, only for as long as the allies required, the two armies were going to have to move quickly, if they were going to break thier enemy in twain.
The flagship of the formation began it's descent, as the energy crystals and boom tubes began to darken, magicks blanketing the glow which would make the dark shapes such easy targets.
This would be a stop over, only for as long as the allies required, the two armies were going to have to move quickly, if they were going to break thier enemy in twain.
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"Then again, Detective....how often have you dreamed of hearing your father's voice once more? Of feeling your mother's touch?" - Ra's Al Ghul
"According to the Bible, IHVH created the Universe in six days....he obviously didn't know what he was doing." - Darek Steele bani Order of Hermes.
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#108
Æthelmearc Territorial Waters
A few minutes later a shiphand stepped up to the captain of the ship. "Sir, you told me to inform you if there was an unsailable ship, we've got one in sight sir. She's a float but barely, took a number of shots around the waterline, doubt she has much left in her."
The crewman stood at attention awaiting orders.
Off the coast of Ji-Kai
Admiral Ohnmeiss was all the more tense now that his 'guest of honor' was standing behind him, apparently examining the wooden carving that was the handrail. His heavy cloak gave off an aura of strength and virtue that no mortal man could acquire, and with the power this man held it would be no matter to order this ship burned to the waterline, what an Inquisitor wanted with his fleet was beyond him, but it worried the Admiral greatly.
A private stepped up to the admiral and stood at attention. Ohnmeiss looked up at him. "Yes?"
"A refugee ship has been spotted heading South sir. Looks like a large vessel, filled to the brim."
Admiral Ohnmeiss looked at the private for a few moments. "What ships are in the area?"
Another man looked up from a map. "The Gestalt and The Hidden Virtues."
Ohnmeiss nodded. "Inform them to move in and detain the ship." The private nodded, gave a salute and began to move to give the orders.
And then the Inquisitor spoke. "If I may, Admiral Ohnmeiss. I would like to see this ship and it's inhabitants."
Everyone stopped moving and Admiral Ohnmeiss looked back at his guest. So that's why he was here. Stories of the rampant heresy in Lars Port must be true then, and if that was the case, then Dahhok help them for what they must do.
"I see, very well." The admiral turned back to the Private. "Inform the Gestalt and The Hidden Virtues to detain the ship, if they attempt to break by they have full orders to open fire and bring the ship down. They are to wait until my arrival."
The private saluted again and left with his new orders as Admiral Ohnmeiss looked back at the Inquisitor, he couldn't supress the chill that ran down his spine.
Silver Port, The Middle Kingdom
Sir Steve ran through the streets, the peasants and lords giving the man a wide berth to allow him to hurry on his way.
Minutes later the first knighted broke into the audience chambers of Queen April.
"M'lady. It is as we feared!"
Various courtesans were sent into a tizzy at this display and began whispering among themselves as Sir Sean stepped down from beside Queen April. "Address court properly, Sir Steve."
Cursing silently Sir Steve stepped up to the queen's throne and knelt down. "M'lady, I have just recieved word that Hylidaeus is marching against the city of Lars Port."
Queen April slowly openned her eyes and took a few breaths. "And so it begins. Send envoys to the Peaks, Yorathan, and LahkNi. We shall need allies in such trying times. A nation such as ours will not be able to hold off the expansions of the greater nations by ourselves." Queen April had turned to look to Sir Sean as she spoke.
The knight bowed low "Of course my Queen." And with that turned and left. Sir Steve got to his feet and looked at Queen April. "What of the fleet my Queen?"
Queen April responded slowly, with some thought. "Ready them for action, and inform Sir Peter and Sir David that the army will need to be ready."
Sir Steve bowed, "Yes my Queen." and was gone.
The Farnian Republic
Guardsman Fedric ran into the barracks without thought of protocal. His captain was looking over reports when the terrified guardsman broke into his quarters.
"Sir! It's the dragon!" gasped the guardsman.
Captain Theron looked up from his reports and shook his head. "What are you so worried about boy? It's always the dragon, and we always survive it."
Fedric shook his head quickly. "That's not it sir. It's not heading for us."
Captain Theron looked more closely at the boy and raised an eyebrow. "Then where is it going boy?"
The soldier shook his head again. "Southwest sir. Could be the Koronan, could be the LahkNi."
Captain Theron sighed and shook his head. "Dahhok protect them."
A few minutes later a shiphand stepped up to the captain of the ship. "Sir, you told me to inform you if there was an unsailable ship, we've got one in sight sir. She's a float but barely, took a number of shots around the waterline, doubt she has much left in her."
The crewman stood at attention awaiting orders.
Off the coast of Ji-Kai
Admiral Ohnmeiss was all the more tense now that his 'guest of honor' was standing behind him, apparently examining the wooden carving that was the handrail. His heavy cloak gave off an aura of strength and virtue that no mortal man could acquire, and with the power this man held it would be no matter to order this ship burned to the waterline, what an Inquisitor wanted with his fleet was beyond him, but it worried the Admiral greatly.
A private stepped up to the admiral and stood at attention. Ohnmeiss looked up at him. "Yes?"
"A refugee ship has been spotted heading South sir. Looks like a large vessel, filled to the brim."
Admiral Ohnmeiss looked at the private for a few moments. "What ships are in the area?"
Another man looked up from a map. "The Gestalt and The Hidden Virtues."
Ohnmeiss nodded. "Inform them to move in and detain the ship." The private nodded, gave a salute and began to move to give the orders.
And then the Inquisitor spoke. "If I may, Admiral Ohnmeiss. I would like to see this ship and it's inhabitants."
Everyone stopped moving and Admiral Ohnmeiss looked back at his guest. So that's why he was here. Stories of the rampant heresy in Lars Port must be true then, and if that was the case, then Dahhok help them for what they must do.
"I see, very well." The admiral turned back to the Private. "Inform the Gestalt and The Hidden Virtues to detain the ship, if they attempt to break by they have full orders to open fire and bring the ship down. They are to wait until my arrival."
The private saluted again and left with his new orders as Admiral Ohnmeiss looked back at the Inquisitor, he couldn't supress the chill that ran down his spine.
Silver Port, The Middle Kingdom
Sir Steve ran through the streets, the peasants and lords giving the man a wide berth to allow him to hurry on his way.
Minutes later the first knighted broke into the audience chambers of Queen April.
"M'lady. It is as we feared!"
Various courtesans were sent into a tizzy at this display and began whispering among themselves as Sir Sean stepped down from beside Queen April. "Address court properly, Sir Steve."
Cursing silently Sir Steve stepped up to the queen's throne and knelt down. "M'lady, I have just recieved word that Hylidaeus is marching against the city of Lars Port."
Queen April slowly openned her eyes and took a few breaths. "And so it begins. Send envoys to the Peaks, Yorathan, and LahkNi. We shall need allies in such trying times. A nation such as ours will not be able to hold off the expansions of the greater nations by ourselves." Queen April had turned to look to Sir Sean as she spoke.
The knight bowed low "Of course my Queen." And with that turned and left. Sir Steve got to his feet and looked at Queen April. "What of the fleet my Queen?"
Queen April responded slowly, with some thought. "Ready them for action, and inform Sir Peter and Sir David that the army will need to be ready."
Sir Steve bowed, "Yes my Queen." and was gone.
The Farnian Republic
Guardsman Fedric ran into the barracks without thought of protocal. His captain was looking over reports when the terrified guardsman broke into his quarters.
"Sir! It's the dragon!" gasped the guardsman.
Captain Theron looked up from his reports and shook his head. "What are you so worried about boy? It's always the dragon, and we always survive it."
Fedric shook his head quickly. "That's not it sir. It's not heading for us."
Captain Theron looked more closely at the boy and raised an eyebrow. "Then where is it going boy?"
The soldier shook his head again. "Southwest sir. Could be the Koronan, could be the LahkNi."
Captain Theron sighed and shook his head. "Dahhok protect them."
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#109
The slaughter was horrendous. The Hylidaeians looked on helplessly as thousands of people were butchered for no reason. Some were still in the throws of death, or impaled upon pikes on the walls. The army collectively shivered and Elan considered the possibility of simply burning the city rather than taking it. But that would destroy more lives for no gain and he was a pragmatist. No. The evil in this city would be cleansed. All of it, but the city would remain.
Father Asmodeus did his rounds ministering to the army who still toiled on their siege projects.
...
Upon the morning, Elan looked at the wall and realized that it would now be impossible to bring siege towers to bear like he had intended. The carnage, the dead and the dying would block their access to the wall. Same with battering rams. The gates could not be assaulted. This forced his army to take the low road. The mobile walls were not complete however, that would need another night. As it stood, they remained covered by brush so they couldn't be seen.
Elan had thousands of troops at his disposal, and if one could not get over a wall... The geology was not so rocky as to prohibit undermining. He had the orders relayed, the Pikemen who formed a significant part of the assembled Host would be on Mining detail. But not yet... there were other things that needed to be taken care of first
Father Asmodeus did his rounds ministering to the army who still toiled on their siege projects.
...
Upon the morning, Elan looked at the wall and realized that it would now be impossible to bring siege towers to bear like he had intended. The carnage, the dead and the dying would block their access to the wall. Same with battering rams. The gates could not be assaulted. This forced his army to take the low road. The mobile walls were not complete however, that would need another night. As it stood, they remained covered by brush so they couldn't be seen.
Elan had thousands of troops at his disposal, and if one could not get over a wall... The geology was not so rocky as to prohibit undermining. He had the orders relayed, the Pikemen who formed a significant part of the assembled Host would be on Mining detail. But not yet... there were other things that needed to be taken care of first
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#110
Inquisitor Bradley continued to kneel infront of the encampment, unmoving with his warmaul laid in the grass infront of him. A faint glow eminated from the man as he took deep breaths in and out. As the sun came up over the horizon he finally openned his eyes and slowly got to his feet, using his warmaul to steady himself some. With a sigh he turned and walked over to Father Asmodeus.
"I have done all I can for now. This area is protected from the daemonic influence that is spreading, but the rest of the area is beyond my protection." Gregori looked back at the walls of the city where the bodies of the dead lay in hip deep piles in some places, and easily above the head infront of the gates. Even from this distance the piles seemed to squirm with those who were still alive, only maimed to die of infection and despair.
"That place is plagued with evil, there is nothing I can do from here for that place."
As Gregori finished speaking another eerie wail came from the walls as the bodies hung from chains and held aloft by pikes began screaming again.
Riversmeet
As the diplomats from Æthelmearc neared the walled city of Riversmeet they were met by a small contingent of guards, which represented a part of each of the races that constituted the unique city. The Nithgaard amongst the troops bowed to the diplomats.
"The lords of the city have been expecting you, honored guests. If you would please follow us."
"I have done all I can for now. This area is protected from the daemonic influence that is spreading, but the rest of the area is beyond my protection." Gregori looked back at the walls of the city where the bodies of the dead lay in hip deep piles in some places, and easily above the head infront of the gates. Even from this distance the piles seemed to squirm with those who were still alive, only maimed to die of infection and despair.
"That place is plagued with evil, there is nothing I can do from here for that place."
As Gregori finished speaking another eerie wail came from the walls as the bodies hung from chains and held aloft by pikes began screaming again.
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"The lords of the city have been expecting you, honored guests. If you would please follow us."
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The Sacred Mountain
"So. No sightings of the beast for three days?" Manevius growls. Korsius just chuckles, eliciting an animal glare from the troll.
"He's drawing us out, friend." The giant booms. "The creature wants us to enter into his lair. We can wait. We've been waiting. Why--"
The giant is cut off by an outburst from his comrade, "I'm not playing waiting games with a DRAGON Korsius. There's more than one way to skin a beast." The troll turns around, ducking underneath an oversized tent flap, barking orders about.
"You, you, you three! Get twenty more of your ilk, put those mammoths to work. I want to see these trees FELLED by nightfall. Get those boulders over there! I want to see it CLEAR."
Korsius just shakes his head, taking a drink from his buckskin and listening to the Troll stirring up trouble. Helalsius probably wouldn't be pleased.
"So. No sightings of the beast for three days?" Manevius growls. Korsius just chuckles, eliciting an animal glare from the troll.
"He's drawing us out, friend." The giant booms. "The creature wants us to enter into his lair. We can wait. We've been waiting. Why--"
The giant is cut off by an outburst from his comrade, "I'm not playing waiting games with a DRAGON Korsius. There's more than one way to skin a beast." The troll turns around, ducking underneath an oversized tent flap, barking orders about.
"You, you, you three! Get twenty more of your ilk, put those mammoths to work. I want to see these trees FELLED by nightfall. Get those boulders over there! I want to see it CLEAR."
Korsius just shakes his head, taking a drink from his buckskin and listening to the Troll stirring up trouble. Helalsius probably wouldn't be pleased.
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The Captain frowned, as she knew that it would happen. She had not yet received orders from the Admiralty. "Have a scout ship approach cautiously. I want to know what the ship carries, that the Humes tried so hard to sink it."Charon wrote:Æthelmearc Territorial Waters
A few minutes later a shiphand stepped up to the captain of the ship. "Sir, you told me to inform you if there was an unsailable ship, we've got one in sight sir. She's a float but barely, took a number of shots around the waterline, doubt she has much left in her."
The crewman stood at attention awaiting orders.
The head diplomat, an older Nith dressed in fine travel garments, returned the respectful bow. "Blessings on this city, and upon your families, Guardsmen. Please, lead us to the city lords that we may speak."Riversmeet
As the diplomats from Æthelmearc neared the walled city of Riversmeet they were met by a small contingent of guards, which represented a part of each of the races that constituted the unique city. The Nithgaard amongst the troops bowed to the diplomats.
"The lords of the city have been expecting you, honored guests. If you would please follow us."
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Chief Mauloullrye had just heard from Chief Dollindereum's messengers about the latest reports from the far West.
It is certainly interesting, to say the least. What are so many landwalkers doing over there? Could it be connected with that worrisome war in the making, even if it is more South than West?
He had first heard of the new activity two days ago, and it was simply too early to act. He was sure Dollindereum would agree, even though the two had not spoken together on this yet. That would come soon enough. It could be a fluke, or something more. No matter what it is his information was at least six days old, it could have been over before he ever heard about it.
Elemental Master Dardeo sits in a cool puddle melted into an ice berg of his own creation and watches the construction of the wooden vessels. Soon the first ones would be ready, and they would sail around the entire world.
Well, enough of it anyway
Out of the corner of his eye he sees his son playing around the floating berg. Almost a meter long the young Skarklagger was about fully sentient now, if a little dull witted compared with his elders. Watching him chase his tail brought old memories to Dardeo, as it always did. His son was always chasing his tail, or spinning or rolling. It had rubbed off on Dardeo himself actually.
Shante would nearly drown with laughter if he saw me playing like meter long child! He means well, curse those damn wars, may they never be repeated. What we had to do... he knows why I nearly stopped living. It's the same reason he plays so much, the old fool.
For a moment dark memories played across his eyes and with a surge of nearly blind rage he struck the berg both with his paw and his mind. The ice withstood his paw but a mere moment later shattered violently. Steam clouds billowed up and around him as he slid through the pulverized debris and into the ocean.
Must be the news of the landwalkers' world. All that conflict is getting to me.
His head clear he chased after his son to comfort him from the unusual outburst and sudden noise.
WarMaker Terikehh and Elemental Master Shante sit in a small room. Dimly lit it is part of the winding caves under their waters and it is removed from casual ears.
"All I'm saying is we should prepare a little faster and a little more than we have been. A big war is forming in the South, the Morkan are on the move--and they are not so far away I'll remind you--there are curious reports from the far West, which I think offer us an opportunity more than anything else, and above all else we are on the verge of throwing ourselves into all of this with our big trade pushes." Terikehh paused for breath. "As the Western Clan's only Elemental Master I think you should consider finding an apprentice. We might need the firepower and while neither of us are old we aren't so very young either. I know I've got a few promising young water walkers you could test out and I'm sure you've noticed some yourself what with all the time you spend around the youngsters. I don't think I'm being unreasonable here."
"No, you are being very reasonable Terikehh. That is like you and expected. I will consider it, but please, don't bother me with this. It is hard enough to give attention to the thought. I would rather talk about something else, since we are here. I want to talk more about our two mountain passes and how they are defended. I suppose I fooled you but I have kept my mind on the possible dangers that go with current events in the greater world. I know the Eastern Pass is well defended, but our Western Pass is under staffed and poorly used. I have some ideas for improving things, do you have the time to listen?"
"Haha! You had fooled me, well I can spare an ear flap or two for this. Go ahead!'
It is certainly interesting, to say the least. What are so many landwalkers doing over there? Could it be connected with that worrisome war in the making, even if it is more South than West?
He had first heard of the new activity two days ago, and it was simply too early to act. He was sure Dollindereum would agree, even though the two had not spoken together on this yet. That would come soon enough. It could be a fluke, or something more. No matter what it is his information was at least six days old, it could have been over before he ever heard about it.
Elemental Master Dardeo sits in a cool puddle melted into an ice berg of his own creation and watches the construction of the wooden vessels. Soon the first ones would be ready, and they would sail around the entire world.
Well, enough of it anyway
Out of the corner of his eye he sees his son playing around the floating berg. Almost a meter long the young Skarklagger was about fully sentient now, if a little dull witted compared with his elders. Watching him chase his tail brought old memories to Dardeo, as it always did. His son was always chasing his tail, or spinning or rolling. It had rubbed off on Dardeo himself actually.
Shante would nearly drown with laughter if he saw me playing like meter long child! He means well, curse those damn wars, may they never be repeated. What we had to do... he knows why I nearly stopped living. It's the same reason he plays so much, the old fool.
For a moment dark memories played across his eyes and with a surge of nearly blind rage he struck the berg both with his paw and his mind. The ice withstood his paw but a mere moment later shattered violently. Steam clouds billowed up and around him as he slid through the pulverized debris and into the ocean.
Must be the news of the landwalkers' world. All that conflict is getting to me.
His head clear he chased after his son to comfort him from the unusual outburst and sudden noise.
WarMaker Terikehh and Elemental Master Shante sit in a small room. Dimly lit it is part of the winding caves under their waters and it is removed from casual ears.
"All I'm saying is we should prepare a little faster and a little more than we have been. A big war is forming in the South, the Morkan are on the move--and they are not so far away I'll remind you--there are curious reports from the far West, which I think offer us an opportunity more than anything else, and above all else we are on the verge of throwing ourselves into all of this with our big trade pushes." Terikehh paused for breath. "As the Western Clan's only Elemental Master I think you should consider finding an apprentice. We might need the firepower and while neither of us are old we aren't so very young either. I know I've got a few promising young water walkers you could test out and I'm sure you've noticed some yourself what with all the time you spend around the youngsters. I don't think I'm being unreasonable here."
"No, you are being very reasonable Terikehh. That is like you and expected. I will consider it, but please, don't bother me with this. It is hard enough to give attention to the thought. I would rather talk about something else, since we are here. I want to talk more about our two mountain passes and how they are defended. I suppose I fooled you but I have kept my mind on the possible dangers that go with current events in the greater world. I know the Eastern Pass is well defended, but our Western Pass is under staffed and poorly used. I have some ideas for improving things, do you have the time to listen?"
"Haha! You had fooled me, well I can spare an ear flap or two for this. Go ahead!'
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Skarabrak, Confederacy of Dusk
Malevan stood on Skarabrak's harbor as the sun set. An officer of the Hallowed Ones approached his liege-lord. "My lord, the Night Dragon has woken and broken his fast."
"How much did he eat?"
"A whole cow. His temper was not the best."
"His wound was healed?"
"Aye, more than a few witches worked on it."
"Good," said Malevan. "We will be flying again tonight."
Malevan stood on Skarabrak's harbor as the sun set. An officer of the Hallowed Ones approached his liege-lord. "My lord, the Night Dragon has woken and broken his fast."
"How much did he eat?"
"A whole cow. His temper was not the best."
"His wound was healed?"
"Aye, more than a few witches worked on it."
"Good," said Malevan. "We will be flying again tonight."
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With a quick salute the crewman left. Some time later returning with news on the broken ship. In the intervening time little had happened, a few more reports of other ships that were fleeing the city, but after the first wave of ships there had only been the occasional straggler.LadyTevar wrote:The Captain frowned, as she knew that it would happen. She had not yet received orders from the Admiralty. "Have a scout ship approach cautiously. I want to know what the ship carries, that the Humes tried so hard to sink it."
"Reports have just come in on the hume vessel. It carries refugees captain, mostly hume but a few frogs, looks to be famlies. A more extensive examination of the ship may reveal more but considering the reports about the docks..." the crewman trailed off, himself still sickened at the slaughter that had been reported.
The guardsmen took up formation in front of the diplomats and lead them into the bustling walled city. Off on the horizon the faint outline of the port that allowed the city to thrive as it did could be seen, and past the city itself mighty waterways were continually plyed by small merchant vessels. Once the diplomats were within the city proper they were led almost directly to the center of the city, the streets where they passed were quiet, though around them the bustle of the city continued. Occasionally the diplomats could see the adventurous and curious face of a Kainan, Hylidaiean, or even a Nith child poke out of a window frame to watch the diplomats and their escort walk through the city.The head diplomat, an older Nith dressed in fine travel garments, returned the respectful bow. "Blessings on this city, and upon your families, Guardsmen. Please, lead us to the city lords that we may speak."
The center of the city itself rose high above the rest of the city, beautifully carved in a clear mixture of Nithgaard and Kainan architexture with a slight amount of Hylidaeian apparent as well. Up a staircase the diplomats were led into a large and very beautifully decorated waiting chamber.
The Nithgaard that had spoken before spoke up again. "The masters of the city would like to offer you a meal to quench your hunger after your long journey, and will be with you as soon as they are able."
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Kaldic Mountains
Csabrag Pass
Two columns of liveried breathing-class servants flanked the side-gate which faced the muster field. They ran forwards with smouldering censors and heavy banners bearing the sigils of the Barony of Transkaldia and the Sublime State, along with the personal seals of the Pusztais, the order of nobles who ruled from the heights of the Kaldics all the way down to the swift-flowing Rizs.
The sidegate opened even as the air-ship touched down. A trio of mounted figures in long robes and finery rode out.
"Her Martial and Loyal Ladyship, The Lady Embalmed Alexsandre Ris Pusztai, Hercego of Transkaldia, Marshal of the West-Reach and Rizs by decree of the Sublime State, to greet the generals of Ilithia!"
Csabrag Pass
Two columns of liveried breathing-class servants flanked the side-gate which faced the muster field. They ran forwards with smouldering censors and heavy banners bearing the sigils of the Barony of Transkaldia and the Sublime State, along with the personal seals of the Pusztais, the order of nobles who ruled from the heights of the Kaldics all the way down to the swift-flowing Rizs.
The sidegate opened even as the air-ship touched down. A trio of mounted figures in long robes and finery rode out.
"Her Martial and Loyal Ladyship, The Lady Embalmed Alexsandre Ris Pusztai, Hercego of Transkaldia, Marshal of the West-Reach and Rizs by decree of the Sublime State, to greet the generals of Ilithia!"
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The assembled Ilithian honorguard marched from the Black Ship as it gates opened to the muster grounds. Each Ilithian Soldier, from the undead horrors which shook the ground with thier heavy steps, to the infantry and mounted calvary was a ghastly sight in thier armor.
The tide of Snake-men parted, as the Lord General stood before the Lord and Lady Embalmed.
"We sssssstand greeted. My armiessssss ssssstand ready to march. We will ssssspearhead the battle, giving your forcesssss a disssssstraction, to occupy the cattle. Then, we sssssshall sssssssssweep our enemy before usssssssss."
The General reared tall, the vibrant, battlescarred hood springing out, "Armiessssssss of Chemosssssshhhhh We goto battle!"
The tide of Snake-men parted, as the Lord General stood before the Lord and Lady Embalmed.
"We sssssstand greeted. My armiessssss ssssstand ready to march. We will ssssspearhead the battle, giving your forcesssss a disssssstraction, to occupy the cattle. Then, we sssssshall sssssssssweep our enemy before usssssssss."
The General reared tall, the vibrant, battlescarred hood springing out, "Armiessssssss of Chemosssssshhhhh We goto battle!"
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"Families...," the Nith captain repeated with distaste. Not because of what they were, but because of what it meant. The Frog attackers, or whomever was in LarsPort, were attacking citizens, women and children who could not fight back. "The Scoutship, I believe it was the Crwdryn? Have it take as many of the refuges from the sinking vessel as possible. Women and children have priority, the unwounded men may be able to continue sailing once the vessel's load is lightened. Have them taken to Riversmeet."Charon wrote: "Reports have just come in on the hume vessel. It carries refugees captain, mostly hume but a few frogs, looks to be famlies. A more extensive examination of the ship may reveal more but considering the reports about the docks..." the crewman trailed off, himself still sickened at the slaughter that had been reported.
The diplomat again bowed graciously. "Thank the Lords for their courtesy. Refreshments would be most appreciated." A simple tilt of the head sent Nithgaard with her to relaxed positions around the room to take their ease. "Please inform the Lords that we will await their arrival in the meanwhile."The Nithgaard that had spoken before spoke up again. "The masters of the city would like to offer you a meal to quench your hunger after your long journey, and will be with you as soon as they are able."
Once the refreshments arrive, the Nithgaard sample the food, one trying one dish, another a second, like butterflies picking at flowers, looking for the best one as they converse softly of the astestics of the archetiture and other pleasantries. Nothing was spoken of their mission, nor of anything else of import. That could wait until the Lords of Riversmeet arrived; all things within their season.
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"Now, Sir?" The Under Captain asked breathless.The assembled Ilithian honorguard marched from the Black Ship as it gates opened to the muster grounds. Each Ilithian Soldier, from the undead horrors which shook the ground with thier heavy steps, to the infantry and mounted calvary was a ghastly sight in thier armor.
The tide of Snake-men parted, as the Lord General stood before the Lord and Lady Embalmed.
"We sssssstand greeted. My armiessssss ssssstand ready to march. We will ssssspearhead the battle, giving your forcesssss a disssssstraction, to occupy the cattle. Then, we sssssshall sssssssssweep our enemy before usssssssss."
The General reared tall, the vibrant, battlescarred hood springing out, "Armiessssssss of Chemosssssshhhhh We goto battle!"
"Yeah, let's do the thing." Came the reply.
The gates of the undead fortess boomed open. Whispers could be hear echoing out of them for a breif second...
"IN THE NAME OF ALTIAN ATTACK!" Came the order. The Mage Priest released their spells, flame and lighting struck and the Temple Guards spilled from the gurad covered by flights of crossbow bolts that struck out agains the enemy. Behind the guards the pikes began to move forward.
In the Sky, the forces of the Sky Guard gathered and wheeled. The war was engaged at last. The trap was sprung.
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The crewman saluted and went to relay orders.LadyTevar wrote:"Families...," the Nith captain repeated with distaste. Not because of what they were, but because of what it meant. The Frog attackers, or whomever was in LarsPort, were attacking citizens, women and children who could not fight back. "The Scoutship, I believe it was the Crwdryn? Have it take as many of the refuges from the sinking vessel as possible. Women and children have priority, the unwounded men may be able to continue sailing once the vessel's load is lightened. Have them taken to Riversmeet."
At the ruined ship, wailing women and children as well as the wounded were moved from the death trap and into the Nithgaard ship, the dead had already been tossed into the sea to lighten the load. Either way, the ship had been twice the size of the Nithgaard scout vessel and loaded to the brim, as such only a small amount of the refugees would be allowed to cross. When that realization occured, panic was quickly stirred as many who could shoved their way towards the front in an attempt to get off the dying vessel. Without quick action the Nithgaard scoutship would be overtaken by refugees and be under the threat of capsizing or sinking itself.
Almost two hours later there was a knock at the door. A few seconds later the door was openned and a guardsman stood at attention. "The Council will see you now. If you will follow me." With that the guard stepped back and to the side to allow the diplomats to exit the room where they found several more guard waiting to escort them.The diplomat again bowed graciously. "Thank the Lords for their courtesy. Refreshments would be most appreciated." A simple tilt of the head sent Nithgaard with her to relaxed positions around the room to take their ease. "Please inform the Lords that we will await their arrival in the meanwhile."
Once the refreshments arrive, the Nithgaard sample the food, one trying one dish, another a second, like butterflies picking at flowers, looking for the best one as they converse softly of the astestics of the archetiture and other pleasantries. Nothing was spoken of their mission, nor of anything else of import. That could wait until the Lords of Riversmeet arrived; all things within their season.
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Skarabrak, Confederacy of Dusk
Reflected off the deep yellow light of the sun, an object coming from the North could be seen. Closer inspection revealed it to be a ship bearing the colors of Vicona as well as several white flags that was at the horizon. It seemed to be hurrying towards the port at a fast pace and was not alone. A second, far larger warship followed closely behind it, with a third large warship a distance behind the second.
Ra'akon Pennsulia
On the edges of the swampy forest, a gathering of upright animals were quickly spotted by scouts. It was a group of 10 or 20, some carrying crude stone topped spears, others carrying standards, as they walked out into the open and towards the oddity of the swamp.
Over the Koronan Empire
The Great Dragon winged its way through the sky with a practiced ease, it's massive size not seeming to reduce it's mobility at all as it soared through the clouds. The Kainan on the ground who spotted the massive creature paniced and ran, praying to Dahhok that its business was elsewhere.
The Dragon itself paid no attention to the ground below it. Its business was with it's island further along this path.
Reflected off the deep yellow light of the sun, an object coming from the North could be seen. Closer inspection revealed it to be a ship bearing the colors of Vicona as well as several white flags that was at the horizon. It seemed to be hurrying towards the port at a fast pace and was not alone. A second, far larger warship followed closely behind it, with a third large warship a distance behind the second.
Ra'akon Pennsulia
On the edges of the swampy forest, a gathering of upright animals were quickly spotted by scouts. It was a group of 10 or 20, some carrying crude stone topped spears, others carrying standards, as they walked out into the open and towards the oddity of the swamp.
Over the Koronan Empire
The Great Dragon winged its way through the sky with a practiced ease, it's massive size not seeming to reduce it's mobility at all as it soared through the clouds. The Kainan on the ground who spotted the massive creature paniced and ran, praying to Dahhok that its business was elsewhere.
The Dragon itself paid no attention to the ground below it. Its business was with it's island further along this path.
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Kaldic Mountains
Csabrag Pass
Hsssssssssssss! The Snake scented in a minute too late- it had been masked by the billowing clouds of incense. The figure on the horse was no deadlady- it was a live servant, dressed in the warrior-duchess' attire and shrouded.
the Lord General's eyes were drawn to the sky.
"LIFT OFF! MOVE THE AIRSHIP!"
Burning projectiles arced over the fortress wall, sketching clean parabolas as they dropped towards the moored airship with ruinous intent. Seige-trebuchets had been pre-targetted on the field. Boulders, wrapped in oil-soaked burning rags, slammed in to the immobile airship. On the precipice above the muster-field sat the squat, fortified bulk of the fortress's keep. Ballistae designed for shooting down soaring foes were aimed dead at the moored airship as well.
"FWEGO!"
All along the fortress wall, figures moved. Fires sprung into being along the top of the crenellation. In unison, four hundred Immortals released the bolts from their steel crossbows, a wave of dire fireflies aimed at igniting and destroying the landed airship.
Behind the Ilithian column, Immortals moved with drilled precision. The Korlechi merged phalanx was a formidible formation on the defense- long pikes shoved over and between the broad shields of the swordsmen, interspersed with groups of crossbowmen. Thousands of pale, silent Immortals glittered faintly in their chain shirts and helmets, guarded by a wall of broad shields and a forest of long pikes. On a hundred standards, censors smouldered slowly with sweet spices, masking the horrendous stench of the massed Animated units which were even now swarming down the mountain-sides from their hiding places. Boulders rolled down the hill among the wave of rotting flesh and sharpened claws, pushed by controlled groups of the walking dead at the direction of embalmed officers.
Around the wall of Fortress Csabrag came the Western Army, a honved of Immortals in tight formation with a mass of silent animated auxilia behind.
The Ilithian expeditionary force was in danger of being crushed to death, trapped in the pass at Csabrag.
Csabrag Pass
Hsssssssssssss! The Snake scented in a minute too late- it had been masked by the billowing clouds of incense. The figure on the horse was no deadlady- it was a live servant, dressed in the warrior-duchess' attire and shrouded.
the Lord General's eyes were drawn to the sky.
"LIFT OFF! MOVE THE AIRSHIP!"
Burning projectiles arced over the fortress wall, sketching clean parabolas as they dropped towards the moored airship with ruinous intent. Seige-trebuchets had been pre-targetted on the field. Boulders, wrapped in oil-soaked burning rags, slammed in to the immobile airship. On the precipice above the muster-field sat the squat, fortified bulk of the fortress's keep. Ballistae designed for shooting down soaring foes were aimed dead at the moored airship as well.
"FWEGO!"
All along the fortress wall, figures moved. Fires sprung into being along the top of the crenellation. In unison, four hundred Immortals released the bolts from their steel crossbows, a wave of dire fireflies aimed at igniting and destroying the landed airship.
Behind the Ilithian column, Immortals moved with drilled precision. The Korlechi merged phalanx was a formidible formation on the defense- long pikes shoved over and between the broad shields of the swordsmen, interspersed with groups of crossbowmen. Thousands of pale, silent Immortals glittered faintly in their chain shirts and helmets, guarded by a wall of broad shields and a forest of long pikes. On a hundred standards, censors smouldered slowly with sweet spices, masking the horrendous stench of the massed Animated units which were even now swarming down the mountain-sides from their hiding places. Boulders rolled down the hill among the wave of rotting flesh and sharpened claws, pushed by controlled groups of the walking dead at the direction of embalmed officers.
Around the wall of Fortress Csabrag came the Western Army, a honved of Immortals in tight formation with a mass of silent animated auxilia behind.
The Ilithian expeditionary force was in danger of being crushed to death, trapped in the pass at Csabrag.
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Skarabrak, Confederacy of Dusk
"Let the Night Dragon know what is occuring," ordered Malevan. "Inform the other warships to keep their distance and let the peace ship know that it is forbidden from entering the city, although it may dispatch envoys by rowboat. I will meet with them."
"Let the Night Dragon know what is occuring," ordered Malevan. "Inform the other warships to keep their distance and let the peace ship know that it is forbidden from entering the city, although it may dispatch envoys by rowboat. I will meet with them."
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All was not as it seemed in the trees. As the soldiers began to fell trees, one of the trolls caught sight of something. Before he could shout a warning, a great club caught him in the chest and sent him soaring backwards.Masterharper wrote:The Sacred Mountain
"So. No sightings of the beast for three days?" Manevius growls. Korsius just chuckles, eliciting an animal glare from the troll.
"He's drawing us out, friend." The giant booms. "The creature wants us to enter into his lair. We can wait. We've been waiting. Why--"
The giant is cut off by an outburst from his comrade, "I'm not playing waiting games with a DRAGON Korsius. There's more than one way to skin a beast." The troll turns around, ducking underneath an oversized tent flap, barking orders about.
"You, you, you three! Get twenty more of your ilk, put those mammoths to work. I want to see these trees FELLED by nightfall. Get those boulders over there! I want to see it CLEAR."
Korsius just shakes his head, taking a drink from his buckskin and listening to the Troll stirring up trouble. Helalsius probably wouldn't be pleased.
The Morskan weren't the only ones to employ frost giants in the frozen North. Sepsecolskegyth had coerced this tribe into guarding his lair long ago, and some of their warriors had been watching from the ancient steppe pines.
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"Live free or die: Death is not the worst of evils." -- General John Stark
"A fortress circumvented ceases to be an obstacle.
A fortress destroyed ceases to be a threat.
Do not forget the difference."
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"Live free or die: Death is not the worst of evils." -- General John Stark
"A fortress circumvented ceases to be an obstacle.
A fortress destroyed ceases to be a threat.
Do not forget the difference."
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed." -- G. K. Chesterton
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#125
The regally enrobed diplomats all bowed, giving the Lords of Riversmeet the honor due their station as rulers, even if it was of a single city-state. "Thank you, Honored Lords, for granting audience. We have come to discuss the matter of the attack on Lars Port with you, our long-time ally on the Western Gulf."From the Missing Days wrote:LadyTevar wrote: The waters off Lars Port
The Crwdryn's captain reacted the only way he could, "Throw all hostiles overboard!" he shouted, and drew his blade to protect himself. It was a mistake that he would later regret, as his crew was forced to draw blood to protect themselves and the ship from the rioting refugees.
The Admiral was notified by her second, but she was not in time to prevent the Crwdryn's actions, nor was she able to get more scoutships in position before the blood of the hume and frog males began to taint the waters of the Western Gulf. Later, the Admiral would wish she had sent more scoutships, or a warship to aid the floundering refugee ship. Like the captain of the Crwdryn, it was a decision that would haunt her. The only small comfort she had was that the Crwwdryn's crew had spared the females and children. How those hume and frog females felt about the deaths of their mates was something the Admiral tried not to think about at all.....
The ship had been filled mostly with women and children, as the fleeing ships themselves had already taken on women and children first. In the panic it had not been only men who had died to Nithgaard blades, and among those dead were also those too small or too weak that had been trampeled to death. Eventually however, fear of immediate death overtook panic of being left to drown and the riot subsided, leaving the deck of the refugee ship stained red from the blood. The rest of the operation could continue, but now the refugees seemed as frightened of the Nithgaard as they did of those they had fled from.
The diplomats were led through winding halls filled with beautiful artwork until they came to a set of gold filigreed doors, towering above both guard and diplomat. Soundlessly the doors openned to reveal a well lit chamber. The speaking podium was set in the middle with nine chairs stationed above it on a second level of the room, positioned in a semi-circle to look upon the podium. In these chairs sat the nine council members, three from each of the races that called Riversmeet home.Riversmeet
The diplomats rose quietly and followed the guardsmen, accepting the large number of escorts as an honor ... for now.
The Nithgaard in the center, flanked to his left by a Kainan, to his right by a Hylidaeian, spoke. "Welcome, honored delegates of Æthelmearc. What brings you to our humble city?"
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