Jacogos
07-05-2013, 07:05 PM
The Dream Scape
Scaravus VS Aeregos VS Disgeran VS Archeos VS Leongarde VS Firanos
Post Limit: None - - - - - - Time Limit: None (Factions fight until there is a Victor)
Maximum Time in Between Posts: 36 hours
Armies:
Besiegers:
Scaravus
Commander: Jie’luta, the Priestess of Sand
Army: Spearmen, Raiders, Slayers, Hard Shell Warriors, Archers, Skirmishers, Horseback Archers, Seers, Stingers, Chariot Scorpions, Miners, Catapults, Hydromage, Scarab Warrior, Tamed Taeloron, Taeloron Handler, and Spiders.
Archeos
Commander: Juliana, the Redeemer
Army: Militia, Men-at-Arms, Halberdiers, Knights, Archers, Longbow Men, Paladins, Divine Longbows, War Wagons, Catapults, Ballista, Priests, Champions, Templar, Soothers, and Saints.
Leongarde
Commander: Tael, the Bulwark
Army: Footmen, Swordsmen, Berzerkers, Shieldguard, Archers, Armored Archers, Magesmiths, Musketeers, Siege Towers, Counterweight Trebuchet, Battering Ram, Alchemists, Suit-at-Arms, Warlords, Steel Lions, Mouths of Ko’Rhas, Engineers, and Bombers.
Defenders:
Aeregos
Commander: Shen’Ra, the Scaled Knight
Army: Spearmen, Fencer, Monks, Guardians, Archers, Guardian Archers, Wind Callers, Seekers, Onagers, Ballista, Channelers, Storm Warriors, Shatterers, Wyrm Riders, and Wind Elementals.
Disgeran
Commander: Vizier, the Lord of Undeath
Army: Heretics, Vultures, Ascended, Blackguard, Heretic Archers, Crossbowmen, Warlocks, Ascended Archers, Mangonels, Necromancers, Nightmares, Infernals, Plague Carriers, Hellhounds, and Imps.
Firanos
Commander: Nyreen, the Incinerator
Army: Fieran Spearmen, Swordsmen, Burning Bladesmen, Legionnaires, Archers, Fire Mages, Fire Archers, War Balloons, Catapults, Menders, Fire Monks, Phoenix Guards, Talmu Salamanders, Fire Elementals, Volcanoes, and Hunters.
Participants
Scaravus
Captain Dezeroth A'Kyer (Eddren) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&page=5&p=1040221&viewfull=1#post1040221)
Lieutenant Karrha Nameko (P.K.) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&p=1016016&viewfull=1#post1016016)
Archeos
Sergeant Hastur Tereth (DoughGuy) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&page=14&p=1161283&viewfull=1#post1161283)
Leongarde
Corporal Sogarr Bonescream (Cfavano) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&page=15&p=1309239&viewfull=1#post1309239)
Corporal Tuk Pinderknock (The Imposter) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&page=25&p=1455241&viewfull=1#post1455241)
Aeregos
Corporal Sileo (Hatter) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&page=21&p=1449668&viewfull=1#post1449668)
Disgeran
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Firanos
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GM:
Jacogos
Posting Order
Cfavano (85)
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Hatter (52)
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The Imposter (43)
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DoughGuy (40)
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P.K. (29)
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Eddren (13)
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Jacogos (GM)
Introductions:
Dusk settled over the massive mountain that occupied the center of a war zone, the sun’s fading light playing off of the trees and brush that grew interspersed all over the terrain. At three points equidistant from each other, stone forts were placed at the very foot of the mountain, their rear actually within the mountain so that only the gated front and no more than a hundred feet of their forward sides were exposed. Each fort was nearly identical, though their occupants were far from similar. Three different armies occupied these walls, and all three faced a different enemy as well. Hidden in the forests that surrounded the entire mountain range, more masses waited to approach the forts, some hoping for blood, some hoping for a quick fight so they could return home, others wishing they weren’t there at all.
Clearings of about four hundred yards were in front of the three forts, allowing just enough room to see an enemy before they were upon the defenders. Each of the three gates was open with the armies spilling out of the over-populated forts. They knew battle would be soon, but there was no way they could fit the men inside the fort and still be able to hold efficiently. Some men would have to die to hold the fort; everyone knew this and it bit into many of the soldiers’ morale.
In the South-West Fort, Aeregos was holed up waiting to meet Scaravus on the field of battle. In the East-South-East, Disgeran prepared their defenses to meet their greatest enemy: Archeos. And to the North, fires blazing already to light up every possible dark area nearby, Firanos awaited the clash between themselves and Leongarde.
As the sun continued to sink into the horizon, darkness settled on the forests that would soon ring with the sounds of the dying.
Hidden within the confines of the forest, the Scaravian army looked upon Aeregos’s defenses with interest and wonder, plans already forming in their General’s mind. The famed Priestess of Sand, Jie’luta was a frail-looking woman with darkly tanned skin, dark eyes and hair to match. Swathed in brown robes, she might’ve disappeared into the very essence she was titled for if there was any around her. A faint smile danced along her lips as she listened to the Seer beside her speak of the layout of the land that he saw with his blessed vision.
“I see… Then we will play into this fight with caution and foresight… Hold the men back and prepare the Miners and Catapults to begin,” the prophetess said in a wispy voice like silk running along the skin. The Spider she had ordered nodded and was off in a moment, orders quickly passing through the well hidden warriors of the Scaravian Desert. Smiling a little more noticeably now, Jie’luta released the spell she had been preparing for the past hour.
The noise was faint at first, but it quickly rose to a roar that came from behind the army. Yet nearly all the Scaravians were prepared for what was to come. Within moments, a mighty sandstorm blew in from behind them, headed straight for the Aeregosian fort. It was not for offense, though. It was for stealth. Thick as it was, the Aeregosians would never have quite a hard time seeing what they were doing, much less figuring out what they had planned.
“And so it begins…” the priestess murmured, allowing her men to get ready for the attack. Scaravus would not charge in right away, but instead wait for the signal.
Standing just at the edge of the forest, resplendent in their armor, the great and mighty army of Archeos said their last mantras to Alu’terasa before they were to fight with the dark hordes of Disgeran. Near the forefront, a small woman cowled in white robes with the emblem of Archeos blazing on the front and back stood with her piercing blue eyes on the fort with a cool expression upon her face.
This woman was Juliana, the Redeemer. Renowned healer and servant of Alu’terasa, the Redeemer was known for bringing back the dead in stroves, her healing Light almost a match for the Sacred One’s own. Almost. It was a dark time for Archeos indeed for having to field her this day, against the tides of darkness that was the masses of the Spectre of Chaos.
Holding up a single hand, Juliana felt every man behind her tense in readiness; down to a soul, these men and women were prepared to purge each and every one of the heretics from the face of the earth or die trying. With her on their side, however, they were prepared to die twice.
“Cleanse them,” a cool, monotonous voice came from the woman. With a roar, Men-at-arms charged forth with the rest of Archeos hot on their heels, rushing out across the plains towards the waiting heretics that massed in front of the gate. War Wagons rode out in front, filled to bursting with archers and longbow men, and Catapults and Ballista fired from the cover of the woods, crashing into the fort.
The Redeemer watched it all with that same cool look, awaiting such a time as she was needed. Templar surrounded her, though most of their brethren had charged in with the army.
The steel-clad army of Leongarde was at home in the forest, surprisingly. The Lion Woods and Lionglade were perfect examples of nature preserved by the Southern Faction of Ko’Rhas, and these woods still felt friendly if not homey.
Heading the army was a mighty warrior by the name of Tael, the Bulwark. Though irritated at being placed at the head of a siege instead of a defense, the titanic warrior would not back down from a fight that he knew he could win. Covered from head to toe in massive steel-plate armor, the aptly named Bulwark of Leongarde was a walking tank of metal. Nearly as wide as Vanguard had been, if not as tall, Tael was rumored to have never suffered a wound on the battlefield. His armor was said to be impenetrable, and no one had yet to prove otherwise. In his hands were a greatsword that was nearly as tall as himself and a tower shield that looked to be able to survive a boulder being thrown at it.
As the army neared the edge of the woods, Tael halted his army and turned laboriously to face his men.
Tael was not known for speeches; it was rarely heard of him to speak at all. The hulking warrior simply looked over his men, nodded, and turned back to face Firanos before them. Holding aloft his mighty sword, he swung it forward in an air-splitting chop, and Leongarde rushed forward to meet the fire-wielding faction on the field of battle.
Their charge was short lived, however, as Fieran mages erected a massive wall of fire across the fields, effectively stopping them in their tracks.
"Make way for General Tael!" someone cried, the halted army parting to allow the Bulwark through, slowly making his way to the front lines with ground trembling steps. He held his blade aloft and drew a circle in the sky above him, indicating Leongarde to form up. A gesture behind him told them to keep behind him. As they did so, he began his approach to the wall.
Aeregos had a rather well set-up defense in their fort, siege weapons ready to rain down on their enemy as soon as they showed up. That was all they knew; their foe was a wily one, which led some to speculate it was Scaravus they were facing. That would prove to be an interesting battle indeed.
Atop the ramparts, a tall, dark green, dragon-scaled Wyrmborn stood looking out over the plains with vicious intent. White feathered wings adorned his back. The man, his name Shen’ra, gripped his twin war axes anxiously as he awaited their foe to appear. The Scaled Knight he was called, and more besides. He claimed to be a true child of Shen’Giyuh, much as Ra’shor himself was. He certainly looked the part.
“Warriors of my father!” Shen’ra roared, speaking to the Aeregosians in a loud voice. “Our enemy comes to die this day, as our might will not be overcome! For we are the followers of Shen’Giyuh, and we-!”
He was cut off as a roar unknown to nearly all Aeregosians came rushing at them, a whirlwind of sand flying at them from the forest. Any doubt that they were facing the nomads of Scaravus were instantly banished as the sandstorm consumed them.
“Hold fast, my brethren!” Shen’ra called, his voice barely heard over the rush of the sandstorm. “They will not break us with petty tricks! Fire the Onagers!” Stones flew overhead as the siege weapons fired, but it was unknown if the projectiles actually hit anything. The sandstorm had all but blinded them to what was going on below. Even the infantry stationed in front of the gate could see little but a dozen yards in front of them.
The fort that held the massive horde of Disgeran was already beginning to show signs of taint and corrosion, evil magic seeping into the stone and giving it a distinctly eerie look. Heretics spilled out into the plains in droves, waiting for their deaths with wide eyes and shaking boots.
Striding up to the top of the fort walls, a black-armored individual slowly peered out over the plains towards the shining obviousness of their opponent. Tall and seemingly broad-shouldered, the one known as Vizier, the Lord of Undeath, might’ve smirked if his fleshless mouth would’ve allowed it. Bleached bone was all his head was, a skull with a most peculiar dark blue magical essence flowing from its eyes.
Vizier’s gauntleted hand rested upon another skull that was seated upon the top of a long black staff, straight and free of blemishes. It gave of an aura of darkness that followed the general as he slowly stopped at the edge of the fort wall.
“Heeheehee…” he cackled, fleshless jaw flapping comically. “What a wonderful farce this will be… Demonic hordes of Disgeran, lend me thine ears! If but a single one of you wishes to live to see tomorrow, then I suggest that every last one of you fight until Archeos falls before us. If any of them get inside, I will rip the soul of the nearest person from his body and use it as a missile to tear the Archeons asunder.” The general fell silent for a moment, what might have been an amused look on his face. “Think of it as positive reinforcement…”
As the Archeons charged, Vizier side-stepped as a ballista bolt came flying at him, the missile causing his eye essence to hiss as the wind blew it aside. “Oh but this will be fun…”
The fires of Firanos lit up the evening sky as the red-coated faction prepared for the siege. Spearmen, Swordsmen, and Burning Bladesmen all readied themselves for the oncoming storm of steel, Leongarde readying itself to come at them with all they have.
In the front of these men, a single robed woman stood about three yards in front of the foremost warrior, smirking broadly at the shining army that was soon to charge their position. She was a beauty to many, long ebon hair blowing lightly in the wind as it played along her bare shoulders. Her robes were a mixture of red and black, mixing in interesting ways that drew the eye. They clung to her form just enough to hint at what lay beneath, but no more. Nyreen, the Incinerator, turned to her men and threw her arms wide, gathering their attention.
“Men and women of Firanos! Today we gather on the field of battle against an enemy we have easily defeated before. The warriors of Leongarde will never be able to compete against our might for all of their steel-clad warriors, for we have the blessing of our Eternal Protector! The Blazing Phoenix! Even our Emperor watches over us this day! We will not fall! We will not falter! Our enemies…” Turning dynamically, Nyreen’s hands lit up in flames.
“WILL BURN!!” she roared, unleashing a large storm of fire upon the plains, aided by fire magi that stood atop the wall. The attack was not aimed at the now-charging Leongardians, though; instead, it landed halfway across the plains, lighting up the grass in a massive wall of fire. Leongarde was forced to either wait it out or charge through.
“And burn they will…” Nyreen hissed, turning to return to the inside of the fort.
Battle Start
All six factions were now on their way towards engaging each other, offensive armies charging into the fray against the holders of the forts. Nothing could stop these battles from reaching their bloody finish, but neither could anyone guess what lie in wait for the three factions that one their duels.
Will you lead your faction to glory? Or will you perish in the flames of war? Chaos grips the land. Take heed that you do not get swept away in the tides.
Scaravus VS Aeregos VS Disgeran VS Archeos VS Leongarde VS Firanos
Post Limit: None - - - - - - Time Limit: None (Factions fight until there is a Victor)
Maximum Time in Between Posts: 36 hours
Armies:
Besiegers:
Scaravus
Commander: Jie’luta, the Priestess of Sand
Army: Spearmen, Raiders, Slayers, Hard Shell Warriors, Archers, Skirmishers, Horseback Archers, Seers, Stingers, Chariot Scorpions, Miners, Catapults, Hydromage, Scarab Warrior, Tamed Taeloron, Taeloron Handler, and Spiders.
Archeos
Commander: Juliana, the Redeemer
Army: Militia, Men-at-Arms, Halberdiers, Knights, Archers, Longbow Men, Paladins, Divine Longbows, War Wagons, Catapults, Ballista, Priests, Champions, Templar, Soothers, and Saints.
Leongarde
Commander: Tael, the Bulwark
Army: Footmen, Swordsmen, Berzerkers, Shieldguard, Archers, Armored Archers, Magesmiths, Musketeers, Siege Towers, Counterweight Trebuchet, Battering Ram, Alchemists, Suit-at-Arms, Warlords, Steel Lions, Mouths of Ko’Rhas, Engineers, and Bombers.
Defenders:
Aeregos
Commander: Shen’Ra, the Scaled Knight
Army: Spearmen, Fencer, Monks, Guardians, Archers, Guardian Archers, Wind Callers, Seekers, Onagers, Ballista, Channelers, Storm Warriors, Shatterers, Wyrm Riders, and Wind Elementals.
Disgeran
Commander: Vizier, the Lord of Undeath
Army: Heretics, Vultures, Ascended, Blackguard, Heretic Archers, Crossbowmen, Warlocks, Ascended Archers, Mangonels, Necromancers, Nightmares, Infernals, Plague Carriers, Hellhounds, and Imps.
Firanos
Commander: Nyreen, the Incinerator
Army: Fieran Spearmen, Swordsmen, Burning Bladesmen, Legionnaires, Archers, Fire Mages, Fire Archers, War Balloons, Catapults, Menders, Fire Monks, Phoenix Guards, Talmu Salamanders, Fire Elementals, Volcanoes, and Hunters.
Participants
Scaravus
Captain Dezeroth A'Kyer (Eddren) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&page=5&p=1040221&viewfull=1#post1040221)
Lieutenant Karrha Nameko (P.K.) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&p=1016016&viewfull=1#post1016016)
Archeos
Sergeant Hastur Tereth (DoughGuy) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&page=14&p=1161283&viewfull=1#post1161283)
Leongarde
Corporal Sogarr Bonescream (Cfavano) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&page=15&p=1309239&viewfull=1#post1309239)
Corporal Tuk Pinderknock (The Imposter) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&page=25&p=1455241&viewfull=1#post1455241)
Aeregos
Corporal Sileo (Hatter) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&page=21&p=1449668&viewfull=1#post1449668)
Disgeran
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Firanos
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GM:
Jacogos
Posting Order
Cfavano (85)
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Hatter (52)
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The Imposter (43)
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DoughGuy (40)
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P.K. (29)
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Eddren (13)
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Jacogos (GM)
Introductions:
Dusk settled over the massive mountain that occupied the center of a war zone, the sun’s fading light playing off of the trees and brush that grew interspersed all over the terrain. At three points equidistant from each other, stone forts were placed at the very foot of the mountain, their rear actually within the mountain so that only the gated front and no more than a hundred feet of their forward sides were exposed. Each fort was nearly identical, though their occupants were far from similar. Three different armies occupied these walls, and all three faced a different enemy as well. Hidden in the forests that surrounded the entire mountain range, more masses waited to approach the forts, some hoping for blood, some hoping for a quick fight so they could return home, others wishing they weren’t there at all.
Clearings of about four hundred yards were in front of the three forts, allowing just enough room to see an enemy before they were upon the defenders. Each of the three gates was open with the armies spilling out of the over-populated forts. They knew battle would be soon, but there was no way they could fit the men inside the fort and still be able to hold efficiently. Some men would have to die to hold the fort; everyone knew this and it bit into many of the soldiers’ morale.
In the South-West Fort, Aeregos was holed up waiting to meet Scaravus on the field of battle. In the East-South-East, Disgeran prepared their defenses to meet their greatest enemy: Archeos. And to the North, fires blazing already to light up every possible dark area nearby, Firanos awaited the clash between themselves and Leongarde.
As the sun continued to sink into the horizon, darkness settled on the forests that would soon ring with the sounds of the dying.
Hidden within the confines of the forest, the Scaravian army looked upon Aeregos’s defenses with interest and wonder, plans already forming in their General’s mind. The famed Priestess of Sand, Jie’luta was a frail-looking woman with darkly tanned skin, dark eyes and hair to match. Swathed in brown robes, she might’ve disappeared into the very essence she was titled for if there was any around her. A faint smile danced along her lips as she listened to the Seer beside her speak of the layout of the land that he saw with his blessed vision.
“I see… Then we will play into this fight with caution and foresight… Hold the men back and prepare the Miners and Catapults to begin,” the prophetess said in a wispy voice like silk running along the skin. The Spider she had ordered nodded and was off in a moment, orders quickly passing through the well hidden warriors of the Scaravian Desert. Smiling a little more noticeably now, Jie’luta released the spell she had been preparing for the past hour.
The noise was faint at first, but it quickly rose to a roar that came from behind the army. Yet nearly all the Scaravians were prepared for what was to come. Within moments, a mighty sandstorm blew in from behind them, headed straight for the Aeregosian fort. It was not for offense, though. It was for stealth. Thick as it was, the Aeregosians would never have quite a hard time seeing what they were doing, much less figuring out what they had planned.
“And so it begins…” the priestess murmured, allowing her men to get ready for the attack. Scaravus would not charge in right away, but instead wait for the signal.
Standing just at the edge of the forest, resplendent in their armor, the great and mighty army of Archeos said their last mantras to Alu’terasa before they were to fight with the dark hordes of Disgeran. Near the forefront, a small woman cowled in white robes with the emblem of Archeos blazing on the front and back stood with her piercing blue eyes on the fort with a cool expression upon her face.
This woman was Juliana, the Redeemer. Renowned healer and servant of Alu’terasa, the Redeemer was known for bringing back the dead in stroves, her healing Light almost a match for the Sacred One’s own. Almost. It was a dark time for Archeos indeed for having to field her this day, against the tides of darkness that was the masses of the Spectre of Chaos.
Holding up a single hand, Juliana felt every man behind her tense in readiness; down to a soul, these men and women were prepared to purge each and every one of the heretics from the face of the earth or die trying. With her on their side, however, they were prepared to die twice.
“Cleanse them,” a cool, monotonous voice came from the woman. With a roar, Men-at-arms charged forth with the rest of Archeos hot on their heels, rushing out across the plains towards the waiting heretics that massed in front of the gate. War Wagons rode out in front, filled to bursting with archers and longbow men, and Catapults and Ballista fired from the cover of the woods, crashing into the fort.
The Redeemer watched it all with that same cool look, awaiting such a time as she was needed. Templar surrounded her, though most of their brethren had charged in with the army.
The steel-clad army of Leongarde was at home in the forest, surprisingly. The Lion Woods and Lionglade were perfect examples of nature preserved by the Southern Faction of Ko’Rhas, and these woods still felt friendly if not homey.
Heading the army was a mighty warrior by the name of Tael, the Bulwark. Though irritated at being placed at the head of a siege instead of a defense, the titanic warrior would not back down from a fight that he knew he could win. Covered from head to toe in massive steel-plate armor, the aptly named Bulwark of Leongarde was a walking tank of metal. Nearly as wide as Vanguard had been, if not as tall, Tael was rumored to have never suffered a wound on the battlefield. His armor was said to be impenetrable, and no one had yet to prove otherwise. In his hands were a greatsword that was nearly as tall as himself and a tower shield that looked to be able to survive a boulder being thrown at it.
As the army neared the edge of the woods, Tael halted his army and turned laboriously to face his men.
Tael was not known for speeches; it was rarely heard of him to speak at all. The hulking warrior simply looked over his men, nodded, and turned back to face Firanos before them. Holding aloft his mighty sword, he swung it forward in an air-splitting chop, and Leongarde rushed forward to meet the fire-wielding faction on the field of battle.
Their charge was short lived, however, as Fieran mages erected a massive wall of fire across the fields, effectively stopping them in their tracks.
"Make way for General Tael!" someone cried, the halted army parting to allow the Bulwark through, slowly making his way to the front lines with ground trembling steps. He held his blade aloft and drew a circle in the sky above him, indicating Leongarde to form up. A gesture behind him told them to keep behind him. As they did so, he began his approach to the wall.
Aeregos had a rather well set-up defense in their fort, siege weapons ready to rain down on their enemy as soon as they showed up. That was all they knew; their foe was a wily one, which led some to speculate it was Scaravus they were facing. That would prove to be an interesting battle indeed.
Atop the ramparts, a tall, dark green, dragon-scaled Wyrmborn stood looking out over the plains with vicious intent. White feathered wings adorned his back. The man, his name Shen’ra, gripped his twin war axes anxiously as he awaited their foe to appear. The Scaled Knight he was called, and more besides. He claimed to be a true child of Shen’Giyuh, much as Ra’shor himself was. He certainly looked the part.
“Warriors of my father!” Shen’ra roared, speaking to the Aeregosians in a loud voice. “Our enemy comes to die this day, as our might will not be overcome! For we are the followers of Shen’Giyuh, and we-!”
He was cut off as a roar unknown to nearly all Aeregosians came rushing at them, a whirlwind of sand flying at them from the forest. Any doubt that they were facing the nomads of Scaravus were instantly banished as the sandstorm consumed them.
“Hold fast, my brethren!” Shen’ra called, his voice barely heard over the rush of the sandstorm. “They will not break us with petty tricks! Fire the Onagers!” Stones flew overhead as the siege weapons fired, but it was unknown if the projectiles actually hit anything. The sandstorm had all but blinded them to what was going on below. Even the infantry stationed in front of the gate could see little but a dozen yards in front of them.
The fort that held the massive horde of Disgeran was already beginning to show signs of taint and corrosion, evil magic seeping into the stone and giving it a distinctly eerie look. Heretics spilled out into the plains in droves, waiting for their deaths with wide eyes and shaking boots.
Striding up to the top of the fort walls, a black-armored individual slowly peered out over the plains towards the shining obviousness of their opponent. Tall and seemingly broad-shouldered, the one known as Vizier, the Lord of Undeath, might’ve smirked if his fleshless mouth would’ve allowed it. Bleached bone was all his head was, a skull with a most peculiar dark blue magical essence flowing from its eyes.
Vizier’s gauntleted hand rested upon another skull that was seated upon the top of a long black staff, straight and free of blemishes. It gave of an aura of darkness that followed the general as he slowly stopped at the edge of the fort wall.
“Heeheehee…” he cackled, fleshless jaw flapping comically. “What a wonderful farce this will be… Demonic hordes of Disgeran, lend me thine ears! If but a single one of you wishes to live to see tomorrow, then I suggest that every last one of you fight until Archeos falls before us. If any of them get inside, I will rip the soul of the nearest person from his body and use it as a missile to tear the Archeons asunder.” The general fell silent for a moment, what might have been an amused look on his face. “Think of it as positive reinforcement…”
As the Archeons charged, Vizier side-stepped as a ballista bolt came flying at him, the missile causing his eye essence to hiss as the wind blew it aside. “Oh but this will be fun…”
The fires of Firanos lit up the evening sky as the red-coated faction prepared for the siege. Spearmen, Swordsmen, and Burning Bladesmen all readied themselves for the oncoming storm of steel, Leongarde readying itself to come at them with all they have.
In the front of these men, a single robed woman stood about three yards in front of the foremost warrior, smirking broadly at the shining army that was soon to charge their position. She was a beauty to many, long ebon hair blowing lightly in the wind as it played along her bare shoulders. Her robes were a mixture of red and black, mixing in interesting ways that drew the eye. They clung to her form just enough to hint at what lay beneath, but no more. Nyreen, the Incinerator, turned to her men and threw her arms wide, gathering their attention.
“Men and women of Firanos! Today we gather on the field of battle against an enemy we have easily defeated before. The warriors of Leongarde will never be able to compete against our might for all of their steel-clad warriors, for we have the blessing of our Eternal Protector! The Blazing Phoenix! Even our Emperor watches over us this day! We will not fall! We will not falter! Our enemies…” Turning dynamically, Nyreen’s hands lit up in flames.
“WILL BURN!!” she roared, unleashing a large storm of fire upon the plains, aided by fire magi that stood atop the wall. The attack was not aimed at the now-charging Leongardians, though; instead, it landed halfway across the plains, lighting up the grass in a massive wall of fire. Leongarde was forced to either wait it out or charge through.
“And burn they will…” Nyreen hissed, turning to return to the inside of the fort.
Battle Start
All six factions were now on their way towards engaging each other, offensive armies charging into the fray against the holders of the forts. Nothing could stop these battles from reaching their bloody finish, but neither could anyone guess what lie in wait for the three factions that one their duels.
Will you lead your faction to glory? Or will you perish in the flames of war? Chaos grips the land. Take heed that you do not get swept away in the tides.