Roleplay : Dunkelheit

[Leo Akastenix]

@Directive255
The demon looked surprised.
However, the sergeant chimes in “We do not have any cognac in store. We do have..(looks at a hologram) fel-vodka, Champagne: original from earth. Black Markets are good., Scottish Beer, Armageddon Beer, Cadian Wine and.. Zergunalifu. I suggest you DO not try the last one..”
The demon looked at the sergeant surprised.
“We have too much surplus, just give him some of he wants!” The sergeant hissed.

 

[Zombie]

"Bring me a bottle of Zergunalifu!" - Wadolf instructed.

 

[Leo Akastenix]

@Zombie

“Aaaareee you sure?” The sergeant asked.
“Grab a bottle of that monstrusity!” He instructed.

A little while later a demon walked in and gave Wadolf a large glass bottle filled with a slimy green liquid that smelled really really strong that even the demon was trying not to smell it.

 

[Zombie]

"Zergunalifu! Just my favourite." He plucked the bottle open and chugged its content, wiping his mouth with his sleeve armor.

 

[Leo Akastenix]

@Zombie

The demons and guardsmen looked on with disgust.
Wadolf would start becoming extremely dizzy and everything would become vibrant colors of blue, red and yellow.
A feeling of nausea would also be present.

 

[Zombie]

... but Wadolf was strong as an ox and a trained alcoholic, therefore, he managed to keep his firm hold. In a moment, the dizziness and nausea was gone.

He lit a cigarette, as a mean of crowning the party.

 

[Edge45]

Here I am, the party pooper.
Pastebin entry

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Neighbors From The Other Side
-- A small introduction from the passive neighbors of the other side of the dark world.

After a week of sailing, the floating fortress Arranid approaches visible in the western horizon of the continent of where the Imperial Hakyiu establishes its dominion. The silver flag with a black lion with a golden crown on its head flies beside another silver flag with a black manticore with two spears crossing it. Alas, the forward faction of the Aenid Sultanate, the Arranids, has arrived.

The sized of a small island, the floating fortress is guarded not only by its intimidating giant tricannons that guards it, but also by the large armada surrounding it. Aircraft patrols around the sky, and submarines and underwater vessels under it. The armada dispatches three warships, destroyer-class looking vessels with hovering aircrafts and small submarines as escorts, towards the coast. As it lays anchors to deep enough waters, amphibious tanks and transports head for the beach to where the Arranids establishes an encampment. A banner is raised in front of the camp flying the Manticore banner, purposely setted up to attract somebody.

 

[Cherrymage]

@bear_369

@Directive255 : Ya miss one, you bloody m8 D:

Ohh pardon but I had no idea how to respond to that part where you only spoke there's a disturbance, and I was kinda too focused on the other parts...

But your long awaited reply lies somewhere in this post ^^

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@Leo Akastenix and @Zombie

The ArchWarlock looks at the captain.
“How in the universe did he(Waldorf) become some high ranking officer? With his attitude and stubbornness, he could have wounded up in a Gulag or in the Penals! He almost caused a war. If the Lord Commander has heard that, he would’ve instantly declare a war!”

"Well, I don't really know. He's one of the newcomers from another world, from another allied army that seemed to join us. Well, even amongst his fellow homies, he seems like an odd duck." the Captain replied.

The ArchWarlock conjured up 2 chairs of pure fel energy. He sat on one and signaled the captain to sit on the other.
“Proceed as you wish”

"Hmm..." the Captain looked at the chair, somehow wondering if this is some trap or not.

But anyways after a few seconds he sat on the chair.
"Ahh, yes, mister. I would like some grape wine please, thanks."

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@Daffa the Mage

(They talked the details at the main camp)

"Gold and mithril? We don't collect the later. Our collection is mostly golds and silvers, so I hope silvers can be of exchange for the mithril material you spoke of. I assume these payments are yearly price, right? As for the border, I will have the entire research team aware of the restrictions."

"If so, then how about golds and titaniums? If you don't have any titaniums, then we will go with larger quantities of silver. Well, the materials are supposed to be paid every three months, while the price is based on the year."

"Good enough. Is there anything more we haven't covered yet?"

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@bear_369

After the recon divisions geared up, they began lining up in front of the gate. Multiple light trucks were placed infront of the divisions. Rosswell began climbing up into the truck as the rest began entering the back in the other trucks. After the gate is fully opened, she gave the signal as the trucks began moving forward as later on, they splited apart to begin their recon operation.

What would they find beyond this mysterious dark world? Would they find a friend, foe, or both? This is the journey of the Great Soviets, marching through such mystical world to discover new things that they haven't found!

It turned out that the Soviets were camping right besides the borderlands of the Whampoans. Behind the bushes and on the hills, the Whampoans peeked at the Commies seeing what they were up to

"Wait what, commies? Seriously? I thought they should be gone long ago."
"They're building up a base, right besides our borderlands... report to the higher ups about this, this is something fishy."
"Jawoll!"

A moment later, five groups of spikes were moving towards the Soviets in three different directions. Upon closer look, they were five battalions of well-armored, muscular warriors wearing spiked helmets outfitted with a microphone and goggles -- the Pickelhauben. These warriors were holding fancy rifles with glowing orange bayonets, and were marching towards the Soviets.

They came storming the Soviets all of a sudden from the three directions, without any provocation at all. As they attacked, rains of burning purple energyballs showered down upon the Soviet outpost as well. As the balls hit the ground, they exploded greatly and set fire upon the place. These purple flames are very difficult to be extinguished by conventional means.

"Sehati Seziwe! Demi Ehrei, demi Freiheiti! (One heart, One soul! For honor, for freedom!)"
"Wotei tak boleh membiar das Kommienkan berkembang di situ sazie! (We cannot just let the Commies expand here!)"
"Tanahkan ini milik dieh Wongpouien! (This land belonds to the Whampoans!)"

Behind them were a battalion of fast futuristic Panzers as well, which flashed towards the commies while shooting dispersing rays of burning lasers at them. When a big bright laser beam hits a commie, the beam will also break into smaller beams that hit several others around him.

Suddenly!

While the Whampoans and the Soviets were engaged in a battle, suddenly muddy tentacles of darkness rose from the earth, which immediately entangled a large number of combatants from both sides and also the Soviet buildings as well. Anyone caught by the entangling roots of darkness would also burn in shadowy flames. To make matters worse, the tentacles were really corrosive and strong too.

Swamps of shadowhounds and Netherdragons emerged from the darkness, and ravaged both the Whampoans and the Soviets. Some Soviet buildings within the darkness would also be set on shadowy fire too.

A large horde of dark creatures, wicked warlocks and well-armed gangsters barged their way in. It was the Obsidians. The Obsidians have arrived., for they were attracted by the sounds of war ringing within their domains.

"Get out of here, Commies and Revitals!" a fierce dark feminine voice screamed, "You are not welcome here! This entire world of darkness belongs to the Dragonqueen!"

The Whampoans were caught by surprise.

"Walao Eh! Dieh Hakyiuien berdatang lagi! (What the fuck! The Obsidians have come again!)"
"Rundurlah! (Retreat!)"

The Whampoans tried to back off, but was immediately surrounded by the damn Obsidians.

"No way you're leaving!"
"This is the price to pay for messing with us! And now we'll teach you a lesson, and turn you into cute slaves for the Dragonqueen!"

The ground the Whampoans were standing on, suddenly collapsed and sunk inwards while a wall of rocks was erected around stopping them from escaping. As the victims sunk into the hole, they were engulfed with strong shadowy flames, sending them to a torment of living hell. As they continued to get toasted, they underwent a slow but painful transformation twisting them into horrendous dark monsters. Most of them became Shadowhounds, while a few of them became wraiths and humanoid shadows. As for their fancy war machines, they were blown up in the hole.

The ground later flattened back to normal and the wall subsided, but the victims remained mutated.

The new shadowspawns roared and ran around in hysteria and chaos. They tried hard to groan, but they ended up sounding like wild love cries. These poor creatures seemed to have something to say, but their mouths were cramping.

"Ohh, are you still trying to hate us? Your new mistresses and masters?" a sexy feminine voice chuckled in the darkness.

These creatures charged towards the Obsidians snarling in anger.
"asdasdh af hjdklsfjhs kljsdgfjof gsd!!!""

"Aww, too bad, you can no longer speak properly but cry like the little adorable boys you are! And you're now shadowspawns, and your former friends will shoot you at first sight!"

Suddenly, these new shadowspawns slowed down. Their limbs were trembling. The creatures struggled to lift themselves but they couldn't, while letting out many love cries in the process. Eventually, they kneeled down before their new Obsidian mistresses.

"Good boys! Now you'll fetch more of these naughty fools for us! And they will be your playmates soon! HAHA!"

And now, all the ex-Whampoan shadowspawns charged towards the Soviets and their surviving Whampoan homies. Eventually, the Whampoans were overwhelmed and got themselves turned into horrific shadowspawns too.

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The Reunion of a Great Family
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-- 1st of May, 973 A.R. (2885 A.D.)

Before the Whampoans encountered the Great Soviets...

At long last, after nearly nine hundred years, the two long lost brethren have finally met each other again in this dark world of Alastorn. The two nations of Whampoa and the Freivitae. Nine hundred years after the Great Cataclysm have torn and twisted the Earth's lands and waters.

While on the way to the Theroksburg, the two Kaisers were chatting to each other, mostly talking about the nine hundred years of history when they lived separately from each other.

Some Conversations They Had

They spoke in the Whampoan Language, a language artificially invented by the Revivalists back during nine hundred years ago. Through all their words are translated to English to make things easier for all.

Kaiser Moritz : "Worry not, mister Berthold. If you are looking for some space, we have many pieces of land that are wide and big enough for you. This is also one of our ways to repay your kindness, mister Berthold. Without your aid, we would have fallen to those damned Obsidians sooner or later."

Kaiser Berthold : ""Hehe. Ahh, we Whampoans also need some lands badly as well, Moritz. Thank you very much too!"

Kaiser Berthold : ""Oh, by the way, what happened to you Freivitals in this dark world over these nine hundred years, ever since Deroc shattered the Earth apart?"

Kaiser Moritz : "This is a long tale, Berthold. Speaking of Deroc, he was a really great but tragic hero. He united us all under a common banner, and even sacrificed himself for the revival and freedom of us all. His big spell, through very devastating and powerful enough to trap millions and twist the lands, was a necessary evil to banish the insane hordes of Nazis, Commies and Banksters."

Kaiser Berthold : "Ohh... but the rumors and history books in my time and world says otherwise. They said Deroc was driven into a hysteria as the situation was turning grim while his power had risen in the meanwhile. Gradually, he turned from a great man of virtues into a power hungry monster. From the books, they said he broke open the skies for his own glory and power."

Kaiser Moritz : "Nah, this is just some anti-Revital bullshit jointly made up by the Ignorants. Trust me, I have been living for over one thousand years, Berthold. From the petty dramas of the First Great War amongst conservatives, then to the horrors of the Second Great War when the Soviets came, next to the fucked up bullshits in Malaysia during the UMNO regime, and finally to the great crusade against the old system of ignorance."

Kaiser Berthold : "Ahh... interesting. Wait, speaking of age, are you a mystical being like me and Deroc? You have lived far longer than I do, I'm only around 200 years old today. Hehe."

Kaiser Berthold : "By the time we made contact with a strange world of living foods, Vestroya, Deroc had already become the Second Cakemaster of a vast empire, the Empire of Pherith."

Kaiser Moritz : "Pfft! Living foods? Cakemaster? Really?! Now this is something really fresh and new for me! Please tell me as much as you know about Deroc's new life there, mate!"

Kaiser Berthold : "Yes, no kidding! Really! Well, I could have written books about this but I try my best to keep it short and simple. After the Great Cataclysm, Deroc and some of the Revitals were sent to that world of living cakes with some of their toys intact. He quickly rose into prominence within an empire of living cakes they call Arygos, with the blessing of the First Cakemaster, Mythic. At the time, Egilian, the maritime nation of eggs, was in a war with the weakened Arygos, which the Eggs nearly won.Arygos was on the verge of collapse and slavery then."

Kaiser Berthold : "However, with his vast knowledge and magikal prowess, he managed to turn the tide and repelled the Egilians away. With his enlightened thinking, he turned Arygos into a great power, unchallenged for many decades."

Kaiser Berthold : "Later on, Mythic would launch cake crusades which enslaved many nations across Vestroya. When Arygos almost conquered the mainland however, the Eirians from Eiramond valiantly resisted to the end. Eventually all other oppressed nations and groups stood up united under a Resistance Against the Cake Crusade (RACC). Wars broke out between two sides for many years."

Kaiser Berthold : "But then, all of a sudden, Mythic pled for peace and later vanished. Inner fightings broke out, and the Cake Empire of Arygos was left as a loose confederation of independent feudal states since then. Much like the Holy Roman Empire and the Holy Huaxian Empire--"

Kaiser Moritz : "Wait what? 'Much like the Holy Roman Empire and the Holy Huaxian Empire', you said? Ohh, so the prophecy went real. The Holy Huaxian Empire has turned into something neither Holy, nor Huaxian, nor an Empire. I could easily guess what happened to you Whampoans in the nine hundred years, by simply looking the fancy Pickelhauben you wear and the spirits of Revivalism you possess. But I still wonder how exactly did things turn out for you guys."

Kaiser Berthold : "I'm pretty sure you have known your German history very well, so I'll spare myself from telling what happened every damn century. The Holy Huaxian Empire roughly went through the same way as the Holy Roman Empire did, from a strong and powerful empire ruling over the cradle of an ancient civilization and vast reaches of lands, into a big funny joke in its last decades that took an eternity to end. However, quite a number of things went differently differed, mostly due to the differing terrains, cultures and of course the legacy of Revivalism."

Kaiser Moritz : "Ohh? Very interesting, do tell me more. I would like to know the story of the Whampoans."

Kaiser Berthold : "So to put it in short, the Tsai Dynasty demised after four generations. The territory of Pai-hsiang was carved up between the south and the north. The north later moved on and become the Peiyang nation. A nation rescued by us southerners from communism which later embraced their Chinese heritage zealously. While the south would be stuck in this big joke for many centuries to come. And we southerners ditch the Chinese civilization, in favor of a brand new Whampoa culture arising from a mixing pot of German, Malaysian, Chinese, Vietnamese and Japanese cultures."

Kaiser Moritz : "Northern China is to France, and Southern China is to Germany. Interesting. Ahh, yes, the Whampoan culture seems really handsome indeed. Your culture reminds me a lot of the good old days, where the first Revitals banded together and fought against Ignorance."

Kaiser Berthold : "Indeed. Also I am pleasantly surprised when I hear you Freivitals speak some sort of Whampoan and wear Pickelhauben."

Kaiser Berthold : "Anyways. Two centuries after the Holy Huaxian Empire was born, the Obsidian Kongsi, yes, the very Obsidian Kongsi we fought just now, had released a horde of Obsidian gangsters, savage orcs and shadowspawns to the Malaysian peninsula, which then swept across much of Southeast Asia like a hot wind, leaving misery and devastation on its wake. As a result, a huge wave of refugees, consisting of Malays, Cantonese, Germans and Hoklos, have swarmed into the domains of the Holy Empire. The high prestige of German culture, coupled with the arrival of Malay refugees and the lingering legacy of early Revivalism, is what shaped our brilliant Whampoan culture today."

Kaiser Moritz : "Ahh, so that's how the Whampoan nation began."

Kaiser Berthold : "Yes, I find the Whampoan history really amusing too, hehe. I guess I could say Revital forerunners like you began it all."

Kaiser Moritz : "Heh. Anyways, how's the dark horde of Obsidians? And what have you folks done with them?"

Kaiser Berthold : "Ohh. They're incredibly tough, but we managed to chase them away in the end. The barbaric cruelty of those Obsidians have shocked many folks all over Asia, and many were scared about the immediate threat right next door. And so, both the secular Kaiser and the Holy Kuomintang Chairman, then already being two different persons, jointly launched holy crusades against the Obsidians. You could say this is Malaysia's Reconquista."

Kaiser Berthold : "During the crusades, the Whampoan Legion conquered the Malayan Peninsula along with many Indonesian lands, refounding the State of the Whampoan Legion. In the middle of the crusades, a part of western Sarawak was also freed from Amnohland at last, while the Taiwanese conquered the Philippines. Meanwhile, while they freed Indonesia and Sarawak from the vile dark hordes, the crusaders also forced them to convert as well. The Whampoan Legion's crusader state, however, shrank over the decades and became a fief of the now Shintoist Indonesia."

Kaiser Berthold : "The people have grown resentful towards the Kuomintang Shintoist Shrine at last. The second wave of Revivalism arose firstly amongst the Cantonians and the Vietnamese, which then swept across most of Southeast Asia and half of Szechuan too. The Grandmaster of the Whampoan Legion went with the flow, which also turned the crusader state turned into a second Duchy of Malaysia. Many feudal lords west and south of Fukien also turned against the Kuomintang Shintoism too."

Kaiser Berthold : "But, this second wave of Revivalism was met with huge resistance from reactionaries, especially of course the devout believers of Kuomintang Shintoism. However, soon afterwards, the Ikko-Ikki, a coalition of Japanese warrior monks, was resurrected as the Japanese Buddhists stood up against the Kuomintang Shrine. The Tridemists, who follows the original teachings of Sun Yat-sen and Chiang Kai-shek, also revolted against this corrupt Kuomintang and the Holy Huaxian Empire too."

Kaiser Moritz : "(chuckled) Funny... A chaotic drama mixing the Reformation, the Samurai Era, and the First Century (note : Anno Revitae, roughly equivalent to 20th Century in Anno Domini) together. Interesting!"

Kaiser Berthold : "Yeah, but it was a huge mess heh. All of these happened in a post-modern Asia, especially in a much larger Holy Roman Empire housing over thousands of feudal domains."

Kaiser Berthold : "Eventually, the situation fucked up so badly, that a war twenty years long ensued all across Asia amongst many warring sides. Even India and Australia were dragged into the big conflict too. Needless to say, it was a really bloody huge war, as bloody as the Second Great War against the Soviets I can say. But the war shifted from the question about the Kuomintang Shrine, into a messy drama of political games and personal feelings. Even the mainly Kuomintang Shintoist Peiyang supported the Revivalists and the Buddhists too."

Kaiser Berthold : "The war finally came to an end, as the war-weary powers signed a peace treaty. The powers were fatigued by prolonged massive fightings, and blood was flowing over every East Asian river big or small. But the peace treaty has greatly risen regional autonomy and weakened imperial power in the Holy Empire. Asia was never the same since then -- a lot have changed through this twenty years of fighting. Tibet and Bangladesh were finally given formal independence from the Holy Empire."

Kaiser Moritz : "Ohh, wonderful tale, mate! But we have arrived before a big parcel of land for you guys and gals."

After about an hour of nonstop trekking, Kaiser Berthold was brought before a wide region of grassy plains with some hills and rivers here and there...

"Ahh, perfect! This land is what we need!" Berthold was greatly amused.

"Yeah, I'm glad it serves you well." Moritz said with a smile, "However, I have another idea too! Since your folk's Revivalism is really strong and we share a lot in common, we Freivitals can actually be one with your Whampoa Reich if we get to keep some rights. After all, you saved us from our demise right in the nick of time. Though I must discuss it with Wong Tsih-kuo, the Emperor of the Freivital Blues."

"Wong Tsih-kuo? What? Another mystic like you, who lived for over nine hundred years too?"

"Yes!" Moritz shouted happily, "He's still alive and well!! Come, soon we'll pay a visit to Tsih-kuo."
"Nice. I am excited to see him in person!"

(TO BE CONTINUED IN NEXT POST)

 

[Zombie]

"Death to traitors!" - Wadolf shouted. He grabbed his Zweihändler and cut the Captain's head clean off his neck.

 

[Edge45]

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Continuation
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A larger ship docked away from the floating fortress, and heads for the coast in the newly established Frontier of the Aenids. It anchored in the middle of the three destroyer ships. Suddenly, the bow opened like a hatch, releasing this large mechanical yet advance walker that resembles the shape of an elephant equipped with two light-powered cannons on its sides. The trunk looked like a flexible cannon while the tusk are lighted in photon beams appeared to be for direct combat. Anti-air guns are posted above it and is large enough to reach the ground beneath the waters. The elephant walker walked towards land showing off its armored legs. As it reached the middle of the Frontier, it transformed into a command base (Construction Yard) with its weapons turning into defensive emplacements.

An intimidating young man came out of the structure. With long ragged clothing heavily covering his body except the face. "So this are the eastern lands. Our long and great grandfathers have passed us the story of the devils, pagans, and savages fighting for this land, and it was not long before the barbarians to arrived at our seas and nearly driven us to collapse." Said the man.
"Young lord Duirian, you know the history of our people well. Remember the task given to us by his majesty." Another heavily clothed but older man, seem to be at his late thirty's, came beside him with a long staff with its head resembling a raven.
"Yes wise one Jaffar. We will first instigate our strength here, and decide whether we can overcome foes or make allies. Before we establish our full dominion."
"Surely young lord that all inhabitants here are pagans, they shall be dealt with swiftly in the name of our forefathers." The wise man replied.
"We shall see wise one." Finished Duirian, the Emirate of the expedition force.

More amphibious vehicles landed, forming a warband regiment ready to expand. The Emir rides along the stronger amphibious tank and moves out of the Frontier with the tank regiment composing of less than fifteen, exploring the lands and lighting their path with their photon lights.

 

[Daffa]

"If so, then how about golds and titaniums? If you don't have any titaniums, then we will go with larger quantities of silver. Well, the materials are supposed to be paid every three months, while the price is based on the year."

"Good enough. Is there anything more we haven't covered yet?"

"We'll go with the larger quantities of silver then, how many mountains of silver?"
Ahanne notices something was off in her mind, but decide to let it slide for now. In a slight moment, she gaze to a direction before talking to Deowrig again.
"If it's not more than two dozen of mountains, the empire can agree with that."

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Azketh slowly regains consciousness as the healing from Lisa takes it's effect. Everyone else on the scout is happy that Azketh is okay.
"How long... have I passed out?" Azketh tries to speak with his strength.
"About 3 hours, lieutenant." Azketh looks at his scout force, and sees his techniques are still in full effect. He sighed a relief.

"It seems we are fine for now."

 

[Cherrymage]

@Zombie, @Leo Akastenix

"Death to traitors!" - Wadolf shouted. He grabbed his Zweihändler and cut the Captain's head clean off his neck.

*NOTE : Please do not kill significant people, such as the Captain, in one post without asking me beforehand. But you may hit 'em, just do not get too overpowered*
*but in large battles involving many troops, you may kill off some of them if you wish, but keep the units' properties and stuffs in mind*

The Captain dodged the hit with ease at a lightning speed. Also the Captain's armor was too advanced and tough for Wadolf to chop him off immediately, though it did indeed left a scar onto the surface, revealing another layer of protective materials behind.

"This guy is insane! Kill him!" the Captain screamed at Wadolf, sending a wave of sonic towards Wadolf, likely pushing him meters away and hurt his inside organs.

All of the Whampoan veterans opened fire at Wadolf!

 

[Cherrymage]

@Edge45 and @Daffa the Mage

responding later

 

[Zombie]

Wadolf dodged the hit and jumped into a wheelborrow, moving below the bridge.

"Haha! Eat dicks, you shitheads!" He shouted.

Sadly, his flaming Zweihändler lit the wheelborrow on fire underneath him. He died in the devastating inferno that quickly consumed him.

THE END

 

[Cherrymage]

@Edge45

Here I am, the party pooper.
Pastebin entry

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Neighbors From The Other Side
-- A small introduction from the passive neighbors of the other side of the dark world.

After a week of sailing, the floating fortress Arranid approaches visible in the western horizon of the continent of where the Imperial Hakyiu establishes its dominion. The silver flag with a black lion with a golden crown on its head flies beside another silver flag with a black manticore with two spears crossing it. Alas, the forward faction of the Aenid Sultanate, the Arranids, has arrived.

The sized of a small island, the floating fortress is guarded not only by its intimidating giant tricannons that guards it, but also by the large armada surrounding it. Aircraft patrols around the sky, and submarines and underwater vessels under it. The armada dispatches three warships, destroyer-class looking vessels with hovering aircrafts and small submarines as escorts, towards the coast. As it lays anchors to deep enough waters, amphibious tanks and transports head for the beach to where the Arranids establishes an encampment. A banner is raised in front of the camp flying the Manticore banner, purposely setted up to attract somebody.

Covered under the dark, above the woody hills, the Obsidians silently observe. However, they were rather alarmed to see a big navy coming towards their lands.
There were no traces of any Obsidian troops or shadowspawns nearby the kebabs Arranids though. Rather, the Obsidians have Shadowmancers far behind in several outposts that scan the sector through darkness.

"A large navy has suddenly come! Our northwestern frontiers were not heavy enough, we must tell the higher up about this!" an Obsidian Shadowmancer said.
"Hmph..."

"Use the darkness to burn-- ohh wait, you need to be close to burn these heretics. Use the darkness to create some spawns and try to lure them away, while I'll proceed to report it!"
"Roger that!"

While the surronding areas around the Arranids' landing zone were still silent and calm...

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Continuation
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A larger ship docked away from the floating fortress, and heads for the coast in the newly established Frontier of the Aenids. It anchored in the middle of the three destroyer ships. Suddenly, the bow opened like a hatch, releasing this large mechanical yet advance walker that resembles the shape of an elephant equipped with two light-powered cannons on its sides. The trunk looked like a flexible cannon while the tusk are lighted in photon beams appeared to be for direct combat. Anti-air guns are posted above it and is large enough to reach the ground beneath the waters. The elephant walker walked towards land showing off its armored legs. As it reached the middle of the Frontier, it transformed into a command base (Construction Yard) with its weapons turning into defensive emplacements.

"Impressive army..." another Shadowmancer commented as he looked into the darkness there.
"We have never seen such powerful aliens since the last 300 years or so..." a Succubus commented, "What will await our beloved Dragonqueen and her great empire?"

An intimidating young man came out of the structure. With long ragged clothing heavily covering his body except the face. "So this are the eastern lands. Our long and great grandfathers have passed us the story of the devils, pagans, and savages fighting for this land, and it was not long before the barbarians to arrived at our seas and nearly driven us to collapse." Said the man.
"Young lord Duirian, you know the history of our people well. Remember the task given to us by his majesty." Another heavily clothed but older man, seem to be at his late thirty's, came beside him with a long staff with its head resembling a raven.
"Yes wise one Jaffar. We will first instigate our strength here, and decide whether we can overcome foes or make allies. Before we establish our full dominion."
"Surely young lord that all inhabitants here are pagans, they shall be dealt with swiftly in the name of our forefathers." The wise man replied.
"We shall see wise one." Finished Duirian, the Emirate of the expedition force.

More amphibious vehicles landed, forming a warband regiment ready to expand. The Emir rides along the stronger amphibious tank and moves out of the Frontier with the tank regiment composing of less than fifteen, exploring the lands and lighting their path with their photon lights.

"These kebabs are up for some giant conquest, it seems..." one of the other Shadowmancer commented.

The dark feminine voice of a succubus said, "We need to find a way to infiltrate their ranks, steal their goodies and break their stuffs. Everything for the Dragonqueen and her empire! We have to buff up ourselves and troll these kebabs!"

***A Moment Later***

A notably large horde of shadowhounds, kobolds, voidwalkers, shadowrock golems, wraiths and nether dragons was assembled not far away from the kebab Arranid landing zone. However, they were then scattered into four directions mostly from the northeastern and southeastern ways.

Then suddenly, two smaller hordes charged towards the kebabs Arranids from the northwest and the northeast. The shadowhounds would bounce and dodge most attacks with ease thanks to their great agility, while also being able to deliver many bites and blows too. Some shadowhounds would try to drain the mana essence of certain people with strong magikal presence as well. Some voidwalkers and wraiths would directly go to the front and fight, while others remained behind throwing spells at the Arranids, Shadowrock golems would just proudly showing off their muscles while smashing the Arranids. And nether dragons would breathe cones of shadow flames towards the Arranid aliens. The kobolds were moderately armored and also hold rifles with bayonets too.

Due to the darkness, the shadowspawns could withstand more punishments, fight more effectively with more vagor and also regenerate faster.

After at least half an hour of fighting, two other smaller hordes would approach from the south and the southeast.

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@Daffa the Mage

"We'll go with the larger quantities of silver then, how many mountains of silver?"
Ahanne notices something was off in her mind, but decide to let it slide for now. In a slight moment, she gaze to a direction before talking to Deowrig again.
"If it's not more than two dozen of mountains, the empire can agree with that."

"It seems we are fine for now."

Deowrig was wondering what was Ahanne thinking, after she gazed away for awhile.

"Perfect. 20 mountains of silver, then." Deowrig said. "Also, we request you to have only one landing spot, which is this very camp we're at right now."

"Wait. If you break the contract, we have the right to incur additional fines or even chase you away from our world."
"Very well. I guess we have settled for now. Our forces will remain stationed here to watch over your operations. Till we meet again, Ahanne."

Deowrig then left the camp, but some Obsidians have entered the Phantom camp. Several outposts were quickly risen around the hills and mountains too.

===============

@Zombie

Wadolf dodged the hit and jumped into a wheelborrow, moving below the bridge.

"Haha! Eat dicks, you shitheads!" He shouted.

Sadly, his flaming Zweihändler lit the wheelborrow on fire underneath him. He died in the devastating inferno that quickly consumed him.

Mererinda bursted out evil laughter after seeing Wadolf burning himself under the whellborrow. She blew a gust of wind toward the wheelbarrow. It did nothing in the first few seconds, but suddenly the fire was extinguished.

"Very well!"

"Rhelsha, bring this guy over to my place. I will deal with him later,"
"Yes, milady!"

Rhelsha then faced her right palm to the dead Wadolf. A tentacle of darkness emerged from her palm, which then reached Wadolf's corpse and pull him over. When Wadolf was close enough, he was left hanging above the land by the shadows. Rhelsha and some of the Obsidians then went away with a dead Wadolf hovering mid-air.

 

[Leo Akastenix]

@Zombie
@Directive255

All the Shadowridge observed it. The warlock proceeded to faceplamed himself.
“Anyways.. with that idiot out of the way.... let us continue our talk.. where we’re we?.. oh yes, drinks.” He continued
He signaled a guardsmen who quickly brought up a bottle and a glass of grape wine and set it up for the captain.
“Now tell me.. how did you know Pherith? Do your kaiser have any connection with Deroc of Pherith? We have not heard from them in a long while...” He said.

A separate envoy however was being sent via a Valkyrie airship with the Shadowridge symbols to the Capital Of Obsidians.

A battleion Of guardsmen, several sergeants, 2 felguards and a warlock would step out.
“Our envoy had some... disturbance.. so the command sent us instead..” the warlock said.
“Where can we set up our embassy?”

 

[Daffa]

Deowrig was wondering what was Ahanne thinking, after she gazed away for awhile.

"Perfect. 20 mountains of silver, then." Deowrig said. "Also, we request you to have only one landing spot, which is this very camp we're at right now."

"Wait. If you break the contract, we have the right to incur additional fines or even chase you away from our world."
"Very well. I guess we have settled for now. Our forces will remain stationed here to watch over your operations. Till we meet again, Ahanne."

Deowrig then left the camp, but some Obsidians have entered the Phantom camp. Several outposts were quickly risen around the hills and mountains too.

"Certainly."

After Deowrig left the camp, Ahanne walks to the position she was looking for a brief moment before.
"Affadro-san, I know you're there," she said and there was crack in front of her as her hands touches mid-air.
"Binding Art 95 : Mirror Break," she said and the crack shatters, revealing a person with white wearing. The person, smiled at Ahanne breaking his illusion.

"I know you're there since the very moment that person (Deowrig) arrives for the first time. It's just that you put better illusions than usual I have a hard time figuring where you are," Ahanne speaks to that person.
"Ah, then I assume you know what I will tell you then?" the other person asks Ahanne, which the latter nods.
"Good. Then I would just get to the point. Haltwatch has given me orders to hunt down a certain target, which apparently, connected to the one you just negotiated with," the other person explains.
"Whom this person might be, right hand?" Ahanne asks the other person. The person smiles.
"Too many eyes watching and too many ears listening," the other person replies. Ahanne nods in understanding of whom the other person is talking about.

"I entrust that you keep the part of the bargain until the time comes. The Emperor has some plans to keep things in line," the other person speaks and then he disappears.
"You're always sneaky, Emperor's right hand. Using Thread of Invisibis and other techniques to keep your trace empty," Ahanne whispers.

***

As they are finished with the rest, Azketh and the party leaves the spot they was and continues toward the camp. Azketh knows he's not suppose to return to the camp, but he has some strange suspicion something is going on.

 

[Edge45]

@Directive255

A notably large horde of shadowhounds, kobolds, voidwalkers, shadowrock golems, wraiths and nether dragons was assembled not far away from the kebab Arranid landing zone. However, they were then scattered into four directions mostly from the northeastern and southeastern ways.

"Aeda!" A scout shouted and warned the regiment of tanks.
The Arranids observed the beast horde, they seem to be quite organized, meaning they're definitely being led by somebody. This Duirian thought of. "Demonic beasts. and they move fast." Duirian said.
"Battle stations! A defensive circle now! Our enemies are trying to welcome us, let's give them a proper Aenid greetings! Lalanstar!"
The tanks gathered and formed a circle with two layers and adjusted spacings. The tanks in the second layer raised their cannons and the Arranid infantry who are mounted above the tanks prepared themselves with their half-gun-half-spear weapons.
"Contact the Frontier." Said Jaffar. A communications operator then sends messages via radio to the forward base at the coast - "وارباند إلى الحدود، أعداء واردة في موقفنا. رفع التنبيه في فرونتيه، وتأمين وتعزيز المواقع الدفاعية، ومشاهدة لتسلل العدو. ونحن نعتقد أعداء تستخدم الظلام، تضيء مولدات الفوتون"
("Warband to Frontier, enemies incoming into our position. Raise alarm at Frontier, secure and strengthen defensive positions. We believe enemies are using the dark as cover, light up the Photon Generators.")

Then suddenly, two smaller hordes charged towards the kebabs Arranids from the northwest and the northeast. The shadowhounds would bounce and dodge most attacks with ease thanks to their great agility, while also being able to deliver many bites and blows too. Some shadowhounds would try to drain the mana essence of certain people with strong magikal presence as well. Some voidwalkers and wraiths would directly go to the front and fight, while others remained behind throwing spells at the Arranids, Shadowrock golems would just proudly showing off their muscles while smashing the Arranids. And nether dragons would breathe cones of shadow flames towards the Arranid aliens. The kobolds were moderately armored and also hold rifles with bayonets too.

"Here they come! Fire!"
Released from the cannons of the tanks and the guns of the Arranid infantry came bright and burning photon beams capable of vaporizing flesh and melt metals. The presence of magic was weak within the Arranids, they do not appear to be capable of using magic save for a few. However, they are skilled in combat and are also agile, if ever the creatures came close to them, they would switch from their photon guns to their photon spears that can as well tear through skin and armor. The first layer of the tank encirclement acted as vanguards with most of the infantry there to support the vehicles if the creatures get too close. While the second layer would act as a more support artillery that shoots at incoming beasts who are closing to the vanguard, they would also counter the indirect attacking creatures.

Yet the beasts' numbers are greater, some soldiers are killed and some tanks are taken down by the dark golems, cracking the encirclement. "The beasts are pouring in on us. I sense they use the shadows to their advantage, we must act quick, as our information gotten from the barbarians, let's make use of the generators." Said Jaffar.
"Very well wise one. Brothers! Generators on and increase photon energy output!"
The tanks became brighter, paired along with other tanks, it brightened the area like daylight. The infantry wears their masks to cover their eyes and face from exposure. The bright light coming from the tanks caused the photon energies to shine brighter as well. "First layer, break formation but guard the second layer!"
The first layer of tanks moved, faster than they used to, and even rammed some beasts along the way. They moved around protecting the second layer while shooting at the enemy. The infantry on the other hand, those that are not mounted on their tanks withdraws towards the second layer. The tanks in the second encirclement remained at their task for support fire.

After at least half an hour of fighting, two other smaller hordes would approach from the south and the southeast.

As more enemy pours in, the tank group turned steadily desperate as their bright light is losing its radiance.
"الاتصال سفينة حربية مورغانا، نحن بحاجة إلى دعم المدفعية، أعداد العدو تتدفق. وأكرر أننا بحاجة إلى دعم المدفعية." ("Contact Warship Morgana, **radio break**, enemy numbers are pouring. I repeat, **radio break**.") One of the tank commanders said.
"روجر أن وارباند، وتحديد مواقع التوقيع إطلاق النار فوتون ابل، خطر وثيق". ("Roger that Warband, pinpointing signature locations. *radio break**, danger close.")

"We've almost done our job, make ready to regroup!"

----
While at the Frontier and the four ships near it. The radiance of light there is powerful, it was like one giant lightbulb. And more light came out and heads for the sky at amazing speed.

 

[Cherrymage]

@Leo Akastenix

The Captain thanked the guardsman and then took a sip of the grape wine.

“Now tell me.. how did you know Pherith? Do your kaiser have any connection with Deroc of Pherith? We have not heard from them in a long while...” He said.

"Oh, Pherith?" the Captain responded, "Well, our homeworld -- Terra -- already had contacts with the world of Vestroya since a few hundred years ago. I don't recall the exact date, but the first contact with Vestroya happened within the last seven hundred years if I recall."

He took another sip of the grape wine and continued, "Afterwards, interactions between these two worlds become increasingly frequent, and we began to exchange messages and pay visits as well."

"We were even allies for quite a lot of times too. But sometimes we were enemies too. But at the end we become good friends."

"Also it turns out that this Deroc of Pherith used to be the legendary Deroc Tschan Kok-yew around nine hundred years ago on Earth. And well, the current Whampoa Kaiser has a distant connection with Deroc as distant relatives, because you know, they descended from the same family, the House of Tschan-Lenggong."

"Well, to tell you, we are also wondering where has Deroc gone as well. We were helping the Pherithians look for Deroc until the last years of the recent Fourth Great War in Terra, where we almost lost and were forced to retreat to this strange new world."

***

----- Haklungsheng, Empire of Hakyiu -----

A separate envoy however was being sent via a Valkyrie airship with the Shadowridge symbols to the Capital Of Obsidians.

A battleion Of guardsmen, several sergeants, 2 felguards and a warlock would step out.
“Our envoy had some... disturbance.. so the command sent us instead..” the warlock said.
“Where can we set up our embassy?”

The Shadowridges would then be greeted by several Guardsmen, several Rocketsmen, 3 Vanguards and 2 Shadowmancers.

"Ohh, come with us. We have an empty plot of land somewhere here in the suitable place, follow us please,"

The Obsidians would then lead the Shadowridges into an empty plot of medium-sized land in the capital, that is neither too far away or too close to the Dragonqueen's Citadel.

"Is this land good enough for your needs?"

===============

@Daffa the Mage

"Certainly."

After Deowrig left the camp, Ahanne walks to the position she was looking for a brief moment before.
"Affadro-san, I know you're there," she said and there was crack in front of her as her hands touches mid-air.
"Binding Art 95 : Mirror Break," she said and the crack shatters, revealing a person with white wearing. The person, smiled at Ahanne breaking his illusion.

"I know you're there since the very moment that person (Deowrig) arrives for the first time. It's just that you put better illusions than usual I have a hard time figuring where you are," Ahanne speaks to that person.
"Ah, then I assume you know what I will tell you then?" the other person asks Ahanne, which the latter nods.
"Good. Then I would just get to the point. Haltwatch has given me orders to hunt down a certain target, which apparently, connected to the one you just negotiated with," the other person explains.
"Whom this person might be, right hand?" Ahanne asks the other person. The person smiles.
"Too many eyes watching and too many ears listening," the other person replies. Ahanne nods in understanding of whom the other person is talking about.

"I entrust that you keep the part of the bargain until the time comes. The Emperor has some plans to keep things in line," the other person speaks and then he disappears.
"You're always sneaky, Emperor's right hand. Using Thread of Invisibis and other techniques to keep your trace empty," Ahanne whispers.

The Obsidians somehow managed to intercept most of the talking here, and took notes silently. They were somehow alarmed by their fishy talks, and also fascinated by the trickeries shown by Ahanne. They silently reported what they have seen and heard to Deowrig and Yuet-yin shortly afterwards.

===============

@Edge45

"Contact the Frontier." Said Jaffar. A communications operator then sends messages via radio to the forward base at the coast - "وارباند إلى الحدود، أعداء واردة في موقفنا. رفع التنبيه في فرونتيه، وتأمين وتعزيز المواقع الدفاعية، ومشاهدة لتسلل العدو. ونحن نعتقد أعداء تستخدم الظلام، تضيء مولدات الفوتون"
("Warband to Frontier, enemies incoming into our position. Raise alarm at Frontier, secure and strengthen defensive positions. We believe enemies are using the dark as cover, light up the Photon Generators.")

The Obsidians managed to intercept the radio waves through hidden sensors not far away, however they failed to understand a single thing spoken because they don't know any Arabic.

"They are speaking in some kebab tongue..." a Shadowmancer remarked.
「那麼，我們還是說漢語好了。」 ("Then we should probably speak in Mandarin.")

"The beasts are pouring in on us. I sense they use the shadows to their advantage, we must act quick, as our information gotten from the barbarians, let's make use of the generators." Said Jaffar.
"Very well wise one. Brothers! Generators on and increase photon energy output!"

「糟糕！他們正想用亮光來對付我們的動物！」 ("Oops! They're trying to use bright light against our creatures!") a Shadowmancer exclaimed in panic back in his outpost.

But the Obsidians remained calm and try to see what they could do.

*tanks grew brighter, even more so when paired with each other*
*defense formation*

As more enemy pours in, the tank group turned steadily desperate as their bright light is losing its radiance.
"الاتصال سفينة حربية مورغانا، نحن بحاجة إلى دعم المدفعية، أعداد العدو تتدفق. وأكرر أننا بحاجة إلى دعم المدفعية." ("Contact Warship Morgana, **radio break**, enemy numbers are pouring. I repeat, **radio break**.") One of the tank commanders said.
"روجر أن وارباند، وتحديد مواقع التوقيع إطلاق النار فوتون ابل، خطر وثيق". ("Roger that Warband, pinpointing signature locations. *radio break**, danger close.")

While the Obsidians mostly were overjoyed as they saw the Arranids falling apart, but they knew the enemies might have their trickeries too.

And so some of the Nether Dragons mysteriously flew away from the battlefield, and to the skies behind the coast trying to look for anything. While the other beasts and creatures that remained continued to fight with the Arranids.

The Kobolds then played a notable role here. Some of these agile Kobolds skillfully hopped around and delivered many blows and blasts from above and below, while some of the Kobolds sneaked behind trying to get into the Arranid buildings. Some Voidwalkers and Voidwalkers silently moved away from the battle and went sneaking their way into installations too.

"We've almost done our job, make ready to regroup!"

----
While at the Frontier and the four ships near it. The radiance of light there is powerful, it was like one giant lightbulb. And more light came out and heads for the sky at amazing speed.

「幹！真的給我們猜中了！」 ("Fuck! We guessed it right!")

Suddenly, a quarter of the hordes withdrew from the battle and backed off hiding somewhere else in the inner dark wilderness.
But three quarter of the hordes remained to fight to the end, though they will be smart and dodge any warheads on their way. They would also tend to avoid bright areas too.

 

[bear_369]

A moment later, five groups of spikes were moving towards the Soviets in three different directions. Upon closer look, they were five battalions of well-armored, muscular warriors wearing spiked helmets outfitted with a microphone and goggles -- the Pickelhauben. These warriors were holding fancy rifles with glowing orange bayonets, and were marching towards the Soviets.

The soviets noticed them but unsure who they are. Multiple soldiers began looking at it through the window, with a curious face.

"What are they?", one of the soldiers asked?

"How the bloody hell do I know?", Roswell responded and later sighed, "Guess I'll have to make this boring dip-"

Out of nowhere, the mysterious forces began attacking. Multiple light trucks successfully dodged the attack but one of them got hit and destroyed, shocking the soldiers as they're preparing as fast as possible.

"M-Ma'am! We've lost the 19th recon division.", the reporter sweatdropped, "I repeat, we've lost the 19th recon division!"

"Then send our report back in the base, goddamnit!", Roswell aggressively responded.

Rosswell jumped out of the truck and began attacking against the Pickelhauben. One of them got shot by Roswell's bullet right into the head and lied down dead then the other one got kicked in the ass by her... Literally..

"It's that what you got, you bloody wankers?", she intimidates towards her prey.

Later, the soldiers got off from the truck and began firing back. They used a 28th century rifles against their enemies, fighting with no fear.

However, this is no kind of weapon that most space-faring empires has. Their weapon is purely made from Stalinium, one of the most strongest metal that only the Great Soviets can have! Every shot towards the Pickelhaubens by the soldiers' gun is already fatally dangerous. Multiple of them got shot down immediately, already dead.

"For the Great Soviets!", they cried as they began charging towards their enemy with their fiery-heat bayonet.

=-=-=- Obsidians' Arrival -=-=-=

Roswell, for the first time, sweatdropped over this situation but also find it strange as the Obsidians began attacking the Whampoans. Maybe they are their enemy? Going back from action, she said to herself:

"Where's the goddamn backup?"

****


Back in the base, building being submerged in flames, workers running away from the assault, and guards began attacking the tentacles and others with the assistance of a military-level security drones. The generals were scared as the strange yet deadly forces ravaged the base.

"Not only we're struggling defending our base but also Lt. Roswell and her man were being attacked on both sides!", one of the generals said.

"We cannot let them won the offensive strike on both sides.", Jharka calmly responded, "Send our Mechanized Infantries Divisions and Panzerfaust Divisions into the area. We also need them to assist her men."

One of the generals began calling for reinforcement back in their world and their order was received. Near-numberless amount of Militart Combat Bots were pouring from the portal and immediately engaged in battle. And fearfully, a convoy of T-34s also arrived into the battlefield, blitzkrieging their way to the enemies.

These are not the same tank back in the Second World War however, they were the 28th century version thanks to the salvaged technologies and their improvement of it. Numberless bots were firing against the Obsidians, ripping them to pieces, as the T-34s firing with their cannon towards the tentacles and the infantries, killing them through its shrapnel.

This battle continued as the Great Soviets played their national anthem in great moral boost for their defensive attack.

OOC: Writing this on phone.

 

[Leo Akastenix]

@Directive255

"Oh, Pherith?" the Captain responded, "Well, our homeworld -- Terra -- already had contacts with the world of Vestroya since a few hundred years ago. I don't recall the exact date, but the first contact with Vestroya happened within the last seven hundred years if I recall."

He took another sip of the grape wine and continued, "Afterwards, interactions between these two worlds become increasingly frequent, and we began to exchange messages and pay visits as well."

"We were even allies for quite a lot of times too. But sometimes we were enemies too. But at the end we become good friends."

"Also it turns out that this Deroc of Pherith used to be the legendary Deroc Tschan Kok-yew around nine hundred years ago on Earth. And well, the current Whampoa Kaiser has a distant connection with Deroc as distant relatives, because you know, they descended from the same family, the House of Tschan-Lenggong."

"Well, to tell you, we are also wondering where has Deroc gone as well. We were helping the Pherithians look for Deroc until the last years of the recent Fourth Great War in Terra, where we almost lost and were forced to retreat to this strange new world."

The warlock nodded.
"I see., i have lived for a millenia and havent been able to contact Pherith for half of my life.." he continued.
He then took out a couple of papers.
"Anyways... We are not planning to fight unless provoked. So we are willing to sign the Shadowridge-Whampoa Non-Aggresion pact. We are always looking for trade partners, so we would gladly establish trade. We also request to set up an Embassy in your lands.." he said and awaited response.

The enovoy thanked the Obsidians. The Warlock signaled the Valkyrie dropship and it flew to the plot and dropped a large item and several mecha-servitors. Those servitors proceeded to unpack and construct a embassy within minutes, complete with fencing, housing for diplomats, guards and a communications relay.

 

[Cherrymage]

@bear_369

Rosswell jumped out of the truck and began attacking against the Pickelhauben. One of them got shot by Roswell's bullet right into the head and lied down dead then the other one got kicked in the ass by her... Literally..

"It's that what you got, you bloody wankers?", she intimidates towards her prey.

"Ja und?" a Whampoan rifleman, moderately armored in futuristic suits, replied quickly and then behind her fired beams of laser at her.

A heavily armored futuristic heavy trooper, with a futuristic Pickelhaube complete with goggles and mic, rose his right arm. As he did so, a sphere of magikal energy formed around him, shielding him from most attacks. The shield could withstand about six of Roswell's bullets.

He then faced both his palms to her. Then suddenly, two waves of bombarding purple energy explosions rippled out from his palms, heading towards her rapidly while leaving only big bright purple flames on its wake. A battlemage.

The battlemage later pulled out a futuristic rifle with a big glowing purple crystal on the tip. Then the battlemage fired rays of blazing laser beams at her and other enemies. Every beam that hits a target, will then also be refracted as lesser beams hitting surrounding targets and the ground.

Later, the soldiers got off from the truck and began firing back. They used a 28th century rifles against their enemies, fighting with no fear.

However, this is no kind of weapon that most space-faring empires has. Their weapon is purely made from Stalinium, one of the most strongest metal that only the Great Soviets can have! Every shot towards the Pickelhaubens by the soldiers' gun is already fatally dangerous. Multiple of them got shot down immediately, already dead.

"For the Great Soviets!", they cried as they began charging towards their enemy with their fiery-heat bayonet.

The normal Whampoans dodged the Stalinium bullets with some success, and then returned fire with mithril bullets, small energyball bullets and also laser beams.

More Battlemages arrived and bombarded the Soviets with rains of powerful energyballs and flames, turning most of the outpost into a living hell of purple flames difficult to extinguish. The Battlemages are also shielded with energy shields too. Then some Battlemages took their staff-rifles and begun firing blazing laser beams.

While some others lifted their glowing hands up as they chant. As these Battlemages chanted and rose their arms, several Soviet troops and vehicles suddenly find themselves lifted mid-air. Then these Soviets were thrown far away with powerful kinetic forces.

Alas, some of the Whampoans still laid dead despite their best efforts.

===== Obsidian Arrival =====

One of the generals began calling for reinforcement back in their world and their order was received. Near-numberless amount of Militart Combat Bots were pouring from the portal and immediately engaged in battle.

"Ahh, dummy robots! How nice!" a dark feminine voice taunted.

"Geomancers! Ready your tricks!"
And then some average-sized glowing golems emerged from the rocky soils besides. Then they stomped the ground, forming a sturdy wall of rocks and magmas protecting them.

And fearfully, a convoy of T-34s also arrived into the battlefield, blitzkrieging their way to the enemies.

These are not the same tank back in the Second World War however, they were the 28th century version thanks to the salvaged technologies and their improvement of it. Numberless bots were firing against the Obsidians, ripping them to pieces, as the T-34s firing with their cannon towards the tentacles and the infantries, killing them through its shrapnel.

This battle continued as the Great Soviets played their national anthem in great moral boost for their defensive attack.

The Geomancer golems slammed the ground, shooting spiked tendrils out in straight lines, hitting quite a number of T-34s and hurling them away into the air. Some T-34s crashed onto Soviet buildings while others crashed onto hard mountains and some even landed into swamps in the wild complete with monsters and tentacles!

The Geomancers would quickly submerge udnerground if heavy attacks are on their way.

Then, three hordes of black obsidian dragons and shadowy nether dragons approached in three different directions, on right in front of the Soviets, and two from the rear of the Soviets, one east and one west. Five giant Obsidian-Granite Golems rose out from the earth out of nowhere too.

These big golems then showered the Soviets with rains of rocks blazing in shadowy flames, the impact enough to smash a few tanks and cause a big flammable explosion.

"Buffs? We have buffs too."
Several hovering Obsidian Statues together with hordes of newly arrived evolved triads and shadowspawns have arrived. The Obsidian Statues channeled dark essences into the battlefield, reinvigorating the Obsidians with more powers, while quickly firing bolts of shadowy flames at the Soviets toasting them in tormet.

===============

@Leo Akastenix

The warlock nodded.
"I see., i have lived for a millenia and havent been able to contact Pherith for half of my life.." he continued.

"Ohh, interesting I guess..." the Captain replied.

He then took out a couple of papers.
"Anyways... We are not planning to fight unless provoked. So we are willing to sign the Shadowridge-Whampoa Non-Aggresion pact. We are always looking for trade partners, so we would gladly establish trade. We also request to set up an Embassy in your lands.." he said and awaited response.

"Sure, no problem. We're also eager to trade with you too." the Captain answered. "We'll relay your requests back to the higher ups before we can do anything though."

 

[Daffa]

OOC : Damn, my last post went cut due to database crash yesterday.

I deleted that and retyped all these from a backup.

=====
IC :
"I wonder when the scout party returns," Ahanne whispers as she walked out of the camp. She calls out most of her forces as well.

"Alright, as most of you already know, Azketh's scout has been missing for 18 hours and there have been no communication. I will personally look after them. I entrust all of you to keep guarding this area until I return," Ahanne makes her word before her forces.
"But captain, you leave us with these-"
"They are allies now. As long as you don't point your weapon to them, things will go fine. I expect you all to cooperate well, and I expect none of you leave this area until I return."
"Yes captain!"

Ahanne then roams to the outside, looking for Azketh's forces.

***

"We should be near the camp by now," Azketh begins a talk and they see most of the Empire's forces surrounding the camp from a good distance away.
"Guess it's not that simple for a research mission," Azketh murmurs. He then notices Ahanne coming his way, without getting any intervention. Azketh and his force, still under Invisibis effect, watches as Ahanne approaches them.

As Ahanne is in front of them, she smiles to Azketh. Azketh, understanding his captain's hint, dispels the Invisibis, revealing himself slowly from the darkness as his body reforms to most eye.
"I knew you would return, Azketh-chan. I see that everyone's all well," Ahanne speaks calmly, "reports."

"We found an outpost nearby, but from what we see, there was some unusually high activity. In addition, there's nothing much for edible foods here. The nature also forces us to constantly use Red Cannon or other Battle Arts to keep area in sight for most of time, or a campfire as alternative."

(I should've put it here : Azketh uses Red Cannon in small size (like a lamp) constantly during the journey hence why they can see the directions, most of the time ; except when they stop where Azketh was unconscious, that was one of the finest men doing it)

"I see. Then we will need proficient Battle Art users to be able to explore most of the area."
"Indeed, captain."
"Alright, return to the camp now. We have much to do."

The party returns to the camp.

***

At the camp, Ahanne orders her troops to gather. Ahanne also invites some of the Empire's forces that guards their area to gather with them as Ahanne orders her troops to prepare a small magic performance. Considering her troops morale, she needs them to get some joys in between their fears.

"Azketh, I expect you to show some of the more interesting one. I will have several Shattering Void placed near the show to avoid getting anyone injured."
"I assume we are suppose to focus on the research his majesty commands?"
"Not with the kind of morale the army is at. It's not good to go researching without some spirit."
"I understand."

***

Meanwhile, someone is heading to the northern area. He covers himself with Thread of Invisibis as he walks on, hoping to find something that he seeks about.

 

[Leo Akastenix]

@Directive255

“Of course, we are not in a hurry” the warlock continued.


(back at the completed embassy)
“The High Command has requested an Obsidian-Shadowridge Non-Aggression pact and a trade treaty” the envoys continued.
“Perhaps we could meet your queen, we have something that might spark her interest for trade”

 

[TheLordOfChaos201]

The Lord Of Chaos was a lonely immortal. all throughout time the eternal spirit had existed and watched as creation grew and learned under the guardianship of chaos. though The Lord Of Chaos's power reined supreme, the eternal spirit sometimes wondered what it would be like to be mortal.

that your every action and every day meant a measurable bit more, because your life is not eternal and someday you would soon die. without the resilience of time to judge your actions or forget your deeds, how would you impact on the world? would you be known, would you matter, in all that you do would you find pain or joy?

deliberating this eternal conflict the Immortal Lord Of Chaos was not about to give up immortal but decided that yes mortality might be worth trying out.

 

[bear_369]

OOC: First battle between factions, owned by different RPers, ever initiated in the RP?

@Directive255

"Ahh, dummy robots! How nice!" a dark feminine voice taunted.

"Geomancers! Ready your tricks!"
And then some average-sized glowing golems emerged from the rocky soils besides. Then they stomped the ground, forming a sturdy wall of rocks and magmas protecting them.

Unknown to them, these robots were capable to moving through such complex environment. They managed to past through the barrier thanks to their aerodynamic system and began firing at them, charging with their bayonet on in such a fast speed. Multiple of them managed to stab their foes dead. Aerial drones also emerged from the battle, attacking against both ground and aerial forces. Their small sizes yet fast speed, combining with deadly laser weaponry, can be such a deadly predator. They managed to kill numberous forces with their combined numbers.

"Sir, our forces wouldn't able to hold back against the nazi-looking scums if we're keep going to assist the recon divisions..", one of the generals spoke.

"But it would take multiple months to recover our recon divisions!", another general argued.

"He's not wrong..", Jharka admitted, shocking his generals, "We have to use our forces to defend our colony for now. We don't have enough men to defend both sides."

"B-But sir!?", the general exclaimed, "How about Lt. Roswell? She's one of the well-performed agents in our military, we can't just abandon her like that!"

"We have no choice, my comrade.. We've also suffered multiple losses here.", Jharka responded, "After all, her combat skills seems enough for her to survive in this wilderness."

The generals began whispering to each other whether they agreed on leave Lt. Roswell on her own. She's one of the best agents in the Soviet military during the past events. They reached to their conclusion as they responded:

"Very well..", one of the general finally agreed, "Once this assault is over, we'll send a few divisions to find them."

***

"WHAT?!", Roswell shouted, "What do you mean you can't send backup over here?!"

"I apologize for such coward action..", the reporter responded calmly, "But order's an order from the higher-ups. The generals must have their divisions within the base due to being overrun by mysterious forces."

"BULLSHIT!", Roswell cursed, "Ya better send backup right here, right now or els-"

Before she finished her words, the reporter just immediately cut her off from radio. Realizing this, she gone barbaric as she's kept attacking the nazi scums without being tired.

"You call that fighting, you fucks? This is fighting!", she said, high-kick right into the beast's face. She continously beating up the poor foe into pulps and began firing through her assault rifle.

 

[Edge45]

@Directive255

And so some of the Nether Dragons mysteriously flew away from the battlefield, and to the skies behind the coast trying to look for anything. While the other beasts and creatures that remained continued to fight with the Arranids.

It seems the area here is even more brighter. These flying creatures then would find themselves suddenly fired by high-speed photon beams coming from the anti-air of the ships of the main Armada and from the Floating Fortress. If the dragons weren't annihilated, the photon attacks would stop and Arranid aircrafts would engage these beasts with their photon guns. The aircrafts (resembling an F-15) are super fast and maneuverable, capable of evading attacks at the same time intercept not to close nor far for their photons to reach their targets.

"أكد العدو في خطوطنا، المحمولة جوا. النار في الإرادة." ("Confirmed enemy in our lines, airborne break formation and fire at will.")

The dragons if some survived and escaped, would see one of the ships anchored near the coast to fire several photon beams providing artillery support to someplace.

The Kobolds then played a notable role here. Some of these agile Kobolds skillfully hopped around and delivered many blows and blasts from above and below, while some of the Kobolds sneaked behind trying to get into the Arranid buildings. Some Voidwalkers and Voidwalkers silently moved away from the battle and went sneaking their way into installations too.

Problem is, the kobolds easily got detected and was fired by photon guns coming from established defensive emplacements and Arranid hunting scouts if they resurface from the outside or even before they even reach the Frontier. If some manages to get by inside the structures, guards are already waiting for them and shoots them before they would or can act.
And something was awaiting for the ghastly creatures, something familiar. The Arranid guardsmen switches from their photon weapons into this blue-light weapons, replacing the photon light. If the ghosts were hit by these, they will be hit like they are physically formed.
The area was bright, but could there be more than it just being bright?

"على الرغم من أنني أكره أسلحة البرابرة، فهم يعرفون كيفية محاربة هذه الوحوش أفضل منا." ("Although I hate the barbarians' weapons, they know how to fight these beasts better than us.") Said one of the soldiers.

Suddenly, a quarter of the hordes withdrew from the battle and backed off hiding somewhere else in the inner dark wilderness.
But three quarter of the hordes remained to fight to the end, though they will be smart and dodge any warheads on their way. They would also tend to avoid bright areas too.

While at the battlescene of the Warband tank regiment. Photon beams rained from the sky, not a little far from the tank encirclement. As the photon lands, it blew in a ferocious vaporizing light, creating a light-show as it falls.
When the beasts' numbers are reduced, either from withdrawal or annihilation, the tank eventually regroups. The encirclement breaks, and the tanks proceeded into a column formation with the foot-soldiers mounted on atop them.

"سحب، جميع الوحدات، ونحن تراجع!" ("Withdraw, all units, we retreat!") - "عكس الموضوع على. تم تنشيط العدسات الخلفية. استراحة." (Thread reverse on. Rear-lenses activated. Break.) - "المجد في الموت" (Withdraw! Glory in Death to all fallen warriors!)

Then the tank group retreats. They moved in reverse, but they were much faster than they were able to move forward. They proceeded to a hit-and-run tactics if the beasts chases after them. They then heads back for the Frontier while supported by photon artillery strikes.
The injured Arranids that were left behind... suddenly explodes in a similar light-show to how the photon artillery beams rained upon a little farther away. "إلى أبينا هو أعظم" These men shouted if they can before their Glorious Discharge.

 

[TheLordOfChaos201]

...and so The Lord Of Chaos developed a slot machine to make the choice of sentient host and body. being the eternal spirit of random selection simply picking who The Lord Of Chaos would become would be predictable and boring.

the slot machine landed on double diamonds and a magic pixie dust.

'A wealthy wizard, not a bad first beginning at mortality' the eternal spirit of harmony proclaimed as the other spirits laughed in good honour.

isolating the two diamonds The Lord Of Chaos pulled the lever again. the diamonds changed into a leaf and a cane.

'an old druid... a sensible choice I suppose. the hermits life for an immortal starting out as a thing of fleeting beauty' the stern spirit of order philosophically proclaimed

once again the eternal spirit of chaos isolated a segment, this time the leaf. round and round the spin wheel of fate spung. till finally it landed on a broken wand.

now the spirit of indecision found it time to raise a meek voice 'You wouldn't purposely choose a poor spell smith to be your vessel of choice? '

at this the Lord Of Chaos merely laughed long and hard before finally submitting a offering of condescending, 'now don't believe I'll leave you each without a gift. an age of predictability will not follow in my absence, instead I've used the remainder of my immortal power to keep you all in check' the spirits all grumbled that the rein of chaos would continue even without the eternal spirit present to enforce it. resuming The Lord Of Chaos explained with great delight, 'For you Order my natural rival, I have charmed a dragons tooth with the power of future sight. how better to prevent order then to introduce foresight so that mortals might do all they can to prevent the future you have planned for them.'

'Harmony, though I have no qualms against you, your powers do circumvent my own. Therefore I have place a spell of sickness on this world to challenge your might. May discord sow Chaos throughout your spells of Harmony just as Discord sows conflict and despair among the mortals.'

'Pride and indecision, you both neither oppress my power nor challenge my might. However do not thing I will make your role any easier than the others spirits. Pride I offer all your mortals Godly ambition, so that they might never reach their goals and never truly feel fulfilled in all they strive for. Indecision I grant your mortals singular choices so that they might find it easier to decide what you have dispelled with self doubt.

'To the seven other eternal spirits, let my gifts be mysteries to dissolve over time'

Then once again The Lord Of Chaos Laughed loudly as his immortal spirit twisted and spun into the void that was morality "Hahahaha MWHAHAHAHAaAaAaAaaaaa!!!!!!!!!"

*Enter Player One*
*Statues: Novice*
*Race: Wild-man human*
*Gender: Female*
*Role: Witch*
*Birthright: None*
*Level: -4*
*Intelligence: 11*
*Dexterity: 2*
*Strength: 1*

"Well daughter, your Father and I have had enough of you and since you are six we believe you are old enough to survive on your own... or whatever we don't really care. You certainly are the weirdest child ever blessed to be born"


"Oooh That is a relief..."

 

[Cherrymage]

@Leo Akastenix

“Of course, we are not in a hurry” the warlock continued.

The Captain then ordered one of the veterans to go further away and use his radio to talk with the higher ups.

Eventually, a reply was transmitted back through many layers of command.

"Well, we have agreed to enter a non-aggression pact with you, but as for trade, we think we need to talk about the details."

=====

(back at the completed embassy)
“The High Command has requested an Obsidian-Shadowridge Non-Aggression pact and a trade treaty” the envoys continued.
“Perhaps we could meet your queen, we have something that might spark her interest for trade”

"Wait, I thought we're going to be in an alliance?" Mererinda asked, "But yep, we can go with a Non-Aggression pact and a trade agreement firstly."
"Ohh, right, I am going to visit the Dragonqueen soon. Come with me,"

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@Daffa the Mage

*some talking about Battle Arts and other planning details*

The Obsidians took notes again. They were quite fascinated by the trickeries which the Phantoms called as Battle Arts.

At the camp, Ahanne orders her troops to gather. Ahanne also invites some of the Empire's forces that guards their area to gather with them as Ahanne orders her troops to prepare a small magic performance. Considering her troops morale, she needs them to get some joys in between their fears.

"Azketh, I expect you to show some of the more interesting one. I will have several Shattering Void placed near the show to avoid getting anyone injured."
"I assume we are suppose to focus on the research his majesty commands?"
"Not with the kind of morale the army is at. It's not good to go researching without some spirit."
"I understand."

Some of the Obsidian troops gathered to watch the show as well. But then some of them have heard the term "Shattering Void" spoken by Ahanne and got fascinated.

One of them asked Ahanne, "What is a Shattering Void if I may ask, lady? Is this some sort of shielding, I suppose?"

===============

@Daffa the Mage

Meanwhile, someone is heading to the northern area. He covers himself with Thread of Invisibis as he walks on, hoping to find something that he seeks about.

The Obsidians cannot directly see that someone, however some of their sensors have detected slight movement on his way. There seemed to be some magikal presence as well.

And so they have sent some Shadowhounds in an attempt to sniff that someone out.

===============

@bear_369

Unknown to them, these robots were capable to moving through such complex environment. They managed to past through the barrier thanks to their aerodynamic system and began firing at them, charging with their bayonet on in such a fast speed. Multiple of them managed to stab their foes dead.

The Obsidians were quite surprised.

Some shadowspawns and humanoids were suspectible to the bayonet attacks, however the rock golems (including the Geomancers who are evolved humans stuffed into a think golem skin) and the Obsidian Statues.

Many Rocketsmen fired target-seeking missiles enhanced by evil magiks towards these robots. The Gunsmen switched to heavy piercing explosive bullets against the robots too.

While once in awhile, rocky tentacles of darkness and acid would arise and entangle these robots. As these robots were entangled, they were made easy targets for heavy bullets, rockets and magiks.

Aerial drones also emerged from the battle, attacking against both ground and aerial forces. Their small sizes yet fast speed, combining with deadly laser weaponry, can be such a deadly predator. They managed to kill numberous forces with their combined numbers.

A few of the Obsidian Statues have released EM Pulses into the air, sending a wave that shocked and disabled most of these aerial drones. After being disabled, these drones would collapse onto the earth and blow up once they hit the ground.

Meanwhile, the dead corpses suddenly rose up together back from the dead, with their original armors and guns. Dead Whampoans, Obsidians and Soviets, all rose up as the undead. All of these walking dead would fight for the Obsidians.

Meanwhile, several Battlemages and Shadowmancers conjured rains of target-seeking shadowfiery bolts upon the outpost.

***

"WHAT?!", Roswell shouted, "What do you mean you can't send backup over here?!"

"I apologize for such coward action..", the reporter responded calmly, "But order's an order from the higher-ups. The generals must have their divisions within the base due to being overrun by mysterious forces."

"BULLSHIT!", Roswell cursed, "Ya better send backup right here, right now or els-"

Before she finished her words, the reporter just immediately cut her off from radio.

The Obsidians bursted out sadistic laughs upon coming across this.

"Nobody will help you, O little girl!" a Battlemage laughed.

Then several agile Shadowhounds came from many directions and tried to bite Roswell. These beasts would dodge her attacks with relative ease, while also be able to deliever some tears and bites sometimes. The Shadowhounds have a somewhat corrosive skin littered with spikes.

Realizing this, she gone barbaric as she's kept attacking the nazi scums without being tired.

"You call that fighting, you fucks? This is fighting!", she said, high-kick right into the beast's face. She continously beating up the poor foe into pulps and began firing through her assault rifle.[/color]

The beast turned out to be a fierce Shadowhound, which bit her leg almost immediately and also tried struck her with his tusks. But alas, the Shadowhound soon laid dead before her crazed assaults. But after the Shadowhound was beaten to death, it blew up into an explosion of shadow flames and kinetic waves, pushing her away with great force and also likely burning parts of her body with shadow flames.

Walls of the ground was risen in an attempt to block her bullets and beams.

One of the Geomancer golems slammed the ground, sending a line of spiked tendrils heading quickly towards her direction.

Meanwhile, a Shadowmancer behind the walls bent the darkness into burning tentacles of shadow fire in an attempt to entangle her. The shadows around her also begin to burn strongly all of a sudden.

===============

@Edge45

It seems the area here is even more brighter. These flying creatures then would find themselves suddenly fired by high-speed photon beams coming from the anti-air of the ships of the main Armada and from the Floating Fortress. If the dragons weren't annihilated, the photon attacks would stop and Arranid aircrafts would engage these beasts with their photon guns. The aircrafts (resembling an F-15) are super fast and maneuverable, capable of evading attacks at the same time intercept not to close nor far for their photons to reach their targets.

Many nether dragons laid dead, but some survived. As for the black obsidian dragons, many of them survived and even reflected the photon beams. But these black dragons still took some notable damage from the blasts.

The black dragons hurled fireballs and also shadowbolts towards the enemies, some of them managing to track the enemy aircrafts and hit them, while some others missed.

Some black dragons would then emerge two big railguns and numerous smaller, faster guns capable of shooting rains of bullets and energy bolts at the same time. Then rounds and rounds of bullets, firebolts and shadowbolts would be unleashed towards the aircrafts with some inaccuracy. The skies became littered with projectiles soon, even though most of them did not hit either the dragons or the Arranids.

However, the dragons soon find themselves overwhelmed and they had to retreat.

The dragons if some survived and escaped, would see one of the ships anchored near the coast to fire several photon beams providing artillery support to someplace.

While on their way back, they hurled cones of shadow flames and rains of firebolts onto the ship, before continuing to fly back in retreat.

=====

Alas, the kobolds were all dead.

And something was awaiting for the [/COLOR]ghastly creatures, something familiar. The Arranid guardsmen switches from their photon weapons into this blue-light weapons, replacing the photon light. If the ghosts were hit by these, they will be hit like they are physically formed.
The area was bright, but could there be more than it just being bright?

"Spectrum beams!"

The ghastly creatures would then try to dodge and even phase out into the slight spots of darkness here and there with only a little success.
They then formed a force shield blocking the Spectrum beams for awhile. Then some Voidwalkers roared, sending chills down the Arranids' spines and reduced their performance somewhat. After that, they would try to look for other safer ways to pass through

If there was no other way or they were chased out, some of them would distract the Arranids, while some of the others try to sneak and then a few of them got out and then fled the place successfully.

Then the tank group retreats. They moved in reverse, but they were much faster than they were able to move forward. They then heads back for the Frontier while supported by photon artillery strikes.
The injured Arranids that were left behind... suddenly explodes in a similar light-show to how the photon artillery beams rained upon a little farther away. "إلى أبينا هو أعظم" These men shouted if they can before their Glorious Discharge.

The hordes of surviving beasts all withdrew to the wilderness scattered.

But the Shadowmancers have noticed a lot of familiarity with the technologies and tactics of the Arranids. They immediately thought this was the Renegade's Covenant, without a doubt.

It didn't take long for the fake news of the Devourers' Comeback to be relayed to the Obsidians.

The Obsidians were somewhat freaked out, especially when news of a big navy was also spread at the same time. But for the Obsidians have grown into a powerful large empire over about many hundred years of peace, they didn't worry too much but still took precautions.

===============

*Enter Player One*
*Statues: Novice*
*Race: Wild-man human*
*Gender: Female*
*Role: Witch*
*Birthright: None*
*Level: -4*
*Intelligence: 11*
*Dexterity: 2*
*Strength: 1*

"Well daughter, your Father and I have had enough of you and since you are six we believe you are old enough to survive on your own... or whatever we don't really care. You certainly are the weirdest child ever blessed to be born"


"Oooh That is a relief..."

Welcome to the game

Does this girl have a name?
And should I let her show up near the Whampoa Reich's borderlands, or within the Empire of Hakyiu's wilderness?

===============

(Self-Roleplay in Progress)

 

[Leo Akastenix]

The Captain then ordered one of the veterans to go further away and use his radio to talk with the higher ups.

Eventually, a reply was transmitted back through many layers of command.

"Well, we have agreed to enter a non-aggression pact with you, but as for trade, we think we need to talk about the details."

The warlock smiled.
“I always love details.. I suspect you Whampoas are in need of cheap energies... Allow me to demonstrate...”
He signaled a demon who went through a portal.
Soon, he came back with several Mecha Servitors carrying crates of what seems to be large containers of flowing green energies.
“This is one of the most versatile thing we have ever invented...” the warlock continued.
“Renewable Fel Energy Containers... by renewable.. I mean, it regenerates itself after some time... we use to to power our weapons, mechs, cities and economy. It’s very easy... all of them comes with a Physic Manual. It can produce any kind of energy: electrical, for you it would be I suspect...
Good thing is that these containers are immune to EMP effects, which means your vehicles would be immune to EMP. These come with our Mecha-Servitors, who will help install it and teach your engineers how to DIY. Also, since you lack a labor force, we can provide Mecha Servitors for you. We can send you unprogrammed ones and you can reprogram them yourselves. It’s easy, only a memory chip is needed!” He continued.
“We can also supply you weaponry and supplies...
What are your proposals?”

—Envoys—-
“Of course!” They said and procceded to follow them.


Perhaps have the Whampoa use Fel-weaponry later?

 

[Cherrymage]

@Leo Akastenix

Perhaps have the Whampoa use Fel-weaponry later?

YES!

But they will have to wait a moment or longer... :/
They cannot suddenly upgrade massively overnight... but they may indeed upgrade gradually given some time

===============

The warlock smiled.
“I always love details.. I suspect you Whampoas are in need of cheap energies... Allow me to demonstrate...”

"Yes indeed! We need such things desperately right now!" the Captain exclaimed in excitement, "Show, show, show!"

He signaled a demon who went through a portal.
Soon, he came back with several Mecha Servitors carrying crates of what seems to be large containers of flowing green energies.
“This is one of the most versatile thing we have ever invented...” the warlock continued.

"Whoah..."
"Is this... some clean nuclear energy or what? Demonic energy? Fel energy?"

“Renewable Fel Energy Containers... by renewable.. I mean, it regenerates itself after some time... we use to to power our weapons, mechs, cities and economy. It’s very easy... all of them comes with a Physic Manual. It can produce any kind of energy: electrical, for you it would be I suspect...
Good thing is that these containers are immune to EMP effects, which means your vehicles would be immune to EMP. These come with our Mecha-Servitors, who will help install it and teach your engineers how to DIY. Also, since you lack a labor force, we can provide Mecha Servitors for you. We can send you unprogrammed ones and you can reprogram them yourselves. It’s easy, only a memory chip is needed!” He continued.
“We can also supply you weaponry and supplies...
What are your proposals?”

"Great, we just need them at the right moment,"
"For us, I think, we can trade you some valuable raw materials and also provide you with some of our technologies too. But the higher ups know better than I do. I think it's better if you ask them, but I'm also quite informed too."

The Captain continued, "Well I don't really know, but maybe a few of our top elites might consider training some of your folks with advanced combat skills and their brands of magiks?"

===============

@Leo Akastenix

—Envoys—-
“Of course!” They said and procceded to follow them.

Mererinda and her followers then led them safely into the Harklung Citadel, a colossal edifice where the Dragonqueen resides. She then led them down into the basement, passing through some hallways, caves and stairs on their way.

"Behold, this is the massive throne chamber where the Dragonqueen resides."

Standing right before the giant gate, Mererinda clicked on a button of a gadget and the bells rang. She then said to the device, "Greetings, Your Supremacy. This is Mererinda, not only I have the things to say, and then I have brought some Shadowridge convoys with you too."

"Great..." the Dragonqueen's ringing voice chuckled from the device, "Well then, let's come in."
The big gate opened by itself, revealing a vast throne chamber well decorated and furnished with luxuries and ornaments. The chamber itself was as tall as five storeys.

Mererinda looked at the Shadowridges and said, "As honored guests, bowing is sufficient enough but feel free to kneel as I do."

A beautiful, slim giantess was sitting on the biggest throne at the back, the throne and the sitting giantess being as tall as two storeys high. She showed a big grin on her face as she looked at the rather tiny visitors. She was none other than the Dragonqueen -- Goh Yuet-yin.

"Long live the Dragonqueen!" Mererinda and her followers then knelt before the towering giantess they adore so much, their foreheads and hands even touching the floor.

The titanic Yuet-yin then chuckled once again, her loud and sexy voice echoing around the chamber, "Great! You may rise up now."

"Thank the Dragonqueen!" the Obsidians said as they got up.

Goh Yuet-yin then stood up from her big throne and shrank herself into an average size right before their very eyes.
She then slowly walked her way to the Shadowridges.

"Welcome to Hakyiu, Shadowridges!" she greeted the Shadowridges with a big grin on her face.
"What messages and offers do you bring for me, my friends? Yuet-yin said in a rather dark and sexy voice."

 

[bear_369]

@Directive255 : Say byebye to your troops coz' I want to stay in Alastorn, goddamnit :<<

The Obsidians were quite surprised.

Some shadowspawns and humanoids were suspectible to the bayonet attacks, however the rock golems (including the Geomancers who are evolved humans stuffed into a think golem skin) and the Obsidian Statues.

Many Rocketsmen fired target-seeking missiles enhanced by evil magiks towards these robots. The Gunsmen switched to heavy piercing explosive bullets against the robots too.

While once in awhile, rocky tentacles of darkness and acid would arise and entangle these robots. As these robots were entangled, they were made easy targets for heavy bullets, rockets and magiks.

The Soviet robots does have a weak point when it comes to pushing forward blindly, causing multiples of them being destroyed from the Obsidians' assault. But like humans, these robots were also capable of aiding one another to assist each other to push through the enemies' capability. They began firing back, stabbing nearby foes through its bayonet and charging fearlessly as if they aren't afraid of incoming death.

Another surprise, yet strange encounter to the Nazi scums is that some of the robots aren't armed with weapons but still charging towards their target. However, these strange robots were more faster than the regular ones, capable of running through such rough terrain, and can easily dodge any obstacle, whether bullets or debris, in their path. One of them managed to be near to the 'Neo-Nazi scums' and said this, surprising the rest of Obsidians:

"BANZAI!"
"FOR THE GREAT SOVIETS!"
"ALL HAIL THE GODFATHER OF SOVIETS!"

After their words, they committed bombing-suicide, exploding in such a powerful force that immediately obliterated the Obsidians in a large radius, reducing them into ashes. Yes, it may also hurt the other robots but this is considered necessary due to the enemies' great numbers compared to the Soviets. Even the tentacles and the flames were completely burned off by the Suicide Bombers' explosion.

If the Obsidians trying to know what's up with those robots and how the hell speak something different that the Soviets wouldn't act like, they will likely theorized that these Suicide Bombers is originated from Japan, if they still knew the Terra history, explaining why these Suicide Bombers act like if they'll going to kill themselves for the Emperor. But it doesn't still explain why the Soviets have the Japanese-made bombers in their side.

The Soviets began pushing the Obsidians' forces off from their colony. They began having a harder time to push the Soviets back into the portal this time.

A few of the Obsidian Statues have released EM Pulses into the air, sending a wave that shocked and disabled most of these aerial drones. After being disabled, these drones would collapse onto the earth and blow up once they hit the ground.

However this is how the Obsidians would think as, they were not fully understand how the Soviet drones worked. Only some drones were completely from shocked but the rest were unaffected. The aerial drones were completely durable in explosive hit and EMP-blocked, thanks to their previous war experience back in Earth, and the reason that some drones were affected is because they were rushed-manufactured. The drones continued to attack and completely took control in Air Superiority due to their massive numbers, hindering the Obsidians' advances.

The Obsidians may have the technological superiority and numbers superiority but however, the Great Soviets have more experience in such devastating combat in wars during the era of the New World Wars, a timeline where multiple World Wars occurred in their world during 21st-28th centuries. Thanks to that, they managed to fend off the nazi scums from their base from their skill superiority.

OOC: Continuing Roswell's situation in new thread.

 

[Leo Akastenix]

@Directive255
Sure the Whampoa could receive Fel Energies.
I am thinking of giving convicts with life sentences as slaves, Warpstone(used for Shadowridge weapon and armor enchamcements) and possibly luxury resources and merchandise.

The Captain continued, "Well I don't really know, but maybe a few of our top elites might consider training some of your folks with advanced combat skills and their brands of magiks?"

“Acceptable!” The warlock exclaimed.
“Perhaps radio your Command and see their responses. If possible, we have a deal! Also tell them we would like to set up an embassy, doesn’t have to be accepted but just a request!”

—-Palace Of Obsidians—-

Mererinda looked at the Shadowridges and said, "As honored guests, bowing is sufficient enough but feel free to kneel as I do."

The Shadowridge envoys nevertheless knelt due to their training of “respecting other’s traditions”.
They only raised when the queen allowed them to.

After the queen’s introduction, the envoys continued
“We are here to negotiate trade treaties.. I am sure your highness’ empire can provide something valuable while we can offer something valuable.. Can we put forth our proposals?” The ArchWarlock said respectfully.

 

[TheLordOfChaos201]

@Directive255

I'm just going to explore for now... Thanks for the invite too but I might never join in on the fun... I might not have the time or I might have the time... I'm not sure but I'm enjoying writing so that is good right

...And so the girl child Ataxia wondered in the woods not lost but with no where to go. Deciding it would be pointless to merely roam around she took up one of her hobbies, collecting herbs and tasting plants wherever she went. Shredding a tree of its bark and using a small piece of clay she found near by. The girl wrote down all the effects the different plants had when inhaled, applied topically and ingested. No matter good or bad all was recorded on the shaves of bark she peeled off, and then like oak leaves in winter she let the bark, she wrote on, scatter in the wind.

Leaning on a tree to inspect that mornings lunch Ataxia remarked. "Hmm pucky and fun, well that will go under the poisonous but interesting category" then picking out the rabbit meat she had for breakfast she repackaged all that had been spewed out of her, minus the poisonous plants of course.

...Soon after walking for quite the distance she began to become wary of walking and finding a stream she dunked her smelly and sore bare feet in. Looking out over the world creation had had made she marvelled at the heat of the day, and she delighted in the beauty of how that burned grass could hurt so much. The soles of her feet pierced and bloody but she did not mind because the smell of petrified flesh attracted the tiny fish, which could so easily be caught in between her toes.

"Hmm toe jam fish sandwich. Now I just need a fire"

Mustering up her magic, which rarely surrendered to her whims, she lit a spark to a near by dead pine tree. Then she watched as hours passed to fill her empty stomach and entertain her as the forest around her burned, and burned, and burned. It was the dry season and she knew attending a fame was necessary for the good of all, but what did she care. The forest animals cried, the birds abandoned their chicks before they too were consumed by fire, the wolfs howled with fur aflame, and all the cute woollen creatures screamed for mercy as the fell underfoot of Ataxia.

"Roasted to perfection, now to find those parents of mine. For I've never tried other human meat, only my own but... I'm sure Mom and Dad won't mind sharing...."

*Level UP*
New skills Learnt
Herbalist: level 1
Piromancer: Level 1
Tactics: Level 1
Indifference: level 4

 

[bear_369]

@TheLordOfChaos201 : I truly adore your writing, definitely a worthy of time to read

@Directive255 : NSFW incoming, lad (Go thanks the anime community for this shit xD )

The Obsidians bursted out sadistic laughs upon coming across this.

"Nobody will help you, O little girl!" a Battlemage laughed.

"Who you calling a lil' girl, ya nagging fucks?!", she complained madly.

As the savage beasts charging from any sides, she grabbed her pistol from her waist and began shooting to the nearest beast. As the one about to launch an attack, she rolled in the ground as the beast's attack only hit nothing but dust. She then grabbed her combat knife with her other hand and cuts the the beast's waist, making a big cut enough to bleed to death.

However, the other beast successfully tears the left side of her shirt and armor, making her gasped in pain. She then used her pistol towards the beast, shot down from its head.

The beast turned out to be a fierce Shadowhound, which bit her leg almost immediately and also tried struck her with his tusks. But alas, the Shadowhound soon laid dead before her crazed assaults. But after the Shadowhound was beaten to death, it blew up into an explosion of shadow flames and kinetic waves, pushing her away with great force and also likely burning parts of her body with shadow flames.

She got pushed from the Shadowhound's explosion and crashed into a solid rock, giving her a fatal pain.

"AARGH!", she screamed in great pain.

Bloods began to spill from her mouth and wounded waist. She tried to cover her wound to hinder the loss of blood as she's slowly standing up. Her clothing, not her entire clothing tho, starting to burn off slowly from the shadow flame, making her trying to cover her body immediately, oh my..

"N-Not only they are as shitty as the neo-nazi scums but also such a dirty-minded p-peverts..", she said to herself.

Meanwhile, a Shadowmancer behind the walls bent the darkness into burning tentacles of shadow fire in an attempt to entangle her. The shadows around her also begin to burn strongly all of a sudden.

As she's trying to stand up and fight again, she was suddenly caught by fire-covered tentacles, entangling her around her body. The flame hurts her alot as she couldn't stop crying from such deadly pain. She tried to struggle from the tentacles but no avail for her.

"Arrgh! W-What are you doing!?", she cried in pain, "L-Let me fucking go right now... y-you dirty-minded fucks!"

 

[Edge45]

The black dragons hurled fireballs and also shadowbolts towards the enemies, some of them managing to track the enemy aircrafts and hit them, while some others missed.

Some black dragons would then emerge two big railguns and numerous smaller, faster guns capable of shooting rains of bullets and energy bolts at the same time. Then rounds and rounds of bullets, firebolts and shadowbolts would be unleashed towards the aircrafts with some inaccuracy. The skies became littered with projectiles soon, even though most of them did not hit either the dragons or the Arranids.

The Arranid pilots were stunned by the armed beasts. Intimidated, they flew back to the armada, with several unlucky jets crashing. The ships there would proceed to rain them with inaccurate anti-air photon beams without their own aircrafts having the danger of getting friendly fire.

However, the dragons soon find themselves overwhelmed and they had to retreat.

While on their way back, they hurled cones of shadow flames and rains of firebolts onto the ship, before continuing to fly back in retreat.

Two of the ships were badly hit on the deck, the other two weren't touched however, but it stopped one of the ships from firing its long-ranged photon artillery. Because this took their attention, the four ships fired at the escaping dragons with all they've got at once, quite pissed. Rains of photon beams now heads for them with small chance to evade.

"Spectrum beams!"

"HUH?! Die devils!" The guards attacked.

The ghastly creatures would then try to dodge and even phase out into the slight spots of darkness here and there with only a little success.
They then formed a force shield blocking the Spectrum beams for awhile. Then some Voidwalkers roared, sending chills down the Arranids' spines and reduced their performance somewhat. After that, they would try to look for other safer ways to pass through

If there was no other way or they were chased out, some of them would distract the Arranids, while some of the others try to sneak and then a few of them got out and then fled the place successfully.

When the ghosts performed their force shields, the guards switched from gun to spear. Their light sheet, still in blue, replaces the spear's blade which has more output of light power, dealing more damage. When the ghosts suddenly roared, it stopped the Arranids a bit and reduced their performance.
"F-fear not brothers! H-have Faith! Attack!" The guards though shivering, counterattacked. Calmly switching from gun to spear or vice versa depending on their situations. The guards weren't able to catch the ghosts that have passed through physical objects or walls. If ever they got outside in the surface, guards are already waiting for them like they know they were gonna pass there. These guards would proceed to their blue weapons and slay the ghastly creatures. Though if some were smart enough to just escape within the insides of walls or objects, they might just escape, if they can live through the defensive emplacements that too detect their presence and can switch to their blue weapons.

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The Warband tank regiment returned to the Frontier which recently was attacked. The tanks were quickly put to repairs and injured soldiers to medication. The rest rested and the commanders explain their situation. The loss ratio of the regiment were less than 30%.

*Spying Not Possible*
Within the command base of the Frontier. The commanders and the Emir discusses, including those from the Armada and the Floating Fortress. A footage was shown on how the beasts fought intelligently, attacked fiercely, and even retreated carefully.

"These are the pets of the Imperial devils, brothers. The barbaric enemies of our forefathers, as they've discovered, fought with them, and parred them even with their numbers against them. And now, we possess their weapons, however, we had a hard time. We lack the capabilities of the barbarians, but we have our strength together in numbers, this stalemate today, and the loss of our brothers' lives, will not be in vain. Glory to the fallen!" The Emir Duirian gave a patriotic speech.
"Glory to the fallen!" The other commanders followed. They then drink wine and continued.
"Fellow brothers, these are the list of creatures we have fought today: Winged serpents with different shades of black (Black and Obsidian Dragons) with few armed with Imperial weapons, weapons are traditional shells with high-rate firepower; Inhuman savages (Kobolds) capable of fighting with both agility and strength, while able to dig and infiltrate; Black hounds (Shadowhounds) that fades along the dark, albeit their size, their ferocity matches that of our Asdans; and Ethereal wraiths (Voidwalkers) capable of blending in shadows, pass through physical objects, form shields, and demoralizes our brothers. All of them, has trace of magic affinity greater than ours." An informant explained.
"Thank you brother, you may now be dismissed." Advisor Jaffar said and continued. "Listen well comrades. We'll be showing you the information we have taken from the barbarians, the flying serpents you fought on the skies are what you call Nether, Black, and Obsidian Dragons. They are tamed beasts unlike the devil. The inhuman savages are a race you call, Kobolds. The canine-like creatures that said to even match our Asdans are the Shadowhounds, and the wraiths that sends fear to our warriors are the Voidwalkers. These the barbarians named them. Apparently there are more of them, although the information is quite centuries old, they did not fail to even miss a single information during that time."
"Lord Jaffar, as we know, the light is our essential weapon against the darkness, and using them had tremendous effects with the performance of our technologies and weakening of our foes. However, our men lacks the experience in battling these beasts. We best not make haste with the expansion." One of the commanders stated.
"Indeed, brother comrade. Our Emir Duirian, I advise we settle with small groups of recon and explore the land. We need to have more knowledge of who we are dealing with."
"Agreed wise one. That I shall make decision with. We've lost some Mamluqs, Saqars, and dear lives. I was expecting a rather Imperial foot army, but they gave us their pets instead. How dishonorable and shameless, we make sure we give them no mercy nor honor as well in our battles. Brothers we repair the damages that have been caused, and strengthen the defense of the landing. This moment on, this patch we have claimed shall be named Alsuvad, the first step of spreading our people's dominion. Dismiss now and to your tasks brothers."
"Yes Lord Duirian."

The two ships that were damaged returned to the Floating Fortress, and new ones came to their place accompanied with more warships. The defenses within the new port of Alsuvad are strengthened. Docks and airports are built, and reinforced defensive towers and walls are raised. The armada secured the route from the port towards the Floating Fortress, with aircrafts and underwater vessels guarding the easily infiltrated paths. The light remained dormant in the area, but it was still bright enough to scare any wild creatures or spot incoming enemies. Then, the command hub raises this tower, at its apex a pod with four petal-like structures resembling a flower.

 

[Cherrymage]

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NOTE : The Earth where the Whampoans came from, and the Earth where the Soviets came from, are two different and alternate Earths. The Obsidians came from the same Earth the Whampoans came from, but it was roughly 900 years ago.

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@Leo Akastenix

“Acceptable!” The warlock exclaimed.
“Perhaps radio your Command and see their responses. If possible, we have a deal! Also tell them we would like to set up an embassy, doesn’t have to be accepted but just a request!”

The Whampoans then contacted the High Command. The High Command has accepted the offer, and also accepted the request for an embassy as well.

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—-Palace Of Obsidians—-

The Shadowridge envoys nevertheless knelt due to their training of “respecting other’s traditions”.
They only raised when the queen allowed them to.

Goh Yuet-yin chuckled seeing even the Shadowridges knelt down before her colossal body. "Ohh, how nice of you! Good boys! I like how polite you are to me!" she exclaimed gleefully.

After the queen’s introduction, the envoys continued
“We are here to negotiate trade treaties.. I am sure your highness’ empire can provide something valuable while we can offer something valuable.. Can we put forth our proposals?” The ArchWarlock said respectfully.

"Well, let's begin with your side first before I say anything. What can you provide for us?"

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@Edge45

Two of the ships were badly hit on the deck, the other two weren't touched however, but it stopped one of the ships from firing its long-ranged photon artillery. Because this took their attention, the four ships fired at the escaping dragons with all they've got at once, quite pissed. Rains of photon beams now heads for them with small chance to evade.

Knowing that they would most likely laid dead soon, the dragons instead turned to the four ships. They tried their best blasting these annoying warships, by showering rains of shadowbolts, firebolts, bullets and energyballs. When the obsidian-stone dragons were nearly dying, they would blow themselves up violently into explosions of purple and orange. Leaving toasting purple and orange energy fields on its wake. This would possibly damage anyone nearby quite heavily and maybe even cause intoxicated tidal waves too.

***

The guards though shivering, counterattacked. Calmly switching from gun to spear or vice versa depending on their situations. The guards weren't able to catch the ghosts that have passed through physical objects or walls. If ever they got outside in the surface, guards are already waiting for them like they know they were gonna pass there. These guards would proceed to their blue weapons and slay the ghastly creatures. Though if some were smart enough to just escape within the insides of walls or objects, they might just escape, if they can live through the defensive emplacements that too detect their presence and can switch to their blue weapons.

The ghastly creatures, while inside the buildings, would try to read and steal as much technology and intel as possible.

These ghastly creatures cunningly escaped through the insides of physical objects and even floors without much harm. Some of them were caught and then got themselves killed, with their souls shattering apart into invulnerable soul particles heading towards the underground.

While some of the ghastly creatures managed to survive.

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@bear_369

(Battle in the Soviet Outpost)

*Soviet Kamikaze Drones seemingly harmless*

The Obsidians didn't expect anything and laughed their sorry asses off. Until the moment the drones screamed and blew up.

"BANZAI!"
"FOR THE GREAT SOVIETS!"
"ALL HAIL THE GODFATHER OF SOVIETS!"

After their words, they committed bombing-suicide, exploding in such a powerful force that immediately obliterated the Obsidians in a large radius, reducing them into ashes. Yes, it may also hurt the other robots but this is considered necessary due to the enemies' great numbers compared to the Soviets. Even the tentacles and the flames were completely burned off by the Suicide Bombers' explosion.

If the Obsidians trying to know what's up with those robots and how the hell speak something different that the Soviets wouldn't act like, they will likely theorized that these Suicide Bombers is originated from Japan, if they still knew the Terra history, explaining why these Suicide Bombers act like if they'll going to kill themselves for the Emperor. But it doesn't still explain why the Soviets have the Japanese-made bombers in their side.

And yes, the Obsidians believed these drones were from Japan. But this made the Obsidians believe they were facing a "Maoist Japan" bent on world conquest and heresy.

Some of the shadow flames, however, still persisted even after the explosion. But they were much more smaller compared to before the explosion.

And some big numbers of Obsidians managed to survive the blast. They retreated after most of their attack force was blown up by the Kamikaze drones.

The Soviets began pushing the Obsidians' forces off from their colony. They began having a harder time to push the Soviets back into the portal this time.

Not wanting to suffer heavy losses after numerous other alien forces have arrived, the Obsidians were already retreating into the dark wilderness after being shoved with the "Maoist Japanese" surprise.

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@Directive255 : NSFW incoming, lad (Go thanks the anime community for this shit xD )

smexy
I liek it

However, the other beast successfully tears the left side of her shirt and armor, making her gasped in pain. She then used her pistol towards the beast, shot down from its head.

She got pushed from the Shadowhound's explosion and crashed into a solid rock, giving her a fatal pain.

"AARGH!", she screamed in great pain.

Bloods began to spill from her mouth and wounded waist. She tried to cover her wound to hinder the loss of blood as she's slowly standing up. Her clothing, not her entire clothing tho, starting to burn off slowly from the shadow flame, making her trying to cover her body immediately, oh my..

"N-Not only they are as shitty as the neo-nazi scums but also such a dirty-minded p-peverts..", she said to herself.

As soon as Roswell got some of her clothing burnt off, the Obsidians laughed their asses off.

"HAHAHA! Enjoy yourself, little bitch?"

As soon as Roswell spoke the word "pervert", suddenly twelve succubi showed up right before her looking naughty. Six of these succubi then faced Roswell backwards and then shook their butts before her very eyes, while the other three danced gleefully showing off their bodies. Making Roswell even more embarrassed and the Obsidians more amused.

As she's trying to stand up and fight again, she was suddenly caught by fire-covered tentacles, entangling her around her body. The flame hurts her alot as she couldn't stop crying from such deadly pain. She tried to struggle from the tentacles but no avail for her.

"Arrgh! W-What are you doing!?", she cried in pain, "L-Let me fucking go right now... y-you dirty-minded fucks!"

"No way!" a chuckling succubus said with a big obnoxious grin on her face
"We can't simply let go of such a prey, can we?"

The remaining three succubi actually did something useful. They took glowing orange shackles and bound Roswell with them, trapping her utterly and also toasting her even more.

The dark and mysterious lady, Rhelsha, arrived.
Upon seeing Roswell's half-naked sorry state, she laughed her ass off. She then reached Roswell's head and patted her humiliatingly, "Good girl! And now, we're going to bring you... to somewhere fun and cute!"

(@bear_369, I'm going to take her to a prison of sorts with another character of mine if you don't mind)

A heavy driller surfaced itself from the ground.

"Right, now bring her in! And the poor little lonely boy needs some playmates badly!"

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@Zombie and @bear_369

***SPYING NOT POSSIBLE***
@Zombie and @bear_369

Moment later, somewhere in a dark dungeon deep below the surface.

Within a prison room full of various enhancements and magiks in place, a crisp voice sighed in the darkness. "Ugh..."

The voice then nagged in the dark, "I have been stuck in this goddamn prison for nearly three hundred years..."

Upon a closer look in the dim surroundings, it was indeed, the legendary Deroc Tschan Kok-yew. He was no longer the powerful and prestigious Cakemaster, but rather a lowly slave bound to this prison.

"Gohlein und ihre Obsidian-Kumpel sind im Laufe der Jahrhunderte zu stark gewachsen. Was in Terra als kleine Pöbel von Verbrechern und Rebellen begann, wurde zu Herrschern eines riesigen Reiches in dieser dunklen Welt. Einst ein mächtiger Kuchenmeister eines anderen großen Reiches, jetzt reduziert auf einen glücklosen Gefangenen, der in einem dummen Verlies steckt. Wie lustig."

Translation

("Little Goh and her Obsidian cronies have now grown too powerful over the centuries. What began as a mere mob of rebels and gangsters back in Terra, have now become rulers of a vast empire in this dark world. Once a mighty Cakemaster of another vast empire, now reduced to a hapless prisoner stuck in a stupid dungeon. How funny.")

"Ich werde mein Leben nicht damit verschwenden, hier wie ein Idiot zu sitzen. Ich muss schnell aus diesem Höllenloch herauskommen. Und versuche anderen zu helfen. Gohlein muss eine Lektion lernen. Niemand vermasselt den Kuchenmeistern so, und bestimmt verrät niemand so einen alten Freund.."

Translation

("But I will not waste the rest of my life sitting here like an idiot. I must get out of this hellhole as soon as possible. And try to help others out too. Little Goh must be taught a lesson. Nobody messes with the Cakemaster like that, and certainly nobody betrays their old friend like that.")

The sad Cakemaster lifted his head to the ceiling. Then he put both his hands on his heart, and began to sing with rivers of tear flowing on his face. "Wir rufen deine Wölfe | und rufen Deinen Speer, | wir rufen alle Zwölfe | vom Himmel zu unsss-ss--"

"Ah, Scheiße."
("Oh, shit.")

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard not far away. A strong perfume grew stronger as the footsteps turned louder and closer.

"Verdammt. Es ist diese nervige japanische Hexe wieder."
("Dammit. It is that annoying Japanese witch again.")

"Here I come again, my little Cakey! You're so cute as always, Cakey. I know you're so lonely..."

"I would love to be with you too, but Miss Mererinda forbade it! But then Miss Mererinda also didn't shower you with her love. But no worries! I have a new friend for ya soon!"

Rhelsha. Besides her, the body of Wadolf hovered, and a badly injured Roswell was held in shackled by Rhelsha. A dozen of elite succubi and also a dozen of elite vanguards were escorting her as well.

"My little Cakey, this is Roswell and this is Wadolf," Rhelsha introduced the two new prisoners to Deroc.

Deroc looked at them with a mixed feeling. He was happy since there were now at last two fellows to accompany him, while he was also sad as the wicked empire continued to do more crimes.

She then opened the gate. Holding the shackles tightly, Rhelsha and a few succubi then forced Roswell into the prison chamber too. Afterwards, Wadolf's body hovered his way into the prison room. A dark essence was injected into Wadolf's heart and brain, right before Deroc and Roswell's eyes. Wadolf's dead eyes soon glowed strongly in dark shadows.

"Arise from your death and live again, Wadolf Hitlgong, for Rhelsha has granted you a second life, and you are now a servant of the sexy Miss Rhelsha!" Rhelsha ended her incantation with loud wicked laugh.

(@Zombie, decide what would happen to Wadolf? Or you'd prefer passing the ownership of Wadolf to me? Please do not blow up the dungeon or delete entire armies in one post, by the way.)

"Fuck you, Rhelsha," Deroc mocked, "If you truly love me, then you would have helped me get out of this prison long ago."

"Huh? What did you just say, my love?"

Rhelsha leaned closer to Deroc with a naughty look on her face. Suddenly, tentacles of toasting darkness with fine furs emerged to entangle, tickle and burn the poor Cakemaster dearly, while Rhelsha sat back and laughed in amusement.

Tears flew from his eyes, and he began sobbing.

As soon as Deroc cried, the tentacles vanished into the darkness once again. Rhelsha said with a chuckle, "Ohh, my little Deroc, don't cry! I will be really sad if you do so!"

"Du bist eine dumme Schlampe." ("You're an idiot.")

"Hmm?"

The tentacles once again surfaced to tickle and to toast the Cakemaster again. "You're so cute. Have I ever said, don't speak Nazi?"

Deroc nodded fearfully while trying to hold back his tears. But Deroc seemed to be blushing and his heart was beating faster than usual.

"No, don't you dare hide your fragile little ego, Cakey. Cry! I command you to cry your fragile little feelings out! Don't be shy, darling!"

Deroc bursted into thunderous cries and flooded the place with his tears. Shadowy tentacles, this time not burning and acidic, but much more stronger kinetically, were formed to hold Roswell tight.
The shadowy tentacles forcefully dragged Roswell into the prison room.

"Good boy!" Rhelsha shouted happily and the tentacles subsided again. She patted his head playfully and tossed some dog treats right onto his face.

"Here is your dinner, Cakey! And these are your new playmates, Wadolf and Roswell! See you soon, I will miss you dearly! Bye!"

Rhelsha then hopped her way out of the place happily while cracking out evil laughter.

A moment after Rhelsha left, Deroc looked at the half-naked Roswell and still laughed like the Obsidians. He just couldn't help it.
"My-my, what happened to you, girl?"

Then Deroc stopped laughing and returned to his normal face. "By the way, who are you? I'm Deroc Tschan Kok-yew, or Deroc in short, once a proud and glorious Cakemaster, now reduced to a mere prisoner like you. I wonder why did you end up here?"

Then he suddenly laughed again, "S-sorry... b-but... w-what is w-with y-your clothing?"

But then he said, "Don't worry, girl. Hehe, well I don't know but let's eat these together homie. That's the only thing we get to eat." Deroc then shared some of the dog treats with Roswell

 

[Cherrymage]

Edited last post x2

 

[Leo Akastenix]

@Directive255

“So I believe our talk is done here.. expect a shipment of Fel Energy Containers, Mecha-Servitors, Fel-Weaponries and Armor within 12 Zerris hours or 27 Terran Hours!”
He stood up
“Until next time captain, I believe you have urgent businesses to attend to..
pleasure meeting you and the dead idiot...” he continued.
The warlock and his retinue exits through a warp portal.

A Valkyrie Dropship landed near the Whampoa High Command with an envoy and requested an area for the construction of an embassy and a trade port.

———-Palace—-
“I have witnessed that even though your highness control a large army.. I believe that it is not properly.. equipped. We are willing to supply weaponry to the Obsidians..” the warlock continued.
He told his envoy something in Demonic tongue.
A tech lock sets up a Shadowridge Hologram.
The warlock held up a small dark purple crystal.
“It is what we call “Warpstone”... it is small.. but very deadly...”
The hologram shows several menacing Warpguns with horns, spikes and emitting purple energies.
“The warpstone’s energy regenerates over time.. making reloading of these weapons unnecessary. A few moments wait and the energy is back up..” he continued
The hologram shows a guardsmen with a “Pattern 15X Semi-Automatic Warp Rifle”(displayed below the hologram). The guardsmen Fired several shots at a huge plate of metal. The warpgun put holes through the metal.
The next hologram shows a “Warpbuster”(looks like the Tankbuster’s weapon from RA3)
A guardsmen holding it fires a continuous stream of energy at a Leman Russ Tank. After about 20s of continuous “streaming”, he stopped and revealed the entire half of the Leman Russ tank gone.
“The warpgun doesn’t pierce or burn the armor up.. you see.. Warpstone are used on our spaceships to open Warp Portals to transverse large distances.. what Warp guns does is that it transports parts of what it touches into the Warp. No matter how powerful you Armor is, bit by bit, all of those chunks are now in the Warp... this next gun is the pinnacle of our weaponry... it is a ‘Warpshifter’”.
The hologram shows a guardsmen with a heavier gun.
When this gun fired, it opened a portal about 5 meters in radius.
It is demonstrated to be able to open portals on walls.
On water, on stone, uneven surfaces, ceilings and floor even.
Then it shows a guardsmen firing a warpshifter. It opened a portal between two points. Other guardsmen fired through the portal and their bullets reached the other side without losing velocity.
It also shows it can be walked through.
“Unfortunately.. portal range is only 90 meters range...
We are willing to trade these exotic weapons, Warp crystals, some “convicts” with life sentences as slaves for their crimes.. what are your proposals your highness?”

 

[bear_369]

@Directive255 : How I follow Character's development The 3 Important Bs

The remaining three succubi actually did something useful. They took glowing orange shackles and bound Roswell with them, trapping her utterly and also toasting her even more.

The dark and mysterious lady, Rhelsha, arrived.
Upon seeing Roswell's half-naked sorry state, she laughed her ass off. She then reached Roswell's head and patted her humiliatingly, "Good girl! And now, we're going to bring you... to somewhere fun and cute!"

She looked away from her humility after being treated like a dog. She wanted to fight back but the shackles made her even worse in such severe condition, unable to fight nor retreat.

"Go to hell..", that's all she can said to a Nazi slut.

A heavy driller surfaced itself from the ground.

"Right, now bring her in! And the poor little lonely boy needs some playmates badly!"

She doesn't like the idea of being a playmate to a 'little' boy. What kind of playmate she referred to, as a comfort woman? She attempts to struggle away from the shackles but no avail to her due only resulted in more pain, gasping in pain.

"Y-You're turning me into a sex slave? I'll won't let you, you Nazi slut!", she complained anxiously, struggling from the chains for her life.


***

(After being arrived in a dungeon)

Looking around the dungeon, she gets the sense of fear around her. But she kept her courage and bravery as she doesn't want her fear took over her. She really don't like being thrown into a prison and being treated poorly, but her helpless body is in bad condition, unable her to escape.

"You people sure love to imprison everyone and treat them as dogshit, don'tcha?", she said with her stern tone.

Arriving into a specific cell, there's a person in it, speaking something in german, this must be the playmate she referring to. Also, since the person speaks in german, she assumed them as a Nazi, which she doesn't really like.

"Verdammt. Es ist diese nervige japanische Hexe wieder."
("Dammit. It is that annoying Japanese witch again.")

"Here I come again, my little Cakey! You're so cute as always, Cakey. I know you're so lonely..."

"I would love to be with you too, but Miss Mererinda forbade it! But then Miss Mererinda also didn't shower you with her love. But no worries! I have a new friend for ya soon!"

Rhelsha. Besides her, the body of Wadolf hovered, and a badly injured Roswell was held in shackled by Rhelsha. A dozen of elite succubi and also a dozen of elite vanguards were escorting her as well.

"My little Cakey, this is Roswell and this is Wadolf," Rhelsha introduced the two new prisoners to Deroc.

She looked away from this 'Cakey' to hide her embarrassment. She doesn't often show her body to men, thus this is the first time for her but not intentionally. She wanted to cover her body with her arms to hide her embarrassment from him but only if this Nazi slut let her.

Shadowy tentacles, this time not burning and acidic, but much more stronger kinetically, were formed to hold Roswell tight.
The shadowy tentacles forcefully dragged Roswell into the prison room.

She screamed in pain after suddenly being pulled by the tentacles and violently being struck down into the ground, coughing blood from her mouth. She's slowly standing up from the ground as she's wiping her bloody with her dirty arm. As soon as she stood up as see 'Cakey' staring at her, she immediately covered her body.

Deroc looked at the half-naked Roswell and still laughed like the Obsidians. He just couldn't help it.
"My-my, what happened to you, girl?"

"D-D-Don't look, you perverted fuck!", she complained loudly and embarrassed.

She looked away from him in feel of embarrassment and humility, having her sitting in this rottten cell with this Nazi-loving scum and a strange, hovering person.

Then Deroc stopped laughing and returned to his normal face. "By the way, who are you? I'm Deroc Tschan Kok-yew, or Deroc in short, once a proud and glorious Cakemaster, now reduced to a mere prisoner like you. I wonder why did you end up here?"

She didn't respond to Deroc's question for a few minutes. She then responded him with this:

"My name and my reason of being here does not matter, you nazi-loving shit."

Then he suddenly laughed again, "S-sorry... b-but... w-what is w-with y-your clothing?"

Again, she looked away from Deroc because of her helpless appearance. She wanted to kick his face for laughing her rotten look but she wouldn't.

"Go to hell..", she complained silently, still hiding her embarrassment.

But then he said, "Don't worry, girl. Hehe, well I don't know but let's eat these together homie. That's the only thing we get to eat." Deroc then shared some of the dog treats with Roswell

Is he serious? Is he really going to eat that dog treats? He just going to let this happen as if nothing is wrong, what's wrong with him?! She refused immediately and complained:

"I'll rather die in peace for the Great Soviets than being treated like dogshit."

 

[Edge45]

@Directive255 + @bear_369

Is he serious? Is he really going to eat that dog treats? He just going to let this happen as if nothing is wrong, what's wrong with him?! She refused immediately and complained:

"I'll rather die in peace for the Great Soviets than being treated like dogshit."

"Ohh, ain't that sweet dear lovebirds." Suddenly a voice appeared. And this strange wraith wearing a hat and a long track coat appeared. It was Edge, breaking the fourth wall and do shits, and oh, he's already dead. "Allow me to better the moment."
*Plays a naughty yet sweet background music*
*Candle lights appeared and lit the dark cell*
"Irony to the Cakemaster with his story and the sweet commie lady. Cheers, and chacha." Edge faded and disappeared.

======================================
@Directive255

Knowing that they would most likely laid dead soon, the dragons instead turned to the four ships. They tried their best blasting these annoying warships, by showering rains of shadowbolts, firebolts, bullets and energyballs. When the obsidian-stone dragons were nearly dying, they would blow themselves up violently into explosions of purple and orange. Leaving toasting purple and orange energy fields on its wake. This would possibly damage anyone nearby quite heavily and maybe even cause intoxicated tidal waves too.

The high-rate of fire from the ships grew stronger the more they came closer, and wouldn't have a chance to take the ships along with them when they self-destructed. However, their fireballs did enough damage to cripple three of the ships before their end. In addition, the waters became intoxicated. But later, Arranid researchers began observing these particles and took samples, and then cleaned the wastes.

The ghastly creatures, while inside the buildings, would try to read and steal as much technology and intel as possible.

The intel they manage to get would receive the following information:

• The Aenid Sultanate is the strongest nation of the West. They have ruled over the continent and have seek to expand their rule to the other side of the world, the eastern lands. They know already the rule of the Empire of Hakyiu, the Imperial devils, and seek to defeat them with their might of the seas. Ruled by the Sultan Dyrim Tyrius.
• The initial strike force of the Sultanate will be the Emirate of Arranid. Their mighty floating fortress Arrand is the flagship of the emirate's large armada, and leading them is the Emir himself, the son and heir of the Sultan, Emir Duirian Tyrius. Their objective is simple, secure a large enough coastline for the other Emirates to land and form the horde of the Aenids conquest.
• The Sultanate has numerous Emirates forming it, these are loyal vassals to the Sultan. Every Emirate has their own large armada with their own specialty. The Floating Fortress are the Emirate's capital, at the same time the flagship of their armada. Due to the large numbers of the Aenids, they tend not to be living on land, but on sea with their mobile islands. Heavily defended with light-powered energies and even has its own shield systems that protects nearby ships who has their own generators.
• Before they rose to power, the Aenids were at the brink of defeat when the barbarians from the east came to their seas and lands accompanied by their almost unbeatable technologies. These barbarians however, disappeared suddenly, as recorded by their forefathers. However, their technologies were left behind, no other purpose but to be used. Since then, the Aenids used the barbarians treasures, and formed their own that eventually became the source of their power. The disappearance of the barbarians was the greatest mystery in the Aenid history, that left its people furious and at the same time glad.

 

[bear_369]

@Edge45
There's something coming out of Edge's monitor, breaking the 4th wall. Upon closer inspection, it was a bear.

Not just any ordinary bear, that bear was Bear The Soviet Pedobear! He successfully came out of the monitor and said this:

"Ya making fun of me, cyka blyat? I'll rape you to death!" Bear said as he proceeds raping Edge.

You done goof m8

 

[Cherrymage]

@Leo Akastenix

A Valkyrie Dropship landed near the Whampoa High Command with an envoy and requested an area for the construction of an embassy and a trade port.

Several Whampoans peacefully welcome the Valkyrie Dropship.

The area for the embassy was close but not too close nor too far from the High Command. A trade port was assigned in a vast land besides the capital Theroksburg.

===============

(how about... hmm, nerfing warpstone a little into RA2 Chrono Legionnaire's weapon?)

———-Palace—-
“I have witnessed that even though your highness control a large army.. I believe that it is not properly.. equipped. We are willing to supply weaponry to the Obsidians..” the warlock continued.

"Ahh. Yes, the aliens all wield fancy techs. We are in need of fancy techs too. Can you please show me your toys and how they work?"

He told his envoy something in Demonic tongue.
A tech lock sets up a Shadowridge Hologram.
The warlock held up a small dark purple crystal.
“It is what we call “Warpstone”... it is small.. but very deadly...”

"Ohh?" Goh Yuet-yin grew interested with her eyes opening big, "Small but deadly? Like a precise deadly poison but much more fancy and deadly?"

"Wait a moment... ahh, no, continue. I have a question to ask later."

The hologram shows several menacing Warpguns with horns, spikes and emitting purple energies.
“The warpstone’s energy regenerates over time.. making reloading of these weapons unnecessary. A few moments wait and the energy is back up..” he continued

"Hmm..." Goh Yuet-yin seemed to be curious how can a warpstone regenerate its energy. But maybe it probably just regenerates.

"I guess this will be amazing!"

The hologram shows a guardsmen with a “Pattern 15X Semi-Automatic Warp Rifle”(displayed below the hologram). The guardsmen Fired several shots at a huge plate of metal. The warpgun put holes through the metal.
The next hologram shows a “Warpbuster”(looks like the Tankbuster’s weapon from RA3)
A guardsmen holding it fires a continuous stream of energy at a Leman Russ Tank. After about 20s of continuous “streaming”, he stopped and revealed the entire half of the Leman Russ tank gone.

"Ahh yes, with this weapon I can finally get rid of stubborn folks..." Goh Yuet-yin said with a chuckle.

“The warpgun doesn’t pierce or burn the armor up.. you see.. Warpstone are used on our spaceships to open Warp Portals to transverse large distances.. what Warp guns does is that it transports parts of what it touches into the Warp. No matter how powerful you Armor is, bit by bit, all of those chunks are now in the Warp... this next gun is the pinnacle of our weaponry... it is a ‘Warpshifter’”.

The Dragonqueen continued to be impressed.

The hologram shows a guardsmen with a heavier gun.
When this gun fired, it opened a portal about 5 meters in radius.
It is demonstrated to be able to open portals on walls.
On water, on stone, uneven surfaces, ceilings and floor even.
Then it shows a guardsmen firing a warpshifter. It opened a portal between two points. Other guardsmen fired through the portal and their bullets reached the other side without losing velocity.
It also shows it can be walked through.
“Unfortunately.. portal range is only 90 meters range...
We are willing to trade these exotic weapons, Warp crystals, some “convicts” with life sentences as slaves for their crimes.. what are your proposals your highness?”

"Ahh, interesting."

"But a hologram is not too reliable, isn't it?" she smiled with a mysterious look. "I have proposals too, but we will only begin our business after you showed me these fancy toys in action."

"But let's continue with the proposals anyway. For us, we have an abundance of many varieties of materials and plants. We have the Alphanites," said Goh Yuet-yin as she enlarged herself before their very eyes. Then she looked upwards and plucked glowing orange crystals from the ceiling, before shrinking back to normal size with these crystals on her hands.

"These glowing orange crystals, are the Alphanites. These crystals not only wield immense powers and deadly toxins infused with great magiks, but, they can grow and spread by themselves too. They make for great weapons and fuels, but they also make for fancy decorations too, if you trim them the correct way. And these crystals are a great way to light up the dark world of Alastorn, without reducing the power of the darkness. It may even negate conventional light's suppression of the dark. Besides, sometimes you can use it to trap enemies too. And of course to make strong poisoning. Beware though, the Alphanites if left unchecked may corrupt lands or even entire worlds."

"If the Alphanites go out of control, you can clean them with your fancy weapons like the Warpstone, I believe."

"Besides, we have skilled Geomancers that can make your mining and crafting works easier, but we have to renew their contract there every year, and have the choice to quit working after every year of contract."

===============

@bear_369

@Directive255 : How I follow Character's development The 3 Important Bs

lol

She looked away from her humility after being treated like a dog. She wanted to fight back but the shackles made her even worse in such severe condition, unable to fight nor retreat.

"Go to hell..", that's all she can said to a Nazi slut.

"Are you saying that to yourself?" Rhelsha chuckled while pinching Roswell's face playfully. "Oh, and I thought you're a dumb commie. Commies don't believe in any sort of heaven and hell, no?"

She doesn't like the idea of being a playmate to a 'little' boy. What kind of playmate she referred to, as a comfort woman? She attempts to struggle away from the shackles but no avail to her due only resulted in more pain, gasping in pain.

"Y-You're turning me into a sex slave? I'll won't let you, you Nazi slut!", she complained anxiously, struggling from the chains for her life.

Everyone laughed after hearing Roswell's words, especially Rhelsha and the Succubi.

Rhelsha shot a mysterious naughty look at Roswell and said with a big sadistic grin on her face. "Time will tell, sooner or later, time will tell."

***

(After being arrived in the dungeon)

Looking around the dungeon, she gets the sense of fear around her. But she kept her courage and bravery as she doesn't want her fear took over her. She really don't like being thrown into a prison and being treated poorly, but her helpless body is in bad condition, unable her to escape.

"You people sure love to imprison everyone and treat them as dogshit, don'tcha?", she said with her stern tone.

"For naughty bitches like you, we punish you folks dearly. If only you behaved better and stop believing in shitty Communism, you would have fared better than that." Rhelsha replied in a somewhat sorry tone.

"But no! Instead you thought it would be best to defy the Dragonqueen and then fuck with us! You thought you're a big great heroine, no? You thought we are some weaklings? Well, look at yourself right now, oh a badly hurt girl in jail!"

"All your rightful earnings, all the rightful earnings of your family and hardworking folks, got snatched away to lazy savage folks, or even worse, flew to the pockets of the elite cronies. And you have to live under a sick bunch of such cronies too, With drones and treacherous informers everywhere watching your every move. And your loved ones may end up in gulags anytime. Is this what you want, Maoist?"

"On the other hand, everyone prospered under the love and guidance of our great Dragonqueen. Everyone was fairly rewarded for every merit they contribute; but also punished rightfully for their wrongs. Everyone is free to pursue their wealth and power within the empire, and contribute as they see fit, as long as they don't cause any trouble and they pay homage to Her Supremacy."

"Typical doublethink," a person (Deroc) from the prison chamber said his snide remark. "Obsidians are not in any way better than Commies, Nazis and Banksters."

Arriving into a specific cell, there's a person in it, speaking something in german, this must be the playmate she referring to. Also, since the person speaks in german, she assumed them as a Nazi, which she doesn't really like.

"Here is your other playmate, little Roswell. Deroc Tschan Kok-yew. Look, this is another arrogant idiot like you. He was once a big ruler of a big empire. He who was once the Second Cakemaster. He grew too arrogant and then thought it would be best to mess with our Dragonqueen. But now? He's but a sorry hapless playboy for us!"

Deroc could do nothing but roll his tears as he heard Rhelsha's mean comments.

***

She looked away from this 'Cakey' to hide her embarrassment. She doesn't often show her body to men, thus this is the first time for her but not intentionally. She wanted to cover her body with her arms to hide her embarrassment from him but only if this Nazi slut let her.

"Are you shy, my lil' cute Roswell?" Rhelsha asked. "Ohh, don't be shy~~"

Rhelsha and her succubi forcibly pulled her arms away from hiding her body. While Deroc giggled with a horny look after witnessing this.

The wicked Rhelsha sniggered at this amusing scene. "Don't you enjoy it? Another ashamed noob getting to witness your moment of shame!"

As soon as she stood up as see 'Cakey' staring at her, she immediately covered her body.

"D-D-Don't look, you perverted fuck!", she complained loudly and embarrassed.

Deroc's head then leaned closer to Roswell and opened his eyes bigger, staring at Roswell with a naughty smirk.

"I want ah! I want to see you malu ah! You blow me wind ah? (Yeah, I want to look at you! I want to see you embarrassed! You don't stop and cry!)" Deroc replied in Manglish.

She looked away from him in feel of embarrassment and humility, having her sitting in this rottten cell with this Nazi-loving scum and a strange, hovering person.

Wadolf's body fell onto the ground after Rhelsha left the place.

(If @Zombie didn't respond within the next 24 hours, then I may take control of Wadolf)

"Booh~~" Deroc whispered to Roswell. Then he said in a funny tone, "Hey, welcome milady and milord! Ohh, here have a cake! Oops, we don't have any cake hehe~~"

She didn't respond to Deroc's question for a few minutes. She then responded him with this:

"My name and my reason of being here does not matter, you nazi-loving shit."

Deroc bursted out into laughter after hearing this.

"What? What is this?" he said while holding his laughter, "J-Just... why? Do I look like a Nazi to you?"

"Well, you don't say! Hah! My-my... Oh my... you're making me laugh."

Deroc then began lecturing this little Roswell before his very eyes, "Little girl, little did you know, that I fought against Nazis back then! That was like hundreds of years ago!" Deroc exclaimed while looking at Roswell with his big funny eyes, "Nazis are not in any way better than Commies and Banksters. All of you are the same Ignorants in essence."

"Do you know, I'm a Revital? Centrism and Meritocracy is the way to go, especially when matched with an awesome king and further fueled with a revolutionary passion. You folks of the Ignorance think you're better than one another, but you're all the same at the end of the day. Capitalism breeds greed, Communism breeds tyranny and Nazism breeds arrogance."

Again, she looked away from Deroc because of her helpless appearance. She wanted to kick his face for laughing her rotten look but she wouldn't.

"Go to hell..", she complained silently, still hiding her embarrassment.

"Huh. I thought Commies don't believe in heaven and hell." Deroc mocked.

She refused immediately and complained:

"I'll rather die in peace for the Great Soviets than being treated like dogshit."

"Ahh, commies. No wonder why you're so immersed into the Ignorance. Communism is as fucked up as Nazism, you know? Soviets and Maoists are as fucked up as the Obsidians and the Nazis."

Deroc shook his head and sighed, "Typical Ignorants. You're wasting your everything for the system of Ignorance. That Japanese witch did say something insightful about communism too."

He then looked at the dog treats, before looking at Roswell again. "Well, you can't keep on starving, can you? Even an immortal like me, who lived for many hundreds of years, still have to eat every day. Come on, eat some. Then maybe we can escape this hellhole together."

Then he looked at Roswell. "Yo, care to tell me what happened recently You seemed like a newcomer, not only to this hellhole, but also to this dark world."

***

@Edge45, @bear_369

"Ohh, ain't that sweet dear lovebirds." Suddenly a voice appeared. And this strange wraith wearing a hat and a long track coat appeared. It was Edge, breaking the fourth wall and do shits, and oh, he's already dead. "Allow me to better the moment."
*Plays a naughty yet sweet background music*
*Candle lights appeared and lit the dark cell*
"Irony to the Cakemaster with his story and the sweet commie lady. Cheers, and chacha." Edge faded and disappeared.

"Wait, what?" Deroc was shocked.

He then looked around and saw the strange wraith. Edge.
"Ahh, Edge!" Deroc exclaimed in happiness, "Hah, you're in here too! Wow, I have never seen here before!"

*Edge playing a naughty sweet music*
*Edge summoning candle lights*

"Hmm... you don't ship... me with that Ignorant?"
"Ohh... but I do have some feelings with this Ignorant. She's just too cute and too funny."

*Edge disappearing*

"Wait, what?" Deroc opened his mouth as big as a plate. He was shocked and disheartened. "Edge? Hello? Where are you?"
"Am I high on drugs? C'mon, where are you?"

"Oh, I guess I am hallucinating. Maybe nostalgia hits me hard after three centuries or so staying here."

***

"Hmm... wait a moment"
He looked at the cell, it was still lit by the candle light. Deroc touched the fire of a candle. It was still burning. Then Deroc touched the candles, they were still existing.

"Strange..."
"If Edge could appear here and disappear at will... that means there must be some way out..."

Deroc then tried to look at the walls and floors carefully.
Eventually, he saw a faint orange glow on a corner. He could felt some faint energies there.

"What is this... feels familiar by the way..."
Deroc then paused to think for a moment, looking around as he gathered his thoughts. "Ahh! Alphanites... but... wait... let's try to burn the corner with the candle fire..."

Deroc then pulled a candle out and carefully moved it towards the corner. He then tried to burn the corner.
The glow grew stronger and eventually, the wall and the floor at the corner cracked. Rays of shiny orange light escaped from the cracks.

"Wunderbar!" Deroc shouted happily. But he hesitated for a moment. "How should I use those things to my advantage..."

After a moment of silence, he then leaned close to the cracks and inhaled the air. Soon, Deroc glew in faint yellow and his muscles hardened. His eyes once again radiated in a brilliant green hue.

"Finally..." a loud and thunderous voice rang in the entire prison chamber. "I have regained some powers..."

Deroc looked at Roswell for a moment, but then turned back immediately. "No, not a good idea to let her. It's poisonous for a mere mortal, and harmful to a mind already poisoned in Ignorance. And then what if she managed to get strong as me? I don't want her to die, nor do I want Ignorance enslaving entire worlds."

"Now I just need to meditate. I must break those stupid magiks one day, and only when Rhelsha is away."

As soon as Deroc finished, he sat with his legs crossed, meditating like a monk while taking deep breaths. As he mediated and breathed, his glow grew stronger and some warmth could be felt from his position.

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@Edge45

But later, Arranid researchers began observing these particles and took samples, and then cleaned the wastes.

These particles seem to have some sort of souls in their own. They are highly resistant to most things, but they are weakened when exposed to photon. Their corrosive properties were lost after they collect those particles, however. These particles were now dormant. It is impossible to awaken them, let alone twist and bend them with the mind, soul and heart, with many tried methods.

***

(responding to the intel later)

 

[Leo Akastenix]

@Directive255

No it’s not a Chrono Gun. It transports what it’s energy touches into the “Warp” or another dimension. When it touches organic matter, it sorts of “burn” the cells into the warp. Same goes with other matter, it transports it too. Think of it as a particle transporter.

By regenerate, I mean that the energy in it regenerates.. sort of like mana..

After the trade port was set up, the first shipment of FelEnergy canisters, Mecha-Servitors, Titanium and fel weaponries were transported.
“Here is a manual for operating the Mecha Servitors.. Here are the weapons, don’t play with them and these are the metals” the trade agent said when it arrived into the city.

——Palace—-
“I was hoping you would say that....” the warlock smiled.
Suddenly a portal opened and guardsmen bearing crates of Warpstone, Warpweaponry(and its manuals) and luxury items such as jewelery(with magical nature).
“That was the demonstration..” the warlock said smiling.
“We are happy to accept your proposals. We would like a “cultural exchange” between us. Perhaps you could send some of your loyal geomancers to our academies and in turn we will send some of our Warlocks, Techlocks and Gearmancers to teach science and magics? What do your highness say? We are happy on the other terms. We would be greatly interested in these Alphanites... We are always looking for new technology..” he continued

 

[Daffa]

The Obsidians took notes again. They were quite fascinated by the trickeries which the Phantoms called as Battle Arts.

Some of the Obsidian troops gathered to watch the show as well. But then some of them have heard the term "Shattering Void" spoken by Ahanne and got fascinated.
One of them asked Ahanne, "What is a Shattering Void if I may ask, lady? Is this some sort of shielding, I suppose?"

"Shattering Void is a high level Battle Art that is capable of blocking most magic from bypassing a specific point where it was created," Ahanne said, "more of it's detail can be seen when the show begins."

Ahanne walks near the stage created, she points her right hand forward and said, "Shattering Void". She then gestures her hand in a hexagon formation, as a thin, invisible wall rotates around the stage. Azketh then goes to the other side of the wall, unaffected, and then prepares for the show.

"Alright, today I will show some of the more fascinating tricks than our last show 3 months ago. We will start with this," Azketh said and he points his hand toward the audience, "Binding Art 30 : Red Cannon!"
A powerful red ball forms in front of him and then fires toward the audience. Some of the audience looks quite surprised but when it collides with the thin wall, it explodes without leaving any mark except some smoke. As soon as the smoke lifts, Azketh's lower body is gone.

Some of the audience is surprised to see him floating with half body. The medic and some audience starts to panic.
"Calm down."
Azketh then starts firing several Red Cannon balls and it causes the stage to be filled with smokes. As the smoke lifts, Azketh completely disappears. After a brief of confusion of where he is, with the medic is afraid of something wrong occurs, a thin line appears, followed by it expanding into an eclipse as Azketh reveals his presence again.

The audience of 5th division clapped in amaze.

 

[Cherrymage]

@Leo Akastenix

@Directive255

No it’s not a Chrono Gun. It transports what it’s energy touches into the “Warp” or another dimension. When it touches organic matter, it sorts of “burn” the cells into the warp. Same goes with other matter, it transports it too. Think of it as a particle transporter.

By regenerate, I mean that the energy in it regenerates.. sort of like mana..

I know the concept yes, but I was thinking that the warp weapons might be abused/exploited to delete big bosses easily... or should I keep it so that things will be more fun?

Of course I know it regenerates like mana, but Goh Yuet-yin doesn't exactly know, or she is curious how it regenerates like mana.

***

After the trade port was set up, the first shipment of FelEnergy canisters, Mecha-Servitors, Titanium and fel weaponries were transported.
“Here is a manual for operating the Mecha Servitors.. Here are the weapons, don’t play with them and these are the metals” the trade agent said when it arrived into the city.

One of the Whampoa scholar (technician + mage) asked, "Excuse me, but are there any manuals for the Fel energy?"

"Woo nice,"
Some scholars then went to configure their Mecha-Servitors, which they simply call as Servitors.

While the Whampoans gladly took the shipments of Titanium and fel weaponries, then stashed them in safe vaults across their Reich. Some fel weaponries were taken by the 120 top elite heroes of the Whampoa Revival Army.

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@Leo Akastenix

——Palace—-
“I was hoping you would say that....” the warlock smiled.
Suddenly a portal opened and guardsmen bearing crates of Warpstone, Warpweaponry(and its manuals) and luxury items such as jewelery(with magical nature).

"Wait a moment... how can you open a portal here? This place is supposed to be shielded!" a shocked Yuet-yin said. "But anyways, I think we can proceed here this time. Next time, you won't be able to open a portal inside the throne chamber here."

"Anyways, let's go on."

“That was the demonstration..” the warlock said smiling.

"Woo," the Dragonqueen then opened the crates. Her eyes widened at first sight. She was impressed, especially after seeing the enhanced jewelery. "Nice, I love them all!"

"Honeys! Help me get my goodies in the storages!"

A kawaii youthful man and a giant muscular man rushed for the Dragonqueen. They bowed before her. After Yuet-yin nodded, they got up. The big muscular man, Big Cloud, then lifted these crates with his bare hands. While Kee Wah lifted his right hand up, conjuring kinetic energies that hover these crates for him. They then went into two different caves where they would stash these goodies somewhere safe.

“We are happy to accept your proposals. We would like a “cultural exchange” between us. Perhaps you could send some of your loyal geomancers to our academies and in turn we will send some of our Warlocks, Techlocks and Gearmancers to teach science and magics? What do your highness say? We are happy on the other terms. We would be greatly interested in these Alphanites... We are always looking for new technology..” he continued

"Yes," Goh Yuet-yin nodded with a big smile, "This is a great deal, I agree! But please make sure to treat my Geomancers well."
"If possible, I also ask for our own embassy to be built in your capital."

"I believe we can settle for now. If Hakyiu needs something, we will contact you via the embassy. Alright?"

If there was nothing more to discuss, then the Dragonqueen would say "Alright, you may leave now."

===============

"Shattering Void is a high level Battle Art that is capable of blocking most magic from bypassing a specific point where it was created," Ahanne said, "more of it's detail can be seen when the show begins."

"Ohh... I can't wait to see this show." the Obsidian troop replied. "But is this Shattering Void permanent and long-lasting?"
Strong magikal presence could be felt from this particular Obsidian troop.

Ahanne walks near the stage created, she points her right hand forward and said, "Shattering Void". She then gestures her hand in a hexagon formation, as a thin, invisible wall rotates around the stage. Azketh then goes to the other side of the wall, unaffected, and then prepares for the show.

"Alright, today I will show some of the more fascinating tricks than our last show 3 months ago. We will start with this," Azketh said and he points his hand toward the audience, "Binding Art 30 : Red Cannon!"
A powerful red ball forms in front of him and then fires toward the audience. Some of the audience looks quite surprised but when it collides with the thin wall, it explodes without leaving any mark except some smoke. As soon as the smoke lifts, Azketh's lower body is gone.

"What?!" the very same Obsidian troop exclaimed, "How can it happen?! Is this some portal magik?"

Some of the audience is surprised to see him floating with half body. The medic and some audience starts to panic.
"Calm down."
Azketh then starts firing several Red Cannon balls and it causes the stage to be filled with smokes. As the smoke lifts, Azketh completely disappears. After a brief of confusion of where he is, with the medic is afraid of something wrong occurs, a thin line appears, followed by it expanding into an eclipse as Azketh reveals his presence again.

The audience of 5th division clapped in amaze.

All of the Obsidian spectators cheered and clapped in amusement too.

"Interesting..." the same Obsidian troop said in a somewhat darker voice. "I want to see more of the show!"

 

[Leo Akastenix]

@Directive255

Perhaps, fun

The servitors have blueprints for construction of Fel Generators, Fel Reactors and Fel Engines(an engine powered by fel energy. Can be used to replace vehicle or mech engines) built into them from the start with detailed instructions.

The warlock bowed
"Of course, we welcome your embassies. I will make sure that the Geomancers and the envoys have proper treatment. We will allow you to set up two embassies, one in our regional capital "Leorius" and one in our Imperial Capitsl "Shadowfall". But the distance from shadowfall to Alastorn is about 2 Galaxies apart. Dont worry, it wont take long. About 2 Alastornian days with warp travel. Your highness could perhaps select your envoys and geomancers? We will pick then up from our embassy. Until then, next time your higness" the warlock continued.
"Oh and expect a retinue of our warlocks, techlocks and gearmancers within 1 Alastornian day!" The envoy then left.

Fel Generator: Provides power for several houses or defences. Can recharge Fel Battries for Fel Weaponry here in an emergency[since those batteries regenerate energies]

Fel Reactor: Basically Power Plant.

 

[Edge45]

@bear_369

"Ya making fun of me, cyka blyat? I'll rape you to death!" Bear said as he proceeds raping Edge.

Turns out the Edgy who was being raped turned into a Kobayashi pillow only with a troll face. Edge is hilariously laughing on the 5th wall. "Good thing I'm already dead huehuehuehue."

Spoiler: ...

===========================
+ @Directive255

"Now I just need to meditate. I must break those stupid magiks one day, and only when Rhelsha is away."

As soon as Deroc finished, he sat with his legs crossed, meditating like a monk while taking deep breaths. As he mediated and breathed, his glow grew stronger and some warmth could be felt from his position.

"Good lad. Know that I'm only an egg-illusion in your mind. So allow me to interrupt your focus." Edge's voice constantly trolls Deroc with different tones ranging from old guys to ladies who are having a good time in motels and bars. As well as geeks laughing at memes.
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Second Stage
-- The Arranids come to know more.

Fast moving hydrofoil groups spreaded out of the Arranid armada from all directions. They head out a mile before they stop, and then a frigate-sized warships follow them when seen on the surface. These warships are also accompanied by their own smaller ships and aircrafts. Expanding the visibility and radius of the Arranid radar.

A notable group here, is that the Emir's advisor rode with a hydrofoil group heading south. Their numbers are few, about seven vessels. Behind them are just three warships with escort vessels and aircrafts, but they did not follow the fast-moving recon group.

Perhaps I should be interrupti-err.. interacting with others too :>

 

[Leo Akastenix]

@Edge45

Wait a sec.. are they in space?
Then they could bump into the Shadowridge Armada orbiting Alastorn.

 

[Edge45]

@Edge45

Wait a sec.. are they in space?
Then they could bump into the Shadowridge Armada orbiting Alastorn.

Nope. When I mean "when seen on the surface", I actually mean if they were seen not when somebody's underwater. They are currently seafaring, not on space in other words.