[Roleplay] Flames of War

[Chaosy]

@Directive
Your dedication is admirable

 

[Cherrymage]

@Chaosy: And so is yours too (Chaosy and friends' backstories)

 

[Chaosy]

My pastebin is much less detailed though.
Overall I've put in way less effort.

 

[Edge45]

@Directive: Hey now, hold your horses xD, you have to be dead if you want to enter Death's realm.
Besides, Jupiter has its own afterlife, so there are no ways to access his realm. Unless if you kill yourself with some mojos.

Anyway, I gotta get me a pastebin entry for the Realm...

 

[Chaosy]

@Directive: Hey now, hold your horses xD, you have to be dead if you want to enter Death's realm.

Yay!

 

[Cherrymage]

@Edge: ......... I still wonder if Death is dead, then what would happen?

Can't I just open a portal with some advanced technology enchanted with magic? Never mind.

 

[Chaosy]

I feel like that would create some kind of paradox.
I suspect that can't happen the realm would likely be obliterated at the very least.

 

[Edge45]

Indeed, though it will not destroy existence, it will cause chaos in the after life

Updated my pastebin entry, Death is now included, though not the Order yet, Pastebin

 

[Chaosy]

I'd argue that without Death the afterlife wont exist. At least in the dimension where the realm originated (wherever that is).
Not that it matters since it's unlikely to happen.

Thinking about creating another faction for fresh air. I'd not obliterate Genesis, I'd simply make them stay put in their realms making them remain as a threatening existence (from a political perspective) but not acting.

 

[Leo Akastenix]

The plasma napalms were capable of exploding during flight -- if the pilots initiated self-destruct sequence. As the scarabs gathered around the Warthog, the plasma napalms suddenly burst into chains of mega explosions and hopefully burn and tear the scarabs with their sheer power.
"Sir.. they destroyed 3 Swarms of Sacrabs..." an officer reported.
"Well... send out 5 more..., we have acces to 30" the admiral said.
hatches opened to show 5 more swarms of sacrabs... When the Critzkriegs suddenly locked their homing missiles on the Warthogs and started firing their bolters at them.

 

[Daffa]

Updated rules about dimensional pathways.
This applies from the moment this post created.

 

[Cherrymage]

Hatches opened to show 5 more swarms of scarabs... When the Critzkriegs suddenly locked their homing missiles on the Warthogs and started firing their bolters at them.

As the Pazis are becoming more desparate, they have released several squadrons of smaller funny-looking jets to distract the scarabs, hopefully the scarabs would target them instead of the Warthogs. If one of these funny jets are destroyed, something wrong's gonna happen!

 

[Edge45]

Ahem...

"Good, we'll move out with the order from Sir Deldrach.

 

[Cherrymage]

Aren't they resting-- If memory serves, didn't Deldrach tell them to stay here and bolster their defenses? "Move out" means leaving an area as far as I know.

The original, unedited post told Forde to evacuate the citizens, but then I changed it and Deldrach told him to stay and bolster the defenses...

 

[Edge45]

Oh I see, I kinda forgot your edited post

 

[Chaosy]

Aedari stood in front of something that seemed like a small hill.
In fact it was just rubble she had stacked, the remains of the stone that she had smashed.
She let out a sigh as she started to carry the larger pieces of the rubble and move it elsewhere. Some were thrown in the river, others were placed randomly in the large forest. Her body would eventually get quite some muscle after all of this was done, it was almost a waste since the crafted bodies of the underworld were often sacrificed at some point in time, thus most did not bother to re-train the bodies each time.

 

[Cherrymage]

After days of unnoticed recovery and preparation, the Pazis launched a sudden Blitzkrieg against the unprepared PIA troops, which were just beginning to prepare their defenses. Battalions of enormous tanks, painted in deathly gray, drove through their way south and steamrolled tons of puny PIA forces into potato chips of scrap metals and bloody crimson meat. While tons of fancy-looking men in gray marched toward the southern Pherithian lands and slaughtered every single opposition standing on their way. Rains of V4 Rockets poured through the hapless PIA bases and outposts, reducing them into ashes.

A new type of tank, the Panther IVs, was introduced to the battlefield. These Panthers are surprisingly fast, even faster than the Stryker IFVs, and yet they are almost as powerful as the bulky Tiger VIs. The Panthers have one drawback in its design though, its side armor is susceptible to damage, though it would not be much of an issue as their sides are usually covered by the mighty Tiger VIs and infantries.
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@Everone: I'll be unavailable from tomorrow (4 June 2016 CE) until the next Monday, 6 June 2016 CE.

 

[Edge45]

@Directive: cya later then
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The word came quick of the Partisan's attacks. They were coming soon towards their base. "Oh no, they're coming, sound the alarm! Get yourselves ready, and power up those Prism Towers to full power." The Captain yelled at giving ordera, the entire base was on full alert.

Forde on the other hand, whistled and whistled with the breeze blowing against him. "Break times over, let's go."
He headed towards his base, waiting.

 

[Daffa]

Nevar utilize her magic to blast away all the cadres away. As if she's just doing a simple gesture, the same blast threw the elf away for quite a considerable distance. The same goes for Magus.

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"Guess old friends always be fun, isn't it?" Zayritzk smile like he usually do. "Now kids, do the job while I do our little fun game, okay?" Zayritzk continue which is replied with a nod by both Daffa and Raven.

A hail of arrows rain over the faceless troops summoned over them. Followed that, a rain of black magic bombards them as if they're nothing but mere rocket targets.

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"Well... I guess I can enjoy being in a simple strive for now." Prata looked at the unaware elves. She looked at the other end as she sees the rebels of Oceania.
"Hmm... Provoking them from one another would be much easier then." Prata thought to herself as she created something from thin air.

Well, she formed an elf out of thin air. Whom would expect that the elf is pretty similar to the Flardyn elves. Prata smiled at her self created elf. She created many of them.
She then decided to order the elf to attack the rebel's encampment. As soon as the elves attacks, the rebels are surprised and infuriated.

Not long later, a squadron of Rocketeers are detected approaching the Flardyn elves residing at Java Island.
While Prata continue elsewhere...

 

[Leo Akastenix]

As the Pazis are becoming more desparate, they have released several squadrons of smaller funny-looking jets to distract the scarabs, hopefully the scarabs would target them instead of the Warthogs. If one of these funny jets are destroyed, something wrong's gonna happen!
'The jets look too funny... Do not target them.. I am suspicious.." The admiral said. The Sacrabs ignored the jets and proceeded to start clawing into the the Warthogs.

 

[Chaosy]

Metagaming

 

[Cherrymage]

Nevar utilize her magic to blast away all the cadres away. As if she's just doing a simple gesture, the same blast threw the elf away for quite a considerable distance. The same goes for Magus.

The Plasma Cadres were pushed violently toward the walls and too serious damages. The elf was also affected too, she was like as if a force punched her flying toward the walls and floors. The impact has cracked many of the elf's bones and she shrieked in pain.

"Quick!" shouted the elf as she desperately crawled toward Magus as fast as she could (as slow as a crawling baby).

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A hail of arrows rain over the faceless troops summoned over them. Followed that, a rain of black magic bombards them as if they're nothing but mere rocket targets.

Some smaller Faceless Ones did indeed take some damage, but the arrows were not enough to endanger any one of them. The tougher Faceless Ones seemed to be perfectly fine and unharmed. These creatures burst out waves of dark laughters after the arrows showered upon them. And the black magics only served to heal and strengthen the Faceless Ones.

Suddenly, the earth trembled brutally and a REALLY loud dark monstrous roar was heard from the deep layers of ground. A huge, gigantic Forgotten One emerged from the soils along with some tentacles (with mouths but no eyes). A barrage of twilight magics and curses pounded the Oceania trio. One of the fat tentacle-worms surfaced just in front of Zayritzk, Daffa and Raven. The starving tentacle unleashed a savage roar as its hungry mouth reached for them in a great speed.

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Not long later, a squadron of Rocketeers are detected approaching the Flardyrn elves residing at Java Island.
"The very same invaders of our land! Crush them!" said one of their commanders as the Belore'merai (Solar Cannon) zapped the Rocketeers with their roasting sunrays.
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Unfortunately, these funny jets are also capable of self-exploding at any time they wish. As the hordes of scarabs flew pass through these funny jets, the jets followed their tails and continue heading toward them until they reach the center...

 

[Edge45]

Forde arrives at the base. "Commander Forde! Enemy forces are coming." Said the Captain. "So it seems, we'll be on the offensive this time."

"Err.. Commander Forde, didn't Command want us to def..." the Captain was interrupted by Forde "I have an order, we attack, and we commence on my signal. Now move!" The Captain then spreads the order for the attack.

 

[Chaosy]

Eventually Aedari managed to move most of the larger boulders. She could not feel the pain from the aching muscles, however she felt that the body started t worn out, seeming less effective in the manual labor. She had to let it rest soon enough, or it would fall a part sooner or later. She fought about it, she had not eaten in days. With a disappointed sigh she wandered into the forest in search for prey. Due her being able to sense water in the blood of those around her, finding a moose would not prove too troublesome. She simply threw a punch from afar making her weapon fly towards the moose cutting of the head before it knew it had happened. Aedari then sat down on her knees before leaning forward to eat the raw meat of the main body, hide and all after all she could not taste either.

With a bloody face (due the eating) she returned to her slightly refined cave as she leaned against the chilled wall letting the body sleep for a few hours, after all there would be no point in doing it if the body died before she was finished. In her vague consciousness during her sleep she was informed that the conflict for Deroc was yet over. The thought annoyed her but it did not wake her up completely.
Yet, while partly awake she started to consider her decision to give up on Deroc for the time being. She might have made a mistake, but she might also have been correct she would never know and that annoyed her even more. "Aedari will just finish the tomb.." she declared as she was about to stand up again. "rest is for the dead. Oh right.." she sat down once more fully falling asleep this time.

 

[Cherrymage]

@Edge: I have something in mind... but I am not sure. It's roughly about strategies and tactics. As Pherith Empire suffered from the conflicts, how about a great drop on economy (including military budget)?

Due to the inflation and poverty spreading all over the Pherithian nation, all military costs (unit production, structure production, etc.) are now doubled!!! And certain fancy technologies are now disabled!!!

Disabled Technologies (First Round):

• Plasma Cadre
• Prism Fence
• Falcon Prism Hovercraft
• Mirage Tanks
• Fleenzub Bomber
• Prism Tower
• Prism Pyramid
• Obelisk of Light
• Obelisk of Darkness

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As a result of the burning Flames of Wars and crushing Tides of Wars, the economics of Pherith was depressed as a result. Everything is now different. There's no longer any sights of cold people walking and sitting with smartphones, no longer any sights of busy traffics and most of the signature bakeries of Pherith ceased to function.

Desperate robbers and thieves barged and robbed as much food and money as they could. Even the shopkeepers put their rules aside and took some food for themselves. Starving people lying on the streets littered with piles of garbage, riots broke out in the settlements, workers stopped working......

Many of the Pherithian cities has descended into chaos and poverty. Due to the mayhem, the economics of Pherith did not get better but instead continue to deteriorate. As a result, costs of military budgets have dramatically increased and certain higher technologies are unavailable for further production.

The defense lines of the PIA continue to collapse. The defenders of Pherith not only have to deal with the unrest but also the Pazis along with the economic issues. While the Pazis continued to grow and gather more supports from the Pherithian human and orc commoners, as well as the favor of elf-haters.

"Unfortunately, commander Forde, our economics has gone into decline. You'll have to spend a lot more Pherithmarks for productions, and some of our advanced technologies are disabled. Many of our towns have been descending into chaos, and they are turning their favors to the Pazis." Deldrach informed Forde in a saddened tone.

 

[Edge45]

@Directive: You do realize that this events will cause more people to join the Partisans, on a realistic thought, massive civil war. Though I do like the seriousness.
I'll put the terrain as well, since its pretty much a hilly valley, with desert to forest vegetation.
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"..." Forde nods and thinks awhile. "At this rate, we'll be defeated by the Pazi assault." Forde suddenly has a plan in his mind, the drill APC's that was used by the Plasma Cadres were still intact. "Captain, change of plans..."

 

[Cherrymage]

@Edge: It was my plan to turn this into a massive civil war, like the Spanish and Chinese Civil Wars. And to add stuffs like the Great Depression to the Pherith Empire.

Also, I thought I need some change of plans for the sake of balance and fun, as well as providing some difficult challenges for you.

It's advised to bring as many of facilities and machineries as you can away to Peninsula Jassalenor, to stop the Pazis from using them while keeping them for our convenience.
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(adding stuffs)

 

[Chaosy]

A side RP between me and Edge. We did this in the hive chat, I posted it here for reference.



A giant tree stood alone on a otherwise green hill, not far from a small village. If one walked closer he could see the following sentences engraved into the bark

'Strange things did happen here,'
'If we met at midnight,'
'In the hanging tree'​

the character seemed glow faintly. A stone resembling a simple grave stone would be in front of the tree. 'R.I.P' was engraved into it.


A young man, about the age of 19, wears a light blue leather hat, a light blue shirt, covered with a brown coat. A brown belt he wears, with brown leggings, and brown boots.
Carry in right side, a sword, seemingly a Cutlass, and his left, he carries a small note. From his back, he carries a backpack. He opens the note, which is his journal, there read "My name is Crowley..." written at the title page.
He took sight of the giant tree while on his way, seems like it was what he was looking for. He approaches, and reads... "Hmmm" he wonders, he took notice of the grave., wondering...


As the man stood by the tree, something shimmering likely caught his eye. Something vague, barely visible seemed to exit the tree and slowly float around in the air, circling around the gravestone a few times.
It taking a few minutes before seeming to return into the tree where it then disappeared.
If one listened carefully someone seemed to sing the words carved into the bark with a silent voice. The voice seemed manly but it was hard to tell due the low tone.

"Oh" the man reacted. "Hello, is anybody here" he said after listening to the voice. He wrotes to his journal "Day 4, Afternoon, I have found the tree, engraved from its barks the words '...' and a grave resting beside."

No reply was given to the poetic-like man, at least not by the shimmer he had seen. A voice called out from behind, down the road.
A simple-looking middle aged man looked nervously around as he shouted: "Ye better stay 'way from that tree lad, tis cursed ye see! you'll bring unfortune to all of us!"
the man then returned to progress down the road towards the nearby village, while carrying two sacks of grain, likely being a worker from the local fields.

"Hmmm... curse? ..." the man wonders. He decides to head to the village, to find answers. He approaches the village, seemingly looking for the man that warned him...


By the time Crowley reached the village, the man who'd spoken to him were nowhere to be seen. However the village was not very large so it would likely not be difficult to find him in the long run.
One could likely make some logical assumptions of his whereabouts as well.

Crowley was not able to see the man, he approached an old woman and asks "Excuse me, do you know of a man who works in the fields? he tells the woman of the man's description,...

The woman turned around with slight trouble due her age. "These eyes do not see much these days, I'm afraid.." the woman looked up towards Crowley. "You seem young, lad. Otherwise I cannot tell much, what I can tell ye though, is that most men gather at the tavern after their works."
"If they're useful in their state is another question though." the woman said with a smile.

"Thank you, it's all I need." He leaves the old woman and heads to the tavern. He opens the door, and there were many men with all their gossips. Crowley decides to sit in the bar stool... he listens, carefully of what all these strangers are saying...

Upon him entering the tavern some turned their heads to catch a sight of the latecomer. Travelers through the village was not uncommon but it was not common enough to not draw slight attention either. However after a quick glance they returned to their previous business.
"I tell ye, the beast almost bit me entire arm of!" a man said
"Right." his comrade commented as he took a sip "Like the time you told us about the -amazing- treasure you found - it was a painted stone!"
"The stone looked exactly like gold, on my honor!"
"Your 'honor' is about as worthless as your cock. If you're going to impress the lass with your stories you might want to tell true ones."

The insulting man was then lightly slapped across his chin from behind. "Keep it down Will you?" a young woman with hair almost as red as blood asked. She wore quite elegant clothes considering the village standards.

"Ye, ye." the man replied with a grin at the waitress' little wordplay while massaging his chin slightly. "Way ahead of ye, mate." he said jokingly to his braging friend with a vague point to his chin.

The waitress progressed between the tables, eventually arriving at Crowley's table. "Your order, sir?"

"Oh, just a tea, if there are any." Crowley replies, and turned his head to the girl. He looks as if he has gotten his interest to the girl after slapping the noisy man.

"Mhm, not a wide variety though. Most prefer different kind of booze after all. But then again you may not be old enough to like it even - ignore that, I should not comment on your likely young age, it gets annoying for me too when everyone points it out. Regardless, I'll be back in a second." she turned around to disappear behind the bar desk and into the staff only room.

In the meantime the tavern was relatively quiet, considering most of those in it were drunk. Reason may be that some were satisfied staring at the waitress as she made her way between the tables. The man Crowley searched for did not seem to be there, but then again it was hard for Crowly to see everyone's face from a single point of view without moving around.
Eventually she'd return to Crowly's table as well with the cup of tea. "Did not have any tea prepared due the low demand, sorry for the delay. Enjoy." she then walked up some stair and disappeared from sight. A sight could be read "Rooms".

Crowley recieves the tea, "Ah thanks, miss." He drinks a sip of the tea, and asks to the woman. "Say, you look like you've been here awhile, anything you can say about that giant tree further away?" He asks gently, then he turned his head to the people around and faces the woman back...

The waitress shook her head. "It was there long before my birth, the rumors seems to be almost as old as the village itself. I don't quite believe any of them - they seem so.. unreal, but I guess they serve well as the horror stories they are. Sour talk will sour the tea." she said before turning her back.
Apparently the only ones to know about the tree's circumstances would be the aged villagers, the young generation merely knew the rumors and treated them as campfire stories at this point.

"I see, I don't mind souring the tea." Crowley touches his hat, then continues "Who is the eldest of the people in this village?" He asks, before the woman moves on...

"I see.. well, I guess that would be old man Morlon, he lives in the red painted house down the street there's some weirdly shaped spoons hanging from the roof's edge it's easy to find that way."
"Oi! Alice! Bring us more ale from Redwood eh!?" some men from a table across the tavern yelled, they seemed to play some sort of game.
"Coming!" Alice (the waitress) shouted. "Sorry, duty calls. Come by some other time, it's nice not having to deal solely with these old geezers all the time."
"I suggest you wait until tomorrow though. It's quite late after all." she told Crowley as she looked behind her over her shoulder

"Hm, thanks for the information." Crowley finishes his tea. "Glad for your service, miss" Crowley bows to Alice like a gentleman, ignoring the men that looks at him.
He then leaves the tavern with a thought in mind "Alice... interesting." Taking what the woman said into account, he will have to wait since it's twilight. He searches for an inn, and founds one. He calls for an innkeeper, and rents a room...

Some angry mumbles were heard from a few of the men at the tavern, the citizen of the village were closely knit together and they certainly didn't like that strangers hit on one of their 'treasures'. However they also understood that the man had done nothing a part from being unusually well mannered - for now.

Crowley sits at the rented room's bed. He opens his journal and writes... "Day 4, I met a man that I was not able to see... an old woman... I went to a tavern... met a woman named Alice... the village elder Morlon... I've ended this day's page. ~ Crowley." Crowley pauses awhile, "Master Ed, someday, we'll meet again..." he then takes his rest.

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"The sun has risen, but the time is still early. Already, Crowley have awoken, and decides to head in the elder's home. He brings all his objects, and leaves the inn with the needed money.


As fate would have it, a knock on the door would be heard. "Breakfast is ready." a man announced through the door, the footsteps would then appear to progress down the corridor where the man announced the same to the other rooms. However since Crowley would not stay for breakfast that would not matter. The village was already on its feet as most got up by sunrise on a daily basis. Shouts from merchants announcing their prices, and annoyed customer arguing for a cheaper price, not much different from other villages or cities. Were he to approach a certain red house though, there would be no one around to be seen.

Crowley not reaching the certain house's yard, feels an aroma of silent. Yet he continues, from ground to porch, he knocked the door "Anybody home?" He called

If Crowley had good ears he could hear vague footsteps that slowly but surely became more obvious as they seemed to approach the door, it would take quite a while almost making an average person knock again. However the owner of the house would be the eldest in the village so being quick as not to be expected. Eventually a old worn down man opened the door.
He slowly eyes Crowley up and down "I don't think me knows you.. took the wrong turn?" he asked with a croaking voice.
A sudden wind blew and made the spoons hanging from the roof make a metalic sound as they collided. The mans head turned unusually fast, staring at the spoons for a second before turning his gaze back as if nothing had happened.

"No, I am not, I came here, for just a lovely conversation, mister elder." He bowed after his reply. Minding the breeze and the sound, he notices but chooses to ignore. "I am just a simple curious man, and I just wanted a question, if I may introduce myself, if not you mind."

"A very well mannered lab ye are. Come in, come in. I and me old house get so few visitors these days." he turned around leaving the door open for Crowley to enter. "I should have something to treat ye with somewhere 'round 'ere.." he declared after entering what seemed to be the 'kitchen.' Eventually he return with a simple plate with a few.. things on it. They seemed to be some form of cookies from the looks of it, the smelled quite well.

Crowley entered, "Thank you mister, but I do not need to it." Gently he declined yet asks for a question "If I ask, mister Morlon? Is it not. Would you have a brief talk with me, if I may sit?

"Your loss." the Morlon said happily as he ate one. "What brought you here then?" he asked afterwards. He simply nodded allowing Crowley to sit where he pleases.

Crowley sits in a chair politely. "I came here, as a lady suggested to me, that you may know something. Regarding of the giant tree and the grave beside it."

"Ah.." Morlon sat silent for a second or two. "Everyone know the tales, so I assume ye did not come for those. The story change each time it travels from mouth to mouth and this story has been around for a long time.. " he took another cookie as he gathered his thoughts. "Tell me, why do you want to know? from what I know you're not from the village, and you seem to young to be an historian."

"Indeed I am, but some people, including me, just like to find out." Crowley coughed himself once, and changes from his gentle to serious mood. "If I may please, mister Morlon, I not know the story myself. So perhaps you could tell me of the story told to childrens before they sleep, the story that is told infront of a blazing fire, the story of everybody in this village knows."

"As much as I used to love telling tales and stories in the past.. my voice does no longer permit me the long and detailed version. In short, the tree is not special in any way, except it has been around for an unusually long time, it should have been dead many years ago.
The grave however.. it belongs to a ruthless murderer, he was hanged in that very tree. The bodies.. were in a disgusting manner, to this day we also suspect canabalism, but he did not admit that needless to say."
Tis was a very strange man, he had worked for an alchemist for almost his whole adult life without doing anything out of the ordinary."

"I see, I could imagine the story myself." Crowley adds it to his journal. "He works for an alchemist, do you of him?"

The man shook his head. "Should be long dead, he was quite a bit older than me you see. You can meet his replacement though."

"Replacement?" Crowley questions and wondered. "Where can I meet this person, if I ask?"

"The alchemists used to live in a small house in our humble village's outskirts, but they got employed by Baron Gormen quite a few years back. You'll have to travel almost a mile north to reach his manor. He don't want to be associated with us common folk ye see."

"Hmm..." Again, Crowley writes something in his journal. "I see, anything else you could say about, mister Morlon?"

"What keeps people interested in this little tale is that many claim to see weird things by the tree. Spirits, beasts, god knows what the youths come up with."

"Spirits and beasts..." Crowley said to himself, thinking of the strange light he saw on the tree, but he decides not to tell it.

"I bet you'll find others who claim they saw a dragon as well." the man snorted.

"Well, I can confirm the dragon, but I do not imagine that they can see one here." Crowley wears his hat, and stands. "I guess our conversation is finish, mister Morlon. I'll go where I must go, so thank you for your time."

"Very well, farewell." Morlon said as he returned the plate to its origin.

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"Farewell to thee" Crowley bowed himself before the old man as he did to the woman in the tavern. He leaves the house, and decides to head back to the tree, before he can continue north. Arriving on the hill, he reads the carvings on the bark again...

'Strange things did happen here,'
'If we met at midnight,'
'In the hanging tree'​

"Hmm.." Crowley continues to wonder, though he did not mind it anymore. He continued to the road north, where he's gonna find the alchemist. He takes an apple from his bag, and takes a bite as he walks.

 

[Leo Akastenix]

Unfortunately, these funny jets are also capable of self-exploding at any time they wish. As the hordes of scarabs flew pass through these funny jets, the jets followed their tails and continue heading toward them until they reach the center...
The admiral squirted and said " You know what.. forget those Warthogs... let the sacrabs get back in...". As he said the ship cannons turned and target the warthogs. "Let the gatling guns handle those jets.." The gattling guns tarted the jets and started firing.

Several squads of Highguard Zealots along with a Shadowridge APC entered an area which was heavily devastated in New Malacca. They looked around with intimidating stares at the robbers and pherithan civilians. Surely.. they would be intimidating.

 

[Cherrymage]

Hey, New Malacca was reduced into ruins of EXTREME frost (credits to the damn Oceania Bomber)! No commoners could possibly live in a frozen wasteland like this...

Instead you may encounter Deldrach's Faceless Ones as well as Zayritzk, Daffa the Mage and Raven

 

[Cherrymage]

Sorry for late response, Edge. I don't know how to write the sentences to sound descriptive, poetic and novel-ish.
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Most of the attacks did not pierce the mighty armors of the Pazis, and instead the Pazi war machines continued their way as usual, steamrolling and incinerating anyone foolish enough to stand in their way.

A battalion of several Tick Tanks, Panther IVs and Tiger VIs crushed the initial defenses and are now heading toward Forde's base. Along with a few platoons of Stormtroopers -- tougher Light Infantries equipped with a laser rifle and thicker suits painted in gray, as well as Grenadiers and Panzerfaust Troopers.

Defense lines continue to fall, as time flies by, the PIA weakens and the Pazis having tougher armors and more support. Supplies to Forde's base are reduced due to the unrests and economic failure.

A desperate Deroc attempts to call Leo.

 

[Edge45]

Later within Forde's base, a great dead silent flows into the wind breezing at the deserted base. Not a single personnel was seen around the abandoned structures and some vehicles...

 

[Cherrymage]

Without hesitation, the battalion of Pazis marched toward the abandoned base in an excited mood. The Pazis gave no shit about the suspicious silence, as they were overconfident about their Panzers and skills. "WoW, these stupid elves and bankers are so dumb enough to leave their bases to us!"

"Let's capture their goodies..." a Pazi Captain shouted, "these elves and bankers are real fools who only knows theft,"

Pazi Engineers rushed toward the abandoned structures, and troops approached and investigated the seemingly inactive vehicles.

 

[Leo Akastenix]

A transmission came into Shadowridge Highcommand. The commander picked it up(Deroc's). "Yes??" he said.

 

[Edge45]

"They've taken the bait" said a scout hiding in the mountains, he delivers the message via radio. "Now!" Shouted the Captain.

Suddenly, Pherithian infantries came out of nowhere from the hills, it seems they used one of the oldest tricks in strategies, hiding. They bombard the unsuspecting Pazi troops and tanks from both sides of the valley. The Pherithian troops destroyed or crippled most of the tanks, and because of the narrow pathway, limits the movement of the tanks and prevents them from targeting the infantries on the high hills.

From the valley side, the APC drills out holes, where some Pherithian Tick Tanks came out after the APC's, accompanied by their fellow infantries.

"Some idiots they are." Forde said from the MCV deep underground. He and the other captains watches the battle by drones flying above. "Commander, your plan worked greatly, the Pazi's are under a state of confusion." The Captain said. "We're not done yet, we abandoned our structures, so they're vulnerable against captures, give the guardians the signal." Forde replies.

Beneath the ground near the abandoned structures, came out Pherithian infantries that seem to have hide in holes, they assaulted approaching Engineers.
Though the plan was well executed, Forde's forces are not enough to match the Pazis. They then sent a reinforcement call from Command.

"This is base MCV F01, we need reinforcements, I repeat, we need reinforcements."
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Mission: Hidden

Objective Complete: Sneak Attack
New Objective Recieved: Hold The Line
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[Cherrymage]

(Deroc replying to Shadowridge)

"Hello. I am in desperate need of your help! The Pazis are coming, and their armors are tough! Also, can you please send a navy to defend the Bolehland Strait?"
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Suddenly, Pherithian infantries came out of nowhere from the hills, it seems they used one of the oldest tricks in strategies, hiding. They bombard the unsuspecting Pazi troops and tanks from both sides of the valley.

Theoretically, the Pazi troops were supposed to be the best combatants ever. However, these clusters of men in gray were quickly crushed by the encircling PIA forces. The element of surprise rendered the Pazis in disorder and chaos, and their bad positions severely crippled their advantages.

The Pherithian troops destroyed or crippled most of the tanks, and because of the narrow pathway, limits the movement of the tanks and prevents them from targeting the infantries on the high hills.

The Pazis were shocked to witness their mighty and enormous war machines being obliterated into ashes. Anxious, the Pazis released some Warthogs and rogue Fleenzub Fighters to bombard the PIA with showers of plasma napalms.

Forde and the other captains watches the battle by drones flying above. However, some Pazis spotted the drones and destroyed them on sight, thinking these little gadgets were suicidal or spying drones (the latter turned out to be true)

Beneath the ground near the abandoned structures, came out Pherithian infantries that seem to have hide in holes, they assaulted approaching Engineers.
Due to the Engineers not being armed, and the infantry escorts were already having great trouble with the other PIA forces... the PIA forces were able to bring the Engineers to their graves.

Just as the Pazis there were close to annihilation, another battalion of Pazis marched toward Forde's base. Along with air support from rogue Fleenzub Fighters and Warthogs. More Panzer Warwagons steamrolled the Imperial Pherithians, and the Pazi troops unleashed a heavy rain of burning bullets toward the loyalists.

More airplanes (from late 20th and early 21st Real Life Century) headed toward Forde's base and paradropped legions of Pazi troops (Stormtroopers, Grenadiers and Panzerfraut Troopers). Subterranean APCs surfaced themselves right within Forde's base as well as behind and unloaded squads of Pazis. The Subterranean APCs then fled drilling their way to an unknown location, leaving the Pazi troopers to wreck havoc. If one listens carefully the Sub APCs are heading roughly toward the north.

Though the plan was well executed, Forde's forces are not enough to match the Pazis. They then sent a reinforcement call from Command.

"This is base MCV F01, we need reinforcements, I repeat, we need reinforcements."

"Request received." a normal male voice said (not Deldrach, his voice is dark and raspy). "Flardyrn reinforcements are on the way, base MCV F01. Hold the line," the same voice replied.

Meanwhile, more Imperial bases and settlements have fallen to the Pazi Blitzkriege, and the defense line was pushed further to the coasts. However, their Blitzkrieg tactics has distracted the Pazis, rendering the northeastern coasts of Bolehland lightly guarded.

 

[Leo Akastenix]

"ok..Hold the line... Our Subs and airships are on the way!"The commander replied. "Dispatch Admiral Garou and Kouri!, coordinates are given.. Move!"

 

[Chaosy]

Aedari woke up to sound of Sapphire's voice in her head. She had found out a potential way to cause more trouble in a certain empire.

There was a escort company that were good enough to put up a fight against the authorities. The idea was to craft an body identical to Aedari's and make them escort it, since there were a bounty on Aedari's head the authorities would clash with them. And with a bit of luck the escort would prevail and they could try to kill Azlariah. Only problem was that it was not confirmed if they would accept gold instead of the official coin, and also if they were ready to defend against authorities. They'd have to make contact to confirm that.

Aedari could not show up in the empire during this period since that'd blow the plan. Aedari did not care though, she had no intention of returning, instead she returned her attention to the tomb which she continued to decorate carving out statues.

 

[WhiteFang]

Ill try and get back in this,though it may take a while for me to catch up.Can someone give me a quick recap?

 

[Chaosy]

There is a recap link in the main post.

 

[Edge45]

I'm gettin a little irritated with the narrow view, readin is a bit hard for me, anyway.
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"Reinforcements are coming, commander." A soldier said. "Confirmed, now, they control the air, none of our drones won't be able to defeat them. Commence phase II." Forde gives the order...

>Battlefield Expanded<

"Phase II iniated, let's go men." An infantry captain from the hills said. The message spreads with the other team. They ride themselves into the Subterranean APC's and disappeared.
Two miles away, Forde's tank divisions showed up, the area they are at are more high than the height of the land their bases are.

The men guarding the structures used the abandoned vehicles and abandons their post. Forde's forces retreats from the hill and leaves their base structures.

The tank division just further, has themselves Anti-air tanks and Mobile SAM Tanks, and a bit of Falcon Prism Tanks to shoot down any incoming aircrafts. Protected with other tanks, they await a signal.
"Commencing Phase III, awaiting orders" a tank captain said.

(Will show a pic, come to think of it, I'll make a battlefield map.)

 

[Devin]

James after viewing the desolate state of the pherith empire, saw that people are withdrawing their money from the banks and making the banks almost bankrupt,seeks to "use" the opportunity while it lasts.

After picking up his phone from his office desk he calls "Tai Hen", his executive in Pherith Empire.

Tai Hen picks up the phone: "Yes? this is hen, hen tai."

James responds: "It's me james."

Tai Hen: "Hello boss, how can i help you? sorry for not recognizing, i'm having a busy day."

James responds: "I want you to hire cheap pherithian workers for our cause."

Tai Hen: "Yes boss."

James responds: "Good, get back to work." Before hanging up.

After receiving the order from Tai Hen, representatives from the Economy Bank each guarded by 4 bodyguards armed with assault rifles appear on the streets of Drachore, while others are on their way to other cities.

Representatives begin spreading the word for work,money and food.

A representative near the main branch of the economy bank speaks with speaker: "We promise good work,money and food. We hire anyone who can handle themselves."

|{~}| Off Topic |{~}|

Additional Info: The guards are on full alert due to being aware of the desolate state of the pherith empire and will shoot anyone who tries to attack them or the representative.

I hope the color's not occupied X_X"

And of course hi.

 

[Chaosy]

I don't think it's taken.

 

[Devin]

Thank god then, its a pain choosing one

 

[Chaosy]

I got no clue which of the blues I used to have now..

edit: In fact, I think it's gone. I found this one is close enough though.

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Sapphire looked down upon the freshly crafted body that lied before her, she started to move her hands across the naked body, inspecting the quality of the flesh. She stared for a while towards the face, she decided that it certainly was identical to Aedari's.

As luck would have it, their destination was decided when the targets announced their recruitment plans in public. Prior to that, Sapphire had only heard a few vague numbers.

"Bring it to life." She declared to the nearby Shapers.
"Yes master." they declared as they started to fuse the body with one of the many souls at their disposal.
"I've gotten my hands on some clothes from the empire which belonged to a poor traveler, they'll do. Drag them through the water a few times to get rid of the blood before you dress her though." she said before spreading her wings to fly away from the island.

Not much later, the body which seemed identical to Aedari progressed through the air, on the back on a large bird which seemed to be ignited by shadowy flames. The 'flames' liked her flesh but did not seem to damage her. Regardless it would not take much time before she would arrive somewhat close to Drachore. She'd have to leave her flight there since it would be too much commotion otherwise.

She jumped of its back, taking a few sips of a vial of liquid before her feet hit the ground.
She then turned her steps towards the town center where she hoped to find directions towards EBAF's HQ.

 

[Edge45]

Yep, mine as well, I'll stick with this.
Yay Devin your back!

 

[Devin]

Yeah, i don't think Xenforo supports custom color names or hex.

Not that its bad though, it makes things simpler.

 

[Chaosy]

Almost finished my post, database error when trying to save though. Ralle is aware of it so it'll be fixed soon.

It should end: "EBAF's HQ."

edit: fixed already

 

[WhiteFang]

And of course hi.

hello,it's me.

 

[Edge45]

Here's a map of the battlefield in boheland.