Dawn of a New World (Fantasy - Diplo/War Thread)

by **United Martains** » Thu May 28, 2015 6:59 am

Hastiaka wrote:The route was well guarded. Forty-five marines escorted the carriage. They entered the artificially controlled forests of Farethmorse Glade. The magnificent forest leading to the Crystal palace, As said by the naturalist Scholar named Handiril,

''It's... to well clean. It's not like the forests of the colonies or something. The homelanders demand obedience from them. If magic doesn't do the job, they'll just cut it. They would be obsessed with clipping and pruning and even tying trunks down to encourage them to bend in strange ways. I heard they'll have them uprooted, even after years of work, if just one flower blooms without exactly the right number of petals, or if one fruit doesn’t have the 'proper' number of seeds. It’s all about control for them. It's horrible. I feel bad for their gardens''

In an unexpected meet, Grand Sage Rundalacano met their escorts. The humans were confused of what was happening. Their escort suddenly bowed and worshiped this man. Was he their god or something?

The next part of the journey was confusing to say the least. They went through a forest unlike anything they had seen before. It was clearly not natural, a garden of some sort, but with the intent to seem like a forest. It was pleasant, but unusual.

As the sage approached the convoy, the nearby elves seemed to bow before him. This furthered the confusion of the party. Unsure how to proceed exactly, Sratthrid gestured for his men to follow the Aureal's example and to bow to him.

by **Hastiaka** » Thu May 28, 2015 7:11 am

''Stand up. No need for formalities. I'm a travelling hermit now. And i have abdicated my position to someone younger than me.''

yet the commander replied with fear and humility; ''But, you are one of the first elves created by Merithia. You saved our race. You founded the Dominion alongside King Thrasun. It is the greatest honor to see you.''

the Old Sage looked at the humans. He suddenly admitted something.

''I was a fool back then. I was trying to earn a seat in the Council of the Sages. I lied about the treachery of man. But what i have done cannot be undone. As, i am the traitor. And our race would need them in order to survive this world. You, leader of this party. I grant you the power of manipulating the four essence of magic; Earth, Light, Liquid and Air. You shall be one of the bearers of magic in mankind. I shall leave this place now.'' and then, the old sage left towards the forest and disappeared.

The elves looked at the humans and bowed. ''Let us continue our travels, your grace.''

by **United Martains** » Thu May 28, 2015 7:27 am

Hastiaka wrote:''Stand up. No need for formalities. I'm a travelling hermit now. And i have abdicated my position to someone younger than me.''

yet the commander replied with fear and humility; ''But, you are one of the first elves created by Merithia. You saved our race. You founded the Dominion alongside King Thrasun. It is the greatest honor to see you.''

the Old Sage looked at the humans. He suddenly admitted something.

''I was a fool back then. I was trying to earn a seat in the Council of the Sages. I lied about the treachery of man. But what i have done cannot be undone. As, i am the traitor. And our race would need them in order to survive this world. You, leader of this party. I grant you the power of manipulating the four essence of magic; Earth, Light, Liquid and Air. You shall be one of the bearers of magic in mankind. I shall leave this place now.'' and then, the old sage left towards the forest and disappeared.

The elves looked at the humans and bowed. ''Let us continue our travels, your grace.''

Since the humans arrived in Aurealic lands, they had been impressed and awed and surprised, increasingly every moment. But nothing was quite as awesome and surprising as when the Grand Sage granted Sratthrid magical knowledge in an instant. Hahsriiti could learn magic, but it was a complex task for them. And yet within an instant, Sratthrid Trayhali had an affinity of magic akin to the elves. He was speechless, shocked. As Rundalacano left, and the elves bowed to the party, Sratthrid felt a sense of pride and power within him, but more than that, felt humbled.

"Yes, let us continue." he said, taking a breath in. He felt he would be amazed yet, when he saw the so called "Crystal Palace"

by **Hastiaka** » Thu May 28, 2015 8:01 pm

Asundera is a enormous city. Grand walls securing the corners of the citadel. Impossibly high towers and estates are seen in every part of the city. Marines securing the gates, the doors and the Crystal palace. The streets were paved with granite tiles and dozens of the richest in the Dominion are buying jewelries and magic instruments and artifacts. Paintings were displayed on the streets and thousands of banners were on the street. But the entrance of the envoys shocked the city.

Being blessed and gifted by the oldest Aureal on the planet is equivalent to being promoted to a king for the Aureals and not even the richest could not refuse bowing to a man who was granted great magic powers by the Great Sage.

The queen waited outside the gates of the Crystal Palace. Flanked by Highlord Naren and the new Grand Sage Arctusalien. She greeted their leader and said;

''It's an honor. Your grace, shall we continue in forging our alliance? Your grace, we welcome you to the gates of the Crystal Palace.'' The palace was the most beautiful thing the humans saw in their life . Glittering walls of crystals and magical lanterns that were using the reflection of the two suns made their day literally bright.

by **United Martains** » Thu May 28, 2015 11:30 pm

Hastiaka wrote:Asundera is a enormous city. Grand walls securing the corners of the citadel. Impossibly high towers and estates are seen in every part of the city. Marines securing the gates, the doors and the Crystal palace. The streets were paved with granite tiles and dozens of the richest in the Dominion are buying jewelries and magic instruments and artifacts. Paintings were displayed on the streets and thousands of banners were on the street. But the entrance of the envoys shocked the city.

Being blessed and gifted by the oldest Aureal on the planet is equivalent to being promoted to a king for the Aureals and not even the richest could not refuse bowing to a man who was granted great magic powers by the Great Sage.

The queen waited outside the gates of the Crystal Palace. Flanked by Highlord Naren and the new Grand Sage Arctusalien. She greeted their leader and said;

''It's an honor. Your grace, shall we continue in forging our alliance? Your grace, we welcome you to the gates of the Crystal Palace.'' The palace was the most beautiful thing the humans saw in their life . Glittering walls of crystals and magical lanterns that were using the reflection of the two suns made their day literally bright.

Taking in the sights of the giant city, the party walked along, humbled by the Aureals bowing towards them. They approached the queen and her advisers, and bowed before them, the palace dazzlingly light.

"The honor is ours, your highness. This city is truly impressive, as are all the works of your people. We thank you for your hospitality. Yes, let us continue the negotiations.

by **Hastiaka** » Fri May 29, 2015 12:25 am

United Martains wrote:-snip-

The halls were tall and great. Statues of the Ancestors marked the Pillars. Gigantic banners and Religious tapestry were in the walls. About a hundred marines were posted in corner of the palace. The security was tight. Aetherwynd Isle's ports were closed, save for Brellach where the bulk of the Homeland Fleet is stationed at. Firstwatch Isle, a strategically placed island in the south was ordered to send half of the Firstwatch Fleet to Aetherwynd. Everything must go smoothly if an accord was to be signed.

The throne room was gargantuan. Queen Barenthia's throne shined and glittered while reflecting sunlight. Two elite marines stand by her side and a long golden table awaited the assembly. The queen's right hand, Highlord Naren escorted the envoys to the throne room and began to speak.

''Asundera is secured. Talk to me later after the signing of the accord.''

by **United Martains** » Fri May 29, 2015 7:52 am

Ready to proceed, Sratthrid stepped forward to the queen, bowing before her once again before speaking.

"Your highness, as you well know, the Hasriit tribes and the Aurealic Dominion are each other's closest neighbors, in a large and potentially very dangerous world. We believe, as I'm sure you will agree, that it is by far in our best interests to keep a constant peace between our two people, so that other distant threats cannot attack us while we are weak, fighting amongst ourselves. For this reason, Thraet Nitem Thrutrodgen sent us to you, to discuss a potential alliance. One of the most important aspects of such a deal would of course be a pact of non-aggression. However the Thraet and the Hahsriiti believe that if we are to negotiate such terms, then in may be further beneficial to create other agreements, such as open trade, where we can provide you raw crops, wood, and metal, and in return you may give us magical items and knowledge. Another possible advantage is a military alliance, where we could aid each other in defending these lands from other forces. However the deal works out, it would no doubt be advantageous to both our nations. I thank you, your highness, and the other esteemed members of your council, for your ears."

Sratthrid then stepped back, awaiting a response.

by **Hastiaka** » Fri May 29, 2015 6:38 pm

The Queen listened to the requests of Envoy Srrathrid and convened with the assembly.

''Queen Barenthia, we could not afford to have such a demanding alliance! the Aureals are superior to mankind! We can live without them!'' protested an assembly member.

''How dare you speak against my greater judgement you whelp! Guards! Take this elf to the re-education camp!'' shouted Barenthia in fury. She wasn't racist like most of her assembly, she did not believe in a notion of supremacy.

''Ambassador, i shall give you this parchment and deliver it to your Thraet. We would like to tell you that we have an open lot next to the palace should there be a need for constructing an embassy. I wish this potential alliance would fruit into the superior and strongest alliance in the Western world.''

by **Claanyad** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 12:27 am

Ulktasht, Olktokth
There were still a number of fishing villages on the coast. Ones that had not been raided by the North-Men, that is. One such village lay to the far West of the Olktokth. The 'Populated Fort' they called it - Ulktasht in the local language. It was named as such because of the grim, grey fort which the Laksolkt had built their hovels and longhouses around, constructing a large, wooden wall. The fort provided very little protection - it was mainly a lookout for enemies. Likely Northmen, at these dark times. The watchers faced East, not worrying about what came from the west. But when a red-faced portly man came bolting up the stairs towards the guards at the top, the guards at first tried to stop him.
"Lrosshal Vroks... He's seen something... From the west..."
The guards, suddenly concerned, turned their eyes west. A ship - small, but frightening - emerged from the fog. It looked like it had been dragged through the mountain's belly for many years, and had the look of the hell-lands about it.
"Call the horn! Two blows! Get the Zromskakhts!"
The horn by the tower was sounded, and the guards assembled outside the tower to meet the Zromskakhts. Once he arrived, he brushed off their hurried shouts.
"I have seen it. I want to see it closer. We'll go to the shore."
They ran quickly to the shore, two guards going ahead to open gates when needed. Zromskakhts Kanzkukhts Kunz stood by the shore, the sea winds blowing his hair, and his four guards stood behind, looking a shambles in their Laksolkt armour. All they could do was wait for the boat to moor. Only the God Vraksatth knows what would come out of there.

by **Hastiaka** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 12:37 am

Dominion Expedition

Lieutenant Ainchandor watched the settlement with his lenses. The Aureals have been surveying the Northern lands for years and this was the first time they actually came close. The ship was lightly armed with the ship being recognizable as Aurealic because of the glowing Sunbird that's mounted in front of the boat.

''Look at these men. What do you think are they doing?'' said the Lieutenant to his First mate.

''Did they see us?'' First mate Renial gasped.

The ship struck a rock and the twelve-man expedition ship was rocked hard and was finally trapped in a Coral reef.

''Quickly! Hide inside the ship!'' shouted the Lieutenant to his men.

by **Claanyad** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 2:05 am

Ulktasht, Olktokth
The Zromskakhts peered out over the horizon. It appeared that the ship had struck the Kunzlros as the locals had taken to calling it. It was noted for its ability to trap ships there and gradually break them apart. Even at high tides, this was formidable sailing, and most of the fishermen knew to stay away. The Zromskakhts turned back to his guards and spoke in his normal, gravelly voice.
"Nothing unusual. Just an ignorant exploration vessel. We'll go back inside lads. Let the Kunzlros take them."
The Guard Captain spoke up, standing forwards as he did so, "My Zromskakhts, they need our help. We cannot abandon an unknown force to die in the corals and rocks. We have to rescue them."
Zromskakhts Kanzkukhts Kunz pondered for a moment, before shaking his head, "No. Too risky. For all we know, they might turn on us at any moment. Pirates and thieves would use this trick."
"Sir," the captain spoke again, "I could get some small ships out there. It's still high tide - we might just be able to get some out before the ship completely breaks apart a mile offshore."
Again, the Zromskakhts pondered, "Alright. Take three boats and five other men. And if there's any trouble, then Vraksatth speed you to the mountain."
The captain nodded, pointed at the three guards with him, as well as two on patrol behind him. They produced three longboats, with relatively small hulls and a wide body. Before they could bid farewell to the Zromskakhts, they were on the water, speeding towards the crashed ship.
"Watch out for the rocks. They jut out of the water at you. Keep to the Kuzlras pass."
The patches of dark water yielded themselves, as the longboats went in single file through the narrow waters between the rocks.
As the group reached the ship, the Guard Captain yelled out in Olktoft, it being the only language he knew.
"Fternz bakthsatth vedz kseg. Kanz Avd?"
He could never have known if they understood or not.

by **Hastiaka** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 2:26 am

The crew was scared. Most of the expedition were scholars and training sailors. The ship was being brushed aside by the high tides. Eventually, the current will crack open the elegant Aetherwynd iron-like wood hull that the ship had. Magic was no longer an option. They had to fire a signal for the nearest Dominion ship to see. They were fifteen miles from the Northern Fleets.

With an opportunity coming in as the clouds started to calm, the Lieutenant casts a bright firespell unto the air which would be seen for the next thirty miles. Three minutes later, the ship sank.

Four minutes in, another ship appears. Bigger than the Expedition light clipper. A large crystal like galleon; the Pride of the Northern seas. Three more ships follow it's lead.

Crisis is coming for the Aureals. It appears that the Northern Humans sank their ship.

Admiral Halreth talked using a loud amplifier. The voice was strong and aggressive; ''This is Dominion flagship; Pride of the Northern Seas, respond. Did you sink our ship? Prepare for battle.''

by **Claanyad** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 2:45 am

The Captain took off his helmet as he watched the ship sink slowly. He had never known if the strange ship had heard their call. He had seen the fire go up - were they false gods? Even so, he wished that he could have done more. More to save the souls aboard, no matter who they were. He signalled to the oarsmen to begin rowing out of the Kunzlros.
Suddenly, from the horizon, words in a strange language rang out towards the ship. The Captain was nearly knocked over, but caught by one of the oarsmen. He could recognise the aggression in his voice, even if he could not make out the words. He clasped his hands to his mouth in an attempt to amplify his voice.
"Shkunz! Shkunz!" He shouted, imperatively saying in his language, 'Do not attack,' as a plea towards the sudden aggressors. He recognised an attack formation when he saw one, and the aggression in the voice scared him no end, "Zrevd pthus atth!"
He looked to his fellow soldiers, a shocked look in his eyes.
"What do you think they will do to us?" A crewman asked.
"I am unsure," the Captain responded, "But judging by his tone, I don't think it's good."

by **Hastiaka** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 3:08 am

Two factions exists within the ranks of the Dominion. The first is known as the Kyndauzarel also known as the Lightbearers. These elves are benevolent. Willing to explore for the betterment of the lesser races. The ruling monarch and her children belongs to this faction. 1/3rd of the Aurealic population is considered as an Kyndauzarel. the Second one is another story. The Auzurmazels are the supremacists, racists and the discriminators. They believe in Aurealic supremacy and they have people everywhere including the government. Their members are high ranking Admirals and Auriens. But in the Northern fleet, the Auzurmazels reign supreme.

No word was spoken back. The squeaks and cries of the Humans were not understandable. Thus, a volley of pure aetheric fire from the fire siege weapon installments were performed. Fire rained upon the sailors and burnt their ships.

War has begun.

by **Claanyad** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 3:46 am

As the fire began to come towards the ships, sudden and abrupt, the Captain took hold of his oarsman and dived into the ocean. It was cold, but he swam away from the two boats quickly. He had been a natural-born swimmer.
He did not know why those ships would have fired upon him. Likely they didn't understand him, but he had never seen a tactic where first contact began with shooting... Fire. That's what it appeared to be.
He swam to the other side of a small islet, and went ashore, pulling his oarsman with him. They had both made it with minor burns to their arms and legs, the oarsman with a nasty burn along his cheek, but he seemed fine. Well, fine and unconscious. The blast had hit hard - they were lucky that the Captain had erred on the side of caution. He glanced over to the burning boats in the water - there was no way any of the other oarsmen survived that. He gave a prayer to the mountain for their safety, facing towards the shore as he did so.
He would have shouted to the bastards who had killed them also, but he felt that would give away their position. It would be easy to do once they were nicely situated under his boot, ready to be speared.
The narrator was right - war has begun.

by **Hastiaka** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 4:01 am

Four galleons sailed and outmaneuvered the rocks. A sigil of an eagle was proudly dancing with the wind. The 8th Northwatch Marines who were also acting as shock troops landed on the beaches within the first hour. Seven corvettes surrounded the town and aimed their projectiles at them. South of town, The elite Northwatch Marines who had about a hundred and fifty men prepared their shining golden swords and deadly magic.

As Dominion ships surround the town, the township of Aeyrthal. A nationalist hold with a population of 15.000 was to be informed of the attack. However, strong winds may take the runner a week to reach the city.

The Marines set camp a mile from the town. Commander Laeauneth leads the marine's charge against the Humans. Even bigger ships landed further south were Nationalist marines are re-grouping.

by **Claanyad** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 5:20 am

As the ships began to land up and down the coast, Zromskakhts Kanzkukhts Kunz ordered for the gates to be firmly barred. The flag of the Olktokth waved proudly and valiantly upon the battlements - if it was a fight they wanted, a fight they would get. He took out his own horn and began to blow upon it, calling for all of the men, women and children of the village to become armed. No prisoners would be taken - from either side.
As a troop of guards ran past to secure the gates further, a secondary commander to the guards spoke to the Zromskakhts.
"Sire, we have no word back from the Captain. I think he may be dead."
"No-one can survive what I saw happen to his boats. If he is alive, he will be wishing the opposite, Vraksatth knows it. I want a meeting with the Lady of the Mountain."
The commander gave a shocked expression, but obliged. Zromskakhts Kanzkukhts Kunz entered his longhouse awaiting the woman's arrival.
When she came, she was ragged and old, wrinkles covering her face, and a red ochre on her features.
"Lady."
She nodded back in response.
"We need the assistance of the mountain. Can you assure us that we'll get it?"
She began to write in the sand.

"Do not rush Vraksatth," he read aloud. He sighed, "Then what can we do?"
She wrote again:

The Zromskakhts looked down at the inscription - 'Be brave, fight and know'. Know what? Know that they would all die today. He looked up at the woman and nodded. Then, blowing his horn, he called the men to him.
"Men of Olktokth - women - children - today is not to be our defeat - today is to be the beginning of theirs. No matter what comes through those gates or those walls, we keep fighting. No matter what beasts try to rape and murder our ranks, we die as heroes or live as heroes. We will be remembered for a short time as a bloody field - but for much longer, we shall be known as the blessed field! For on this day, the strength of this force shall begin its end. And no matter how many of us die - we will keep fighting to the bitter end! Men of Olktokth - to me! Against the foe!"
A great shout went up from the ranks of those in the village. All who were there were ready for the onslaught. And they would be ready with their faces to the enemy. In a great circle, spears outwards, they kept strong.

by **Hastiaka** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 5:43 am

Camp Faerthys Ulthren

Hours after the arrival of the Marines, the joint commanders of the Northern Fleets commune in the command tent. The eight sat around a long table with a map in the middle and on the board. Commander Naameilcos began suggesting possible routes for invasions.

''Our scouts report that the barbarians have begun fortifying their settlement.'' spoke Naameilcos while pointing at the map. The commanders doubted that the bastards would go charging first. Now, the 8th Northwatch Marines were joined by the 2nd and 3rd Northwarch Marines. With a total of 430 elite marines at their disposal, they prepare their weapons.

After the brief meeting, the Dominion commanders lined themselves and met Admiral Halreth. The Admiral was clad in the brightest gold armor the Aureals have. His sword was made of crystal glass that was as strong as the strongest steel.

The Admiral sat on the largest chair and signaled Commander Ethryeal to speak. The commander stood and began talking about the plan. After learning of this, the Admiral stood up and nodded and proceeded to the make shift wharf.

''Fleet, fire at will.''

Once again, gigantic fireballs rained upon the city for the next two minutes. Giving the shock troops chance to push through. As the fleet was pounding the city walls, Battlemages tore apart the wooden wall and the elite shock troopers began flooding in.

''By the grace of the Elven maiden, Merithia! Grant us the light of your magic! Let us burn this town with your light!'' shouted the elves as they stormed in.

by **Claanyad** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 2:57 pm

A number of the fireballs had hit the defenders inside, but many retreated to cover to escape from the magic. There was still a sizeable force remaining, and they still stood strong. As the shock troopers flooded in, many were viciously attacked by the defending force. Carrying all manners of spears, halberds, swords and arrows, the defenders attempted to push back the attacking force.
Inside the now barred and locked tower, the Olktatth's secret weapon was unveiled and began to fire at the enemy. A great catapult hurled rocks at the attacking ranks, all lit with oil and fire, attacking the entrances that their battlemages had created. Others from atop the tower fired flaming arrows at the attackers, notable because of their fancy armour, as contrasted with the poorer quality Laksolkt armour. The defence was as relentless as the attack.
But one thing unnoticed was a lone horseman riding south, towards the mountain with a banner in his hand.

by **Hastiaka** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 4:57 pm

Five more Marine corps landed on the beaches. Five hundred regulars from the 4th Northern Fleet. The camp was busy preparing and makeshift walls were being constructed. The Admiral knew he had to send reinforcements. The Northern fleets were just backwater patrols. Suddenly, Commander Raanieth ran towards him.

''A... a hundred and forty dead sire! The 2nd Northwatch Marines have been decimated! Only the 1st and 4th are fighting inside! We better send the 9th, 3rd, 7th, 11th and 6th Northwatch Marines now or else our soldiers there will be obliterated! I recommend sending in the 1st Northwatch Battlemages to tear their town apart!''

''It seems that we underestimated them. Very well, send word Grand Admiral Aryanne of the Golden Fleet. Full scale invasion should then begin. For now, we shall set a foothold here and begin our base of operations inside.''

''Send the mages and the marines in!'' shouted the Commander.

In the sea, fifteen enormous ships continued bombarding the town with fireballs and shock lightning. Tearing apart the wall facing the sea and would expose the town for further artillery bombardment.

The ships maneuvered to surround the town and starved the Humans. But not before they razed their farmlands to the ground.

by **Claanyad** » Sat Jun 20, 2015 8:35 pm

As the battle raged on, the Zromskakhts was beginning to lose hope. He had wished for the armies of the Olktokth to come and defend their territory. Due to the decentralised nature of Olktatth society, he knew there was a likelihood that it would never happen. He had been hit in the leg by one of the many things raining from the sky earlier - it had burned badly, and was very painful to move. But he resolved to continue the fight - no matter what eventualities occurred.
An adjutant marched to where the Zromskakhts was, and saluted.
"Sir, we have counted around one-and-a-half Moft dead. They are still advancing, though. They seem to have an endless supply of soldiers and magic."
The Zromskakhts nodded. "Any information from Lrosakth?"
The adjutant shook his head, "None sir. I think that most of the ravens sent by our forces may have been intercepted. We made sure not to give away information - just that we are being attacked. They may take from that what they will."
The Zromskakhts pounded his fist upon the table, "Damn! Why are they even attacking in the first place? Their ship strayed into our territory, crashed upon our rocks, and they burnt our ships? I suppose no news on whether any survived?"
"Sir, I think it is unlikely any did. If they did, it would be a miracle."
Zromskakhts Kanzkukhts Kunz held his hand to his mouth, stroking his beard gently, "How many more men do we have?"
The adjutant paused, then spoke, "Around three Moft. Sir, this is a losing battle. We cannot win unless we find more troops to fight for our cause. At our current state, we have no chance. We are surrounded by enemies, with fire raining down at us periodically, and the mountain far across the mists of the battle and out of sight. I doubt whether even the Vraksolkt can see us amidst the smoke."
The Zromskakhts nodded. "Then we fight. No matter the cost."
Suddenly, a loud horn echoed around the area. Looking out of the tent he was in, the Zromskakhts could see the tower's occupants were pointing South-East. Looking that way himself, he could see... A black cloud? No, an army. Reinforcements.

The Captain rode his horse out the front of the Vraksolkt lines. He spoke to their Zromskakhts as he did so.
"They have very advanced weaponry. When we were attacked, they managed to burn our ships from a mile away. I think one concerted charge may just shatter their ranks, though."
"Let me guess," the Zromskakhts said in a thick Vraksolkt accent, "That's why you assembled our armies?"
The captain nodded. Zromskakhts Athskakhts Uths really did stand up to his name - he was a brave warrior from the mountains. He blew his horn again, an Olktokth flag at his hand. With an army of over 5,000 at his direct command, all on horseback and ready to defend their land, they charged down the slopes leading to the coast. They charged from the high ground.

by **Hastiaka** » Sat Jun 20, 2015 9:04 pm

The battle raged on. The Northwatch Army composed of 27,000 men is approaching fast and more Marine brigades land unto the shore. Four of these transports held horses and food. From the seas, Five more fleets from Lilmlion arrive. 3,000 men total. Armed with the best bows, spears and magic spells. A fast clipper transported the commanders in Lilmlion. Trebuchets and Catapults are being mounted around the camp. Soldiers keep on pushing on against the town.

Suddenly, a scout went running towards the camp. ''Enemies! Thousands of them! coming right at us!'' this was shocking. The Humans have organized a loose counter-attack. Admiral Halreth re-directed the incoming troops to the Human counter attack. ''Men, move there! to the location of the counter attack! We must hold the ground before the Golden Fleet and the Northwatch Armies arrive!''

The mages centered in a selected coordinates. Channeling their magicka essence to one enormous mixture of fire, shock and frostbite. The mages aimed towards the town and began bombarding it from a 2nd front. The battlemages in camp began an array of fire against the town on a 3rd front.

by **Claanyad** » Sat Jun 20, 2015 9:29 pm

The Vraksolkt armies charged over the terrain, trampling it beneath them. As they charged, they began to chant together.
"Fternz shkonz! Fternz shkonz! Fternz shkonz!"
The horses picked up pace, as the ground shook beneath them. The men were intent on reaching their goal, and they would stop at nothing to reach that goal.
Suddenly, a great light came from the mountain. It spread to cover the entire battlefield. As the horses galloped forwards, still chanting, the trees began to fall down beside them. The captain looked to his right, where the Zromskakhts was riding fast, still smiling.
"Sire! Is this supposed to happen?"
The Zromskakhts, an eager expression on his face, nodded, before beaming brightly. The light in his eyes and illuminating the field of battle as they ran, he shouted back to the captain.
"The mountain has heard us!"

by **Hastiaka** » Sat Jun 20, 2015 9:48 pm

''What the hell was that?!'' shouted a sentry. The elves were dumbfounded of by the events that unfolded. The trees changed. Well, the elves are accustomed to tree-bending yet, it takes them years to bend trees to elegant positions. ''To the mountain, look!'' she shouted. The humans seem to worship the mountains. It was a perfect time to demoralize them.

''Fire at will! aim your trebuchets at the mountain! Cause an avalanche!'' shouted the 2nd-in command. The elves can finally see the Human cavalry. They prepare their shields, spears and magic. Volley of arrows were shot by the Lilmlion Rangers. Although the initial shots missed the horsemen, it damaged some of their horses.

The mages started a battle of Epic proportions. Fire was everywhere and the Elves were preparing to kill some horses and... humans.

by **Claanyad** » Sat Jun 20, 2015 10:15 pm

Those whose horses had been killed quickly jumped back up and continued to run down the mountain. The charge continued, as the ground shook further and the mountain literally roared with fury. The Olktatth were not giving in, and as they came closer to the elven lines, the mountain continued to shift and change. The trees began to fall down on the bottom of the steep slopes, and the entire group of men moved as one towards the battle.

The Captain saw the trebuchet shots hitting the mountain. He knew the mountain well - despite being a Laksolkt. He knew that it may very well cause an avalanche, though now seeing why the Vraksolkt held the mountain in higher esteem than any of the other cultures, he was not sure whether it would actually do any damage.

The ground at the bottom of the hill began to shake, as if with the force of an earthquake. Some of the soldiers in the village were unsure of how to react, but they were invigorated by the force of the mountain. They attacked a group of elves at the walls.

Dawn of a New World (Fantasy - Diplo/War Thread)

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