The sky was bright and the sun shined sweetly upon the grassy fields below. Warriors in brightly colored uniforms with metal pieces on their chests and shiny metal helmets on their heads charged each other with muskets bearing long knives upon the end. As screams filled the air blood spilled upon the ground. The First Elyrian Engagement had just begun for the Anglicians and this was to be where warfare would adapt and evolve. From this bloody war would come an age of advancement before unseen.
C.S. Legion General Howard surveyed the battlefield from atop his mighty steed through a set of binoculars. The battle was marvelous to a tactician, the hostile force was out manned and the were out matched, this would be the first step in a successful campaign towards victory against the Pact. However a large object in the distance became visible, the massive black shape took form as it flex in at such high speed and it was evident that mass was that of a dragon. Howard’s heart sank as the easily building sized monster breathed fire upon the land and pulled high into the sky, its hellish shadow still hanging over the burning field of men.
“General, we have reinforcements coming in.” An aide held a long corded phone in his hand. The General anxious to have more troops in the fight answers hurriedly, “Who are they sending? I need heavy firepower now, you contact the Fleet and tell them I want a bombardment on that beast!” The aide, a lanky young officer turned pale as snow, “Sir, they are sending the Virga units.” Howard saw the massive monster descending with lightning speed from the sky back towards the battlefield were Legionnaires took aim at both it and Gaullian soldiers from their trench as a hand cranked machine gun sprayed bullets across the field. “They are sending me girls? I need armored units or this battle is lost!”
Coming over the fields flew the newest invention of Anglician warfare, the Virga squadron. Once witches were known for their flights upon broomsticks, this however was a new creature altogether. The Virga unit was two slender almost cylindrical objects that mounted to the pilot’s legs. The bottom was a propeller while the internals of it was the machinery required to feed off the pilot’s mana and burn it for power. The pilot wore a jumpsuit of light cotton in a deep green color while they wore a helmet similar to that of the ground forces other than their helmets had no visor that slid upwards and was just open faced. An armored chest piece was standard issue though one wore full plate armor, this was the “Sky Knight” Jeanne Castor. She had on the chest piece of her armor the insignia of a crossed lightning bolt and staff with above a sword horizontal and below a musket horizontal in bright blue against the steel gray armor. Her helmet had blue lightning bolts painted on the sides right where her ears would have been while the helmet at her forehead read SKY KNIGHT in bold lettering. Her virga was of the typical Anglician light gray with the red, white, and blue roundel of a red ring encompassing a white one and inside of that a blue circle with white star, flanking the red ring on both sides were two blue bars that between them was a white bar. This same emblem was upon the shoulders of her armor, on her chest in the central part while her personal insignia was in the top left corner, on her back, the outer facing sides of the Virga unit, and the back of her helmet. This markings were standard to decrease the chance of accidental friendly fire in the high intensity environment combat aviation was.
Seeing the fire breathing monstrosity Jeanne directed her force into a high G turn upwards as they shot into the sky. Gaining altitude as they poured more mana into their engines and generating more speed they quickly were far above the clouds, they pulled into a level flight path and then hovered The squadron’s sniper took careful aim with her musket as Jeanne unholstered her wand from its place at her side. In a leather pouch on her belt, it was the simplistic standard issue Legion wand. “Marie, cover us. Charlie, stick close to her. We are moving in.” Jeanne killed her engines and plummeted through the clouds followed by her three remaining wingmen. As soon as they fell through the clouds they made contact with the dragon who was flying high after a fire run.
With zeal Jeanne called to the heavens above as she dove down and activated her engines pouring all the power she could into them, “Come on, you sons of bitches! Do you want to live forever?” In a split second action the witch sheathed her wand and drew the sword upon her hip. The edge of it glinted in the bare sunlight as musket shots rang out around her, the dragon’s flesh quickly prickled with crimson holes that leaked rivers of blood as it recoiled in pain. Jeanne impaled the beast at near the speed of sound sinking her blade to the hilt in its scaly flesh. The rider looked back at her and drew his blackpowder pistol. Their eyes met one another, this roguish man in black leather armor bearing a cross of red upon his saddle had a look of determination, not to kill another human but to defend what land he called home. In Jeanne’s eyes he saw a woman willing to face any foe to give to others the liberties that she herself enjoyed. There was an understanding from one pilot to another in that simple flash of a moment. The dragon’s writhing body was nearing the ground now as it hurtled in a downward spin, the dragon rider lowered his weapon and Jeanne pulled her sword from the creature’s soon to be corpse with all the force she could muster. Flying off at the last moment she watched as the red skinned dragon struck the landscape and crashed into the hill side. It had landed belly up, thus insuring that the pilot was completely dead under the weight of his companion, it had taken courage to die alongside it and Jeanne to some degree respected that.
“He was too occupied with the ground forces, we will not get so lucky next time. Our muskets are too unreliable up here, we are going to have to engage these monsters with swords.” The rest of the witches agreed. Small dragons were no trouble for musket shots, but the larger they were typically the rougher their skin was, had it not been for Jeanne stabbing through its back into the nervous system that dragon would likely have killed the squadron in its response. The newest feat in combat aviation was about to take a couple steps into the past. While the witches next journey was the Harris Island, the legendary training home of the Confederate States Knights, the ground war on the Gaullian border was ramping up further.
Carolians had occupied the trenches built along the border they held with Gaullia and were using long range cannon fire to blast their advances. The Gaullians were doing just the same to the Carolians. One swift force was determined to break the stalemate. The First Joint Infantry Division comprised of Knights and Legionnaires were to charge into the no man’s land, set up their manual machine guns and directly assault the Gaullian defenses under total cover of darkness. It was a form of attack never before seen and would truly be an experimental action in these unsure times.
The soldiers gathered up as the sun set upon the hills, this stalemate had gone on for three years before they arrived and it would go on for three more if they did nothing. The moon was dark and even then clouds covered the sky, the Anglician troops crawled through the mud and muck under cover of total darkness, each team of four men carried among them the tripod for the gun, the gun’s upper part, and the gun’s lower half with the final man carrying only the ammunition. Upon arriving nearly three quarters of the way towards the enemy trench they set up the guns and loaded the ammunition in before firing relentlessly and without mercy into the trench. Having taken most the men by surprise they slayed them in their sleep and swept the trench with mindless aim as the guns chewed through whole belts of ammunition while the gunner cranked away at the lever. By the time it was all said and done this was not a battle, it was a massacre. The Imperial Pact would soon learn the merciless efficiency with which these island inhabitants were known for. Though this war was far from being over.
C.S. Legion General Howard surveyed the battlefield from atop his mighty steed through a set of binoculars. The battle was marvelous to a tactician, the hostile force was out manned and the were out matched, this would be the first step in a successful campaign towards victory against the Pact. However a large object in the distance became visible, the massive black shape took form as it flex in at such high speed and it was evident that mass was that of a dragon. Howard’s heart sank as the easily building sized monster breathed fire upon the land and pulled high into the sky, its hellish shadow still hanging over the burning field of men.
“General, we have reinforcements coming in.” An aide held a long corded phone in his hand. The General anxious to have more troops in the fight answers hurriedly, “Who are they sending? I need heavy firepower now, you contact the Fleet and tell them I want a bombardment on that beast!” The aide, a lanky young officer turned pale as snow, “Sir, they are sending the Virga units.” Howard saw the massive monster descending with lightning speed from the sky back towards the battlefield were Legionnaires took aim at both it and Gaullian soldiers from their trench as a hand cranked machine gun sprayed bullets across the field. “They are sending me girls? I need armored units or this battle is lost!”
Coming over the fields flew the newest invention of Anglician warfare, the Virga squadron. Once witches were known for their flights upon broomsticks, this however was a new creature altogether. The Virga unit was two slender almost cylindrical objects that mounted to the pilot’s legs. The bottom was a propeller while the internals of it was the machinery required to feed off the pilot’s mana and burn it for power. The pilot wore a jumpsuit of light cotton in a deep green color while they wore a helmet similar to that of the ground forces other than their helmets had no visor that slid upwards and was just open faced. An armored chest piece was standard issue though one wore full plate armor, this was the “Sky Knight” Jeanne Castor. She had on the chest piece of her armor the insignia of a crossed lightning bolt and staff with above a sword horizontal and below a musket horizontal in bright blue against the steel gray armor. Her helmet had blue lightning bolts painted on the sides right where her ears would have been while the helmet at her forehead read SKY KNIGHT in bold lettering. Her virga was of the typical Anglician light gray with the red, white, and blue roundel of a red ring encompassing a white one and inside of that a blue circle with white star, flanking the red ring on both sides were two blue bars that between them was a white bar. This same emblem was upon the shoulders of her armor, on her chest in the central part while her personal insignia was in the top left corner, on her back, the outer facing sides of the Virga unit, and the back of her helmet. This markings were standard to decrease the chance of accidental friendly fire in the high intensity environment combat aviation was.
Seeing the fire breathing monstrosity Jeanne directed her force into a high G turn upwards as they shot into the sky. Gaining altitude as they poured more mana into their engines and generating more speed they quickly were far above the clouds, they pulled into a level flight path and then hovered The squadron’s sniper took careful aim with her musket as Jeanne unholstered her wand from its place at her side. In a leather pouch on her belt, it was the simplistic standard issue Legion wand. “Marie, cover us. Charlie, stick close to her. We are moving in.” Jeanne killed her engines and plummeted through the clouds followed by her three remaining wingmen. As soon as they fell through the clouds they made contact with the dragon who was flying high after a fire run.
With zeal Jeanne called to the heavens above as she dove down and activated her engines pouring all the power she could into them, “Come on, you sons of bitches! Do you want to live forever?” In a split second action the witch sheathed her wand and drew the sword upon her hip. The edge of it glinted in the bare sunlight as musket shots rang out around her, the dragon’s flesh quickly prickled with crimson holes that leaked rivers of blood as it recoiled in pain. Jeanne impaled the beast at near the speed of sound sinking her blade to the hilt in its scaly flesh. The rider looked back at her and drew his blackpowder pistol. Their eyes met one another, this roguish man in black leather armor bearing a cross of red upon his saddle had a look of determination, not to kill another human but to defend what land he called home. In Jeanne’s eyes he saw a woman willing to face any foe to give to others the liberties that she herself enjoyed. There was an understanding from one pilot to another in that simple flash of a moment. The dragon’s writhing body was nearing the ground now as it hurtled in a downward spin, the dragon rider lowered his weapon and Jeanne pulled her sword from the creature’s soon to be corpse with all the force she could muster. Flying off at the last moment she watched as the red skinned dragon struck the landscape and crashed into the hill side. It had landed belly up, thus insuring that the pilot was completely dead under the weight of his companion, it had taken courage to die alongside it and Jeanne to some degree respected that.
“He was too occupied with the ground forces, we will not get so lucky next time. Our muskets are too unreliable up here, we are going to have to engage these monsters with swords.” The rest of the witches agreed. Small dragons were no trouble for musket shots, but the larger they were typically the rougher their skin was, had it not been for Jeanne stabbing through its back into the nervous system that dragon would likely have killed the squadron in its response. The newest feat in combat aviation was about to take a couple steps into the past. While the witches next journey was the Harris Island, the legendary training home of the Confederate States Knights, the ground war on the Gaullian border was ramping up further.
Carolians had occupied the trenches built along the border they held with Gaullia and were using long range cannon fire to blast their advances. The Gaullians were doing just the same to the Carolians. One swift force was determined to break the stalemate. The First Joint Infantry Division comprised of Knights and Legionnaires were to charge into the no man’s land, set up their manual machine guns and directly assault the Gaullian defenses under total cover of darkness. It was a form of attack never before seen and would truly be an experimental action in these unsure times.
The soldiers gathered up as the sun set upon the hills, this stalemate had gone on for three years before they arrived and it would go on for three more if they did nothing. The moon was dark and even then clouds covered the sky, the Anglician troops crawled through the mud and muck under cover of total darkness, each team of four men carried among them the tripod for the gun, the gun’s upper part, and the gun’s lower half with the final man carrying only the ammunition. Upon arriving nearly three quarters of the way towards the enemy trench they set up the guns and loaded the ammunition in before firing relentlessly and without mercy into the trench. Having taken most the men by surprise they slayed them in their sleep and swept the trench with mindless aim as the guns chewed through whole belts of ammunition while the gunner cranked away at the lever. By the time it was all said and done this was not a battle, it was a massacre. The Imperial Pact would soon learn the merciless efficiency with which these island inhabitants were known for. Though this war was far from being over.
How near are the classes to completion?
Um ah... last I read you had stated that I wouldn't want to RP in Avalon.
If not 
I'll have to inform the librarians of this error. *Looks at NS clock* Nationstates also states that today is the 27th, and that your post about the 7th was made on the 25th. Did you mean July 7th of the year two thousand sixteen? If so It would seem we have quite the wait 
XD hahahah (If I where not at the library I'd laugh louder) XD ^_^
