The Grand Nicholia-Abiottis War (IC, MT-PMT, Semi-Open)

[Grand Nicholia]

"That's a moronic place to locate a castle. There was once an old earth ruler, who went by the name of Vlad the Impaler. One of his preferred torture methods was to skin the legs, pour salt on them, and then to let a goat lick it off. I've yet to try it, but I'm excited to see its effects on your psyche." He gave the girl a chilling smile and yelled to his guards, "Bring me a goat, and a bucket of salt."

"I wish to die with dignity, kill me by firing squad!"

[Abiottis]

"That's a moronic place to locate a castle. There was once an old earth ruler, who went by the name of Vlad the Impaler. One of his preferred torture methods was to skin the legs, pour salt on them, and then to let a goat lick it off. I've yet to try it, but I'm excited to see its effects on your psyche." He gave the girl a chilling smile and yelled to his guards, "Bring me a goat, and a bucket of salt."

"I wish to die with dignity, kill me by firing squad!"

"You will die screaming, a broken mess of a human. You've betrayed your people. Even we would not sell out our own."

[Grand Nicholia]

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[Grand Nicholia]

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[Grand Nicholia]

The Countess of the Casino was now good as gone, but nobody would miss her, as she was an avid gambler and was seen as a untrustable person. The Countess could fight back but, she knew it would not be worth and was now awaiting her slow and painful death.

[Sperland]

Shellvain city Sperlands capital.

"Why are we doing this?" Asked a commander of the Sperlish army. "A few days ago we invaded Soviet Britain now we are entering another war. Are you sure we will be able to do this?" James O Conner asked the Emperor. "Yes I am 100% sure. We may not have as much weapons needed for an invasion but the commanders are very experienced and make good use of what little they have. Our soldiers are well trained and experienced. Your leadership skills are great and you make our soldiers determined to defend our country. We have even interviewed some soldiers." Explained Napoleon Bonaparte to his military commanders. "Remember to treat your soldiers like your own children. Remind them that we are doing this to help foreigners. We need to support Grand Nicholia." "Yes sir" replied the commanders.

The Sperlish 3rd army with 17,000 men, 6th army with 25,000 men, 3rd and second Lion tank Divisions were sent to Support Grand Nicholia. Both tank divisions had 80 fast tanks. 268 supplies vehicles and other vehicles. There were also 50 rocket launchers and 100 artillery peices sent.

[Grand Nicholia]

"We have received notice the Sperland is sending troops to fight the Space Cyborgs, sire." Said a young page to the king. "Very well, send word to the Navy and Airfoce to escort their supporting army!" Replied the king

[Eredion]

"These frogs really know no honor, attacking two against one!" shouted staff general Maximiliam in the Army Headquarters in Pendragon, the capital of Eredion "Under the supreme command of Generalfeldmarschall Mael Radec, we will send the eredian 4th and 9th army as the "Eredian Nicholia Korps" with 100,000 men each, as well as 25 jets and 75 tanks plus 25 newer Glasgow MBTs per army. Mobile AA vehicles will be brought along in as big numbers as possible. Also every division is to be equipped with a anti tank unit and a pair of flamethrowers." general Veers explained.
"Give the order to Radec and the army commanders"
He presses a button, that comlinks him with every higher military personel in the 4th and 9th army "These past years, we have been fighting a war, a war to fight with honor and pride on another day. Today this day has come, our ally needs help and we will give him this help, the sperlish and the nicholians have mocked us for years, forgotten, played us down, but THIS ends today! Use your brains, do not throw lifes away and take the enemy down, for Eredion, for the Autarch!"

[Grand Nicholia]

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have been informed that the robots puny all has sent an army to our
Fartherland! They believe they can intimidate us! We will show both of them wrong! Join the Army! For the Fatherland! Hail the King!" These were the words of Chancellor Louis Philippe adresssing a crowd outside the Diet House.

[Sperland]

The Sperlish air force sent about 1,000 aircraft to help the land forces arriving in Grand Nicholia.
There were jets, Helicopters, stealth fighters and stealth bombers.

The Lion tanks were the most powerful tanks in Sperland. They had a powerful gun that could crack open the thickest of armor. Rocket launchers could set a field, city, forest in flames within minutes.

[Abiottis]

As Call reaches the Eredian base, he looks around at the all the soldiers sent, amused at what seemed to be a desire to die. The biotics truly amused him, in that sense. They derived honor in dying for one's fellows, and welcomed the cold emptiness of death's black hands, in hopes of reaching whatever heaven they believed in. Call, having a better understanding of their little world, knew that this was not the case. He knew, that once your body ends, the soul goes with it. There is nowhere the dead will find themselves, nowhere to achieve peace, it will simply be over. He almost pitied them, with their single life and limited regenerative abilities.
As he walked through their base, with two of his personally designed guard drones behind him, he noticed an odd assortment of suspicious glares directed towards him. Typical. The weak never truly understand their superiors, but he had to be courteous, these men would be of use to him. He found the most authoritative looking man, and greeted him kindly, with his best attempt at a warm smile. "Good evening, sir, are you in charge of this lovely camp? The leader here and I have some important business to discuss."

[Grand Nicholia]

Already 50 A.M 1 BETA's were completed (this time without the Auto-Pilot) and ready to sail on the ocean know as the sky. This Pleased the Captain General, the head of the airforce as he wanted them on the battlefield as soon as possible. But he wanted at least a five hundred of those "Birds of Death". The Military was also encouraging people to donate old scrap for the military to use. The interesting thing about the military was that despite there being 1,150,000 personal 850,000 were soldiers, 50,000 coast guard, 100,000 navy, 100,000 Airforce, 50,000 National Militia or Home Guard.

[Grand Nicholia]

Madame came up with a plan, since Call's brother was taking a long time for his experiment, she decided to distract the droids who were holding her down by making random noises and struggling enough so that they would loosen their grip and so she can run away.

[Claanyad]

The Clányan military was still making its way across the ocean to reach Grand Nicholia. As the ships ploughed through the seas, gently oscillating as the occasional wave hit the bow of a vessel, or the wake of the ship in front made the following ship violently crash against the waters, they knew that they were nearing their target. They were readying themselves.
While the general atmosphere on the ships previously had been one of merriment and celebration, now the atmosphere was darkening, as the soldiers of the Clányan military slowly realised that they were heading to war. Very few had ever been in a war before. There were, of course, some old veterans of wars previous who had experience in battle, but they were very few and far between, mostly confined to sharing their stories in front of the many new soldiers, whose experience of war rarely surpassed passing knowledge and school-taught facts.
There had not been too many incidents on the ships so far. An argument had begun between Śúcofad Cezeta and Cerv Śúcofad Gíŧon over the former's plans regarding when landfall is made in Grand Nicholia, and a couple of soldiers came down ill with a cold, others with seasickness, but no major incidents so far.
Of course, there was a great deal of apprehension regarding what exactly these 'cyborgs', or as the Clányan people had begun calling them, gyeŧat cofad, meaning 'machine men', would do to them were they captured or locked in confrontation with their forces. Many argued that they'd be killed, others were not so certain, saying that they would torture any captured militants. New rumours were spreading each day - some said that the cyborgs would take people's eyes out and use them for rebuilding their ships. Others stated that they would crush your bones one by one until you died or gave up any information. Still others said worse - they had not reached Cáðéit Cecáðéit Cascus as of yet. He had decided to use the time wisely - to plan the strategy of when he landed in Grand Nicholia.
He had not received a decent map regarding the whereabouts of the Nicholian forces, but he had a rough idea based on Imperial Ordinance Surveys completed beforehand. Nevertheless, he would have liked more information.
He decided that he should only tell very high-ranking generals about troop movements for the next day - from what he had heard, the Abiottics were ruthless and would take any information from any subject they captured. Reduce the size of that data set, and Clányan troop movements may be kept secretive. The Clányan military was renowned for its ability to switch to guerilla tactics, and moving around constantly would ensure that no-one knew exactly where they were, even less that they would be able to intercept them. Keep a couple of hundred scouts on patrol in shifts, and the entire army would be able to see any troops coming for miles, especially if they kept to the mountains as requested, and move or scatter accordingly.
Finally, he needed more information from the Nicholian command about where exactly to land. He sent a telegram, on a very high encryption frequency.

Code: Select all

TO: NICHOLIAN HIGH COMMAND
FROM: CŚM NEFEN OF THE CLÁNYAN COMMAND
ENCRYPTION: VERY HIGH
GREETINGS STOP THIS IS CÁĐÉIT CECÁĐÉIT CASCUS OF THE CŚM NEFEN STOP WE REQUEST MORE ACCURATE INFORMATION REGARDING TROOP POSITIONS AND WHERE EXACTLY TO RENDEZVOUS WITH YOUR ARMY STOP YOU MENTIONED THE KING PHILLIPE MOUNTAIN RANGE COMMA AND WE BELIEVE THAT IT WOULD BE THE OPTIMAL PLACE TO MEET YOUR TROOPS STOP REQUESTING A MAP OF THE AREA WITH UPDATED TROOP POSITIONS STOP WE ONLY HAVE AN OUTDATED MAP WITH NO RECORD OF TROOP POSITIONS STOP PLEASE RESPOND STOP EXPECT LANDFALL WITHIN WEEK STOP

Cáðéit Cecáðéit Cascus sent the message through to the Nicholian High Command. He just hoped that they'd get it on time.

[Grand Nicholia]

THE HEXAGON

'Twas a regular evening, the secretary's were tapping away on their phones, the Commanders sleeping on the couches, and some wild party was happening somewhere in the Grand Command Building, Known as the Hexagon, etc. " Your Righteousness, I have received a letter from an Claanyadian ship and I brought your coffee and donut!" A servant said. Minister of the Military Charles was startled by rude awakening as he was sleeping like a baby on his desk and quickly exclaimed half asleep "No, Margret Thatcher, I want to dance with Wu Zetian not you!" This made the servant break out into laughter and accidentally spill coffee on the letter. The servant quickly put the items on the table and left so he would not get yelled at for spilling coffee on official documents.
The Minister saw the letter and noticed it was covered in coffee but was able to read it. It said:
"CODE: SELECT ALL
TO: NICHOLIAN HIGH COMMAND
FROM: CŚM NEFEN OF THE CLÁNYAN COMMAND
ENCRYPTION: VERY HIGH
GREETINGS STOP THIS IS CÁĐÉIT CECÁĐÉIT CASCUS OF THE CŚM NEFEN STOP WE REQUEST MORE ACCURATE INFORMATION REGARDING TROOP POSITIONS AND WHERE EXACTLY TO RENDEZVOUS WITH YOUR ARMY STOP YOU MENTIONED THE KING PHILLIPE MOUNTAIN RANGE COMMA AND WE BELIEVE THAT IT WOULD BE THE OPTIMAL PLACE TO MEET YOUR TROOPS STOP REQUESTING A MAP OF THE AREA WITH UPDATED TROOP POSITIONS STOP WE ONLY HAVE AN OUTDATED MAP WITH NO RECORD OF TROOP POSITIONS STOP PLEASE RESPOND STOP EXPECT LANDFALL WITHIN WEEK STOP"
"Oh buggar me, we still don't have maps do we? SILVA, GET ME A MAP" "OF WHAT?" "OF OUR COUNTRY!" "OKAY!" "IT GONNA TAKE A WHILE TO PRINT, SO WAIT A WHILE!" BUT, I HAVE TO WRITE A LETTER INCLUDING A MAP!" "GO SHOVE A LETTER WHERE THE SUN DONT SHINE! IT IS GONNA TAKE A WHILE" "FINE ILL JUST WRITE A LETTER WITHOUT A MAP AND THEN SEND A MAP IN A ANOTHER LETTER!"

Dear Csm Nefen of the Clanyan Command:
I can not send a map right now, for my secretary from hell is making this more complicated. Any ways for now I will detail my country and eventually send a map. I plan to send 20 ships to escort your fleet and then when you land My troops will lead yours to the locations. Expect a map soon!

Ministry of the Military
10 Martyrs way, Nicholius, Grand Nicholia

[Azi Altul]

Azan, the great destroyer of the red seas, R†hul of the Altulan hordes, lies on the grass floor of his red forests, performing a vasectomy on a thief. The young, 14 year old boy had stolen from an old maid, a wise, old blind lady, who had been the previous R†hul's wife, before meeting his end at the battle of the Bloody Rivers. Azan held a blade in his hand, a long, curved blade that his people were known for making from the sharpened bones of their most honored enemies. The young man cried out as Azan made the first incision, and was bawling by the time he was finished. Azan left him to his own means, hoping he would simply lie here in his own puddle of blood and accept his death.
Turning to return to his horde, one of his riders, a well respected warrior by the name of Ravvis, approached Azan with his head down. Ravvis bowed to his superior, as was customary.
"R†hul, my lord, the Nicholians have gone to war. I've scouted their foes, and faced one of their warriors in an open field. They possess... fire bows, and their armor is stronger than stone."
"Have they now? This could prove useful. We must fight with these stone warriors, and conquer the Nicholians. Then, we will hunt the stone men and mount their pelts on our walls. Intercept the stone men, and give them my invitation to Joogun."
"Yes, R†hul. It will be done."
With his order given, Azan and Ravvis clasped hands, and thumped together at the chest, a typical show of respect in the Altan society. Things would soon become enjoyable, thought Azan, for a war of great proportions was low over the horizon. He could smell it, and it brought a smile to his face.

[Balashov]

The Royal Kingdom of Balashov
Ministry of War, Office of the King
Official Communications Log
"Long live his Glory, the King"
~~~

TO: Grand Nicholia
CC: Other nations of the Coalition [Clanyad, Sperland, Kaboomlandia]
FROM: The Royal Kingdom of Balashov, Ministry of War
SUBJECT: War on the horizon
ENCRYPTION HIGH

To whom this may concern:

War is upon the horizon for the coalition. A bloody dawn awaits us, yet still we must push onward. We must continue to cut through the dark, sacrificing ourselves for the nobler good. King Zuri I recognizes that need, and is willing to offer one million, seven hundred and fifty thousand Balashovian troops to the cause for a great planet. However, it will take some time for our troops to mobilize, and in the mean time, we can only offer encouragement, advice, and economic aid. The factories of Balashov have been rerouted to account for our increasing military need. Yet, my friends, may we relent against the forces of evil and of Abiottis. Continue to preserve against the dark night. Just inform us where we are needed and we shall do so willingly. Balashov and all her glory will soon join in.

Until then,
Drasnok Vulchuvik
Minister of War

In Balashov, smokestacks belched out the byproduct of the machine of war. Soldiers marched through the streets of Donestk, to the port, towards their awaiting ships. The Kingdom was mobilizing as quickly as possible for war. Within the Golden Palace, behind closed mahogany doors, King Zuri I sat with his ministers, pouring over maps of Grand Nicholia and of Abiottis. "Drasnok," the King said, "what is the intelligence report?"

"My Lord, I have yet to receive word. Hopefully, however, we will receive news from the Coalition quickly, so we can report that to our generals. Until then, we can only guess, and plan as to where we think is the best place to land."

"Very well. I am hesitant about sending all the troops. I believe it is in our best interest to send a wave first of around 250,000, and see how things pan out from there."

"Do you not think that is a very minimal amount of troops my Lord?"

"You are forgetting one key piece here, young Drasnok. We are in a coalition with several other nations who are undoubtedly pledging their troops and resources to the cause as well. If all works out, we should have plenty of manpower available, with the possibility of fewer lives lost."

"Of course, sire."

"Glad we are on the same page then. Let us continue with our work then."

[Claanyad]

Dear Csm Nefen of the Clanyan Command:
I can not send a map right now, for my secretary from hell is making this more complicated. Any ways for now I will detail my country and eventually send a map. I plan to send 20 ships to escort your fleet and then when you land My troops will lead yours to the locations. Expect a map soon!

Ministry of the Military
10 Martyrs way, Nicholius, Grand Nicholia

CŚM Nefen, somewhere in the ocean, five days from Grand Nicholia.

Cáðéit Cecáðéit Cascus held the paper in his hand. He read over it twice, nearly laughing that the logistics of his operation may be put in jeopardy by a bad secretary. He put the paper to once side, and placed his Tacal-head on the paper to keep it as a paperweight. He called the Lord High Admiral to his office.
The Lord High Admiral arrived soon enough, his white uniform still crisp and clean, and his ombalichite buttons shone with a sheen that Cáðéit had never seen on a military uniform. The Lord High Admiral saluted at the door to Cáðéit's office.
"Goodness, Admiral, how do you manage to keep your uniform so clean? Sit down, man."
The Admiral lowered his hand and obliged. He sat at the chair next to the Lord High Commander's desk. The ship swayed gently, but the desk was not moved by it.
"I have received word from the Nicholian Ministry of the Military. Apparently, whomever is in charge is going to send an escort to keep our ships on the right track. I want you to be ready when that happens. You must make sure to check for Nicholian naval insignia, and keep contact constantly with their ships."
"Yes, Nomol. It shall be done."
"Also, I am worried," The Lord High Commander stood and began to pace his office, "If the enemy get their hands on these documents, and it shouldn't be too difficult, based on the low encryption of their message, then they could send ships under a false guise to intercept our fleet, and we would be none the wiser until the actual attack has started. It's really just Eredion which I worry about - they are the only enemy force with not just the the technological limit, but also the technological capacity to keep up the ruse. As far as I know, the information has not been intercepted, but you cannot be sure. I will be sending a code to the Nicholian military command to use once they rendezvous with us to escort us to the coast. I will expect for you to ask for the code, and if not, then our entire operation is in jeopardy. Understood?"
"Yes, Nomol."
"Excellent. Get to your station, and I will complete mine."
The Lord High Admiral stood and saluted the Lord High Commander. He then turned and left the room.
Once he had done so, he sent a telegram to the Nicholian Ministry of the Military.

Code: Select all

TO: NICHOLIAN HIGH COMMAND
FROM: CŚM NEFEN OF THE CLÁNYAN COMMAND
ENCRYPTION: VERY HIGH
GREETINGS ONCE AGAIN STOP WE ACCEPT YOUR OFFER OF AN ESCORT FOR OUR SHIPS COMMA AND WISH FOR YOU TO USE THIS PASS CODE TO IDENTIFY YOURSELVES TO OUR FLEET STOP I HAVE ORDERED MY ADMIRAL TO FIRE UPON SHIPS NOT USING THIS CODE COMMA SO PLEASE DO NOT FORGET IT STOP
THE CODE IS TACAL COMMA AS PER THE SECRET NAME OF THIS OPERATION STOP
ALSO COMMA CONSIDER USING AN ENCRYPTION FREQUENCY STOP IT WILL MAKE IT HARDER FOR ENEMIES TO INTERCEPT YOUR MESSAGES STOP
EXPECT LANDFALL IN FIVE DAYS STOP

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The Royal Kingdom of Balashov
Ministry of War, Office of the King
Official Communications Log
"Long live his Glory, the King"
~~~

TO: Grand Nicholia
CC: Other nations of the Coalition [Clanyad, Sperland, Kaboomlandia]
FROM: The Royal Kingdom of Balashov, Ministry of War
SUBJECT: War on the horizon
ENCRYPTION HIGH

To whom this may concern:

War is upon the horizon for the coalition. A bloody dawn awaits us, yet still we must push onward. We must continue to cut through the dark, sacrificing ourselves for the nobler good. King Zuri I recognizes that need, and is willing to offer one million, seven hundred and fifty thousand Balashovian troops to the cause for a great planet. However, it will take some time for our troops to mobilize, and in the mean time, we can only offer encouragement, advice, and economic aid. The factories of Balashov have been rerouted to account for our increasing military need. Yet, my friends, may we relent against the forces of evil and of Abiottis. Continue to preserve against the dark night. Just inform us where we are needed and we shall do so willingly. Balashov and all her glory will soon join in.

Until then,
Drasnok Vulchuvik
Minister of War

Imperial High Command, Lánscus, Clányad.

The Emperor held the carbon copy of the message in his hands. He agreed with all that the Balshovian Minister of War was saying. But he felt that the commanding forces of each country in the coalition were too disunited, and lacked the co-operation to co-ordinate an effective attack. As it stood, he had one commander of his stuck in the middle of an ocean on the way to Grand Nicholia, speaking independently with them, another, lower ranking High Commander in Céorceron organising for a second wave of newly-mobilised troops to be sent to Grand Nicholia, and he himself was in Lánscus, inside an ancient war building with a couple of ministers and generals waiting for information, and goodness only knows about the other commanders - Nicholian, Sperlish, Balashovian or Kaboomlandian. He knew something needed to be done. He began to draft a letter to the entirety of the Coalition.

Addressed to the combined forces of the Coalition
From Emperor Cacsus VII Cecerv Cívereś
Encryption: High
Greetings.

I agree with the sentiments of the Minister for War of Balashov - something needs to be done. I propose that we consolidate our forces into a central, allied command in one of our countries, where we can each present our issues and concerns, as well as more effectively present a resistance to the threat we all face. With this forum, each of our nations shall be able to send a representative to wherever we decide the forum should be held, and we should each be able to present a united front with which to attack the enemy forces.

We hold the numeric disadvantage, and though one of their forces is definitely technologically inferior, another is equal to us and can field a lot of troops, and the other, major threat is far beyond most of us in technology, if not all of us. If we are able to centralise our command, then we should be able to be more effective in our attacks.

Please consider this.

Faithfully,
Emperor Cacsus VII Cecerv Cívereś
Emperor of Clányad

[Grand Nicholia]

Sir, we have received a telegram!" said the servant to Charles, Minister of the Military. "Give it here!"
TO: NICHOLIAN HIGH COMMAND
FROM: CŚM NEFEN OF THE CLÁNYAN COMMAND
ENCRYPTION: VERY HIGH
GREETINGS ONCE AGAIN STOP WE ACCEPT YOUR OFFER OF AN ESCORT FOR OUR SHIPS COMMA AND WISH FOR YOU TO USE THIS PASS CODE TO IDENTIFY YOURSELVES TO OUR FLEET STOP I HAVE ORDERED MY ADMIRAL TO FIRE UPON SHIPS NOT USING THIS CODE COMMA SO PLEASE DO NOT FORGET IT STOP
THE CODE IS TACAL COMMA AS PER THE SECRET NAME OF THIS OPERATION STOP
ALSO COMMA CONSIDER USING AN ENCRYPTION FREQUENCY STOP IT WILL MAKE IT HARDER FOR ENEMIES TO INTERCEPT YOUR MESSAGES STOP
EXPECT LANDFALL IN FIVE DAYS STOP
"Interesting, speaking of letters, Silva just finished printing the map, bring me the sheet and a piece of paper." boasted the minister! Here you go, sir." "Time to write a letter, gotta make it secretive."

!DAER EHT TSAL DROW FO HCAE ENCENTES!

Dear mother,
I have had a wonderful time in tabcorp park, I brought you back this. I would like to draw a map. I should? Anyways I plan to you to bring you back help. By help I mean a new pet tropical fish for you. I will give it to you when I land. Oh my. This country. Is just stunningly, there are many questions. I would ask. So in. Barcelona, how is it there, tell me in an letter.

Sincerely,
Molly

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ESU A ENICHAM OT EES

"That should be good"

[Abiottis]

As Call patiently waited to meet with the Eredian leader, his brother, c16-126129-3, finds himself meeting with a savage. Ravvis, was his name, a tall, muscular man with jet black hair. Ravvis held himself like a savage, with his back mildly arched and his eyes darting around with every external movement. Tied to his waist at the hilt was a long, curved sword that appeared to be made out of some sort of bone. c16-126129-3 decided he'd have to test it some time. Raavis's superior, a savage by the name of Azan, offered the Abiottics two and a half million riders in their plight against the humans. Apparently, there was some bad blood between the savages and the Nicholians. This was good. The savages were far inferior technologically, even compared to the Nicholians and the rest of their little coalition, but the savages possessed an incredibly militarized society, and if their warriors were anything like this Ravvis, who entered the Abiottic camp with the offering of six human heads tied to his mount, which was a sturdy legged, viscous looking wolf-like animal the size of a horse, then c16-126129-3 would be a fool to decline.
c16-126129-3 fancied himself not a fool. Quite the opposite, in fact. His master had imbued within him, and all other administrator drones, a mild sense of pride, so as to ensure they would not overestimate their abilities. c16-126129-3 and Ravvis decided upon a meeting place for c16-126129-3 and the king savage, Azan. It would be held tonight in Nicholia's neighboring nations, and plans for a double ended invasion would be established from there. Ravvis mounted his steed, and rode off into the night.

Things were definitely starting to get interesting.

[Sperland]

Soon after the armies arrived in Grand Nicholia the troops began to prepare defenses against drones and humans. Every soldier in the Sperlish army was a Christian. About 50% of the troops in Grand Nicholia were Veterans. They were experienced and ready for anything. One of the tactics used by the Sperlish military was Guerrilla warfare. They were experts. The Sperlish army was well known for its speed.

[Grand Nicholia]

"The Sperlish military has arrived on our soil!" Said a servant "Happy day! We finally have support!" Boasted Charles

[Azi Altul]

Azan walked through the fallen village, listening to the screams of his enemies around him. The screams were the same of those produced by dying animals. Terrified, lonely animals facing their death. It was the kind of scream that the children of man could only make when such a high level of terror and pain was mixed, that a total overload of the senses was produced. Nothing mattered, nothing made sense. The only thing that went through one's mind was the all consuming terror of facing death. His riders had taken the village at the break of dawn, as that was when the Rider mounted his steed, every day, and the Altan warrior's power was increased by their sacred majesty to its highest point. Azan wasn't sure where the village was, but he was fairly certain they had entered the Nicholian territory. This was good. If war was to break out, the one with the highest amount of casualties would surely reign victorious.
The men were herding in the womenfolk, and the young boys. The warriors, the lame, and the oldfolk were put to the sword, as they would not be suitable for the trades. The boys would be sold to the arenas, or forged into warriors, and the womenfolk would most likely be sold as bed warmers. The girl's screams were the loudest. His warriors were most likely choosing for their own use, and that was fine. They had claimed them, as the strongest always had, and always would, as it was said.
Ravvis was returned, Azan soon saw. He walked with a small man, weak and old of build, but with the confidence of a ruler. His hair was a silver gray, and his smile was arrogant, yet his eyes knowing and calculating. This was a metal man, Azan knew. This would be the man that would give his hordes the chance they need to strike down Nicholia, at the heart. Azan himself would strike down the old king, and personally tear the young prince's head from his shoulders, while the young princess drowns in her own blood.

[Grand Nicholia]

"Some primitive cavemen attacked our country side riding on their horses thinking their the mongols! Just send over some militia and be done with them. I have 1000 free militia men ready to attack!" Boasted Marshal Lieutenant Charles de Montconnt. "Send them if you wish to become the next Custer! I would not go. " said Major General Humphrey Fredont. " I will go if I want!"
"So long then."

[Grand Nicholia]

Montconnt had his 1000 man army ride in 250 humvee's and 500 BTR-80's He was confident that no matter how many there are, he would win. He had the better weaponry. He was so confident in fact he dropped half his army off at Fort Saint Conus. Only going ahead with 500 men and 120 Humvee's and 200 BTR-80's . He followed the trail of tales he was told by the villagers telling him where to go. He knew he was only miles away from the battle. He thought to himself "This could be like Custer's Last Stand, and this could be mine. But, I could win. Yeah, I WILL WIN!"