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The Final Days of Firefoxania (IC)

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The Final Days of Firefoxania (IC)

Postby Firefoxania » Mon Oct 03, 2022 6:48 am

On October 3rd, Firefoxania entered a state of a civil war after a Coup d'Etet was announced when several political figures were taken hostage in the Capital Building in Central Vaven. The government has sent out a distress telegram to all nearby nations to help out. You can either side with Firefoxania, or the Children of Athena and other known resistance members.

(sorry if this sounds bad. this is my first forums rp.)

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Postby Firefoxania » Tue Oct 04, 2022 7:00 am

Day 2:

The Political District has been turned to rubble. All that remains is a warzone known as the "Capital Exclusion Zone." The CEZ has been under siege ever since 6:48 am yesterday, shelled with artillery from resistance groups. The Economic and Welfare Districts have reformed into "Sector Bravo" in order to combat and control the situation in the nearby zones. Sector Bravo has sent out multiple distress beacons to try and receive help from any nation willing to lend a hand. Tensions are continuing to rise as the spread of insurgency heads towards the west.
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Postby Firefoxania » Wed Oct 05, 2022 7:18 am

Day 3:

After no contact from any outside nations, the people of Firefoxania have seen a rapid rise in suicide and self-harm cases due to low self-esteem. Sector Bravo is currently sending aid to multiple districts across Firefoxania to try and mimic foreign supplies. The CEZ has slowly begun to rebuild, even with constant bombardments from the terror groups. Sector Bravo also banded with the Medical District to provide mental help during these trying times, which resulted in local militias being established. A statement from Empress Aurora has been released regarding this awful event.

---TRANSCRIPT: OCTOBER 5, 2022---

My loyal subjects, this is your Empress speaking. Do not fret, I am in a safe place, far from any danger. I am here to inform you to not give up. The Children will be eradicated and Central Vavan will return to it's original, maybe even more advanced, state. End communication.

With a final bleep of a radio tone, the people took arms in what is known as Operation: Metroid.
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Postby Firefoxania » Thu Oct 06, 2022 7:21 am

Day 4:

After the launch of Operation: Metroid, the militias fought back the resistance in a multi-stage defense known as "Project: Restoration." The first phase was taken to action when Sector Bravo militias succeeded in retaking the Political District and beginning to rebuild the Capital building. However, with this victory, comes downsides, such as the resistance taking 70% of the Economic District, crippling the economy of Firefoxania. This forces Aurora to make major changes to her economy. There are multiple housing crisises and stock market crashes. Foriegn aid needs to arrive soon, otherwise Operation Metroid and Project: Restoration will fail...

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Postby Firefoxania » Tue Oct 11, 2022 6:58 am

Week 1:

After a cease-fire was initiated, the people of Firefoxania successfully rebuilt the Political District and Sector Bravo returned to their natural state. The cease-fire will end on this Wednesday.

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The Final Days of Firefoxania (IC)

Postby Langong » Wed Oct 12, 2022 10:20 am

On the streets of Shanghai, during an imperial celebration, a new situation began to unfold. 5 police patrol car stopped as the officer exited their vehicle in the district where a giant unknown portal looking structure had appeared , the local community patrol had kept the perimeter in check and awaiting for the police to take over their duty.

Police Sergeant: Dispatch, this is patrol 610, we are on 10-12 (Stand by) after reports of 10-15 (Civil disturbance) and 10-53 (Road blocked) at Zhabei district. There large structure seems to be inactive for now, requesting further back up, over.

Dispatcher: 10-4 patrol 610. Keep any civilians away then proceed to secure the perimeter, over.

As some of the officers began relieving the community patrol out , the rest of the officer began creating perimeter around the structure, suddenly the device activated and the sound of rumbling could be heard.

Police 1: Sergeant , did you hear that ?
Police Sergeant: Yes i hear it , Its coming from the structure. All of you, get the weapons ready.

The group of 10 police and 30 community patrol are taking position behind barricade and calmly pulling out and switching off their weapon safety,

Suddenly a roar could be heard that echoed through the streets. Everyone including the police officers were confused by the sight. They saw a group of armed human-fox hybrid marching out of the portal in the thousand. One of them shouted in an unknown language as the group with makeshift melee weapon lunge forwards towards the officer and the people around. The group of police officers and armed bystander started firing their weapons at the Fox-Hybrid creature. though they were able to kill off some of them, they soon notice they were gonna get outnumbered if they don't kept their distance.
The Police Sergeant in despair grab his radio then shout

Police Sergeant: 610 to DISPATCH ,11-99 (Officer needs Help. Extreme Emergency) I REPEAT 11-99, WE'RE BEING INVADED BY UNKNOWN THREAT, I REPEAT WE ARE.............

Though the police had submachine guns, shotgun and pistols, with the community patrol armed with various rifle and pistols , the sheer numbers of the fox hybrid creature overwhelmed the first responder and they were brutally murdered. The National guard were immediately called in to stabilize the situation, but it would take some time before they arrived.

~~1/2 hours later Zhabei~~
The invading fox hybrid creature begin to indiscriminately attack civilians by terrorism, causing a few hundred deaths within minutes and taking an unknown number of civilians back through the portal . The fox hybrid creature, believing they had conquered the new world, arrogantly proclaimed the city as theirs, though they had no idea that there were more lands, along with the fact that they had just provoked an enemy far stronger than them and that they only captured a small district.

The Fox Hybrid creature attempted to siege what seems to be a summer palace with ladders, makeshift trebuchets and through the gate, but these attempts were easily repelled by the Qing Imperial Marine, who were notified far earlier and used their superior training and firearms to easily dispatch all incoming attackers.

~~1 hours later Zhabei ~~

The Fox Hybrid creature are pillaging and killing many in their way though with all were met with heavy resistance of either riot police or random armed civilian with some reserve national guard outright stopping them in some areas. As times passes the Zhabei district local police, community patrol and armed civilians joined in the defense , all of them had moved as many vehicle and furniture within the area to make makeshift barricades hopefully to buy as many times until the national guard can be mobilized before they got either overrun or out of ammunition.

~~1 hours 15 minutes later ,Zhabei District ~~
Suddenly a loud sound could be heard by the police officers , community patrol and civilians, an M1 Abrams and its commander signaling and telling them to get out of the way as it breaks through the barricade with dozen of M1128 MGS.
On top of them where the infantry that soon dismounted and exited the vehicle as they reached the combat area. Soon enough the armed civilians and the police joined up and fought with them against these invaders as AH-64 D and AH-64 E Apache flew over gunning down all the Fox Hybrid Creature . As the battle of smoke cleared, the people of Shanghai cheered the soldiers who saved them.

Now that all was clear the police , community patrol , and armed civilian then began capturing as many fox-hybrid creature ,while on it the national guard and imperial marine began their "mop and sweep" for any fox hybrid creature with direct order to kill on sight .

Near the portal structure a group of panicking Fox Hybrid Creature are seen running away from a yellow smoke , soon a group of white masked paramilitary emerge out and calmly shoot the fleeing Fox Hybrid creature down with quick burst of machine gun and well place sniper shot, some that didnt died instantly are brutally mutilated on spot then got paraded away into a pike filled with decapitated head, limbs and organ being wrapped around it. Though burning with vengeance the white masked paramilitary simply didn't pursue further and began guarding the perimeter , awaiting their Emperor order to bring the Heavens wrath to those who dare spill Qings blood , though they seems to found something in common with most of them , an armband with what appears to be Athena , a greek goddesss.

~~2 hours later~~
"A broadcast of The Emperor addressing the incident by offering his utmost condolence to the thousand death victim of Zhabei massacre and promising that justice will be brought to those whom perish that day.
The broadcast later changed to the scene of fully armed and equipped Qing Foreign Legion and Mohist Brotherhood deployment toward the portal."


OOC: To put it simple The Qing Federation will support Firefoxania aristocracy and ready to help the queen wiping out Children of Athena and any other resistance member.
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Postby Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Thu Oct 13, 2022 3:14 pm

Soon.
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Postby Polska Rzeczpospolita Robotnicza » Thu Oct 13, 2022 5:11 pm


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45th Fighter-Bomber Air Regiment
Airbase at unknown location
300km from Firefoxanian border
OPERATION GROM 22
14/10/22
0300

The pilots of the 45th Fighter-Bomber Air Regiment were rapidly scrambled for takeoff procedures, orders having come through from CHALICE to the Polish Airforce's advance element that the time to strike the filth that stood in opposition to them was now. Quickly seating themselves in their aircraft whilst the ground teams scuttled around preparing the aircraft for final flight preparations, the Polish pilots rapidly began flicking the switches in their cockpits, activating vital flight components and beginning the cold start procedure; APUs providing the power needed to activate the powerful Tumansky R25-300 engines within each MiG. Orders rapidly came through the radios on each pilot's aircraft as taxiing procedures were brought into effect, and ground crews finalized their work, leaving the MiGs glistening with high-end rocket pods poised to eradicate any foe brave or foolish enough to stand up to the airframe. Each aircraft was fitted with a 800l additional fuel tank under the fuselage, with the 4 other hardpoints taken up by UB-16-57 pods containing S-5 high explosive rockets. Countermeasure pods had also been mounted in the case of emergencies. As the first of the 36 aircraft began taxiing towards the runway, the ground crews rapidly evacuated the preparation area, scrambling to safety as more aircraft began moving to takeoff.
Three squadrons of MiG-21bis airframes loaded to the gills with high explosive ordnance and packing a significant unguided munitions package were to be supplemented by CHALICE allies, who supposedly would take care of SEAD and air superiority operations according to the regimental commander of the 45th. All the MiGs needed to do was get in close to their target, and loose their payloads upon those unholy, misbegotten beings that constituted the so-called nation of 'Firefoxania'. Surely they were nothing more than a sick joke -- surely this tide of mutant filth was not a nation, even if of some twisted form. As the last of the MiGs made it into the air, the three squadrons would form up their aircraft, climbing to an altitude of 6000m and then moving at a consistent airspeed of 700km/h towards their intended targets. Squadron leader Major Ignacy Konieczny of the lead squadron was uneasy during the flight, especially on the approach to enemy borders; the enemy radar could surely detect them at any moment and his cyclical glances at his SPO-3 RWR grew more and more frequent as the squadron approached 50km off the Firefoxanian border.
The final stretch was approaching, and the pilots of the 45th all knew the score. This enemy was simply too dangerous to be left alone and be allowed to fester, and it was up to them to deliver the hammer to the anvil and kick down the rotten door. Sweat dripped from Konieczny's brow, he hated unpredictability and unknown enemies, but yet he would perform his duty for his people and for his country - to wipe those that would ever become a threat to the Polish nation from the face of the Earth. The aircraft were now nearly within this bizarre land, and soon enough their firepower would be called upon to rain down the coming storm against the misfortunate down below.

45th Fighter-Bomber Air Regiment
Squadron A: 12 MiG-21bis
Complement:
4x UB-16-57 w/ S-5 HE rockets (wing mounted)
1x GSh-23-2 23mm autocannon (inbuilt)
1x 800l disposable fuel tank (fuselage)
1x ASO-2 countermeasure pod w/ 40 flares & 18 chaff (rear fuselage)

Squadron B: 12 MiG-21bis
Complement:
4x UB-16-57 w/ S-5 HE rockets (wing mounted)
1x GSh-23-2 23mm autocannon (inbuilt)
1x 800l disposable fuel tank (fuselage)
1x ASO-2 countermeasure pod w/ 40 flares & 18 chaff (rear fuselage)

Squadron C: 12 MiG-21bis
Complement:
4x UB-16-57 w/ S-5 HE rockets (wing mounted)
1x GSh-23-2 23mm autocannon (inbuilt)
1x 800l disposable fuel tank (fuselage)
1x ASO-2 countermeasure pod w/ 40 flares & 18 chaff (rear fuselage)
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Postby Hammer Britannia » Fri Oct 14, 2022 1:54 am

The 45th Oxford Brigade had always been an oddity amongst the Hammer Britannian forces. Unlike the standard-issue undershirt and sledgehammer, Oxford had been armed with advanced technology with a WW2-Era British spin. It was functionally its own army, with a squadron of multipurpose fighters, a support battalion, an artillery battalion, an armored battalion, and two infantry battalions. The soldiers were in the last stages of preparation for the war, with soldiers rushing to complete their tasks in their base. All except for their commander, a mercenary not from British lands, who was sitting in his office chair casually browsing the internet as if nothing important was going on. The man's attire was high medieval chainmail with a kettle helmet and a cloth tunic. The tunic was white, excluding a black frog in the center. His apparent weapon of choice was a simple spear. Despite this, he was apparently well-regarded enough by the British to not only hire him as a soldier - but also hiring as a commander of one of His Majesty's most prestigious units.

The man's escapades were interrupted by a soldier running into his office. "Colonel, our forces are almost ready. Do you wish to give them a speech?"

The Colonel chuckled. He spoke in an accent far more alien than what the soldier was used to. "This ain't our first rodeo, ya hear? Ol' Pinky wants us to fight for the good of CHALICE, and he sent his best to prove our willingness. When I give the order, the 12th Infantry Battalion and 551st Fighter Squadron are going to go through that portal to establish a base of operations. And for the love of your God - do not forget your gasmasks."

Nearly 3 hours later, the 12th Battalion and 551st Fighter Squadron gathered outside a massive rectangular frame made of a strange black material. The soldiers of the 12th put on their gas masks, some a bit more excitedly than others, as the 551st made their last checks before beginning to take off. The Colonel slowly marched towards the structure, arms behind his back. When he finally reached the structure, he seemingly turned the whole thing with a simple match. Before the 12th and 551st was a portal into the country of Firefoxania.

The 12th Battalion charged in an organized fashion, some of them shooting their firearms into the air as a display of dominance. The 12th secured the area, a small rural locality in the Southeast of Firefoxania, and radioed in for the 551st to begin to fly in. The fighters flew out, some of them just barely missing the soldiers below. The planes terrorized the local countryside, quickly both establishing air superiority in the region. Secure, the 12th Battalion began to construct a new base. This base, a temporary structure until the Engineers go through the portal, would become the base of operations for all future Hammer Britannian operations. Interestingly, the flag of Hammer Britannia was not present at this base. Instead, they only flew one flag - that of the CHALICE Alliance.
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Postby Eisenstern » Fri Oct 14, 2022 4:14 am


【♜】The Tower【♜】
【Council Realms, The Brume】




Celena Notario, Seventh Councillor of Seven, reached down towards her desk and picked up the handset of an antique telephone. It was a work of art, built of delicately-engraved silver and ivory, and it perfectly matched her complexion. She was lounging atop a throne - one of many - in an expansive hall of her castle that she had built… to be honest, simply because she could. There were many such rooms. The Seventh Councillor had once found joy in constructing them, but then she had lost it. And now she was so very, dreadfully bored. But the phone was a spark of excitement, a potential avenue to entertain her. The phone could amount to something.

“Hullo. If you’re ringing this, you know-”

She stopped, and listened for a moment.

“Huh. Never thought it’d be you. Calling in the favour?”

Another few moments of silence saw her blank expression supplanted with one of mild bemusement.

“What, me? Personally? Hah, no. I don’t care about your little spat enough to bother. What novelty is there in this, for me? And besides, I set limits. This isn’t something you can request.”

The voice on the other end rambled on, until Celena herself interrupted it.

“Fine, fine, we can compromise. No, I won’t send the Thriceborn either. But- look, you need a vector, right? That’s it, that’s your criterion. Doesn’t have to be affiliated, you just want shit broken. Fine, we can do that. I can cook something up - I know a guy who’d actually love this gig. Right, mhm.”

There was annoyance in her voice, but her face gradually lit up with a smile. Anyone who knew her would hesitate to call this an improvement, and would in fact probably start worrying right around this point.

“Yeah, sure. You can have it right away. Mhm, alright. Yep. Toodles.”

With that, she set down the receiver, and rose from her seat. There were a number of distinctly un-bony clicks as she stretched, catlike. It sounded like she had vertebrae of glass.

“Right. This is doable, I guess. Ahem, I call upon-”

She frowned.

“Wait, this isn’t right. Shit, do I need to..? Ah, fine.”

Reaching into her cleavage, she withdrew a small felt bag. She undid the string holding it shut, and rather unceremoniously dumped a mound of sparkling white powder out onto one of the few uncrowded spaces on her desk. With her other hand, she drew out a small blue crystal, and promptly used it to shuffle the pile together into a more cohesive mass. Apparently satisfied, she stood back for a moment, before slamming her face directly into the pile. It vanished with a loud snorting sound - rising back up to her full height, she brushed the last few specks of powder from her nose, and promptly swallowed the crystal.

“Wasn’t I meant to smoke it? Whatever, this works. Now.”

Celena raised her hands up into the air, and the room responded. Small objects rose from the surfaces they had occupied, floating into the air as if borne aloft by invisible hands. The desk began to shudder and shake as the witch intoned; her voice was of ice, and of death.

”I call upon the demon Keg’dorath, Firstborn Shaman, Prince of Excess. I invoke his name, his being, and all that is beneath him - I draw from all the world’s indulgence, and the hubris of man. Eleventh tier magick-”

Lightning sparked between her fingers, raking arcs across the walls and floor. Somewhere, a bottle exploded. The grin on her face was manic, an expression that betrayed her utter inhumanity - it was the mark of an indulgence deeper than all of creation. Her next words were the roar of a tempest, the hammering of gods upon the fundament itself. They oozed with primal power, and the world bent to listen.

”SUMMON KETAMINE APE!”



【⬤】Firefoxania【⬤】
【Outskirts of Vaven】




It happened without warning.

A small suburban neighborhood, entirely spared from the brewing conflict. Its inhabitants, clueless of what was about to befall them - they had gone on with their lives, fearful of the future, but hopeful that lasting peace would come. And now, as the sky darkened and the air grew heavy with an indescribable, alien power, they were filled with an eerie feeling of dread. Of finality, in a way they could not describe. It built up like floodwaters behind a dam, to a breaking point that nobody could see coming. An eruption of light, of crackling force, immediately annihilating an entire street corner and most of the buildings around it, fusing concrete and asphalt into featureless black glass. Dozens of lives, extinguished in an instant - they were merely the beginning.

The thing that stood at the center of the blast zone, when the dust had finally cleared, was an ape. Or rather, some deranged lunatic’s hallucination of one - easily five meters tall, its size was further accentuated by the flattened wasteland pocket into which it had arrived. Its body was transparent, as if composed of pure congealed water, or perhaps a single flowing, unblemished diamond. Organs could be seen within - massed blood vessels, gleaming crimson, wreathing a massive heart. Its arms, colossal, serving as a second pair of legs, were wound about with a pair of crystalline serpents. Where its face should have been, there was only a gaping hole.

The creature looked around without eyes, sniffed without a nose. It had arrived with singular purpose - it was execution itself, immutable. The universe would bend to its will. It spoke to no one, and yet its words were directed to all.

”Ahh. Free at last. O Aurora… now dawns thy reckoning. And thy gore shall glisten before the temples of man!”

With a fluid, predatory grace, it moved from its site of arrival, and started its journey towards the city of Vaven proper.

Today was its day.
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Postby Firefoxania » Fri Oct 14, 2022 6:40 am

OOC: Jesus I never expected this thread to blow up.

TRANSCRIPT: FRIDAY 14, 2022.

The Empress:
This is a broadcast to all of you who decided to take up arms against the rebellion. I am pleased to say that the Children have been pushed back into Eastern Vaven. This will be a mighty victory for Firefo-

BZZZZZZZZZZ.

As the radio transcript cut out, half of Central Vaven went completely dark. No backup power will be supplied until later this Saturday. The rebellion has gained a foothold in Eastern Vaven, turning it into an entire fortress known as the Eastern Stretch. It covered 13.5 miles (21 km), nearly half of the entire Berlin Wall. They were able to secure this foothold due to unrest in that region of Firefoxania, allowing the CoA to recruit members in EV (Eastern Vaven.) With the rise of militias steadily increasing, the entire military AND police force had to combine into one superbranch called The Capital Guard. They plan to move half of their troops near Eastern Vaven, entrenched in the Defense District, while the other half stayed in the Central Vaven capital building.

Complete darkness.
Silence.
Waiting...

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Postby Ignis States » Fri Oct 14, 2022 9:31 am

Somewhere within the exosphere…
“Sir, are you sure about this?” The bridge of a rather non-descript Netkulykae carrier hovers over the planet. Specifically, it hovers over a country known as Firefoxania…
Two men stand at the bridge: An Akagaitan male in black and grey digital camouflage with a single silver bar on his rank tab, and a half-human, half-Tzakyuzan in the same type of uniform, but with two silver bars instead.

“Tribune, I was just ordered to bring my ship here by the Stratarch because…and I quote, ‘it’ll be fucking hilarious’.”
Upper Tribune Fletcher’s subordinate just…sits there, blinking. Ultimately, Lower Tribune Chang’E sighs.

“Just order the-“

“Order the Cataphracts to drop.” Chang’E pinches the bridge of his…nose, snout?…before his computerized contact flickers.
Orders to all Cataphracts: Drop!

Doors on the bottom of the NLS Europa slide open…just in time for thousands of drop pods to fall from the sky. Each one has a series of coordinates attached to it; All in all, they’re each aimed at strategic military locations, ranging from bases to industrial targets. The pods, as well, have a form of camouflage to prevent detection.

And as soon as they land, two 100 man Centuries each targeting around 50 military facilities. Each legionary is sporting sleek power armor equipped with energy shielding, designed to resist both energy and kinetic weaponry. Their rifles, however, are the truly scary part: Mizlrvekiza rifles thet fire beams of energy designed to disintegrate and transmute whatever matter they hit into a fragile, sandy material, effectively nullifying most magical, energy-based, and physical defenses.

Operation Chalice of Triumph has begun.
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Postby Firefoxania » Fri Oct 14, 2022 9:53 am

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Within the silence of the night, thousands of lights of anti-aircraft shot up into the sky at the incoming drop pods. With the rumble and roar of the flak cannons and the drop pods, it somehow managed to knock out all of the power in Central Vaven, leaving hundreds of thousands of Vulpixians without light. The flak only lasted for about a half an hour, before complete silence fell across Vaven territory. No engines roaring. No wildlife. Nothing. Just the lights of unknown entities across Vaven territory, waiting for the moment to strike...

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Postby Langong » Fri Oct 14, 2022 11:09 am

24 hours after the Zhabei Massacre , the combined effort of Qing Foreign Legion and Mohist Brotherhood had successfully route the retreating straggler and secure a foothold of 10 km circle wide area around the portal structure without suffering any casualties. While these was a success the bitter experience against Phem Rouge in Cambodia make them careful against jungle warfare especially against local guerilla ,therefore the combined forces won't advance much further ahead , instead the recon team sent UAV first to scout determine the enemy position and number as well as terrains. When the UAV came beyond the hills, they were able to scout what appears to be a convoy of trucks and light tank with 1000 fox hybrid creature marching around them ,live footage of it shown that all of them wore what appears to be weird combination of Ural warlord weapon , equipment and vehicle ,but most importantly the banner of Athena , the one deemed responsible for Zhabei massacre.

The Officers knew that they were on the right track , but decided not to rush it and sent another round of UAV , these time using Thermal specialized one that can detect enemy hiding within the thick dense of woodland , which reveal a scary amount of 10000 heat sign surrounding the convoy ,a sight of relief shown on their face , now they knew where exactly where to hit all of them without suffering all the nastiness of asymetrical warfare.

During all of these ,the clueless fox hybrid creature won't know about what it is to hit them was due to the massive gap in technology between the Post Modern tech and Ural warlord weaponary that was 4 decades old .

30 minutes later
After the scouting was completed, the joint forces of Qing Foreign legion and Mohist Brotherhood began moving their regiment size combatant (3000 strong) alongside of dozen M1A2 SEP tank , 50 Armored Mobile artillery and 100 M1117 ASV in the fortified hill then began their assault to the convoy position in from the Hill with AH-64F and MC-130J Commando II providing Close Air Support.

The Convoy and their guard escort at the time were completely overwhelmed and helpless against the superior firepower of machine guns ,artillery ,and tanks of the Qing Federation while the children of athena early ural weapon like kalashinkov, ppsh , and mosin were completely useless against the post modern steel plates of tank and armored vehicle.

In order to regain control over the situation, the children of Athena guerilla force was advancing through the thick cover of dense wood toward the hill. However, that ended with the foot of the hill littered with thousands of stinking corpses either by hail of machine gun fire , sniper shot , claymore mine , artillery shell , or overly eager Mohist Brotherhood zealot charging downhill with Bayoneted M249. - The utter massacre of the Children of Athena forces when they met their doom toward Qing forces tanks, artillery and machine guns were all viewed live by the Qing Armed Forces HQ in Yunnan with everyone baffled on the overkill.

One of the Children of Athena tried to repel the Qing joint forces advanced by initiating a suicidal cavalry charge to Qing forces that moved downhill, only to see the entire echeleon under his command burned alive by white phosphorus , with some still alive being cremated alive by Mohist brotherhood Cremator trooper moving behind the “light life” (suicide charger) unit that charge earlier.

As the result, Children of Athena lost a division worth of forces after mere half hour of futile resistance. With those whom unlucky enough being captured by the Mohist brotherhood and turned them to grotesque decoration filling all over the wood that can be summarized as "bloody forest" where entrails are dangled from branches to branches , thousand mutilated corpsed torn apart with all of their organs replaced by flowers then hanged on trees, with some being truly unlucky were dragged and used as live experimentation subject to Qing imperial marine attache of "Disease ,Emergency ,and Disaster Prevention Department" .

While they can pursue to fully rout the Children of Athena forces ,due to various anomaly being sighted and detected by another wave of UAV such as "thousands of drop pods fell from sky" , "darkened sky and what seems to be a nuclear cloud in a horizon " and ,"various radio signal from height where only a fighter plane or jet could fly" , the Qing joint forces had decided that its best not to push their luck

After the burning and cleaning up all the corpses, the Qing Joint Forces began to set up more permanent base in what they dub as Golgoth Hill with its five coloured flag on top. Afterward the Joint forces began setting up even more defense in the inner perimiter and the woods while waiting for the next wave of Qing reinforcement coming from the portal
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Postby Firefoxania » Fri Oct 14, 2022 11:51 am

Qing Joint Forces: Golgoth Hill, 50 miles off the west side of the Eastern Stretch.

Cataphracts: Somewhere in Western Vaven.

KETAMINE APE: Outskirts of Northern Vaven.

Children of Athena: Eastern Stretch, 200 miles away from the Vaven Capital. (About the length of Kansas City to St. Louis.)

The Capital Guard: Entrenched in the Defense District, about a mile away from the Vaven Capital.

12th Battalion: Southeastern Firefoxania, 190 miles away from Central Vaven.
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Postby Ignis States » Fri Oct 14, 2022 12:19 pm

Firefoxania wrote:.
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Within the silence of the night, thousands of lights of anti-aircraft shot up into the sky at the incoming drop pods. With the rumble and roar of the flak cannons and the drop pods, it somehow managed to knock out all of the power in Central Vaven, leaving hundreds of thousands of Vulpixians without light. The flak only lasted for about a half an hour, before complete silence fell across Vaven territory. No engines roaring. No wildlife. Nothing. Just the lights of unknown entities across Vaven territory, waiting for the moment to strike...


The flak has a difficult time hitting the drop pods initially, due to the difficulty involved in detecting them, let alone hitting them.
But as soon as they enter the troposphere, less than 2 kilometers from the ground, the impacts begin.
Several drop pods are struck by the flak, approximately 50 out of the incoming 5,000. A majority of these are not outright destroyed, save for two. Rather, they’re simply knocked off course by a matter of miles.

The cataphracts that land in their destination, meanwhile, immediately take out their rifles. Over their helmet comms, their Cataphract Brigade Commander gives a single order: “Kill all enemy personnel”.
As soon as they register enemies, they begin to fire! Mizlrvekiza shots fly in the direction of the enemy with precise aim, aided by the software within both weapons and helmets.
The 96 Cataphracts who land off course, however…

“Centurion, where the fuck are we?” A human clad in full armor climbs forth from his burst-open pod. Rifle in hand, he listens closely to his comms. A gruff voice with a telltale Ignisian accent greets him in response.

“No clue, Legionary. Knocked off course, maintain communication with your squad, platoon, and century. Scout out the area, shoot to kill!”
Senior Legionary William Fisher silently lifts up his weapon before looking around. Wilderness, it seems…
95 other Cataphracts, spread out over 20 miles, find themselves in the same situation. All to do now is look for the enemy…
What happens when you cross anime powers and overpowered leaders with furries, all written by a bored Homestuck fan with too much time? Well, you get Rumei. A multiethnic, FT republic with both might and magic that let it conquer the entire Orion Arm.
A 7.6 (this is probably outdated but I can’t do the calculations rn) (Tier 9, Level 6, Type 9) according to this index.
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Postby Firefoxania » Fri Oct 14, 2022 12:45 pm

A small detachment of about 46 Capital Guardsmen named the 76th Vulpine Strike Force, located 64 miles away from Central Vaven, went to investigate the crash site.
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The group encountered impact zones from the metal and drop pods falling from seemingly nowhere. They treaded lightly over the craters to located the source of them.

The 76th Vulpine Strike Force, also known as the VSF, was a detachment of the Capital Guard established in 2022 in efforts to combat the rebellion. Made up of a total of 105 soldiers split between 67 men and 39 women. They carried 1918-1945 weaponry as they have yet to advance far into their technology. Filled with courage to fight for their country, they are determined to hold off any resistance in Firefoxania,


Multiple groups of militias were trying their best to hold off against the alien forces. All attempts were lost in the heat of the moment...

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Postby Polska Rzeczpospolita Robotnicza » Fri Oct 14, 2022 1:16 pm



45th Fighter-Bomber Air Regiment
Within Firefoxanian airspace, 6000m altitude
Nearing Vaven City
OPERATION GROM 22
14/10/22
0400


Konieczny watched as his aircraft passed above the countryside below, rending the skies apart as it surged ahead on its path towards the designated target location. He thought to himself for a moment, bemused by the utter lack of radar detection thus far and entirely uncertain as to the capabilities of his new foe. Uncertainty. A feeling that he and many others considered worse than a kick in the balls, driving his mind into a frenzy of panic and self-correction; his aircraft and the familiarity of there being an Earth below were the only consistencies in this mission. His squadron followed behind him, spread out in a wedge to his left and right. Their aircraft streaked across the sky with an elegant grace, but he was sure this aptitude in flight merely masked the disconcertedness of his fellow pilots.

And there he spotted it, beyond the clouds and near the horizon, the city of Vaven itself - festering home of the Firefoxian creatures - truly a blight upon the face of the Earth. As the head of the lead squadron, he had a duty to report back to his regimental commander in order to prepare for the attack. He flicked his microphone on, conveying his confirmation to the others. The commander's headset crackled as Konieczny's words came through.

<<Visual contact with target, bearing 027.>>

There was no wait for the response, his commander's orders came through to the entire regiment with impetus and punctuality.

<<Copy that A-1. Maintain heading, weapon safeties off. Attack on my order.>>

With those words, Konieczny felt his skin crawl, knowing full well that his squadron could be entering into a trap along with the entire regiment. In compliance he prepared his weaponry, pylons hot and cannon loaded - formidable firepower if utilized correctly. With some luck, whatever other assets had been dispatched to the area would've surely dealt with or tied up enemy air defences. So he hoped anyway. He had never bargained on ever doing anything like this, but his allies needed assistance and his country demanded his confidence and success. His regiment shouldn't have even been within flight range of this perverse place, but yet here they were because of some unknowable fuckery, operating under the auspice of an association so esoteric that no mortal man could even remotely begin to comprehend the true mechanisms of its inner function.

If the enemy had a time to intercept their approach, it was now. But yet the RWR in Konieczny's MiG was eerily silent; no lights blinked nor sounds blared. The last stretch was within their sights after some 400 or so kilometres of flight, and though he may have had doubts about the plan he kept them to himself. He was a righteous servant of his country; he would never disgrace his people by disobeying his orders. Three squadrons of heavily armed airframes were a sight to behold in the skies above, but the true shock and awe was still to come. If this all went to plan, Firefoxania would never again be able to threaten the existence of the human race through its repugnant practices. Total devastation awaited.
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Postby Ignis States » Fri Oct 14, 2022 1:21 pm

At the drop site...

Fisher's helmet begins to pick up heat signatures at around 500 meters away. Immediately, he shoulders his rifle before flicking off the safety. What're these bastards like?
"This is Fisher! Squad Delta, Platoon 2! Contact detected, potential enemy forces!" The signal broadcasts to all soldiers within his Century. In time...

"Contact spotted!" broadcasts within his helmet before shutting off. Time to hope they're doing their job correctly...Fisher dives behind the wreckage of his pod as soon as the heat signatures get closer.
The instant the heat signatures get past the 200 meters range, he doesn't hesitate; With a pull of the trigger, beams of white light leave the barrel of his black-and-gold rifle. An outline of black energy flickers around each beam that releases as he holds down the trigger, like one pulse transitions into another...and another, and another.

Each shot is aimed at a silhouette, all generally targeting center mass. As the detachment of the 76th Vulpine Strike Force advances forward, multiple members of Century 6 begin to fire upon the investigating soldiers.



Western Vaven

"You know, they look a lot like us, Sergeant!" In the middle of an engagement with militia forces, a 10-man squad fires upon their defending enemy with skilled, determined trigger pull after trigger pull. The leader of the squad listens to the comment from one of his enlisted men without stopping or slowing.

"Cheap imitations, Legionary. They sure as hell look like you and me, but look at the eyes. Look at the lack of magic. Far from us." Sergeant Taemte quickly shifts his gaze over to a Vulpixan militiamen, who takes careful aim with his rifle...

The kinetic round bounces off his energy shields before it can even hit his helmet; When Taemte raises his rifle to gun him down, an NCO from an entirely different squad aims his index and middle fingers from hundreds of yards away.
A bright blue bolt of electricity explodes from his fingertips before striking the poor infantryman right in the side of his chest; In an instant, he's left a smoking, charred heap.

"We can do that, they can't!"
All across the landing sites, this general scene plays out a thousand times...
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What happens when you cross anime powers and overpowered leaders with furries, all written by a bored Homestuck fan with too much time? Well, you get Rumei. A multiethnic, FT republic with both might and magic that let it conquer the entire Orion Arm.
A 7.6 (this is probably outdated but I can’t do the calculations rn) (Tier 9, Level 6, Type 9) according to this index.
Come to The Orion, we got C U L T U R E and F U R R I E S

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Postby Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Fri Oct 14, 2022 2:52 pm

The Tatra Sejm - Mt. Rysy - 2 months prior
Ogniem i mieczem - Pan Onufry Zagłoba

A loud boom revebrerated through the air of the ancient chambers as a young man burst through the doors, panting as he did so. "News!" he cried. "The King calls for men!"

Two-hundred ancient eyes fixed upon the young officer. Two-hundred rose, and one among them spoke. A tall nature-spirit came forward, her cuirass clinking slightly as she approached the herald. "Calm yourself, boy." she grunted. "What does His Majesty require?"

"Firefoxania, Marshal Ryszana-" the herald gasped. "They've found them."

For a brief moment, the air seemed to chill. "I have never heard of this land." she said at last, though her eyes narrowed. "But if what you say is true, we shall answer. Has His Majesty provided proof?"

"Yes, Marshal, right here-" He fumbled slightly, and pulled a thick packet of red-inked and stamped papers, offering it to her. "This is all I could carry for now, but His Majesty is willing to provide more as requested.

"I see." She glanced down at the paper, taking it. Her eyes raced across the writing, widening more and more as she took in more and more. Her fingers shook, and finally, she looked up. "I see." she repeated in a quiet whisper. "I shall...send this to the Commitee on Vigilance, and they will deliberate before the day is out. You are...dismissed. Thank you."



OOC: I'm falling a bit behind so I hope you don't mind me rushing things along a little -- Pave Lows are designed to rapidly and stealthily insert small groups of troops anyway, so I hope you do not mind me assuming that, when used in combination of nape-of-the-earth flight, they can avoid air defenses and the like.

Firefoxania, Western Vaven - Host of Rabka-Zdrój, initial landing force - Present Day
Hostile Illusion - Escape from Tarkov OST

Amid the dark night, a hidden ally moved to aid the Ignase.

A small collection of Pave Low helicopters took off from the ORP Jadwiga of Poland. They swept through the air, flew low, and after a long while settled down in a field, disgorging a small force of light infantry, 36 strong. The platoon moved quickly and quietly through Western Vaven, avoiding the enemy where they could, ventilating them from afar where they couldn't, and noting down communications, power infrastructure, and encampments/fortifications.

As they approached the landing-zone of the drop pods, the Cataphract Commander would find his radio crackling.

"Oi, oi, is this on? This is Marcin Wrocimowic, Knight of the Tatras, commander of the Host of Rabka-Zdrój. Uh...I've got a small landing force near your position right now -- do you need any skulls cracked or have you seen an airfield we can steal?"
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IC name is "Blauwalder-Ryzana".
A traumatized, but recovering, MT-Early PMT/FanT constitutional monarchy consisting of a personal and constitutional union of two Kingdoms. A land of rampant gun ownership, governmental schizophrenia, militias with enough heavy weapons to turn an armored division into a badly-shaken battalion of light infantry, and terrified Christinaslander Air Force personnel counting down the days until they rotate back home, locked in an eternal standoff with it's northernly, more autocratic(?), neighbor.

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Postby Ignis States » Fri Oct 14, 2022 3:14 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:The Tatra Sejm - Mt. Rysy - 2 months prior
Ogniem i mieczem - Pan Onufry Zagłoba

A loud boom revebrerated through the air of the ancient chambers as a young man burst through the doors, panting as he did so. "News!" he cried. "The King calls for men!"

Two-hundred ancient eyes fixed upon the young officer. Two-hundred rose, and one among them spoke. A tall nature-spirit came forward, her cuirass clinking slightly as she approached the herald. "Calm yourself, boy." she grunted. "What does His Majesty require?"

"Firefoxania, Marshal Ryszana-" the herald gasped. "They've found them."

For a brief moment, the air seemed to chill. "I have never heard of this land." she said at last, though her eyes narrowed. "But if what you say is true, we shall answer. Has His Majesty provided proof?"

"Yes, Marshal, right here-" He fumbled slightly, and pulled a thick packet of red-inked and stamped papers, offering it to her. "This is all I could carry for now, but His Majesty is willing to provide more as requested.

"I see." She glanced down at the paper, taking it. Her eyes raced across the writing, widening more and more as she took in more and more. Her fingers shook, and finally, she looked up. "I see." she repeated in a quiet whisper. "I shall...send this to the Commitee on Vigilance, and they will deliberate before the day is out. You are...dismissed. Thank you."



OOC: I'm falling a bit behind so I hope you don't mind me rushing things along a little -- Pave Lows are designed to rapidly and stealthily insert small groups of troops anyway, so I hope you do not mind me assuming that, when used in combination of nape-of-the-earth flight, they can avoid air defenses and the like.

Firefoxania, Western Vaven - Host of Rabka-Zdrój, initial landing force - Present Day
Hostile Illusion - Escape from Tarkov OST

Amid the dark night, a hidden ally moved to aid the Ignase.

A small collection of Pave Low helicopters took off from the ORP Jadwiga of Poland. They swept through the air, flew low, and after a long while settled down in a field, disgorging a small force of light infantry, 36 strong. The platoon moved quickly and quietly through Western Vaven, avoiding the enemy where they could, ventilating them from afar where they couldn't, and noting down communications, power infrastructure, and encampments/fortifications.

As they approached the landing-zone of the drop pods, the Cataphract Commander would find his radio crackling.

"Oi, oi, is this on? This is Marcin Wrocimowic, Knight of the Tatras, commander of the Host of Rabka-Zdrój. Uh...I've got a small landing force near your position right now -- do you need any skulls cracked or have you seen an airfield we can steal?"



Drop Pod Site Alpha. Western Vaven

Standing in a plastic and metal structure about the size of a large tent, over a newly set up command console, is a curious looking individual. Wearing the trademark collared, faded scarlet shirt of a Ketelykae service uniform, Lieutenant Muklr Sitiruz listens to the audio being transmitted from a chip inserted in his ear.
From a distance, he could be compared to an Ignisian. But it's the up-close details that hint at a mixed heritage: His fur is evenly split between black and white, complete with one black spot over his right eye. His ears still stand straight up, but with a generally rounder, wider shape. The real difference lies in his tail, which is a short tuft about a third of the length of most Ignisian tails.

On his collar are three connected golden bars for each collar point.

"Lieutenant Muklr Sitiruz, Expeditionary Brigade. Small landing force...Tell you what. Drop down here and you can scout ahead with some of our own recon units. Fan out in all directions, take whatever targets aren't heavily fortified, report back to command on the targets that are, etcetera. Does that sit right with you?"
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What happens when you cross anime powers and overpowered leaders with furries, all written by a bored Homestuck fan with too much time? Well, you get Rumei. A multiethnic, FT republic with both might and magic that let it conquer the entire Orion Arm.
A 7.6 (this is probably outdated but I can’t do the calculations rn) (Tier 9, Level 6, Type 9) according to this index.
Come to The Orion, we got C U L T U R E and F U R R I E S

Show Recommendation: Cobra Kai. It is very, very good.
IC Name: Roman Republic, or simply Rome (Rumei). Occasionally called the Ignisian Republic. Current year is 2697.

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Postby Elysian Treaty Organization » Fri Oct 14, 2022 7:18 pm

OPORDER CHANCELLORS DAGGER
CLASSIFIED


OBJECTIVE: COMPLETE DESTRUCTION OF THE FIREFOXANIAN GOVERNMENT

SITUATION: AT 0600 HOURS LOCAL TIME, ELYSIAN HIGH-COMMAND HAS ORDERED THE DESTRUCTION OF THE FIREFOXANIAN GOVERNMENT. THE NATION IS CURRENTLY STUCK IN A BRUTAL CIVIL WAR, AND COMMAND HAS AUTHORIZED A "HUMANITARIAN" EXCURSION TO STABILIZE THE FIREFOXANIAN NATION UNDER A NEW GOVERNMENT. THIS OPERATION IS TO BE LAUNCHED IN COOPERATION WITH MEMBERS OF 'CHALICE'.

AS OF RIGHT NOW, POLISH FORCES HAVE STARTED ENGAGEMENT WITH THE FIREFOXANIAN PDF. YOU ARE TO SUPPORT THESE FORCES.

EXECUTION:

1) DESTROY FIREFOXANIAN "BREEDING CHAMBERS". LIBERATE ALL SURVIVORS. SAID CHAMBERS ARE CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY UNDER THE 3rd PASTDERWICK CONVENTION.
2) MOVE TO SUPPORT PPC AND PRR FORCES CURRENTLY ENGAGING FIREFOXANIAN FORCES BY DEPLOYMENT OF LANDEER BRIGADES AND ARTILLERY SUPPORT.
3) EXECUTE SURGICAL STRIKES USING EIS ASSETS ATTACHED TO YOUR BG.
4) DESTROY FIREFOXANIAN GOVERNMENT BUILDINGS, ASSETS AND PERSONNEL THROUGH ANY MEANS NECESSARY.

NUCLEAR WEAPONS, RKVs AND MACs NOT AUTHORIZED.


Captain Matt Garner watched as 7 blue holes slowly grew in size, the portals to another plane of existence easily mistakable for black-holes. 7 ships roared into existence, the dark and angular ships crawling with assorted weapons mounts and a intimidating "maw", the home to the main weapon of the ships. The rest of the fleet joined the small recon element, thanks to the FTL coordinates the single frigate had transmitted through comms a hour before. They lazily orbited a single blue planet, the ships holding position for the single order to execute Operation Chancellors Dagger. Chancellors Dagger was an operation to behead the barbaric Firefoxanian Government through the liberal application of overwhelming force.

In Matt's view, the Firefoxanian government was an utterly barbaric foe. The intel reports he read noted that the government used some sort of "breeding gas", which made him sick with the implications of the accusation. They had to defang and purge this inhumane government from the universe, unless they be allowed to fester and expand. HICOM had ordered to not happen by any means possible. The barbarians had to be stopped.

A single lased message popped up on his console, the contents of which almost had him whoop in excitement.

<<OPORDER CHANCELLORS DAGGER CHALICE, CHALICE, CHALICE.>>

Matt slammed down on the general quarters button, allowing his voice to run through the entire ship with ease. "General Quarters, General Quarters. Execution order given, prepare for immediate combat. I repeat, general quarters, general quarters, general quarters. This is not a drill." His message fizzled out, allowing the distinctive klaxons to ring throughout the ship as sailors ran to their stations. Landeers locked down airlock after airlock as sailors manned fire-suppression stations, preparing for the impossible. The steel boots of officers stamped throughout the ship as he clicked his crash gear in place, the officers taking up positions within the internal bridge of the ship. His stomach started to churn as the ship descended into atmosphere. He couldn't suppress the feeling of stress, despite the fact that military intelligence had noted that the Firefoxans posed no threat to the formidable fleet deployed. It was a point of contention within the senate that a entire ECG was being deployed to fight against mere primitives, but footage of the breeding chambers and the final objective of the Firefoxan state shut up all opposition.

The ETS Danerville roared to life, descending into the atmosphere as it approached its objectives. The rest of the fleet followed it, the blue plumes of maneuvering engines lighting up atmosphere. The Danerville's heat shields flared up as it slowly descended in-atmo. The other ships of the fleets were barely visible at this range, with the slew of collision lights being the only thing giving their positions away.

A single order was lased to his ship - their objectives.
<<ETS Liberation of Afana will support the remmants of Rumei and their beachhead in the west. Precise location not known, use IFF transponders to find them. ETS Danerville will support the Polish Commonwealth. MACs and RKVs are forbidden. The rest of the fleet will move to deliver multiple Expeditionary brigades ground-side.>>

His sensors officer sent an affirm as the ship roared towards an uncertain future. While the fleet descended, the ETS Skrimisher sent a high-powered radio message to all friendly forces. It was simple, but communicated that the war would change in a major manner.

<<To all friendly forces in the nation of Firefoxania. Light orbital will be available within a few hours. The ETS Liberation of Afana and Danerville have been tasked to support your forces, with Elysian brigades landing groundside once we get locations of LZs. Please transmit coordinates for any flat location larger than 0.75 klicks. We need 5 of them.>>
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Postby The Dark Domain » Fri Oct 14, 2022 8:02 pm

In the space over Firefoxania a pair of massive rectangular blocks of black stone, studded with runes, hatches and clusters of crystals lumbered into place In space over Firefoxania

In the sanctum of the Monolith Oblivion Mage-Captain Deranis Vil shifted on his throne and gestured at the wall of white crystal opposite, it instantly cleared into the black-robed image of the Mage-Captain of the Eternity

"Why are you here Avon" snarled the orange-robed Conjurer "did Xodalf truly think that The Conjuration School would need your help opening a Hellgate?"

The Necromancer shrugged and leant back in his own throne "clearly there was a failure in communication, we were sent to release a Necromantic Plague"

"Well clearly we can't do both, we will be swamped with undead Outsiders" Deranis Vil scowled "if we ask for clarification, by the time The Council comes to consensus the war will probably be over and we will have failed our obligation"

Avon leant forward on his throne and produced a large gold coin "flip you for it"

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Five minutes later

On the main street of Firefoxia's capital city there was a burst of displaced air and thirty knights in armor and ten orange-robed Magi appeared

Immediately the knights locked shields and a dome of force burst into being, protecting the Magi as they began to draw runes in blood and place crystals at carefully measured points in the circle

One Mage nudged the one working next to him, his twin brother "Xanthion, did anyone ever tell us why we're unleashing the hordes of hell onto these people?"

"Chalice, Zethus, Chalice" came the reply

"AH, I see"

With a burst of Hellfire and the scream of ten thousand tortured souls reality tore and a gate a hundred metres high burst into existence, vomiting an unending tide of screaming Demons, Devils and Daemons onto the city, slaying, consuming and destroying everything in sight

A few hundred feet down the street a small convoy of tanker trucks was overtaken and breached, releasing a purple gas into the air

Zethus nudged his brother "what's that?"

Xanthion cast a simple divination "apparently it's some kind of 'breeding gas'"

"so we just-" began Zethus

"Imbued the Hordes of Hell with an overpowering mating urge, yes" finished Xanthion

The twins glanced at each other then the entire Domain force teleported away, leaving the Hellgate to continue spewing horror

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Postby Langong » Sat Oct 15, 2022 11:30 am

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Kuon PS2 Soundtrack (Gamerip) Track 09

Somewhere In the dense woods at west part of eastern sterch , stormy ,midnight
A group of captured qings citizen being dragged by bandits wearing children of athena armbands , from the signs of it the captor intentionally deprived the captive of food , water ,and sleep. suddenly the bandit group stopped after their scout discovered a large number of scattered bars stuck into the ground of the usual route to their hideout , being confused on how it ended there , all of them decided to be on full alert and readying their weapon ,though their journey back seemingly went uneventful , until when they reach their hideout checkpoint , the bandit repeatedly turning on and off their flashlight to make morse code as to confirm their arrival. but these time , there's none , after checking further there's none of the usual guard that was supposed to be there , one of them think that if there was an attack , there should be a scent of blood or gunpowder somewhere.

The group knew something off is going on, then split up to 3 smaller group , the first group checked the hideout , the second one spread around , with the last group guarding the "merchandise".

5 minutes went pass without nothing happened , feeling bored few member of the third group felt decided to slack off with two of them decided to "relief" their stress by "playing" with one of the captured Qings citizen , just a moment before both of em pulled their pants down and get ready to have "fun" , something shadowy came right behind them , snapping both neck, with more shadowy figure quickly disarmed the entire third group and tying them up , few of the shadowy figure swiftly unbound the captured Qing citizen , after quickly checking the shadowy found many sign of the captured Qing citizen being both brutalized and violated by the fox hybrid creature , a rage brew inside the personnel that perform the medical check ,but keeping his professionalism , he simply contact the group outside about what happen .
The squad of shadowy figure outside after hearing the information, looked at the clearly trembling fox hybrid creature , doing the unthinkable , unbound them , saying nothing .Not wanting to waste their chances the bandits began running away , with the shadowy figure standing there menacingly then collectively activating their night vision goggles.

The panicky and retreating bandits from the third group began heading straight to where most of the second group should be gathering , but they suddenly noticed something , their number are decreasing one by one after certain distance passed , all gone seemingly evaporated to the winds.

One of the bandits feeling demoralized began shooting randomly , feeling that he gonna jeopardize the entire group survival one of the senior bandit member attempt to knock him back to senses , only for the trigger happy bandit to be taken away somewhere within an instant by a shadowy figure , the senior bandits feeling despair simply kneel to the ground leaving his group to their doom without any leader figure , the remaining bandits by sheer desperation then form a circular position and firing all of their gun to the trees and bushes seemingly refused to died without a fight , until one by one of them being hanged to tree or dirt by a long ramrod fired somewhere. The senior bandit witnessing all of these began laughing in fits of insanity with more sinister laughter coming from the trees and bushes.

~~5 minutes later~~
The bandit leader of second group began noticing that some of her member she positioned earlier to guard the rear ,didn't respond to her , feeling annoyed she decided to check what did they do these time , only for her to saw the senior bandit from third group limping in pain before falling down , she quickly signal her fellow bandits to rush forward , all of them skillfully moved themselves behind cover of trees or rocks toward his position , the leader of second group then quickly check the senior bandit and felt huge relief once she found no major injury on him then hugged him , thanking god that he's still alive.

Both of them had their eyes in gaze together , the senior bandits gave her a kind smile and gave her a gentle headpat and letting her hug him for a while ,until suddenly out of nowhere the senior bandit quickly wrestle her down and quickly restraining her . The other bandit felt confused simply follow their reflex to aim their iron sight and scope toward the senior bandit only for them to hit the ground with a hot tunnel created instantly between their eye. the second bandit leader feeling helpless by seeing her brother/sister in arms being killed tried to break the restraint only for the senior bandit to punch her and whisper with tears "They told me to choose one to live , the rest has to die , so i choose you instead" . the second bandit leaders refused to believe that the senior bandit sold them all for that reason and continue her futile resistance until a shadowy figure came ,put a pencil to her mouth , open a photo album of what appears to be all member of first group then give V (two) handsign . The senior bandit get excited then ask her to choose , she in tears finally gave in and pick her brother and uncle , the only relative she had left.

~~10 minutes later~~
The First group of bandit are running away after they saw their headquarter turned to a "gore cave" filled with limbs and organ scattered all over , dried blood all over the floor last but not least heads nailed by ramrod into various furniture. all of them knew that they are in deep deep problem and desperately running to Children of Athena HQ due to believing that they are dealing with some sort of the Empress Aurora special forces , they suddenly saw two familiar faces at distance, the senior bandit and leader of second group , with hurry the first group leader alongside two of his guard run toward them , and quickly asking what's the status of their group despite running out of breath , both of them calmly pulled out their sidearm and shot him death then quickly wrestle both of the guard down .The first group bandit despite being shocked at the scene assume battle position and began taking cover and firing toward the senior bandit and leader of second group .

Then a muzzle of light appear , a ramrod pierced through the three head of unfortunate bandit stucking all three into raggy position to a tree. some of the first group then took initiative heading toward sideway from where the muzzle came from to flank them from another side , believing they knew the terrain better until some of them fell to pieces through the ground , then they saw blood dripping in what appears to be a wire , the other tried to crawl away until one of them heard a small click noises and got his body blasted to gibbs. then there's another simply falling to the knees and began praying for forgiveness to the god and empress. the exchange of gunfire happen for around 15 seconds until its all dark and quiet.

Afterward 30 shadowy figure emerge, some of them took watch , with few going toward the two pinned guard and the one that kept asking for forgiveness to god and empress . the shadowy figure these time pulled out the Children of Athena armband and with simple gesture of pointing each of them and then tapping the armband multiple time. the surviving bandit knew what the shadowy figure wants , the Children of Athena HQ.

while they all felt bad for betraying their ally ,in the end their survival instinct kicks in , they make their choice .

One of the shadowy figure then contact the Qing Joint Forces of the captured Qings citizen location and pulled out a notebook and scratch some names from it , While he's not hopeful that many of them will be alive, he knew that at the very least , they all were gonna be brought back home

He then whisper pamwe chete {OOC Shona phrase meaning "all together", "together only" or "forward together".} , with the other shadowy figure around him whisper Kugehena nekudzoka {OOC Shona phrase means to hell and back} , they all then disappear back toward the cover of woods , the surviving bandit then began looting their fallen brother/sister in arms for supply before marching toward one of Children of Athena outpost they usually trade supplies with, these times bringing their former ally death warrant and hopefully more information about Children of Athena HQ.

HQ at Golgoth hill
The higher ups are worrying about many unexplainable phenomena such as "metal and plastic looking thing coming straight from the sky" , "unknown radio from western vaven that was connected to outerspace" , and last but not least "massive rectangular blocks of black stone in the sky and below it a fire that can be described as hellfire in bible" , but for now they were happy that some of the captured citizen are alive and they were even more determined to find more of them, though the presence of Qing Imperial marine kinda make some the officers to pity what's gonna happen to the local populace. The high command liaison there knew the whole truth, while in surface there's only 8 division of Imperial Marine, there's the 9th with its member hidden carefully amongst the other 8 and by heavens name , while their brutality were closely matched against Mohist brotherhood, their proficiency are on whole another level, there's a reason why when things go South for Qings government these guy were the one being sent in.

But the most importantly he is grateful that these guy were on their side , and not on the enemy side.
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Postby Hallownest Eternal » Sat Oct 15, 2022 9:10 pm

PRELUDE /// Come, Wayward Souls

-{The Pale King, God of Higher Thought}-

A stirring.
The vast mind of a vaster creature stretched and unfurled, uncoiling as it began to shift, a thousand-thousand prismatic reflections of uncertain futures flickering through its un-vision. Images of a strange, smug-faced man holding a goblet of white liquid. Of countless entities pledging allegiance to this creature...no, to an emblem of this creature...twice stricken down, twice risen again. A third rising, helmed by the Crown of Hallownest. The mind curled, folding and twisting as it began to pull at the fabric of the irreality it inhabited, sending a call, a Dream, an Omen to the far reaches of the Cosmos, and feeling the answers start to flood in. Contented, the great being began to curl in on itself, spiraling ever inward as it began to return to the puppet it called Form.

The Pale King slowly returned to lucidity as he pored over a set of documents at his desk. Idly, he scratched signatures with one claw, the many-horned God-King's Focus lying elsewhere as feedback from The Dream began to filter through his subconscious. Idly setting aside a document on excavation approval, he stood, gliding to a far corner of his study as he began to draw a symbol of glimmering white light, binding a seal of silk-scroll in it before dismissing it with a clap, the missive relayed through an immense warping of space to the office of his Clergy. This could be entrusted to them. Turning, he returned to his desk, picking up the document he had discarded. After some examination, he detected the flaws, corrected them, and idly cast it aside to be returned to its senders to be re-considered. The clock on his desk chimed, informing him that it was the end of his assigned duties for the Day, and he stood, making nary a sound as he demanifested from the Study, appearing elsewhere in his Palace to enjoy the evening with his Wife and Children.


~~~~

-{Coroor, Cleric of the Pale King}-

The sturdy Beetle hefted a crate of stone tablets over his shoulder, grunting somewhat at the effort as he joined another group of Clerics. The entire Chapter was abuzz with activity, having been gifted such an enormous task by the King Himself. To deliver aid, and bring new peoples to the Eternal Kingdom...it was no small task, and given these peoples were from another world entirely...! The Chapter was reasonably excited.

Worship of His Eternal Majesty was quite loose, as He had no need for the Devotional Energy of mortals, meaning that there were no proper sermons, simply small prayers and the handling of Idols to hopefully influence Fortune in their favor. The King had elaborated on the general situation of their locale of arrival, and it was...certainly quite unpleasant. Their 'allies' were causing immense damage, and the Chapter's duty was to provide aid and, where requested, bring people from this damaged world to the Eternal Kingdom. Contingents of Royal Guards stood idly, heavyset beetles, lithe dragonflies, and everything in between sharpening weapons and commenting on how they were finally seeing action. Setting his crate of Tablets on a nearby cart, Coroor settled with the Clerics of his particular creche, chatting and speculating on what exactly they would find.

The room went silent when the Great Knight entered.

She moved with haunting elegance, double-pair of antennae trailing behind her like silver wire. Her flowery cloak flowed about her like a living thing, the immense nail strapped to her back in stark contrast to her seeming fragility. Her faceless, flat mask betraying her blindness yet all-too-keen senses. Ze'mer. The Mysterious. The 5th Great Knight of The Pale King. And, more controversially, Lover of a Mantis.

The Kingdom-rocking Scandal that had arisen when it was discovered she was in courtship with a daughter of one of the Mantis Tribe's Lords was nigh-unprecedented, if only for the geopolitical tensions surrounding the two nations. The only worse affairs were where actual lives had been lost, such as with the discovery of illicit Noble circles funding the Colosseum of Fools, or the discovery of the Soul Sanctum's depraved practices. Yet, the Great Knight had not been stripped of her titles. Her deeds had far outweighed the burden of love, even if controversial. She had retreated to her estate in the Resting Grounds, living in seclusion ever since, rarely emerging to perform funerary practices and spiritual communes.

But now she had returned. And evidently, to provide protection against the threats of this foreign World.

The Royal Guards snapped to attention, briskly saluting the Knight as she passed them, gliding towards the Chapter Leader.

"Is le'mer's kin prepared?" She murmured, her voice sonorous and melodic, carrying elegant tones that belied a hidden sadness. The Chapter's Leader, a tall butterfly named Jalesen, bowed briefly, before responding. "Aye, Ser Knight. We've prepared the appropriate supplies. All that remains now is the opening of The Gate."
"Che' sees. Very well, ready le'mer's kin for the Journey." The Knight said, striding forward to a far wall. Several mages among the Clerics detached from their huddles, taking positions along her sides as they began to Focus, channeling Soul and Essence to bend to their will as a spiraling pattern began to manifest on the wall, filling the Cathedral with more light than it already had...

When The Gate fully formed, the first wave of Royal Guards strode through, Ze'mer included, and the Clergy of The Pale King entered a new World.


~~~~

-{Eastern Vaven, Foxania}-

People were afraid.

Beyond the revolutions, beyond the kidnappings by shadowy black ops, the soldiers raining from the sky, the rampaging ethereal primate and the most recent arrival of a tear into Hell itself, many civilians in Vaven wanted to leave, to escape, or worse were caught in the fighting and injured, killed. In this chaos the Eastern quarter of Vaven remained somewhat spared from the fighting, a shelter for people seeking egress from the Capital or shelter from the rain of soldiers in the countryside. With their Empress buried in her bunker, the Children of Athena nowhere to be found, and, of course, the neverending tide of Demons, Drug-fueled Apes, and orbital soldier drops, the situation seemed...grim, to say the least.

Until the Ones in White came.

They were a strange folk, of all shapes and sizes. Gaunt, seemingly insectile, they spoke in strange voices and wore stranger garbs, flowing white robes and an ivory mask. Certainly, they were met with apprehension, with fear, but they remained peaceful, with no weapons on their person. It was when their powers were discovered that they were welcomed wholeheartedly. With a mere touch, they could heal even the most grievous of wounds, brilliant pale silver light flowing around them. Their power had limits, yes, but they manifested in relief camps, providing aid and consolation, before vanishing to visit a new place. Eventually, they revealed their 'headquarters', a large library left empty by the war, and dozens flocked, in hopes of receiving aid.

It was there that the Ones in White described their nature, and their purpose. They were the followers of a Higher Being, themselves from another World, known as "The Pale King". A God. Their duty was to provide aid to the sick and wounded, destitute and starving, and if necessary, offer...relocation, from this world to the World of their origin. To an Eternal Kingdom. Hallownest. Many eagerly accepted, daring to risk an unknown frontier over the horrors this civil war had wrought, and they were escorted to the means by which the Ones in White came to this World, and passed through, traveling to the Eternal Kingdom.

Yet, relief and evacuation were not the only services the Ones in White provided. One notable incident was that of a contingent of demons, detached from the main horde and seeking suitable...partners, wandering into Eastern Vaven. The civilians had no means of defense beyond improvised weapons, but the potential horrors of the demonic incursion were cut short in a blur of white and the singing of metal, the dust clearing to reveal the cleanly-dismantled demons, and at the center of it a towering warrior. She was elegant but practiced, fragile yet strong. Her attire and build slim and decorative, while her blade was hefty and seemingly cumbersome, but twirled around her with the lightness of a feather. She spoke in a stranger, more elegant tongue than the other Ones in White, but had introduced herself as a Knight of the Pale King. One of his personal cohort of protectors. Her elegance in manner and strength of wit, alongside her overwhelming compassion, quickly ingratiated her to the people of East Vaven, and the rate of evacuees to the Library Gate increased, not a flood of refugees, but perhaps five or so a day, families, that would come to the gates of the Ones in White's stronghold, seeking passage to the Eternal Kingdom. The vast majority, however, sought passage out of the Capital, or hunkered down to wait out the war.

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