The Fantasy RPG

[Doc 42]

Drionach was uneasy about continuing, a few scouts still hadn't returned and they had no idea what defences the city had... nevertheless, he rallied his flight and took to the skies, lightning rumbleing in the distance as storm after storm ravaged through the countryside, trying to disrupt any sort of retaliation....

The city gates slowly opened in the distance, shuddering to a halt. Instantly a long column of horse riders cantering out, banners at their heads Drionach's eyes widened slightly, the flow of troops not ceasing, from cavalry and infantry to cannons and dragon hunting balistae. He anxiously glanced at his royal guard... he had seen what Industrial weapons could do to Dragon hide... Then things got worse. A scout swooped in, the silver dragon bellowing "Drionach! More of them spotted, two armies moving in from the east looking to join up with the one we're facing now!" The emperor quickly ran the situation over in his mind. Logic said to strike quickly before the reinforcements could arrive and bolster the enemy even stronger, but the Industrialists were smart. Very smart. They would love the idea of a disordely mob of soldiers cantering towards their lines in a rush... Down below, the elvish and human armies were on the move, their generals desperately trying to reorganise them on the fly...

There was little more than a long dusty road surrounded by savanagh leading to the city in the distance...


A silver/white Crossbreed blasted through the air, swooping low and sticking to rivers mostly, the stench of burning wood reaching his nostrils... he was coming closer...

[The Kingpin]

Inferno snarled, cursing their luck. he let out a booming roar, calling his flight to attention, the Dragons taking to the skies, Fieras coming to his side, the curving crown of horns on her head coursing with bluish flames. "They're moving alot fast than expected...it seems they were waiting. we have them coming at all sides. my suggestion is to use our flights as the rapid attack force, to disorientate them, catch them before they have a chance to truely organise themselves" she snarled. Inferno thought it over, then added "I'd say we use a task force of Dragons. numerous flights, so we can make use of our abilities to the greatest effect, and have the already organised squadrons of Dragons move to daze them, stun them, disorientate them, then have the Centaurs and Rangers move in on the archers, riflemen and other long range units, and have the heavier forces move in behind them. that way we can eliminate the threat their long range forces pose our slower battalions before it arises. we can have the ground forces take care of the infantry while we eliminate the artilliary"...

[Doc 42]

The majority of the industrialist army was made of up of 20 man columns, all organised tightly together for now. The army moved slowly, large artillary pieces guarded heavily in the centre of the army. These were large cart like structures, pulled along by tamed forest trolls, the large camolauged hunters had bracer's chained onto their wrists and used them to drag the front of the machine, a soldier at the rear controlled steering with a rudder, the trolls recognising the movement enough to turn without having to be told. The usual armament of the massive machine was 2 cannons mounted on a turret at the centre and then 2 different repeating balistae turrets at the sides, the highly trained and efficient crews able to pull off a staggering number of shots in a short amount of time. There were other artillery pieces besides those ones, many platoons had wheeled cannon and balistae as well, that would be used at range until the enemy got closer and they would switch to conventional tactics.

Drionach snorted loudly and bellowed in response to Inferno's plan "Have you gone mad? We will be torn out of the sky before we could so much as start shouting random insults! If anything we should have our fast moving ground forces, press in and try disrupt their organisation. If they manage to engage the front of the enemy column up close before they have a chance to adapt, our flights could move about with much more safety. Our main troops could fly in low just over the heads of our soldiers, out of the artilleries firing angle. From there they could support or harass as needed."

[The Kingpin]

"Then it's settled" said Inferno simply. "We have the cavalry move in from the front to distract them, with support forces flying over them". his fin flared as he let off a roar, calling his forces to attention. they were currently keeping low for safety purposes. Slytherius moved swiftly, moving to each of Inferno's appointed Squadron Leaders to inform them of the plan, before moving to the cavalry of Rangers and Centaurs. the army moved forward, preparing to engage the Industrialists. as an after thought, Inferno looked at Drionach, growling "I'd suggest having one or two platoons of our Cavalry stay behind and move to the sides to flank them if things get rough. a charg from either side would cause panic in their ranks and could turn things in our favour again later on"...

[Doc 42]

Drionach nodded, growling "Yes, a reserve just in case. But we must reserve our flights un till the fighting has begun up close. If any dragon moves in while the Industrialists are using ranged weaponry it is dead meat. I am not going to commit my flight to a suicide charge."
He didn't like this at all. If it was possible, he would have broken off and retreated, but the ground forces would never escape. He couldn't risk damaging relations with them that much, at the same time, they were the reasons he was putting his own flight in danger...

[TyrannoTitan]

"This war effects us all, Drionach. If you brethren survive this day and we are unsuccessful, they will be slain by the Industrialists in a matter of weeks, including their loved ones. If those willing to defend those who can not defend themselves fall today, they will be doing so under their own power, and for a just cause." Chronos boomed, giving the Silver Emperor a slightly accusing stare before continuing. "As for our plan of attack...Leaving the ground forces to deal with the Industrialists without any aerial aid is suicide...they will not be able to destroy the ranged weaponry alone, you've seen what kind of protection the Industrialists have on them. The green and silver flights should focus their attacks solely on the ballistas and other weapons keeping us from aiding our allies. In this environment, earth and weather magic has the most range. Once a number of them are destroyed, the other flights will move in to assist in the destruction of the rest. If things get too hot, then they can pull back and continue the ranged assault." Chronos growled thoughtfully, observing the army below carefully...

[Doc 42]

Drionach bit back a snappy response at Chronos, the wise dragon made sense. He bellowed back "We will do our best, but I cannot stress how important it is that we watch out for one another. The rangers and elves are barely able to keep control over their troops, we cannot let ourselves follow suit..."

[The Kingpin]

"Well, i'd say we make use of Morian's flight for that purpose. their powerful telepathic abilities may help maintain control over our forces, helping to pass on the more detailed plans and manouvers during combat. anything simple enough to be passed on through normal commands should be done that way, to lessen the strain on Morian's flight" said Inferno, various flashes visible within the cracks in his scales, in some places, white glows forming...

[TyrannoTitan]

"Right...lets get moving...make sure all of flights know what they are to do." Chronos boomed, swerving in mid-flight, massive wings flapping once, propelling the golden emperor back over to his own flight, quickly relaying the plan of attack to Soridormi...

[Doc 42]

Drionach nodded, glancing over the others one more time before rejoining his own flight. "Shimmer wing! get the riders and centaur moving! Kallahan, set the Wings up with Morian's flight. Flitter, bring up a storm and lets get this underway!"

With that, his various captains nodded and flew off to go about their duties.
The Silver emperor suddenly called a massive gust of wind behind him and his flight, powering them forward. He let loose a booming warcry, the bellows and roars of his flight joining his voice, the weather beginning to worsen as the Silver's adrenaline took over...
Despite the weather above, the ground was dry and solid for their own warriours, the tips of the storm on the Industrial side dumping a down pour of ran on them.

[The Kingpin]

Inferno let off a roar, a series of certain coloured flares of flame from his fin giving signals to his forces. the Dragons kept low, as Rutus gave the order to attack, the 7 elder Green Imperials in the army moving in tune, bringing glowing clawed hands together in a single thunderous clap, before raising them, numerous stone golems beginning to burst from the ground forming a barrier line for the artilliary, the normal catapults within the Elven and Dwarven ranks opening fire, the Golems themselves growing bulkier as they began to unleash their own assaults, hurtling massive boulders at the enemy forces. the magically empowered golems would, so long as their masters could see the target, always hit perfectly, meaning they were the ideal artilliary for when the allies moved in. Rutus began thinking over his plan carefully. the timing would have to be perfect...he couldn't afford mistakes. Meanwhile, the Red Imperial Guard approached the Emperor, awaiting his order to move in. meanwhile, Morian contacted the rest of her flight, informing them that they would be the ones passing information to the main attack force. for now, there was no need to rush. everything would happen in due time...and when it did...they'd be ready for it...

[TyrannoTitan]

Chronos and his flight remained back behind the army with the others, waiting for the signal that they could help their earthbound allies. The golden emperor's elite guard, the massive time elementals, which were made from torrents of sand, stood to protect the lesser races from the ground, aiding the Golems' ranks. The sandy behemoths towered over most, if not all, the ground forces, and were able to repair themselves from sand around the area...they would be a tough enemy to bring down.

[Doc 42]

Drionach's eyes flashed a silvery cyan colour, crackles of electricity forming around his paws, below and infront of him, smaller dragons formed up into their smaller groups.... The Industrialist army moved slowly in the distance, almost casually....

The massive Imperial dragon spread his wings wide, wind swirling around him and holding him in place. He moved a clawed hand around his chest in a circular motion, slowly closing his fist, mana gathering around his finger tips. He suddenly shot out his arm, several arcs of lightning flowing down his scales before blasting out of his claws. The bolt flashed forward in a long arc and slammed down into the industrial ranks, a shockwave of electricity expanding out and engulfing a platoon of soldiers. Those at its centre were turned to dust, the rest flung away in flames. More bolts of lightning shot out of the Silver flight, striking down into the industrial army, many of them targeted at the artillery... A tornado suddenly tore out of the havens and touched down into the armies ranks, leaving devestation in its wake. Drionach closed his eyes, letting his mana flood into his Imperial guard and royal warriors, using his enourmous power to fuel their attacks. With their numbers, they could make much more use of it than he alone. Suddenly a shrill roar took him from his mediation "Incoming!" His eyes flicked open, numerous puffs of smoke popping up all over the industrialist army, distant cracks and twangs echoing softly. Then he heard a whiz and something streaked past him. Then all hell broke loose amongst the Silver flight. Barely 20 metres from Drionach, a black steel bolt flashed through the chest of a Royal dragon, tearing out through his spine in a spurt of blood and gore, the dragon releasing a whailing roar of pain, another bolt striking through his shoulder and sending him into a deathspin towards the ground below. Pained shreiks and roars sprung up all over the flight's ranks. With a bellowing roar, Drionach brought a powerful cross wind out infront of the dragons, blowing the remaining projectiles off course. It seemed the wave had been directed at the Royal dragons hear himself... The Industrialists new where the spells were coming from.

More shrieks. Another Royal dragon falling, a chained pair of cannon balls spinning into the sky and ripping its wing in two. Drionach didn't do anything about it. He was confident the Royal would save himself with wind. Unfortunately, their spells were beginning to work against themselves. With so many dragons trying to control the wind to aid themselves, their magic was conflicting and pulling against one another.

The Industrialist ranks felt the pain too. Massive balls of hail crashing down into their lines like meteorites, the silvers threw every kind've spell they had at them. Lower down, the regulars swept through, trying to destroy the individual artillery that had caused so much damage, leaving the larger pieces for Drionach and his Royals.

He roared out "Flitter! Burn their wagons! We have to do as much damage as quick as we can" The Imperial dragon wordlessly acknowledged the order, taking hold of the main storm and guiding a storm of lightning bolts down onto one of the large artillery wagons.

Out of the corner of his eye, Drionach spotted a cluster of cannon balls racing towards him. He effortlessly banked out of their path and flung ball of lightning and hail down at what had fired it, one of the artillery wagons. the projectile slammed into its side and exploded, throwing wood in all directions. He narrowed his eyes, the machine was stronger than he had previously thought, the metal armour holding firm.

He folded his wings in and fell into a dive, dropping towards the Industrialist's front line. The main of the Silver flight rushed in at his side, roaring their battlecries as they approached the line of armour.

The front line of the Industrialists stopped their march, an officer shouting over the roar of battle "Halt!"

A wave of spells flashed forward, ripping through the soldier's ranks and killing scores of them....

"Take aim!"
more shouts besides the officer's voice this time, individual captains directing their platoons aim.

The dragons swooped over the front line, spells flashing into life.

"Fire!"

The front line of the army suddenly dissappeared under a cloud of smoke, the cracks of musket fire opening into the air.


Numerous dragons suddenly fell out of the air, torn out of the sky by the hail of shots. Drionach cast both his hands forward, a mighty gust of wind and electricity shocking through a swathe of soldiers and sending them flying but as he rose into the sky, he felt thousands of individual wounds cracking up along his body the bullets rattling into his massive body. He snarled loudly, the bullets didn't do much to his formidable armour, but the others weren't so lucky, the bullets pierced theirs just like an arrow would..

The Silver Emperor roared once more, flinging spells left and right, trying to cause as much disruption as he could, but the Industrialists held firm, unwavering. Hundreds of them died, yet those who survived knew that to panic was to surrender.

The Silvers had managed to burn or otherwise destroy numerous artillery pieces but now found it difficult to get out of the weapon's range. It seemed that the Industrialists had held their fire long after the Dragons entered the range, meaning it was almost impossible to escape once they begun firing. A lot of the regular dragons had been stripped out of the sky by the waves of bullets, many dying, but many more continuing the fight on the ground, knowing there was no escape but wishing to kill as many humans as they could before they fell. High in the sky, the battle was much less hectic but just as dangerous. Mostly Royals fought at those heights, directing the storm's wrath at the enemy artillery but could never concentrate fully at the task at hand. The slightest lapse in attention and a bolt would skewr them. Many of them took to the ground after being hit, but others simply cracked the impaled shafts off and continued their barrage, refusing to be brought down by anything less than Beliar himself. Some wounds were more permanent, however, cannon balls leaving crippling wounds or instant death in some cases. Not to mention that the Industrialists were firing crude explosives along with normal cannon balls. Gunpowder filled cannonballs which exploded in mid air, scattering red hot shrapnel all around them.

[TyrannoTitan]

High above the industrialist army, Imperial Gold Dragons soared through the clouds, their maws open as torrents of sand rained down from above, scattering around the army like unnatural rain. Where ever the blanket of sand fell, equipment and living beings alike were aged to the extreme, metal rusting to pieces, various humans being reduced to dust. The gold dragons hid within the clouds, unable to target exact points, but where almost impossible to see with the naked eye, thanks to the storm clouds...

[The Kingpin]

a barrage of boulders slammed into platoons of Industrialist soldiers, the massive golems under the Green Imperials' control bombarding the Industrialists, as Rutus' rattling roar echoed through the sky, several massive holes being blown out of the ground, rubble crushing catapults and soldiers as massive, black, tendril-like roots emerged, flayling wildly all around them, 3 Imperials accompanying Rutus into battle, fireballs whizzing past in an arc as the Red Imperials' perfectly timed fire flew between various crossing Dragons and slamming into the ground, napalm like blasts of flame spilling out in a several meter radius from where the fireballs hit, igniting everything around them in flame, the ground forces not yet that far in, currently safe from the attacks. arrows whizzed forward from the various Elven Archers and Rangers as platoons of patchwork, multi-race cavalry moved in a wide arc to either side, planning to attempt a pincer-charge on the Industrialists. suddenly, above, the sky seemed to go purple as what seemed to be thousands of purple Dragons whizzed overhead, various sizes throwing off identification, platoons below collapsing on the ground with crippling headaches tearing through the minds of soldiers while others were swept off their feet and into their breatheren, in some cases, several meters away, through telekinetic power, screams of agony and panic coming from the areas effected, the 3 Purple Imperials above using their magic to form mirror images of themselves at various sizes, making them less visible targets with so many lookalikes, Morian using her natural power alongside the other Imperials to enhance the realism of the lookalikes, while using the Alariel to inflict the mental attacks on the enemies while her two commanders worked to form the visual clones in the first place to lighten the load on Morian. meanwhile, the rest of the Purple flight moved among the other Dragon Flights as messengers from commanders to soldiers and lower rank forces, the forces working hand in hand to inflict as much damage as possible...

[Doc 42]

The hail of destruction continued, eating into the Industrialist army. However, they had not completely buckled under the dragons assault... The generals horn sounded loudly, various officers responding to the call.... A messenger rode up to the commander of the Jungle Troll riders, handing him some parchment from the general. He nodded and turned around in his saddle, shouting to his men "Forward! Double time!" As one, the trolls sprung out into a full gallop, the hunched hunters falling down onto all fours... Their riders sat in ingenious cage like saddles hung over the trolls shoulders, their only real job was to guide the troll into combat, after that they would dismount to fight on foot and the troll would shake off the cage so that it wouldn't hinder its movement... The monstrous beasts sprinted forward, rivalling the speed of a horse, thundering towards a group of elven archers which had separated from the main army... Behind them, the Front Line of the infantry halted, dropping to their knees and raising their muskets, aiming at the army ahead of them....

Meanwhile, dragons of all colours were plummeting out of the skies around the steel clad Industrialists. While the barrage of spells was devastating, the dragons just didn't have the numbers to completely overwhelm the troops. Not many of the flights had fought Industrialists before, being inexperienced against their rifles. The artillery platforms were concentrating on the larger dragons, the Royals and Imperials. One of the main platforms continued to trundle forward, spells brushing off its armour, barely hindering the machine, the trolls at its front dragging it along, large helmets strapped to their heads to ward off attacks from above... The captain of the platform shouted loudly "Everybody! Target 42, 30, 91. Big green one with the antler horns. Ok? Aim!" the crew's turned their weapons around, reloading them and bringing them to bare. They were armed with the top dragon hunting equipment available to them. The ballistaes were calibrated to fire almost continuously, a large rotating clip holding capable of holding several bolts at a time allowing them to load it even while it was firing. The Cannons were built in a similar fashion, 3 cannons organised in a triangle, allowing them to set out a line of fire.
After a shot pause, the captain shouted once more "FIRE!" Each weapon fired as one, cracks and blasts filling the air. Various projectiles whizzed away, arcing into the sky towards the massive Green Imperial, one of Rutus's Imperial guard. 2 bolts whizzed past him, one passing under the giant's leg, the other just missing his wing, a third bolt ramming into the dragon's shoulder. The cannon balls seemed to hang in mid air before intercepting the dragon, two of them hitting home, one smashing against its thigh, breaking its scales and sending them showering away in a spurt of blood, the other slamming into the massive dragon's hip. Another lone cannon ball zipped into the air, this time crashing right into the dragon's side, just below the wing, but this one was different. The projectile exploded viciously red hot shards of metal shredding through both wing and scale, leaving the Imperial's wing completely gored.... All of the other shots missed, but hopefully they had done enough damage.

[TyrannoTitan]

A massive form plummeted from the storm clouds, the scarred golden body of the giant coming into view, Chronos staring over the middle of the Industrialist army. Suddenly, almost exact duplicates of the golden emperor flew down beside him on either side, various versions of Chronos, younger and older, numbering 6 in total, not including the present emperor. Chronos himself bellowed, racing down toward the army, his counterparts doing the same, digging his enourmous claws into various targets, shredding lines of humans with one swing. When some of the weapons turned against him, the artillery suddenly found themselves aiming at one another, a fraction of a second before firing, destroying many artillery units by turning them against each other...

[dinoman666]

Valroz's forces were just within catapult range of the battling forces, but the Demon didn't fire yet. He would wait until the two sides had sufficiently weakened each other, then take advantage of the situation. The Demon Commander watched the fight carefully, patiently waiting for his oppurtune chance to strike. He wouldn't just bumble into this, not now...

[The Kingpin]

the green Imperial snarled in pain from the blow, tumbling downwards at the creatures, claws glowing a rich green colour, it's eyes flaring with flame-like intensity as the ground beneath the cannons suddenly cracked, splitting apart, the line of artilliary swallowed up by a several dozen foot deep trench, vines rapidly growing over them, making them unsalvagable, before winding up, snarling with pain from the blows, to reaccompany Rutus. The Green Emperor swooped down in an arcing line cutting off the Trolls, a swirl of greenish gold energy circling his arms as he uttered something in a long dead language, a white line arcing in front of the Trolls in a U shape circling the charging force, surprisingly close to the charging trolls, a myriad of jagged stony spires and ridges bursting forward, unnaturally sharp edges facing the trolls, the ridges completely surrounded by a large number of massive, sturdy spikes, too close for most of the force to stop in time to avoid impaling themselves, the Emperor roaring as he twisted upwards and into the clouds, his guards summoning massive barb-covered tendrils from below, vines of unnatural size and with impossible amounts of mobility, as their roots spread beneath the Industrialist army at a rapid rate, pushing apart rock and earth, rapidly destabilising the ground. Meanwhile the sky above the Industrialist army glowed a rich orange colour, the clouds momantarily dissipating in a circle over the center of the Industrialist army, far from the allied forces, a gargantuan fireball hurtling downwards almost lazily in it's size, slamming down with immense force, completely obliterating the core of the Industrialist army, blowing hundreds of men surrounding the blast area hurtling in smoldering, unrecognisable lumps of flaming flesh and artilliary, Inferno and his Imperial guard flying above, having joined efforts to create the devastating blast, a one time trump card to even the odds...

the White Dragons worked as active medics for the army, as the royals and Imperials unleashed arcs of red lightning onto the enemy army, acting as a force to beat back the charge to help the lower ranking white dragons tend to the wounded, as well as push them back into their initial turf so that the Green Dragons could go forward with the attempt to cripple the Industrialist army...



Meanwhile in the forest to the side of the two warring armies, thousands upon thousands of Demons lay in wait, awaiting the signal from Beliar to attack. his two most powerful generals, a pair of corrupted Purple Dragons he had captured centuries ago, maintained their concealment spells, keeping Beliar himself invisible, his height enough to rise above the tree line by several meters...

[dinoman666]

Valroz and Achperouth were both in Beliar's army, but Achperouth stayed farther back for the time being, unable to use a concealment spell and too large to hide himself effectively...