[hider=Vel Nardocs Legions] Current General: Vel'Nardoc Location: Border Between Northern Spain and France Morale: 100% Unit Breakdown: /// Dragons/5/ Lorenvolk Soldiers/5000/Superior Warriors = +15% to human casualties//+10% to Gorikan casualties Lorenvolk Soldiers(Bows)/800/Superior Warriors = +15% to human casualties//+10% to Gorikan casualties Imperial Guard/200/Superior Warriors = +15% to human casualties//+10% to Gorikan casualties, Never Surrender, Siege Weapons/10/ Current Action- Invading Southern France [/hider] [Hider=Elis Saras Legions] Current General: Elis'Sara Location: Border between Northern and Southern Spain Morale: 100% Unit Breakdown: /// Lorenvolk Soldiers/1750/Superior Warriors = +15% to human casualties//+10% to Gorikan casualties Lorenvolk Soldiers(Bows)/250/Superior Warriors = +15% to human casualties//+10% to Gorikan casualties Current Action- Constructing Fortresses in the south. [/hider] [hider=Vel Lisks Legion] Current General: Vel'Lisk Location: Portugal Morale: 75% Unit Breakdown: /// Lorenvolk Soldiers/1500/Superior Warriors = +15% to human casualties//+10% to Gorikan casualties Lorenvolk Soldiers(Bows)/500/Superior Warriors = +15% to human casualties//+10% to Gorikan casualties Siege Weapons/10/ Current Action- Invading Portugal once again with increased numbers.[/hider] [hider= Vel Lisks 1st Militia Legion] Current General: Vel'Lisk Location Portugal Morale: 100% Unit Breakdown: /// Human Militia(swordsmen)/5000/ Human Militia(archers)/1000/ Human Militia (spearmen)/1000/ Current Action- Invading Portugal with reinforcements.[/hider] [B][center]Portuguese Border[/b][/center] "They think we are beaten. They think that an early victory means they have won the war." The sound of a giant's shouts echoed through the chamber in which Vel'Lisk had gathered the officers of both his Lorenvolk legion, freshly swelled by the arrival of additional soldiers and the officers of the fledgeling militia legion that had performed so poorly in the last fight. The giant general stamped his foot against the floor for emphasis and it seemed that it shook as the floor shuddered beneath his weight. "But we are far from beaten." It had been a disappointment when the humans had proven so ineffective, breaking and running before the battle had been truly joined. Vel'Lisk had hoped that they would prove to be true warriors perhaps kindred spirits to his own kind. But this was a hope that seemed to have been dashed on the fields of battle. Still even this seemingly inherent cowardice could be useful, and he planned to make use of it to the fullest extent. "We have been repulsed but much has been learned." The giant's gaze swept over the humans with barely veiled disdain for their behavior in the prior battle. "You performed shamefully. You bring shame upon your families and people, and upon yourselves." "But there is a way to redeem yourselves. You can purge this failure from memory. Gather round all of you and I will tell you what we will do." And as the man's angry tirade closed and the planning began others gathered around in the cramped and crowded chamber to listen to his instructions. Vel'Lisk had long been one of the more gifted strategists of the Lorenvolk and his plan was likely to win success. (Vel'Lisk will be invading once more with a specific battleplan. Knowing that the militia broke before the humans the last time he plans to exploit this. The militia has been instructed to flee in the midst of battle, drawing out the Portuguese army in persuit before rallying as the Lorenvolk strike the spread out forces of Portugal.) [center][b]Southern France[/b][/center] The skies were rent with the thunder of great wings and the shimmer of golden scales as the last children of Maev'Sil'Vien flew above the world. Four of them were rather small, young adults of their kind, barely a 100 feet in length, though nonetheless still impressive in that breathtaking way that dragons have. But one of them was far larger, an ancient who had first risen long ago to defend Vel'Nardoc when the Elven blades had struck him down, a great beast who bore countless scars upon his form and now carried upon his back the same being that he had once risen to defend. Mounted upon the greatest of the surviving mriswring dragons the grim majesty of Vel'Nardoc could not be denied and the sight of the dragons above was clearly a moral booster for the thousands of giants in full armor who marched below. (Word has reached the High King of the failure of the French assault to the north. He plans to take advantage of this opportunity.)