[hider=Vel Nardocs Legions] Current General: Vel'Nardoc Location: Southern 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- Constructing Ships [/hider] [Hider=Elis Saras Legions] Current General: Elis'Sara Location: Border between Northern and Southern Spain Morale: 100% Unit Breakdown: /// Lorenvolk Soldiers/2750/Superior Warriors = +15% to human casualties//+10% to Gorikan casualties Lorenvolk Soldiers(Bows)/1250/Superior Warriors = +15% to human casualties//+10% to Gorikan casualties Current Action- Invading southern spain. [/hider] [hider=Vel Lisks Legion] Current General: Vel'Lisk Location: Portugal Morale: 75% Unit Breakdown: /// Lorenvolk Soldiers/1250/Superior Warriors = +15% to human casualties//+10% to Gorikan casualties Lorenvolk Soldiers(Bows)/250/Superior Warriors = +15% to human casualties//+10% to Gorikan casualties Siege Weapons/10/ Current Action- Subduing all resistance and recovering from the battle.[/hider] [hider=1st Militia Legion] Current General: Elis'Sara Location Portugal Morale: 100% Unit Breakdown: /// Human Militia(swordsmen)/4950/ Human Militia(archers)/1000/ Human Militia (spearmen)/2000/ Current Action- Assisting Elis'Sara in the invasion of Southern Spain.[/hider] ---------------------------------------------------------- [b][center]Southern France[/center][/b] It was not often that beings with as much power in either old or new Vyrndar as the High Priest of Maev'Sil'Vien was dragged from his bed, even during the most heated of military campaigns. But this appeared to be just such an occasion as the man in his hastily donned ceremonial robes made from the golden spider silk of Vyrndar knelt before his king. He was astute enough to notice that just as he had risen rapidly and so was less than immaculate so was Vel'Nardoc himself. "My King." The priest's voice was respectful if slightly irritated at having been summoned in the middle of the night. "What need do you have of me this night?" "Our great mother has spoken." Came the reply and instantly the High Priest understood the reasoning for his awakening. "Your Highness, that is wonderful news. The long silence has ended!" Excitement was evident and it was clear the man was truly devout. "Will she soon return to us? Have we proven ourselves worthy with our faith?" But Vel'Nardoc did not simply reply and throughout the room phantom lights flickered in a dance that was both beautiful and violent as the personal magic of the king manifested. "She speaks of the place called Rome. The place the High Elves now claim as their own." A mriswring clad hand clenched into a fist as he spoke. There is a well of power there. Such as has not been seen upon Gorika in thousands of years. There is enough to fashion a new body for our mother." "This is joyous news my king, Maev'Sil'Vien shall return to us!" "And yet the High Elves and humans block our path." The King continued unabated. "Humans gather in their masses between us and Rome and with such numbers we cannot simply brush them aside. High Priest, you are a beacon of the faith but we must not announce this yet. The men would not wait, they would charge to fight any odds. As I would if I were not blessed with her wisdom." "But my king. If we do not advance--" "WE SHALL ADVANCE" Thundered Vel'Nardoc. "We shall take them from the sea as they would never expect."