[i][b]The year is 2230, and mankind is in a war for the privelage of survival. Across the board, they have spent the last 3 years pushing an undead army, and any elves who stand in their way, back into smaller and smaller territories with ever depleting rescources. Now, "Heroes" and super soldiers have emerged to decide the fate of this war. Their battles will be remembered here.[/b][/i]
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[b]Gervus[/b] patrols the skies, watching the far distant hills for an army of humans or elves who may aproach or attack at any moment. Each beat of his powerfull wings stirs the clouds. Every so often, he spots a scout and unleashes a torrent of flames upon them, incenerating them instantly. The echoe of the roar accompanying the attack echoes throughout this wretched land.

Its a mostly flat plane area, with no grass, only dead grey soil, the charred remains of trees, and occasional burn marks covering the terrains. [b]Gervus[/b] seems to be flying a pattern that allows him to also protect the small undead campsite. The troops there are moving to reinforce a fort several miles north, and are only canped for the evening. Their ranks consist of about 3 dozen mindless drones, a few walkers acting as captains, and a pack of feral undead wolves. 

As far as weaponry goes, only low caliber machine guns mount their jeeps, and basic riffles fill the arms of the drooling idiots of the undead army. It seems insignificant almost. Some of the walkers have higher caliber sidearms, and occasional swords, but nothing too heavy.