The White City:

For a fortified safe haven, the place seemed to be into a panic. The walls the held were fine but it came to a time where they realized that the defense was all they could do. The strategist that made up the table were gathered around with the leader trying to think of a way to finally go on the offensive. If they did then Hell on Earth would finally get a break to reorganize and with the people that place produced, organization could turn the tide. The problem was that there was never a way for them to stay organized because of all the fighting. A plan had to be made, a plan that could finally turn the tide.

Hell on Earth:

The ground shook and the air screeched with howling demons, damned souls, and those in between. Bullets wizzed across the field as a legion enclosed on the outpost. The place was more rowdy than normal. It was as if the demons were starting to seem a little desperate. There were heavy casualties on both sides and field itself was stack with bodies from both sides. A greater demon grew a pair and decided to attack the outpost. That's how this started. They knew it was more than one and they were strategically scattered throughout the battlefield. This plan was made by one who was higher than greater demons. It's a good thing greater demons aren't the best at being patient. One rushed in without thought and was gunned down. This left a chance for breach in their defense and push back the demon horde that tried to lay waste to the outpost. 

Absconditus: 

The place was quiet as usual. Scouting parties reporting in like they always did. Hit and run parties were successful when the enemy couldn't find where the party ran. The outpost went well for one that was inhabited by demons and humans alike. A plan was being formed by the leaders. They had decided that there was enough hiding. They knew they had to do something. Everyone there was getting sick of hiding and anyone who had a plan was welcome to speak their mind.