WrongEndoftheRainbow

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Citadel Dundee

The winding streets of the Citadel were alien to Leian, a Hain pilgrim from Alefpria. He had decided to explore the world, and the world seemed so alien compared to the orderly confines of the city he had called home. New people, new appearances, and new locations whirled in his head. A book by his side, he was sure none of these people could read Alefprian script, which meant that it would be worthless to steal.

The journal was a record of his travels. He’d explored the territories of the new Marquise, the ruins that were left of old Xerxes. He’d wound his way to Messethalassa, and finally he had walked all the way to Citadel Dundee. In the years after the destruction of Xerxes at the hand of Alefpria, he had heard rumors about a new form of magic and grand projects in the citadel.

Now, he was going towards an area in the middle of the mountain curiously called ‘The Staging Port’, whatever that meant. He’d travelled for weeks throughout the mountain, and he’d come to a rather large city that he assumed held the mysterious location. Maybe he’d get to see one of the grand projects the Citadel had been working on.

In his pocket jingled strange round things, stamped out of metal with a picture of a mountain on one side. There was a small hole in one of the sides, that appeared to allow for string to be threaded through. Supposedly these small circles made of valuable metals would allow him to pay for things. He’d always lived on the outskirts of Alefpria, so he was unfamiliar with anything but barter. Nevertheless, he had procured those coins, as they called them, to pay his way through the mountain.

He had seen traders at the edge of the mountain, the few who dared journey that far, wear them as jewelry, like some sort of mark of honor. He had no interest in that, he was a simple man with simple desires. He wished to perhaps write a book, but that was the extent of his dreams. Exploration was its own reward. He would document the many wonders of the world, and he would see that others could share in his adventures.

When he could finally see the staging port in the distance, he was agape. There were thousands of.. Floating ships? Floating ships, in the sky? They had some sort of sails and galleys, and they flew through the sky with ease. He pushed through the crowd as best he could, running to the entrance to the grand docking structure. A shaft of light beamed down upon it, a hole in the roof.

So this was the grand project the Citadel had spent so many resources on. He came to a collection of warehouses, and he continued on past them. Stopping a nearby batlike creature, he spoke, “Excuse me, where can someone get on one of those ships in the sky?”

The creature looked down at Leian, saying, “Go to the bar straight from here. You can charter a ship.” and began to walk off. Leian did not stop the creature, though he was unfamiliar with their species. He had heard that the Dwarves had undergone some kind of change, but he never thought it would be so drastic. With that out of the way, he walked down the street, still pushing through crowds.

Once he reached the bar, he entered, though he wasn’t one for drinking. He had to find his way onto one of these ships. Flying contraptions! An amazing prospect for an explorer. Looking around, he then realized he had no idea who to talk to to charter a ship. He asked around a bit, often confusing the men in the bar with his lack of knowledge, but eventually he was pointed in the right direction.

A group of sailors, several batlike creatures, a lynx-like creature, and many yeti-like creatures sat in a corner, cheerfully drinking. They silenced when Leian neared, and watched him, as he fumbled his words, “Uh- excuse me, are you the captain of that.. A ship?”

“Indeed I am,” said the lynx-like creature, putting down her drink, continuing, “what exactly do you need?”

“I wish to charter a ship. Cost is no issue. I do not care where we go.” the Hain said.

The captain nodded, saying, “Well, we have room for one more. Twenty coins, and it’s a deal. We launch tomorrow morning, if you don’t arrive, you don’t get a refund. Fair?” to which the Alefprian Hain nodded, scattering twenty of his coins onto the table. The captain invited him to drink, and while he did not drink, he did sit and learn of the crew all throughout the evening. More to put in his journal.

The next morning, Leian boarded their ship, a large galleon-like ship with many oars and even some sail rigs. He was curious as to how it floated, however. But, when he went to the captain to ask, he was shushed. It was apparently a secret. That much he understood, they did not want their ships spreading to other empires. Petty politics always held sway in the land.

Then, the call went out. “Loose the tethers!”. The ship rocked as the lines connecting it to the dock were cut, and the gangplank was retracted. Leian barely kept on his feet as the ship lurched away from the dock, floating towards an empty space in the port.

“Heading South by Southwest!” came the second cry, and the ship was roused into action. The sails were dropped, and the oars began to work. The rudders in the back turned, and the ship began to list, turning to another direction. This time Leian did fall over, tumbling across the deck into a crewmember, who grumbled and lifted him to his feet.

To him, it was a magical world of wonder. He could care less about losing his footing, he was flying! Then, came the third and final cry. “Full speed ahead, Albe’s Route, to the Wilder Company docks on Mirus!”

That final part gave Leian a start. The moon? Wouldn’t they suffocate? When he confronted the captain about it, however, the woman just stated, “The magic will protect us from the cold.” to which he responded, “What magic?”

“The magic that allows us to float. And, also, a word of advice. Don’t bring up the Empress in the colonies. There’s a reason she’s called our Enduring Majesty, the Divine Traitor. They’ve got cults up there, and a lot of them. As long as they pay their share of goods to the empire, though, they’re left alone. Nevertheless, nobody would miss a single Hain. So watch yourself on shore leave.” The captain spoke, searching her bookshelves in her cabin for something. Finally, she pulled out a scroll, which was exquisitely drawn. On it, what could be best described as a map of the solar system and the main routes.

The Hain looked at it.

The map

Summary

A Hain named Leian from Alefpria is exploring the world.
In the few years directly after the Battle of Xerxes, he learned that the dwarves had some major projects.
He finds out these projects were massive space-faring galleys. [They are powered by a new form of Lazarusian magic, based on secrets. As long as the workings of the magic is kept secret, then it works. Magic! More specifically, black box magic.]
He charters a ship, lead by a Gryphon Rider captain, curiously without a Gryphon.
They launch, and the next waypoint is a royal-charter company dock, on the moon Mirus, AKA Heartworm’s lair.
The thing about Heartworm’s lair is that it leads to huge blowfly cults.
The Empire doesn’t give a shit about it since they pay their taxes, though.
I need to go to bed soon, so more to come on the spacefaring adventures of Leian!

Might Spenditure of Lazarus

5 Might - Creating secret magic, 3 invested into Knowledge: Arcana.
2 Might - Jumpstarting the creation of spacefaring ships and a small spacefaring empire with the magic.
Total: 7 might used, 0 left.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Muttonhawk sorry dad my creation sheets are behind

REALPOLITIKS [Cold War Era Nation RP]

@Theodorable roll please

Galaxy Aflame! A space opera RP (Closed)

The Reich

The Reich

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General Information

Overview

An ancient empire, the Reich has a storied history behind it. It, however, became decadent and ineffectual, eventually leading to its collapse at the hands of the Federation approximately 100 years ago. They have reformed into a series of highly effective semi-autonomous elector states.

Info Sheet

Official Name: The Second Rannertian Reich
Common Name: The Reich
Government: Semi-autonomous elector state monarchists.
Dominant Species: Alaricians
Capital: The old capital was the throneworld of Rannert, but after they lost that in the war with the Federation, they were exiled to a two-mooned planet called Rammburg.
Population: 1,345,321,234,112 people approximately.

History

Two thousand years ago, the Alaricians of Rannert began their spacefaring age. They rapidly advanced, having a natural affinity for the land and how to best use the resources available to them. They focused heavily on space, their homeworld severely overpopulated. Eventually, they created their first FTL drive, the hyperspace engine. Using this new invention, they entered a golden age of militaristic expansion, between two superpowers. These superpowers clashed and competed for power, forging the beginning of the First Rannertian Reich in a crucible of war -- sometimes hot, sometimes cold. Eventually, they decided the terrors of the galaxy were too many to face alone.

This was the beginning of the Rannertian Treaty Organization, a grouping of the two superpowers and their puppet states. They would eventually meld into one over several generations, but for all intents and purposes they were united. The First Rannertian Reich had not been born yet, but it was well on its way. They continued their rapid expansion, until they controlled two entire galactic spirals. Officially, at 7835:03GM, on the Rannertian calendar, the treaty organization federalized into the First Rannertian Reich. It became the Year of the First Reich, 0:03GM. With this federalization came immense power, and the Alaricians enjoyed great luxuries. Over the next 1500 years, they conquered another entire spiral, far to the galactic southwest and southeast.

Tragedy struck the First Reich of Rannert when they fell into decadence, eventually leading into the Federal Conflict, the official name for the war between the First Reich and the Federation. Despite their superior technology, equipment, and numbers, they were beaten into submission in humniliating speed, the Federation owing their victory to the hedonism of the First Reich. The myriad of people in the Reich were added to the federation as citizensallowed to partake in the military, while the leadership and much of the throneworld's population base was exiled to far-flung space.

There, they have reformed themselves, discovered new military strategies and technologies, and now they bide their time to strike back at the Federation in revenge. But first, comes the Daisan Order, who the Second Reich hopes to test their military theory. The date is the Year of the Second Reich, 122:01GM.

Starmap Information

Galactic Location

Orange sectored area on the map.

Major Holdings

Capital
Rammburg

Ottovon

Ottovan Military Academy

Ottovan Iron Ring

Ottovan Defense Grid

Juiliburg

Juiliburg Habitat Net

Rammburg Spaceport

Rammburg Defense Grid

Hervia

Barlea

Reich High Command

Barlean Defense Grid

Barlean Super-MAC Platform A

Barlean Super-MAC Platform B

Kasser-Peot Flagship Fleetyard

Helia

Bisma

Mila

Mila Military Academy

Rannert's Echo Fleet Academy

Geral

Hervian Fleetyards

Hervian Spaceport

Hervian Super-MAC Platform

Hervian Defense Grid

Social Information

Demographics

The demographics of the Second Reich are mainly made up of Alaricians, a plant-like tree people originating from the throneworld of Rannert. They are numerous in the Second Reich, with 90% of the population made up of Alaricians.

Appearance of Alaricians

Government/Society

The government is mainly monarchist, and public opinion does not differ much. The peoples are angry at their defeat in the Federal Conflict, and nowadays are highly xenophobic and nationalist. They are in a war economy, preparing to strike out to expand and regain their power. It is one step short of fascist.

Technological Information

Technology Overview

The Reich, when exiled, took their advanced technology with them. They are highly capable scientists, and are among the most advanced in the galaxy, though in recent years the gap has been closing.

Major Techs

Infinite Variable Computing - Though not theoretically infinite, the computing power of the Reich has advanced so far that the limit for variables is practically infinite. It is the final word in computational logic.
Super-Propulsion Systems - These propulsion systems, while not typically mounted on larger ships due to a huge power pull, are often used in the long-range missiles of the Reich, allowing them to speed up their missiles to a fraction of C in minutes rather than hours or days.
Universal Aerodynamics - Designing craft capable of handling the transition from space to atmospheric battle theaters has always been difficult, but a new understanding of air flow under extremes of pressure and temperature has led to universal aerodynamic tech.
Tensor Algorithms - Underpinning advances in coordinating battlefield assets, tensor algorithms marry higher-order mathematics and computable instructions to make systems more reactive.
C5 Systems - Command, Control, Communications, Computing and... C, the speed of light. The final "c" to be integrated into advanced battle systems, the ability to react to masses moving at a measurable percentage of "c" is the final key to handling large fleet maneuvers using advanced technologies.

Industry

The industry of the Reich is primarily geared towards a military-industrial complex, and indeed the Alaricians do not have much in the way of consumer good needs. This allows for a higher amount of military factories, which according to their society, is better than more consumer goods factories. They are still bitter over their defeat and it shows. They have many shipyards, allowing for a high rate of ship creation, and their raw resources sector is highly efficient. They have capitalized on reduced waste, and everything generally has a use.

Military Information

Military Overview

The Reich can be best described as a military with a state, and this shows. They have a particularly large and impressive military, and they rule with an iron fist over their space.

Space Forces

The Reichsflotte, as the navy is called, is a navy made up of plenty of missile-based capital ships and smaller close-quarters cruisers, destroyers, and corvettes. They tend to tie up an enemy with the smaller ships, while the capital ships fire missiles from across the solar system. There are many types of ships in the Reichsflotte, such as:

Rotte-Class Frigate

The Rotte is a simple vessel, equipped with heavy laser batteries and fast engines. It isn't particularly armored, and is used to tie up enemy forces for as long as possible.

Cerelinth-Class Carrier

The Cerelinth is a small carrier cruiser, holding a wide array of cheaply-made starfighters. It is mainly used for countering enemy starfighters, and there are comparatively few in service.

Light-Class Destroyer

The Light is a destroyer focused on withstanding enemy fire, providing small amounts of its own fire. It is designed first and foremost to target shield systems and tie up enemies, similar to the Rotte.

Burg-Class Laser Bombardment Cruiser

The Burg is a unique cruiser, in that it uses long-range lasers as opposed to missiles. It has two major spinal-mounted dual-linked laser cannons that can fire across a system towards a target.

Leoman-Class Hybrid Cruiser

The Leoman is a hybrid carrier-bombardment cruiser, usually assigned to more specialized bombardment cruisers and battleships to act as a last line of defense against any enemies who could reach the bombardment location.

Rams-Class Hybrid Transport

The Rams is mainly used for troop transport and orbital deployment, serving a secondary role as an orbital bombardment cruiser. It is designed expressly with ground unit transport and support in mind. Seeing one of these is a common sight if there are troops on the ground.

Rannert-Class Battleship

The Rannert is a heavy and slow battleship with a heavy missile load, designed to bombard enemies from long range, with minor defenses in case the enemy reaches the battleship. It is also generally used as a flagship.

Ground Forces

(Describe your ground forces, too. This is especially important in this RP since ground/planetary combat will enjoy a spotlight. So we do suggest you to take extra attention to this section.)

Ground Doctrine: How do your ground forces operate in a general sense? What are the strategies and tactics commonly employed? What design philosophies are used and how are the affected by your country’s strategies. In short: what can we expect to see from your country’s ground forces? Bonus points if you give your doctrine a real name such as human wave.

REALPOLITIKS [Cold War Era Nation RP]

@Theodorable

Do you have a discord? I have a bot I made for another RP that could help with some of the rolls.

REALPOLITIKS [Cold War Era Nation RP]

I'll take a roll.

War Never Changes

Aegis Risk Management Vertibird ‘Courser’, F.Z.M.

“We’re on an approach vector to McCarran Airfield now,” said the pilot, watching the instruments as he spoke to the passengers. In the back seats of the Vertibird were four men in matte-black T-60 Power Armor and one in a crisp suit. Emblazoned proudly on the outside of the Vertibird was the ARM insignia. Eventually, they were in radio range. The pilot flicked on the radio.

“This is the Aegis Risk Management Vertibird ‘Courser’, requesting landing permission, an approved approach vector, and wind heading plus speed,” he spoke into the radio, turning on the Vertibird’s lights and beginning to slow down the vehicle. After some hesitation, the pilot got landing permission.

They approached the airport, passing by the city, and began to land. The Vertibird came down slowly, the door opening once it touched the ground. The four power-armor clad soldiers came out first, and finally, last out came the suited man. They stood by the Vertibird, waiting to see if anybody showed up to greet them.

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

The Tribes of Artius

A tribe in battle.

NATIONAL INFORMATION

-Population: 50,000
-Faction: Yuwan
-Capital: N/A; no true capital city.
-Government Type: Nomadic Tribal Confederation
-Government Description: There is no true central government for the Tribes of Artius, as they have never settled down long enough for a government to form. Further, due to their low numbers, their tribes remain in the hands of a few tribal elders. No tribe leaves what is described as the monkeysphere, the point where they stop considering individuals as more than an abstract concept of the group. For this reason, tribes are tight-knit and have never had a need for advanced governance. Any tribes that did require advanced governance were struck down by Justinians in the early days of the War of Sacrilege.

They have, however, managed to create a loose confederation of the various tribes, ending the warring between themselves for sacrifices and slaves to instead focus on pushing out Justinians from their lands.

-Head of State: N/A, various councils of elders handle day-to-day statesmanship in the tribes.
-Currency: N/A, all resources are distributed by the council elders.
-Language(s): Lingea Aurere is the unofficial language of the tribes, an old language which translates roughly to ‘Tongue of the Material Realm’. It is highly local, with heavy variations from tribe to tribe. Elders of the tribes are usually proficient in the elvish languages, however.

The Tribes of Artius have historically been nomadic, spending their summers in the plains surrounding the central mountains, and hibernating deep within caves in the mountains during the winter. They have always been deeply connected to the dirt below them, following the various gods and goddesses of nature. Said to have been there at the beginning of the material realm, as one of the first mortal inhabitants, they nevertheless have lost such historical records to the sands of times, due to their largely oral histories.

They have always been largely peaceful, preferring to remain the austere seers of the steppes and mountains. However, this all changed when the last cycle ended and the god of nature was slain. They pledged themselves to Yuwan, the sole survivor of the old pantheon, in the hopes it would return the world to a full pantheon, where they could once again worship nature.

Their tribes were then, due to their position in the far west, harried by Justinians. Their massive armies slaughtered the tribes who were too large or unwilling to run and hide. Nowadays, the remaining few tribes are strictly nomadic, under constant fear for their life. They strike out at any Justinians who enter their territory, never sticking around long enough for a counter attack to be delivered.

UNIQUE ATTRIBUTE INFORMATION

Nomadic Lifestyle - The tribes are strictly nomadic, and are incapable of higher levels of society due to the constant threat of Justinian attacks upon any discovered tribes.
Natural Flight - The Artiuns are capable of natural flight, getting from point A to point B incredibly quickly from the lack of obstacles in their path.
Seers of Nature - The tribes are finely attuned with the material world, capable of great magics under Yuwan making use of natural elements.
Extreme Speed - The tribes are quick, and seem to almost be capable of being in two places at once.
Frailty - Their body’s attunement to nature, speed, and flight has resulted in weak, light bones and easily pierced skin.

GEOGRAPHIC INFORMATION

-Major Locations of Interest
Mountains are in the north, with steppes in the south. Due to the nomadic lifestyle of the Artiuns, they do not particularly hold any one place in high value, but they do have connections to the mountains and steppes of their homeland.

RACIAL INFORMATION

-Majority race: The entirety of the tribes are made up of Artiuns, with other species simply incapable of matching their speed, power of flight, or nomadic lifestyle. They are magically attuned to the winglike structures that follow them about, and can use them to fly. They are generally white furred, with orange trimmings, though blue trim isn’t unheard of. They stand relatively tall, at 7 to 8 feet.

RELIGIOUS INFORMATION

-State Religion: Yuwanism
-Patron Deity: Adalgar, the angel of natural magicks.
-Religion Demographics: 100% Yuwan, 96% sub-worship of Adalgar. Any other religious worship is shunned in the tribes, and due to constant Justinian incursions, they are heavily united in their hatred for Justinian.
-Major Holy Relics/Artefacts in Possession:
The Spear of Adalgar - this spear is said to have belonged to Adalgar, and is inherently strengthened by the presence of material things. Due to existing in the material realm, this spear is capable of immense acts, such as cutting through the heaviest armor like a hot knife through butter. In fact, it cuts through armor even easier than expected due to armor’s inherent materialism.

The Urn of Nature - this urn is the source of the magic for their wings, and it is kept extremely hidden deep within the cave networks of the mountains, for if they were to lose this, there would be no magical force to keep their magical wings attuned to their body. It is unbounded, having been created by the old god of nature for the Artiuns.

-Holy Site under Control: The tribes hold no holy site, their holy sites all having been long since desecrated by Justinian raids due to their inability to be moved.
-Notable Magical Institutions: The seers and elders of the tribes are inherently a magical institution, albeit unorganized and varying from tribe to tribe. They are masters of manipulating the world around them.
-Religious Interpretations/Culture: these vary from tribe to tribe, with some only grudgingly accepting Yuwan and Adalgar, while others revere them as the new goddess and angel of nature. This is a source of conflict within the confederation of tribes.

MILITARY INFORMATION

Total Military Size: 30,000 men. Due to the overlap of hunters and warriors, this is an unusually martial society. Warriors are also hunters, and provide for their tribes.
Listed Heroes:
Abelard, the Wielder of the Spear of Adalgar, Eldest of the Macnamiar Tribe
Jealon, the Protector of the Urn of Nature, Eldest of the Kielan Tribe
Oielan, the Unifier of the Confederation, Eldest of the Uiot Tribe
Ulysei, the Great Death, Slayer of Justinians, Eldest of the Loer Tribe
Iuoes, the Cursed Wanderer, He Who is Doomed to Search, Eldest of the Iuii Tribe
Zealon, the Seer of Seers, the Wisest Among the Tribes, Eldest of the Peor Tribe
Military Doctrine: The tribes rely mainly on hit and run tactics, attacking most often from the air and disappearing before they can be counterattacked. They value speed and decisive action above all else. The best outcome to them is breaking the morale of an army in a few, swift, decisive ambushes.
Military Units:
25,000 Hunters - these units are responsible for the bulk of the warrior lodge, and for providing for their tribes.
2,500 Adalgar’s Lodge Hunters - These are the elite hunters, and few hunters are honored with the ability to join their ranks.
2,500 Seers and Elders - These are the magical warriors of the tribes, and are responsible for defending their tribe and leading it as well.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

To come

EXTRA INFORMATION

Full History: To come when I understand the history better.
List of Historical Grievances: Any Justinians, who are responsible for desecrating their holy sites, genociding their populace, and forcing them into hiding.
Relations: Hates Justinians, neutral to other Yuwanic nations due to having never met them, and are relatively cold towards the Red Gods, considering them to be false gods compared to the old pantheons.

War Never Changes

Could I take over the NCR please since the player left?

@The Spectre

Already mine, but I'm losing interest; you can take it if you want. You'll probably have to use what I left behind, though.

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

The Great Pines, Mountain Territory

The elders of the various tribes lingered, their escorts keeping a close eye on the outside world. Several of the elders of the lesser tribes were getting impatient. What if a Justinian raider party found them all? Such a meeting would easily draw an army, to cut the head of the tribal structure.

Finally, the Macnamiar tribe arrived. With a delegation consisting of Abelard, the wielder of the Spear of Adalgar, and three Adalgar’s Lodge hunters, eliciting a reaction from Oielan. He said, “You are late, Abelard! What kept you? Every second we remain together is another second risking discovery!”

Abelard responded, “Raiding parties marred my path. I had to take care to avoid gathering their attention. It took much longer than I expected to avoid being followed by them,” as he folded in his wooden magically-tuned wings. In one hand he carried his trademark spear. He walked to the rest of the delegation, motioning for his fellow hunters to stay back.

“You should see to it that you are not beaten to the confederation gathering by Iuoes,” muttered Jealon, a grumpy snort emanating from the seeker. Abelard simply waved him off. Now that they were all present, each eldest from each surviving tribe, Oielan began the meeting with a few sharp movements.

Ulysei began, “The Aberys raiding parties, those wretched noble houses, have increased as of recent. My tribe has killed off many, but they are a flood. We need more people in the steppes,” he paused, looking at Abelard, “I hope you can provide?”

Abelard hesitated, thinking for a moment, before accepting with a, “Very well, as long as the hunters I send are well-fed. The days grow shorter and the cold seasons will soon be upon us; we cannot afford to lose more of our kin to such a menace as simple cold.”

Ulysei nodded, and Zealon spoke up next, saying, “There are bad omens in my tribe, our enemies surround us, and I fear that the monsters below may become more active. Should Jealon fall, then we all will fall as well. I believe these are the end times for our tribes.”

Oielan cut him off, “There is no place for doomsaying in this confederation, it only separates us further. We will stand together or fall apart. We will persevere, and we will keep our homeland. No matter how many raiders come for our heads. If they send an army, they will lose much; we will assure that.”

Watching from a fair distance, an out-of-place and posh-looking gentleman watched the gathering ahead, hidden by the tall trees and bushes, behind the man was several dozen soldiers, all carrying the colors and banners of House Nudden, one of several contributors of troops in the Northern Campaign, and the same house of this young man, Phillip Nudden, Heir to the House and its lands.

One of the more well-armored soldiers moved ahead by the noble's side. "Great Justice, never seen this many Artiuns in one place..."

Philip grinned. "Heh, all the more tempting Captain." He said, his pompous tone and arrogance ever present. "Ready the archers, I won't let this chance slip through my fingers."

"Yes, my lord." the captain responded as he turned to face the rest of the crouched troops, signaling for the archers to advance forward, before long, twelve archers moved ahead into position, and were ready to rain death upon the heathens.

To the men watching, the Artiuns spoke in guttural gibberish, however, to themselves, they were perfectly understandable. One of the Adalgar’s Lodge warriors tensed, with the thought of having heard something, but he didn’t do anything yet. Meanwhile, the meeting continued as the elders argued with each other.

They spoke of various things, ranging from current events to their tribe’s individual histories. The archers, when they got closer, could clearly tell it was getting heated between the Artiuns, but beyond that they were unable to grasp the language the creatures spoke.

Philip drew his blade, ready to charge at any moment's notice, and in that very moment, he gave the order. "Fire!" He screamed as the archers let loose their arrows upon their unsuspecting enemy. "Charge!" he quickly ordered as he rushed out from the trees, quickly followed by his troops as they emerged from the forest.

The moment the order was loosed from Philip’s lips, the Adalgar’s Lodge hunters dove into action, with several sharp cries of warning as they flew to intercept the arrows with their wooden shields before they could reach the elders.

The elders, meanwhile, took to the air, some of them rapidly flying away from the situation. However, Ulysei and Abelard stayed behind, joining the elite hunters’ ranks. They took to the air as well when Philip’s men charged into the clearing, and Abelard, with his hunters, shot past the heads of the soldiers, intent on the archers.

The rest of them remained in the air, flying over to the soldiers and beginning to jab at them from the air with their spears.

The Archer line was quick to break once the hunters struck, scattering as several of them fell, literally as the hunters would impale them and drop from up high. Back in the clearing, once the Artiuns took flight and begun their assault, the spearmen among the raiding party's ranks begun tossing their own spears up into the air, with some hope of striking down one of the hunters. The Captain and a select group of swordsmen stood close by the Nudden Heir, keeping his head where it should be.

A few hunters fell to the spears, but many more of them remained, blocking the spears with their shields. They struck down the spearmen who had thrown their spears quickly, before they could draw another weapon. They began to surround the raiding party, with Abelard and the three other hunters coming up from behind after dealing with the archers.

Abelard shot through the lines, attacking the swordsmen around the heir. One of them attempted to parry his spear, the slash of the spear cutting right through the sword. He yelled, in Elvish, “Surrender or you will all be killed!”

"Damned Savage!" Philip shouted out, tearing away a sword from one of his guards and once again made an attempt to fruitlessly thrust the blade towards Abelard's gut out of desperation.

The blade was met with another slash of the spear, this time at the base of the sword, chopping off Philip’s fingers. He then batted away the swordsmen with the end of the spear, causing them to jump back in fear from the tip as he waved it in their direction. He yelled, again, in Elvish, as he suddenly rose the spear to Philip’s throat, “Call off your dogs or this will be your last sight!”

In that brief moment, as his fingers fell to the ground, the young prince screamed in pain, clutching his bloodied hands, the Artiun was not one for sympathy as it appears, suddenly being held at spearpoint as he raved in elvish. Philip couldn't afford to care to clearly understand what the savage spoke of, but he clearly could see he no longer had the upper hand here. "S...s...stand down!" He struggled to get a word out.

In that instant, the surviving soldiers dropped their weapons. The hunters quickly surrounded the surrendering soldiers, holding them at spearpoint as well. Abelard said again in Elvish, “Do you understand me, boy? Does anyone in your party speak Elvish? Speak up!” he looked around as he held the spear to the prince’s throat.

“Oh..I can understand you, savage.” Philip responded, his eyes seething with pain and anger towards this heathen. The Artiun narrowed his eyes, keeping the spearpoint at the man’s throat as he said, “Then you and your remaining raiding party will carry this message; this material realm, while its life ebbs low in the furnace of war, will be delivered by our tribes. Heed these warnings, for ruin will come to those who bar our way.” with that, he barked an unintelligible order to the hunters.

Each of the surrendering warriors was grabbed, a single swipe of the spear removing their fingers similar to the prince’s. A cacophony of screams filled the air, and after it was finished, Abelard continued, “We will fight for her, our mother’s survival. Tell your wretched, sneering kinsmen of that.” with that, he barked another order at the hunters, who all took to the air. Within moments, they were out of sight among the trees, leaving the raiding party alone with their dead.
Without much to be said, besides the cries and moans of pain, Philip and his surviving men made their trek back to the frontline encampment, a journey that would take three days. Unfortunately, over the course of time, one by one, the number dropped as soldiers collapsed and eventually died from either blood loss, infection or were picked off by local predators. Those that persevered through the pain were the fortunate ones.

The few that remained finally returned to the camp, fallen at the entrance as healer clerics rushed to their aid. A group of soldiers started to encircle the scene, much to their shock and horror. Philip was quickly under the care of one of healers as he grew more aware of his surroundings. "By Justinian...what happened?" One soldier muttered. "Savages...." another muttered.

"Those monsters took my fingers...that bastard dared laid his heathen hands on my pure flesh...he will burn for this..this whole realm will burn for this..."