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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby Shamus » Mon Apr 25, 2011 7:43 am

The One's offers of wealth and power meant little to the Guardians of Fire and Stone, but even they felt a sense of unease and unnatural corruption. Relentlessly they fought on. While the Source and Old One continued to pursue the newcomers in heliocopters, the Hydra split its breath between the foes facing it on the ground and the aerial hero attacking it with gatling guns.

The others divided their attentions as seemed appropriate. The running tribesmen and fleeing "raptors" were deemed to be unthreatening and were ignored, while the remaining enemies were outnumbered and facing destruction, therefore leaving The One as the main threat.

Thus the Watchers hurled their spears at the "birds", while the Orbs and Sentinels attacked them directly, and all other Guardians dealt with the enemy on the ground.

Army:
Flame Spiders: 60 remaining
Fire-Born: 33 remaining
Orbs: 25 remaining
Watchers: 79 remaining
Soot Wraith: 17 remaining (they have split away from the Source and are scattering)
Lava Beasts: 10 remaining (plus 7 out scouting)
Sentinels: 20 remaining
Golems: 7 remaining
Dragons: 4 remaining (the Old One's mount has joined the fight)
The Old One: Firing on the Steamscale choppers from the Source
The Hydra: Fighting Reginald and the odd One trooper
The Source: Still closing in on the choppers

((I'm reducing the death count now, as Duke's post leads me to believe the ground war is turning against The One's army and there isn't a whole lot of incoming fire on the Guardians.))
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby Eltharrion » Mon Apr 25, 2011 11:09 am

The Son begun his hand movements, but suddenly came to a halt, and with slow hand movement pulled down the mask covering his face, showing a pale-white colored skin, thin cheekbones and lips.
Then, with a voice no louder than a whisper, no stronger than a morning wind, the Son spoke with low, humming sound.
"We will tell this to the Ruler. We part here now, but hope to see you on the fields once more: not as enemies, but as trustworthy allies. Ones to be called one of the majors of this alliance. You wish to call us, tell us anything, you find us here: We hope we can do so one day too. In any need of urgent kind, send out a call, and we will answer. Farewell, fellow of the moon."

With that said, Son flicked his weapon in his back, spinning it a little, and suddenly a sphere of dim light was cast on the field. A visual contact was lost, few nearly silent whispers heard, and then darkness lifted only few seconds later. And Alliance's soldiers were there no more. Instead, there was only a small paper, with hasty written words of blood:

"In rivals' hands we may find a new shield of alliance to us all"

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In the woods, scouts kept good eye out for both the land and the sky, as the enemy had last time came to them with wings and fire. So, when the bombard came down, they were ready.
"Take cover! Move!"

The small squad on the location dived out into the hideouts, natural pockets of rock and under the trees. Anywhere they might have some protection. However, few of the soldiers weren't quick enough, and as the bombs hit, they disappeared from this world right away. The Corsair with them flicked around, avoiding direct hits like crazy and rising quite high to the sky. Still, shards of wood and ground flew everywhere, and when the bombard finally ended, they landed heavily down with smoking hull.
The pilot gave out few words after checking the situation.
"No good, this little lady here isn't going anywhere for a moment. Give us some time and she will be fixed."
(2 Raiders and 2 Dwellers dead. One damaged corsair, takes some time to repair)

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"Sir, we just had a contact from the ED-87 from the south. They have been hit by enemy ordinance. Requesting support on the area!"
Ruler was looking at the map on the table in his leading Corsair. With small bip-sound, one of the marks on it turned from green to yellow. This wasn't good. The enemy was coming at them wherever they went. They were good.
Must be those lizards they mentioned in the reports, he thought.
"Send out a call. Main squads trough AD-32 to ED-12 shall relocate to southern wood areas: leave only the backup squads on the location. Scout unit A-3 shall remain on the wooden area for contact to the 'Phaedrin'. Send out scouts B-4 and C-12, as well as Skyraiders and a Corsair from the Moon. They must meet up with the Son and head to the fields. We must meet these new contacts of ours on their own lands. We also need information about the rumble from the southeast. There seems to be happening something in that direction. Move out!"

Summary:
-Few soldiers dead
-Main army moves in HIDDEN and SCATTERED manner closer to the Steamscale's expected location, staying HIDDEN during the whole movement and AVOIDING detection.
-the original envoy unit, added with 12 Dwellers mounted on a Corsair, and 15 Skyraiders, head out to the open and toward the battle raging in the southern lands after waiting for few moments, moving first away from the location they met the Grey Warden.

((Just to mention guys, still fixing my internet. Coming now and then from places I can get, but expect no more than a post every few days/week))
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby DeadPigeonGolem » Wed Apr 27, 2011 9:23 pm

The remnants of the Sixth Field Army trudged into the foothills of the mountains. The terrain had inexplicably gone from temperate plains (high 70s) to alpine (somewhere below freezing) in the space of fifteen minutes. Never before had the soldiers been as grateful for the mouls as they were then, for they instantly dispensed cold-weather gear for the troops and their walkers. They momentarily stopped marching and grouped in a clearing, changing into their snow jackets, pants, and boots while moul pilots saw to the fitting of hoplite walkers with antifreeze and various other cold-hardening equipment. It was fortunate that their enemy had been blown apart minutes after they began their retreat, ending pursuit.


Unbeknownst to them, eyes ((Phaedrin eyes, presumably)) watched them from the trees.
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby Kithrune » Thu Apr 28, 2011 12:39 am

Reginald weaved in between the magma and shards of hot rocks. He was fireproof and armored up but that stuff still stung. His Gatling guns were having a decent effect but it would take forever to kill the multi-headed wanker. flying in close he raised his shock battons and put all of his 10 foot five, 550lbs into a smack to one of the beasts heads.

Meanwhile the Helicopters were faring much worse than their commander. glowing balls were all over them (pun not intended) and ground fire was coming in hot and heavy. Three of the five had already crashed, taking out masses of of infantry and golems in shrapnel and clouds of seering steam.

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"HE DID WHAT!"

Hermonie Hardfang was pissed. Reginald had done some fool hardy things in the past but this took the cake.

"Has he lost his everlovin mind! how in the hell does he think hes going to win that fight with FIVE HELICOPTERS! I can't believe it! ready the men, I'm going to have to go save his dumb ass. again."

Drakelius smiled, increasing the annoyance of the master engineer.

"Reginald cares about his men more then he cares about common sense. He herd the Master of Breath was in danger and he went after her. He saw her fighting and went to help her. he saw her fall and went to avenger her. Sadly I can't afford to loose anymore men. there are alien dwarves running around this forest the Black Scale can barely find."

Drakelius stood up and spread his wings as if prepareing for a fight.

"We've been in camp long enough, its time to move somewhere more defenseable. Tell everyone we are moving south and making perminate structures.Theres plenty of trees for fencing and stone for housing. tell Reginald and the Shooting Stars to fall back and talk to whats left of the...whatever their called after the battle."

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Summery

The Steam Scale army are moving south into the mountains. Reginald has taking minor burns from the Hydra and is now swing on its head with his shock battons. hard. The two remaining shooting stars are flowing the phaderin.
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby Shamus » Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:16 am

As was usual on this new plane of existance, the Guardians of Fire and Stone were being forced to deal with several different things at once. The Source had just attacked and successfully destroyed three of the new flying enemies when the other two veered off and began to head toward the mountains. Receiving new information about the present state of the battle and the destruction of The One, it determined the best course of action was to return to its troops and assist them in mop-up.

Meanwhile the Hydra was busy being clobbered upside one of its heads, the lower jaw being utterly crushed and the "forehead" caved in from Reginald's surprisingly heavy blows. It shifted its attention solely to him, all eight uninjured heads taking aim with their deadly breath.

From afar the Old One took aim and sent a streak of fire at Reginald, missing from the sheer range involved, but showing his hand.

Several Watchers were also ordered to engage Reginald, as The One's army was in dissarray and the Guardians were presently winning.

Speaking of, The One's forces that chose to fight on were in trouble, outnumbered and outgunned. The losses were heavy, but the Guardians would carry the day, especially when the Source arrived in a mere moment.

On top of all this, the Guardians picked up some sort of strange signal in the distance. They lacked any means to interpet it and it did not appear threatening in any way, so the Source filed it away as something to ponder later.


Army:
Flame Spiders: 54 remaining
Fire-Born: 30 remaining
Orbs: 0 remaining
Watchers: 73 remaining
Soot Wraith: 17 remaining (they have split away from the Source and are scattering)
Lava Beasts: 9 remaining (plus 7 out scouting)
Sentinels: 0 remaining
Golems: 6 remaining
Dragons: 4 remaining
The Old One: Firing on Reginald from the Source
The Hydra: Fighting Reginald solely now
The Source: Now closing in on everyone and everything

Note: It is about to get very hot for Reginald. *wee* Also, the Guardians are ignoring the fleeing pieces of The One. This may be a bad move, but the Guardians have not watched many horror movies and can't hear the audience yelling at thiem to strike while the iron is hot.
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby The Watcher » Sun May 01, 2011 9:56 pm

Machaira stiffened as the clanleader removed his mask, then inclined her head respectfully at what was clearly a gesture of significant trust and goodwill. Recovering the dropped message, she organized her mirror lancers and rode out, satisfied at having managed friendly contact with potential allies and adequately explained their situation in relation to the Phaedrin. Unbeknownst to the warrior-alchemist, two mechanical contraptions were following her from up above, far enough away to be neither heard nor seen as more than inconspicuous specks. Their armor glinting in the light of a dawning day, they proved fairly easy to follow, inadvertently leading the two draconic scout craft back to the Phaedrin's camp in the mountains. However, said camp seemed to have a lot of vigilantly-manned cannons about... caution would required were they to try and scout fit out further without being noticed.

A short while later, the party wheeled as a rumbling series of detonations broke the silence, a plume of smoke rising from the forest far to the south... but Machaira had her orders. As of now, the Alliance were neutral-friendly, not beholden allies, and who knew exactly what had just occurred. For all she knew it could have been a munitions test; they clearly had the alchemy for it.

Besides, she had to make her report to the King in Bronze. He would be most interested to learn how these events had worked out....

---------Meanwhile, Somewhere in the Plains-------------

Four terrified and bewildered tribesman make their way across the plains, watching the skies all about them light up with flashes of light and noise and incomprehensible power from nearby battles. Driven by duty and terror, they ignore these unsettling phenomena as best they can in their all-out rush back towards the relative safety of the Phaedrin camp.

--------Also Meanwhile, in the Mountains-------------

Seemingly out of nowhere, a massive, intimidating suit of armor, some seven feet tall and wrought of masterfully but fearsomely and grotesquely worked green-black metal emerged in front of the Sixth Army column, blocking the pass, a massive sword in one hand, its tip planted in the snow at its mailed feet, and one arm held outstretched, hand up and palm flat in a univeral warning gesture- "stop where you are." The thing looked unnatural and vile, setting teeth on edge and hairs on end as it radiated an aura of palpable dread and otherworldliness.

In an instant, the hills came alive with shaggy figures clad in burnished bronzelike armor, levelling antique but powerful looking smoothbore guns at the pilots as they stepped out from behind evergreen and snow-covered crag. One of them strode a little more forwards than the rest of his peers, face invisible behind the shadow of his helmet. He could have been anything, save that he was tall, roughly humanoid, and swathed in furs over his masterfully wrought amber-colored metal armor.

"You are surrounded! Halt, and come no further until you identify yourselves, or you shall meet a swift end!" the voice boomed forbiddingly. "Who are you, and what is your business, that you dare to march into the territory of the Phaedrin so armed?"
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby Kithrune » Mon May 02, 2011 7:51 pm

((Reginalds death will have to be epic and I lack the time to write something like that. I rather liked the character and i'll send him off in stlye.))

MEANWHILE, IN THE MOUNTAINS
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The pilots followed the alien dwarves retreat into the mountain. They had strict orders to connect their helicopter radios to a direct line to Drakelius or Hermonie, one of the two and then return a suply.

The dwarves seemed to be surrounded by others, mabey their allies, mabey not. either or they turned on the loud speakers and , after a short pause, Drakelius's voice boomed though the rocky mountains.

"THIS IS DRAKELIUS DES MORTE, LEADER OF THE STEAM SCALE. SOME OF MY MEN FOUGHT BY YOU IN THE LAST BATTLE, DESPITE YOUR BEING DWARVES. I REQUEST TO SPEAK TO YOUR COMMANDING OFFICER."



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THE BACK AT STEAMSCALE HQ

Progress was being made on the new steam scale fortess. the soilders are minning the stone of the mountain and are starting to clear cut the southern edge of the forest. two large observation towers are under constrution and are clearly visable to everyone in the southeastern quarter of the map. 400 scouts are patroling the area of the base and clear cutting, half on foot ad half from the air.

Drakelius is absobing himself in diplomacy and overseeing construction. His chi has been massively disrputed and he allowed himself to grow 6 in. the men can tell soemthing is wrong. Hermoinie has gone into a deep depression and has taken off her power armor for 'repairs''. She is staying the lower level of the building, passing her duties off onto her daughter (an MoB).

Summery
Drakelius is asking to speak to the leader of the Sixth Army and (inadvertently) The Phadren, thinking them to be on the same team (the steam scale have never had contact with humans before the battle).

The helicopters are hovering over the crowd, not firing.

Drakelius is thorwing himself into his work to avoid a depression cause by his unconcious knowelge of Reginald's death. he no longer gives a moral bonus (his men are worried for him instead of inspired) and his albiities are at half power and half range (his chi is in flux, limiting his breath powers but not decresing his point value or his gear's effectiveness.)

Hermonie is no longer in her suit for the same reason Drakelius is depressed. she shoul be treated as a 350pt soilder without special ablities untill she gets back into her power suit. Her daughter is a nameless Master of Breath that will be the next hero in time. If any Masters of Breath are alive, assume she is.
(i'll deal with reginals death in a later post, lackof time, frecken finals and all.)
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby DeadPigeonGolem » Mon May 02, 2011 8:09 pm

The Sixth Army let out a storm of swearing. Accosted from two sides, disarmed and in the midst of resupply and re-equipping to boot. A drome sent up a holograph white flag. Another wrote out in pictograms, devised on the journey to the mountains, a call for a meeting in a forest clearing with food, wine, and sundry good intentions. If the respective leaders of the two armies were interested, a forest clearing about 25 feet from the outside of the army's column seemed an ideal location for members of the military to take their luncheon.
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby Kithrune » Tue May 10, 2011 3:35 am

Reginald looked around and realized something: he was totally boned.

the abomination was firing at him with all 8 heads, the stringy dwarf skeleton was firing, despite being out of range and a host of nasty golem-esk things were advancing on him.

seeing a small opening in the line of fire he charged though, flying at full speed, knocking various grunts out of his way.

His armor half melted and ammo low, Reginald headed in the direction of the shooting stars.

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The helicopter pilots landed in the forest clearing and exited their vehicles.

the 7ft tall (average for a steam scale) pilots wore orange jump suits with a small pistol and survival knife at their sides. their helmets, with holes at the mouth for fire-breathing, were removed reviling their reptilian faces and red eyes. they, as all males, were hairless but were covered in deep green scales.

the pilots flashed grin nervous grins at what they hoped were friendly dwarves, showing rows of razor sharp teeth along with a desperately displayed good will and just as desperately conciled hate. Aliens or not, no one wants to be skinned or made into a trophy.

They placed a small box on the ground though which repeated the message of Drakelius...along with a strange interference. a bunch of barks and whines.

The pilots adjusted the radio and waited for the dwarves to approach, struggling to keep their mouths smiling and hands empty of weapons.

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The base now had clear walls of stone and the soilders had stopped their clear-cuting, after leaving the southern fifth of the forest cut down. the task of burning the stumps and planting would have to wait untill the foe was cleared and the area secured. no one had been killed by the 'ghosts of the forest' but no one wanted to stick their neck out and be first.

The base construction was going well, despite the overall mood of the camp. After much prompting from her daughter, Hermonie had resumed her duties, increasing construction speed many times over. her suit was still hanging but those 'repairs' were honestly coming along. She avoided eye contact with her daughter and any of the other M.o.Bs that patrolled the halls from time to time. Her shame, though no longer disused, was not forgotten, and now he was gone. Normally she would go to Drakelius for support as she always had but he seemed to be taking it almost as badly as she was. Besides, she could not withstand his usual embrace. How could she run to Draeklius's arms so quickly when he could still be alive.


Drakeluis had stopped trying to micro manage his troops and had begun to meditate with a few M.o.Bs, trying to right his chi, only stopping to eat and attend to diplomacy.

Why did he fear the worst for his friend? Reginald was...is a brave and cunning warrior. it was him who slew the dwarven general in single combat and secured the launch pad for the Boilflight. Surely he would come back. surely...


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Summery

Reginald is flying to meet with the pilots after bashing away some grunts (and Shamus being awesome).

Hermonie is up and about but is still out of her suit. Character development incoming as events allow.

Drakeluis is waiting on the Sixth Army and Phadrin commanding officers response while meditating to attempt to restore his chi. Character development incoming on him as well.

The pilots have stepped out of their ship and are waiting on the Phadrin and Sixth Army. Note that this is the first time either of the troops have seen a draconian up close and the first they have run into humans (hence why they get called dwarves)

The Steam Scale base is not complete. It's nothing impressive, just a few multistory stone and wood buildings( a barracks, garage, storehouse and a hospital) , a wooden fence, and two towers with dudes on top of them. Note the towers have no stairs, the lookouts just fly on top of them. anyone in the south eastern quadrant can make out the towers.

The southern fifth of the forest has been clear cut to get the wood for construction. the chopping has ended but the area is still patrolled by the forces i mentioned in my last post.
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby DeadPigeonGolem » Wed May 11, 2011 5:28 pm

It had been rapidly decided that Knotolis and Koraki would lead the Sixth Army's delegation. They arrived in the clearing on foot, wearing fur lined boots made from soft leather and ermine fur.

Knotolis wore dark colored pants that were made of linen with a layer of wool insulation and had a subtle design stitched into the fabric along the legs with darker thread. The shirt he wore wasn't visible, but his coat was of a slightly lighter shade of fabric with his city's coat of arms emblazoned in black thread on his shoulder. The coat was also lined with ermine fur and had a hood.

Koraki's outfit was a fur lined, dark colored skirt wrapped multiple times such that it formed layers. She wore a white long sleeved shirt with wide, fluttering sleeves that made her look like she had wings. Underneath, she wore a black, woolen undershirt to keep out the cold. Over this she wore a suede vest lined with ermine fur, dark brown with her city's coat of arms stretching across the chest in black thread.

Overall, they looked rather distinguished, as befitted their rank.

Walking into the clearing, they bowed halfway at the waist in a sign of respect and partial submission, but refraining from demeaning themselves as vassals or other nonsense.
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby Kithrune » Mon May 16, 2011 10:39 pm

(Que theme music http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=801CketNy1Y)

Reginald didn't feel his burns, didn't notice his scratches, and was completely ignoring the weariness of battle. All he knew was he made it out alive and he wasn't going to question how.

Finding the pilots he landed in-front of the two generals, shedding his breast plate and grinning broadly, taking the radio from the overjoyed pilots.

"Drakelius, you old newt. why are you wasting time on that radio? I'll take care of things here, you focus on finishing that base."

Turning his gaze downwards towards the generals he raised his fist in a quick Steamscale salute before addressing them.

"Your far too short to be dwarves and too scaleless for Draconians, what species are you?"
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby DeadPigeonGolem » Tue May 17, 2011 1:28 am

Koraki and Knotolis were distinctly unimpressed. It was their opinion that one does not go to a diplomatic meeting covered in battle wounds and the blood of an enemy. So uncivilized.

"We are humans," said Koraki, "from the land of Myrmidia. We come to broker a non-aggression pact between ourselves and those who have surrounded our position. As you can see, our numbers are few and we have no desire for further aggression." The unspoken "For now" hung in the air like a looming Eliphan Prowler ((note: unusable class, the Eliphan Prowler is a large siege/heavy support platform used to rain high explosives on enemy positions)). "We seek a place to make camp and do not wish to engage in military action with our neighbors. What say you?"
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby Kithrune » Tue May 17, 2011 6:35 pm

"Agreed. We had to flee our homeland and hope to make this our new home. We are an advance party for our people. All the civies and essenal personal are in orbit."

Reginald picked up the radio and contacted base.

"Drakelius, the creatures...i mean people the Master of Breath risked herself for are called humans from someplace called Myrmidia. There looking for a place to stay. We clear the ghosts out of the forest yet?"

There was a long silence over the radio as Drakelius bowed his head in empatheic embarassment. Reginald, while the best commander he could ask for, was no where close to the best diplomat.

"We have about 1/5 cleared out. haven't burned it yet. I'm sending Hermonie to cover diplomacy. Stick to small talk till she gets there."

Putting the radio down Reginald turns his attention to Knotolis.

"So, do only you female humans fight or are the males all hiding in the ranks?"


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Drakelius flew at maximum speed to the basement where Hermonie was testing her suit.

"Reginald is alive and hes trying to do diplomacy!"

Hermonie felt a sharp mixture of joy and terror. the last time Reginald tried diplomacy he wound up loosing a drinking contest and setting several servants on fire.

Donning her improved suit she ran off, heading towards Reginald's location.

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Summery

Hermonie is flying towards Reginald's position at breakneck speed. She has her suit back on and should be treated as her normal 750pt self.
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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby DeadPigeonGolem » Fri May 20, 2011 7:54 pm

Kithrune wrote:"Agreed. We had to flee our homeland and hope to make this our new home. We are an advance party for our people. All the civies and essenal personal are in orbit."

Reginald picked up the radio and contacted base.

"Drakelius, the creatures...i mean people the Master of Breath risked herself for are called humans from someplace called Myrmidia. There looking for a place to stay. We clear the ghosts out of the forest yet?"

There was a long silence over the radio as Drakelius bowed his head in empatheic embarassment. Reginald, while the best commander he could ask for, was no where close to the best diplomat.

"We have about 1/5 cleared out. haven't burned it yet. I'm sending Hermonie to cover diplomacy. Stick to small talk till she gets there."

Putting the radio down Reginald turns his attention to Knotolis.

"So, do only you female humans fight or are the males all hiding in the ranks?"


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Drakelius flew at maximum speed to the basement where Hermonie was testing her suit.

"Reginald is alive and hes trying to do diplomacy!"

Hermonie felt a sharp mixture of joy and terror. the last time Reginald tried diplomacy he wound up loosing a drinking contest and setting several servants on fire.

Donning her improved suit she ran off, heading towards Reginald's location.

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Summery

Hermonie is flying towards Reginald's position at breakneck speed. She has her suit back on and should be treated as her normal 750pt self.


Knotolis was fairly insulted.

"The Sixth Army is an equal opportunity force. We are brothers and sisters in arms! We take care of each other in battle!! We bandage each others wounds!! For one of our comrades, we would leap into the fiery depths of hell, kick the asses of any demon that gets in our way, and rescue them from Hadeis himself, be our comrade male or female!!" he said passionately. "There is no hierarchy by gender, no discrimination for honor and glory! Any segregation is only for the bathing facilities, be it in a small stream our the barracks of the gods of Olympia!! Let it be known to you and your species, lizard, that the Sixth Field Army of the Eighth Myrmidian Alliance is NOT sexist!! You will do well to remember that!!"

"In regards to hiding within the ranks, let it also be known that each member of our army fights equally, with their full strength and valor, to their dying breath," said Koraki more calmly, albeit with a rather icy tone of voice. "In the interests of peace, we will allow this affront to our honor slide, but know this: choose your words carefully, for we are not so cowardly as to bear the weight of insults without consequence."

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Meanwhile, the dromes had been fiddling with the communications equipment. Finally, they'd managed to code their communicators to beam back a message to the doggies:

"Da Six Army of da Eight Myrmidian Alliance no haz conflicts wit yous, we can haz friendz?" :3

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Re: Plains of Blood III- Game Thread

Postby DeadPigeonGolem » Mon May 23, 2011 6:56 pm

Note: Add 100 more Hoplites to force.
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