((Going to try and wrap up my party in this, but if anyone wants to follow up then just do so))
Drakos blends in with the unseelie and their forces and with a wooden bellow and a wave of his branches tries to encourage the forces he is a part of to charge, in the direction of the remaining hoplites.
"Going to have to time this right" he thinks.
He spares a moment to look for Sandy and notes her using her breath to create a barrier between the former allies and the native creatures. He senses she is trying to use her fear aura against the natives, to override their anger, but she is a relatively young, and the natives are wild and on their home turf, they are not so easily swayed. Drakos wishes her well.
The charge continues, and Drakos fully expects the hoplites to be ready with their spears to meet the charge. Certainly they were making enough noise even over the din of battle to be noticed, the unseelie and others hollering as they run to meet the opposition.
When they are less than 30 meters from the Hoplites Drakos attempts something he has never done before. Mid-stride he sheds the treant form. He struggles for balance, his legs feel strange, lighter, differently jointed... the after effect of the polymorph. If he falls he will be trampled, he knows this. He touches a ring on his finger, causing invisibility to fall upon him... it won't fool all, especially some of the unseelie, but hopefully the hoplites at least would not see that it was him leading the charge.
One stumbled step, then two, and then he changed form again, this time into his beloved dragon form. He beats his wings rapidly in order to gain height, and avoid the spears of the Hoplites and the weapons of those behind him.
Over their heads he sweeps, realizing belatedly that even though he is invisible, the Hoplites will sense something large has just narrowly missed them and flown over them. So much for his vaunted wisdom... but there again, the whole getting involved with this army was a bad idea from the start.
Drakos swings around and flies towards Sandy where she appears to have got the battle on her flank, well, not under control, but channelled at least.
"The natives attack only the unseelie now. Its not the best result, but they are practically berserk." said Sandy. "I think its best if we let nature run its course."
"I should never have started it. I shall have to make reparations to the land when this is over. But for now, we have one last score to settle. I want to find whatever took me down at the start, and repay the favour. And its somewhere there" he says pointing with his neck "at the back of the army."
"You have a plan?"
"Better, i have spells. We will combine our attacks. I shall open with an earthquake under their feet, this should keep them occupied for a moment and stop them doing whatever it was they did last time. You hit them with your breath. I shall then flood their lungs with water, and while they are still reeling from that we will go in with tooth and claw"
"And if it does not work as you hope?"
"Then best we sing our death songs as we fly!"
"Men.... always so dramatic" said Sandy under her breath as they both pick up speed and fly towards the back of the camp.
Sandy senses Drakos pulling together a spell, one that will shake the foundations of the plane for some distance around. She starts gathering her energy to unleash a blast of lightning.
"Let this be the end to this" she thinks.
The Conquest of Brux
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*Captain Vanguard
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((Im going to consider an ending post very soon.))
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*Captain Vanguard
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((This is effectivly my ending for Augustus, if anyone wants to continue beyond the story thats up to them)).
Augustus conflict with the Unseelie was a phyrric victory of chaotic proportions. It was pure chaos alone that allowed Augustus to defeat the Unseelie but the granted audience he wanted and longed for never came.
Men forgot the name of the Captain that had lead them into war, chaos and death. Men forgot the man who wanted and longed to be a legend.
He retired to retreat back to Sigil, looking for an old fling only to learn she had married another man.
It wasnt long before he was found dead and honoured by the Godsmen per rituals, envy took him and only a bitter memory was left behind.
A man who had tried to be tactical, intelegent and brilliant ended as any other dirt seeker would, he tried to overstep his bounds and was left burning away on a pyre somewhere, forgotten to legend.
But... for better or worse, Augustus attack had left the Unseelie advance in Brux badly crippled, crippled enough that with one more killing blow, the Seelie could finally retake their homeland.
...But that was a time for another tale...
The Tale of Augustus Cillarus was all but done.
Augustus conflict with the Unseelie was a phyrric victory of chaotic proportions. It was pure chaos alone that allowed Augustus to defeat the Unseelie but the granted audience he wanted and longed for never came.
Men forgot the name of the Captain that had lead them into war, chaos and death. Men forgot the man who wanted and longed to be a legend.
He retired to retreat back to Sigil, looking for an old fling only to learn she had married another man.
It wasnt long before he was found dead and honoured by the Godsmen per rituals, envy took him and only a bitter memory was left behind.
A man who had tried to be tactical, intelegent and brilliant ended as any other dirt seeker would, he tried to overstep his bounds and was left burning away on a pyre somewhere, forgotten to legend.
But... for better or worse, Augustus attack had left the Unseelie advance in Brux badly crippled, crippled enough that with one more killing blow, the Seelie could finally retake their homeland.
...But that was a time for another tale...
The Tale of Augustus Cillarus was all but done.
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*Agony_Aunt
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((Nothing worse than playing with oneself, ill wrap up mine now))
Drakos and Sandy land, kick the crap out of whatever is there ((I had planned on an epic battle with an insane Brass Dragon... oh well)), but not without injury, so they retire to their cave above the waterfall to recuperate, confident that for now the threat has been blunted.
Drakos and Sandy land, kick the crap out of whatever is there ((I had planned on an epic battle with an insane Brass Dragon... oh well)), but not without injury, so they retire to their cave above the waterfall to recuperate, confident that for now the threat has been blunted.
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*B-Smith
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((Then I shalt do the same
During their final rage, the Hoplites did the only thing they knew: Fight till the bitter end. Soon after it was obvious that the Hoplites had gone Berserk, both sides simply rubbed them out one after another. Even though they took many to their graves, the Hoplites were simply Human and primitive at that. Spears bursted and blades shattered Sthenos and his men stood atop their pile of corpses and watched as the eldritch blasts, spells and arrows were pointed at them.
They took their demise with great, insane smiles and chanted their God's name in praise as one by one they fell. Nobody ever really understood what drove them to this madness but in the tiny Doran village, Sthenos' name was cursed for all eternity. He had been known to be a choleric fool who'd rather die than to admit defeat. Unlike his King, who was wise and had good foresight, Sthenos was a mad dog and that was his legacy to the future king, who blamed Sthenos alone for the disaster this expedition had been.
They called him: "The treachorous mad dog" and mourned "doomed souls who'd lost their king and followed a madman".
During their final rage, the Hoplites did the only thing they knew: Fight till the bitter end. Soon after it was obvious that the Hoplites had gone Berserk, both sides simply rubbed them out one after another. Even though they took many to their graves, the Hoplites were simply Human and primitive at that. Spears bursted and blades shattered Sthenos and his men stood atop their pile of corpses and watched as the eldritch blasts, spells and arrows were pointed at them.
They took their demise with great, insane smiles and chanted their God's name in praise as one by one they fell. Nobody ever really understood what drove them to this madness but in the tiny Doran village, Sthenos' name was cursed for all eternity. He had been known to be a choleric fool who'd rather die than to admit defeat. Unlike his King, who was wise and had good foresight, Sthenos was a mad dog and that was his legacy to the future king, who blamed Sthenos alone for the disaster this expedition had been.
They called him: "The treachorous mad dog" and mourned "doomed souls who'd lost their king and followed a madman".