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2300 hours, Over Sumixian Rainforests; Sumixia

The humming of the planes flying over the rainforest blocked out all the other noises of the night. Each plane was a modified bomber, filled with over 5 tons of gasoline. The pilots inside were waiting for a signal.

Suddenly, a bright flare lit up the night sky, that was the signal. The 30 bombers dove downwards, getting as close to the treetops as they could. The waited until in potion, then the pilots began to flick a special switch in each plane.

Gallons and gallons of gasoline began to pour out of the plane and began raining upon the trees. They began to spread outward, attempting to cover as much rainforest as possible. The trees below them soon became soaked; a single spark could ignite a tree instantly.

While the planes made their way around the jungle. Soldiers carrying heavy barrels of gas walked beneath the planes. They had acquired a map of the jungle, and were placing there firetraps at key spots through the rainforest. Within a few hours, the whole forest would be a torch.

0300 hours, just inside border of Sumixia.

A small group of men wearing face paint and camouflage crept through the trees. All they had in there passion were 9mm pistols and lighters. The continued to sneak for sometime before coming to a small puddle on the ground.

They looked up to see the area in front of them drenched in gasoline with several barrels under trees and bushes. The men pulled out there lighters and stood a careful distance back. One by one, the men flicked the lighters and small flames faded into existence.

“On three, one, two, THREE!”

0342 hours, Sumixia.

A sudden flash lit up the sky. Dark smoke began to pour out of the rainforests, filling the air. The men who started it watched in glory. Let’s see Sumixia stop this, they thought. Trees and plants burned rapidly. Animals howled and shrieked.

Any minute now, All of Marabal, Comatica, Sumixia, and Culex would know about this.

2 hrs earlier

"Prime Minister, the army is ready!"
"Good send them to protect Sumixia. When will they arrive?"
"It may take 31/2 hrs depending on the weather,sir"
"Okay"

xxx Culexian soldiers just off coast 0440 hrs

"#$@$#, the islands in flames!!!!"
"General whats goin on?????!?!?!"
The soldiers saw what was left of the forest.
This is what could happen to them.

The Prime Minister picked up the phone after reading the note he found atop his desk. "Hello?" "Mr. President, the transport plames have just left. They should arrive in Sumixia in a couple of hours." "Very good," the president smiled for the first time in a few days. "Any word from Comatica yet?" "No sir, not yet...

15 Blackrod Bombers skimmed the treetops eagarly. A tinge of orange and red crept over the horizon.

Carmellus looked to his left at his flank. A comrade hovered silently next to him. "It has begun," He said darkly under his breath.

A voice cracked over the radio. "Deploy NOW!" Nobody hesitated. That was the voice of General Fugitivus. They did not want to get him angry.

A payload of about 100 Incendiary bombsfell to the forests, and exploded in a mass of fire and smoke. The company of planes pulled up, and veered off into the night as the forest turned into "One big bonfire."

"Lt.!!!"barked the General,"We need to get this to the prime minister! Tell him that Sumixia was burned and to set up spotlights in case they do the same to us!!!! We are stayin here for a few days to protect the people who remain."

The soldier obeyed. The Culexian soldiers were encamped in their ships, for
the unburned parts of the island were covered with the living Sumixians.

OOC: I just copied this from the old topic.

Alright. My navy isn't even launched right now.

I have about 50,000 ground troops in the forest, but my entire adult (16+)population has crossbows, and chances are they'll be fighting also. Children also will likely use their parent's crossbows.

My air force has 200 fighter helecopters which have Anti-Aircraft missiles. They aren't much of a match against bomber and fighter planes, but they are somewhat useful for defense.

IC: Alex looked across the land. He could see dark smoke rising in the distance, and at once realized what happened. Anger rose up inside him.
"They would burn religion, and they would burn our forests." he fell silent. "Launch all the helicopters!" he shouted. He turned to Hannah, remembering political protocol. "Do you agree?" he asked. She looked at him. She was as equally angry. She nodded.
"Good." said Alex. "Submerge all three cities. They must think we are idiots to not have a fire control program. Engage it. Also, send the defense alert to each town. No one gets away with burning our forests!"

Alright, My forces will be in Sumixia soon, and here they are:

750,000 Infantry armed with AK-47's and RO2 pistols (sidearms)
1,000 Snipers a/w a sniper rifle
350 Artillary a/w Rocket lauches and Mortars
200 Medics

400 M3 Ground Tanks

50 Red Hawk 1400 fighter jets
80 J-009 Bomber Jets

They'll be more later, this is to start it off.

Okay, here are my attack forces:

20 Croaker Class Attack Submarines
25 Guius Class Destroyers
13 Franzes Class Cruisers
1 Imperial Class Battleship

Divisions 10-15, 35-37 (30,000 troops)
Armored divisions 3-6
Air Force units 15-40 (160 fighters, 90 bombers)

There might be more.

The prime minister sat in wait, wondering when he would get more news from Sumixia.
The anti air guns and spotlights had been raised throughout the island. The citizens were hiding in bomb shelters and the streets were empty, opposite of a typical Culexian day.
[I}Hopefully the enemies won't attack here.[/I] thought the Prime minister

Am I expected to say what my forces are?

OOC: This open?

OOC: Yes, it's open. Just say whose side you're on.

The armada of ships made their way to Culex. The mist was thick on the water, but they payed it no mind. The radars indicated that land was near, and sonars indicated no enemy presence.

The shore grew near. Lights twinkled on land. Tall skyscrapers and smaller buildings were in view. The admiral smirked. Showtime....

BTW: Culex, what is your capital city? Where is it located? How many people live there? Is it on the coast?

Culexian forces led by Gen. Hauer:
100,000 marines a/w Hauwitzer 35's
150 meds
15 subs
25 Bunker Boats
15 Batlleships

Am I expected to say what my forces are?

Sure, why not?

I'll be posting my nation's map soon.

Capitol: Thiera
Pop:7 mil
Partially inland
South Pacific

Ash-ridden field (rainforest), Sumixia

The Planes slowed there speed as they dropped in to land in the feild of ashes. A few hours ago, this field had been a dence jungle. The troops deployed and began to divide into their divisions. Then one by one, they mobilized, going to the heart of the country, there capital. To get there, all they had to do was follow the path of destruction.

"Alright!" yelled General Silenus, "We're not coming back here anytime soon. We'll set up came on the way when we need to, trucks will be carrying the supplies we need behind us. Our Mission is a simply one, march into there cities, capture that murder and kick their asses!!

The men let out a cheer. They picked up there things and began to march onward, eagerly waiting to seek their revenge.

The troops began to depart from the ship as ordered by Gen Hauer.
They were movin into action.

A group of ten battle helicopters flew down the ash paths. They could already see forces marching like ants. The helicopters flew backwards, over forests. They were surely marching to their doom, because they had activated the fire control systems in time to stop the paths that led to most of the cities, where a great number of soldiers were lying in wait. The helicopters lowered themselves closer to the trees, so they couldn't be seen. If more planes flew overhead, the helicopters could destroy them.

Here's my map.

http://img95.exs.cx/img95/4910/com6jp.jpg

Sir Frederick Dorbe, a Culexian spy, finaly came upon a Comatican soldier speaking to his friend. He began to listen:
"The troops are making their way through the Island here, but thats not as good as the news of our ships about to reach Culex. Wow! its like a win-win situation. We get to conquer/destroy both Culex and Sumixia."

the soldiers walked away. Frederick swiftly ran to tell his general.

Alex stood on top of the main building in Telethos, and watched as the city sunk into the ground. Finally, the gigantic iron ring slammed shut, and the lights around the city turned on.

When he went inside, he looked on his status screen. Telethos and West Sotin were safe. North sotin, on the other hand, was still above ground. He checked the screen, wide eyed. The city was having trouble with it's submersion system, and it was the first city in the attacking armies path.

A deafning buzz filled the air, vibrating the ground. A dark cloud fell swiftly towards the helicopter ambush. "Hawk 7 to Hawk 9, you've got a missle on..."
The radio went out as a flame shot out from the back of the plane.

Hawk 9 began to tumble down to earth. He pulled the joystick back as far as he could, trying to fight out of the fall. He began to climb into the air, before colliding headon into a Sumixian Helicopter, killing the pilot in Hawk 9 instantly.

This was not the city that they were looking for. The ships were given information that the capital is partially inland, and that there was a river that led to it (Right?).

The mass of ships turned down the river. About half a mile in, lights were seen on the horizon. Theira.

The Carrier ships halted. About 5,000 of the 30,000 troops were on the ships. The rest were on carrier boats, little metal dignies about 20 feet long, 7 feet in diameter. The other 25,000 were on these boats.

The carrier boats slid onto shore. The General Major surveyed the dark surroundings, the rural areas around the capital. He smirked, and said, "I now declare this nation occupied." The troops continued inland. There were no residential areas around here. Perfect for a basecamp.

Frederick had told the general about the forces near Culex who then told the Prime minister, Vladimir Bouliff, about the news.
The Culexian navy was sent out on the wrong side though.
A guard was set up on the ancient city wall around Theira and the nearby river was blocked by the wall to prevent ships from getting that close to the wall.
But little did they know that the Comitican forces were already encamped.

* Comatican. Sorry

The rest of the helicopters climbed from the cover, as others rushed from several nearby points to aid their comrades. The one helicopter that was hit explodes violently, spraying fire all over the forests, but the fire control system instantly turned on. Hidden hoses began spraying chemicals that were enviromentally safe to both humans, animals, and plants, putting out the fire. The helicopters recieved a transmission, telling of north sotin's situation. They sped off, leaving the ground troops to try and hold back the attackers.

The radio at General Silenus began to crackel. "What," he said. "We're getting in the Hummers. The nearest city is haveing defensive troubles. If we hurry we can take it." "How far away is it?" "About two hours, in the hummers." "Okay, Silenus out."

"Quick Captain, get all the divisions alerted and in the Hummers, we have a chance to take a city..." "Right away sir."

The Culexian troops were fighting the oncoming attackers to prevent North Sotin from destruction. the ground started shaking as an earthquake shook the soldiers abrubtly

The soldiers worked all through the night to construct the base. They had a seemingly infinite amount of aluminum and lumber at their hands. The nation had opened extra trade pacts before the war.

The basecamp was completed as the first light of dawn came. It was constructed mostly of aluminum, with a double wooden rame. Itstood as small buildings housing the troops. Anti-aircraft guns stood ready. Shell cannons waited on the shore for any Culexian ships. Altogether, there were 15,000 troops here at this camp. The other 15,000 had split up into 120 different groups to scout out places to attack, and to tighten their grasp on Culex.

The Troops on the ground laid down in the ashes for cover, while the army was getting the hummers ready, the 25th divison attempted to hold off the enemy.

One soilder looked down to reload and was hit in the helment with a cross bow bolt. The helment cracked and split in two, but the soldier's head was only minorly injured.

The 47th divison and the 51st ran to aid the 25th division. They ducked down to hide in the ashs, while mortar men a distance back got ready to wipe out the enemy.

As dawn arrived the Wall guard saw a shimmering of metal in the distance. They got binoculars and saw a large camp. When Vladimir recieved this news he told his secretary of state Ben Gorder to evacuate the citizens to the Hidden City and house only troops in the capitol. He also opened up all of the tunnels for food and water carriers.

Prime Minister's Evacuation Speech:
"Citizens of Theira, we are evacuating this city for your safety. Please do not pack unneeded items. Many may have died if it were not for this precaution.
We are going to the Hidden City while our beloved soldiers defend our and their Homeland, Culex! Let them fight bravely and have not too many hardships! Let God bless them for that is what they are fighting for, God!"

Three missle ships floated idly outside the wall. About 30 bombers flew in formation towards the city. The skyscrapers grew closer and closer to the planes.

The first payload was dropped in downtown. They were hoping to catch the people in the evacuation, but the streets were barren.

The bombs exploded in a dazzleing array. The second payload came swiftly afterward.

But there was no third. Anti-aircraft fire cracked the smoke and noise. Fighter c1 was hit promtly, and crashed down to the streets.

The pilot of k3 was leading his unit. Two pawns behind him were struck down in a ball of fire. He called to his men to release the last payload, but only one responded. Then the radio abruptly cut out.

General Major Helvetus called for a retreat. The air was thick with rockets, wreckage, and fire. With one final blow, k3 was struck, and he veered off course, crashing into the river at speeds of 400 mph.

The Marabalian soldiers prepared for an attack near the edge of the trees, but none seemed to come. Some of them were getting restless, and stood up to look around. Several bolts flew from the trees, killing or forcing them doen on the ground.

The fighting wasn't fierce, it was just frightening. The Sumixians seemed to be masters of stressing out the enemy. As if to drive this point home, the Humvees souned in the distance, but just as they came into view, several explosive bolts smashed into the humvees, destroying some and wrecking others, and the ash covered ground, making the terrain undriveable. The soldiers at the edge of the forest realized they were surrounded.

The soldiers on Sumixia had to retreat back to the city. They had been fighting for 12 hrs and were getting weak. They called for their transports and met at the appointed area. They couldnt hold back the enemy.

Just as they were leaving they got a radio call from the Sumixian general saying that the Humvees were stalled, so THe culexian forces went back into action.

Another camp was built; this time of concrete and aluminum. No wood.

It was built partially into the ground. The bunker was entirely underground. Tunnels of concrete wove underground too; only makeshift ones, but they would serve as good shelters in case of a bombing raid.

This base was 10 miles NE of the original base. All scouting troops were called to this location. 10,000 stayed, and 5,000 went to storm the capital.

The 749,700 troops gathered near the center of the circle. This would be easy. They all loaded there guns and got ready. The genreals were near the center. None of the humvees had been destroyed, they were all functionally, but in bad shape.

With a sudden crackle, a chain of bullets from the Marabaian troops shot outwards, taking down all men in the front. The Sumixians began to fall one after one, with an occasional Marabal soldier losing a limb.

The cross bows were slow, but extremly powerful. The AK-47's on the other hand were balenced with speed and power.

Suddenly, one of the badly damaged humvees burst into flames as an explosive bolt hit it. Three more explosive bolts flew inward, killing 15 or so soldiers and wounding others. Marabal outnumbered Sumixia.

OOC: turning in for the night, continue in the moring.

The Sumixian units realized they couldn't hold their ground, so they retreated into the forest. Once they were back far enough, it was dark enough to hide. They were done thrying to play on the enemie's terms. It was time to give themselves the advantage.

OOC: Me too. If he's out, I am too. I'll see you all tommorow.

Back at Theira
The people, regardless of the fact that the city had just been bombed, finaly were ready to embark on the great trek up throught the many underground tunnels to the Hidden City in the Great Mountain, Humixia.
They carried all supplies on their backs and had few belongings. Many were barefoot since the weather was very nice during Culexian summers. They were being led by the monks who lived near the Hidden City. There was plenty of food, from the orchards and vineyards in the Hidden city, and a great spring that would last forever. The people would be very safe.

25 Blackrod fighters descended from the clouds. The sea of Sumixian soldiers seemed unwavered by their arrival.

The fighters drew closer to the ground. They skimmed the surface of the Sumixian resistance, and unleashed a torrent of Footman rounds upon the Sumixians. In the trail of the bullets, heads had disappeared; whether they had been blown off or if they had ducked, the pilots never knew. They just continued firing.

The occasional bomb was dropped, just to try to intimidate the Sumixians. But their bombs were met by round after round of explosive bolts. Several jets were met by the bolts, and were not destroyed. Instead, they blew off their wings, or disfunctionalized the navigational equipment, making it impossible to fly. They were sent spiraling into the sea of Sumixians.

OOC: Is any1 still RPing?

OOC: I guess so

The Culexian soldiers saw the Comatican jets on their way and so they got into their anti air jeeps and tried shooting some down while driving back to the city Sotin.

OOC: Guess I'm going out. I'll be ready when the time comes tomorrow.

me too

Some of the survivors from the crashed jets crawled from the wreckage. Most of them focused on scavenging supplies from the wreck, but some looked up into the trees and into the dark forest around them. A single silent bolt flew from the trees, and hit a lone man in the back of the head. One of the soldiers came around, and saw the fallen body, and looked back around. Several of them had also died quick, silent deaths. He was about to yell for help when a bolt shot from the forest and through his throat.

0500 am Hidden City, Culex

The Prime Minister had gone with the people of Theiran to the Hidden City.
When he got there he was told where to stay, Imperial Fortress, and what to do. He recieved word that the forces in Sumixia were in one of the Sumixian capitols.

Sumixia
General Hauer had retreated deeper into the forest. He was alerted that the hummers were getting closer.
"Get ready to blow the bombs. When I say 3. 1-2-3. GOGOGOGO!!!" said the General.
BOOOM!!!!!
There went 5 Hummers blown over.
"How many left?"he asked.
"I am not sure sir!" said the appointed soldier.

Some of the survivors from the crashed jets crawled from the wreckage. Most of them focused on scavenging supplies from the wreck, but some looked up into the trees and into the dark forest around them. A single silent bolt flew from the trees, and hit a lone man in the back of the head. One of the soldiers came around, and saw the fallen body, and looked back around. Several of them had also died quick, silent deaths. He was about to yell for help when a bolt shot from the forest and through his throat.

OOC: Hmmm...

That is godmoding. You cannot say what has happened to other people's troops. You cannot say this:

A single silent bolt flew from the trees, and hit a lone man in the back of the head. One of the soldiers came around, and saw the fallen body, and looked back around. Several of them had also died quick, silent deaths.

You can't say that they died. Only I can determine that.

I said that the jets went spiraling into the crowd of Sumixians. But I didn't say that your troops died.

The godmoding sticky states this clearly.

1200 am Theira, Culex
The Theiran Wall Guard was shivering from the mountain brisk.
The spotlights were shining in all directions.
The men had seen the new bunker and were preparing to send out a naval attack from Gordana, the port city seen in beginning.
It was one of their newest subs; shooting from underwater a missile that could immobilize a large unit.
Unluckily it could not destroy the bunker only anti-air or cannons

Hello?

I'm here.

IC: The mass of 5,000 troops moved towards the city under cover of darkness. With them were 650 Comatic Field Tanks, and 45 flatbed truck howizters. On the river, the missle ships were waiting outside the wall, cruise missles ready.

The troops came to a ridge in the landscape. From there, they could see the city of Thiera, with still a few fires gleaming in the thick blackness.

The 15 command vehicles went on first. Then the tanks. The soldirers came after them, a few companies at a time. The 150 military ambulances brought up the back, along with the howitzers.

The missle ships fired. 20 cruise missles rocketed over the wall, and into the city. They attacked random targets, ranging from skyscrapers to small houses. The city was then shrouded with fire.

OOC: You can take out a few tanks and howitzers if you want. You can take out as many missle ships as you want, too.

Bump

The Marabal soliders returned to their humvees and set off towards North Sotin. They didn't need to worry about an attack, they had just received a satillite report the nearest enemy troops were at the city.

The Mortars and Artillary men were being flown to the city. They were hoping to be able to break through whatever was surronding the city. From there, all they had to do was drive everyone out.

The Humvees had an hour and a half to go before they assulted North Sotine. Hopfully everything would go as easily as it seemed.

Lucius stared vaguely at the monitor. The statistics showed that 68 Comatics were dead, over 100 were injured. Lucius had an uneasy feeling that more would die.

Lucius had an uneasy feeling that more would die.


OOC:Well, let's consider this, this is a war, these men are constently being shot at. There are bomber planes flying through the air and the enemies dislike you. Hmmmmmmmmmm..... Seem's likely.

just kidding around :D

OOC:Well, let's consider this, this is a war, these men are constently being shot at. There are bomber planes flying through the air and the enemies dislike you. Hmmmmmmmmmm..... Seem's likely.

just kidding around :D

*Looks uncomfortably around*

uh...yea...um..haha...gulp... :(

The Humvees rolled along the ashy path. Captain Atticus Redgull sat in the back, bouncing around in his seat. His radio began to vibrate and he picked it up. He listened carefully as the general spoke to him.

He nodded and responded before setting the radio back down and hooked it to his belt. General Silenus and himself both had similar Military strategies. The both prefered a mental assult than a physical one.

Atticus laughed slightly as he rembered two years ago, when they caught a tratior in one of their camps in the desert. Instead of reporting him to the goverment and having him put to death like he should have, he tied him to a pole and placed a cooked chicken and glass of water infront of the man.

The man soon went crazed with hunger and clawed his eyes out straving to death. Maybe this idea would work as good as the starving trick had.

Atticus hoped it would.

The spotlights hovered over the troops. Five thousand men are hard to conceal, along with ammunition and artillery.

The faint sound of the guards could be heard talking on the wall. The spotlights moved more idly as the night wore on.

Suddenly, the guards began to stir. They yelled to each other and pointed out over the wall. The troops had been spotted.

More guards ran up to mounted machine guns on the edges of the wall. But the troops stood still. Time seemed to do likewise. Finally, a voice rang out over the field. The frontlines could not make out what he had said, for the soldiers behind them had begun to fire.

The bullets smashed against the concrete on the wall, blowing bits and pieces of it off. A smoke filled the air, and most troops did not know were they were shooting. The tanks shot rocket after rocket at the wall, attempting to bring it down. The mounted machine guns on the wall blasted through the front lines as the guards pelted the ground troops with grenades and RPGs.

The front lines pulled back. The 3rd attack company ran off to the side and swept along the wall, hoping to find a gate or entrance.

Lucius sat in his den, reviewing the declaration of war. His secretary stepped in. "You called for me, sir?" she said meekly.

"Yes," Lucius said, removing his reading glasses. "I want to talk to the Marabalian president. We have some issues to discuss."

"Right away, sir." She left the den, and Lucius put his glasses back on, now turning his attention to the 210 death certificates that had mounted over the past week.

OOC: Hmmm...

That is godmoding. You cannot say what has happened to other people's troops. You cannot say this:

You can't say that they died. Only I can determine that.

I said that the jets went spiraling into the crowd of Sumixians. But I didn't say that your troops died.

The godmoding sticky states this clearly.

It was fighter bomber, right? Not a transport. If I had killed a bunch of troops from a transport plane, that would be true. As it stands, a bomber plane would probably have pilots, not soldiers. If a bomber plane is down, the men inside are useless, unless they can fly around and drop bombs without an aircraft. If you really need three downed pilots, I'll change my post.

Also, in regards to North Sotin, I'd rather have it bombed before you make it a base. It would also make sense, because my adult population owns crossbows and would fight back. More than half my air force is also defending it, but the helicopters aren't that effective.

It was fighter bomber, right? Not a transport. If I had killed a bunch of troops from a transport plane, that would be true. As it stands, a bomber plane would probably have pilots, not soldiers. If a bomber plane is down, the men inside are useless, unless they can fly around and drop bombs without an aircraft. If you really need three downed pilots, I'll change my post.

Also, in regards to North Sotin, I'd rather have it bombed before you make it a base. It would also make sense, because my adult population owns crossbows and would fight back. More than half my air force is also defending it, but the helicopters aren't that effective.

Well, never mind about the pilots.

Are you talking to me about the base? Because I hadn't planned on bombing it or making it a base.

No, I was talking to Marabal.

Oh, ok.

The guards had seen the soldiers and were firing the machine guns like crazy.
The Army General Seamus Roylg Was alerted at once.
He sent forth 20 tanks and more soldiers to blast the enemies in case they got through the wall.
He also got the tunnels ready in case they had to run for it.
Adm. Jacob Korlt was also alerted and sent out shibs through the river gate.
There is no way that they're comin' in this city he thought

The majority of the company never came back. More men were falling by the second. Fieldmarshall Lucreteus Habenus was desperate. They had better do something or retreat.

Lucreteus called in the demolition squad. Captain Gregorius was first to reply, his face caked in mud.

"Yes, fieldmarshall?" He said breathlessly.

The entire squad of 12 had come by then. "I want to to blow a hole in that wall. Do whatever it takes. Just bring it down. We'll hold off the guards."

"Yes sir," Captain Gregorius said with a brief salute.

The Guards could tell that the enemy soldiers were tiring out, but so were they. Hey dont think that its sooo easy stayin up for 6 hrs keeping a machine gun firing!
Well, anyway, the guards were gettin tired and so they called for reinforcements.
Gen. Roylg sent in the tough guys next, the great lion tanks, newest on the market.
The mortars were also sent to fire over the wall and possibly hit some Howitzers or Tanks.
The navy was also gettin ready in case the walls were breached.

The first light of day crept over the horizon, and over some 1,500 bodies. Ammunition was running low. Little hope remained.

The howitzers pounded the wall and the city. The demolition squad had only managed to blast only a small delv in the wall. The soldiers did not know if they had made much of an impression on the numbers of the guards. This was a battle that would not amount to much. Lucreteus had no choice but to retreat.

3,300 soldiers turned their backs. They sprinted away over the hill, slipping in the dewy grass. The majority of them were soaked in blood, but not their own.

OOC: You know, you are both welcome to invade Marabal and me. This is a war, after all.

Lucius sat in his den, reviewing the declaration of war. His secretary stepped in. "You called for me, sir?" she said meekly.

"Yes," Lucius said, removing his reading glasses. "I want to talk to the Marabalian president. We have some issues to discuss."

"Right away, sir." She left the den, and Lucius put his glasses back on....

*Emphasized*

...And BUMP!!

As of right now, I am pulling my forces out of Culex. We have agreed to end this conflict, and begin a new age of diplomacy, for the sake of the Alliance of Christian Nations. We have exchanged embassies, and further diplomatic relations will hopefully ensue.

--Emperor Lucius

OOC: Thanks for nothing.....

OOC: Thanks for nothing.....

OOC: Try refering to your "Call for Allies" thread. I left a message for you.

I already did.

Are we going to fight anymore?

I guess we moved to another thread
Or did we end the war
My country is now pacifist

A giant dome appeared on the dimmly lit horizion as the fleet of humvees shot across the ash and burnt brush. They had less then half an hour before they arrived at North Sotine. Bombers followed the humvees close behind, escorted by several Red Hawks unless the enemy tried to slow them down. As this point, It seemed near impossible to stop the attack.

The bombers rushed towards North Sotine. Most of the soldiers had been ordered away, and most of those that remained fired ineffective shots into the air. The planes came closer and closer to the undefended dome.

They flew over the city, panes of some clear material glittering in the sunlight, and they dropped their cargo.

The bombs made short work of the shining dome, and the city below. Families were completely incinerated, and most of the buildings were unsuitable for bomb shelters and were completely demolished. A hospital was blown to pieces. A nursery was destroyed, and the entire residential and agricultural section was burnt. In the heavier residential section, the bombing created a violent firestorm that spread through the rest of the city.

Out of almost 8 million, less than ten thousand survived. The few surviving citizens willing to fight steeled themselves for the attack.