NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: if you play MTG you know who the phyrexians are, you also realise that they pose a threat to the entire world, not just Mini Miehm. I'll control the invasion forces but allies may post effects of their attacks on phyrexian units, I'm just deciding where they go, not what happens to them.

IC: The first portal ship was a blinding scar in the sky above Mini Miehm, the ships that came through the portal were not nearly as bright, led by the flagship Predator the phyrexians were sending cruisers, transports, and even plague ships against a veritable dwarf among nations. As the final ship crossed through the portal another portal opened, this time near the mountainous interior, once again disgorging a large force of cruisers and transports, the tribes in the hills were doomed.

The first ships sent against the invasion force were helionauts, fast attack craft, but the dagger boats and dragon engines kept them too occupied to kill any of the larger ships, and while the phyrexians had lost hundreds of daggferboats and dragon engines, the Miehm forces were all but destroyed. A call was sent out to all the nations of the world, to send aid and form a coalition against these monstrous invaders, ony time would tell if help arrived in time.

The long elven ears of the Emperor of Trolsk twiced slightly as he heard the news of his recent ally's near destruction at the hands of Phyrexian forces. Picking up the red phone to his Chief Militant, the Lord General Militant Johnson, he sighed lightly as the autodial kicked in. "My friend, Johnson. You know what to do.." he said, before muttering the word 'ilithiiri' down the phone line.

#Order code confirmed, we'll begin by deploying a starting force of Skywing Aven militia to scope out enemy forces.. Long live Trolsk..#

"Long live the World.." he replied, sighing lightly as a small tear came to his eye.

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Air Chieftain Kashala flapped his wings, the sky behind him shimmering through the glittering feathers of his wings. He leg out a pierching hawk like shriek to his followers, tightly gripping the spear within his hands.

"Emperor calls for us to find out what happen across far lands. We fly eastwards, and aid Mini Miehm.." he called out, his voice a cackling imitation of human voice, due to his beak.

The phyrexians had landed and were advancing towards the homwes of the hill tribes, the Balduvians, the Kor and the Vec, the Dal had decided to flee rather than face the coming storm, but the Balduvian horde would stand firm under their ruler, Lord Varchild, and his second in command, Marton Stromgald, under the command of such able men they could not fail. The phyrexians began their attack in a most unconventional manner, specifically by falling into a large number of pit traps laid out in the preceding days in order to defeat the charges of the scuta, the shieldfolk, and the bloodstocks, the phyrexians bloodhounds, the pit traps had worked, but now the phyrexian troopers were past the line of pits and the real fighting began, the cannon fired as their enemies closed the gap and the mana bombards began to belch fiery plasma upon their foes, the first villages would fall, but in the end Balduvia would triumph.

The Kor and the Vec had decided to take an even stranger approach, under the direction of Eladamri of Skyshroud and his elven people they had constructed a mighty machine of war, taken from the enemies own designs, this juggernaut would be their first line of defense against the enemies assault, although the juggernaut was hardly a defensive creature it would crush the phyrexians like dust until it could no longer move, then even in destruction it would resist them, its corpse blocking the path for those that followed.

The people of the plains, the Daru and the Cho-arrim were in much more dire straits, the phyrexians had landed there and immediately assaulted them, leaving no time for a unified strike by the forces of Lin Sivvi and the head of the citadel. The Daru were on their own, but the Cho were doing fine against a native enemy, having fought the phyrexians puppets, the mercadians, for decades before finally ecsaping the twisted realm of Mercadia, they knew how to destroy the enemy forces. The first wall of resistance was non-existent, they had fallen back before the onrushing horde in an effort to buy time to gather their strwength and make a stand. When they finally met the phyrexians in combat it was on their own terms, entrenched with pikemen on the line and swords and axes to the rear, the phyrexians would not pass. The first wave hit the pikes and was shattered like a breaking tide upon the rocks, the second wave was broken again but they were taking losses, the third wave shattered the pikewall and got in among the forces arrayed against them, the members of the second line were all from an elite order, The Defiant Vanguard, they were in the second line because their powerstone axes and swords were not suited to fighting before the pikemen, after the pikes had broken the vanguard did their duty, all three hundred were slain, but they took with them more than three times their number, the third wall had ecaped the threat posed by the phyrexians until now, but the phyrexians had not escaped the threat they posed. The third line was made up of battle mages, learned in the arts of war and magic, the battle mages drew upon their greates spells to heal their allies and return those who had died to life, but the greatest threat they posed was not in their spells or force of arms, it was in the tuning fork that each of them carried, a strike upon the tuning fork was heard as clear as day to any serran on the planet, no matter their distance, when they all chimed together the serrans came as though summoned by the lady herself, as their choirs formed to assault the phyrexians they began a great song, every voice in pitch with every other, and the phyrexians knew despair for a time.

The skies above the battlefield on the plains slowly turned dark, hundreds of thousdands of Avens filling the air with their wings. Each held staff, spear, or even sword and shield, but without armour so that they could fly. Landing downwards upon the Phyrexian, the Aven Militia, in its entirety, fell upon those attacking the stranded Daru peoples, making hit and run strikes in the thousands.

Grand Chieftain Kazak-Karak hissed, his beak glinting with blood as he unleashed an attack upon enslaved human militia, a curved axe within his hands as he struck left and right. The entirety of the war-tribes of the Trolskian Mountains had been called to war, with the Great Steel Beasts of the Western sea apparently on their way, carrying the Immortals and their firebreathing metal weapons within.

The sky seemed to almost be storm like as the bird soldiers continued to fight on, their orders to stay and help the Daru escape before fleeing back to report to the Trolskian Military. Fully 50 Capital Flagships, 200 battleships and thousands of lighter cruisers comprised attack force Alpha, the reserve forces mobilised alos within its numbers. The Trolskian Military, numbering in the millions, was on its way to help its ally.

The daru and their allies in The Order were hard pressed, the phyrexians had come to quickly for them to react, the tribesmen were giving it their all, but they could not hold, as first one group fled, and then another the battle seemed to pause, the sky darkened and a great scream was heard from the heavens, The Aven had come to their aid!!! The phyrexians were paused for a moment and it was a moment too long, the aven fell upon them, dealing damage like beasts, or men posessed, not the usually peaceful dwellers of the crags that they were. The daru tribesmen who remained were heartened by the appearance of their allies, they counterattacked, first one at a time, then in the hundreds, then the thousands, the peoples of dominaria would not fall alone, the coalition would stand and Yawgmoth was lost, with the infestation in the daru plains under assault by two forces at once their sucess was almost garaunteed, on the plains was where the war would be fought and won, in the mountains there was only death and despair...

Balduvia and Vec territories, western mountains of Mini Miehm

The horde was shattered, Marton Stromgald had fallen in battle at the heath of their lord, their lord fell soon after, brought low not by the weapons of phyrexia, but by a weapon of the people, one of the mana bombards had exploded, the fragments crushing the spine of balduvias greatest cheiftan, Varchild, his war-riders were scattered to the four winds and the territories of the Vec were free for the taking. The juggernaut was destroyed, crushed by a gargantua, it had destroyed thousands of phyrexians, but they could afford to take ten times that loss and still overrun the Vec and the Kor, for the tribes of the mountains numbered only in the low thousands, whereas the phyrexians numbered in the hundreds of thousands. The men who had defended the Kor and the Vec against Volrath and his flowstone abominations were old or dead by now, the young men were artificers or mages, not warriors, a few of the en-Kor remained, but they were a very few, not more than three hundred all told, and while they could summon their ancestral spirits to protect them it was a heavy burden to bear.

The Aven forces fled back for a moment, the High Cheftains hearing word from the Great Steel Beasts. They would be launching their flying swords. Picking up the Daru that remained, the carried them to higher ground, watching as stars flew up from the sea, flying towards the Phyrexian forces.

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"This is Trolskian high command, prepare to launch the Katanas.. Activation code, Delta, One, Gamma, Alpha, Five, Charlie, One."

A small slip of paper printed out of the console, the symbols D1GA5C1 written upon its surface.

"Activation codes confirmed, preparing to launch the Katana cruise missles.."

The OC-46 class Flagship, 'Vengeance', hissed as the missle ports opened, the katana missles bellowed steam and smoke. After a few minutes, the missles were launched, several other flagships doing likewise. The volly was impressive, fully 200 cruise missles, all directed at the Phyrexian ships, but only time would tell if it was enough.

(I would like to remind people this is an OPEN thread, so come on and join in.)

(I would like to remind people this is an OPEN thread, so come on and join in.)

OOC: what he said, this story arc doesn't really work without a coalition.