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From the accursed diary of Ashili Evergone...

Betrayal. Such a terrible word; a dark imaginary string of sound that haunts the ends of minds, carefully inching towards your soul. I felt the call of betrayal once, and I banished its power away. Now it has a new shell.

It is not a secret that Arborgard and Serrin have more than mutual feelings for each other, that they only see at their works, that they are only friends in a biblical term. I know the love between them, and I am grateful for Serrin; she is a kind, stalwart thing, and she will be casely loved by a great person, smart and truthful. Honest. I was overjoyed to hear the publicity of their love, as he sang out across mountains, for the echoes to reach the ears of all. There I go again, with my thoughts and dreams. I had too much to think about, as my husband lay across the sea. But at home there are more things to watch.

Mornings ago Nahk approached the council and decreed me of treason. I would have banished this threat, had not the Lords accepted his proposal of the trial of reduction. I could not go against their will, or I would have been executed for sure of treason. All my pride was stripped before me, in front of my many captains and legions, all aware of their Matriarch leader, asundered in dark dungeons and bleak troubles, wrapped in thin clothing like a slave, and with many torn thoughts about. I could handle a loss of thought and honor, but not embarassment.

Luckily, I was relieved of my pain, when Serrin vouched for my release. With her overwhelming score, she was able to aid my recovery from doom, and I thanked her for that. I could never have repaid her, save fro bring the head of Nahk before her knees. But I may never get the chance now.

As I stood from my release a top the tower of Zarazego, I saw a wisp of smoke rise plainly above the horizon. Normally clouds were like this in Jenrak, the fumes emanating from the giant furnaces in Arborgard's castles could envelop the skies themselves. But this...this smoke was different. It had an aura of danger as it approached my location.

Behind the veil, I saw, was the legions of Nahk Territurari, shouting out highly in their war favoured voices; "Nahras! Nahras!" meaning in Jenrakian treason. I have not done any treason, none as of date. But his reasons behind his motives were clear soon enough.

"You married a foriegner." He explained from below, as I yelled out towards him. "You were the only one capable of marrying the king, according to our traditions, and you sold your soul and life to a foriegner." He rang out. I had not done such an act. I married someone I loved, not out of spite. I could not understand the thoughts that were ebbing through his metal headed mind. There was not enough to comprehend, and I surely would have died. But fate wanted me to do something else.

As my death clawed up the castle walls, and the silent flickering of the terror slowly inching towards me, a surprise assault on the forces by the brave Saerus kept them at bay, long enough for my retreat. Now not only did Nahk fail to execute me for my 'treasonous' acts, but also he was faced with military actions within Jenrak. However, once again, his slithering tongue escaped the grasp of justice. He declared me of undeemable, incapable of facing death, and therefore weak. With Serrin's help, I persuaded the Council of Lords to gain neutral stance within the argument. But Nahk was not happy with the result. Things happened against us once more.

Arborgard, the leader of the Chemical Lords, and the ruler of the Sadramin caste, sided with Nahk, blindly clinging to his trust for his old friend. He was in full support of my execution, and behind him, at his heels, lie the vast army of the Sadistic. Now, not only did Nahk gain massive bulk and power to his strength, but also Arborgard's political strength overturned the neutral stance of the Council, and set them against us. Saerus, Serrin and I were their enemy, and although Arborgard was their king, the people's will and valor would follow Saerus blindly, while the justice caste listened to Serrin. I controlled the navy, but this was not an invasion; it was to be a correction of a wrongful judgement.

I ask any who can do so, to aid in our defense against the marauding serpent tongues of Nahk. He has gained too much victory already, and many more I cannot afford. Our forces are decimated, while his are replenishing with every kill.

So ends the excerpt of Ashili Evergone, Matriarch of Jenrak...

OOC: Any allies please pick a side (Ashili/Nahk) and aid if you can, and enemies of Jenrak could pick a side (Ashili/Nahk) and fight against the other, depending on what your perceptions are. Nahk is declaring Ashili of treason, since she married Edward Darkholme of Transylvania, while Ashili is saying that tradition and honor for the country does not matter in a world like this no longer.

Saerus stood up against the wall, pinned down tenaciously by a Sadistic cultist. He had suffered onwards of blows, but many he could not block. "You can't reach her." Saerus spoked out loudly, swinging the blade down heavily upon the ground, where it stuck into the grinding mud.

"Give the Matriarch up." The cultist ordered. "You are a fool, and a mere rookie of skill."

"I..." He swung up, and the blade chiseled the cultist's thick armor, "am...a...Patriarch!" He blew his strength down, and the shattered blade from the sword echoed against when he belt his blade upon the armor. It swung the hilt around, and the armor pulverized into the ground, but not before slacking the sword's hilt apart. As he laughed, blood poured out of his mouth when he spoke more words.

"Foolish Patriarch." He muttered under his breath. "You cannot break my armor. It is magnetically fielded against the steel you use. I was trained personally by Nahk to rid you. I have suceeded." He laughed more, and blood sprayed out onto Saerus' muddied robes.

"What do you mean, 'suceeded'?" He asked. "Your armies are pushed back, you yourself are dead, and many more people will die at your hands. How is your death a success?" His eyes contracted slowly; something was not right, as he sensed no lie within the dying cultist commander.

His preconceptions were answered, when at the last dying breath and the final gush of pain and blood spun out of his shattered body, did the whirring of many helicopters shine above the clouds that masked them. Rotors could be heard, and evil languages yelled out in dark tones as they communicated to each other. They flew around, attracting the firepower of many soldiers, but the bullets bounced harmlessly off the steel curaisses of the armored choppers.

Just then, at the opening of the clouds and the break of sun, yelled out loudly the clear monstrous voice of Nahk atop the hillsides. "Nahras!" He yelled, the soldiers repeating the word around the battlefield. The shattered city of Anmlas just captured by weak and tired Valor forces. Their victory had been for naught, and their loss would be too great for Saerus to comprehend. He has worked so hard to gain the upper hand, but now his failure will cost Ashili, Serrin and his lives, most likely.

"Retreat all infantry forces!" Saerus yelled loudly, but it was too late. Drumfulls of poisonous gasses fell from the helicopters, and the plaguish substance sweeped across the city, devouring the corpselike bodies of the fallen soldiers, both Saerus' and the enemy's, before they could escape. Gunfire was heard when the forces of Saerus tried to take the drumrolls apart, only releasing more gasses.

He had barely escaped with a handful of troops, when the infantry of Nahk and Nahk himself, entered the city in giant lumbering suits, firing at any survivor strong enough to withstand the succumbing coma of the poison. Any survivors would be shipped to Arborgard, where they would be working as soldiers against their former friends.

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OOC:Do you have any medium sized port towns that are unclaimed by both sides? When I say medium sized I mean capable of supporting up to 4 large cargo container ships. Also, do both sides have tons of cash on hand?

OOC: Well, the Matriarchal Army is pinnned down by the coastline, and they are constantly marauded by enemy forces, but they do have the control of all major port cities. The largest Matriarch controlled port is Ouridna, just a bit north of the last post.

However, on a money term, Nahk controls the cash flow. So, depending on what your priorities are, depends on what side you'll be joining.

OOC: I will make an IC post when I get to my house. (At school, right now.) The whole royal family will be on Princess Ashili's side. Plus, she will have the whole Transylvanian Army and Air Force on her side. You want me to bombs some castles?

In the house, his father gave him and Ashili on the day of the wedding, Edward sat in his den. He sat on the solid gold throne that J.L. gave him with a bottle of Transylvanian Blood Whiskey in his left hand. He was waiting for his wife to call him or get a letter from her, like she had done before. He planed everything to have come to the Dominion in the next week but he has got no word from her in weeks.

Then he called his father, the God-Emperor of the Dominion, Count JWolf to see if he heard from her or any other government members.

“Father, got any thing.” said Edward.

“Nope but I have got everybody on it.” said Count JWolf. “I will have something in maybe two or four hours. I have got reports of a civil war happening there right now.”

“I will call you in two hours then.” said Edward.

Top Secret Message from Tech-Com Corporation to Nahk
"We have noticed the civil war in your country. We offer you the MDM-4 Surface-Air Missile. It is capable of effectively targeting all types of aircraft, Cruise Missiles, and Short Range Ballistic Missiles(like the SCUD) at all levels of height. A battery of them comes with Laser-Guided, IR Guided, and Radar-Guided Missiles, the first two are for targetting low-mid flying viechles, the latter targets mid-high flying veichles. A battery also comes with a specialised high powered radar array capable of detecting and targetting most Low Signature(read:Stealth) aircraft. A battery usually consists of 6 of these fine weapons. The MDM-4 is even capable of targetting large bombs(such as a FAE or MOAB), though only the laser guided missiles are capable of doing this. The MDM-4 is a stationary weapon that must be disassembled to move and assembled to fire. The launcher holds 6 missiles(radar-guided) or 12 missiles(IR and Laser-Guided). A single radar array can guide a battery of MDM-4s. The total cost for a Launcher WITH missiles costs about 21 million USD per launcher. The radar array costs 10 million USD.

We also offer the M-1 Tunguska RT. This is a modified Tunguska Mobile Anti-Aircraft Gun/Missile System. Instead of firing 8 SA-19 Missiles, it fires 8 QMSAM(Quick Manueverable Surface-Air Missiles)-10 and -20 missiles. These missiles move at Mach 5 and are either Laser(-10 version) or IR (-20 version) guided. Both versions have a 93% success rate against low-flying aircraft and cruise missiles. This will cost 12 million USD per launcher WITH the missiles.

Finally we offer you the LRASM(Long Range Anti-Surface Missile)-10. This is NOT a cruise missile but instead a long range missile effective against ships, bunkers, and structures(effectiveness against target type depends on warhead). There are two versions, a air launched one and a surface launched one, the former haveing a slightly shorter range of 110 miles instead of 115 miles. There are 3 warheads, deep penetration, anti-structure, and anti-ship. The missile moves above mach-1 and is a surface skimmer making it difficult to hit with CIWS. It costs 3 million per missile. We await your response."

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OOC: I will make an IC post when I get to my house. (At school, right now.) The whole royal family will be on Princess Ashili's side. Plus, she will have the whole Transylvanian Army and Air Force on her side. You want me to bombs some castles?

OOC: Sure, go ahead.

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The City of Ouridna, Matriarchal defense battalion...

"Mistress," A warning soldier gestured Ashili. "We have a problem." The soldier spoke carefully, when he showed the walking matriarch to the flickering screen, and they were watching the onslaught, as barrell fulls of gaseous liquid flooded like a green tide into the water. Soldiers began to rot, and their eyes peeled outwards when they screamed in horror. She gasped after the video abruptly ended.

"What was that?" Ashili asked, her long robes thickset with mud that entrenched the garrison of Ouridna.

"That was the feed from the tactician group that Lord Saerus brought along. They are retreating."

"I see that, dear captain."

"Shall we push forwards?"

"No. A small sacrifice of pain, for the better survival of our own."

"Pardon?"

"We have to get them to retreat."

"They already have."

"Good, captain." Ashili talked back loudly, as the whirring of helicopters sounded from afar, and the large vestiges of warriors could not hold back the furious onslaughts of units. She was running out of military strength, and all the forces left from Serrin and Saerus could not compete with the entire Sadist army. She was trapped, and the only thing she could was flee, but leave her beloved Jenrak would break her heart. She had to show them how dangerous Nahk was.

As they watched the horrors of their armies become decimated by the hundreds per battle, she decided to make another regiment of long lancing fighters, used by Saerus first in the rebellion of Argas, effective at taking out the tall powerful lumbering siege weapons of Nahk.

Hopefully, her idea would work. She could only wonder what others thought...

The Castle of Memnorich, the Fortress of Nahk Territurari...

"Sir," A short and tired runner tripped up the steps of the tall castle, his shirt out of fancy and his uniform out of order. "A message from Tech-Com, sir."

"Hmm." Nahk rasped, the clicking of his motor organs heavy with phase. After his eyes peered over the message sent before him, and the offer, he chuckled a soft chuckle. "Indeed?"

"Another corporation wishes to profit off this heresy. I would be very much to see the tenacity of their weapons. Can they do what our chemical weaponry can do? I doubt so, but for ballistics, we can do with more."

"So shall you be purchasing?" The runner asked.

"I shall, with many things I can do." Nahk smiled again. He took out a long sword, a giant blade slashed on a golden hilt, and razed the ground fervently with it, as many runners appeared behind stone statues, as if they heard every word and syllable Nahk spoke.

"Bring out the money, and write what is needed." He ordered his slaves, as they took out long velvet cheques and began to scribble dabbled words upon it.

Tech-Com Corporation, I am Red Patriarch Nahk Territurari, commander of the Fanaticism Army in Jenrak. I have heard your incentive proposition, and from what you have claimed, then I shall respond with so.

I have not much need for defense against the air, but much eradication against armored troops I still need. I shall offer you $ 540 million dollars, for 180 missiles. I am sending you the money as I speak, and if you accept my purchase, send me the missiles right away. If you deny it, then I would like my money back.

Two hours later, Edward called his father again. Unknown to him is what the Count has found out.

“Father,” said Edward before he could ask anything else.

“Ashili has been charged with treason because she married a foreigner. She was imprisoned but a group got her out.” said the Count “Now, she is on the run. Remember that man named Nahk at your wedding.”

“Yes, father. Ashili’s teacher, I think.” said Edward.

“He is the one who said to charge her with treason.” said the Count “Ashili is like a daughter to me and nobody mess with my daughters.”

“What are we going to do?” asked Edward.

“I got bombers on the way as we speak.” said the Count. “They will pay for this.”

“Have your people found where she is?” asked Edward.

“No but my people are on it.” said the Count. “I will call you when we get in touch with her.”

“Thanks and bye.” said Edward, when he hung up the phone and took drink from the whiskey.

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Over 200 bombers were on the way to Jenrak. 100 B-69 SkyMaster Bombers loaded with 140 MK82s each and 100 B-9 Vexore Bombers loaded with 70 MK79 1000lb Napalm each were on the way. Each of them had their target, the enemy’s castles. That means Nahk Territurari’s and his commander’s castles. If needed another group of bombers would attack the king’s castle.

The bombers were at 55,000 feet and will be in Jenrak’s airspace in 8 hours. As they enter the airspace. They will active their Counter Measures.

Ouridna, Present Day...

"Please, work..." Ashili tapped into the communications, but they were constantly scrambled by bliffering sounds and heavy static. Something was approaching, but soon the jargoning issues cleared and she found solace quiet in the communications. It was ready.

"Edward..." She scrambled hurriedly, into the communicator. "Edward...honey, this is me, Ashili. I am pinned down by Ouridna, and I need some help. Can you send over reinforcements? We are being hit very, very hard."

A great smouldering boulder lashed up into the sky, and it crushed the tent tenaciously. She escaped in time, but there was danger beyond the trenches. She commanded the lancers, the idle warriors that stood there, to mount up and begin their attack. But another blast knocked out their bikes.

Jinfagronn, castle of Arborgard, the heart of Haasdra.

"Interesting...enemy planes are closing in." Arborgard stood from his great tower, and with his keen eyes saw it. Legions of bombers moved towards him, approaching from the Golden Sea.

They were great in number, but still they could not break the defenses, for lies between is Jeviz'Kraa, and to break the inner sanctums of Haasdra is unthinkable. They would meet a quick but pacely death here.

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Ouridna, Present Day...

"Please, work..." Ashili tapped into the communications, but they were constantly scrambled by bliffering sounds and heavy static. Something was approaching, but soon the jargoning issues cleared and she found solace quiet in the communications. It was ready.

"Edward..." She scrambled hurriedly, into the communicator. "Edward...honey, this is me, Ashili. I am pinned down by Ouridna, and I need some help. Can you send over reinforcements? We are being hit very, very hard."

"Son of bitch." yelled one of Edward's radio operators. "Edward, Ashili on the horn."

Edward turned and took off into the radio room and listened to Ashili's message. "Ashili, can you hear me?"

Looking at his men, he ordered "Give my father this message, too."

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Meanwhile the bombers were getting closer to airspace. In an hour they would be there, the lead bomber got on the radio.

"Bomber Gold to Bomber leaders, divide and head towards your targets. May God be with you today." said the leader.

"Roger that, Bomber Gold." said the five bomber leaders. The bombers divide into groups of 40 and started to head towards their target. 20 B-69 SkyMaster Bombers and 20 B-9 Vexore Bombers are in each group. Bomber Gold’s group was heading towards Nahk’s castle. The other four groups picked four castles that Nahk’s men used.

The hour has passed and the bomber groups have entered the airspace. Each pilot actives their Counter Measures, to stop any attack on them. In four minutes, they will be over land.

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In the Dominion…

Six B-9 Vexore Bombers were being load with 4 BLU-82Bs each and being fueled to head to Jenrak. Their target is unknown to the ground crews but the pilots knew what their target was. They would be entering the sky in an hour.

Missiles silos were being active through the whole nation at the same time.

Jinfagronn, Present Day...

Arborgard stood there, watching intently at the bombers, lurking above the clouds like crows, waiting to peck their prey dry of life. But as the bombers began, he saw their soon to be powerful predator, for every crow can be shot by a gun, or ravaged when they peak at ground. These aircraft are no different.

For if they are to reach Haasdra, then they must go through Jeviz'Kraa, and there awaits them the Sadists.

The sky above Jenrak……..

“Something is up. We are not invisible to their radars.” said Bomber Gold, Captain Cody Johnson. “Bomber Gold to Bomber leaders, change of plans guys.”

“Bomber One to Four drop your bombs on the castle coming up.” order Captain Cody Johnson.

Then a message from Count JWolf came in to head to Ouridna. “Change of plans again. This one is from the God-Emperor, himself. Bomber One follow me. Bomber Two to Four continue on.”

“Roger that, Bomber Gold.” said the five bomber leaders.

The Bombers divide into two groups. 80 bombers heading toward Ouridna (Bomber Gold’s unit and Bomber One’s unit) The bomber group divide into four units of 20 bombers. 10 B-69 SkyMaster Bombers and 10 B-9 Vexore Bombers are in each group. ETA to get above the city is 15 minutes.

The other 120 bombers heading toward Jeviz’Kraa. (Bomber Two’s unit and Bomber Three’s unit and Bomber Four’s unit.) That group divides in twelve small groups of 10 bombers. 5 B-69 SkyMaster Bombers and 5 B-9 Vexore Bombers in each group. They would start dropping as they got over them. ETA to get above the city is five minutes.

Jinfagronn, Hall of Torture...

"What should I do?" Arborgard asked himself, waiting for the promsicious voice to enter inside his head, and bring forth answers to his awaiting skull. For a careful moment a shaking feeling passed through his spine, and he had a cold sensation, a feeling that he always felt when he was guided by unseen spirits.

"You have failed my blood." Enkur's whispering and menacing voice fractured through his skull. "You are disgraceful to my line."

"Why have I been disgraceful?" asked Arborgard intently, feeling shocked at this information. "Have I not followed your guidance?"

"I told you to listen, not obey. See the weavings, not intervene." Enkur replied. "For if you intervene, you are split between two hearts. One, is a friend, while another, is your belief."

"What do you mean?" Arborgard asked again. This time he was worried of the pain that could ensue from this.

"Are you willing to sacrifice your friends? Your belongings? Your own past to create another? Risk it all? For that is not my teaching." Enkur spoke wisely once more. "I have taught you betrayal, strength and knowledge, and you cast it aside to gain favour of your lessers. I have not known this."

"What shall you command me to do?" Arborgard asked again, his thoughts peering and bent.

"Keep your loyalties for now. I shall deal with your heresy later, descendant." Enkur's whisper shook again, amongst the screams of the tortured souls he felt. Shaken Arborgard was, but still loyal to his master he had to be, if his idolistic ideals were to survive.

Ouridna, Aress Offensive...

"We're losing ground!" The lancer yelled, as he spun past a long siege turret and the fire blasted through, the blossoming flames like a flower opening the vicious innards to trap the flies. But there were no flies this time; only death and poison, for barrels of chemicals dropped down, engulfing the lancer's quick victories.

"Hold in there, troops." Ashili commanded, as she saw the oncoming Bombers from the radar. "We are getting reinforcements. We have to keep Ouridna intact." Another hailing blaze bashed into the side of bunker.

A few screams and fire more blossomed, and a panicked whirr filled the air. Only more devastating than the sound was the unbelievable news. A crying from the edge of the faint mind, and a shocking revelation followed.

"Patriarch Saerus has been surrounded by the enemy!" The soldier yelled frantically, a hail of gunned bullets and revving engines filling the already gargled transmission with static.

"Hold in there, soldiers." Ashili commanded. "Saerus will get out of it soon. How many forces?"

"He is fighting Nahk face to face." The soldier cried.

"Oh...dear god." She whispered. Nahk would defeat Saerus, with no effort at all, for he was trained far more greatly than Saerus, and had suffered more pain than any soldier in the army. From him came Ashili's skills with the blade, and even she still could not defeat Nahk. She had doubts.

As the 120 bombers got near to Jeviz’Kraa, the bomb bays were being opened up. Ten seconds and the bombs would be dropping on the city. Death and chaos would be created. Then it started, bombs fell for the planes. 60 B-69 SkyMaster Bombers dropped their pay load on the city, 8,400 MK82s were in the air. The 60 B-9 Vexore Bombers started dropping their pay load on the city, 4,200 MK79 1,000lb Napalm bombs. 4,200,000 pounds of Napalm was dropped on the city. Each bombing run were in difference parts of the city.

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“Ashili is on the left of the field, guys.” said Bomber Gold “Our targets are on the right side of the battlefield.” After they got in place, the bomb bays were opening and out dropped their gifts to Nahk’s forces. 5,600 MK82s were dropped from the 40 B-69 SkyMaster Bombers and 2,800 MK79 1,000lb Napalm bombs were dropped from the 40 B-9 Vexore Bombers. 2,800,000 pounds of Napalm was dropped on Nahk’s forces.

Bomber Gold’s co-pilot open radio with Ashili then Captain Johnson said “Princess Ashili, hope that helped you out.”

The bomber group turned around and started heading back to the Dominion.

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Meanwhile back in the Dominion……

Six B-9 Vexore Bombers loaded with 4 BLU-82Bs each were in the sky. Their target is one nobody would attack. Ciranaar's Castle was their target. It is unknown why the God-Emperor ordered this bombing run but it would do something. ETA is 8 hours.

OOC: You do know that Ciranaar's Castle is a massive mountain in the far ends of the Wastelands, right? It's almost impossible to reach, due to massive acidic geysers in the area. It's a deathtrap...don't know why you'd send forces there, but alright...

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A giant heavy battleship appeared on the Viraigius River, a massive core of command ships, all guarding the vessel of Nahk while it reached into the haunted city of Murun, a massive fortress built upon bones and bones of shattered souls. Many times ago this place was the stronghold of Enkur's fortresses, and the massive power that was in their construction made it the perfect home for Nahk's Command Vessel. All of Jenrak's greatest fortresses were linked together, and at the heart of the river laid the island of shadow, and in the center of the island, was the giant castle of Jinfagronn. No one has ever reached that far, for too many things lay between. Too many defenses. But Arborgard was not there...many parts of a riddle missing.

As the waves felt the crushing power of the vessel, and the ship was docked and refueled for another onslaught, Nahk stood in front of the bound Patriarch, his wrists red from the metal wires scraped against his bones, and his eyes and nose a peaking blood shallow, for all the torture he endured on the journey to Murun. Nahk turned around, and his mechanical body shifted in a disgusting manner, and his arms were outstretched, his claws looking as it gripped some invisible.

"I have risked much for your capture...Patriarch." Nahk confirmed, his eyes carefully dilating to show his menace. "Much."

"What do you mean, old friend?" Saerus asked, bound still and in writhing, but for the sakes of his honor, he ignored it bravely. "You lie much."

"I was visited by a spirit." Nahk spoke. "In my dreams."

"You are a machine, Territurari. You have no dream." Saerus gaggled again, enforcing the bounds to loosen, without any success. "Why should you lie so easily as this?"

"Because this is no lie. The Lord of Judgement has returned from beyond the grave, to help me in my judgements of others." Nahk spoke again.

"What do you mean?!?"

"Ciranaar Arkszen, the black mage of Thangrus and Anmoch has come back to reclaim his title, to show his potency even beyond death. And he has chosen me, to lead his power into Jenrak. To make it stronger."

"Arborgard is the king, Nahk. He is guided by Nuir Enkur, his anscestor."

"And is Enkur not defeated, cast aside? Slain by Ciranaar himself? Obviously Enkur cannot uphold his former strength."

"And you believe Ciranaar has come back to rectify the error?"

"I see you are feeling doubt, old friend, but whether you choose to obey me or not, you shall be aiding me in my servtitude of our great Ciranaar."

"What makes you think I will?" Saerus retorted instantly.

Nahk walked over to the command deck, and pulled out a long needle with a stone vial, and a glass slit showed a thick blue bubbling liquid, as if it was still hot and burning. He sloshed it around, and it rattled loudly. "This Ciranaar's blood. Not exactly, for that is almost impossible; Ciranaar ceased to physically exist many thousand years ago. But...is in recognition of his cunning."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember how Ciranaar used his cunning to destroy his enemies? To gain control magnificently? This..." he sloshed again, before plunging the needle deep into Saerus' neck, "achieves the same result, but you need not have a tongue as sharp as our Lord of Judgement did." Nahk waited, and spoke finally. "You are reverted to the ends of a dream, and to you, I am Ashili, and Ashili is the enemy. Will you help me?" Nahk asked Saerus.

Saerus spoke normally, as if he had never felt anything, but he curiously looked at his cuffs. "I made an oath to protect and aid you, Ashili. I am your friend...I would not turn my back on you. But why am I tied here?"

Nahk spoke quickly. "We have rescued you from Nahk's clutches. The war is on our side. He has briefly taken over Ouridna. Use the Lancers to take our their bunkers and siege weapons. We must stop them." Nahk sounded, pretending to be concerned.

"I am on my way, Ashili." Saerus spoke, as Nahk untied him and let him loose, his eyes still blank, as Saerus was hallucinated.

Ouridna, present day...

Ashili was racked, but she kept fighting for her life. She and Serrin fought, and finally her aid came at the perfect moment. In a blinding rush was the aircraft sent by her Husband and Father in Law, and the soldiers they had killed proved to be a great asset to their victory.

"Thank you." Ashili mouthed out carefully, amidst the turmoil and the destruction or many things. She kept fighting, her sword slashing infantry and many men, both enemies and her own, died in her arms, but she had to keep going. Her anger was ensuing, and whenever she showed a strong emotion, she could not be the proper mistress she usually was.

Careful not to give into her vampiric temptations, Ashili kept her furious onslaught at bay, until another threat raged forwards.

Her aid from Edward was great, but many bombers could not outrun the Rocket Buggies that flashed onto the ripped ground, and long lancers turned their sides around, and began to maraud the infantry of the Matriarch, too close to the Matriarch that the bombers would kill Ashili if they aimed at the lancers. "What is going on?" Ashili wondered.

Just then, a tall powerful shadow of a man appeared on the hillside, like a heroic figure amongst a rabble of broken people. But this was no hero, or at least now. It was Saerus, and he fully adorned himself in a new armor, a stronger one than his robe before. "Saerus?" Serrin beside Ashili wondered, as the Sage Lord mounted his long lancing bike, and gripped his sword carefully. Yelling out a furious warcry that pierced the air, the wave of new lancers came over the hills, and they were aimed at the infantry of the Matriarchal Forces. "Aim at the lancer's!" Ashili yelled on her comm to bombers, as she swung her blade and knocked Saerus off the bike, sending him flying into the ground.

He stood up, and with a furious gleam in his eyes, spoke, "I'm going to kill you, Nahk." Before he charged at Ashili. She underestimated Nahk...not only did he force them back to Ouridna, but he also sent Saerus after her, and he knew that Ashili would never kill such a close and loyal friend. She loved him like a brother, and Nahk played that against her. Hopefully there was another way, and their chances of subduing Saerus increased when Serrin joined the fray.

OOC: Don't bomb the area where Saerus, Ashili and Serrin are fighting. I'm doing this to show you Saerus' fighting style in the next post. If you want to bomb things around them, do so. Bomb the lancers if you want.

OOC: You do know that Ciranaar's Castle is a massive mountain in the far ends of the Wastelands, right? It's almost impossible to reach, due to massive acidic geysers in the area. It's a deathtrap...don't know why you'd send forces there, but alright...

OOC: Don’t know why I’m sending plane there, too. Maybe the Count see the mountain as a symbol of one of your Gods and wants it destroyed.

OOC: Don't bomb the area where Saerus, Ashili and Serrin are fighting. I'm doing this to show you Saerus' fighting style in the next post. If you want to bomb things around them, do so. Bomb the lancers if you want.

OOC: The bombs have already been drooped. It is up to you to say what goes boom. Then I will post something with the bombs being attacked by the rockets.

IC: Back in the Dominion……

A lone B-69 SkyMaster Bombers was taking off to head to Ouridna. This plane was modified into a transport plane. Inside the plane sat Crown Prince Edward Darkholme and 50 Gardias de Diablo (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/LosguardiasdeDiablosArmor.jpg), the royal guards. ETA is in 5 hours

Ouridna, present day...

The rockets were able to protect the fighters from the bombs, but the rest of the attackers weren't so fortunate. Fire emblazed the area, and the massive armies reduced to crumbling vestiges. The bombers were successful in their help, but only one thing now remained. If Serrin and Ashili were to stop the monster that had seemed to possess Saerus, then they would have to defeat him in a sword fight. They were sure they would manage that...it was two people against one.

Saerus drew out his massive twin swords, like giant slabs of steel they looked like, and almost as destructive. Although not as large as Arborgard's infamous 'Mirror Caster Sword', a giant blade of unbelieveable potency, it was still highly dangerous in the hands of someone as skilled as Saerus. Ashili drew out her beautiful gold sword, and the perfect craftsmanship reflected the master's vestige; great, powerful, and beautiful. Serrin drew out a sword as well, the same size as Ashili's, but a bit longer and having a wide slice off both ends.

Saerus lifted his arm, and slashed at Ashili with his right hand. Ashili blocked the blow, but the power used in the attack was so strong that she knelt down to protect herself, as Saerus ducked down onto one foot and stabbed at Serrin's legs. Serrin jumped up, and took her stroke down in midair at the Patriarch, but he let loose his grip and twisted his wrists back, sending the blades flying back. Jumping up, Saerus landed in the center of the two, and spun his body around like a twirl, and ducked underneath his own legs and slashed at Serrin.

Serrin blocked the attack, and a downwards stroke from Ashili was blocked again by the twisting of Saerus' left wrist. The sword came swinging down again, and Serrin twirled around and slashed across Saerus' armor, but she was blocked by the blade. Just then, Ashili leaped from behind and aimed her fierce stabbing move at Saerus' head, and he blocked that as well. It was an odd fight.

Even though the two Matriarchs outnumbered and possibly outmuscled him, Saerus was driven, not held back, by his skills. He outskilled them both, even thought they did not hold back themselves. It was as if Saerus had gotten better since his time in Sanduras. It was not good for them. They had to push themselves or they will both be killed by a brainwashed Sage.

They pushed their attacks down simultaenously, and as hard as they could muster. But Saerus lifted up both swords and as they locked blades, he slipped his feet onto the mud deliberately and kicked Serrin, as she flew into the nearby brick wall, and she made a loud thud. Ashili twisted her wrists and stabbed, but was blocked and almost was cut in half as another blade came up almost instantly to meet her face.

She leaped up and took down her stroke, and she slashed Saerus' arms around the edge, making him grimace in deep pain. She took the sword and banged it heavily against his knee as well, almost fracturing it. Saerus got back up immediately, and he dropped his blades. Instead of them hitting the ground however, they dangled off the edges, as if some unseen force was magnetically keeping them in midair.

"Metal wires." Ashili could speak, before a swinging blade came out to meet her. She blocked, but the string wrapped around her sword, and it bent the blade on her hand, ripping the palm of her hand as blood came out vivaciously. Ashili held her pain back, and gripped the bent sword once more, but a surprised leap from Serrin blocked another menacing attack from Saerus. Blades flew out from his hand, and they nearly missed, but instantly they flew back in. There seemed no way to penetrate his strategy, so Ashili drew out her gun, and she was only at the tip of the handle when the gun exploded into shrapnel, the blade from Saerus' sword smashing it in half.

This gave Serrin the time needed, and she slashed Saerus in the ribs, while he tugged the rope and the blade smacked her in the face, Serrin's jaw broken apart. She fell onto the ground in pain, the blood flying out of her mouth, and Saerus turned around and swung the blade at Ashili, but she ducked the sword and went in for the kill. Another sword came out to meet her, and she blocked it and swung it away, but it swung again on a pivot by the string and smashed her in the face as well, knocking her out.

Both Matriarchs were taken down, as Saerus stood there with his victory, and was about to behead them, before another bomber flew atop his location, larger and more magnificent than the others. It was Edward DarkHolme. Saerus would love to meet this new foe.

The six B-9 Vexore Bombers have got near Ciranaar's Castle because of protection added to the planes and bombs, the acid could not harm them. Each pilots and crew member were wearing full-body protection, if the outer armor failed.

“We are getting near our target boys.” said Captain Ace Bradford, the leader of this mission. “Armed those bombs and give that mountain hell.”

The crew members on each bomber started arming the bombs. This bombs were special. The 4 BLU-82Bs on each bomber have been upgrade to a nuclear bombs. A 15,000 pound nuclear bomb. These bombs have the power equal to a H-Bomb or stronger then a H-Bomb. If they work right, half of Ciranaar's Castle would be destroyed.

The bombs were dropped a few seconds later. 24 of them were dropped

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Above the battle at Ouridna, Edward was getting ready for battle. The bomb bay door were open as he waited to jump for the plane. He was wearing the armor that made him look like a Roman General but in all black. In his left hand was his weapon of choice, “The Staff of the Wolf King" (http://www.bladesunlimited.co.uk/images/dragonblade.jpg). His pistol was in a hidden spot in the armor. Looking at his guards, he said “If I fall, kill everybody and send a message to my father.” Taking a small pause, he added “So, he can destroy them all.”

After that the bay doors were opened and Edward jumped out followed by the 50 Gardias de Diablo. Each man pulled their ripcords and slow made it to the ground. As Edward took his jump gear off, he saw Ashili on the ground about to beheaded by Saerus. Rising “The Staff of the Wolf King“ in the air, he yelled “Have about you take on a man this time.” Edward charge at Saerus followed by the 50 Gardias de Diablo, who had the swords drew. A green gem started to glow as Edward charged.

The modified B-69 SkyMaster Bomber circle above looking for a landing place, for the 200 men form the 20th Acid Hounds armed with AR-56 assault rifle, M-12 MasterKey double-barreled shotgun, PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol and in body armor to protect them from small arms fire and the other gasses in the area.

Saerus was blinded. Not physically, but psychologically, and he was under the impression that is was another enemy, joined with Nahk. He was hallucinating, but halluncination or not, he was driven to his goal.

"So you would fight me with many at your side?" Saerus asked him, and as Serrin and Ashili gained consciousness, Saerus whipped his blade around and smashed them in the face again, breaking Ashili's jaw. "Then do it. Fight me. But alone. I do not need the rabble of your troops."

Jinfagronn, after destruction of the base of Ciranaar's Castle...

Arborgard heard a deep rumble in the distance, and from atop his tower, he saw the mountain of Ciranaars' Castle obliterated, the hellforge of their Lord in pieces, ruins. He was stammering for an answer to this ridiculous move. They had struck a personal chord in his mind, and now, they were to pay.

But before they could, Enkur's voice reaped around him. "Lift up your sword." The voice whispered, and Arborgard obeyed, by lifting up his sword. A sunbeam flashed onto the blade, and far off, it glared into Serrin's eyes. And at that moment, she was knocked out by the swing.

The Gardias de Diablo stopped and waited for Edward to give the order. Edward looked at Saerus in the eyes and yelled "Why did you attack Ashili? She is your friend."

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All the bombers that finished their mission start heading back to the Dominion. Some of the bombers were hit and will need repairs later. The God-Emperor would be happy will what Captain Ace Bradford’s unit did. Satellites were getting place to see what the damage the bombers did.

OOC: Jenrak, what had I done in your nation. Like when I bombed Jeviz’Kraa.

OOC: K.

IC:

"That is not Ashili." Saerus replied. "That is Nahk. Ashili is on the command center. You cannot decieve me, Viraranar." Saerus spoke to Edward. It was clear that the poison Nahk induced in him was working.

Ashili got up from her sleep, as well as Serrin, and she crackled to Edward, "Saerus is under Nahk's control...release him." Before her jaw gave out again, and she fainted once more.

"That is not Nahk." yelled Edward as he swung the staff around "That is Ashili, my bride, you are hurting."

Bring the end on the staff to the ground, Edward locked eyes with Saerus. "You will fall to me, Saerus." Using his right hand, took his helmet off and threw it to the ground. Looking back at his men, he said, "After I move him out of the way. Get in there and check on my bride." Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the plane landing behind them.

"Now, Saerus, it is time for you to be yourself again." said Edward as he charged with his staff out to block any attack from Saerus.

Saerus took up his blades, and he watched intently from his heart, his black eyes encompassed carefully. Inside his head, fogged around images, but they were blank and unsteady. He readied his blades and leaped at Edward, as if a spring had launched into his legs, making him propulse unnaturally high into the air.

Seeing Saerus jumping in the air, Edward shot to the right. Bring the staff up at Saerus as he did that. Then Edward’s eye saw something, a weak spot in the Saerus’ armor. The back off the knee had no armor. (OOC: I’m saying that because Saerus is jumping around like he had no armor on.) With his left hand off of the staff, he pulled out a black throwing dagger from inside a hidden pocket in the armor. Throwing the dagger at Saerus’ left knee, Edward slide to a stop behind him.

Men for the 20th Acid Hounds ran over to Ashili and Serrin. The 50 Gardias de Diablo formed a circle around the ladies.

“Princess Ashili,” said Sergeant Major Demetrius Frank “this is going to hurt.” Then he placed both hand on her jaw. With one move, be popped in back in place. Looking over at Serrin, he saw some of his men placing wraps around her cuts. “Princess Ashili, we can get Prince Edward and leave here, if you want to.”

Ashili and Serrin got up, their bodies wracked with pain, but they, like many, ignored it. "We have to go, now." She flicked a single finger and a heavy dart shot forth from her wrist, slowing the muscles of Saerus arms down, making him sluggish. "Edward!" She yelled, "We have to go, right now!" She beckoned for her husband to follow, knowing that no matter what Edward did, to stop Saerus would be to kill him, and she didn't want him dead; he could still recover from the poison.

She stood up, and attempted to cross up into the hill above, but a loud voice echoed from the distance as Ashili's elite soldiers got up.

"Where are you going, Matriarch Ashili Evergone? Or should I cal you Ashili Darkholme?" Nahk asked, from atop the hill, standing amongst an army of Sadist warriors. "I've been waiting for the entire war to show you what happens to treasonous fellows."

"Sadists...I thought they were destroyed." She pondered quietly, but Nahk's ears had heard all.

"Destroyed?" He laughed a cold hard laugh, as his metal hands banged against each other and made a giant ring in the air. "They were not destroyed, as your husband's forces thought. You cannot kill Jeviz'Kraa or Ciranaar's Castle, just like you fools attempted."

This caused a shock in Ashili. She turned around angrily at Edward, "You ordered the bombing of Ciranaar's Castle? Did you just try to destroy our stronghold?" Her anger boiled, and her features began to flare once again.

OOC: The reason why I put the last part in was that I intended that they had the heart of the Matriarchal Army in Jeviz'Kraa. But since it was bombed, I have to find a different place now. I can't take Murun, or Vangdon, so I'm going with Enkur's haunted halls of Arsonnait.

Looking over at Ashill, Edward said “Not me. Maybe my father did it. Men to the plane” The men start running towards the plane. The plane started up as they ran to it. “Sergeant Major, sniper him now.” A hidden sniper was under the plane, he lined his shot between Nahk’s eye. He squeezed the trigger a second later…..

On radio inside the plane, the co-pilot was calling back to the Dominion.

"Sir, launch the missile now. Tell the God-Emperor, we are screwed."

Back outside the plane, Edward yelled “Ashili, come on.”

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Back in the Dominion....

Ten missiles silo started launching ICBM with nuclear warheads. Four of them heading towards Enkur's fortresses and the other six heading towards Haasdra. ETA is in 30 minutes.

Four missiles silo started launching ICBM with Napalm warheads. These four were heading towards Ouridna, their targets the Sadists forces. ETA is in 15 minutes.

OOC: I want to turn Ouridna into the Ashili’s stronghold. Now, I can’t hold the city for the cargo planes to land and soldiers set up shop there.

But how could Ciranaar's Castle be Ashili’s Stronghold, if it's almost impossible to reach, due to massive acidic geysers in the area. Your own words.

But how could Ciranaar's Castle be Ashili’s Stronghold, if it's almost impossible to reach, due to massive acidic geysers in the area. Your own words.

OOC: By sea, since a contaminated river runs through the back. That is how it is a stronghold; it's been supplied as a weapons armory, and also that is why Ouridna was so important to the Matriarchal War effort. That way, supplies could be sent quickly to Ouridna and the surviving troops could recuperate at Ciranaar's Castle. It's a sacred place; I didn't want it destroyed.

IC:

As Nahk laughed, a dent in his metal mask was made, but the bullet could not pierce. Furious for ruining his dramatic entrance, Nahk yelled loudly, "Yarminnaas Troukissan Namhras" whereas the soldiers that stood behind him replied, "Treason! Treason! Treason!", and Nahk drew out his sword from his long cloak. He stood on one leg, and, like Saerus, his feet burst into an invisible fire, as he launched himself at the group.

Ashili climbed up the way, and held onto Edward's hand as she and Serrin and the rest of the commanders and leaders followed suite, save for Saerus who stayed there, divulging the enemy against more deaths. "Saerus!" Ashili yelled from the safety of the plane, along with the other Matriarchs and Patriarchs, but Saerus still stayed there, below. "We have to go back down to get him!"

"No, Ashili!" Serrin yelled, as she kept Ashili from jumping out of the plane to engage against Nahk, who was leaping at Saerus.

"I will handle him!" Saerus yelled up, as the poison was completely faded, now that the tranquilizer had nullified both effects. He dropped his swords again, and the metal wire kept them connected to his hands, the Nasz style utilized by Saerus. Whether he would win, no one knew the outcome. For Saerus had improved greatly, his skill never seen before at such ferocity, and his resistance to many pains also much greater as well. Many thought he would surely triumphed, but Ashili didn't think he would.

While Saerus fights valiantly, and with great honor and skill, he was fighting a completely different creature. Nahk was barely human, his rotting remains mostly in the shattered plains of Sasz Kerenuk. Nahk was a different fighter, and Saerus, oh Saerus would see very soon...

Haasdra, tower of Narazego...

"ICBMs launched at our location, sir, and the location of Asonnait." The mouthe added, awaiting Arborgard's response. "We should evacuate you to a much safer place."

"No." Arborgard added, swishing his drink around, his eyes intent with thought and worry. "We shall stop these in midair, and they shall stop when we say so."

"What do you mean? We have not the strength of Enkur." the mouthe replied.

"Ahh, but we do. His spirit stays potent with my soul." He leaned forwards. "Launch the interceptors." He threw his glass onto the floor.

The castle of Haasdra was quiet, and the night around was still. At Arsonnait, it was equally quiet, equally dark. But a break in the lack of noise fixed the still air. A flurry of rapid small ships, non armed at all, save for scurrying captains, flew towards the missiles, and they soon got closer. The mission was simple; nullify their purpose. Haasdra and Arsonnait were top priority. Already did they bomb Ciranaar's Castle, and Arborgard promised vengeance.

But now, now they seek to kill Haasdra, home of Sadisdirim, and Arsonnait, the empty Tower. Arborgard would not let the home of his sacred anscestor be destroyed, and neither would Enkur's spirit allow it.

Back to Ouridna...

Nahk swiped down with his sword, and Saerus swung forth with his blade. A block was made, but Saerus smiled and immediately twisted the blade to go around the sword's block, intending to rip the hand like he did with Ashili's. But Nahk was not Ashili, as Saerus found out, when the Red Patriarch grabbed handle of his sword and kept it in one place, unflinching, and wrapped it around even harder, sending Saerus flying in circles into a brick wall.

Saerus stood up, and flailed the second sword, and he struck down with the first sword. Nahk grabbed the sword with his right hand, and blocked the sword, and in his left hand, his wrist twisted in 360 degree turn, ripping the blade and the metal wire off Saerus' wrist, making a massive wound.

Saerus launched another wire to regain the sword, and he leaped with both blades close together downwards at Nahk. Instead of blocking, Nahk placed his arms on his side, and squeezed between the blades, where his foot, like a claw, grabbed Saerus' feet and plunged him into the ground.

Saerus got back up, but Nahk leaped again, and he became hard pressed to hold him off. Never had he seen Nahk fight, so it was extremely important he move quickly, lest he face death. High above, Ashili and Serrin observed the onslaught.

"We have to help him!" Serrin responded. "There is no other way if this keeps up! He'll die!" She opened the door ajar, and both Ashili and Serrin leaped down, back into the field to aid Saerus. Nahk jumped back, and then charged again at all three.

Saerus charged forwards, and Ashili leaped up, while Serrin leaped as well, but Nahk spun like a torpedo with is blade askew, slashing all three fighters and spinning his torso around to make a sword like wheel from his sword. The fighters slashed at Nahk, but they could not break his defence, and Nahk twisted his neck around in a 360 degree and grabbed Serrin's face and plowed it into Saerus' face. The two got back up, and Ashili charged the first assault again, but Nahk blocked the attack, and Saerus knocked his sword out of his hand. "You're surrounded, Nahk Territurari. Arborgard's training cannot save you know."

"I tend to think differently, Patriarch." His feet burst of energy once again, and lifted himself up high into the air, and he thudded into the ground with a grinding shockwave, dodging the attacks, when he twisted half his body around to grab and flail Serrin's stomach, and his foot grabbed his sword as it fell back from the sky.

All three got up and slashed at him, but his foot blocked the four swords in a tight lock, and his hand twisted around and grabbed the sword from his foot, and slashed all three, breaking Serrin's sword. He would have easily killed all three, had not a machine gun fire taken out his left hand, and forced him to flee. His legs, in great long strides, ran back to the safety of his forces, as he turned around halfway through to glare at them, and then finally got back.

OOC: Trans, I preferred it if you don't bomb Nuir Enkur's or Arborgard's Castle, since those are ancient religious stone idolistic artifacts. You'll get all of Jenrak against you, including Ashili. It's extremely sacred.

OOC: Trans, I preferred it if you don't bomb Nuir Enkur's or Arborgard's Castle, since those are ancient religious stone idolistic artifacts. You'll get all of Jenrak against you, including Ashili. It's extremely sacred.

OOC: Ohhhh....

The ten ICBM with nuclear warheads pulled up like they had a mind of their own. At 65,000 feet and climbing, one by one started to blow up. If people looked up, they would see something like a fireworks show. It would not did anything bad to the cloud because the warheads were weak ones.

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In the back of the plane.......

"We own Saerus are lives now." said Edward to the 20th Acid Hounds and the royal guards. "He will have an army unit named after him. Saerus' Saints."

He turned back to Ashili and Serrin, who were not there any more. "Where did they go now?" yelled Edward, who ran to the door and saw them on the ground. "Shit!" he said before jumping out after them.

Landing after the battle was over, he used the radio to call back the plane. Then cold air could be seen coming from out of his mouth. “This is going to be fun.” he said before lifting both hand at the hill. To everybody near him, it looked like ice was taking over his arm then his body. Edward just became a walking block of ice in his form. Edward shot ice out of his hands and created a ten foot tall ice wall between him and Nahk’s forces.

The plane was landing, now. Edward turned back to Ashili and the others, “What now?” he said as he was turning back to his normal self.

Saerus gasped, his armor in tatters. His chest was torn asunder, and blood seeped out like a vast fountain as he laid there in tormenting pain, his fingers twitching occasionally to show the movement of his fear, eve nthought Nahk had retreated to the safety of Murun, along with his batallions. "Nahk...evil." He spoke, the few words he could bear out while he whispered faintly of horrendous totures.

Serrin grabbed his hand tightly, and she worried about him. More so, she was frightened of his life, like a sister scared of the thought of losing her younger brother, a friend she cherished so dear. "Yes, Saerus...he is evil." She spoke to him, barely configuring words as if he was toddler in pain, learning the first strings of the language e knew so well already.

"No...not evil." Saerus spoke quietly. "Arborgard...not evil." He spoke once more, before the surreptious loss of blood made him faint, and his mind a blank with no thought, and Serrin slumped on the side and stared up at the metal roof of the helicopter. Ashili grabbed Edward’s hand when he asked he the question, and she pondered slowly for a bit. What would happen? Would Nahk come after them? She doubt that.

“I do not think Nahk would come after us anymore. Unless he has a hidden motive, then us leaving would be exile, and the exile would be to him a punishment to us.” She carefully slumped her head into Edward’s lap. “I cannot believe this.” She closed her eyes.

Serrin stood up in the airplane, and she peered out the window nearby, the sunlight refracting off her face. “We need to stay in Jenrak.” She murmured.

“Why?” Ashili asked, her eyes still closed, her head still lying down in Edward’s warm lap, and she wondered promiscuously. The yelling of soldiers and the grinding of gears were heard below, as the Matriarchal Armies set up larger encampments.

“We need to keep our hold here, so we can get to Arborgard.” Serrin spoke loudly, and Ashili retorted.

“Arborgard would never listen to us. He is too blinded by his traditions. He will follow Nahk as long as the council members are in Nahk’s favour.” She spoke again.

“Then I shall talk to Arborgard.” Serrin replied. She turned to Edward. “We need another regiment to invade Jeviz’Kraa by foot. Can you or your father supply another regiment? We need about 100,000 troops to break the stone walls. No ground artillery will last long against the raiders.” With that, she took out blade, and sat down, and observed the damaged done to it.

Looking at Serrin, Edward said, “If Nahk’s forces are out of Ouridna, we can land planes there. If not, do you have any place we can land our cargo planes?”

Looking back at Sergeant Major Frank, he said “Call my father and tell him, Ashili is okay and get the army ready.”

“Yes, my prince.” said Sergeant Major Frank before bowing and heading towards the cockpit.

Medics were working on Saerus as they talked. Saerus was not going to die on their watch.

Serrin turned to Edward. "Ciranaar's Castle is our main stockhold of Saerus' army. If we can build our forces on Ouridna, and take the Aur River to Ciranaar's Castle, then the Patriarchal Sage Army is ours."

Serrin saw Ashili sleeping Edward's lap, and she spoke softly to him. "She really loves you, doesn't she? I have never seen her show emotions to someone so passionately." She smiled again.

The planes was already turning around and heading back to Ouridna.

"Ok. We will head back to Ouridna and set up shop there until Father sent more men. If Nahk comes back, I will hold him off." said Edward. "Yes, she does love me and I love her, too."

Sergeant Major Frank walks back in and said "My Prince, your Father has got the message and is sending men. Enough to hold Ouridna, if that Nahk comes back."

"Thanks, Sergeant Major. You can get your men ready." said Edward.

"Yes, my prince." said the Sergeant Major before heading back to his men.

Edward started looking over at the medics working on Saerus. "After we get more blood in him, he will live."

The plane landed in almost the same spot. The Acid Hounds exited first and set up around the plane.

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Back in the Dominion….

Airbases all over the nation were loading transport and cargo planes. 100 C-141B Starlifters would be in the air in a few hours. On each plane were 200 soldiers. Men from the 1st Blood Wolves, 3rd Jackson's Roughnecks, 6th Soul Tigers, and 16th Shadow Foxes were on the planes heading to Ouridna. In 4 hours, there will be 60,000 strong.

Captain Wolf Armstrong is leader of the 15,000 soldiers of the 1st Blood Wolves. Each soldier in the unit is armed with AR-22 heavy assault rifle, PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and six hand grenades and in same body armor as the Acid Hounds. Their colors are Brick Red and Black.

Captain Santo Frye is leader of the 15,000 soldiers of the 3rd Jackson's Roughnecks. Each soldier in the unit is armed with AR-56 assault rifle, PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and six hand grenades and in same body armor as the Acid Hounds. Their colors are Forest Green and Black.

Captain Adam Fogg is leader of the 15,000 soldiers of the 6th Soul Tigers. Each soldier in the unit is armed with CAR-24A1 combat assault rifle, PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and six hand grenades and in same body armor as the Acid Hounds. Their colors are Dark Grey and Dark Blue.

Captain Sebastian Corrigan is leader of the 15,000 soldiers of the 16th Shadow Foxes. Each soldier in the unit is armed with AR-66 silent assault rifle, H&K SOCOM pistol, and six hand grenades and in same body armor as the Acid Hounds. Their colors are Dim Grey and Stale Grey.

OOC: About Ciranaar's Castle, only the top would be destroyed because the bombs didn’t go into the ground. What the body armor looks like (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/TransylvanianBA.jpg)

Ouridna, 4 Hours later...

Pandemonium was ensuing, as the hurried soldiers from both Transylvania and Matriarchal Jenrak prepared, just in case of another invasion of Ouridna. The sound of whistling rotors and readied weapons rung about, with loud shouting and great yells amongst the populace, as their beloved Saerus had recovered beautifully from the near death.

"What has happened?" He asked, his face with worrying thought. "Where is Nahk, and the Sadists?" He looked around carefully, as if something would jump from around the corner, and surprise them with a hail of gunfire.

Serrin reached out from her bunkerous tent, and she smiled grimly. "You survived." She placed her arms around him, but he kept his staunch thoughts on the matters.

"Where is the Sadist army? Is Nahk here still?" He asked once more, gripping his swords strongly, his rocket launcher strapped carefully on his back, his ceremonial armor, the glazing thick steel and the ravenous blue tiles striped along the black surface.

"Nahk is not here, for now, that seems to be the case." Serrin looked around, thinking of something to say other than the locations of the devious Patriarch, possibly scheming in the far off lands of Murun. But they had to know.

"Are the lancers ready?" Saerus asked, placing his armor on. Ashili shook her head.

"They have been inactive since your incapacitation. Saerus, you are took fragile right now to fight Nahk head on again." Ashili murmured, a touch of concern in her voice.

"I am not fighting Nahk, I am going to fight Arborgard." Saerus took up his bow-like scepter.

"But that's suicide! You know you do not have a single chance at all against Arborgard in blades!" Serrin interrupted.

Saerus did not intend to kill Arborgard; only to make him listen. Not through the dull idol thoughts of words, but the clash of blades. "Edward!" He yelled. "Can you supply us with recon bikes? We need something fast that can breach the defense of Hassdra temporarily."

Edward walked into Saerus's tent as his cape flew behind him. "They are coming. Right now we have tanks and hummers." Looking back outside at his soldier setting up SAM sites and AA guns in different location, he said "We have over 60,000 men out there. In four hours, it will be double."

"Can you walk, Saerus?" asked Edward "So, we can go to the command tent. Plus, we got pictures of Ciranaar's Castle. It looks like only 250 feet of the top was destroyed."

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Inside the command tent, the four captains and Sergeant Major Frank were standing around a table in the center. A huge map of Jenrak was on the table.

Satellite images of the surround areas were on TV screen around them, to made sure nobody come up on them.

"I can walk..." Saerus stood up, his legs still able to hold themselves. Many years and many many battles did he have to go through to reach his way; surely he could walk after one of them.

He walked over to the bustling command tent, a great preicpice of magnifience along the cruelty of war. "This is very detailed, but there are many things that this map misses."

He grabbed a pen from a nearby walking soldier, and he dabbed a long line of ink from the pen onto the castle, to the bleak wastelands. "There is a tunnel here, from the Vanguard Wars." He drew another thick line, and another connected to it.

"There is another here, and another here, from the rise of the Rissefs." He drew another fat line connected to Viraigius' heart.

"However," He started, placing his way across the line, drawing a line from the Jeviz'Kraa to another spot, then to the long maze-like Haasdra, "This is the way we are taking. Through Vennat-Tatt."

"Thanks for adding those to the map." said Edward. “What Serrin said Ciranaar's Castle is where your main stockhold of your army. Because it still stand, can we send a team to them?”

Looking over at Sergeant Major Frank, “The Sergeant Major has a team ready all they need is a guide.” said Edward.

"Yes." Saerus induced, as Ashili and Serrin watched him intently. "I will lead them to my army, the army of the Sage Patriarch. Many of my men are in Ciranaar's Castle." He took up his lancing javelin.

"But first, we have to break the defense of Aur. Then, and only then, can we reach Ciranaar's Castle." He looked with a thoughtful on his face; "The Aurans outnumber us greatly, and they have the terrain in their favour. We need to be quiet." He notioned to his hands.

"No guns, no rockets. Only sword and shield, for they make no sound. Are your men prepared for melee combat? We must strike at night." He asked Edward. "Then we can take the easier route, by land, to Ciranaar's Castle."

Edward looked over at Captain Sebastian Corrigan, the leader of the 16th Shadow Foxes there. “The Shadow Foxes are the best for an attack like this. Captain, tell Saerus about your men.”

“Well, Patriarch Saerus, my men use rifles and pistols with silencer,” said Captain Corrigan. “No need to use sword when you have an silent assault rifle in your hands.”

“The Shadow Foxes are the best at this type of mission,” said Edward “There are 15,000 of them here right now. In four hours, there will be 15,000 more. We should use the time to plan the attack.”

Ouridna...

"Very well, Captain Sebastian." Saerus arose, his eyes watching for any odd movements, as if something told him someone was around. But he was always watching in times of war like these.

"But I shall lead the assault for the second battallion of my men, the Magistrate." He looked around, and he held up his blade. "I can use a gun, but a blade will keep me in check, especially when I next confront Nahk and Arborgard." He sheathed it once again, his sword ringing.

"Alright, let us plan this out." He spoke, holding his hand for a nearby soldier to give him a map.

Haasdra...

Arborgard sat in his chamber, with Nahk standing behind him. "What is it, Territurari?" Arborgard asked, no notions of forgiveness in his thoughts. "Have you come for training as I have asked."

Nahk had no difference in speech. "Whether you wish to train me in fighting or not, I doubt I need it." He spoke again, his robes twirling when he turned around. When Nahk turned around, at an instance a long chain erected around his neck.

"If you think you are competent, then fight me here. For you are becoming much more egotistic with every breath you take, Patriarch." Arborgard notioned, lunging his chain around.

The soldier handed Saerus a map that was centered on Aur.

“They will need to know everything the Aurans have.” said Edward, who was walking towards the door of the tent “I will be in my tent, if you need me.” With that he was gone and walking to his tent. Edward’s tent was not a tent but a small building near the command tent. The small building owners were paid to leave the building and never come back.

"Here," he dabbed a line towards a tall cliff. "Is their strongest point, guarded lightly."

He drew another line, "Here is another strong point." He spoke. "Pick a spot, and I shall pick mine."

OOC: Sorry for the short and crappy post. I'm kinda tired.

OOC: Sorry for the short and crappy post. I'm kinda tired.

"We will take the first one." said Captain Corrigan. "Now, we have to wait. Three hours and 30 minutes before the other get here."

OOC: You don't have to be sorry about the post. Now, send Ashili to Edward's tent. :fluffle:

Inside Edward’s tent, he was having a meeting with a soldier from the 36th Death Hackers. The Death Hackers deal the shadow ops stuff. There were only three of them in Ouridna right now. Two of them were outside Edward’s tent armed with a MP-2 Eviscerator SMG, a PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol, and in Transylvanian Body Armor, that was black and dark hard green. Behind them were three solid black Yamaha R1.

OOC: Okay...

IC:

Ouridna, 1 Hour after the planning...

Ashili ducked under the tent, and she peered inside the near empty canopies of the large bunkerish covers, as she looked around at the wooden desk and the metal bars, and the glinting swords and great armors that stood askew in Edward's tent.

She gazed around, and took off her false blunted teeth, revealing a sharp jagged row of silverish fangs, she pocketed it and turned to look around, loosening her gauntlets, and relieving her robes of some tension, as the thick armor caused great difficulty on her neck, and her arms as well, the blood running through her veins extremely tight knotted, and she felt a nice flow of blood course in through her arteries now.

She glanced at Edward's cache of swords, and was impressed at their quality; but she had seen similiar swords in the museum of torture, the legacies of her anscestors - or near anscestors. Gazing along the shining staff, and another glistening spear, she walekd around the tent again and looked at Edward's map of Jenrak.

As Ashili turned around, she noticed Edward walk into the tent, and she smiled to him briefly, and sat down at a nearby chair. Untying her hair, her long beautiful black hair glistened in the faint light of the candles and flashlights, and she spoke with a calm and airy, but romantic voice to her new husband; "Hello, Edward." She spoke, her head resting upon her arms as she sat in the chair. She notioned Edward to come over, playfully flicking her finger.

Meanwhile, in the Halls of Pain...

A swinging blade came down upon Nahk's beaten forehead, and another swing came from his side. Blocking the first blade, and then pushing it back to block the second, Nahk turned around and he, once again, like a spring, leaped high into the air.

But Arborgard twisted around and soared his blades into the air, and with a strong pull of his silver chains, he twisted them around skillfully. A wreathing blade came down upon Nahk, was blocked, and wrapped around his hand. It was grabbed but the chain was long enough to lash him in the chin, loosening his grip and allowing the blade to twist around, gears caught in notion.

Nahk fell onto the ground and slashed upwards, as his feet twisted down and pushed up, making him a wheeled spinning blade in midair, but was pushed off by the large blades that was encumbered on Arborgard's hands. "Your training is not complete, Territurari." He spoke, and twisted around to slashed Nahk while Nahk pummeled down into the ground.

Turning his head around, the king dashed quickly like a snake, and he turned his head around, and swiped up as Nahk attempted a quick surprise move. Another throw of the sword was shot, and Nahk jumped onto the chain when the blade caught into the wall. A slight jerk from Arborgard's side caused a heavy thump in the ceiling, as a stone slab richochet down onto Nahk's foot, pinning him gruesomely along the burning rubble.

Arborgard lunged out his hand, and another long array of spiked chains ripped around the air, a long wave of fury as Arborgard twisted his body in complete unity, and the chains flicked in response, carving deep wounds into the halls. Nahk had tried to block this new fury, but his sword was jerked by the chains, and the blade pulled out of the hilt, leaving him defenseless.

But as determined as he was, the Patriarch twisted up and jumped around, and attempted to crush the king in his stomp, but Arborgard dodged in time and ripped his hands up, blocked by Nahk instantly. "Give up, my lord." Nahk spoke, as he had a look of content victory on his face.

"You have much to learn, my friend." Arborgard spoke back egotistically, as the chain lashed under Nahk's leg and swung him upside down, while another chain slashed his back, taking him down onto his knees. "You still have much to learn." Arborgard spoke, withdrawing his blades and hiding his chains once more.

The three Death Hackers were on their way to Aur, as Ashili walked into Edward’s tent. On each bike was a flagpole with a white flag on it. The leader of the group,First Lieutenant Darrell Henson, carried a letter for the head of Aur.

To the leader of the Aurians,

I have learned that Aur stand in the path of my army. I, Crown Prince Edward Darkholme, will offer you two ways in this problem. The first way is you to join our side. We could pay you anything to join us. This way, we don’t have bloodshed. Or we could do the second way. The way of battle. Hope you do the right way.

Signed,

Crown Prince Edward Darkholme.

As Ashili turned around, she noticed Edward walk into the tent, and she smiled to him briefly, and sat down at a nearby chair. Untying her hair, her long beautiful black hair glistened in the faint light of the candles and flashlights, and she spoke with a calm and airy, but romantic voice to her new husband; "Hello, Edward." She spoke, her head resting upon her arms as she sat in the chair. She notioned Edward to come over, playfully flicking her finger.

Edward looked over at Ashili, "Hello, baby." as he took his armor top off and placed it on it's stand. Then he took his leg guards and arm guards off . He placed them on the table near the stand. Edward was only in under suit of the armor. He slowly took under suit off then he slowly walked over to his bride. Then got down on his knee in front of her………

OOC: We ready can’t go any more. Can’t break the rules of the broad. But we know what is going to happen.

OOC: Ya. Back to real RPing.

IC:

Haasdra, Arborgard's Watchtower...

"A leader sits across an abode, and another brings swift death." Spoke quietly the words of Arborgard, as he stood atop the tall tower of his castle and looked carefully onto the soon to be bloody battlefield of Aur. Would the Aurians surrender? Will they give them pass?

Doubtful, nigh. Thought Arborgard, as he stood there, watching them. The Mashtrak were there, the elites of Nahk's army. If the enemy is indeed as powerful as they are, then they should have all Mashtrak's a challenge, and defeat them, but the losses will be significant. Still stands his own, the elite of the Sadist army, to try and break through Haasdra. But he doubt they could do that. He trained his army himself; it would be like fighting an army, composed of Saerus' clones; he had trained them to his become his greatest servants - possibly greater than the Sage Patriarch himself. But his gaze was headed towards Aur, the once great majestic field of battle.

This war would be the determination of the fate of either enemy. Shall Nahk win, and Ashili face judgement? Exile? Or shall Ashili come victorious, and she determine the fate of her once true friend? Her teacher? Many are the thoughts that race through his mind as he stood there, the little fragments of sunlight gone as the night falls over, the stars already twinkling from behind their veiled covers. He looked forwards, and began to wait, anticipated this. "Bring swift death, Nahk." He spoke, more to himself than Nahk, who was fielding up an army to fight at the great city-plains of Aur.

Aur, arrival of the Death Hackers...

Viraranar had served many masters in his servtitude, as his father before him, and his father before him. But never had they faced the situation they saw their son and grandson face today; Viraranar the third, loyal to the legions of Arborgard, was amongst the greatest of his Sadists, the elite of the elite, and he was charged with the commitment to Aur. He was not a field commander; he was an assasin. Thankfully there were many that could do that here, but they required his authority.

Swift bikes over the hills as the sun went down, and they carried a promiscious white flag that billowed with them, following their movements. "Such absurd movements." Viraranar spoke, turning his head around to meet them. He walked up to the leading Hacker, and grabbed the note from his clutches.

Eyes were sped across the paper, and he glared and grimaced but then spoke from his soft and swift armor. "I deny this treaty." He spoke with a cold rational feel, tearing out words from his neck to let them know. "Bring forth your army. We shall fight you." Dropping the paper, he turned around and climbed back up the hill, ready to tell his men to prepare for the battle.

“Big mistake, buddy.” said First Lieutenant Henson. “You have made a big mistake not taking this offer.” The Death Hackers started their bike back up and took back to Ouridna. When the bikes went back over the hill, the men saw the XM777 Lightweight 155mm howitzers being set up. A total of 30 of them were being aimed at Aur. The Blood Wolves were manning the howitzers.

15,000 Shadow Foxes were waiting to attack. Captain Sebastian Corrigan was getting his men ready for battle.

The Death Hackers would meet the other 15,000 Shadow Foxes half way back to Ouridna. “Henson to Command, the offer was no deal. Sent a message to Saerus, that they are Sadists.” said First Lieutenant Henson using the radio built inside his helmet.

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Ouridna, Command Tent…

Edward was wearing a set of black and light gray Transylvanian body armor, now. The helmet was on a table near him. “Sadists? We are going against Sadists. I thought they were Aurians, Saerus.” said Edward, with a little anger in his voice.

"Sadists?" Saerus spoke with a tone of uncertainty in his voice. Surely the Sadist army was in Haasdra? There could be no Sadist legions in Aur. He spoke afresh into his mind, and when he thought it out carefully, Serrin answered his question for him.

"Arborgard never leaves his elite to sacrifice; he has enough recruits to waste." Serrin spoke out loud, as she rendered her gear onto her back, and her sword stuck into its sheath. "The army of Aur is led by a Sadist, Viraranar." She spoke again.

"How would you know?" Saerus asked, his thought intent.

"I know Arborgard better than any of you. And I know that he sent his greatest Sadist to lead the army of Aur."

"Then we are still having a good chance of breaking the assault and reaching Ciranaar's Castle."

"Alas, not. The Army is led by a Sadist, but it is strengthened by the Mashtrak; the elite of the Zealotry force in Nahk's army."

"How powerful are they? The Magristrates have never fought them before."

"They are not as powerful as the Sadists, I assure you. We may have a chance at breakingthis defense yet." She finished, and turned around to ready her APC, as she put her helmet on for war.

"Indeed?" Saerus thought to himself mostly, as he and his lancers mounted their bikes and turned on their engines, their javelins ready for battle. They purged the sound for a few moments, and the air was thick with fog, until they finally sped forwards in a single momentous line; Saerus at the lead.

The armies of the Crown Prince Edward would lay siege to the heavy fortifications of the cliffed walls of Aur, when the swift assault of the Magristrates would destroy the enemy's weapons. Saerus, as he sat on his bike, speeding towards Aur, could only hope that Arborgard would not get involved.

Aur, beginning of the siege...

Roaring gunfire occured, and loud shrieks of anger and explosions rattled, the ground shaking under the great tremendous might as the callous shrapnels of the bombs littered their ways into the hearts of the fortress. Viraranar sat atop, on his tower of Arnenra, with a long piercing scope aimed carefully; he was trying to find the officers in command, and hoping to pick them out at destined times.

Even as the fire raged around him, and the artillery bombarded his surroundings, he kept a steady calm, and as long as the building did not collapse, he was fine; he could do his job, and his duty to the country. A laser pointer was not neccessary.

Aiming carefully around him, and checking intently, he fired a few rounds, and kept invisible, but whether he hit his targets he did not wonder. Instead, he yelled out warchants, as the Mashtrak forces readied their missiles, and began to aim.

It has begin, the howitzers awake like hungry bears. Shells flew over the hill towards Aur. More shells flew over the hill. "Keep those things firing, boys." said a Blood Wolf commander.

Meanwhile on the other side of Aur, the Shadow Foxes move in on their target. Using the shadow to move closer and closer. 5,000 of them were less then 250 yards for the enemy. Then the order was giving to attack, the 5,000 Shadow Foxes started firing at their target. The other Shadow Foxes moved forwards to attack.

Back on the other side of the hill, unknown bullets hit a Blood Wolf soldier. “There is somebody up there with a high-power rifle.” said Edward, who then turned into his ice form. Running up to the top of the hill, he starts creating a ten-foot tall ice wall. It was four feet wide and could block his howitzers for an attack from bullets. Turning back to his men, “Men, keep up the good work. Don‘t stop.” he yelled before running back by his men.

Back at Ouridna, 15 Phantom III fighter-bombers were taking off to start bombing area were the Death Hackers saw the most troopers at. Each one was armed with six BL-755 Napalm bombs.

Another cock, and another ring in the ears. Viraranar was not suited for sniper firing, as he was the 'hand-ons' type of assasin, the one that would creep down your throat, or choke you in your sleep, he was a killer of the proverbial kind. This duty to him was insubordinate.

Another ring of the rifle, and another ring again. He didn't care whether he hit the target or not, but he knew that there was some panic in the enemy's supplements of the troops, for a lunging Jenrakian rocket smothered in to his room, as the missile carried the signature of Saerus, knowing that Saerus has had enough of Viraranar's ploy.

Standing in his tower, he yelled out the commands for a full on assault, and Aurians and Mashtrak emerged from their covets, and machine gun fire sprung out of nowhere, shrapnel and lead spraying into the sleek air, as the bullets sleeted across the sky.

OOC: Some questions before I post an IC post.

Number One: How many Aurians and Mashtrak are in Aur?

Number Two: How many Aurians and Mashtrak are near the Shadow Foxes?

Number Three: What are there targets?

Number Four: Where is Saerus at? He at the battle because Edward is there.

OOC:

1. The Aurian army is small, rounding to about 30,000 soldiers, most of them undisciplined. They used to be a lethal army, but lack of seen warfare has caused them to deteriorate. They aren't hard. The Mashtrak army is an elitist army, and they form the bulk of the occupation of Aur's defenses. The number is ranged to nearly about 700,000.
2. Not many. A few hundred at most.
3. The Artillery, and the lancers.
4. Near the front of your artillery.

Also, wouldn't it be kind of godmoding if Edward turns into a ice wall and starts deflecting bullets? This is kind of modern tech here.

IC:

His rocket launcher in its berth, and the missile ready to spire towards the tall tower, where a long ranged sniper ran along the edges of the faint thoughts of mind, Saerus pulled the glistening black trigger and began to launch the twisting snake-like rocket, as the small Arbalest class missile slammed itself into the border of the window, or whatever was the name of the glass sheeting connecting the fragile stone top together, ripping the tower's hat-like precipice apart.

Grabbing another rocket form his long sash, Saerus lunged it into his launcher once again, and he was shot in the arm from a stray fire from the tower, but he kept his stance on the rocket's entrance into the launcher, where another humm rang, as he aimed it carefully and awaited, seeing a shining glint of a sniper scope, and fired it immediately into the tower's mouth once again.

Explosion rumbled as the trail of fire smashed the base parts of the topmost edge, and the wooden supports inside fell apart, where the tower of Arnnenra fell atop the abode, and the remains plundered into the sharp dunes of the plains of Aur, the grass billowing with fire as the Mashtrak and the Aur alike were pulled into death and oblivion as the tower fell swiftly. But from the fire of the remains came a shadowy silhouette, the shadow of Viraranar. It seemed the Sadist assasin survived the miraculous crash.

"Lancers!" Saerus yelled, as he knew that he was speaking to his faithful unions, not common recruit rabble of simple legions. "Kash kah vanyia!" He yelled out loudly, and the lancers behind him sped up towards Viraranar's body, as they zoomed with their lances outstretched.

But the revving of the powerful swift engines were unsounded, when the shrieking of many people yelled in chorus with a massive ring of explosions, sending the first set of lancers to oblivion, and the second brutally damaged. The spearheading row was damaged, and Viraranar easily slashed a crippling bike and mounted it, his eyes intent on Saerus.

"Take the Sadist down!" Yelled Saerus, when he reached in for a rocket in his sash, but found there were no more. He pulled his gun, and fired heavily at the mounted enemy, and then the bike, but the bullets bounced off harmlessly off the great armor, even though the ripping lead made venerable dents in the adamant metal. There was no way a gun less than an artillery or tank shell could pierce something so unbelievably extravagant. Saerus lifted his swords, and charged at the mounted assasin.

Their bodies began to splurge forwards, and at the middle of the crisis, Saerus flicked his finger, and threw a bouncing grenade at the middle of the arena like battlefield, sending the speeding assault bike and it's rider forth, the long powerful javelin piercing Viraranar's body as he slipped onto the ground, and the blood flashed out from hsi body, like a fountain of dismay, and his body spurted out pints of fresh, fleshy blood. His corpse laid there motionless, but his following units began to speed back, the riders of Sadri, and Saerus caught their eyes as they began to run.

"Kill them!" He yelled, his frantic notion getting the better of him. "Stop them before they report the assasin's death to the king!" Saerus pointed his gun, and fired, taking one down, but the othes only sped up, and it became much harder to aim, let alone fire at them when there was so much firepower around him.

"Kill them all!" He yelled, motioning both soldiers from both countries to take down the fledgling riders. The Matriarchal armies had taken out Aur's communication beforehand, if these riders get to Haasdra, then their efforts will be for endless naught.

The Aronlong River, the armies of Homocide...

Rocket fire issued, as the battleships of the Homocides, the sleek metal shearings and the dark paints along the bleak mountains gave them simple advantages, as they fired another burst of rockets from their gauss-like cannons, smashing them into the shoreline of the Nahk city of Naharish. "Aim all firepower at the marauding turrets." Serrin commanded her forces, from her cockpit in the aircraft known as the Wrathblock, where it swerved and dodged precariously when a long string of enemy fire ripped itself into her wings, and the aircraft started to decline, the fire burning from her engines.

Another volley of rocket fire bent at the turrets, the secodn divisions were torn, the fire blossoming like a beautiful, yet deadly flower along a dunesea of wasteland, and the dirty water a depiction of the pain hope tried to vanquish long ago.

Large amphibious transports, sheeted with many coats of metal, and slow and lumbering, blocked machien gun fire from the enemy pillboxes, but many also fell at the hands of the malicious rockets fired in bursts from their enemy's tanks. Infantry poured out, and they started their invasion of the shoreline, where columns of poisonous steam sprayed out from the crusty sand, fogging the ship's asthetic vision as well.

Choking and coughing, the infantry started to pulsate violently, and they went a ravaging nature on each other, a result of the vicious rabid disease unleashed upon them. Serrin used whatever was left of her plane to plunge it into the infantry, burning them in the explosion, but thankfully ejecting from her cockpit at the last moment.

"Continue the assault!" She yelled into her communications, narrowly dodging a swift machine gun fire and falling headfirst into a deep trench, surrounded by enemy soldiers.

"A woman!" They yelled to each other, as they smiled in sadistic grins. "Hello, pretty lady." As they grabbed Serrin's gun from her and rammed her into the ground.

"I've had enough of this." She murmured, twisting her wrist around and grabbing the soldier, ripping his fingers out of their sockets, and throwing daggers from her sash to their eyes, leaving her path back onto the battlefield clear once more.

Speaking into her communication, she asked, "Matriarch Ashili, how well is your offensive underway?"

Whereas Ashili, from her own, replied with a hail of vicious artillery fire around in the background, yelled back, "We're taking heavy losses against Murun! We need assistance!"

"When do you need them?"

"Anytime soon will suffice! Nahk's fortress is too powerful. We can't fight off his entire defensive army alone!"

"Hold on, I'm almost done. I'll rally what's left of my army and bring them up the river to help you."

"I do hope you do it quick enough."

OOC:Also, wouldn't it be kind of godmoding if Edward turns into a ice wall and starts deflecting bullets? This is kind of modern tech here.

OOC: Edward created a ice wall not became an ice wall.

IC: The Shadow Foxes took down the Aurians and Mashtrak near them as fast as they could. Head shots on most of them But they did take losses. Over 50 of them have falling in battle. They continue their attack on the enemy.

"Kill them!" He yelled, his frantic notion getting the better of him. "Stop them before they report the assasin's death to the king!" Saerus pointed his gun, and fired, taking one down, but the othes only sped up, and it became much harder to aim, let alone fire at them when there was so much firepower around him.

"Kill them all!" He yelled, motioning both soldiers from both countries to take down the fledgling riders. The Matriarchal armies had taken out Aur's communication beforehand, if these riders get to Haasdra, then their efforts will be for endless naught.

Hearing Saerus call, Edward ordered all the howitzers to fire at those rider. Then from above came the 15 Phantom IIIs “Phantom Gold to Prince, what are our orders?” asked the lead pilot.

“Drop your bombs on the retreating riders. Stop them at all cost.” order Edward. Then he order all units out of the way.

“Roger that, my prince.” said the lead pilot. Four Phantoms shot towards their targets and started dropping their payload. Six BL-755 Napalm bombs fell on top of the enemy from each plane. If 24 bombs did not stop them, Edward had no idea what to do.

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