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While I could include something like that, i'd prefer not to for the sake of characterisation. In this battle, I intend for Otto to be heroic, make a scene, then get one-shotted harder than that swordsman in Indiana Jones.
Raptorman said
I'm working on a post myself now.I do think at some point in the future a single combat fight between Vel'Nardoc and Lesalikl would be quite an interesting thing to write. lol
Aw really? I was planning on being friiiiiiiends.
Though I wouldn't risk it. LesaLikl has the highest win-chance of any commander in the game.
SyrianHamster said
Yeah, I love it when it rolls a 'Single Combat'.Congratulations on your victories. Be wary though, mankind is a resourceful bastard when thrown into a corner!
Yep! Time to retreat into my corner and hope for the best!
SyrianHamster said
French army attacking the Humlon was totally obliterated, with 10,000 casualties. However, the Humlon defending force was also dealt a heavy blow, with 3,000 casualties. Technically a draw, but both armies are broken. Kaliningrad Oblast fell to the Isarimer with spectacular efficiency. All human militia destroyed, Isarimer lost 600. Region is now in NewSun's hands. Now, what we've all been waiting for: Emperor Otto launches pre-emptive strike against Poland, losing 40% (4,800) in the process, but dealing out 70% to the Isarimer defenders. (2800)Hellwalker Warhorde obliterates the Hamburg militia garrison, losing 800 Isarimer in the process. Emperor Otto wheels around from Poland and counter attacks, leading to a pitched battle outside of the burning ruins of Hamburg. Despite being out numbered, the German Emperor manages to deal 40% (5920) to the Isarimer force, but is by LesaLikl, Beast of the Shadow. Cut off from retreat and deep in hostile territory, the remaining soldiers of the Reich's army melt into the forests, leaving Germany in the hands of the Isarimer. In conclusion, the Holy Roman Empire has been significantly weakened, and it will likely take several seasons for their army to gather enough strength to challenge the Isarimer on the battlefield again. Their Emperor is dead, striking fear and civil strife into their lands. However, the Isarimer have also suffered heavy casualties, but not on a crippling scale.
Beyond epic.
This will make a beautiful post.
AlienBastard said App is a WIP, i’ll finish it later and with input from newsun on how interactions could go with contact.
I'll get on looking it over in the morning. That's a monster of a NS
We ride big birdies though.
I rather vaguely just placed them everywhere. I figured it made sense that a native race would be widespread on their home planet. In any case, wherever you wish to put yours, just mention in the application that the Dacyirii aren't present in that area to avoid any confusing clashes later on.
Well it was a pretty awesome summary, actually. I'd feel bad if it was not included in some extent within the RP, so i'll probably (with your permission) take some of those mentalities and ideologies and apply them to some of the other tribes on the planet. Could lead to some interesting contrast.
Sure. I had designed the Dacyirii as the 'main' natives, given their whole namesake deal, but other, less populous races could logically exist too. The Dacyirii are widespread, technically on all the continents, but i'm sure we can work something out. PM me if you want to iron out any details!
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ARMY CARDS
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CZECH LANDS AND HAMBURG
Three Lesser Breeds stood in the shadow of a titan. They stood, trembling, obviously having drawn some form of short straw to find themselves in this position. They kept exchanging worried glances, and even the Lesser Breeds were monsters by human comparison. The thing they stood before was like a mountain given form, a shape that radiated a feeling of fear and remorse. It was adorned with a hundred skulls and a string of Human hands around it’s neck, alongside many more exotic and otherworldly trophies to signify conquests long passed. It towered over even the tallest Isarimer, dwarfing the proudest Lorenvolk; and it started, frightfully, into the very soul of the three Lessers sent to address it.
“Warmaster LesaLikl…” One started, before the next took over.
“The Human forced retreated-“
“Silence”
The three lesser Breeds immediately killed their address at the slightest earthy rumble of LesaLikl’s voice.
“Mention them once more… And i’ll remove your skulls for my collection. The Human cowards are of no concern to us. Let them run to their city. They are too afraid to fight us, so we will return for their skulls once the hunt has concluded. We continue North. This ‘Emperor’ in ‘Hamburg’ falls. Emperors make for the best feasts. We assault his encampment in four days time.”
“Yes Warmaster” all three replied at once, wasting no time to do so.
“Do not address me again. Or you will all die”
LesaLikl stood, apparently to dream of bloodshed where his Warlords would not disturb him with endless pitiful attempts at favour.
KALININGRAD OBLAST
The Human Militiamen had not even stood to fight. One sight of the fierce Isarimer and their courage had faltered, they turned and ran like startled sheep, leaving their duty to defend their country behind, along with their dignity and honour.
UkhEklo had been pleased, yet also strangely disappointed with the performance of his first true human adversaries. He had hoped for more from them, but expected no less. His impressions were not helped in the slightest by the lingering cowardice that his foes displayed: hiding behind their entrenchments, feeling safe behind their so called ‘defences’, words a true warrior needed not to fill his head.
The weather complimented the grim and painfully bleak outlook for the Human resistance. UkhEklo stood against the rain and wind, both splattering off his grotesquely muscular frame with a series of incessant pitters and patters, his blood-caked hair blowing slightly in the chilled autumn breeze. Isarimer surrounded the Human Militia in their garrison from every side, although being at a very slight disadvantage in numbers, they had the overall advantage, walls or no.
“You Humans!” He cried, addressing the Garrison from the ranks of barbaric warriors encircling it. “You piss yourselves at the thought of battle! Is that how you want you bitches to remember you? How you want your offspring to recount your tales?”
He spat to the ground, throwing his blade into the churned mud alongside.
“You only have two choices!” he bellowed. “Quit cowering in your boots and face your deaths like men, and you will die fast! Or…”
He gave a moment of silence for the finality of the ultimatum to sink in amongst his prey who were inevitably listening in. “Or you can continue to cower like animals; you will die last. Your women will be raped, your children will be eaten. You will watch, we will peel your eyelids from your putrid faces and we will devour your hearts!”
“YOUR LIVES ARE FORFEIT, YOUR LAND BELONGS TO THE ISARIMER. DIE WITH DIGNITY OR DIE IN THE DIRT, IT MATTERS NOT TO US!”
ARMY CARDS
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CZECH LANDS AND HAMBURG
Three Lesser Breeds stood in the shadow of a titan. They stood, trembling, obviously having drawn some form of short straw to find themselves in this position. They kept exchanging worried glances, and even the Lesser Breeds were monsters by human comparison. The thing they stood before was like a mountain given form, a shape that radiated a feeling of fear and remorse. It was adorned with a hundred skulls and a string of Human hands around it’s neck, alongside many more exotic and otherworldly trophies to signify conquests long passed. It towered over even the tallest Isarimer, dwarfing the proudest Lorenvolk; and it started, frightfully, into the very soul of the three Lessers sent to address it.
“Warmaster LesaLikl…” One started, before the next took over.
“The Human forced retreated-“
“Silence”
The three lesser Breeds immediately killed their address at the slightest earthy rumble of LesaLikl’s voice.
“Mention them once more… And i’ll remove your skulls for my collection. The Human cowards are of no concern to us. Let them run to their city. They are too afraid to fight us, so we will return for their skulls once the hunt has concluded. We continue North. This ‘Emperor’ in ‘Hamburg’ falls. Emperors make for the best feasts. We assault his encampment in four days time.”
“Yes Warmaster” all three replied at once, wasting no time to do so.
“Do not address me again. Or you will all die”
LesaLikl stood, apparently to dream of bloodshed where his Warlords would not disturb him with endless pitiful attempts at favour.
KALININGRAD OBLAST
The Human Militiamen had not even stood to fight. One sight of the fierce Isarimer and their courage had faltered, they turned and ran like startled sheep, leaving their duty to defend their country behind, along with their dignity and honour.
UkhEklo had been pleased, yet also strangely disappointed with the performance of his first true human adversaries. He had hoped for more from them, but expected no less. His impressions were not helped in the slightest by the lingering cowardice that his foes displayed: hiding behind their entrenchments, feeling safe behind their so called ‘defences’, words a true warrior needed not to fill his head.
The weather complimented the grim and painfully bleak outlook for the Human resistance. UkhEklo stood against the rain and wind, both splattering off his grotesquely muscular frame with a series of incessant pitters and patters, his blood-caked hair blowing slightly in the chilled autumn breeze. Isarimer surrounded the Human Militia in their garrison from every side, although being at a very slight disadvantage in numbers, they had the overall advantage, walls or no.
“You Humans!” He cried, addressing the Garrison from the ranks of barbaric warriors encircling it. “You piss yourselves at the thought of battle! Is that how you want you bitches to remember you? How you want your offspring to recount your tales?”
He spat to the ground, throwing his blade into the churned mud alongside.
“You only have two choices!” he bellowed. “Quit cowering in your boots and face your deaths like men, and you will die fast! Or…”
He gave a moment of silence for the finality of the ultimatum to sink in amongst his prey who were inevitably listening in. “Or you can continue to cower like animals; you will die last. Your women will be raped, your children will be eaten. You will watch, we will peel your eyelids from your putrid faces and we will devour your hearts!”
“YOUR LIVES ARE FORFEIT, YOUR LAND BELONGS TO THE ISARIMER. DIE WITH DIGNITY OR DIE IN THE DIRT, IT MATTERS NOT TO US!”
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