I'm considering joining using a technopath/super-intelligence styled character. Probably a company worker, given the megacorps.
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Well Gerard is making his way towards other people now. Where he is headed will be sorted after he uses his "ancient divination spell".
The Vincerra family secret technique!?!?
Glad we've got some more demons now too
@Canidae
That's fine, this weekend has been busy for me so its stalled my sheet. But honestly its just putting what I have in mind to word at this point.
That's fine, this weekend has been busy for me so its stalled my sheet. But honestly its just putting what I have in mind to word at this point.
Zaphiel
Port, Capitol City
Zaphiel flapped her wings from her perch atop her Battleships upper control tower. The situation in the city was transforming from a mere skirmish to an actual battle by this point. Thankfully, they had been rather succesful during that phase of the battle. The majority of civilians near her perimeter(or the souls leftover, in many cases) had been evacuated to the relative safety of the port.
In theory, the situation was rather stable. By all accounts the Church had secured nearly a fourth of the city, the majority being along the river. While only around half that had been properly fortified and sanctified, it was good news. Had they been any slower, the situation would've probably become grim. The next phase of the Demon General's attack had begun, and the freshly arrived Heavenly Host was being mauled.
Balthazar's fog had enhanced the prowess of the various daemons attacking the city. Reports began to stream in from her scouts and vanguard of intense skirmishes with low rank daemons. By approximation, Zaphiel had guessed each had gone at the very least a step up from their previous rank. In other words, Imps were now more or less actual threats. Removing imps from an area would no longer be just systematic cleanup; it'd be a battle.
With their technique, skill, and equipment, her lighter vanguard had been routing the Imps fairly thoroughly. Now they were an actual threat, and their entire advanced had slowed or halted. If higher ranked daemons got involved, it'd be likely that forces beyond her perimeter of control would be pushed back. In other words, the skirmish phase of this battle had truly ended. Thankfully, however, her forces had been more or less ignored. She supposed it was natural. Almost everyone at the port was human, though retreating angels were increasingly falling back into her lines.
It was annoying. If the situation was any less dire, she'd shoo them off. But this was no time to allow distrust to get in the way of removing the Great Enemy. At the very least, she'd provide the Heavenly Host a place of safety. But it'd be up to them to secure a part of the city for themselves to base at. The attack from above had clearly scattered their forces, and they needed to rally and regroup.
One of her angelic attendants wordlessly floated near her, awaiting commands. Zaphiel decided to give her one.
"Direct our shock troops and special forces to the sewers, along with the necessary support. Tell them to sanctify the sewer water and advance to positions ahead of our frontlines and await the word. Tell them to not engage the enemy until then. Prepare the rest of our main forces for a lightning advance, and ensure our gun emplacements are ready. The vanguard must hold on its own for now." Her tone was neutral as ever, yet the lives of an entire army and all those still in the city remained in her hands.
If the forces of Heaven did not act now, there would be no chance at victory. The forces of Hell were over powering the Heavenly Host. While her army was potent, it was never one focused around the endless power of Angels or Demons. It was reliant on the strength of man, which was never found in brawn or even magickal potential.
If this situation was to be salvaged, they would have to decisively regain the initiative. That meant a counter attack at the exact right moment. The situation was grim, however. With the medium class daemons emerging to find worthy foes, it wouldn't be long before the vanguard was attacked. There was no doubt they'd be thrown back or wiped out, but they had to hold. This could not and would not become a siege. That would be to Hell's advantage, especially with the daemons boosted by the fog they absorbed.
So for now, they had to get the daemons off balance, even for a moment. Finally she left her perch, flying toward the airspace above Downtown. She kept her pace slow enough that any angels along the way could join with her. It was time to engage the enemy commander.
Zaphiel had her attendants fly off to notify Achilles and Aquilina of her intent with all due haste. They were the best suited to this task, after all.
Port, Capitol City
Zaphiel flapped her wings from her perch atop her Battleships upper control tower. The situation in the city was transforming from a mere skirmish to an actual battle by this point. Thankfully, they had been rather succesful during that phase of the battle. The majority of civilians near her perimeter(or the souls leftover, in many cases) had been evacuated to the relative safety of the port.
In theory, the situation was rather stable. By all accounts the Church had secured nearly a fourth of the city, the majority being along the river. While only around half that had been properly fortified and sanctified, it was good news. Had they been any slower, the situation would've probably become grim. The next phase of the Demon General's attack had begun, and the freshly arrived Heavenly Host was being mauled.
Balthazar's fog had enhanced the prowess of the various daemons attacking the city. Reports began to stream in from her scouts and vanguard of intense skirmishes with low rank daemons. By approximation, Zaphiel had guessed each had gone at the very least a step up from their previous rank. In other words, Imps were now more or less actual threats. Removing imps from an area would no longer be just systematic cleanup; it'd be a battle.
With their technique, skill, and equipment, her lighter vanguard had been routing the Imps fairly thoroughly. Now they were an actual threat, and their entire advanced had slowed or halted. If higher ranked daemons got involved, it'd be likely that forces beyond her perimeter of control would be pushed back. In other words, the skirmish phase of this battle had truly ended. Thankfully, however, her forces had been more or less ignored. She supposed it was natural. Almost everyone at the port was human, though retreating angels were increasingly falling back into her lines.
It was annoying. If the situation was any less dire, she'd shoo them off. But this was no time to allow distrust to get in the way of removing the Great Enemy. At the very least, she'd provide the Heavenly Host a place of safety. But it'd be up to them to secure a part of the city for themselves to base at. The attack from above had clearly scattered their forces, and they needed to rally and regroup.
One of her angelic attendants wordlessly floated near her, awaiting commands. Zaphiel decided to give her one.
"Direct our shock troops and special forces to the sewers, along with the necessary support. Tell them to sanctify the sewer water and advance to positions ahead of our frontlines and await the word. Tell them to not engage the enemy until then. Prepare the rest of our main forces for a lightning advance, and ensure our gun emplacements are ready. The vanguard must hold on its own for now." Her tone was neutral as ever, yet the lives of an entire army and all those still in the city remained in her hands.
If the forces of Heaven did not act now, there would be no chance at victory. The forces of Hell were over powering the Heavenly Host. While her army was potent, it was never one focused around the endless power of Angels or Demons. It was reliant on the strength of man, which was never found in brawn or even magickal potential.
If this situation was to be salvaged, they would have to decisively regain the initiative. That meant a counter attack at the exact right moment. The situation was grim, however. With the medium class daemons emerging to find worthy foes, it wouldn't be long before the vanguard was attacked. There was no doubt they'd be thrown back or wiped out, but they had to hold. This could not and would not become a siege. That would be to Hell's advantage, especially with the daemons boosted by the fog they absorbed.
So for now, they had to get the daemons off balance, even for a moment. Finally she left her perch, flying toward the airspace above Downtown. She kept her pace slow enough that any angels along the way could join with her. It was time to engage the enemy commander.
Zaphiel had her attendants fly off to notify Achilles and Aquilina of her intent with all due haste. They were the best suited to this task, after all.
Things are really starting to heat up.
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