Revision as of 04:39, 5 May 2015

Participants

• Cara
• Cassidy
• Cirra
• Fenris
• Frio
• Natska
• Rainer

Date

4/5/478

Log

Aboard the incoming airship, a grizzled looking Corgi woman struts before the volunteers, her commanders insignia polished upon her jacket as she motions to those present. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am not here to give you a speech, but rather your orders. We shall be landing as close to the lip of the caldera as we can, and upon doing so, will remain for all the wounded, and civilians we possibly can retrieve, to be loaded up before -we- return! You lot will join the defending forces along the lip, under the local commanders orders. Remember, priority is to ensure any wounded, or non-combat personel are brought -off- the field -alive-!"

Cara nods and answers, "Understood." The feline smirks for a moment. The weather is looking just right for her to finally try something out if the need arises. Unfortunately, said need involves the loss of lives, so hopefully the fire won't be needed at all.

"Ah, it's just like old times." Rainer remarks, mostly to himself, hands on hips and hair... a complete mess, thanks to the wind. He's not even trying to straighten it out, not that there'd be much point while they're still in motion anyway. "Well, except the king was fighting right up with us back then, too. But he gets enough glory and praise as is anyway, right? More for us this time!"

With the proximity to home, Cassidy was there early. Even before the airship had arrived, she was hanging around near the back in her mask and suit, hiding the look of annoyance that was on her face. She remains quiet, just leaning over against Natska to whisper something to the jaguar.

Cirra herself shivers a bit. She's gotten super unlucky in most combats she has been in, doing damage but ultimately getting dragged out of the fight. She hopes to amend that this time, and is running through her Kata as she waits.

Natska tilts her head, then gives Cassidy a small nod, sighing softly. She murmurs something back to her fennec and gives her shoulder a squeeze, then straightens up, settles her black domino mask in place, and takes her spot with the other mages as she begins gathering her magic about herself. "Very well. I will not hold back."

Fenris is ready and waiting, standing near Rainer on the windy ridge, his considerable fluff blowing and waving in the wind. "I am sorry I missed that, Rainer," he says, "But if the King isn't here, it just means more points for you, right?" He carefully checks his gear. Heavy, sleeveless coat, silver plates strapped onto his fluffy arms and legs and rather vicious looking black and silver gauntlet on his right hand. "This ought to be something else!" he says with an expectant grin.

As the airship approaches, those aboard get a full view of the Craige assault, waves upon waves of the lizard like elementals weilding basic weapons are surging up to the settlement... Some may make a strange note, that the Craige in their singular focus are neglecting the Cinderglow estates. This couldn't just be an ordinary conquest for them if they arn't attacking all things present...

The Airship wastes no time for sights though, as it turns low and makes it's way over an entrie company of cannoneers and musketeers that are currently firing down upon the Craige. A large spike pit holds the remains of a large rhino like craige, while a plethora of walls and trenches have given the defenders a huge advantage in holding the craige back! Though, as the airship comes to a jeering halt just beyond the rim of the Caldera, the boarding plank is dropped and the dozens of volunteers begin to shuffle out. "Come on then! Out to the main group with you lot!"

The large Equine, Commander Targustus, raises his gilded warhammer as he looks over the reserve group. "Ranged forces! To the lip! The front will be falling back soon, and we shall cover their retreat! Melee, to the right Flank! You shall act as the axe to our block in cutting the head from these vermin!" At his words, most of the mages and apprentices approach the rim, along with a few of the archers... The rest of the archers holding farther back, near a blockade over the dedication spot.

Cara is the first one out of the airship and she runs directly over to the main group with the determination of a ready fighter. So far, everyone appears to be set in a duo, so the feline might as well find a partner for this as well. As she searches around the area, she smiles from the sight of the norse shark. "Hey!" The feline dashes over to the mute nurse shark and continues, "Want me to help you out with this?"

Rainer chuffs, casually stroking the pommel of the sword strapped at his hip with his thumb, as were eager to unsheath it. "That's right. And when I get the high score, you'll be covering my shifts for a month!" Wait, what? Does he get to just arbitrarily declare bets like that? The pup's brows lift when his attention falls to the ground below and he gets a gander at the surging Craige legions. "...Uh, you might need to keep count for me, too. I don't think I can go that high." On the ground, the swordswolf sets out to join the flank, though out of nowhere he seems to have taken ill. "...why'd he have to talk about cutting heads off?..."

Cassidy heaves a little sigh and cautiously makes her way with the magician unit, nodding at Natska and muttering something else under her breath, tail flicking behind her. "Yes, we'll go all out on this, I suppose. Don't have much choice."

Cirra moves to join Cassidy and Natska in the mage group. She is rather hard to place, given that she is mainly good at area control but also capable of going one-on-one with certain enemies. She waves to the others, confused by the statement of going all out.

Natska gives Cirra a small nod as she spots the nurse shark. "Good, Cirra. I am glad to have you." Her expression, and her tone, are as unreadable as her mask. "We are in a target rich environment, and if they try to tunnel past the defenses, we'll need a good earth mage to shut them down." Natska gives Cass' shoulder a small squeeze, then takes her place on the lip of the caldera and begins calling up her storms, holding them back on a hair's trigger until they are needed.

Fenris snickers a little as he steps up to join Rainer, closely followed by a lumbering, mole shaped golem. "Sure thing, Rainer," the tiger says, "But if I win, you get half of my training punishments." He waits for the word to charge, ready for the front line to drop back so he can get in there and cause a little havok! Deciding that this is a good a time as any, the tiger bangs his metal gauntlet rhythmically on the side of his golem and sings an age old Creator war hymn! BANG BANG CRASH! BANG BANG CRASH! "Buddy you're a boy! Make a big noise! Playin' in the street, gonna be a big man someday!" he sings, expecting others to join in. Always a performer.

"FALL BACK! FALL BACK FROM THE FRONT!" Is called out along the musketeers as they grab their stuff and turn to make a run for the lip of the Caldera as the Craige forces begin to peek over the top of the ridge... Three Cannoneers whom stayed at their post, pouring shot into the ranks of craige are quickly overran, their screams drowning beneath the waves of stone scales and fire fueled eyes as the Craige chased after their initial prey. "MAGES! COVER!" Targustus orders out from his spot as he pulls a musketeer to safety. "Musketeers, reload and regroup behind the reserves!" An interesting strategy to force the craige to suffer for each inch with ranged volleys it seemed... And from the powder burns on some of the guns, one could only imagine how many they already brought down!

"INCOMING FROM THE REAR!" is shouted from the archers near the dedication sight, as they begin motioning in the direction of the setting sun... The harsh glare having hidden the approach of what looked to be a dozen winged Craige, each more like a dragon than a lizard! Their claws long and sharp, and flames seething openly from their scales as they take to the offensive to the rear of the defenders!

Cara hears the shout and grits her teeth in a rage. "Okay, in that case. A little air magic might be good here. After a tail flick, she runs directly back to the rear in order to handle the dragon. The feline takes the Wing of Aran out and concentrates, hoping to make strong enough whirlwind to either drop the Craige dragons onto the ground or better, direct them into the spike pit. Although the latter is overestimating her ability though.

Rainer half turns towards the cry from behind, face soon scrunching against the glare of the sun, which is when he starts to make out the shapes against the sky. "Guh! Rule 18, guys, c'mon!" The mutt makes a frustrated gesture with his claws, then twists, looking out across the crowd of soldiers. "Zevran! I'm gonna need a boost--" Blink. "Seriously! Why is he never around when the action gets heavy anymore!"

"Rocks don't fly," Cassidy says with a snort, not even pausing to think as she seeks to create some turbulance for the winged creatures, hoping to send them flying into each other and otherwise make flying an awful method of approach. "Not even rocks with wings."

The Nurse Shark smiles as she joins in Cassidy's offensive, casting her own sand storm to the skies, scouring the attackers. It's her own custom spell and is should sting pretty hard. She wordlessly creates the glyphs in her mind as she focuses on the targets.

"Catch their fire, if they breath it at us, love," Natska murmurs. As much as she'd love to swat the flying Craige around like flies as well, Cass and Cirra seem to have it handled, and so she steps up with the other mages from the detachment and turns her will towards covering the front line's retreat. With spells that would be familiar to the commander of the unit by now, she begins calling up a howling whiteout of a blizzard, lacing it with deadly-sharp shards of ice and hailstones.

Fenris finds his attention instantly drawn to the cry of the archers and the winged monstrosities swooping in. "Of course they fly now!" he growls, "Holy Mole! Attack!" He urges his golem forward into the ranks of the craige and charges after with a roar of challenge, golem enhanced arm swinging. "Let the magicians get the fliers!" he cries, "We have work to do here!"

Contrary to Cassidy's belief, it seems as these Craige Dragons are flying with relative ease, even perhaps aided by their own magics! Six of them tumble and crash into each other, falling earlier from the group to face a volley of arrows and musket fire as the archers and arriving Musketeers take their shots!

"Musketeers to the ridge on the double! Mage down to deal with the fliers! Get me some melee to take them on if they land!" No sooner had his orders finished than the first dagon nose dived right into the archers near the dedication sight! Their screams rising as the best disembowls two unlucky rabbits as his compatriarts land amidst the open ground between the ridge and dedication point as well... Seems they had a specific target as well!

Meanwhile, the last of the Musketeers to make the escape slides past the ridge of the Caldera, as Natska's spell coats the area in a thick fog and ice slows the Craige to a near crawl! Perfectly timed as well it seems, as Fenris' golem, himself, and a handfull of shieldmen crash into the Craige as well, felling a handfull as the craige struggle to strike back at the defenders!

Cara opens her mouth in surprise from the sudden landing and immediately glares at the dragon. "No." The feline immediately begins running directly over to the dragon like a crazy maniac. "You won't destroy that point!" She instantly leaps into the air, ready to break the stone dragon into pieces with an incredibly powerful kick.

"But they're going after that... naaagh!" Rainer finally lets his blade see light, putting on his war face ... which is basically just the same happy go lucky face he always has on, but his brows are narrowed a bit, in concentration or such. "Time to send these rocks rollin'!" I bet that sounded SUPER CLEVER in his head. The wolf does what he does best, charges headlong and starts swinging at everything that he doesn't know to be on his team!

Cassidy isn't about to let the other dragons land without a fight, so she quickly employs her magic to try to flip and bedraggle the others, trying to encourage them to keep flying and maybe even try to get away, rather than pursue a landing.

Cirra isn't out of tricks either. She follows her sand storm up with a hailstorm similar to that of the jaguar, enjoying the spray of ice as she batters her foes. She moves a hand to her sword, getting ready for the seemingly inevitable melee.

With the orders given, Natska turns towards the dragons jut behind her. With Cass and Cirra still working on the pack, the jaguar turns her ire on the closest one that had landed, raises her hand, and chops downwards in a knife-edge motion as she focuses on trying to impale it with a lance of ice.

Fenris frowns in dismay as the call goes up that they are targeting the dedication point. His moment of distraction very nearly costs him as a craige club skids past his shoulder, actually flattening the fluffy fur with its passing. "Hey!" he shouts, "Thinking here!" As his mole golem crashes around among the hordes of Craige, Fenris decides to help get a little breathing room, channeling a blast of earth magic through a stomp to the ground.