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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The rain was curtaining the landscape this day, as near the base of Firebough mountain, a single bright red flare is sent up by one of the Reserve unit's mages to light up their location for them seaking to bring aid. There, nestled into one of the natural canyons that dot this landscape, the reserve unit has taken to holding the ground. A force of roughly seventy eight beings are clumped together, most of them armed with a traditional spear and parma, while a force of fifteen archers, and five mages work to provide range support... Though, at the moment, it seems they are spared from the intensity of battle. |
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| + | Their camp is abuz with activity as beings run to and from each area, shouting out orders and commands from a large male equine in a commanders outfit brandishes a sabre while directing them as best as he is able. The rain itself has hampered the defenders some as well it would seem, those approaching from a distance would take note of three of their six cannons being bogged down in mixtures of mud and sand, as some of the cannon crews work to keep the powder charges dry with almost desperate movements. | ||
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| + | "Hurry you lot! Those damned little bastards will be upon us soon! I want four ranks of shields and spears, archers try to get to the top of the right ledge for support! Mages ready in reserves, and get those DAMN CANNONS TO THE FRONT!" The large heavy clan Equine almost roars out as he tromps back and forth under a half raised tent, flicking his tail impatiently. Surely as well, no guard works to hinder the approach of any armed assistants for the moment.<br> <br>These things were getting too close to their doorstep, and Cassidy was not at all pleased about it. Of course she'd be in attendance to help push them back, the dapper fennec slipping in to help reinforce the ranks of the magicians for the time being, until given another directive or need to move.<br> <br>Arriving home to find the local outpost beseiged and in need of help, there was nothing else Natska could do but offer her immediate aid. The jaguar had taken just long enough at home to change into something appropriate for battle, and then she takes the shortcut straight down the mountainside towards the site of the flare, taking up her position with the mages at her wife's side. "Unallowable," she murmurs, tone quiet as she waits. "We will have to teach them a lesson today."<br> <br>Jera made his way to the rear ranks of the archers. "Need someone to call out marks?" She offered, wearing heavier armor than usual and having a battle standard strapped to her back along with her large, serpentine bow.<br> <br>Cara notices the flare while on her way to the encampment. The feline rolls her eyes and walks over to the large gathering of military officials while muttering under her breath, "Typical, the one time I take the long way to the hot springs and this happens." She sighs, and proceeds to take out her sabre. "Alright, I'll help you guys out then."<br> <br>"Move it, Big Guy!" comes the call of a tiny green otter, riding atop a monstrous golem, "We'll miss the party at this rate! To the cannons!" Rain hisses and steams off the golem's shoulders as the little mustelid jumps down from his perch. "Lift those cannons!" he squeaks, "Let's get them stable!" Not one to wait for orders, that one.<br> <br>The Large Equine turns to Cara, motioning the tigress to the ranks of shield men. "Stand ready behind them, if anything disrupts the ranks, you'll be on the crew to take it out." Upon the ridge, a single archer with a seargents insignia upon his helmet dips a head to Jera. "An extra bow is always needed, we haven't seen these things try and fly yet, so we should be good up here to just fire down at them." A thin gazelle reaches out to smack the seargent on the back of the head at his comment. "I swear on the Good's fucking lives, if you just jinxed us Jenkins, I will throw you down there even if it kills me." | ||
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| + | Near the Cassidy and Natska, the mages appear to be mainly younger apprentices, with one older small clan Yorki leading them. "Thank you for joining us dears. I trust you both are knowledgable in the craft?" A few of his apprentices groaning for a moment... Fenris' arrival it seems, is met with a slight cheer from the Cannon crew as his Golem sets to work lifting the stuck device. "You're a life saver, we've got to get it up to the left ridge with the other three, but we can take it now that it's free, give the other three a hand will you?" Fenris's earth magic manages to aid one of the cannons in pushing out, but with the constant rainfall, he has issues easing the third out as well. | ||
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| + | Farther down the ranks, a sentinel at one of the sides gives a shout, a group of ten tattered soldiers missing most of their uniform, armor, and weapons are making a full speed sprint down to the lines while hollaring at the top of their lungs, their voices unable to be heard at this range, but judging from the Company markings of one, they are a reminant of the Commander's forces...<br> <br>Fenris nods at the cannoneers. "One more, big guy," the little otter cheers, urging his golem to retrieve the last cannon from the mud and solidifying the ground as best he can to get the thing to the carts. The little mustelid scrambles up the side of the golem when its task is done to get a better view of the field.<br> <br>Cassidy nods at the senior mage amongst the crew, flashing a smile behind her mask. "Quite. Don't worry, we'll back you up to the fullest of our ability. This is our home they're encroaching on, after all. They're not going to be taking any land around this mountain on our watch." She laces her gloved fingers together and stretches, popping her joints before patting on her spell tome. "How do we want to do this, Natska?"<br> <br>Natska raises her eyebrows at the yorki, then nods her head. "I should hope we are knowledgable, yes. We both study with the three dimensional math project." She nods, then tilts her head to confer with Cassidy a moment. "We unleash hell on them, Cassidy. Every Craige that shows its face around here. We destroy them, and do our best to protect the militia here."<br> <br>Jera draws her bow taut with a marked arrow nocked, waiting to cover fire for the broken squad.<br> <br>Cara nods and dashes to the back of the shield ranks. From there, she notices a rather odd sight. She stares at the new arrival of soldiers in shock with her mouth open. Then she immediately runs to the large equine and yells, "Sir, a large group of soldiers just came by and they look beaten up. I'm only guessing this, but I think the enemy is about to attack us soon." | ||
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28/4/478
Log
The rain was curtaining the landscape this day, as near the base of Firebough mountain, a single bright red flare is sent up by one of the Reserve unit's mages to light up their location for them seaking to bring aid. There, nestled into one of the natural canyons that dot this landscape, the reserve unit has taken to holding the ground. A force of roughly seventy eight beings are clumped together, most of them armed with a traditional spear and parma, while a force of fifteen archers, and five mages work to provide range support... Though, at the moment, it seems they are spared from the intensity of battle.
Their camp is abuz with activity as beings run to and from each area, shouting out orders and commands from a large male equine in a commanders outfit brandishes a sabre while directing them as best as he is able. The rain itself has hampered the defenders some as well it would seem, those approaching from a distance would take note of three of their six cannons being bogged down in mixtures of mud and sand, as some of the cannon crews work to keep the powder charges dry with almost desperate movements.
"Hurry you lot! Those damned little bastards will be upon us soon! I want four ranks of shields and spears, archers try to get to the top of the right ledge for support! Mages ready in reserves, and get those DAMN CANNONS TO THE FRONT!" The large heavy clan Equine almost roars out as he tromps back and forth under a half raised tent, flicking his tail impatiently. Surely as well, no guard works to hinder the approach of any armed assistants for the moment.
These things were getting too close to their doorstep, and Cassidy was not at all pleased about it. Of course she'd be in attendance to help push them back, the dapper fennec slipping in to help reinforce the ranks of the magicians for the time being, until given another directive or need to move.
Arriving home to find the local outpost beseiged and in need of help, there was nothing else Natska could do but offer her immediate aid. The jaguar had taken just long enough at home to change into something appropriate for battle, and then she takes the shortcut straight down the mountainside towards the site of the flare, taking up her position with the mages at her wife's side. "Unallowable," she murmurs, tone quiet as she waits. "We will have to teach them a lesson today."
Jera made his way to the rear ranks of the archers. "Need someone to call out marks?" She offered, wearing heavier armor than usual and having a battle standard strapped to her back along with her large, serpentine bow.
Cara notices the flare while on her way to the encampment. The feline rolls her eyes and walks over to the large gathering of military officials while muttering under her breath, "Typical, the one time I take the long way to the hot springs and this happens." She sighs, and proceeds to take out her sabre. "Alright, I'll help you guys out then."
"Move it, Big Guy!" comes the call of a tiny green otter, riding atop a monstrous golem, "We'll miss the party at this rate! To the cannons!" Rain hisses and steams off the golem's shoulders as the little mustelid jumps down from his perch. "Lift those cannons!" he squeaks, "Let's get them stable!" Not one to wait for orders, that one.
The Large Equine turns to Cara, motioning the tigress to the ranks of shield men. "Stand ready behind them, if anything disrupts the ranks, you'll be on the crew to take it out." Upon the ridge, a single archer with a seargents insignia upon his helmet dips a head to Jera. "An extra bow is always needed, we haven't seen these things try and fly yet, so we should be good up here to just fire down at them." A thin gazelle reaches out to smack the seargent on the back of the head at his comment. "I swear on the Good's fucking lives, if you just jinxed us Jenkins, I will throw you down there even if it kills me."
Near the Cassidy and Natska, the mages appear to be mainly younger apprentices, with one older small clan Yorki leading them. "Thank you for joining us dears. I trust you both are knowledgable in the craft?" A few of his apprentices groaning for a moment... Fenris' arrival it seems, is met with a slight cheer from the Cannon crew as his Golem sets to work lifting the stuck device. "You're a life saver, we've got to get it up to the left ridge with the other three, but we can take it now that it's free, give the other three a hand will you?" Fenris's earth magic manages to aid one of the cannons in pushing out, but with the constant rainfall, he has issues easing the third out as well.
Farther down the ranks, a sentinel at one of the sides gives a shout, a group of ten tattered soldiers missing most of their uniform, armor, and weapons are making a full speed sprint down to the lines while hollaring at the top of their lungs, their voices unable to be heard at this range, but judging from the Company markings of one, they are a reminant of the Commander's forces...
Fenris nods at the cannoneers. "One more, big guy," the little otter cheers, urging his golem to retrieve the last cannon from the mud and solidifying the ground as best he can to get the thing to the carts. The little mustelid scrambles up the side of the golem when its task is done to get a better view of the field.
Cassidy nods at the senior mage amongst the crew, flashing a smile behind her mask. "Quite. Don't worry, we'll back you up to the fullest of our ability. This is our home they're encroaching on, after all. They're not going to be taking any land around this mountain on our watch." She laces her gloved fingers together and stretches, popping her joints before patting on her spell tome. "How do we want to do this, Natska?"
Natska raises her eyebrows at the yorki, then nods her head. "I should hope we are knowledgable, yes. We both study with the three dimensional math project." She nods, then tilts her head to confer with Cassidy a moment. "We unleash hell on them, Cassidy. Every Craige that shows its face around here. We destroy them, and do our best to protect the militia here."
Jera draws her bow taut with a marked arrow nocked, waiting to cover fire for the broken squad.
Cara nods and dashes to the back of the shield ranks. From there, she notices a rather odd sight. She stares at the new arrival of soldiers in shock with her mouth open. Then she immediately runs to the large equine and yells, "Sir, a large group of soldiers just came by and they look beaten up. I'm only guessing this, but I think the enemy is about to attack us soon."
