Assault on Firebough - RPLOG
Participants
Date
4/5/478
Log
The setting of the sun casts an orange shade upon the mountain this day, those present from the initial approach of the craige would find themselves gathered just beyond the lip of the caldera. The booming thunder of the cannons along with the cracks of muskets near the top signaling the fight against the Craige forces that are currently attempting to make their way up the mountain, though have found hinderance to the natural advantages of the defenders. The Equine Commander is at the fore of those gathered, thick ornate armor and a gilded warhammer at his side as he looks over all present. "Men and Women of our kingdom! Today we stand in the face of ones that would attempt to butcher us, but shall instead fall at their own folly! As our front line holds them back for these precious moments, we shall advance to the second line along with the Musketeers granted to us by our king, and what Mages we have been granted! We have ensured a clear killing field for those at the front to fall back past, so we can ensure maximum usage of our weapons, and death of the enemies of our people!"
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.
