The War of the Phoenix and the Lion

"In the name of your Forefathers, those that were my brothers in forging our free land, we must fight! Too much blood has been spilled to ensure the freedom of our land, the education of our children, and the rights of religion..to let a mere pussy cat take it from us. We will stand today, as the proud Aros Company of the Repulic States of Pheonixia. 

You have come from lands stretching from the Western Expanse all the way to the Land Tiller's State! You have joined to ensure the freedoms of your people! Do not hesitate on this day, for it may be your last. If you should die, embrace it with pride knowing you gave all for those who give some! You are Phoenixians! You are the pride of our land! Let us claim their lives and show the Overworld that NOBODY will ever be able to push back the might of the Republic States of Phoenixia!"
Zaltos shouted to his men as they ran off whoever was trying to scout them, boosting their morale one more time before the soon to come battle would unfold. 



Zaltos stood at the forefront of his military. If a leader ever stood out, it was Zaltos himself in full armor. In the Overworld, he had been seen in light armor, battle armor, but never his full Phoenix Armor. His armor had a base color of a crimson red. Each piece of armor plating was decorated with a yellow brass, adding flare and intimidation effects to his armor. The armor was a very fine representation of Zaltos, the Phoenix, and the Republic States of Phoenixia.

The air around him was blurry, the ground steamed and smoked beneath his feet, and the bark on the trees within a foot of him would ember. With every step he took, he left a mark of his power. Bursts of fire would erupt from him at different points, as if trying to catch something of fire. With one steady breeze through the forest, a wildfire could erupt. 

In his right hand he carried a broadsword crafted of unknown metals that stretched eight feet. Down the center of this was a gold piece with engravings of the Celestial language and Cuneiform. The sword was a representation of his age and power, rumored to posses the same power as the first Phoenix, Zaltos being the second Phoenix. He would carry this mighty sword in one hand, as if it was light as a feather.

In his left hand he carried a shield that was shaped like a triangle. On the front of this shield was a Phoenix with the All Seeing Eye of God on it's chest. Inside the All Seeing Eye of God was the Eye of Ra. This shield matched his armor. This shield was highly enchanted, capable of absorbing and reflecting large amounts of magic all while being able to withstand the jaws of a dragon.



Behind the mighty Pharoah who stood about seven feet in height, was an army. They were garbed in an armor with golden sand and copper tone to it. Throughout the army was an array of soldiers with varying weapons and experience. Despite the speech, Zaltos knew that there was a few fresh recruits. He couldn't waste most of his veterans in a battle of the border, they were needed for others battles.



In the front was a large company of 350 mounted soldiers, the cavalry of the Republic States of Phoenixia. They rode upon the mount The Phoenix State used themselves, the Archaniox Rhino. This specific company of mounts were armed with glaves extending eleven feet in length(weapon in picture) and other various pole arms. A force design to run through the front line with little resistance. These soldiers had extra focus in the armor surrounding their calves, ribs, left shoulder that they lead their body on the mount, and chest; the main spots that would be struck in close range combat.


Behind this company of 350 cavalry was an astounding force of archers numbering about 500. They were skilled archers, and they were ready for battle. They carried their bows in the hands, ready for orders. They marched in the shadows of the cavalry, trying to keep themselves hidden. Each archer's arrows were dipped in poison from the Giant Tarantula's glands. One slice from this arrow and death was upon them. 

In position, behind these archers, was a force of 1,450 foot soldiers. Many carried swords and shields, but there was a mixture of polearms, dual sword users, and broadsword users. Designed for destruction, these soldiers showed no mercy on an enemy, working like a well oiled machine on the battlefield. Even with such a mixture, shields did line the front, creating a wall.

In the mix of these soldiers were two high powered mages as well as four low level mages. These mages would generally carry a healing spell or shield spell. The soldiers closest to them would be the hardest to kill, as if they were juggernauts. With light armor, these mages relied on the soldiers and their magic.

As the force moved forward, a series of siege weapons would move to the front of the foot soldiers, adding another row of defense to take on their front lines. Unlike the Aaeden's and their ballista, the Republic States of Phoenixia preferred the catapult. With ten large catapults and twenty smaller catapults, they would capitalize on the destructive force of these old fashion air strikes.

In the lands to their east, a second force was readying to combat the enemy when the time came. Five hundred more archers kept quiet. This force was to act like snipers. They would wait to see if any flanking maneuvers would be attempted by Aaeden, and if so, they were to rain hell upon their forces. If the time never came, they would do nothing. 

The archers in the east, another company was in the West. This company was the actual force that Zaltos set up to flank the enemy. With 335 more mounted soldiers and 1,535 foot soldiers, they would wait for the battle to begin. They would attack regardless, but preferably after the front lines of the enemy were broke. They would also initiate their attack should the enemy be able to overpower their brethren. 

Behind the entire force, was a medical squadron. These were non-combat beings who would treat both sides of the battle. In their mind, war was wretched, and they needed to help all they could. While others were taking it, they were trying to save it. This force hoped that Aaeden would acknowledge their neutrality and use them.


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And the line was drawn....

The first formation of military force under the Republic State of Phoenixia made their way from the woodlands, at least most of them. The flags filled the air, creating a gold and white sea full of Phoenix symbols. Their sight was astounding. Setting up positions with the same filing system they marched in, it would definitely match, if not overwhelm the size of the Aaedens visible force. 

From an outside perspective, it would surely be a spectacle. Half the field covered with blue and gold Aaeden flags, and the other with gold and white Phoenixian flags. Even with a few hundred yards apart, the tension could be cut with a knife. Two proud nations, both fighting for completely different reasons, but both reasons that their people supported.

Zaltos stood in the front, looking across to that of Jorech. He'd take a flag from the nearest soldier and plant it in the ground. Zaltos would stand behind this flag, allowing Jorech to only get glimpses. With the flag flapping in the wind, Zaltos would look like he was standing inside a gold and white flame. Above him, an eagle of some sort would let out a mighty scream.

"Men... it is time to make an offering to the Six Faces, an offering that will show them what will become of them! Let us send those that threaten our freedom and people to the pits of Hell to suffer under the will of Amun Ra! PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"

With that, the soldiers finished their positioning and began to take their stance. They would pound on their armor, creating a sound that echoed like ten thousand drums on the back of a thousand elephants. They would shout 'Amun-Ra' in unison. This was their way to build moral while trying to intimidate their enemies. They all knew that their life could be over in the next few minutes, but they'd face it with the mentality that death was their bitch.