Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 15, 2016 17:56:41 GMT -8
She held back tears as her sword cut the head off of one of her officers. Many of the dead lying around her had been her friends, her family, and now they were lying dead on the streets of a foreign city. This magical plague had to be stopped here, the effect on morale for any long-term campaign against them would be tremendous, constantly having to put your own comrades-in-arms down for a second time as they fell, burning their bodies so that all their loved ones would receive is ashes. If they were lucky.
Liz was grateful to have never fought against Aaedan's military before. Archers were usually the biggest threat to the Riders, and, even undead, the Aaedan Rangers had unfortunately proven to be among the best she had ever faced. They had caused the only casualties among the Griffin Riders, though the ground forces had caused a few to the Riders-in-Training.
In the waning light of the day she could see the approach of a large force from the direction of the Port, and faint glimpses of aerial Riders confirmed it was the rest of her Legion.
"Let's get the wounded mounted up and on their way back to the encampment, we shall meet the rest of the Legion there, and then deal with the large group. That airship should be able to hold them off long enough for us to regroup and strike as one."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on May 16, 2016 3:40:58 GMT -8
(Because this spell isn't aimed at anyone, I decided to not use a charge turn but if anyone objects and wants me to do so I will happily re-do this.)
Ildesias began to feel empty, with a deep breath taken to try and fill the void that left him feeling no better. Men and women were dying with every minute that passed, while he remained isolated beyond the fortification wall and unable to do a single thing to help them. "Sariandi, we are going over the wall," he eventually revealed, taking his hand and hovering it over his feet while a bright blue-white glow formed around his hand. Then in a quick whisper of his ancient native tongue this light shot into and surrounded his feet, the effect passing similarly to Sariandi as he waved his hand towards her.
Then suddenly, they would find themselves unburdened by gravity. "Hurry, the effects won't last but thirty seconds," he warned while he began to climb into the air as though steps were forming under his feet with every movement. Soon he would reach the top of the fortified wall and step onto it, eyes glancing around to try and find at least one sapient soldier he could talk to.
"Where might I meet the persons in charge?" He asked while he scanned what fighting he could see.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2016 7:55:32 GMT -8
An irregular soldier spoke, "Queen Nyx has taken the battle inside the city. She marches on the palace. The 3rd legion and Berlow's forces have created a safe path." The young man's tone was a worried one, "We have been ordered to hold this position, please go aid the queen as we cannot."
The gate to the city was open and ildesias and his companion would have no trouble moving to the central plaza where the queen was already fighting Aaedan's Undead Legions.
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on May 16, 2016 10:36:38 GMT -8
Nodding briskly at Ildesias, Sariandi freed her feet from the stirrups and took to the air much as her companion did, joining him atop the wall and surveying the situation at hand with cold blue eyes. What a right mess this was. She breathed a soft, annoyed sound, and then muttered.
"I hate undead." Her gaze flicked to the soldier as he addressed herself and Ildesias, and once he'd said his piece, those eyes once again turned to the Elven man at her side. She spoke softly once more, her voice pitched just loud enough for him to hear. "Sounds like that is where we should start. This Queen may prove an asset in our mission." Recruiting this Nyx woman to assist in their self-assigned task of necromancer destruction might prove just the edge they needed.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on May 16, 2016 14:04:12 GMT -8
"You're right of course, we should reach the queen as soon as we are able. From there, we can try to figure out where the source of this scourge is," he addressed Sariandi, before turning to the soldier who gave Ildesias the information and nodding to him. "Thank you, we will do that. Your city will be saved yet my friend, so do not fret over this foul magic. We will contain it and destroy it."
He drew his elven blade then to prepare for any battle that might await him ahead, before bowing to the soldiers on the wall and climbing down to the ground below inside the city. With the gates open, he set off running in the direction specified with due haste.
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on May 16, 2016 15:28:05 GMT -8
Without another word, or with addressing the soldier at all - or even really acknowledging his existence, now that he'd served his purpose - Sariandi flung aside her cloak and leaped down off the wall. She slowed her descent with a brief pulse of psionic energy so that she landed lightly on the ground, then took off after Ildesias, running swiftly. This was going to be an adventure.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312 
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on May 16, 2016 18:33:40 GMT -8
Shintaro arrived on horseback from the southlands, after his initial successes in Fareen he had heard of the situation from Beliar. He was told how important it was that he did something to stop the catastrophe and rode with a small squad of elite troops. He would stop at the gates to state who they were, "I am Shintaro Nishida, leader of Aozora, we've come to help."
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2016 18:53:37 GMT -8
The erected fortifications took his attention even from the air, standing out against the once cleanly built city. And from where he was well above, even he could see the forces at work within the walls, though what made the separation between the two human factions within the streets was not evident from his position. The colossus of a dragon lowered himself well beyond the gates, careful to keep some distance for landing and to avoid causing too much chaos by the gusts whipped up by his wings. A single massive paw padded the earth first, followed by another and then the two forepaws lastly - likely to make the earth around him rumble and shake from his landing. The giant wings folded in and he stood proud; the winged mountain. From here, it was a matter of trying to figure out the situation - or be addressed - before he himself took action, as well, or even consider moving in towards the city.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2016 1:15:08 GMT -8
The Ireegulars manning the foritification would address Shintaro quickly. "Then help! The Queen is fighting in the heart of the city and a large force of undead approach from the east. Pick one and goe help deal with the monsters." They were dealing with several undead and were too busy to care what allies had come and too low in the chain of command to know what to really tell him.
A pack of undead squirrels had assaulted one poor irregular Aaedanian. Fast, agile, hard to kill. "What a pain... Die you nut loving bastards! I'll use your children for stew!"
And then the dragon landed and the earth itself shook withs landing. "I hope that giant is on our side." The men would continue dealing with undead leaving the matter of the dragon and Shintaro to those of higher position.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 17, 2016 3:14:37 GMT -8
With a sigh, General Finch landed near the massive dragon and the Warlord.
"The soldier is absolutely correct, the Queen fights in the center, Raynor in the Northeast, and I am about to engage their reinforcements in the East, the power seems to be emanating from the center, so small bands of elites like you have Warlord are likely going to do the most good in the city."
She paused to take a breath, St. George snorting as he crushed a few squirrels beneath his mighty talons.
"Mighty dragon, I leave the decision up to you, all the civilians in the city are dead or gone, so as long as you dont land too close to the soldiers they should be fine."
She saw the first of her soldiers landing in the Fortifications and begin to form up in an attack pattern.
"My forces assemble, we shall be attacking there reinforcements within the hour."
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2016 12:39:02 GMT -8
With a sigh, General Finch landed near the massive dragon and the Warlord. "The soldier is absolutely correct, the Queen fights in the center, Raynor in the Northeast, and I am about to engage their reinforcements in the East, the power seems to be emanating from the center, so small bands of elites like you have Warlord are likely going to do the most good in the city." She paused to take a breath, St. George snorting as he crushed a few squirrels beneath his mighty talons. "Mighty dragon, I leave the decision up to you, all the civilians in the city are dead or gone, so as long as you dont land too close to the soldiers they should be fine." She saw the first of her soldiers landing in the Fortifications and begin to form up in an attack pattern. "My forces assemble, we shall be attacking there reinforcements within the hour."
His voice booms despite how he tries to keep it quiet for the sake of those near him. "What of the gates? Are they all sealed to prevent this... plague from escaping?" His nose would twitch and his face scrunch up in distaste - he was starting to taste something of undead in the air. That would explain the earth's cry as magic reanimated them and tore them up from their resting places. Necromancy never sat well with the giant. |
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 17, 2016 12:44:57 GMT -8
She blinked, and St. George dug his talons into the ground as the Dragon faced them.
"I do not believe so, and doing so now would see the living soldiers in. The most effective seal we have now is ourselves."
A glance over her shoulder revealed that the Undead from the Eastern Warfront were nearly there, it was time to act. She drew her saber and saluted Tuesirth.
"If you will excuse me mighty dragon, I must go deal with that."
She dug her heels in and St. George pushed off into the air, his powerful wings enabling them to quickly reach the necessary heights. Her Riders joined her there moments later.
"We must not let a single one of them through Dawn Riders! Now, with me!"
She always led from the front, and saw no reason to change that now that she was a General. Underneath the griffin Riders, were the Riders-in-Training, riding hard to keep pace with the griffins.
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Post by The Free States of Isra on May 17, 2016 12:50:35 GMT -8
Their General's plan was simple, yet elegant in its execution.
As the Riders approached the undead horde from the air and the land, the lightest Riders would be in front, sending flight after flight of burning arrows into the undead ranks. At the last moment, they would peel away, heading for the either flank of the undead force, showering them with arrows as they rode along their front line.
Behind them rode the Heavy Companies, spearheading the main fighting force of the Dawn Riders. This line would slam into the undead horde at full speed, using their weight and heavy armor to send their foes reeling. They would fight their way to the flanks, with the Griffin Riders landing alongside them to cover their flanks, then form up behind the Light Companies, ready to do it again as the Medium Companies did as the Heavy ones did, exploiting the gap created by the Heavies before fighting their way to the flanks and repeating the maneuver again.
Now it was time to implement the strategy. As the Light Riders wheeled away, the Heavy Riders slammed into the Undead ranks.
The impact could be heard across the field of battle.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2016 14:20:36 GMT -8
Tuesirth exhaled heavily, akin to a sigh. This was a mess in of itself, with the forces of the living and dead mixed within the city walls. Thus impeding whatever large scale assistance he could have provided. He scoured the city from where he stood, rising up on his hind legs for a better view, and noted the shuffling of undead forces in a particular section with no resistance. That was probably the best he would get. He made a massive leap over the fortifications and the heads of those on the ground, aimed to crash right into the northwest district of the city.
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Raynor of the Celadine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 45
Physical Description: 5'8"
Clothes and Equipment: Adorned in the shamanic furs of the head of the Celadine Clan, Raynor also wears light, magically enhanced metal armor plates on his body. His primary weapon is a one-handed war hammer, his secondary a small buckler shield.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 19:10:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raynor of the Celadine on May 17, 2016 22:39:39 GMT -8
The titan which had been struck with the arrow fell to the ground with a mighty thump, but slowly it would get back up. If the Dawn Riders had missed any of the archers, the titan and its friends would crush them.
Raynor's remaining forces were still in relative stand-by, so the mounted mage corps continued to gather up mana while waiting for even more undead to potentially strike at them. (Charge 3). Still, they at least had the sense to position themselves closer to the undead hoard of 3000.
The presence of the massive dragon was... exciting, but nothing new. Many soldiers muttered to themselves, "Heh, bet Va'nei is bigger."
As their forces positioned themselves towards the undead hoard, a few of the mage corps used up their magic to enchant the mounted archer's long bows with explosive fire magic. Their arrows would now be far more effective against undead.
It seemed like, between Belrow's forces, the Isranian Dawn Riders, and Viddik, the hoard wouldn't stand a chance. Even so, the 80 longbow archers would unleash a hail of arrows at the undead hoard from a long distance, carefully timing their volley to avoid hitting friendly units. They were supported by a handful of wyvern archers.
The runic minefield created by the now busy falcon corps would mostly be wasted on undead squirrels. Hilarious, but a waste. Any runes that hadn't already exploded would have dissipated by now.
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Xel'rath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: If Xel'rath has a true form, it is unknown as to what it really looks like. It can take on the appearance of anything or anyone with complete perfection.
Clothes and Equipment: None, Xel'rath can conjure anything it needs along with it's many forms.
Player's online availability : Unknown
Registered: Nov 3, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xel'rath on May 18, 2016 9:29:16 GMT -8
Outside of the fortifications, on the outside of the perimeter Xel'rath would appear. He appeared in a swirling mass of darkness, it's pure blackness a stark contrast to the surrounding landscape no matter how dark it was. This was true darkness, a void of any light and consuming any light cast upon it. This darkness would eventually coalesce into a more familiar form for most.
As the darkness faded a lone man would stand before the fortifications. He had straight black hair of medium length, and a face that spoke of Gauldinian origins. He wore a black cloak with the hood down to show his face to those who defended the fortifications.
Outwardly, the man stood his ground a good twenty meters from the outside gate, yet the infinite and foreboding presence of Xel'rath's consciousness crept ever closer to the walls, seeking contact with any along the tops of the makeshift walls. Once contact was secured he would relay whatever information was necessary, letting them know he was part of a top secret Isranian organization, The Black Tower, and was sent to end this conflict at its root.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 19, 2016 12:15:58 GMT -8
In contrast to Xel'rath's dark form, Jun would arrive on the back of Lum'Valia 's holy dragon form. "My god..." She could see the presence of arrows, scorch marks, and charred bones all around her. It was a melancholy sight indeed, to see what had become of Aaedan. Even though technically they had once been enemies, no nation deserved something like this. As she was lost in meditation she then witnessed earth titans lumbering in the distance. After being informed by her fellow Land-Tillers that her father was doing a sweep of the city, Jun couldn't help beam with pride despite the circumstances. Not only was Raynor alive and well, but he and his forces were apparently kicking ass. They were instrumental in securing the wall and had, with assistance, wiped out the zombies in one of the city quadrants. She also noted the familiar faces of the Isranian Dawn Riders. She recognized Ralakor's forces too, though she hadn't had much contact with the friendly undead. Lum'Valia's presence made her feel much better about the whole thing. She felt she had enough energy for one good battle. |
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2016 17:01:06 GMT -8
The irregular Aaedanians had a momentary respite from the undead. One greeted the newcomers, "Welcome to what is left of our fine city-state. Come to assist like so many others?" The young woman only looked momentarily at Xel'rath, something about the person making her uneasy.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2016 18:46:40 GMT -8
Their General's plan was simple, yet elegant in its execution. As the Riders approached the undead horde from the air and the land, the lightest Riders would be in front, sending flight after flight of burning arrows into the undead ranks. At the last moment, they would peel away, heading for the either flank of the undead force, showering them with arrows as they rode along their front line. Behind them rode the Heavy Companies, spearheading the main fighting force of the Dawn Riders. This line would slam into the undead horde at full speed, using their weight and heavy armor to send their foes reeling. They would fight their way to the flanks, with the Griffin Riders landing alongside them to cover their flanks, then form up behind the Light Companies, ready to do it again as the Medium Companies did as the Heavy ones did, exploiting the gap created by the Heavies before fighting their way to the flanks and repeating the maneuver again. Now it was time to implement the strategy. As the Light Riders wheeled away, the Heavy Riders slammed into the Undead ranks. The impact could be heard across the field of battle. The front lines of the undead lowered their spears and dug their shafts into the ground. The heavy riders would splinter the bones of the ancient heroes of the Eastern Warfront but the undead's spears would pierce the armor of the heavy cavalry. Their formation would be broken and shattered. The arrows of the light cavalry would delay the undead from reforming their formation as well as destroying them with well placed arrows. The undead was now splintered into two formations, between them splintered bones and injured cavalry. Those undead able to move would abandoned the front lines that were pilfered with arrows and created two separate tetsudos. Old shields and spears pointed outward to prevent cavalry and archers to easily harm them. |
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on May 19, 2016 21:01:22 GMT -8
Lum'Valia felt her heart break at the sight of so much death and destruction. The gentle holy dragon was filled with sorrow that a place that had once been home to so many had fallen. She can feel Jun's distress as they land and she talks to her country men. This was going to be a hard battle, even if they were fighting against the dead Lum didn't feel right fighting. Still if it came to fighting the dead to save the living she would. The dragoness began to sing a song filling it with her magic amplifying her aura of divine love.
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