RP: The Northern Empire

[Henry Avery]

In that case we would need to protect our own troops, as many of my armies still use plate armor. Plus the tanks we use are made almost entirely of metal.

[Meliva]

Emily just nods

Think of this as like an artillery barrage- it won't be used the whole battle-just at the start to weaken the enemy, then when the troops move in, we stop using the gas. The rain shouldn't hurt your troops so we can keep using it the whole battle, or turn it off as well depending on the circumstances.

[Henry Avery]

The king nodded, thinking once more.

I just realized- what's to stop him from simply hiding out in his fortress? He's no doubt very well prepared for a siege.

[Meliva]

Emily shrugs

If he tries to hide out in his fortress, we can just drop bombs and fire cannons until the whole thing is rubble. I doubt he can hide-his body is a giant flying ship unless he moved it again. Even then, so long as we cripple his armies, and arm Avonmora, it doesn't matter if he survives-without local allies or followers, he won't be able to produce weapons, tech or soldiers. Once Avonmora starts to catch up, he will never be able to brute force his way to conquering it again-and we can keep him from ever acquiring the land and people he would need to do a typical invasion. We just need to be vigilant for any tricks or him trying this stunt in another land.

[Henry Avery]

I will say only this: Dreadbolt has failed because he acted rashly. I know from experience that he is an expert at playing the long game. For all we know, he may intend to be defeated here. He's lived long enough that he knows human nature, and given time, people will grow lax and overconfident. We must kill him here and now, or there's no telling what havoc he might wreak in the distant future- because your family won't always be around to protect the common folk from him.

[Meliva]

Emily shrugs

Honestly, my family has been around for ages, and odds are will continue to be around. We have long memories. If Dreadbolt escapes here, he will not be able to hide for long in Avonmora, where we hold most of our power. Plenty of agents and folks in our pockets. I'd be more worried about your side watching out for him. Though he could flee further south or go to the far east or west. The far east we have some friends but very little power. After this is all over, we plan to try to expand our power in the west. But I agree- best to kill him here and now if at all possible.

[Henry Avery]

The week passed quickly, and before they knew it, they stood before a portal that would take them to the wasteland that stretched beyond the walls of Dreadbolt's fortress. Before them stood the entire might of the Imperial Lydriatic Legion, a force some 17 million men strong. The king stepped up to a podium and began to speak, his voice magically magnified.

Gentlemen, we march to war today to save not just our southern neighbors and allies, but Lydrian itself, and the world beyond. We fight a war for all of humanity- for if Dreadbolt wins, there will be nothing standing in his way on his quest to wipe this world clean and remake it. We fight to save Creation itself from the gaping black maw of the Void. Today, we fight God's war. Now...let us cast Evil back beyond the veil.


With this, the men cheered, and it was a truly awe-inspiring sound, like thunder crashing. The ground trembled as the army marched forth in lockstep, on foot, on hoof, on tread, and on wing. Drumbeats rattled a percussive thunder, and the clink of metal on metal was unceasing. Rank upon rank of men passed through the portal, and yet still the end of the army was out of sight beyond the horizon.

[Meliva]

Eloth decides to be on the front lines, meanwhile Emily is hanging back building golems to send in as reinforcements if needed. Veera meanwhile keeps tabs on the portal, making sure it stays stable and active.

[Henry Avery]

As men marched through, they got to work digging trenches and setting up large artillery lines, preparing for a long battle. Meanwhile, the Lydriatic Armada came from the north and west, appearing on the horizon as a massive blot of silver and black.

[Meliva]

Eloth and some golems continue marching onward-serving as a vanguard. High above the battle field, storm clouds begin forming, as Zephyra begins creating a storm, while Ellen begins blessing the clouds into holy water.