Anabstercorian
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Defense tactics!
All right, here's what I'm going to be doing.
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Anabstercorian flashes in to existence above the Godspires, instantly whipping out his staff and emitting thunderous, cataclysmic blasts of power that level entire battalions of enemy forces instantly, sending waves of molten lava pouring down the mountains towards them.
<< Red goo isn't important, is it? Let me show you Red Goo... >>
And then come the dragons. Vast, virile reds, screaming, feral whites, roaring, hissing blacks, all coated from head to toe in invulnerable Red Steel, their teeth capped with razor heads and their claws fitted with Red Steel coatings. They fly in to the swathes of enemy forces and tear tanks apart with their bare hands, ripping open state of the art ceramic alloys like tinfoil.
<< Let me show you the Will... >>
Enormous Neothelids, the size of redwoods, smash out from the ground below the Solistarim forces, and my people give a great cry of glee as they use their True Telekinesis abilities, which they can use at will, to launch vast crystal spheres filled with nitroglycerine and Red Steel shrapnel, which crash in to the enemy lines with ungodly force. The shockwave alone shatters skulls and sends organs shooting out orifices - The shrapnel, moving faster than sound and sharper than dwarven swords, tear open bodies and tanks and through magical armor as though it wasn't there. Dozens of these spheres rain death upon enemy lines.
<< Let me show you the Magic... >>
Our finest mages lay waste to their battalions, unleashing all of their power with Meteor Storms and Horrid Wiltings.
<< Let me show you the Gun... >>
Anabstercorian teleports underground, sprinting at top speed, mowing down Empire troops with ease as he goes, moving with the practiced finesse of a 3th level Fighter, 20th level Monk, and 10th level Gundancer.
And then, Anabstercorian gets an idea....
The battle stops, abruptly. Both sides have gotten fervent orders to Stand Down, Dammit! The Eternal Empire forces are stunned and confused, as are the Solistarim.
At last, the general of the Eternal Empire expeditionary force walks out, wearing a powerful helmet of mental shielding, and stands strong as Anabstercorian floats to the ground, dropping in front of the general and bowing.
<< We pledge allegiance to you, Lord Frehernel. The Solistarim are at your service. >>
He nods. "Then your people will be spared..."
Bowing, Anabstercorian smiles....
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OOC: One word, Edena. Dictum. We Enthrall the leader of the expeditionary force. If that doesn't work, well, you know our defense tactics anyway.
All right, here's what I'm going to be doing.
*************
Anabstercorian flashes in to existence above the Godspires, instantly whipping out his staff and emitting thunderous, cataclysmic blasts of power that level entire battalions of enemy forces instantly, sending waves of molten lava pouring down the mountains towards them.
<< Red goo isn't important, is it? Let me show you Red Goo... >>
And then come the dragons. Vast, virile reds, screaming, feral whites, roaring, hissing blacks, all coated from head to toe in invulnerable Red Steel, their teeth capped with razor heads and their claws fitted with Red Steel coatings. They fly in to the swathes of enemy forces and tear tanks apart with their bare hands, ripping open state of the art ceramic alloys like tinfoil.
<< Let me show you the Will... >>
Enormous Neothelids, the size of redwoods, smash out from the ground below the Solistarim forces, and my people give a great cry of glee as they use their True Telekinesis abilities, which they can use at will, to launch vast crystal spheres filled with nitroglycerine and Red Steel shrapnel, which crash in to the enemy lines with ungodly force. The shockwave alone shatters skulls and sends organs shooting out orifices - The shrapnel, moving faster than sound and sharper than dwarven swords, tear open bodies and tanks and through magical armor as though it wasn't there. Dozens of these spheres rain death upon enemy lines.
<< Let me show you the Magic... >>
Our finest mages lay waste to their battalions, unleashing all of their power with Meteor Storms and Horrid Wiltings.
<< Let me show you the Gun... >>
Anabstercorian teleports underground, sprinting at top speed, mowing down Empire troops with ease as he goes, moving with the practiced finesse of a 3th level Fighter, 20th level Monk, and 10th level Gundancer.
And then, Anabstercorian gets an idea....
The battle stops, abruptly. Both sides have gotten fervent orders to Stand Down, Dammit! The Eternal Empire forces are stunned and confused, as are the Solistarim.
At last, the general of the Eternal Empire expeditionary force walks out, wearing a powerful helmet of mental shielding, and stands strong as Anabstercorian floats to the ground, dropping in front of the general and bowing.
<< We pledge allegiance to you, Lord Frehernel. The Solistarim are at your service. >>
He nods. "Then your people will be spared..."
Bowing, Anabstercorian smiles....
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OOC: One word, Edena. Dictum. We Enthrall the leader of the expeditionary force. If that doesn't work, well, you know our defense tactics anyway.
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