• This section is for roleplays only.
    ALL interest checks/recruiting threads must go in the Recruit Here section.

    Please remember to credit artists when using works not your own.

Our Holy Realm (RP Thread(still open)

(╯°□°)╯┻━┻ 


Political:


Dominus tries his hand yet again at rallying his neighbors, Black Roost and the Deldren, against the heretics in the north. His Couriers rush across the corrupted lands of the north, into fortress of the Black Roost and into the Capital city of Karaz, informing the leaders of both States that an Incursion into demonic lands was imminent, and that their forces should be at the ready if they are willing to assist. Corvanian forces will rush the alternate banks of the river near faith and quickly reinforce the Black Roosts forces farther north. Hopefully, the Deldren can then reinforce behind the Corvanians and clear up any pockets of resistance before assisting in the push to secure a joint-occupied port town on the shore of the Bay of Todsich. The Couriers stand in the hall of either recipient, awaiting their response.


@Demonsoul


@Keidivh


Military:


the forces at faith prepare for incursion. 


Crusaders polish their swords, riflemen clean their weapons, and shield-bearers and spearmen practice their phalanx and attack formations. Artillery operations fire test shots across the river at pockets of amassing demons, simply testing the weapons. Barons oversee their outposts progress and begin to give small rallying speeches to get their morale as high as possible for the battle to come, it was undoubted that many of them would die in the battle to come.


meanwhile...


a small group of crusaders cross the river and kidnap a patrolling demon and vampire, with bags of their heads, the infidelic beasts are hauled back to Faith and interrogated. They are poked with needles made from many different materials, inquisitive Barons attempting to find if a specific material is particularly effective against each beast.


Research:


Mechanical


steam tanks (3 more turns)


rifle scopes (1 more turn)


Carbine rifles (awaiting)


steam-powered Gunboats (awaiting


Magical


blessing of purity (immunity to vampiric indoctrination) (awaiting)


blessing of rage (troops fight with more intensity/have more stamina)


@Comrade Wubzin
 
Last edited by a moderator:
A new empire flows into existence.


Rising from the desert sands, as if formed by the combination of wind and sand, are the cities of Aradia. Marble wonders that used to stretch across the desert, an Oasis of Trade and commerce. Until their world was taken from them. The old empires of the Insectans and Anubians swept across the sands and nearly wiped the Aradian's from existence. That was, until, a man named Ahmed rose to power and formed an army near that of the old Aradian tyrannical age. Seeking vengeance for their lost lands, the Aradians are openly hostile to the Anubians and Insectans, but those within their cities are feared by the populace. Citizens whom are neighbors to Anubian and Insectan citizens, stay up at night hoping they won't climb through their windows and slit their throats while they sleep.


Although they are a formidable foe, Aradia still holds its tradition of trade and commerce to heart. Wonderful clothing, architects, and spices reside in the lands behind the desert mountains. Only if one is to make the pilgrimage.


The demon and vampire advance halts, but not for a good reason(ooc reason: trying to keep up with the current demon-vampire soon-to-be-battles is hard, plus lets get some stuff stirring with our own empires)


Most demon forces pull back, only focusing on the stubborn dwarves and the humans of Black Roost, leaving the empires of the south to their own selves. "To their own demise."- As the demon and vampire lords chortle to themselves within their hellish realm.


Battle of Black Roost


The demon army had arrived. A sea of red, purple, and green monsters in armor with horns marched through the bitter cold. Amongst them, were titanic beasts.


cloudy_red_devil_thingy_by_ravens_raziel-d304q0i.jpg



Black Roost has dealt with many demon horrors, but this was something different. With its height, it could merely leap over the walls of Black Roost. Vampiric archers line the surrounding mountains as flying demons advance as the first wave.
 
Last edited by a moderator:
Battle of Blackroost


A wave of messenger birds fly from the north. Birds native to the land north of Faith. The great fortress of Blackroost has been besieged... And destroyed.


thumb_dark_burning_castle_1271442407131.png



The letter's require no response, the tell a message of sadness and death. Sentences of how thousands of soldiers have died, how the titans tore through the famed walls of Blackroost. But yet, they carry a warning. An obvious message of how the demon invasion will march south, to three prime targets. The Karak's of the Deldren, the northmost settlements of Corvanna, and the coastal cities of the Vierin Provinces. Two of these have faced this threat before, but all three haven't faced these armies.


(due to lack of involvement, blackroost has been eliminated)
 
Dominus could sense his allies wouldn't come to his aid, and as such, he would have to defend himself with his own forces. Three extra legions move to reinforce the northernmost border, as the Darragh legion digs in around the capital.


as magnified rifle scopes flood to the front lines, the riflemen are now also prepared for longer-range engagements, effectively creating a new "marksman" class. Artillery begin to focus their aim more towards where they believe a massive demon will be, rather than where a group of smaller ones would be. Fortresses and castles erect along the border, preparing for the battle ahead.


@Comrade Wubzin


Research:


•steam tanks ( 2 more turns )
 

Marik's Peak Front


latest


 


It didn't take long for the Deldren engineers to set up a deadly array of defenses for the oncoming horde of the Great Enemy. Mighty walls were constructed in the vast expanse that was the Underway, inlaid with runes of protection and warding so to withstand the assault of demonic siege engines. Atop them the Iron Crossbows and Thunderers aimed their sights down the great highway, waiting impatiently to unleash their payload upon their eager foe, and more importantly carry on the age old contest of which armament was superior. The traditional crossbow or the mighty Thunderbuss. After what seemed like a century of waiting, a rumble could be felt in the very roots of the earth itself. Deldren Thanes called out to their soldiers, Deldren Shields amassing at the front , smashing their axes and hammers against their shields, giving a thunderous roar of their own to challenge the chittering, ravenous hordes that grew ever closer. And at the center of the front stood the Iron Commander of the Dhrong, Belegar Ironhammer himself, his Hammerers gathered around him, each ready to give their life for their lord and the Everlasting Realm. Meanwhile the Iron Wardens remained in the rear, waiting for the moment they were needed most in grim silence.


 


Before the battle began to rage however, unexpected reinforcements arrived from the Karak of Zhufbar itself, bringing more Shields, Breakers but most surprisingly the Iron Drakes. None had expected this experimental technology to have been completed with such speed, and the Engineers Guild of Zhufbar took great pride in this impressive accomplishment. Moving to the front lines to bludgeon the first strike. Belegar gave nothing more than a nod of acknowledgement to the newly arrived force. They knew their place, as did every other Deldren here. As the last of his forces fell into place, the demonic horde had arrived. Ranging from masses of chittering creatures to ferocious warriors, accompanied with monstrosities not even the most twisted of minds could conceive came into view, charging through the crumbled and broken gates of Marik's Peak in a great tide of madness and death.


 


"Centuries ago my brothers, these beasts flooded from the Forsaken North. They took Marik's Peak, and countless other Karaks. Today we avenge the fallen, the desecration of our homes. We will strike the grudges laid against us with Blood, Gromril and Gunpowder. Baruk Khazad!" The Deldren Dhrong echoed the war-cry before even their voices and that of the demons was drowned out in a hail of artillery fire. The mighty Iron Bombards and Grudge Throwers unleashed a horrifying torrent of firepower and tearing great holes into the demonic ranks. As they grew closer the Organ Guns opened up as well, great hails of shrapnel began to rip through their ranks.


 


Finally the Iron Drakes turn came, their weapons unleashing the fury of the long forgotten dragons of old upon the horde. The Battle for Marik's Gate had begun.


 


 


Corvanic Expedition


art-05.jpg


When the courier from the Crusader State asked for military aid the Iron King sent him away without a response. For strangers to ask the Deldren to sacrifice their own for them... It was shocking to say the least. Deldren valued many things, but nothing more than the lives of their own. The Deldren population was nowhere near as robust as it once was, and they wouldn't give up the  blood of their warriors for nothing. Many of the High Council dismissed the request with nothing more than a boisterous laugh of dismissal. But the Iron King wasn't quite as hasty. To turn down aid in the fight against the Great Enemy was foolish, and if this Corvania fell, the Everlasting Realm would stand alone in the north. It was to great a risk, yet none on the High Council would agree to send another Thane to lead a Dhrong to the manlings aid. So Thuradin Grudgeheart called forth his eldest son to do the job none of the other lords would do.


 


Gathering his personal Dhrong, Thror Grudgeheart marched from Karaz-a-Karak, the Everpeak itself to the foreign lands of Corvana. It was a strange place, and it wasn't long to the great mountain chain of the Iron Spine were but distant specks. It wasn't long before they reached a small yet heavily fortified town on a river, where multiple human legions had seemed to gather, preparing for the Great Enemy as best they could. Marching to the towns perimeter, Thror strode before his Dhrong to the sentries. "The Deldren have answered your call. The Iron Folk will stand with you against the Great Enemy."


 


Diplomacy


The emissary in the Storm Lands bowed to the king of the Stormlands upon his offer, "Your soldiers are appreciated my lord. They shall be treated as our own, I swear upon the Ancients themselves. As for trade... I see you lot lack cannons. We may be able to assist with that."


OOC: Speed up the research for the cannons?


 


Everpeak, Heart of the Mountain


Erebor_2.png


 


Thuradin had given his thanks to the Insectans for their pledge for aid, giving his own in return. Their lands were distant from this war, they didn't need to bother with it. Such an offer was well respected. But dark news followed these productive talks. Black Roost had fallen, a hold that had held for so long against the demons, washed away in a tide of horror, fire and blood. Once again the High Council was called, this time gathering all the kings of the holds together under one roof. The loss of such an ally was a heavy blow, and left the Deldren as the next target. And it was evident what their first mark would. "Gather the Dhrongs to Karaz-Mortnek, the blood of our old friends will be avenged with Deldren steel. As multiple Dhrongs gathered to the most northern Karak, led by none other than the Iron King himself.


 



 


OOC: So where would my tech be at?
 
Diplomacy


Once Kaladin recieved news that Blackroost had fallen, he quickly began to increase the number soldiers being trained. However, now he needed to focus on his own battle. He also wrote a letter of thanks for the Deldren's offered assistence, the dwarves would be good allies in the days to come. Now his battle drew night, and he travelled to the frontier. 


Army: 


The Storm Lord's army face the coalition army and begin magical bombardment with with summoned storms. 
 

Users who are viewing this thread

Back
Top