Roleplay:Conquest

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Overview
A new nation had come and developed in Northern Mobius, seemingly bent on bringing order to lawless cities as well as taking down corrupt officials. Only two cities have been brought down to their jurisdiction so far, and so far, the leader of this group is unknown. Though they are identified by their colors of black, crimson, and gold. What the people on Mobius do is of their own jurisdiction and decision. To some Heroes, they could actually be a harsh dictatorship bent on putting anyone under their tyrannic rule, and G.U.N.'s been keeping close tabs on them (Bastille Icaria) too.

=Rules=
 * No Godmodding
 * No Powerplay
 * No Metagaming
 * No harassment regarding what happens in the RP.
 * Were you to go against Bastille Icaria, it's notable that you've signed a warrant for war, and would by in that way, hold me not liable should a character death occur. Character deaths are non-canon in this RP, although it is within Bastille Icaria's canon to've taken over the current Glacian Capital.

Participants

 * BDO (Host)
 * ToLP
 * Jaredthefox92

The Nation of Bastille Icaria

 * Masked Lord and the soldiers under her command
 * Fayris Shauteier

Neutral

 * Solar (Although his sister is rumored to lead Bastille Icaria, he stays out of her affairs often, that, and the Masked Lord is in her place leading only her troops on the planet. Were the Masked Lord's identity become revealed, he may either become a supporter or an opposer.)
 * Mobian Defense League  (Jaredthefox92, stationed in Eurish)
 * Nature Clan of Mokuhana - Worried of the possible, adverse effects the coming war may have on their homeland, the Nature Clan aims to defend themselves in any way possible. Played by Ryu.
 * The Blood Army - Not sure what the Bastille Icaria wants, so staying neutral is their first approach. However, if they feel threatened, they may attack without warning. [RapidTH]
 * Raje Spite - Staying neutral to avoid conflict, but is waiting to see which side to choose. [RapidTH]

The Lawless (Also count as enemies, but no reason need be given)

 * Arnzarel the Revolting and the Army of the Damned (Jaredthefox92, stationed in Uralia.)
 * The Eternal Army (Jaredthefox92, stationed in Soumerica and Efrika.)
 * Sarihash the Possessor (Jaredthefox92)

Supporters/Allies of Bastille Icaria

 * Magnus Bloodson

Part 1

 * TV News Reporter: "There's been reports of seemingly hostile takeovers occurring in Northmost Mobius..one notable one being of the now-former Glacian capital, which they were on the move after a coup d'etat from the Trinity Organization and trying to regather their strength from there. It would seem that a series of battles are being fought in Northern Mobius from a force that seems to identify itself as Bastille Icaria. Nothing is known on this group thus far. But officials recommend to avoid this glory-seek--"

[A Masked Lord held up the remote and turned the TV off.] "Glory seeking," Hm? "It's just an act to pull together world order, as the Lady had ordered herself. Were it to be for Glory, we would've made it a lot more obvious and would've called ourselves Conquerors...though no doubt everyone on this planet would just assume it's a conquest because of it...Tell the Rangers to scout ahead in disguise."

Word had soon spread to Eurish that these the "conquers" also intended to conquer Northern Eurish as well, the Mobian League Council was call into meeting together to divert the united forces of the MDL in Eurish from peacekeeping on their eastern borders to help bolster Mobian League aligned cities in Eurish.While this was happening members of the Mobian League Coucil decided to send emissaries to the former Glacian capital in order to work out a peace treaty and a stable non-aggression agreement.

[Word would eventually come back that as long as their government wasn't corrupt or inadequate, Bastille Icaria would leave them alone.]

Fortunately word from the emissaries sent to the former Glacian capital were promising. It seems that a non-aggression treaty was in talks and that the MDL might not have to worry about this new threat after all, however deep within the frozen mountains of Uralia another threat was looming, a supernatural one.

[The Masked Lord had sat back.] "......." [(S)He wrote upon a letter and handed it to three Rangers, the letter is proceeded to be photocopied, they then went off to different routes to other locations.]

Meanwhile in the Eastern Eurishian country of Uralia, Arnzarel the Revolting was preparing to lead yet another incursion force into Mobian League territory in yet another attempt to break through their lines and conquer the neighboring cities on his western borders.

[Rangers would take note of this and would head back to Bastille Icaria, giving reports. Bastille Icaria then takes note of this presence, but lies back for now.]

Soon Arnzarel's army started to advanced towards their western bordering neighbors, amongst their numbers were Arnzarel's personal cabal of lesser necromancers, his legions of elite Spearhead warrior zombie units, several of his trained Frost Spiders, and following behind his dreaded Plague Bearers. The demon prince proudly led the march up front and would direct his forces towards their destination when need be. As the giant demon prince slowly moved the ground would tremble beneath his very feet with every step.

[Standing across the room from the masked lord, a large snow leopard stood with a bored expression on his face. From his lack of movement, one could assume he was asleep or resting.]

* * * * * Meanwhile, deep within the Great Forest of Northamer, the Nature Clan of Mokuhana seemed to be on edge. Despite not having access to television sets, an old-fashioned radio had been set up in one of the larger public huts, where a few villagers were gathered around it. The staticky voice spoke of the hostile takeovers of the former Glacian capitol, and something about the 'Trinity Organization'.

[Thankfully though, Trinity's now only here for the Aetherium tournaments that they hold annually, they seem to have lost all other desire to 'be' there aside to this..Of course. That's not to say Solar won't snoop around because of this. That, and knowing him from the news, he'd just jump in regardless.]

* * * * * Arnzarel started to move his forces towards the borders of Vinland for it to be the first victim of his campaign of terror in Eurish. Soon his forces took positions on the hills overlooking the Vinnish borders. The demon prince gazed below at this unkowning kingdom and it's neighboring towns.

"Look at them, all depressed and glazed in snow. A fine first target for a being such as myself. I suppose they might even thank me for brightening up their lives with the excitement I'm about to bring them." Arnzarel said laughing.

Arnzarel then took his hand and with it ordered his undead minions to load the Plague Bearers with their boulders before the sorcerers assigned to each Plague Bearer cast their tainted spells upon each boulder for maximum potency with their plague. When all the boulders glistened with a putrid and mysterious glow of green and yellow Arnzarel turned around and faced the city.

"Now my Plague Bearers, on my command let fly your ordinance and allow this city to be the first to fall under my wrath! Ready! Now, let fly your boulders! Bring the fury of death down upon them!"

One by one, Arnzarel's Plague Bearers hurled their boulders at the nearby village upon hearing his command. Soon the sky was filled by massive boulders being flung into the air before falling down into the village and not only impacting and causing massive structural damage as well as loss of life upon impact, but also spreading their vile plague deep into the city streets.

[Doing so causes alarm for Icaria, although contrary to the thought of a surprise attack and having the advantage, their Rangers are based as informants, which the Lord had sent out earlier had made quite some preparations (who wouldn't notice a large demon walking around with a force reeking with such energy?), as they had them sent out earlier. Ballistae had rocketed the sky, being fired rather accurately at the boulders when they filled the air. Whereas seemingly yellow energy starts to glow throughout three keypoints at the city, the one closest to the border. The one farthest, and the one at the middle of the city, shooting what seems to be a purifying holy energy, combatting the tainted spells and plague. Five notable people ride out of the town on horseback, seemingly in the direction of further of what this Kingdom's territory is.]

"Interlopers! Necromancers ready your minions, Plague Bearers prepare for another barrage!"

Soon Arnzarel's Lesser necromancers conjure up his undead army with their supply of corpses and his forces suddenly spring to life. Arnzarel conjures up his trusty claymore, Ferocity and orders his undead warrors to advance towards the city. Meanwhile he leaves his son in charge of commanding the artillery to strike again where neccissary.

[The undead warriors would start to receive hail after hail of arrows and holy lances. Scouts seem to be abuzz the area. Whatever this force is, they're certainly not hopeless victims. Some lances are even shot at Arnzarel due to his immense size.]

The undead hordes succumb to the lances and arrows, some of Arnzarel's minons are fortunate enough to get hit in the non-essentual part of their undead bodies with the arrows and simply walk them off, others are not so lucky as they are struck with the lances and instantly destroyed. Arnzarel gets hit in the side of the arm by one lance, it burns a maddening burn as the holy lances pieces his demonic flesh, however he is merely temporary wounded and in pain as he pulls it out and tosses it to the ground. While he tries to let his demonic regeneration slowly heal his wounded arm, he begins to charge towards his enemy to close in the distance of their ranged weaponry. Some of his more capable Spearhead Elites charge with him and are much more manuverable and quick than the standard undead zombie

[After seeing the essential parts, the archer and bishops focus on those parts, in the middle of the city's path and Arnzarel's, appears to be a woman, looking at the chaos, but certainly armed.. Soon enough, arrows and lances start to be fired from the skies too, soldiers mounted upon wyverns and pegasi filling the air slowly but surely, as if the people on horseback had returned with help. From their particular height, some may start to notice the Plague Bearers, and continue to rain down little holy light bursts and javelins at them, two working together to conjure up a spell.]

"Air forces, unlesh the Frost Spiders!" Sarihash commands the army stationed upon the hill commanded.

Soon a entire cluster of giant ice covered spiders are unleashed and crawl down the hill to join the undead horde. They fire at the Pegasus and Wyverns with barrages of icy cold spit into the heavens. Meanwhile Arnzarel raises up his shield to defend himself from these arial attacks as he advances closer towards the woman.

[The Frost Spiders are met with what seems to be Pyromancy from at least a sixth of the force, the icy cold spit being combated with various fireballs, but some are hit and start to glide down or fall, after Sarihash had commanded this (which also basically informed them that he was going to unleash something like that..), the lancers had fired their holy lance spells at him, seeing he just gave himself away with the shout. The woman raises her sword, however, the archers from the front as he preoccupies his shield from defending against these aerial attacks makes him susceptible to be hit from the front, multiple black arrows and holy lances making their mark from his large size.]

Some of the Frost Spiders are hit and are burnt to a crisp, still others engage the airborne targets. Sarihash sensing the magic of the lances quickly flew backwards behind his forces to dodge them. He wanted to engage the airborne units but knew it was against his father's plan. Arnzarel gets pelted with a few arrows all around his body, luckily for him non of the lances have struck his heart. However he is suppressed between guarding the Arial attacks from above and wielding his claymore to cast a long range spell against these foes.All he can really do is close more into the distance of this woman to engage her in melee combat.

[The fire spells proceeded to explode, melting the spit and making it fall short due to a liquid's ability to not go as high as a solid would when hit to the air, the pyromancers continued to suppress the spiders, where the others had continued to suppress both Arnzarel and Sarihash. The two fire their spell at Arnzarel, an orb coursing down near him, and then violently exploding, consuming him and his guards in both fire and holy energy (as one hand was on the shield, the other was used wielding a claymore), seeing that no order was given to just attack them, whereas the others had noticeably got in the way. The woman smiled at the sight, as the archers and lancers in the fortification and town behind her had then fired at Sarihash's forces and Sarihash himself. The woman had remained ready for any other things..a longsword and a rapier ready.]

Arnzarel's body burned around him with fire and holy energy, the pyromancy to him was bearable, however the light magic was making him almost vomit as his skin litterally boiled due to it. Arnzarel decided now would be the best time to use his teleportation ability to close in on the one using light magic. He concentrated the best he could hand stared next to ground where the woman was. In the blink of an eye he was able to switch locations and advances all of a sudden to close proximity of the woman.

Sarihash on the other hand preformed a series of evasive maneuvers to dodge the holy lances and some of the arrows the best he could, he took an arrow to the side of his waist, but to him this would be the least of the worries presently. In Sarihash's mind he was able to calculate the flight patterns and speed of some of the projectiles in order to evade them. He then ordered a second barrage fired from the remaining Plague Bearers to be fired upon the city again.

[The Knights in the sky proceed to counter the barrage, whereas more reinforcements arrive, this time on the ground. A Masked Lord would get off of a Fenrir wolf and would unsheath a golden lance, pointing it at Sarihash, the Lord, whoever he or she is, exudes the aura of a war cleric, though the holy aura is that of greater than his or her cohorts, even weakening to a demon. The woman grins, not surprised by the teleportation and having expected a parlor trick (That along with being prepared for such things), she simply sliced out of her instinct the moment he had appeared in close proximity, though it seems she wasn't using holy magic at all...if anything she just stood there.]

Fayris: "Hello~" [The woman had said, staring Arnzarel dead in the eye, whatever this woman had, she had an unnervingly calming aura, although her aura was likewise that of the war cleric's, albeit not as holy but a bit more of a mix between arcane and psionicry, her hair being of platinum blonde nearly considerable to alabaster were it not for it's faint gold tint. Her skin however, was of that color. Lavender eyes continued to stare into Arnzarel's own, but signs could show that this woman was far from being able to be corrupted. As if she's been around demons for so long..]

"You wish to match wits with me, mortal?" Sarihash lets out not showing very much emotion besides grunting in pain for a little bit.

Arnzarel: "Greetings" {Arnzarel's own aura could be felt flowing from him even with his damaged state. His body surged with a mixture of demonic and hint of devine magic. Clearly he was a creation made by someone far greater than himself, however this wasn't to mean that he wasn't powerful as well. She could feel that he was somewhat akin to a demon prince, a poweful greater demon that was once a mortal being but has descended into demonhood. ]