WAR ♞ MARCH ON CENTRAL WEST PLATEAU

[boardmaster]

MARCH ON CENTRAL WEST PLATEAU
20 AUGUST (GLADIA) 2016

The quiet, seemingly unremarkable town of Friedgood doesn't seem like a prime target for a Noir attack. Ask any outsider what a Friedgood local's favorite activity might be, and they’ll likely respond "I don't know, digging?" They're not wrong: Friedgood's primary industry comes from the excavation of precious stones and minerals in the nearby mountain ranges and volcanoes. Those who don't make their living from mining most likely still enjoy digging, as the town is a hot destination for archeologists from the school of Pigeonsblood looking to uncover the ancient secrets of Gammon.

More important than shiny rocks, however, is Friedgood's strategic location within the country, specifically the checkpoint known as Platform 42 and 5/8ths. It forms a stark contrast to the sleepy town it resides in. This bustling travel hub is known as the "Gateway to Gammon", and boasts fast transport to almost anywhere in the kingdom. Security is tight here, with grim-faced Gammon soldiers working around the clock to ensure that criminal activity doesn't stand a chance. Keep your contraband at home — an infraction will cost you heavy jail time. Friedgood is also the only town with a road providing access to Grantebrycge, Gammon's illustrious University town.

By conquering Friedgood, Noir hopes for universal access to all of Gammon.

On the 20th of Gladia, amidst strong winds and persistent thunderstorms, Heroes will arrive to the Central West Plateau. Even surrounded by tall mountain ranges and ominous volcanoes, its ancient wall is truly a daunting sight. A marvel even by modern construction standards, it was built over 300 years ago to defend against hostile nomadic tribes, and remains as strong and sturdy as the day it was built. It also provides an important environmental buffer to the people of Friedgood — the wall is resistant to lava.

Basic info on the war can be found here. All OOC questions about the event may be directed to the thread below.

ONE ♙ The War of Three Armies
It’s time to head to the battle, Hero. You may be walking, riding a mount - your own, or a borrowed spider or boar - or hitching a ride from someone else. It’s a miserable trek to the plateau, but at least you’re not alone. Once you arrive, Verdoni is there to greet you, accompanied by another Gammonian, the commander of this battle.

Pinta [ so god damned salty about not being a naval tactician and assigned to ships ] Ah, yes, the vaunted Heroes I’ve heard so much about. The name is Pinta, ah... naval tactician to Gammon’s armed forces. Ask why and I’ll show you a bloody hell. Anyway, welcome to the Central West Plateau! During ancient times, the volcanoes were said to be a wall of flame that protected Gammon. But if that stopped the Othellians, I suppose I wouldn’t be here, ahaha! Now, with them dormant, we must instead rely upon our steel and our wall. It’s strong enough to protect Gammon even if every volcano in the area were to erupt all at once! At least that’s what the locals say. They didn’t sound too dodgy, but... moving on! If you have any questions, our men will be glad to explain; show you how the cannons work, where the traps are and whatnot. Again, this really isn’t my expertise—oh! Our wizards have been creative as of late. We’ve these wind platforms that will fling those Noirs up, up, up! Into the air! Try not to get caught in them, yeah? Our navy will take care of our seas. They’re an outstanding lot, they are. All we need to do is focus! Gammon shall not sink here!

You’ll then be handed a magical bracelet. The miners use it protect them from toxic air, so this is a precaution; should you need it, it should last for the duration of the battle. Now all you have to do is wait and prepare for the battle. Acquaint yourself with the battleground: explore the Defense Wall and see what traps there are. It may give you some ideas of your own. There are also war cannons aligned on the top wall and within its interior. Otherwise, check your supplies or rest and collect yourself for what will come. Your mount may also want attention.


TWO ♙ Fellowship of the Bling
Initially cloaked by thick fumes of sulfur, ozone and the dreary overcast of the storm, the Noir battalion finally arrives. Their general, Spicy Spice, steps, nay, struts forward.

	Why is it that every time I come around, that Cochrane Bridge wants to go down? [ ADJUSTS HER WORLD CUP BRA ] They can’t keep that wall up forever.
Let’s make this a quick one, so we can get out of this smelly rain! [ gets ready to fire her gun in the air when she remembers something ] And don’t forget, target their puny pathetic healers, first. [ raises gun high above her head, signaling for the attack with a BANG! ]

On her cue, the Noir Vanguard rushes forward with a fearsome war cry, followed soon after by the Rearguard.

ENEMY ♟ Mounted Noir Soldier
Weak against None	Strong against Fire	Immune to None
These soldiers gallop onto the battlefield with their imposing GOLDHORN GOAT mounts. These are bigger and stronger than the average goat, and their golden horns tend to ABSORB SPELLS directed at their riders. Some spells in a soldier’s arsenal: GRISTRELKI sets fire to the rain — literally. It converts the rain in the sky into a barrage of fireballs. Pray your umbrella’s fireproof! With the PLAMEVODA spell, they can turn hot water (i.e. those from geysers) into bubbling hot lava. When combined with a strong cooling spell, the spell can trap you in rock… That is, if the lava doesn’t kill you first! DVIZHE SMERTI is a dangerous spell that paralyzes its target, rendering them unable to even speak or blink. This can be cured with mana exchange. Hurry before Noir strikes with a rain of fire!Of course, the soldiers are capable of HEALING SPELLS to assist their injured allies and mounts. The VANGUARD is lead by an impressive wall of massive shield units, armed with various melee weapons: swords, maces, and daunting battle axes. Herd them into the traps around the battlefield to render them immobile! The REARGUARD, armed with bows and arrows, will try to overwhelm the HEROIC VANGUARD. HEROIC DEFENSE back them up with long-ranged attacks and the cannons! If they get close enough to the wall, the Rearguard will relentlessly attack the Defense! Both units are under strict orders to prioritize an attack on the HEROIC SUPPORT. If they see any Hero or Gammonian soldiers helping each other or performing rescues on the battlefield, they will give chase IMMEDIATELY. DROPS: Shield with Noir Emblem, Flame Staff, Assorted Non-Magical Weapons, Golden Goat Horns, Lava Lamp

In the heat of battle, you will feel the ground beneath you shake and tremble. In a turn of events neither side could have predicted, a dormant volcano in the distance erupts, raining down fire and scorched earth on the area. More alarming, however, is how the resulting earthquake sets off powerful, white-hot geysers on the battlefield. Stay alert! To make matters worse, the approaching lava makes Noir’s fire spells even more deadly, and Noir shows no signs of letting up on their assault.

Spicy Spice You think a little bad weather is going to stop us? Don't make me laugh. [ laughs anyway, then falls into a coughing fit ] Urghh, damn these fumes — Oh whatever, Send in the riders!

THREE ♙ The Desolation of Noir
Undeterred by the eruptions, the geysers, or the bad weather, they’ve called in their aerial units, fierce griffon riders who’re trying to fly over the wall and into Friedgood. Don’t let them pass! Make use of your resources and shoot them down: Heroes with long ranged weapons or magic will find their skills useful here. Learned how to fire a cannon? Now’s your chance! If not, protect your allies, Hero and Gammonian, as they line up their shots.

ENEMY ♟ Noir Griffon Rider
Weak against None	Strong against Fire, Lightning	Immune to Wind
For the first time, Heroes will witness firsthand how Noir’s legendary griffon riders—often called masters of the skies—live up to their name. A griffon’s powerful wings not only lets them soar at great heights; they can whip up terrifying BEAMS OF LIGHTNING. Griffon riders are armed with JAVELINS which they can also throw and cast the same spells as their counterparts on land. However, they share a closer bond with their griffon mounts. Upon losing their master, the griffons will go BERSERK and proceed to kill everything in sight. If a Hero gets caught in a griffon’s talons, the creature will drop them into their boiling demise at either a GEYSER or VOLCANO. DROPS: Mount Treats, Riding Gloves, Noir Lance, Harness, Griffon Feathers, Griffon Talon

The lava is fast approaching and Noir can no longer take the heat. The griffon riders are maintaining their assault, but the rest of their army is falling back to escape. Time for you to retreat too before Gammonian soldiers seal the wall and you’re trapped on the plateau side. Fried Heroes ain’t Fried Good.

• Defense, continue shooting at any enemy target in range! Be attentive and aid your allies as they retreat back to the wall. Do not fear, you have the advantage.
• Vanguard, fall back! Watch the skies for any griffon riders on the way to the wall. Once you arrive, take down enemies who try to breach. Letting even one enemy pass could spell disaster.
• Support, grab the wounded and check the wall’s condition! Any damages should be repaired immediately to prevent the lava from entering Friedgood.

FOUR ♙ There and Back Again
The wall closes, sealing the lava and ending the battle. Hopefully no one got left behind.

Spicy Spice Now I'm wishing that I didn't wear these shoes (I hate heels). Better get up out my face! [ trips on her way out ] Oh shit!

Catch your breath, Hero. You won. First, check up on everyone and heal your wounds. If you borrowed a mount you might want to take the time to say farewell, since the trip back to Friedgood means you’ll be parting soon.

The people of Friedgood are grateful. They know what would have happened if you lost. There’s no time for fancy parties. They’re pulling out whatever they can find for a makeshift street party right then and there.

You can find bowls of Splotched Richard - a dessert pudding - and Bangers and Mash. If you’re in the mood for something strong you can get pints of Guileless or Pale Noir, maybe a Lasker Train Bomb if you can find someone who’s willing to mix it. Or perhaps you fancy a CreamAle, the favored drink of Grantebrycge.

You’re welcome to stay out and party as long as you like - the party is for you, after all! In fact, the people will respect you more if you get drunk and pass out on the side of the street. But for Heroes who’re tired from the war, you’re always welcome to stagger into the Bollox Inn for a room, free of charge.

Comments

[femmefailtale]

[She forces herself to keep going, on two feet. Being tired is no excuse! Gotta keep up. Gotta keep up. She doesn't want to let herself be a burden--burdens get left behind.]

A goat would be nice. Or an airship.

I'm never lucky, though, so we're probably walkin'.

[showsnopiety]

[She glances back. She's moving way too slowly, and that's just begging for her to get speared through the back. Caren might be low, herself, but she's also used to wariness and pain. It's just how life was like before.]

Correction: I will be jogging.

[She's coming back around and...if Mel doesn't stop her, someone is going to be slung onto her shoulder and carried off.]

[femmefailtale]

[She's grabbed, but she immediately tries shoving Caren off of her. It's not strong, since she's not a rook herself, but it's definitely there and pronounced.]

Then I'll be jogging too. [And from how she's bristling... Meliora's clearly upset at the very idea of being carried.]

[showsnopiety]

[She lets her, though she does raise her eyebrows at the reaction. It's not because she doesn't want to be touched...rather...]

Meliora. What is your rank?

[femmefailtale]

Pawn. I'm a pawn. That doesn't mean I can't keep up, same as anyone else.

[She's just a little dizzy. She can still run. She has to.]

[showsnopiety]

It means that your reserves are low, so anyone can take a shot at you and you'd die.

I am a rook. I am built to endure, and to ensure that everyone, not just you, will get where they want to go safely.

I will not tease you. This is natural. And either you can keep your pride and die, or you can swallow it and let me do my job.

[femmefailtale]

[Logically, she knows Caren's right. But 'logic' has nothing to do with it.]

If my reserves are low, then I'll run. If I can't run, I'll crawl. If I can't do that, I'll slither along by pulling with my godsdamn teeth.

[She remembers being covered in garbage. The white-hot in her leg. The sureness that someone would be there to help her any second--they have to notice.]

I'll keep up. I have to keep up. I'm gonna' live, and I'm gonna' do it on my own godsdamn terms.

[Nobody came. Even when they knew, no one came. She's alone. Utterly alone, and she won't depend on anyone because she's alone.]

[And if she can't keep up... Even right now, now that she has the same power everyone else does, if she can't keep up even when the playing field is finally level and she can finally act on her own, she really would be better off dead.]

Even if you can endure so much better than a normal Pawn, so what?! I can endure just fine too! I'm not some kid you have to coddle!

[showsnopiety]

[Caren tends to default on logic, and she listens. She really does. She could have even empathized because Caren has always been alone. Not until lately, and lately that has been a very confusing time for her.

But she stares at her, and sighs. For a moment, it looks as if Caren is about to let it go.]

I see.

[And her fist moves back and she goes to give Meloria a nasty punch in the face. Clearly if she wasn't going to listen to reason, she would just have to bring the other woman down.]

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[femmefailtale]

[She sees the fist incoming. She moves to dodge it, ducking her way to the side and away from it.]

[But she's surprised. Her reactions are just a little too slow.]

[She'd let her guard down around someone--because she wouldn't be attacked by an ally, surely. There's no point to it. And now this.]

[Yep. Way to screw up, Mel.]

[You're alone, but you're putting trust in people. At least the karma's instant.]

[femmefailtale]

[The punch lands right on her temple and she's floored immediately. It hurts, everything hurts and there's a burst of stars where her vision should be.]

[More out of grit and spite than anything else, she's slowly trying to work her way onto her front so she can get up.]

[She can't stop now. She needs to move. If she doesn't, she's dead. But now her body's only barely listening to her...]

[Metoth's tits, she's doomed. She finally has the chance to make parity with everyone else, to use magic like they did, and she's blown it in her first real run.]

[She's worthless. Nothing she doesn't already know. But she can't stop moving until she's safe or she's dead. Even if it's futile, she doesn't want to die.]

[showsnopiety]

[And here she had been going for a cheek punch. Ah well. She stares down at Mel for a moment, before she grabs Mel by the front, and forces her over one shoulder, hard. Hopefully not enough to cause damage; all she meant to do was to make the other woman breathless.]

You are unbelievable. I don't have time to go up against your issues right now. This is serious.

[She says it in a calm, reasonable tone an adult might use for a misbehaving child, and she starts to walk, then jog towards the wall.]

There is a time where you stand on your own, and then there are times where you must understand your limits.

You're currently a pawn. This means you're here to learn. So, learn. If I was anyone else, you might have killed us both by now.

[femmefailtale]

[In dodging, she makes everything worse for herself. #Mellife]

[She's hefted up and pulled, not really in any condition to argue.]

I don't have issues.

Jus' don't need your godsdamn help. M' the true heir to a slayer of an entire people. Grade-A badass material. I don't need anyone. [Okay, she's not really in any condition to stop anyone. Arguing seems to be hard-coded into her very existence.]

I can keep up on my own.

[showsnopiety]

You're still nattering?

[She rolls her eyes briefly, still pushing herself forward. Maybe she should have spelled her lips together, but that would have taken way too much out of her.

Instead she'll just dismiss the claims with silence. That's something that's difficult to argue against.]

[femmefailtale]

Mmn.

[She falls silent, though.]

[What's the point.]

[She's proven herself worthless, as usual. Some hero.]

[showsnopiety]

[What a sad sack.

It'll be okay though.

Maybe, one day, she'll figure it out. In the meantime, she won't end up dead. Isn't that what most people want?]

[femmefailtale]

[It's... complicated.]

[But she'll settle for being alive, though.]