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on: July 23, 2024, 02:48:27 AM


The bull and the mouse.

It was a nice gentle spring day in the pasture, the older, scarred up bull leisurely ate the springs sweet grass. He was not welcome to the ladies party going on in the center of the pasture, as he had already did his duty and impregnated them all. Now to them he was an eye sore. But the bull had made a friend. A little field mouse who made it her point to warn the bull of the dangers she had seen. Although, the dangers to the mouse was not even a concern for the bull.

The bull fought off wolves and rivals alike and stood proud. Today by the fence, where the little mouse made her home in a hole in the nearly rotten wood post, the mouse was enjoying the warm sunshine. Males would not come near the pasture, despite the cows not really liking them, there were other threats that the cows and the bull overlooked. She had found a forgotten walnut, and after some work, finally was enjoying her breakfast of the nut's insides. However, during her efforts the biggest threat to the field mice had slithered up a fence post, and slowly crept its way to the oblivious mouse. The bull questioned himself if he should intervene, as nature will do as she pleased. But the mouse was friendly to him, and she did brighten his dull days a bit.

He knew he could easily break the flimsy looking thing in his way. The young males he sired would talk at length about what was out there. He would laugh at them.

"There is only danger out there, and nothing more but trees than what is in here."

The young males chortled at him.

"Foolish old man, what do you know of life outside of this pen?"

He did not explain, but showed them the old scars of previous wolf attacks.

"You leave the pen, you surely will die. And if you don't, you will surely wish you did."

The males left the old man alone, as staying any longer near him would give him the right to attack them, and at their age, even with numbers, he would win. They watched many challengers try to take his domain from him, and they watched many bulls have to be brought to the infirmary pens to heal.

This thought distracted him to the point that the snake was now within striking distance of the mouse who was humming as she scrapped out the remains of the nut. The bull wasted not a single second. The snakes bite did little to the older bull who felt its pains many times. Now it just gave him terrible gas.

The ladies watched at the old man backed up. This was becoming a new topic of discussion. He lowered his head, stomped his hooves, and charged. The cows thought he lost his everloving mind. He broke the middle fence board, causing the mouse to land on his neck, and the snake to get gored by his sharp horn. There was now an opening, which the ladies decided to get brave and see whats to eat out there. However, the bull returned to the pen and laid his big ass down, blocking the hole, and getting an earful from the mouse. That is, until she noticed the piece of snake hanging from his horn. She too decided it was time for a nap, as the farmer came to repair the fence.

The moral of the story was that sometimes no one knows what the right thing to do is, until after it is done.

Tobias laughed. Sgt. Tobias Noket was in the food line, as a giant boar roasted on the fire, the orc cooks were laughing at the human's hunt. This boar was notoriously hard to kill, even for veteran hunters, and the strange humans, with no magic, ended its charge easily. The cooks loaded his tray with dinner, and two large bread rolls. Tobias, under orders from his superiors assisted the Royal village of Hersute in a subjugation quest of rampaging giant boars threatening the farming villages that now occupy what used to be Yonkers.

The "Incident" or "Overlay Apocalypse" had seen a multitude of realities dog pile modern day Earth. Now, three years after the event, the world decided to cease hostilities, and prepare for another event. So the 7 billion humans, that just had 34 billion different races and versions of humans and other creatures drop in their lap had to improvise. Phones, Internet, Power, Etc. still functioned, as long as the connections were not removed by new land masses and features appearing suddenly. The geological satellites now show that the Earth had gained more than almost half of its original mass in the first days after the event. It was still growing, as the flood shrank to a river, and now it was a stream. Soon, the wizards and scientists figured that the plane would stabilize and hopefully once everything calms down, a spreading out of sorts would happen. The satellites could show new land masses from space, but they are still largely unexplored.

There were three Kingdoms that arose after the event, The Democratic Peoples of Ame Rica, named after America, whom the outsiders think is a goddess. The Empire of Bones, a misnamed place, as regular humans could not say the name properly, it is home to primarily the brunt of the demihumans and other races. Not a dangerous place, since their focus is more of land management and agriculture. And the Kingdom of the Pure. The asshole human are superior factions that fell to earth. They are not openly hostile, but they will deny entry to anyone or thing the deem unworthy. America regulated the trade between the three, since we had the kind of weapons that made magic and steel pointless. It was not a might makes right situation as vast populations of people were suddenly displaced into a land that could not bear them well. So magic had to blend with science, and it was a "work together or die" situation, that even the least intelligent goblin could understand.

Tobias had chuckled and thanked the Orcs for the food, which he learned their custom of slugging the left shoulder of someone who did you a favor, to show that you had their back in case they needed something. He punched both of them in their green exposed shoulers and they laughed and corrected him.

"Human, you punch shoulder for marriage, and Arm for thanks."

Well now he asked two Orcs to marry him. But they laughed it off as the worked to cut more meat to feed the dinner line.

"Sgt. Tobias, permission to wake up from this perpetual nerdy wet dream?"

"Denied, find you a fairy to take that shrimp dick of yours"

"We have something in common, we both like women."

"You couldn't handle me on your best day."

His squad's banter was notorious, so they were asked to take their meals by their vehicles. No one was mad at them, but their topics of conversation were a little more than crude for the almost puritan locals.

His team was assigned to help complete the roadway, using modern materials to help the moving of resources to the Royal Capital. It was now just a hub for America's kingdom. But to keep the peace, both empires secretly agreed to let the Royals be the face of America to their people. Nothing changed, the royals took in the peoples problems and brought it to Washington, where it would be addressed and voted on.

The taring machine had stopped nearby, as the dirt was stomped down for the laying of asphalt. Now the villagers had street lights between the villages, and even phones. Indoor plumbing was a three month course of watching everyone lose their minds that they can both shit, piss, AND bathe in their houses. Want a glass of water? No more stagnate water from a barrel. Computers and such were okay to these people, but the fact that they don't have to dig cesspools. Medicine and medical knowledge was second, and people stopped dying to things that they shouldn't die to.

Now the food was the key issue, as some races could not eat modern food safely. The kids loved the wrapped snacks and candy, but not much else.

"Sgt. HQ is on the radio for you. Sounds Urgent."

"Aww, fuck."

Tobias had stuffed the last of his pork sandwich into his mouth as he got up to answer the call. It was never good to get a call from HQ at dinner. Usually meant trouble.

"FUCK IT!"

Fortunately the locals did not know the curse words that Tobias screamed into the air behind the vehicles that night.


In the morning, Tobias had to break the news to his squad. They were being replaced, as the higher ups had a new and urgent mission for them. Several miles up the path was a portal in the air that is expected to close, but it is releasing flying monsters that only a small group of things know about. Apparently they are harmless, until they get a whiff of magic, then they become vicious. Normally shit like this sorts itself out, and the weird gets moved on. But the biggest problem, is that the delegate from the Pure empire is heading to Washington, as they are attempting to join the two nations together by marriage. A typical power play in fantasy, where if you cant win against them with force, you just destroy them from the inside through marriage. Change enough minds and hearts and a whole country could fall. The royals warned us about them long before first contact in Maryland, where they are settling. They are a humans first, and only Theocracy, their Pope is always a young woman, who at the end of her term is willingly sacrificed to their human god to grant them a miracle. It was a strange religion that did not sit well with the faiths of the modern world.

BUT the biggest problem right now was that the horde of flying monsters will intercept the convoy in the afternoon. They had to hustle to make it on time. It was not like they wanted to rescue a bunch of hate mongers, but if they did not, it would give them the ammo to openly declare war. And that was not an outcome anyone wanted. So he refueled the APC's and checked their weapons twice and set out with his squad, as a URV flew past them, to monitor the swarm. There was a thunderstorm building up in the distance as the sky was slowly growing darker. Soon hail hit the vehicle as visibility grew worse. The driver turned on his ultra brights and advanced slowly. They were pretty close, as the last images from the URV were downloaded into the vehicle's computer. It was only a mile and a half up the road. The horde was closer now, slowed by the storm, as they grounded themselves, covering their heads and bodies with their wings. However, as they approached the caravan of wagons, something looked off. It looked like something big and strong trashed the entire group. Broken bodies covered the area as It looked like there were no survivors. The team was about to radio it in, when a wagon finished falling over. A crate fell out and landed on the road. The lid busted open and out spilled a woman of eighteen, in a very nice dress. They bundled her up, to take to the APC when an arc of lightning scorched the ground in front of Tobias who had the woman in his arms.

Not this shit. Fucking magic. Tobias only new enough to stop projectiles which was the basic of the basic magic. But while they might not be uber class mages, they were very talented fighters. After a short bout of gunfire the hooded figures were dead or dying on the ground. Tobias had returned after securing the girl. An unseen hand like thing finished the hand movements for a spell, and got several more rounds in its back for its efforts. Nothing changed , except the hail started to glow blue as it fell. And the bodies of their attackers all burst into flames. Since whatever happened did not effect them, They had to get to higher ground to report this. But as they locked down the rear hatch, the horde grew into a violent frenzy as they ate up the glowing blue hail, and promptly exploded. The force of the explosions rocked the APC, when there were no more coming from the portal, and were officially dead, a loud, soul piercing and deafening roar shook everything in existence to its core within the area.

Something Dark and Mad was there, above the storm clouds, and now it was hungry......

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Reply #1 on: July 27, 2024, 06:06:28 PM


If everything happening up until now was a couple blips on the strange-o-meter, then this was setting the damned thing off.



The monster flapped its wings, if they could even be called wings, and the storm clouds parted long enough for it to make a less than graceful landing. The storm resumed with its intended fury at being interrupted by this hodgepodge monstrosity. It has a massive spherical body, with a giant mouth in its center, and along the top of its body were long necks of various dragons, in various stages of decomposition being held together by metal parts and wires. The whole thing looked like a bad parody. It waddled closer to the convoy, as it was wanting to devour every tasty thing within the area.

Inside the APC the call was made, and then authorized.

The monster would never know what hit it.


The monster tried to fire breath attacks from the collections of heads, but they were not focused and at most damaged the land instead of anyone outside the APC's. The first of the three prong strike was two A-10's and three F-18's sent to pin the monster down and keep it occupied so the ground team can leave, to be replaced by some serious hardware. The power of the A-10's shredded into the beast as if it was a thanksgiving jello mold. Pieces of the monster vanished as they tried to litter the ground. The new ground team started its long distance artillery strikes with precision. The monster was softened up for the third and final course of the meal.

Two miles off the coast, in the impromptu floating trading village of the seafolk, the USS Ticonderoga was enjoying its downtime, having barely managing to stop a herd of sea dragons from rampaging. Luckily the whole group would talk it out in the trading town. Seems the males were running in fear of the hyper sexually aggressive females who all entered a collective heat at once. They are calmer in their human forms, and thus the rampage was ended.

But the ship received new orders to not move an inch and to lauch two Spartan 5 missiles at the given coordinates. When the bridge pulled up the satellite view of the targeted area, having seen some shit, the giant monster did not phase them. The captain gave the order's and two missiles, designed to deal with giant monsters were launched, and minutes later, there would be nothing left of the monster, except for its damaged core.

The missiles were deadly to things that lived on magic. There was a stone inside the warhead that would absorb an inordinate amount of magic upon impact, rendering such monster inert. Of course the stone would shatter after the destruction, sending out its absorbed magic back into the world, but it is still a fearsome weapon from the powerless humans who were here first.


The APC was in trouble. The giant monster had frightened a heard of docile monsters that were half buffalo, half human, who lived a simple life into a massive stampede. The APCs were running with them to safety when they were cut off by a river. This river was not here four years ago, and it was really deep, and had problems of its own, like being full of monsters who found almost anything that entered the water to be its favorite prey. The herd stopped at a few feet from the waters edge, where the land on the other side looked twisted and gnarly.  The gunners popped their hatches and scanned the waterline. The storm was preventing a visual of the time of day, and the monsters in the water were in a frenzy at the prospect of a feast just standing there a merely cruel feet away.

Those loud, and blasted metal animals scared them. But not enough to want to eat them. When the two legs stood up, the monsters were even more hungry. But then the two legs threw some weird rocks into the water, in which some brothers and sisters went for, and that too was a mistake. The explosions rocked the water and sent the monsters into a panic, fleeing to the depths. Sgt. Tobias had ordered his squad to chuck grenades into the water. He thought if it worked for fishing, it would also drive off monsters. It did the trick as the herd calmed down. However they were not going to cross, as they knew something bad was on the other side of the river. The herd dispersed back to their pasture after a few words of apology and thanks. The team now had a major problem. They were wildly off course, and they had to meet up with the research team that is always deployed when giant monsters appeared.

After an hour of driving, they returned to the site, where a camp was set up. They refueled the APCs, and hunkered down for the evening. In some bushes near where the convoy was attacked, a black bag was discovered. It was a cache of supplies for the ambush with detailed instructions on the plan at large.

1. Help arrange the marriage between the Pope's little sister and the king of Ame Rica.

2. Kidnap the princess of the rising Kingdom of the Sun, and disguise her as the Pope's little sister.

3. Infect her on the wedding day.

4. Watch the three kingdoms kill each other.

5. Swoop in to use the dead as weapons to conquer the rest of this new world.

It was a disgusting plan. But fortunately, in another crate, hidden in a nearby logging cabin the Pope's sister was magically asleep. Tobias ordered that both ladies were under their protection until they returned home. No one dissented. The research team was learning more and more about the giant monster code named "Deadhead" they kicked Tobias' squad out of the area and no one griped or grumbled. On the road at night, they had a three hour drive as the storm lightened up a bit. No one was particularly interested in camping out for the night. Not because this is the lightly patrolled area, or that there are monsters around, but because those cloaked fuckers might be around. They might not know that their plan is failing. The attack on the convoy was to replace the sister with the princess. And if that is true....

Tobias did not like that train of thought as he pushed the APC to its limit. Ahead the storm was dying down, to just wind and a few drops, but the village they had worked in was definitely under attack. Defensive positions using crates and barrels had blocked the entry points in the walls of the village. Soldiers in camo, and men in armor were in a stalemate, as nasty looking goblin like creatures were trying to overrun the fortifications. Tobias gave the order, as they crested the hill on the road to the village. The mud made the road slick and the APC's drift had killed a few of those nasty thing as it skid to a halt, its gunner dropping the hammer on the crowd of monsters. It was joined by the other and soon a decent defense was mounted, and by the morning's light, the village was safe.

But that still left a major problem, Tobias noticed as he poked around the walls, and seen some weird scribbles in blood out of sight on the walls. Who was working with the bad guys?

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Reply #2 on: July 27, 2024, 07:52:10 PM
While Tobias pondered and investigated his theory of this being an inside job, someone was trashing their basement.


For a long time he had worked in the dark, under a disguise. He was close to striking out against the filth of his previous worlds kingdoms. Living flesh was dirty, corrupt and unclean. People will do as filth does. The only thing that was pure was Death. It ended and cleaned the filth of his world. Leaving everyone as pure in the end. That is what his master said. A voice from the shadows, it started to speak to him, guide him to other like minded people, soon he had a global cabal, pulling the strings from behind the scenes, all while wearing the mask of the kindly old healer.

All of his hard work for this, ruined by the morons who originally inhabited this world. They swooped in before the transfer, forcing his personal right hand man to use and ultimately lose their trump card. Now his god grew silent. For the past few days, the communion rituals did not work. He moved from the altar, to his workbench. He hastily packed everything of value into his traveling pack, and was going to evacuate. He marked the gate he was going to use, so that his minions would not attack him there, and soon he would be on the road elsewhere, to rebuild and scheme the deaths of countless beings.

But then.

The order to evacuate never came. He was going to slip out during the crisis, with the other refugees, letting his horde destroy this village. The many, many, upon many loud pops, bangs and booms, shook the village, and in his rush, he had broken two devices that were key to the plan. Now he was trapped. Would these barbarians figure out his plans? He could not risk it. So when the coast was clear, he slipped out of the village and into the night...

Dark Magic and Light Magic are the only two elemental magics that come with a price. The price is insanity. While Light Magic's insanity is less dangerous, leading to a religious fervor of sorts, Dark Magic is dangerous on two fronts. One is the crippling insanity, where one from a young age starts to hear voices as they grow into their dark magic element, and two, it marks you. And with that mark, it lets anything hungry enough to eat a being of dark magic find you rather quickly.

This is where we find the Kindly Old Healer. Ensnared by a Devil's Thorn, a berry vine, resembling a blackberry vine during the day. But at night, the rest of it comes out of hiding and is more deadly, like a certain monster from a certain movie about a little shop of horrors. During the day, it encourages you to pick its berries, which are one of the healthiest berries in existence. It has no poisons, and the bush even moves its thorns for you to pick them. But at night, it will kill you.

The old man had run. He was being chased by a guard patrol, who wanted to know why the villages only doctor like person was running away in the night. However his choice to stray from the safe, lit highway would prove fatal. He jumped the fence and well...

He did not make it far into the Devil's Thorn pasture. the plants let him get just far enough in to make escape nearly impossible. They can move. They do not freely move, as a good spot to grow is always in contest. So the bad doctor met his end, being dragged into the gaping maw of the Queen of the devils thorns. There is a queen, a mother of them all, so to speak. She talks and can control her direct children, and has an amicable relationship with the farmer who tends to her fields. He weeds, cuts the grass, makes sure that creatures at night can enter to be eaten, and spends time with her.

So when the villages doctor ran through her field, she was prepared for him. She wanted to eat him since he showed up to the farm. He reeked of dark magic, a stench that was both disgusting and appealing to her. She tried to warn the farmer that he was up to something, so he set about preparing the farm for trouble. She crushed his throat to prevent him from screaming. She dragged his thrashing body into her hidden cavity in the ground. She longed stopped looking like a large mouthed monster, and more like a pretty human woman of slightly advanced age. She had a chair, carved from the stump of a tree she taken root by long ago. Under the stump was where the rest of her resided, and where the doctor was vanishing into. She sat in the night, watching her children finish off the army that was invading the village. She liked the village, and its people, especially the little girls who would come help pull weeds and pick berries. She would have tea with them, though her cup was water, as tannin made her wilt a little. So her helping was a thanks for a long life.

The doctor's travel pack was found hanging on the boundary fence of the pasture in the morning. And then the plot was discovered.

It would come out as soon as his house was raided that this entire cabal he had written about was a fever dream. He was an untrained Dark mage, who was left to his own devices, instead of seeking the training and help in mastering the maddening magic within him. It was still impressive that he made such things, albeit roughly designed. The research team had already figured out the story, as the "core" was not a naturally formed core, like the dozens of others they have from giant monsters. It was like a lump of clay that was charged with dark magic.

Tobias would have left it at that, but there was something off about this entire situation.

There had to be someone other than a mad mage pulling the strings. This was all too perfect of a setup to not have been a plan all along.

Tobias was at home now. Outside of their base, he secured housing. The area was rebuilt, and power and water returned to the subdivision, he and the others working on the base called home. On his couches slept two eighteen year olds. From the doctors notes they are now enchanted with binding control magic, but his whole team could not find the controlling device until the sun rose, and it was shattered on the ground outside of the doctors house.

At his kitchen table, he sat with a young, but gifted mage, whose field of study was this very magic.

"It is not an original circle for both, which is very good in our favor. But."

"But what?"

"There is no possible way to break this level of binding and control without killing them. It is woven tightly around their brains, hearts and even souls. The have their wills and personalities, but wholly are at the whims of their master."

"Who is their master?"

Tobias asked, gently stroking the medallion on the Pope's sister's chest. He did the same to the princess and walked back to his task in the pile of books, when the room began to glow purple, and his wrist started to burn hot. He fell to his knees holding his painful, burning arm. As quick as it started, it was over. On his wrist was a golden bracelet. The medallions on the two girls were gone.

"Looks like you are for now."

The mage laughed and she got up to leave, making the pile of books float behind her.

"Treat them well, they are yours for life."

The mage left, and was driven home. Tobias managed to crawl himself to the lazy boy to watch some tv to escape this surreal nightmare.

Tobias was in bed.

He was having a pleasant dream, where two women were servicing his basic need, one woman was kissing the other, as she was grinding her hips into him. His cock was in the tightest vice he ever felt, and she was working it quite well. The other girl had opted for a face ride, and soon the sounds of sex were drowned out by their screams and moans. The first girl came gloriously, and was replaced by the second, who in turn came harder, as if it was an orgasm competition. He put her on her hands and knees and railed her from behind.

There was no way he did not come many times in this dream, which was odd, as usually wet dreams were one and done.

In the morning, he was looking for the mess to clean, and the only thing he found was a pile of fancy dresses and undergarments. From his bathroom, he heard confusion. He grabbed his pistol and slowly approached the doorway to find two ladies trying to figure out how to make the bath work. He set the gun down on the dresser and stepped in to teach them. Normally, most, if not all women would scream at the intrusion of a naked man into their bath, but they knew who he was, and that he was coming from the bond they shared.

At first they were scared to death of the man that now had possession of their very souls. But after they were awake, they found that the bond allowed them to see who he truly was. An honorable, if not gruff soldier. But they also learned that they were part of a plot. So after much talking between each other, they deemed it needed to their survival to stick with this man.

And well their first time was not as bad as most make it out to be. He knew what he was doing, and now they needed a bath.

Tobias watched as the fine figured ladies got cleaned up, after he ran to the PX to get them some feminine supplies. He tried to teach them, since their level of hygiene was at the barely soap and water level. He called Sgt. Ramney, who was his long time friend, and sometimes FB. She brought more things, as it was their time off, and Sunday. They ordered him out and soon got to work catching two human girls up to modern feminine care. A couple hours later, two clean and casually dressed girls primly and properly walked down the stairs followed by their new friend Aimee.

They were clean from head to toe. Not that they were filthy, but this was a deep level of clean. So after cooking them all breakfast, he tried to work this out.

Elsewhere.

The sky shattered again. This time a large mass of land was floating over the Gulf. On it were things unseen. The mass landed, causing the Yucatan to flood. More land masses were breaching the sky as the portal was spitting out things at a very fast rate. Something was coming, and it did not look good for the world in whole.....

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Reply #3 on: August 12, 2024, 09:49:15 PM
Sunday, 4pm, Boundary zero in the Delta zone...


There was not much life to take notice of the land masses being spat out over the Gulf, the few cities and villages were empty, as the first wave of the Apocalypse vaporized all water in the gulf, killing thousands. The second wave seen the area freeze over, and you knew shit was real when hell frozen over. Then the gulf was refilled as the water dweller realm was plopped right there. Now they were escaping en masse to the Atlantic, and Pacific through the now flooded Canal. A magical series of barriers kept the new North American continent from being overran by the unknown was placed. Boundary Zero was the first line of defense, the magic that was used to power it was brutally strong and efficient. Anything not allowed through would not make it through. But it was cracking under the pressure of a continuous bombardment.

Alarms rang out as the villages closest to the boundary were evacuated, via the new modified Ospreys, no longer reliant on props, these birds can handle twice the load of the C's and then some. Their drawback was their max loaded speed, which full, makes the bird slower than most jets. The last on board watched the boundary shatter, and from that, a deathly silence, that even the whine of the jets prepping for taking off was barely heard. The dust cleared, and at the ruined boundary millions of warrior like creatures stood, as a man glowing purplish-black raised his sword in the air, silencing his horde.

"Attack, Kill, and Destroy!"

The horde rushed past the man, but those that had gotten too close to him were cut down by an unseen force. The jets struggled to lift off, as the fort went into lockdown mode. The defenders started opening fire as the mass horde was within range. Their only job was to make sure every civilian made it out alive. Weapons of post historic clashed with modern, and magic as the defenders held their ground not giving a single fucking inch to these assholes who is trying to ruin a nice Sunday afternoon.

"Where is the air support?"

The private asked as he reloaded the massive anti personnel guns. His superior officer pointed up.

In the sky. Over massive loud speakers.

Flight of the Valkyries.

Massive carriers and fighting craft from deep in the future were looking down on the battlefield. In this hodgepodge of ages, the air support would begin its attacks. First up, were the well cared for, lovable winged death, Dragons. They spoke common, they were hyper intelligent, and they really did not like their local nests being fucked with by invaders. So the first out of the carriers were dragons who rained various methods of death on the massive hordes. Fire, Ice, Lightning, Sonic, Meteors, Disintegration, even turning things to stone. Poison too. Each type not wanting to be outdone by their cousins made it a game to see how many they could take out, and the highest total wins.

Of course the army would not come unprepared for things attacking from the sky, as magic users were firing wildly into the air, which was both a boon, but turned into a giant mistake. The Brown flying earth dragons, was a species of dragon that did not have a breath weapon. They were more of a support class type of dragon. But when they were getting knocked out of the air, it was soon learned why none of the other dragons ever laughed or poked fun at the Browns.

As the brown dragons fell to the ground, the horde would cover them, pinning them down, trying to kill them. But after the first slash of the sword and hit with magics, the enemies weapons did little more than barely scratch their scales. The secret of the Browns was that they excelled in magic, and their favorite spell was Rapid Regeneration, and combined with their curse that once a weapon hurt them, it could never hurt them again, they quickly became the special forces of dragons.

But that was not all they could do.

Giant stone behemoths rose around the browns, and started to tear into the hordes heavier units. The browns were having a blast fucking up the enemies shit. Through high powered ear pieces the browns and other dragons were receiving tactical information from the Pentagon. The leader was moving, and not to engage him. He was producing massive levels of strange energy. The dragons in the sky barely made it back to the carriers before the leader fired a heavy energy blast skyward. The carriers shielding held and phase two started.

The horde was nicely divided evenly, and now was time to route them. Tanks of all types joined other ground units as the ships above started to rain down weapons fire to further herd the invaders into nifty little killzones. Analysts and mages determined what the being was, who was leading the charge, and had only one way to counter the leader's dangerous ablilites, which he proudly displayed as he ripped his way through friend and foe alike. He was tanking sabot rounds from the M-1's and full on barrages of bullets and nothing fell him. So, the mages linked together to cast their LDE spell, their one and only shot, Crystal Wash. Ordered to pull back, the ground forces retreated, and the browns returned to the sky, far out of the reach of the massive magical circle forming on the leader and his nearby troops. The white light of the circle had the leader visibly in pain and unable to move. The final chant. It left the mages catatonic, spending every ounce of the mana in their bodies to cast. The whole circle froze over, but not with ice, but a clear crystal like overgrowth. The leader's energy was no longer readable, and the massive crystalline structure shattered to dust. Nothing survived inside of that circle.


In the Pure Kingdom.


"Fuck this."

A rather opulently grotesque man slammed his fat fists into the table. He watched as his hard work was destroyed. His plans to expand the Pure Empire behind everyone's backs was supposed to be foolproof. They timed it with the last overlay, and hoped for the best. It would have worked, but realistically it was doomed from the start. The original humans who owned this continent has superior technology, and advanced magics. None of which they shared with the new peoples arriving. While the situation was amicable, everyone in the Pure Kingdom knew it would not last as so long as the subhuman races still existed. Once the conquered that territory, Ame Rica would have to kneel to the Pure Kingdom.

But not if he kept suffering losses.

But he touched a magical sphere.

A woman's face appeared.

"Do it."

The woman nodded. It would be a sad day for the Pure to lose their princess. But it was an acceptable loss if it riled and rallied everyone against that filthy vermin kingdom.

At dusk a woman with the ears of a wolf and a fluffy tail, matted and dirty from being chased down by a group of cloaked men. She was backed against a ledge overlooking the river below. The men leered and jeered at her as they waved their swords around. This was no hunt, but an execution. Behind them the cloaked men's fighting force waited. They could wait forever if need be. No one else from the village was out at night, as the guards patrolling were magically put to sleep. They needed the next part of the plan to happen, and hopefully it would....


   

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Reply #4 on: October 23, 2024, 10:11:28 PM
She could not fight all of the men, so she leapt, instead of being their plaything.

The men in cloaks tried to use binding magics on her, but she had already leapt into the river below and vanished into the moonlit night.

The next part needed that woman, but then again, the village would do as the spark to start the fire.

However a loud bang from afar, and one of the cloaked men's head exploded.

Then the village erupted into chaos...



Earlier that day.....

The battle at the boundary was finished, everyone in the pentagon worked to discover what happened to cause an overlay in an area that had not had any overlays in a long time. Someone doing battlefield clean up discovered a robed and cloaked man, dead, against a tree holding an oddly shattered sphere of the deepest black known. In the labs, the sphere was reconstructed and mapped out by the remains of the kind of energy that was inside. It was labeled an overlay trigger. Someone intentionally set off the overlay, so the various information gathering agencies went to work.

Before supper...

All signs pointed to the pure kingdom, and those tasked with keeping tabs on them reported that they were sending armed groups out across their border. One group was heading to the demi human village on the border of Ame Rica, and The Pure kingdom. Those that lived in the village did not want to move to the country of demi humans, because they enjoyed Ame Rica's protections. Especially when before the group of enemies arrived, the village was quickly evacuated, and soldiers were assigned to sentry duty. The daughter of the chief of the village stayed behind to assist in stopping whatever brought Ame Rica to protect them.

She was well trained in survival and Fighting, choosing to use her natural beast abilities, those of a wolf. But despite all the training she had, she also knew she was vulnerable to mental magics. And she suspected that the men currently chasing her through the forest were going to use that. She let herself get caught and beaten, just to keep them on their toes, as mental magics required full concentration and stillness to cast. Cant use it if you are fighting hand to hand.

But they had the numbers to overwhelm her, so she kept running until the sun fell.

Night....

The vehicles were hidden. Soldiers broken up into squads occupied the houses. I watched from my hidden hummer the wolf girl Ania run into the forest. The small force of cloaked men who remained decided to enter the village to cause trouble. Except...

Bright lights blinded the intruders as the flared to life. The cloaked men were caught off guard and surprised. They drew various weapons, only to be cut down by silenced gunfire. When the lights flashed on, it was my cue to go mop up the rest of the intruders chasing the wolf girl.

I arrived in time to see her dive into the river, off the cliff she was on. I radioed the PT boat below to rescue her. Once I knew she was safe, I ordered the gunner in the seat above to open fire. The sound of gunfire and the little thunks on the roof of the casings being ejected, was a symphony fitting for an operation like this. The still breathing enemies were rounded up, and taken to a tight security hospital, while the dead were cleaned up and buried nearby.

The wolf girl was alive, and on her way to meet up with me.

Not that I had any real conversations with her, as she could barely speak common.

But I was told she had something to say to me, and I guess I needed to hear it....

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