Post by pendragon71037 on Dec 18, 2015 21:18:23 GMT
As the sun set over the Forest of Hope, the growing silence was broken by the flaps of thousands of wings. The Dragon Republic had mobilized.
The night was still young when they arrived in the Tropical Wilds, but as they neared, the Draco-min all willingly grounded themselves. Stealth was the idea, after all. As such, the majority of their force had orders to hang back, and a relatively small contingent, a bit more than half of a thousand, crept closer, their low-light-vision guiding them as if it were broad daylight. As they neared the gigantic yellow wall, those among them who could wield the element of electricity stepped forward and, as quietly as possible, began creating a hole in the wall, which crumbled to ash wherever they touched. It would not be long.
Meanwhile, the victims of this raid had no clue it was happening; they waited inside their walled base camp without any suspicion. They did not sleep, for they had been trained out of the need, but neither did they prepare.
within minutes, the hole was complete, and as the Yellow Draco-min turned to the sides and expanded it, the Red and Black troops entered, pouring in as quickly as their relatively huge numbers would allow. Of course, those numbers, walking around right inside the base, made stealth next-to-impossible, so even as the Red Draco-min flew up the the flamethrower, forcibly keeping its blasts contained with their elemental control, they loosed their own fires into the sky, the signal for the rest of the army to advance.
The defenders were not idle, as 200 Dwarf Red Bulborbs formed up into a wall of bodies and 150 Feathered Bulbirds took to the sky.
Losses so far:
The Understories:
None.
The Dragon Republic:
the element of surprise.
The night was still young when they arrived in the Tropical Wilds, but as they neared, the Draco-min all willingly grounded themselves. Stealth was the idea, after all. As such, the majority of their force had orders to hang back, and a relatively small contingent, a bit more than half of a thousand, crept closer, their low-light-vision guiding them as if it were broad daylight. As they neared the gigantic yellow wall, those among them who could wield the element of electricity stepped forward and, as quietly as possible, began creating a hole in the wall, which crumbled to ash wherever they touched. It would not be long.
Meanwhile, the victims of this raid had no clue it was happening; they waited inside their walled base camp without any suspicion. They did not sleep, for they had been trained out of the need, but neither did they prepare.
within minutes, the hole was complete, and as the Yellow Draco-min turned to the sides and expanded it, the Red and Black troops entered, pouring in as quickly as their relatively huge numbers would allow. Of course, those numbers, walking around right inside the base, made stealth next-to-impossible, so even as the Red Draco-min flew up the the flamethrower, forcibly keeping its blasts contained with their elemental control, they loosed their own fires into the sky, the signal for the rest of the army to advance.
The defenders were not idle, as 200 Dwarf Red Bulborbs formed up into a wall of bodies and 150 Feathered Bulbirds took to the sky.
Losses so far:
The Understories:
None.
The Dragon Republic:
the element of surprise.
