Elbeyon
2016-09-29, 09:53 PM
The great crystals have erupted into war once again. A future told long ago is coming to the present. The rightful rulers have started their war march. Their foes outwitted and on the run, illithids are confident and claiming their foretold destiny. Murmurs say this is the end for all free-willed creatures. That the war is already over. Still, there are those that would fight for their right to live.
We zoom in on a Hammership. It has spent the better part of three months traveling through the Phlogiston to the current crystal shell. Five days searching for an open portal and five more to arrive here at a large, entirely flat planet. The planetary locator shows a 3d image of their target. The fourth planet in the solar system.
A spyglass from the forward bridge makes out a fortress. It's massive scale. Strong prison walls. Lush forest all around it. A variety of enemy solders patrol the front. Mostly humans, but a few seige worthy giants patrol as well. Their massive bulk tuned and calloused from work. The walk and keep their prison in check. Turning back around, we can see Geldnyr's people preparing for battle.
People are putting on armor. Giffs are readying their polearms and explosives. Bolstering their spirits. Weelso, the leader of the Giff platoon, approaches Geldnyr in the bridge and asks if they can do conquer this prison. No coward, she asks if she should prepare to die. If suicide tactics are in play. A large long barrel pistol rests on her side and an even larger polearm on her back.
We zoom in on a Hammership. It has spent the better part of three months traveling through the Phlogiston to the current crystal shell. Five days searching for an open portal and five more to arrive here at a large, entirely flat planet. The planetary locator shows a 3d image of their target. The fourth planet in the solar system.
A spyglass from the forward bridge makes out a fortress. It's massive scale. Strong prison walls. Lush forest all around it. A variety of enemy solders patrol the front. Mostly humans, but a few seige worthy giants patrol as well. Their massive bulk tuned and calloused from work. The walk and keep their prison in check. Turning back around, we can see Geldnyr's people preparing for battle.
People are putting on armor. Giffs are readying their polearms and explosives. Bolstering their spirits. Weelso, the leader of the Giff platoon, approaches Geldnyr in the bridge and asks if they can do conquer this prison. No coward, she asks if she should prepare to die. If suicide tactics are in play. A large long barrel pistol rests on her side and an even larger polearm on her back.