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[Sorry, I posted after you and didnt know]

*Wraith hears the orders and retreats to the walls, while setting more and more demons on fire.*

(OOC: its looking like every char as magic :(  except for wraith)

Zryike sees Erunion climbing up the wall and starts going towards that powerful demon, several demons try to intercept him but he justs burns them to a crisp.

Zryike reaches the demon and starts blasting it with lightning, the demon turns and just shrugs it off, then charges while shooting fireballs.

Zryike has to divert some power to deflect the fireballs but not much. Then he gets a decides to start deflecting them back at the demon, at the same time he also start shooting ice balls in front of it and at it.

The demon slips on a ice patch and tumbles right onto the sword Zryike had created, piercing it through the heart, and killing it. Then Zryike starts blasting at all the powerful magi demons destroying them and weakening the teleportion shield.

Zryike noticed the energy that keeps coming form the plane of shadows and guesses that Verthias is behind it * Zryike sends his silent thanks*

Once most of the powerful mages are gone the teleportion shield fails,

Zryike appears behind Erunion

"Erunion the teleportion shield is gone now"

"Delran, why are you commanding my ships...and why are you on my ship?"

[[BUMP]]

(OOC:Yeah i think we've beaten them...)

Zryike takes his 400 Drakonians that he has left and goes after the province of Duke Gorris

( OOC: Remember i brought i*beep*r>
Zryike, using strategy and brute force takes over Gorris's province with only 100 casualties.  his main tactic wa*beep* and run with rof.

[You can't take over provinces, you can at most attack the cities/defeat the guard of several thousand demons/rescue guys held prisoner. And you could at least describe how you did it beyond vrute force (those vrutes, always beating someone up)]

(OOC: thats what i meant so how many prisoners do i get?)

"Erunion, we should use my province as a base of operations."

[Zyrike, you can't hear this...its through Erunions mind.]

"Yes my airships can."

Erunion continued to telepathically speak to Might.
"Than so it shall be. I will start recruiting volunteers from our defenses, to the number needed, what 'ere it my be. Ready your ships for the transport of a very large number of people."

Verthias phased back into reality next to Erunion, the living shadows of the Plane still swarming all around him like a cloak of purest darkness. He did so love dramatic entrances.

"You know, pound for pound, my men provide the greatest fighting ability in this entire army", he said, with simple and assured arrogance, "I do hope that we'll be coming along..."

[[OOC: ALRIGHT, you can only ATTACK provinces and take prisoners from the prisons to add to your army, only when I am freed and I banish the demons using the Blade of Erabor can ANYBODY start retaking Provinces...and the races are under the control of that particular races Duke, which means the Drakonians are under Drakonius, Elves are under Silverscar, and so on...]]

Topal hears word of a resistance movement in Xerillia, where only five hundred Elves, and only 20 orcs, are using guerilla warfare to weaken the demons.

"Yes sir!", says Topal.

General Jonas Topal takes his best men, Conwell, Bartimaeus, Marcus, and Aesius, and a few others and goes out in Delran's fighters to Xerillia.

***Two days later***

"General! We're under attack!", says Marcus.

"How many enemies?", asks Topal.

"Twice ours, at least", says Marcus.

Topal thinks for a second, then looks up.

"Enter evasive formations, fire at will", says Topal.

The battle goes on, and one of Topal's fighters go down after two of the demons' do. Topal has an idea.

"Retreat, aim ballistas towards the rear, but don't open rear hatches until my order is given!"

The fighters begin a retreat.

"Slow down...and light the ballistas", says Topal.

The fighters slow, and the demons catch up.

"FIRE!", says Topal.

The hatches open, and the ballistas blow three quarters of the demons out of the sky.

"Loop over them, grab something!", says Topal.

The fighters loop over the demons, and the archers open up their *beep*nal on them, dropping many. With only ten demons left they attempt to retreat, but are cut down by mages. Topal continues his journey towards Xerillia.

"Aye, Might. The men don't know where we're going, in case of traitors. Make sure no one knows except us."

"All those who volunteered for the mission, embark on your designated craft."

Verthias leads his men onto one of the transport ships, a mighty dragonship several hundred meters long. When he stepped on board the dragonship, he suddenly felt something: a distant cry for help. Looking around, he realized that the crystal the mages of the ship used to communicate with the rest of the fleet was amplifying the mental call of one or more of his men. He tracked down the signal, and drifted through the shadows to reach there.

When he got there, Verthias was overjoyed. Another six survivors of the Oceanus platoon, including one powerful mage, Tassadar, had dug in on the top of a small, rocky plateau, and survived against multiple demonic assaults. They recoagulated back in the airship just before it took off: There were now twenty members of the Black Guard in one place.

And one such soldier is enough to kill an army...

This gave Verthias an idea... he sent messages to Erunion and Xerxus of his plans: to move ahead of the main force, shifting through the shadows, mark safe landing areas for the transport ships, harry the demons in the area, establish contact with any resistance fighters, learn the demonic troop dispositons, and set up supply dumps for the Eraborian forces to use.

The twenty men dropped out of the physical world, and appeared, mere seconds later, in the heart of Erabor. With deft instructions, they split into four teams, and got to work..

*Delran took his remaining 300 fighters after giving 150 to Topal, and heads towards the coast of Welliar. He proceeds towards the most south-western city, and arrives there at night. Using his magic, he creates an illusion of his forces. The illusion force has twice the numbers of his force, but cannot do nor receive any damage. He make the illusion force to attack the city from the north-west and draw the demon forces outside of the city.

The tactic maneuver is successful and the demons engage the illusion force and as the force is fleeing from the battlefield, they pursue them.

Delran takes his fighters into the city and defeats the few demons left there to guard the prissoners. After defeting the guards, he send some of his crews to free the prisoners. After this task was completed, he orders the prisoners to gather with whatever weapons they find on the western coast, while the entire fleet pursues the demons.

Taken from behind, the demons pursuing the illusion force dispatch a small unit to take care of the pursuers, while the main force still follows the ilusions. The rear guard is easily beaten by the fighers, who trained by High General Erunion and commanded by a young and briliant general, form an impressive attack force, surpassed only by General Might's dragonships.

After the defeat of the rear guard, the illusions engage the demon force, who do not know about the fate of their rear guard. Surprised by the fact that none of their attacks had any effect on the illusions and taken by surprise from behind by Delrans fighters, the demons are slaughtered, without knowing what happened to them.

Delran returns with his fighters to the coast. There the liberated soldiers await his return. The soldiers embark on the fighters and they set course to Oceanus.

Meanwhile, Delran reports to High General Erunion:

"Sir, I have liberated 1000 soldiers and at this moment I am on course towards Oceanus with them on-board."*

[I do not know if they are 1000 or more. Someone pls tell me the exact number of soldiers I have rescued.]

From on board Might's second flagship, Erunion was staring at his crystal ball, receiving information and giving out orders.
"Good work Delran."
"Verthias, your plan is good. I hope to see some positive results.
Zryikes! I want communication up and running with Jonas ASAP. It appears that our crystals don't have enough power to communicate over that distance, I need them amplified."

"Sir, any other orders, after my arrival in Oceanus? Or I will proceed on with my current orders? I will need some more troops if I am to continue. The last maneuver might not work after 2 or 3 more times."

*Delran disembarks the 1250 rescued soldiers and awaits further orders. Meanwhile he send fighters to scout for a new target near the coast, if nothing new comes up.*

[I would, but I can't see anything major for you to do yet. When will we be launching the main assault landing onto Erabor, Septim?]

Verthias and his squad of four men moved into yet another clearing in the forest, after carefully surveying the surrounding terrain. Relatively long and straight, it looked like it had been farmed before the demons came: as the ruined cottage in the corner attested. It was, more or less, perfectly the right size for a dragonship to land - and it was convenient to the other six landing sites, four only large enough for fighters to large, but two big enough for dragonships, which his men had already marked. He removed a communication crystal, preset by Tassadar to constantly broadcast a low-level message to an attuned crystal set back on Might's flagship, and buried it a few inches under the ground, in the middle of the clearing.

Suddenly, he felt a focused mental sending from one of the scouts still out in the forest. Demons, he thought. The squad sprinted towards the signal: fighting the demons in the trees would be far more advantegous than out in the open, especially if they had the numbers. With unnatural grace for warriors covered in plate armour that weighed thirty pounds, he and his men scaled the trees, and waited.

Their patience was rewarded, as a wave of demon scouts, twelve of them, twenty meters apart, slowly moved past their position. Verthias grinned at this: if they were being this wary in their own territory, other resistance fighters must be in the area. He indicated that his men should move out, sixty meters apart: to take three of the scouts each.

Verthias slipped down behind his first demon, the pointman, and killed him in a single, delicious blow that removed the monster's head in a single, silent movement. The second, to the right, hadn't even noticed him, and didn't hear the silent patter of his killer's armoured feet as they covered the twenty meter distance between them in a mere fraction of a second.

The third heard a slight crunch amongst the leaflitter to it's own right, and immediately turned: to see the corpses of two of it's fallen comrades, and their black-armoured murderer. The imp, terrified, opened it's mouth to scream: but only received a spinning sword in the mouth for it's trouble.

Hiding the bodies, his platoon regrouped with the scout, and moved down the way that the scouts had come from. Two hundred demons, loosely organized, all footsoldiers save for one astride a plated, scaled monstrosity that may have formerly been a horse.

Verthias laid his bet that they'd kill them in a minuite.

He lost the bet to the scout who'd designated the group, who decided on fourty seconds.

"Sir, I ask for the command of the Imperial Legion, along with some other men. I need them in order to charge more than one city at a time."