Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160810022256/@comment-26444332-20160814141930

The Indomitable wrote: (Confidence of victory goes from 54% to 24%.)

Well, I am pretty screwed. There's no truly sure way to kill a Stigma.... Although, I'll give this a shot.

His much larger infantry force arrays itself in a  longer, and deeper line. However, there are a large amount of skirmishers peppering the enemy, and the Solarians start chucking 'Fire of The Sun' from their catapults and onto the opposing sides' artillery.

When he sees the ship, he prays... He prays for the first time in fifteen years, and with the utmost sincerity. He wishes for the strength, and luck to win. Anything save becoming a Stigma. And if that wish was granted, he swears on the graves of his family that he would restore the Ancient Sun Temple of Canaris, and tear down the statues, and decorations of a Canaris Novan god that defiled it.

(Why does this woman hate the empire, or (possibly) Valerius so much?) (Let's just say that she has more than a few scars left on her by Imperial torturers... On a certain Grand Marshal's orders after a failed rebellion.)

The Canaris Novans return fire, slinging pots of liquid flame into the opposing artillery crews and into the infantry lines of the Imperials. Their own peltasts begins to exchange javelins, sling-stones, and arrows with the enemy skirmishers, while Meletian cavalry begins riding quickly, forming a shooting circle on both ends of their line to pepper the enemy with arrows.

On the river-craft, Kurenai oversees it all, smiling giddily.

'Hm... I think it's time to start helping out,' she chuckles. With a blink, her crest appears on her eye, burning red in the shape of a stylized flame-and-phoenix.

'I offer up this contract, to unleash the wicked spirit beast of darkness that dwells within fire and wind!' She shouts, and laughs as dark clouds gather, flickering ominously and with parts glowing a garish red-gold.