Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160810022256/@comment-25975584-20160815010953

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Their weakness is skirmishers. They aren't very good at what they do. Greek fire is only mostly limited to the Empire, as well: other nations can make it, but only the Empire has the process streamlined enough to mass-produce.

The Meletian cavalry retreats out of artillery range after losing a few hundred riders, all the while maintaining their shooting circle and continuing to pour arrows into the approaching infantry. The skirmishers also pull out as well, retreating just behind the infantry lines and continuing to fling their javelins and such from there.

The Imperial infantry begins to take a pounding from the grim-faced veterans comprising the Canaris Novan army, while Dwarven mercenaries hold their own on the flanks.

The thunderheads flash, revealing them for what they truly are: a firestorm. Flames lick along the riverbanks and lightning bolts descend from the heavens, striking the Imperial barges and cutting off any hope of retreat. Valerius must now win, or die.

'Give it up, soldier boy,' Kurenai says to the air in the general direction of Valerius. 'You're outclassed.' I am most definitively fucked. I cannot beat a death storm, and she will bat all my projectiles out of the sky. Plus, she'll fuck up my other forces if I send them in.

"Not only will you cheat me of the sole thing I live for? You will mimic, what my lover used to call me as well? That's low, even for one of you slugs. Need I remind you, your father the so called 'Emperor' killed entire families as well? Or of those that your brother tortured, or defiled? Of how the True Emperor let your surviving kin go, and how all of you ungrateful creatures immediately started planning a coup?" He laughs, and smiles madly; "you're becoming like me."