~Diego Vendrix~
- Southern Forests -
"Andrea and Charlotte, cut it out. We can't have any fighting between ourselves. We have to stick to the problem at hand. Porter, was their anything else you can remember about this so-called "monster"?"
"There's not much else I can use to describe it. It was a monster, an unholy creation of those Winglies and their magics. It's skin was like stone, and everything we threw at it didn't even leave a scratch. And it was massive. Far taller than even our artillery catapults."
Porter cast a glance northward. "But we don't have time for discussion. Flanvel is even now headed for Gloriano. We need to move." He turned to Michael. "I'm sorry, but I cannot stand by while my home is attacked. Our survivors and wounded are headed for Deningrad, but I and any others who wish to come with me will follow you, whither you approve of it or not. Standing by and waiting is simply not something we can do."
"Very well then. I will go as well..." Diego said as his eyes narrowed. He wondered if Porter was thinking bad of them. Sure, they were civilians, but it wasn't their fault that no soldiers were chosen by the orbs. Oh well Now wasn't the time for that. It was time to go.
~ Imperial Holy City Gloriano ~
The city was in flames. Up above the cities edge, Flanvel floated menacingly, bombaring the human city laid out below with blast after blast of fire and magic. The Tower was tall and thin, and the spire resembling a spiral that came up to a point. Several rings and devices surrounded the point, and a large circular base of rock and masonry formed the base of the tower. From the spiral, came the blasts of magics, and from the base erupted massive fireballs that rained down over the area of Fort Magrad.
Wingly soldiers swarmed from the tower, diving down to spread chaos across the city before darting back into the air. The Spear Cannon, the massive weapon that had kept Flanvel at bay for so long, lay silent and dark even as the floating fortress rained destruction down upon the city.
The Dragoons, accompanied by the small but determined Roc and Wyvern mounted group of Porter and his men, made their way into the skies above Gloriano. The city proper was only mildly damaged, but the fortified area around Fort Magrad was set ablaze. Wingly troops swarmed over the area, clashing with the few human forces that remained. It seemed that they wanted to capture the city as intact as possible. But the human resistance wasn't getting the same treatment.
"We'll head for the ground to provide support." Porter called to the Dragoons. "You take care of Flanvel. As long as its there, we can't win this fight."
Diego nodded. He will do his best to attack Flanvel. His wings grew out and he flew in a stoney serious gaze. Lacking his earth weapon, he couldn't attack well. However, he was still dangerous. He summoned a large icosahedron of stone before he punched. Shards began flying like bullets the size of baseballs at the Winglies. Each of the missiles hit their targets. Most knocked them unconscious or stun them long enough to be attacked. Some were sharp enough to impale them. Satisfied with his work, he turned toward the icosahedron, smaller, but still quite large. He jumped onto it and the stone shape began headed to Flanvel.
"For Humanity" Diego said in complete seriousness and detachment.
- Southern Forests -
"Andrea and Charlotte, cut it out. We can't have any fighting between ourselves. We have to stick to the problem at hand. Porter, was their anything else you can remember about this so-called "monster"?"
"There's not much else I can use to describe it. It was a monster, an unholy creation of those Winglies and their magics. It's skin was like stone, and everything we threw at it didn't even leave a scratch. And it was massive. Far taller than even our artillery catapults."
Porter cast a glance northward. "But we don't have time for discussion. Flanvel is even now headed for Gloriano. We need to move." He turned to Michael. "I'm sorry, but I cannot stand by while my home is attacked. Our survivors and wounded are headed for Deningrad, but I and any others who wish to come with me will follow you, whither you approve of it or not. Standing by and waiting is simply not something we can do."
"Very well then. I will go as well..." Diego said as his eyes narrowed. He wondered if Porter was thinking bad of them. Sure, they were civilians, but it wasn't their fault that no soldiers were chosen by the orbs. Oh well Now wasn't the time for that. It was time to go.
~ Imperial Holy City Gloriano ~
The city was in flames. Up above the cities edge, Flanvel floated menacingly, bombaring the human city laid out below with blast after blast of fire and magic. The Tower was tall and thin, and the spire resembling a spiral that came up to a point. Several rings and devices surrounded the point, and a large circular base of rock and masonry formed the base of the tower. From the spiral, came the blasts of magics, and from the base erupted massive fireballs that rained down over the area of Fort Magrad.
Wingly soldiers swarmed from the tower, diving down to spread chaos across the city before darting back into the air. The Spear Cannon, the massive weapon that had kept Flanvel at bay for so long, lay silent and dark even as the floating fortress rained destruction down upon the city.
The Dragoons, accompanied by the small but determined Roc and Wyvern mounted group of Porter and his men, made their way into the skies above Gloriano. The city proper was only mildly damaged, but the fortified area around Fort Magrad was set ablaze. Wingly troops swarmed over the area, clashing with the few human forces that remained. It seemed that they wanted to capture the city as intact as possible. But the human resistance wasn't getting the same treatment.
"We'll head for the ground to provide support." Porter called to the Dragoons. "You take care of Flanvel. As long as its there, we can't win this fight."
Diego nodded. He will do his best to attack Flanvel. His wings grew out and he flew in a stoney serious gaze. Lacking his earth weapon, he couldn't attack well. However, he was still dangerous. He summoned a large icosahedron of stone before he punched. Shards began flying like bullets the size of baseballs at the Winglies. Each of the missiles hit their targets. Most knocked them unconscious or stun them long enough to be attacked. Some were sharp enough to impale them. Satisfied with his work, he turned toward the icosahedron, smaller, but still quite large. He jumped onto it and the stone shape began headed to Flanvel.
"For Humanity" Diego said in complete seriousness and detachment.
