Time for more stuff from me, hope you like it, I don't own Anything, she got away before I could enslave her like her sister Nothing, imagine if I could own Anything "drool"
The lull in the action had allowed for some of the troops to get their personal affairs in order, specifically Commander Anthony di Tarbes. he was trying to get in contact with his family back in Tristain, wanting them to be at Raoul, away from the nobility, especially Siesta, she had been working at the noble's academy, the training ground for tyranny.
He had asked Lord Xana if he could go to Tarbes to get them here, but he wasn't allowed to, the war still being in full swing after all, she had allowed him the use of a griffin messenger though, having captured many of the beasts from the nobles. Anthony had written a letter that would tell them how he was now a commander in the revolutionary army, the leader of the mages even, and to ask the messenger to demonstrate the new type of magic as proof if they didn't believe him. It also told them about how he wanted them to join him in Raoul, it was the safest city for them so called commoners to be, he could even teach them magic if he got the time.
He gave the letter to the messenger, telling him to bring it to his family in Tarbes, the messenger nodded as he got a few other griffins to come with him, in case they accepted the invite.
Anthony laid back on his chair, hoping that they would accept.
Tyson was in his forge room, it had a Thu'um enchanted forge, but it had nine sentences of Dovahzul instead of only three and was made out of stone from the Throat of the World, it also had a large red orb with arcane sigils floating above it, the orb was the result of Tyson and Xana's attempt at remaking the Eye of Magnus, they had studied it as much as possible before the Psijic order had taken it away, and had succeeded in at least making a much less powerful version of it, (for a power example this one could possibly power a somewhat large modern city for 50 years, the Eye of Magnus could power the whole of earth for a thousand years).
Tyson was going to use it to help forge his and Xana's personal weapons and armor, and he was going to do that now. He had always been bothered by how unmalleable Dragonbone was, it did have many metallic traits, but its melting temperature couldn't be reached with a normal forge, and a normal man or mer couldn't stand the heat either, but the this creation could make that heat possible, and he wasn't a normal elf. He was going to make something epic.
He activated the orb, a foot thick beam of pure red magicka shooting out into the middle of the forge as it unfolded revealing a solid magicka core, the heat in the forge room skyrocketing, Tyson didn't feel anything, he grabbed the dragonbones that he had on hand, and started to hammer away with his enchanted ebony hammer.
Tyson now had two sets of armor, one for him, one for Xana. The dragonbones when infused with ebony had made an alloy that was stronger than the materials could ever possibly be alone, Tyson called it, Draconite. Instead of the ivory color associated with bone, it was now a platinum color. The armor was about an inch thick in general, also it was much denser and heaver than before, and it didn't look like it was made of bones at all. Both armors had many interlocking pieces that would all move, and they both had thin heat-treated dragon heartscale cloaks with the symbol of Cleansing Fire on the back. Also a thin heartscale loincloth and heartscale protecting anything that couldn't have Draconite.
Tyson put his on and spread his magic all over it, the color changing to a very deep black, with all of the undersides of the plates having a blood-red glow emanate from them, glowing silver archaic symbols appeared on the armor, seeming to add even more strength to it, the cloak turned black with the silver sigils seeming to move around the Cleansing fire symbol, the inside of the cloak gaining that blood-red glow. Tyson smiled as he opened the door out of the forge-room, a gale of super heated air blasting out as he did so. Time to bring Xana her armor.
She actually squealed when she got her armor, the same colors and sigils appeared on it when she did the minor ritual. She was very happy with the new armor, it now covered both of them completely except for the head, they had helmets too just in case(they looked like the orc helmet with metal covering the lower face). Helga was now kind of jealous that everyone had epic armor except for her.
"You will get some when you stop growing, otherwise it will be a waste, you understand?" Tyson said soothingly to the girl, she nodded as she went back to her room in the keep.
Tyson had also made some new weapons, they were also made of Draconite. The swords were shaped like the traditional Dwemer sword design, but were pitch black with those strange silver sigils running the length of the blade, the handles using blood-red heartscales as grips instead of normal leather. Two five shot revolvers were made, they both were much larger than the normal ones, and were packing so much power that a normal person would break their arm if trying to use one of them, even two handed. The sigils were along the barrel and the grips. The ammo had enchanted dwemerite casing instead of normal brass to account for the much more potent gunpowder made from a mixture of crushed filled soul gems and gunpowder, Tyson called it Soulpowder, they would have exploded causing problems otherwise. The bullets themselves were made of Draconite, they were enchanted to explode a moment after they hit the target. Tyson had made a couple thousand of these rounds and had them stored in their void pouches.
He had a Draconite dagger strapped to their boots, so all in all, he had spent a fortune in this investment, but it was so worth it.
General Sigmund Derara was leading an attack force of 5000 to attack the occupied city of Raoul, he was doing this personally as everyone seemed to be incompetent in slaughtering these peasants, he rode on a horse in the finest noble armor in the army. When they were over the hill they saw the city, it looked even more outstanding than the reports had said, the wall, the towers, even the keep were so glorious looking, he lightly slapped himself for thinking these things. On to the task at hand, he had been warned heavily about approaching the city, the cannons would decimate their forces if approached, so he was going to starve them out (the coward that he is). They would come out to try and force them away eventually, they couldn't hide behind those walls forever!
Xana had been informed about the army sitting just out of range of the cannons, apparently trying to starve them out.
"Well if they want a fight, well give them a fight." She went to Tyson who was tinkering with things and told him about the squatters, telling him she would deal with it.
"Ok then, bring any high rankers back to me for interrogation, I've got to teach Helga some things about torture."
"Will do." She went to gather the army, they would gather outside the walls and charge when the time was right.
Sigmund saw the peasants gathering, strange, they actually had uniforms, and armor. He noticed the golden giants, they couldn't be human, they must be bronze golems made by some fallen noble, no human could be that big.
He saw a tall woman pacing in front of the enemy, apparently pepping them up, she yelled something then they cheered and charged, the bronze golems leading the charge.
Xana was giving a short inspirational speech, she was about done now.
"Aright then! Lets go slaughter some fools!" The army cheered and charged at the enemy, the juggernauts leading the charge as usual in their new full armor and tower shields, it was made of very thick lightly enchanted dwemerite, they also had steel maces.
The sound of battle cries from the Cleansing Fire drowned out any other sound, when the first juggernaut rammed into the formations of the enemy, the chaos of battle ensued, you could barely see that Commander Wolf was trudging right through the chaos, not stopping for anything as he had orders, to capture the general leading the enemy, the coward was at the back, watching the battle on a horse.
When the general noticed him he cast an arrogant look at him, raising his sword-wand and launching a square class rock spike at his chest, it just shattered on his armor, he then tried to encase him in rock, but Iam just kept on moving, the casing shattering as quick as it was made, the weakling looked nervous now, so he ordered the soldiers he had with him to charge, Iam then just looked at the attackers as they tried to pierce his enchanted ebony armor that was custom made for him by Lord Tyson himself with low quality steel spears, hah, as if. He then smashed one of the soldiers with his mace, his raw strength sending him flying across the battlefield, he punched the second one in the face, killing him, then he grabbed the two last ones by the skull, and slowly crushed them until their heads popped. When he finally reached the general, he could smell that he had pissed himself in fear, he towered over the general by over two and a half feet so the weakling had to almost look straight up just to see his face(his face being visible in the roman style helmet), he seemed even more scared at the fact that he was a human and not a golem.
"My Lord Xana has commanded I capture you, I would suggest not trying to stave off the inevitable." This cause a wave of dumb outrage to go over Sigmund's face.
"I will never surrender to a barbarian like you!" He then whipped out his sword-wand and started chanting, but Iam just grabbed the foci, and snapped it in two like a twig, he then lightly slammed him in the chest with his mace, shattering the decorative armor and knocking Sigmund out. Iam then slung him over his shoulder, and ran to the wall, handing the unconscious body to the waiting healer, the girl would most definitely NOT heal him though, but she would carry him to Tyson's new prison (the building having been made of the new style Tyson had introduced) the building having been finished just a week ago, the general would most likely not see the light of day ever again.
The mages were having fun devastating the enemy, Commander Anthony especially, he seemed to like freezing enemies solid, then shattering them into a thousand pieces, he was also sending blizzards deep into the field of enemy soldiers.
Commander Sarah was cutting three enemies at a time with each swing of her sword, and electrifying five more with her other hand as she danced through the enemy, laughing.
Flint was strafing by with his rangers on elven armored horses, shooting the closely formed ranks of the enemy with bullets and the occasional hand bomb.
All in all, fun for everyone(not counting the thousands of other people in the battle).
As the last soldier finally dropped dead from an arrow in the knee, everyone cheered and raised their weapons in the air, they had defeated one of the three main divisions of the Reconquista, this was a major victory and the casualties, as usual, weren't all that bad.
Teams were sent into the aftermath to loot for any metal and gunpowder and things, they also carried the bodies to be burned so that there was no plague outbreaks, this was one of the few things that the Cleansing fire troops were uncomfortable with in the regime of Tyson and Xana.
Anyway, on to lighter matters, the teaching of Helga was going great, she picked up on how to get Sigmund to talk easily, her childish face adding to the effect as Sigmund's mind broke from the mental and physical torture, but not before telling everything he knew. There was apparently going to be an attack on the last of the royalists at Newcastle, they were going to crash the party. But first to kill this pathetic excuse for an army leader.
Yay for children torturing army commanders, and succeeding. Review and follow and favorite and all that stuff, until next time. P.s. Should Siesta's family accept, or not, you decide!