Good Luck Jopa.
Firstly, I appreciate my teammates patience in waiting for this report. Ill introduce some events without a story before I begin my tale.
Firstly, I inherited a nation in the midst of developing infrastructure.
As you can see, many of our cities where unhealthy and some were unhappy. I tried to trade resources with foreign nations and found that in the majority of cases, we could not due to lack of trade routes. I wanted to rectify this so I switched from maths to sailing. Soon we began to trade with our allies.
Unfortunately, these trades did little to deal with our unhealthy citizens so I was forced to make a deal with the killer clown.
We also traded the Luchirp some techs.
We also developed some resources on the home-front including a claim to the lands in the northwest (and the mana node found therein).
I noticed that we had four mages, some swordsmen, an ogre and Gibbon Goetia lying around. Thats enough to conquer the heart of an advanced enemy nation I thought
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Now on with our tale.
Daga, the dwarf Dgan was anything other than a dwarf. Slim and lanky, stretched out to his full height he would still have been a full head taller than most of the men in his command. No, the reason the scarecrow-like man had been named the dwarf was his fondness of precision and order, a natural aptitude for tinkering and an unnatural ability to simply wait. Daga was, above all other things, a patient man. It helped that he was considerably older than the soldiers and mages he commanded but even as a young man Daga had had a penchant for waiting. That and an uncanny knack for seizing an opportunity when it presented itself.
It was perhaps these two factors that had resulted in his promotion to field martial of the Amurite forces. Certainly it wasnt ambition, martial skill with weapons or even a superior mind for tactics.
Today Daga sat at a low rosewood table, his lanky legs stretched out lazily on a thick well-traveled carpet as he idly passed the time chatting with his good companion the master magician Gibbon Goetia. Sipping strong salted coffee and chatting amiably while taking turns rolling dice over a Tavla board, neither man seemed to notice the chaos and commotion around them. Smoke rose in the distance over the Balseraph border town of Miro. The Amurite army had been ordered by the politicians and governors to march on the Balseraph lands. Daga did not ask why; it was not his nature to do so. He would follow his orders but he would do it his way. In war, like in all things, Daga could not be rushed.
Its your turn, sighed Goetia, clearly enjoying the coffee as he slurped noisily, It has been for awhile.
I know. Let me think. Daga looked up from the Tavla board and smiled. The mages had set the roofs of several buildings on fire and Gibbons fire elementals were racing up and down the perimeter walls throwing flaming and screaming Balseraph soldiers from the battlements. The Amurite soldiers, after several campaigns under Dagas command knew that, although the had to be ready at a moments notice, they might not see action for some time and had settled themselves in to wait. Out of bow range, the units had settled into small groups as they shared stories and drank their own coffees. They were ready and they were eager but they were also veterans of the first Balseraph war and had learnt the value and necessity of waiting.
One after another searing orbs of fiery death exploded over the town. Those foolish enough to show their faces were easy targets and were soon reduced to smoking baked corpses. By the end of the afternoon, enemy soldiers cowered in the few remaining buildings left and Gibbons summoned elementals flowed freely through the streets. At this point, Daga knew the city would no longer provide meaningful resistance. His soldiers could advance unopposed.
Soon afterwards, Dagas army was heading south along the well-traveled merchants roads leading to the heart of the Balseraph nation. The position was precarious with little room to maneuver. To the right, giant mountains rose several thousand feet in a steep ascent while to the left the warm clear waters of the sea promised a painful death sure to inspire the lunatic cultists of Coombe View. Once again, Gibbon was of considerable use, commanding the elementals under his command to screen their advance and weaken any potential raiders before they reached the heart of the marching Amurite army.
A series of one-sided skirmishes amongst the outlying towns, most of which were handled by the elementals and a few well-placed fireballs, and two days march and the Amurite army finally arrived at destination of thousands if not tens of thousand of Balsseraph religious pilgrims
the home of the insane and desperate servants of the overlords
Coombe view.
As they approached, disturbing news reached the ears of their scouts and spies. The enemy had lured the beasts of the mountains to their side.
Undeterred, Daga ordered the bombardment of the Overlords holy city to begin Again, the city was pelted with fireballs. Temples filled with incense-waving cultists, fishermen untangling their nets in the bay, desperate villagers fled from the country side, all were caught in the fury and the heat of the Amurite attack. Meanwhile, Daga finnlly won his first game of Tavla against his age-old rival. Gibbon claimed he was having an off-day due to the demands of his craft.
Soon the Amurite army was marching amongst the hollowed streets of the Balseraphs most holy city.
Daga and his men turned west and marched for Jubilee. As they approached, they beheld a wonderous sight they could not have imagined.
Forty days later and after countless explosive pyrotechnics, Amurite soldiers were marching into the Balseraph capital.
Casualties had been high for Perpentechs soldiers while Daga, true to form, had patiently widdled down the enemy forces from the hills outside the city, striking from range with impunity. Daga and sent wave after wave of Gibbons summons into the city, often to be slaughtered in the end but the casualties were always high amongst the enemy and the Amurite swordsmen remained safe and unhurt. The process was long and taxed a soldiers ability to wait and accept orders, but it was not particularly dangerous. In the end, the Balseraph army was scattered and disorganized.
Daga seized the opportunity and quickly split his forces, capturing the two remaining cities in the Balseraphs heartland, Hexam
and Argenteria (capturing the ancient orcish relic of Orhtuss axe in the process).
The goals of the Amurite politicos had been accomplished. Daga could rest and so too could his soldiers. A peace was signed and the Balseraph homelands, stinking of wood-fires and a burnt smell much more sinister, fell into Amurite hands.
Not a single Amurite soldier had been lost though many had been wounded, some rather gravely in various counterattacks and pitched battles in tight city streets. Daga was proud of his men. These vetererns would prove very worthwhile in future wars and he had no doubt that he had not yet seen the end of the Balseraph lands being trampled under the iron-shod boots of Amurite warriors. Already there was talk of outfitting the soldiers with a new metal the wisemen had discovered.
Thats the end of the story.
Arendel declared war on perp a few turns after we sign a peace. Check out her army.
You might notice what we are building in Argenteria in the above screenshot.
Heres a regular save. If you want a worldbuilder save, just holler (I prefer not to open WB unless I have to).
