Too lazy
Summary: As the Shades prepare to move north towards Cride, they're ambushed by 60 scalziin. Hit once, hit hard, and retreat back to Cride. rockets, all sorts of grenades, bullets, etc.
Lot: what of your forces were in Yokutar?
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Too lazy


As the shades began to assemble Nargoth noticed something a little way off. It was a dragon, and it had a rather large Aura... Then the first volley struck, Nargoth immediately summoned a hellfire howler near where the attack originated and the dragon sat. Another volley came down even as the tornado bore down on the attackers, and then no more. Nargoth continued to move the tornado after their likely path, but it seemed they had struck and run.
The movement of the shades had only been slightly disrupted and the attack continued with little change.
Magroth's forces in the Doshtan had seen hardly any combat.
While they had been moving about, claiming land for their lord, they had met almost zero opposition, save the occasional town that needed to be taught a lesson on who's boss, but beyond that, not much happening.
Then the orders came to move north. They assumed that Longbow, Lord of Cride was fighting back, and that they may actually get to see some action. After a few days, they reached the border, and were poised to move in.
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On-board the Triton
"Sir, the enemy force has been located."
Z looked through L at the holo table before him. Units and estimated numbers were projected, and the terrain around them was forming as he watched.
"The satellites have all the data, sir. We have their position nailed down." An officer said at his side, tapping a few commands into the holo table.
Rippling one last time, the table held the image. The troops were being represented by small glowing dots, all in a position just south of Estshon/Doshtan border.
"Excellent." Said Z, still looking at the image. "Begin the satellite targeting uplink, prepare silos 1-5 for launch, and prep silos 51-151 as well."
"Right away sir." A staff officer said, rushing away to relay the orders. Z bent over the holo board again, pulling out a cigar.
Stepping back, he lit it, and waited for word to come that all was ready.
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The surface of the Triton suddenly began to move, as one hundred and five silo's began to open. Steam vented as the missiles were prepped to launch. Men rushed about inside the ship as orders were yelled, and munitions were being carted to the missile tubes.
Z nodded. "Fire all ordinance 51-151."
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The troops were relaxing. It was dusk, and night was falling fast. With all of the recent victories, things were going well.
They weren't off guard, but they weren't expecting what was to come.
The ground suddenly exploded, and alarms began going off, and one hundred high ordinance missiles struck the encampment. Bodies flew, vehicles exploded, and men cried out in pain as they hit.
After, the men were shocked. What had hit them? And from where?
But it wasn't over. Far from it.
The camp suddenly exploded again. High yield warheads from the ICBM's struck next, one wave after another.
After five waves of dozens of large explosions, all around the camp, all was quiet again.





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