(OOC: Might make more action for the Pygmy owls as well. ) -Owlina grows restless and worried more, with Flygons at civil war, her husband gone missing and with no order to quell them, she begins to think chima will plunge itself in a deep civil war, that would only begin to resolve in Armageddon...-
“What will happen to Chima, once this massive civil war ensues? I can’t bear to think about it, we only have the snakes as Allies...”
-she could only look out her chamber’s window, staring at the distant war in the desert...-
-But nay, she does not give up hope, she never will, she looks up at Mt. Cavora, a face of steely determinism.-
Owlina: “This tribe and all of Cactistantinople, we will help calm the war within the desert, i know we can help our allies, even if they have seemed distant. We still have the long ways away to go, it’s been almost three and a half months, its time we do something about this! Issues we cannot continue on our watchful eye; it won’t do, we need to mobilize and help our allies-“
(OOC: Cool, an army of zombies. ) -the war continues on, unknowing of this growing faction...-
-Once when the Royalists soon get word upon that the Flygon King is under Aggron imprisonment, there will soon be war between these tribes, however, reconnaissance data coming from scouts hidden within the sandstorms they whip up, has suggested some Re-living Flygons had been under control of Saleem for a while now. The Sandstone Royalists, oddly enough, do (indirectly) support his faction. They also wish to help him combat these new Maus pirates.-
-But with these Royalists need some outside help, they do demand ANY help they can get! They soon begin to outreach to former allies in need of help of defeating an ever-growing insurgent threat from enemy faction...-
OOC: How do they know about the mouse pirates? Nobody they have come across has lived to tell the tale.
-But nay, she does not give up hope, she never will, she looks up at Mt. Cavora, a face of steely determinism.-
Owlina: “This tribe and all of Cactistantinople, we will help calm the war within the desert, i know we can help our allies, even if they have seemed distant. We still have the long ways away to go, it’s been almost three and a half months, its time we do something about this! Issues we cannot continue on our watchful eye; it won’t do, we need to mobilize and help our allies-“
-she’d look down and sighed-
“... andfindFlygarra, ifpossible...”
OOC: Since when was it named Cacstantinople?
(A while back, actually. Thought the name fitted better. )
-Once when the Royalists soon get word upon that the Flygon King is under Aggron imprisonment, there will soon be war between these tribes, however, reconnaissance data coming from scouts hidden within the sandstorms they whip up, has suggested some Re-living Flygons had been under control of Saleem for a while now. The Sandstone Royalists, oddly enough, do (indirectly) support his faction. They also wish to help him combat these new Maus pirates.-
-But with these Royalists need some outside help, they do demand ANY help they can get! They soon begin to outreach to former allies in need of help of defeating an ever-growing insurgent threat from enemy faction...-
OOC: How do they know about the mouse pirates? Nobody they have come across has lived to tell the tale.
(OOC: Flygons that make small sandstorms (thanks to their wings) to shroud themselves from sight. They can obviously use these to disrupt radar communication in order to hide large battalions of infantry or vehicles.)
(OOC: Flygons that make small sandstorms (thanks to their wings) to shroud themselves from sight. They can obviously use these to disrupt radar communication in order to hide large battalions of infantry or vehicles.)
OOC: There wouldn't be sand out on the ocean. If they made water vortexes, the pirates would be able to see through them.
(OOC: Flygons that make small sandstorms (thanks to their wings) to shroud themselves from sight. They can obviously use these to disrupt radar communication in order to hide large battalions of infantry or vehicles.)
OOC: There wouldn't be sand out on the ocean. If they made water vortexes, the pirates would be able to see through them.
(OOC: Hmmm, bah, they'd be exploring from the shores-)
(OOC: Might make more action for the Pygmy owls as well. ) -Owlina grows restless and worried more, with Flygons at civil war, her husband gone missing and with no order to quell them, she begins to think chima will plunge itself in a deep civil war, that would only begin to resolve in Armageddon...-
“What will happen to Chima, once this massive civil war ensues? I can’t bear to think about it, we only have the snakes as Allies...”
-she could only look out her chamber’s window, staring at the distant war in the desert...-
-But nay, she does not give up hope, she never will, she looks up at Mt. Cavora, a face of steely determinism.-
Owlina: “This tribe and all of Cactistantinople, we will help calm the war within the desert, i know we can help our allies, even if they have seemed distant. We still have the long ways away to go, it’s been almost three and a half months, its time we do something about this! Issues we cannot continue on our watchful eye; it won’t do, we need to mobilize and help our allies-“
-she’d look down and sighed-
“... andfindFlygarra, ifpossible...”
-she'd stood up and quickly soon leapt out of the window, taking flight with her majestic wings lined of gold and silk, she'd make a beautiful swoop n' loop, soon bellowing a rallying Owl screech for a call to arms, a screech that will declare "A War of Help and Defense"...-
-And she calls upon her 2IC (you, batonmaster500 ) for a plan to help her allies-
IC: "Yes." *A general comes from the transport, and a messenger is sent back to Tsarlok to inform him of this.*
Suddenly, a piranha scout runs into the throne room. Piranha: "Your highness, our strongholds on the outskirts of the rainforest are being attacked by Turtle and Aquiline forces!" Piratox: "What?! When did this start!?" Piranha: "Just now!" Piratox: "I shall send troops to reinforce our outposts at once!"
OOC: I know I haven't been very active here, but I'll try to RP here more often. I did make this place, after all.
IC: Typhoon's forces are spread throughout the rainforest. Two of the six Piranha outposts in the rainforest (this doesn't count the Temple of Teeth and the city on the water) have fallen to the Turtle and Aquiline forces, but the rest have received Piranha reinforcements.
(OOC: Cool, an army of zombies. ) -the war continues on, unknowing of this growing faction...-
-Once when the Royalists soon get word upon that the Flygon King is under Aggron imprisonment, there will soon be war between these tribes, however, reconnaissance data coming from scouts hidden within the sandstorms they whip up, has suggested some Re-living Flygons had been under control of Saleem for a while now. The Sandstone Royalists, oddly enough, do (indirectly) support his faction. They also wish to help him combat these new Maus pirates.-
-But with these Royalists need some outside help, they do demand ANY help they can get! They soon begin to outreach to former allies in need of help of defeating an ever-growing insurgent threat from enemy faction...-
-having over numerous victories over the Royalists, it was time the enemy Flygon faction rebrand themselves into something a bit more menacing and something that will be more well known...-
-They Fly a flag that looks as below, and name themselves "The Sandstorm State of Flygaaz el-Basa and Flygaj al-Munir." (The Two names are the leaders of this faction) Otherwise more simply know as the "FLA" (Flygon Liberation Army (Whats translated on the flag)).-
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