Description:. hi, you like claymores, katanas, short swords, scimitars, swords with a good look that does not need DLC, then this mod is for you! The shield may become invisible for unknown reasons, especially with vampires. verification needed Oddly enough, the Blades Sword has an associated perk (Steel), whereas the Blades Armor set does not, and therefore the armor cannot be improved as easily as the weapon.
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*VODAHMIN ENCAMPMENT*
SKINGRAD
CYRODIIL
So… here we are.
- The shield has the same defense stat as that of Auriel's shield but is a little bit lighter with a weight of 12. To obtain this shield, a player must first complete ‘The Wolf Queen Awakens' quest; then, it will be given to you by Falk Firebeard. This shield can be enchanted to make it a very powerful piece of armor.
- Wolf Shield is a heavy shield added by mod Immersive Armors.
- The release of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Special Edition on the Xbox One means that you'll get to enjoy mods with your RPG experience on consoles.
Here we are.
The High Mother of the Vodahmin stood on the hill, looking down at the field that would soon decide the fate of Tamriel. If it had not been for the ring on her finger, the entourage gathered around her might have seen the change in her eyes from bright blue to emerald green.
Gran turismo 6 rom. How many more of my children must die before the sun sets today?
After today, we will be THE power of Tamriel, and no one will dare challenge us. After that, none of them will need die.
Yes, because once we seize power, everyone will be PERFECTLY content to let Tala Niwot sit on the Ruby Throne.
Then we must ensure that today's example is sufficient to dissuade such fools.
Tala looked down, squinting at the distant Imperial formation below.
What are they doing down there?
It's a tactic called the Fist of the Emperor, Potema answered. Rather than trying to match our battle-line, Medeborn is consolidating his troops in the center for a concentrated push. When the weight of his line breaks through our center, half will hold one flank in place, while the other rolls up our line.
How do you know that?
OH, Tala dear, chuckled the Wolf-Queen, I fought these exact tactics back in the War of the Red Diamond. My dear brother Cephorus invented this particular strategy to fight my battle-line of draugr.
If they want to strike at our center so badly, thought Tala, then I say we let them do so.
Exactly, little Tala, the Wolf-Queen agreed. Time to take a page from… what was his name again? From your world?
Shaka Zulu.
'You all know your places,' the High Queen stated aloud, turning to face each of her commanders. 'We have made our plans, and our deployments are sound.'
Nods went around the circle.
'The rest is in the hands of the gods,' stated Serana.
'The gods?' Tala scoffed. 'Our fates lie within our own hands, and no one else's, my love.'
More laughter, and the brandishing of weapons.
'Let us be about this day, then, my children.'
*VODAHMIN CENTER*
Ivanos gulped as he saw Queen Tala strode to the front line, stabbing her spear into the ground and strapping on her shield. Distinct in their black Daedric armor, she stood with her bodyguards, soldiers who had fought beside her since the beginning, who would die for her; who loved her. Then the queen turned and her voice carried effortlessly through the ranks:
'This is the last army standing between us and the Imperial City, my children!' she called out. 'Here, there is no advantage of numbers, nor of training. These are their best soldiers, their most skilled veterans. It shall be their skill against ours; their bravery and ours. So here we stand.'
She looked around her, at the faces of all her warriors. And she smiled. And Ivanos, and all the soldiers around him silently vowed to deserve a tenth of that smile. For she was their queen, their Banrion, their High Mother. Then, in only the time it took to strap on her daedric helmet, her smile disappeared and the voice turned to steel and ice, slicing the very air in twain. And she was Tala the Witch-Queen once more.
'Send these bastard sons of bitches back to Oblivion, my brothers!'
A loud cheer arose, spear clashing against shield, a mockery of the foes that stood opposite them, a rising jest, a challenge.
They marched forward, taking up battle lines at the mouth of the long and narrow pass. The time-honored strategy of the Covenant, the shield-wall, would be her guard against the vast ranks of the Imperials. The kite-shaped shields of the Vodahmin, covering them from neck to foot, locked together in an unbroken palisade of steel.
Far away, and yet drawing closer, a low rumbling was heard. The very ground seemed to tremble, and all that could be heard in the silence was the thunder in the distance, the kind that any seasoned warrior can instantly tell is made by no cloud.
The queen took her place in the shield wall. Borkul handed her war-spear to her.
'Imperial Cataphracts, I'll be bound.'
'Whoever is commanding over there is a fool, to send cavalry against armored footmen,' the queen nodded in reply.
Movarth Piquine snorted in derision.
'The Cataphracts are the sons and heirs of Cyrodiil's nobility. More than likely they demanded the honor of leading the vanguard, and he couldn't tell them 'no.'
Skoberth Black-Song took his place by his queen's side.
'I hope they don't do something as stupid as send a herald to demand our surrender.'
'No fear, bard,' the queen replied. 'They have come for death and death alone.'
'But what they do not know is that it is their own.'
Tala nodded, smiling at his reply.
The dark rhythmic pounding ceased. And for a moment, all was still. Then there came a faint note of a horn, followed by a roaring battle-cry. The thunder of galloping hooves resumed.
'They come,' the queen said simply.
Borkul hefted his pike, testing its weight and balance in his hand. 'PIKES, AT THE READY!' he bellowed, his voice a battle-horn across the lines.
Seasoned warriors gripped well-worn handles of their long lances. Ivanos licked his lips and glanced nervously towards the veterans.
'Easy, lad,' soothed Ericc, the Nord smiling at the young boy next to him. 'They're coming.'
'I'm not scared,' the boy said too quickly. He cleared his throat. 'There's just…so many.'
'Well, Ivanos,' replied Ahmed, 'If it helps any, just close your eyes. You'll know they're here when you feel your spear jerk.'
The soldiers around them chuckled at the old joke, each of them remembering the first time they had heard it.
'You'll be fine, boy,' soothed Ssirutak, the giant Argonian gripping her own pike. 'Just keep that shield up.'
The first ranks of oncoming Imperials could now be seen. The horsemen in front could be seen drawing their infamous crossbows, knocking the bolts on the rings found on the quivers on their saddles. The fire from these crossbows could tear the shield-wall apart before the horsemen were ever in spear-range.
'Movarth!' yelled the queen.
'PART RANKS!' The vampire lord's order rang out across the formation. The shield-bearers separated ever so slightly, a barrage of arrows flying between them. The range of the Dwemer Crossbow was greater than the single-hand versions carried by the horsemen. Ivanos felt the fletching of one of the bolts graze his ear as it passed, and heard Jaren behind him swear slightly as he worked the crank-handle to reload the four-sided weapon.
The front ranks of the enemy crumbled, and horsemen behind were caught up in the confused mass that resulted. The irresistible charge of the Imperials had broken down into a huddled mass, which a Vodahmin archer could not easily miss. Only a pitiful remnant remained organized enough to rally and continue the charge. But their numbers were too few now. Bolts continued to ply into the mass of horsemen that were plunging forward, and the shieldbearers remained steadfast, closing ranks only at the last possible moment as they met the charge.
With a horrible clash of steel on bone, the two lines collided. In vain, the horsemen strove to breach the long lances and shields of the Vodahmin. Every spear thrust emptied a saddle or toppled a horse, and the very numbers that were supposed to overwhelm the defenders now only served to push the foremost ranks to their deaths.
'Hold them! Stand fast!' came the cry of the queen. The front ranks were being sorely pressed from the sheer weight of bodies being pressed against them. The queen glanced behind her.
'Borkul! Now!'
The giant orc's voice echoed even above the din of battle.
'AT READY..WAAAAIT FOOOOR IIIIITTTT…. ADVANCE!'
At the command, the front rank suddenly took a knee. The second rank advanced with their shields above their heads, smashing the off-balance foes from their saddles. They closed ranks in front of the relieved front rank. A fresh rank of soldiers now stood with shields ready and spears extended.
'ADVANCE!'
The action was repeated, throwing horseman and beast alike to the ground. And those that fell rarely survived to rise again. Super smash bros waluigi mod.
'ADVANCE!'
It was too much for most of the Imperials. An enemy that they were supposed to simply ride over now was advancing against them. The survivors of the carnage who still had horses turned them and galloped back towards the safety of their own lines. But a Dwemer Crossbow can fire very fast and very far.
'PART RANKS!' rang out the order again. As before, the arrows poured from the Vodahmin lines, emptying saddles left and right. Less than a handful outrode the fletched rain of death that claimed their comrades.
Decurion Morgen pulled his spear out of a quivering body and looked to his right, surveying the status of his hoplon. Ahmed had a small gash on his forehead and Jirah was bleeding from her shoulder, but the Breton woman still smiled and nodded back at her decurion.
'Is that it?' said Ivanos with a quaky voice, pulling his spear from a fallen foeman. 'Did we win?'
'Aye, lad,' the orc captain nodded. 'We won this round. But they'll be a-coming again. Jirah, fall out of line and get that shoulder seen to.'
'I'll be alright, sir,' the Breton woman protested. 'A quick healing-spell, and I'll be right as…'
'Then fall out and get it done, soldier!' the orc snapped. 'Now! The sooner you do, the sooner you can be back!'
Jirah saluted, and then with a glance and a nod at her brother, marched down the light towards the hospital tents in the rear. An unknown figure from the second rank stepped forward to fill the gap in the line.
Suddenly, in the distance, the rhythmic pounding began again. Over the crest of the hill, the first ranks of the infantry could be seen. Their kite-shaped shields matched the Vodahmin army's in shape and size, and the close-ordered ranks of the two armies mirrored one another. Suddenly, there came a sound that reminded Ivanos of wind passing through grain fields.
'Turtle!' came the shout. The ranks of infantry drew close together, the rear ranks raising their shields to cover the heads of the front ranks. A storm of arrows punched down at the ranks of the Covenant soldiers. The close-knit shields blocked most of the deadly projectiles, but here and there a soldier went down, either screaming and clutching at an embedded shaft, or else sank down without a sound and went still.
'RETURN FIRE!'
The Vodahmin archers raised their own weapons, and an answering storm of shafts went through the air at the enemy ranks, who were now advancing with a steady, rhythmic shout of, 'CY-RO-DIIL! CY-RO-DIIL! CY-RO-DIIL!'
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Ivanos and his comrades on either side raised their own war-cry in answer, unbidden and almost instinctively:
'TA-LA! TA-LA! TA-LA!'
And then came the sudden barrage of the Imperial pila, and then the two armies clashed with a sickening screech of blades against armor.
*VODAHMIN LEFT FLANK*
'My lord,' Venarus Vulpin reported, saluting, 'The Imperials are pushing back our center.'
Lord Vighar nodded solemnly, looking at the ranks of the red-armored soldiers quick-marching along the forest road, moving from order of march into line of battle, facing the Imperials' flank.
'Kornalus Frey,' he said at last, 'release your beasts. Madam Rendas, you may do the same. Time to repay the Queen for granting the both of you asylum within the Covenant.'
The Altmer and Dunmer mages bowed low, murmuring reassurances as they moved forward towards the front ranks. There, several nervous Covenant soldiers held boxes that hummed with a magical energy, as well as shivered and shook, with loud screeches coming from within.
The two mages stood, and then made a simultaneous motion. The boxes were placed on the ground, and then their bearers kicked them over, before turning and running back towards the safety of their own ranks.
From within the crates, multiple breeds of Frostbite Spiders, magically infused with fire, electricity, and frost energy, poured forward from the woods, and made their way down the hill towards the crowded ranks of the legionnaires. From below, someone in the ranks screamed a warning, and several of the archers whirled to direct their fire at the unholy tide of monsters streaming towards them. But the pitiful number of shafts sent in their direction did nothing to stem their onslaught, and screams began to rise as the creatures detonated in close proximity to the Legion ranks.
Vighar grinned and nodded his approval at the two mages who stood beside him, beaming their own excitement at the results of their experiments. He raised his arm and made a chopping motion.
'Flanks, advance!'
The vampiric regiments marched forward in their shield wall, with pikes extended and fangs bared.
*VODAHMIN RIGHT FLANK*
'I still say it is dangerous, taking most of our mages away from the main battle-line,' Icando Damn-Rune stated sullenly, watching the hard-pressed center of the Vodahmin battle-line yield to the more heavily-packed Imperial line, slowly but surely.
'Do you think I feel any different, Icando? Serana snapped, more vehemence in the question than she had intended. 'That is my lover down there, and she's the bait meant to lure the Imperials in.'
'You worry too much, vampiress,' Miraak sighed, 'She has not shirked from her duty. Your ability to do yours will not be aided by worrying for her.'
The Akaviri warrior waved his staff, and a black portal opened, from which the figure of a Lurker, drawn from the halls of Apocrypha itself, stepped onto the battlefield.
'VAHZEN,' rumbled the figure of the great grey figure of Durnehviir hovering above them. 'Let us do our part for the Qahnaarin. DIIL-QOTH-ZAAM!'
A violet swirl of magical power appeared, and from the depths of the Soul Cairn itself, Mistmen and Wrathmen arose from his shout.
Serana clicked the switch, extending the Rose of Sanguine in her hand to its full length, and then channeled her power through the staff. With a flurry of Daedric power, Teyrn'garwch materialized next to her, the Dremora warrior drawing the greatsword on his back.
The ranks of mages, warlocks, necromancers, and magic users of every stripe all made their incantations, spells, and words of command. In front of their ranks, Gargoyles, and Atronachs of every variety spawned from the Conjuration portals that littered the wood-covered hill. Spectral wolves, and ghosts of long-dead warriors appeared as well, baring ghostly fangs and drawing shrouded weapons. Behind them, the undead ranks of draugr and reanimated corpses from the previous week's battles and skirmishes shuffled forward, their long moans rising in volume as they did so.
Serana raised the Rose above her head, and then brought it down, pointing at the Imperial left flank.
'FORWARD!'
*SOME TIME LATER*
'Sir, we must fall back! The day is lost!'
General Gaius Maro shook the blood from his eyes, allowing himself to be pulled away from the fighting by his entourage and bodyguards.
'We must cut through to make our escape!'
The Penitus Oculatus officer cast an eye at the carnage unfolding all around them: From the rear, Vodahmin cavalry and mammoths were firing and then retreating, not allowing themselves to come into direct conflict with the heavily-armored Legion ranks, but not allowing them to escape in that direction either. On the right flank, the distinctive red armor of the vampire regiments could be seen, charging downhill into the now-disorganized and broken ranks. On the left flank, it was even worse: demons and undead of every variety collided with the Legion ranks, scattering them left and right like chaff before a heavy wind. The inevitable truth sank in like a icy chill:
'There is no escape,' he said in a low voice. In a few moments, this great army would be surrounded, and their heavily-packed ranks that were supposed to overwhelm the Vodahmin would now only serve to encumber most of the legionnaires, preventing them from lending aid to their comrades.
In short, they were trapped like sardines in a barrel.
'WITH ME!' He called out suddenly, shaking the blood from his sword and picking up a discarded shield. 'We strike for the Witch-Queen's standard! If she goes down, the entire Covenant will fall apart! We'll rout them all!'
But probably, not, his mind chided him. More than likely we'll all die here. But if we can bring down Tala Niwot, then maybe this clusterfuck I've made of my first command will mean something. She has no heir: More than likely the Covenant leaders will quarrel over the succession, and then their invasion will fall apart…
'FOR THE EMPEROR!'
The small party around him now had their swords drawn as well, and stragglers and survivors were joining them every second, lending weight and impetus to their last, desperate charge. Gaius Maro slashed aside a Redguard soldier, and then physically flipped a Khajiit over him with his shield. And then suddenly the soldiers in front of him were wearing black Daedric armor, rather than the standard golden shade of the rank-and-file Covenant troops.
Her bodyguard, some part of Maro's mind told him exultantly. We've got her, we've got…' Vray sketchup proxy tree.
An Imperial soldier in front of him disappeared beneath the blow of the largest, most monstrous mace Gaius had ever seen, wielded by a deceptively slim figure that…
It's her.
Tala Niwot.
The Witch Queen, herself, herself.
'FOR THE EMPEROR!' he heard his own voice shout, his feet automatically moving to intercept her, to cut her down, to save his Empire, his father, and…
Tala Niwot took a step back, reaching over her left shoulder to bring a long staff to bear. Gaius was only aware of a snarling, savage face carved on the top (or was it a face of mocking laughter?) before he instinctively brought his shield up to block the bolt of magical energy coming at him.
Even as he did it, he realized his error, as the red bolt struck the now-exposed knee, just beneath his upraised shield. There was a disorienting wave of nausea as a red mist engulfed him, but when it cleared, he felt unharmed. He raised his wing to strike at the figure of the Witch-Queen and…
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Wait… wing?
The startled yell that escaped him came out as a strangled, 'Bok-CAWK!'
I'm a…. CHICKEN?!
Then that terrible mace descended again… and all was blackness.
When you hear the wolf howl, show no fear!
Darkness is coming! Shed no tear!
When you see the night draw nearer and nearer,
The Wolf Queen is coming! Potema is here!
Against the enemy, we shall be cruel!
Victory is coming, the sword is our tool!
Those who resist us are the greatest of fools,
The Witch-Queen is with us, Tala shall rule!
- Excerpt from Victory of the Covenant, by Skoberth Black-Song
Author's Note:
Well, everyone, thanks for keeping up with this story, despite the irregular updates. Hopefully, this battle will make up for the delay. Here we see yet again the unique tactical combination that Tala Niwot of Earth and Potema Septim of Tamriel make together, even if no one is aware of it… yet.
And we got some Wabbajack Action! Woot!
Full credit to griezz, for sharing the first verse of the poem with me; I simply tacked on a second one. As always, your thoughts/ comments/ reviews/ constructive criticisms are always welcome!
ROCK ON, my friends!
Tusken1602
Reviewer Responses:
Bloodwolf432, Dumnezeu – It's certainly a turning point in the history of warfare on Nirn.
embrewing – Well said, my friend.
derpysauce – It was not a fluke that Lewis helped win the Stormcloak Rebellion. He is a skilled general and tactician in his own right. Gunpowder is just the latest addition to his arsenal.
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jdboss1, Spartanzerg75 – Excellent points. We are in a world of magic, demons, gods, and dragons, after all. Guns are, if you think about it, only a small equalizer for the non-magical and very-much-mortal. And they're not a 'beats-all' weapon, either: a good general can devise tactics to mitigate the advantage rifles bring.
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tylermech66, griezz1, Wiwerse– Tala is probably going to flip when she hears word of Lewis' new toys, yes.
DarkFireCAt5241999 – I've done my best to keep up with the lore in the game, but I'm just not a fan of MMORPGs.
JimmyHall24 – The College has enchanted these particular rifles to be very accurate (see chapter 1).
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GalacticHalfling – That is usually how wars go: there is VERY rarely a 'Good Guy' and 'Bad Guy.' Most of the time it's two people groups slugging it out for dominance, as Humanity has done since we started carrying rocks…
Rabastan, Guest, idarkfang79 – The High Queen is now a more subtle mixture of the two. I would almost say they are two sides of the same coin, rather than two passengers in a single coach, by now.
Guest, Serpent – You'll have to wait and see, my friend. ;)
The ranks of mages, warlocks, necromancers, and magic users of every stripe all made their incantations, spells, and words of command. In front of their ranks, Gargoyles, and Atronachs of every variety spawned from the Conjuration portals that littered the wood-covered hill. Spectral wolves, and ghosts of long-dead warriors appeared as well, baring ghostly fangs and drawing shrouded weapons. Behind them, the undead ranks of draugr and reanimated corpses from the previous week's battles and skirmishes shuffled forward, their long moans rising in volume as they did so.
Serana raised the Rose above her head, and then brought it down, pointing at the Imperial left flank.
'FORWARD!'
*SOME TIME LATER*
'Sir, we must fall back! The day is lost!'
General Gaius Maro shook the blood from his eyes, allowing himself to be pulled away from the fighting by his entourage and bodyguards.
'We must cut through to make our escape!'
The Penitus Oculatus officer cast an eye at the carnage unfolding all around them: From the rear, Vodahmin cavalry and mammoths were firing and then retreating, not allowing themselves to come into direct conflict with the heavily-armored Legion ranks, but not allowing them to escape in that direction either. On the right flank, the distinctive red armor of the vampire regiments could be seen, charging downhill into the now-disorganized and broken ranks. On the left flank, it was even worse: demons and undead of every variety collided with the Legion ranks, scattering them left and right like chaff before a heavy wind. The inevitable truth sank in like a icy chill:
'There is no escape,' he said in a low voice. In a few moments, this great army would be surrounded, and their heavily-packed ranks that were supposed to overwhelm the Vodahmin would now only serve to encumber most of the legionnaires, preventing them from lending aid to their comrades.
In short, they were trapped like sardines in a barrel.
'WITH ME!' He called out suddenly, shaking the blood from his sword and picking up a discarded shield. 'We strike for the Witch-Queen's standard! If she goes down, the entire Covenant will fall apart! We'll rout them all!'
But probably, not, his mind chided him. More than likely we'll all die here. But if we can bring down Tala Niwot, then maybe this clusterfuck I've made of my first command will mean something. She has no heir: More than likely the Covenant leaders will quarrel over the succession, and then their invasion will fall apart…
'FOR THE EMPEROR!'
The small party around him now had their swords drawn as well, and stragglers and survivors were joining them every second, lending weight and impetus to their last, desperate charge. Gaius Maro slashed aside a Redguard soldier, and then physically flipped a Khajiit over him with his shield. And then suddenly the soldiers in front of him were wearing black Daedric armor, rather than the standard golden shade of the rank-and-file Covenant troops.
Her bodyguard, some part of Maro's mind told him exultantly. We've got her, we've got…' Vray sketchup proxy tree.
An Imperial soldier in front of him disappeared beneath the blow of the largest, most monstrous mace Gaius had ever seen, wielded by a deceptively slim figure that…
It's her.
Tala Niwot.
The Witch Queen, herself, herself.
'FOR THE EMPEROR!' he heard his own voice shout, his feet automatically moving to intercept her, to cut her down, to save his Empire, his father, and…
Tala Niwot took a step back, reaching over her left shoulder to bring a long staff to bear. Gaius was only aware of a snarling, savage face carved on the top (or was it a face of mocking laughter?) before he instinctively brought his shield up to block the bolt of magical energy coming at him.
Even as he did it, he realized his error, as the red bolt struck the now-exposed knee, just beneath his upraised shield. There was a disorienting wave of nausea as a red mist engulfed him, but when it cleared, he felt unharmed. He raised his wing to strike at the figure of the Witch-Queen and…
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Wait… wing?
The startled yell that escaped him came out as a strangled, 'Bok-CAWK!'
I'm a…. CHICKEN?!
Then that terrible mace descended again… and all was blackness.
When you hear the wolf howl, show no fear!
Darkness is coming! Shed no tear!
When you see the night draw nearer and nearer,
The Wolf Queen is coming! Potema is here!
Against the enemy, we shall be cruel!
Victory is coming, the sword is our tool!
Those who resist us are the greatest of fools,
The Witch-Queen is with us, Tala shall rule!
- Excerpt from Victory of the Covenant, by Skoberth Black-Song
Author's Note:
Well, everyone, thanks for keeping up with this story, despite the irregular updates. Hopefully, this battle will make up for the delay. Here we see yet again the unique tactical combination that Tala Niwot of Earth and Potema Septim of Tamriel make together, even if no one is aware of it… yet.
And we got some Wabbajack Action! Woot!
Full credit to griezz, for sharing the first verse of the poem with me; I simply tacked on a second one. As always, your thoughts/ comments/ reviews/ constructive criticisms are always welcome!
ROCK ON, my friends!
Tusken1602
Reviewer Responses:
Bloodwolf432, Dumnezeu – It's certainly a turning point in the history of warfare on Nirn.
embrewing – Well said, my friend.
derpysauce – It was not a fluke that Lewis helped win the Stormcloak Rebellion. He is a skilled general and tactician in his own right. Gunpowder is just the latest addition to his arsenal.
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jdboss1, Spartanzerg75 – Excellent points. We are in a world of magic, demons, gods, and dragons, after all. Guns are, if you think about it, only a small equalizer for the non-magical and very-much-mortal. And they're not a 'beats-all' weapon, either: a good general can devise tactics to mitigate the advantage rifles bring.
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tylermech66, griezz1, Wiwerse– Tala is probably going to flip when she hears word of Lewis' new toys, yes.
DarkFireCAt5241999 – I've done my best to keep up with the lore in the game, but I'm just not a fan of MMORPGs.
JimmyHall24 – The College has enchanted these particular rifles to be very accurate (see chapter 1).
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GalacticHalfling – That is usually how wars go: there is VERY rarely a 'Good Guy' and 'Bad Guy.' Most of the time it's two people groups slugging it out for dominance, as Humanity has done since we started carrying rocks…
Rabastan, Guest, idarkfang79 – The High Queen is now a more subtle mixture of the two. I would almost say they are two sides of the same coin, rather than two passengers in a single coach, by now.
Guest, Serpent – You'll have to wait and see, my friend. ;)
Luadog, badkidoh, – Thanks! I really appreciate the support!
EE-RAH!
