Not if the bolt throwers keep their attention
Who Needs Harmony?: An MLP Empire Quest
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Crow gotta eat
That peckish, patriotic, Protestant passerine.
- Location
- United States of America
How would they do that? We would have to move them into range for them to hit the bolt throwers in order to make them focus their attention on the bolt throwers since the bolt throwers out-range them and they presumably know they can't hit the bolt throwers with the maximum range of their catapults, so they would have no reason to try and hit the bolt throwers.
Phrased that wrongly, what I meant was the bolt throwers will attack the catapults, thus keeping their attention.
- Location
- Back in Cali
[] Plan: HEY BROCHARD, COME AND GET MY RAPID RESPONSE!
Better to have him break against our forces. Even if it is only the mercs and scum that still keeps those groups from being a threat later on. He cannot run. He has to fight it is the only way for him to keep his throne. He will attack let him lose men to this.
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[X] Plan: Between Hammer and Hard Place
Same reasons just works better with this.
Better to have him break against our forces. Even if it is only the mercs and scum that still keeps those groups from being a threat later on. He cannot run. He has to fight it is the only way for him to keep his throne. He will attack let him lose men to this.
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[X] Plan: Between Hammer and Hard Place
Same reasons just works better with this.
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Ah fuck it.
[] Plan: HEY BROCHARD, COME AND GET MY RAPID RESPONSE!
The reminder that he has to fight and win this battle changed my mind. The Knights lion should be able to counter any tricks he tries to pull on us
Edit: Grrrah! double fuck it! [] Plan: Between Hammer and Hard Place
Edit: screw it not voting for either of these
[] Plan: HEY BROCHARD, COME AND GET MY RAPID RESPONSE!
The reminder that he has to fight and win this battle changed my mind. The Knights lion should be able to counter any tricks he tries to pull on us
Edit: Grrrah! double fuck it! [] Plan: Between Hammer and Hard Place
Edit: screw it not voting for either of these
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Crow gotta eat
That peckish, patriotic, Protestant passerine.
- Location
- United States of America
Isn't Lockstep Legion a charging plan? Unless you mean the same reasons can also be used to justified for charging as well.
[X] Plan: HEY BROCHARD, COME AND GET MY RAPID RESPONSE!
- Location
- Back in Cali
It is not charging it is slowly encircling Brochard with an unbreakable wall on both sides. We slowly move in take out his siege engines and make it slow he can not run.
Crow gotta eat
That peckish, patriotic, Protestant passerine.
- Location
- United States of America
It literally says "Charge!" and "Rapidly close with his forces and engage them before they have a chance to try anything." What you're suggesting sounds more like a write-in.
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- Location
- Back in Cali
I was sleepy when I copied and pasted that fixed it withe the right one now. It was meant to be this write-in option. [] Plan: Between Hammer and Hard Place
I'm pretty impressed that wingbardy is still holding out, though I have no idea how much of their army is still left.
Edit: Or if Talonuelli is even left
Edit: Or if Talonuelli is even left
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- Location
- Depends on how much of a troll Zelretch is today!
- Location
- California
[X] Plan: Lockstep Legion
- [X] Charge!: Brochard is many things, but he's not an idiot. He had to have known you'd try to assist Wingbardy, and he has to have a plan to deal with you. Don't give him time to enact it. Rapidly close with his forces and engage them before they have a chance to try anything.
- [X] Links in a Chain: Scatter them individually throughout the frontline units, bolstering morale and ensuring discipline amongst the rank and file.
We have to relieve the siege somehow, and screaming,' Come get me Brochard,' seems to generous for what is obviously a martial-specialist opponent.
We would have needed to take the Diamond dog action this turn. We didn't, so no diamond dog auxiliary.
- [X] Charge!: Brochard is many things, but he's not an idiot. He had to have known you'd try to assist Wingbardy, and he has to have a plan to deal with you. Don't give him time to enact it. Rapidly close with his forces and engage them before they have a chance to try anything.
- [X] Links in a Chain: Scatter them individually throughout the frontline units, bolstering morale and ensuring discipline amongst the rank and file.
We have to relieve the siege somehow, and screaming,' Come get me Brochard,' seems to generous for what is obviously a martial-specialist opponent.
We would have needed to take the Diamond dog action this turn. We didn't, so no diamond dog auxiliary.
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- Location
- Back in Cali
We didn't take the option to raise a force of 500. So no dogs.
- Location
- Venezuela
[X] Plan: Lockstep Legion
- Location
- Maryland
You offer up your bonuses and I'll assign them to the lowest rolls to try and bring them up to a better level and produce a better result. Also, for those who are wondering, you have a little over 12 hours from now to discuss and plan before I call the vote.
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NexysDhyArchen
Throne Breaker
[X] Plan: Lockstep Legion
- Location
- Depends on how much of a troll Zelretch is today!
Well this feels suitably dramatic, one epic battle to decide the fate of many. and to settle once and for all who deserves the title of Emperor.
Omake: War Dogs (Non-Canon)
- Location
- Texas
War Dogs
Garrick found himself pacing in his tent as he waited for the other members of this 'important meeting' to finally arrive.
There were many things about this whole thing he didn't like; that it was being held in the dead of night, he didn't know who was coming, and that all he had gotten out of his Spymaster was 'What they have to offer can be very useful', which was as clear as mud. So he was stuck waiting like some inept chick when he could be cuddled up to his wife before this vital battle that will change griffon-kind.
Thankfully for his patience, he heard the shuffling of armor from his guards outside, followed by the claw of Ravenburg that was parting the canvas flap. The stoic avian stepped in and offered only a curt nod of greeting before stepping aside and gesturing for someone to come in.
Garrick had been expecting alot of things, but a massive diamond dog had not been one of them.
The biped's pointed ears brushed the top of the tent as his head swiveled down to look at the king, his fur coat a mix of black and brown that was partly concealed by the worn leather coat he wore. There were no visible weapons, the lamplight flickered off the spikes on his collar and bracelets, as well as his thick glinting claws as he waved..then brought his hand down and offered a halting bow. "Howdy there, Bos-er..yer Kingness. Name's Bowser."
A blueblood would have turned their beak up at his tone, but Garrick knew enough about diamond dogs didn't really understand royalty. This one at least considered him their alpha and tried to show proper appeasement, though both sides weren't sure how to take this. So he chose to just push on and nod. "Hello Bowser. Lord Ravenburg has told me you've something important to speak on."
The canine nodded quickly, lips pulling into a grin and making his teeth semi-visible as he looked to the stiffly standing griffin. "Yeah! Yeah! Gav here says you guys's worrying about some thing that throws super-big rocks, right?"
The king blinked and looked to 'Gav', who was pointedly looking at everywhere but them, then back to Bowser. "Erm...yes, the catapults are a concern. Do you have a solution?"
"Sure!" Bowser brightened. "I got some mutts that're willin' ta come with me and just take care of 'em." Something in his eyes turned devious. "If them griffons set 'em on the ground, us dogs can dig it right out from under their snooty beaks." He looked about to laugh, then coughed into his fist. "Not that your bunch are snooty. Yer good folks."
That was...a surprisingly good idea actually. Garrick rubbed his chin and nodded slowly. "I think that would be a clever idea. I assume you want something in return for your effort."
"Yep! Show us how we can have a pack like you got."
Huh. He hadn't been expecting that. "You mean a kingdom?"
Bowser grinned. "Yeah! Not a big one like yours, yer Kingness, but one that us dogs can make underground." He nodded quickly. "It can be dangerous, so we travel in packs, right?" He waited for the king to nod before continuing. "So I figure if we can getta bunch'a dogs together like yer kingdom thingy, we don't gotta wander around all tha time. And that sounds pretty good ta me!"
Garrick had no idea what kind of society diamond dogs have, but it wouldn't be a bad to try and organize them into some kind of vassal state. And if the metaphorical groundwork started with their literal groundwork, he could live with that. "It sounds good to me too, Bowser. If you help my army, I'll help your people as best as I can."
The canine's grin went from ear to fluffy ear.
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Just something I made up for giggles, and to stretch me writing haunches after my time off in December. That, and I like the idea of turning diamond dogs into the ultimate sapper units.
And before I forget, here be me vote:
[X] Plan Between Hammer and Hard Place + Crimson Strike
Garrick found himself pacing in his tent as he waited for the other members of this 'important meeting' to finally arrive.
There were many things about this whole thing he didn't like; that it was being held in the dead of night, he didn't know who was coming, and that all he had gotten out of his Spymaster was 'What they have to offer can be very useful', which was as clear as mud. So he was stuck waiting like some inept chick when he could be cuddled up to his wife before this vital battle that will change griffon-kind.
Thankfully for his patience, he heard the shuffling of armor from his guards outside, followed by the claw of Ravenburg that was parting the canvas flap. The stoic avian stepped in and offered only a curt nod of greeting before stepping aside and gesturing for someone to come in.
Garrick had been expecting alot of things, but a massive diamond dog had not been one of them.
The biped's pointed ears brushed the top of the tent as his head swiveled down to look at the king, his fur coat a mix of black and brown that was partly concealed by the worn leather coat he wore. There were no visible weapons, the lamplight flickered off the spikes on his collar and bracelets, as well as his thick glinting claws as he waved..then brought his hand down and offered a halting bow. "Howdy there, Bos-er..yer Kingness. Name's Bowser."
A blueblood would have turned their beak up at his tone, but Garrick knew enough about diamond dogs didn't really understand royalty. This one at least considered him their alpha and tried to show proper appeasement, though both sides weren't sure how to take this. So he chose to just push on and nod. "Hello Bowser. Lord Ravenburg has told me you've something important to speak on."
The canine nodded quickly, lips pulling into a grin and making his teeth semi-visible as he looked to the stiffly standing griffin. "Yeah! Yeah! Gav here says you guys's worrying about some thing that throws super-big rocks, right?"
The king blinked and looked to 'Gav', who was pointedly looking at everywhere but them, then back to Bowser. "Erm...yes, the catapults are a concern. Do you have a solution?"
"Sure!" Bowser brightened. "I got some mutts that're willin' ta come with me and just take care of 'em." Something in his eyes turned devious. "If them griffons set 'em on the ground, us dogs can dig it right out from under their snooty beaks." He looked about to laugh, then coughed into his fist. "Not that your bunch are snooty. Yer good folks."
That was...a surprisingly good idea actually. Garrick rubbed his chin and nodded slowly. "I think that would be a clever idea. I assume you want something in return for your effort."
"Yep! Show us how we can have a pack like you got."
Huh. He hadn't been expecting that. "You mean a kingdom?"
Bowser grinned. "Yeah! Not a big one like yours, yer Kingness, but one that us dogs can make underground." He nodded quickly. "It can be dangerous, so we travel in packs, right?" He waited for the king to nod before continuing. "So I figure if we can getta bunch'a dogs together like yer kingdom thingy, we don't gotta wander around all tha time. And that sounds pretty good ta me!"
Garrick had no idea what kind of society diamond dogs have, but it wouldn't be a bad to try and organize them into some kind of vassal state. And if the metaphorical groundwork started with their literal groundwork, he could live with that. "It sounds good to me too, Bowser. If you help my army, I'll help your people as best as I can."
The canine's grin went from ear to fluffy ear.
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Just something I made up for giggles, and to stretch me writing haunches after my time off in December. That, and I like the idea of turning diamond dogs into the ultimate sapper units.
And before I forget, here be me vote:
[X] Plan Between Hammer and Hard Place + Crimson Strike
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- Location
- Missouri
[x] Plan: Lockstep Legion
I like this plan, if we can ensure that the catapults get bolted first then all the better, we can't be shooting into our own men. That said could we establish firing lines for archers and the like on the flanks or above as well since flying units are what make up the griffon army? Oh, many this just reminds me of my Total War sims. Only now with mass flying units for everyone!
I like this plan, if we can ensure that the catapults get bolted first then all the better, we can't be shooting into our own men. That said could we establish firing lines for archers and the like on the flanks or above as well since flying units are what make up the griffon army? Oh, many this just reminds me of my Total War sims. Only now with mass flying units for everyone!