Infiltration of Orisis XV’s Gold Dust Empire
Under the cover of darkness, the Silent Eye agents of Valorcrest slipped into the heart of the Orisis Empire—what was once the Gold Dust Empire, now renamed in Orisis XV's honor. The city’s grandeur was overshadowed by the suffocating air of human supremacy that permeated its politics and society. Propaganda posters adorned the walls, each depicting Orisis XV as a godlike figure. Below him were depictions of humans as the superior race, standing tall over broken chains symbolizing their "triumph" over demi-humans and other races.
Agent Kael, a seasoned operative, observed from a rooftop, his sharp eyes taking in the city streets filled with patrols. Beside him, Elira, a half-elf, crouched low. “Charming place,” she whispered sarcastically, her voice tinged with bitterness as she noticed an enslaved dwarf being dragged by Orisis guards for "insubordination."
Kael grimaced. “Orisis’s policies are as rotten as his tactics. Let’s move. We need intel on his next offensive.”
The agents slipped through alleys and shadows, eventually infiltrating a high-ranking council chamber. From their hiding spot behind ornate pillars, they could hear the heated discussion among Orisis XV’s advisors.
Orisis XV’s Council Chambers
Orisis XV, seated on a gilded throne raised above the council floor, exuded arrogance. Dressed in a dark uniform adorned with gold trim, he tapped his fingers impatiently on the armrest as his generals argued.
“We cannot sustain these losses!” barked General Zaric, slamming his fist on the table. “The slave waves are breaking too quickly against their artillery barrages. We need a new approach!”
Another general, Dreval, leaned forward, his tone cold. “The slave waves are expendable. We have millions more in reserve. Their deaths weaken the enemy's resources. Let the cannon fodder do its job.”
Orisis leaned back, a smug grin spreading across his face. “And yet, we’re still stalled. You disappoint me, Zaric. I expected better from you.”
Zaric swallowed hard, visibly shaken. “Your Majesty, the artillery barges and cluster bombs are devastating. Even our elite units can barely hold. We need to adapt, or Zepard and Durstasi will remain thorns in our side.”
Orisis stood, his voice silencing the room. “Enough. You forget who commands here. We will crush them—if not with brute force, then with fear.” He turned to Dreval. “Begin deploying the fire cannons to the frontlines. Burn their defenses to ash. And as for their morale…” His grin widened. “Release the prisoners we’ve taken, but ensure they carry a message of what happens to those who resist.”
Dreval saluted. “It will be done, Your Majesty.”
Frontline Chaos
Meanwhile, at the trenches, the relentless artillery fire from Valorcrest and Reynolds Empire troops created a hellish landscape. Orisis’s slave soldiers, pushed forward by the threat of death at the hands of their own commanders, fell in droves under the hail of cluster bombs and relentless barrages.
The first wave collapsed under the onslaught, their bodies piling up in the trenches. As the smoke cleared, Marcus led the charge with a battle cry, his sword gleaming as he leaped into the enemy lines. Behind him, Empress Valdrianna soared overhead, her dragonkin forces unleashing deadly firepower from the air.
“Forward! Take their trenches!” Marcus roared, slashing through an enemy soldier as Valorcrest troops surged behind him.
Dark elf Queen Elandra moved with lethal grace, her twin blades slicing through Orisis’s troops. “Push forward! Their lines are breaking!”
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A general born to rule
FantasyA general from the year 2129 reborn into a fantasy world with his past life knowledge and his best friend who was a military builder what would happen well let's say modern military vs a medieval world it went about as expected
