Scenarios

Conflict

In ancient times, when humans and the mundane were not nearly as widespread as they are today, the Secret World ruled not from the shadows nor in secret. Giants wandered freely and vampires stalked the nights mercilessly. Witches ran amok and wizards took it upon themselves to hunt them down. Dragons hunted whatever they pleased and flew in large bangs that terrorized entire continents. Beasts ruled and man was weak. In this ancient time, werewolves and werecats reined at their mightiest. Never before had the two species been so widespread. And never before had relations between them been so violent. It seems every day there is a new battle between even more settlements. Finally, things boiled to a break in point. Shifter forces all over the globe mobilized to what is now known as North America. The entirety of the Great Plains was turned into a bloody war zone. Each species was tired of spoiled hunts, territorial disputes, and raided settlements. Neither side intended to leave here without eradicating the other. Alliances and friendships were forgotten. This was fight between the two shifter species and no other. The entire world held its breath, waiting for news of the victor's triumph. The battles lasted a long, grueling week. It was like hell on Earth. Magic, rudimentary weapons of stone and wood and metal, and, of course, every manor of canine and feline imaginable. On one end of he battlefield, a werewolf with a crinos form nearly as big as a forest giant swings his massive claws down. He cleaves a few werecats clean in half and sends twice as many flying in all directions. All over him, lions are climbing. They tear at his thick fur and practically dig into him in desperate attempts to kill the beast. Nearly a mile away, in the thick of the war zone, a pack of massive wolves clash with a huge pack of saber tooth cats. A wolf picks up a cat in its jaws and tosses it aside. The cat breaks it's spine upon impact with the ground. A pair of cats bring one of the great wolves to the ground and a third sinks it's teeth into him. On another warfront, legions of werewolves riding on the backs of other werewolves ride in. They dominate their battle field before the werecats pick up the tactic for themselves and even the odds. Hell on earth. Unbeknownst to either side, the battle is being watched by a dignity of dragons like none of them had ever seen before. After a long week of nonstop fighting, the dragons struck. Fire, ice, water, acid, poisonous gas, lighting, and sharp air rained down upon the battlefield. The dragons were taking the opportunity to remove one of the only threats to their hunting at the time. With both sides weakened from the fighting, they stood no chance as long as they stood alone. The dragons had massacred nearly a fourth of the total shifter population on the battlefield before word made it to the higher ups on each side. With the threat of extinction looming over both sides, the shifters has no other option but to join forces to deal with the dragons. So they did just that. Reluctantly, the fighting stopped. The same tactics they used against each other, they then used against the dragons. A werewolf in a crinos form nearly as big as a forest giant swings wildly at the dragons circling around him. His fur is charred and his limbs are stiff from electricity, but he doesn't let that's top him. Lions cling to his thick coat and use the height he gives them to jump upon the backs of dragons and bring them down. Nearly a mile away, in the thick of the war zone, a pack of giant wolves use strong legs to jump just high enough to clip the wings of their flying adversaries. Once on the ground, the reptiles are descended upon by a massive pack of saber tooth cats who make quick work of them. On another warfront, werewolves riding giant felines and werecats riding huge canines ride to meet the few wingless dragons the dignity had to offer. Despite the dragons' flying advantage and their powerful breath attacks, it wasn't enough to defeat the combined forces of the werecats and werewolves. Finally, the last of the dragons were driven off and a cheer erupted across the Great Plains. Some say you can still feel the joy and relief in the air of that part of the world today. The foot soldiers from both sides celebrated for three days after that, against the orders of their higher ups, who immediately tried to resume the war. Finally, with their forces refusing orders of aggression, the leaders of each side met once more to discuss peace. They came out of the peace talks with a strong alliance that lasts even to this day.