Cursed Waters- A Dragon RP

Back with Ocavo, Flint squinted at the lines of soldiers neatly stationed in groups of three in front of them. "So what's this new kind of fighting style? It seems like splitting up the troops this way would be detrimental." Flint observed, as he was used to commanding armies that acted like a battering ram, one solid wall, shattering their opponents by sheer number and density.
 
Zephyr ran down a hallway to the armory when she noticed something strange, a large brown dragon, who seemed to be looking for something. “What are you doing- your a Solosis! What are you doing in here!” She stopped and confronted him.

Back with Ocavo, Flint squinted at the lines of soldiers neatly stationed in groups of three in front of them. "So what's this new kind of fighting style? It seems like splitting up the troops this way would be detrimental." Flint observed, as he was used to commanding armies that acted like a battering ram, one solid wall, shattering their opponents by sheer number and density.
* though storm kept the main force on stand bye she still readied herself to fight with her own armor. Appollyon had given her enough time to gather all the soldiers scattered around her tribe's territory back to cloud peak for the defence.*
 
Zephyr ran down a hallway to the armory when she noticed something strange, a large brown dragon, who seemed to be looking for something. “What are you doing- your a Solosis! What are you doing in here!” She stopped and confronted him.
Marsh turned around quickly, his tail sweeping the floor. “ I ….uh .. I was delivering a message to Monarche storm, I can’t seem to find my way out of this building.” He said with a polite smile. “ no legendary weapon here anyways.”
 
Marsh turned around quickly, his tail sweeping the floor. “ I ….uh .. I was delivering a message to Monarche storm, I can’t seem to find my way out of this building.” He said with a polite smile. “ no legendary weapon here anyways.”
Zephyr narrowed her eyes. “Hm. Storm is this way.” She flicked her tail to lead him to the Monarche. She was suspicious, since he was wandering near the treasuries, but she decided to go along with his excuse.
 
Zephyr narrowed her eyes. “Hm. Storm is this way.” She flicked her tail to lead him to the Monarche. She was suspicious, since he was wandering near the treasuries, but she decided to go along with his excuse.
Marsh nodded kindly and followed behind her, Glancing through every door, window and crack in the wall. As soon as he was close, marsh could tell Monarche Storm wasn’t one to get into trouble with. He quit his search for the weapon and focused on the task at hand.
 
Marsh nodded kindly and followed behind her, Glancing through every door, window and crack in the wall. As soon as he was close, marsh could tell Monarche Storm wasn’t one to get into trouble with. He quit his search for the weapon and focused on the task at hand.
*storm was speaking with one of her generals about things happening outside at the moment, not yet aware of the visitor in the castle. After their short discussion, the general left to rejoin the battle with azira and her unit. Wich due to having a similar number of men, had become a stale mate. Storm shook her head with a sigh before getting ready to head out herself. That is until a guard spotted them approaching and told her.*

Zephyr narrowed her eyes. “Hm. Storm is this way.” She flicked her tail to lead him to the Monarche. She was suspicious, since he was wandering near the treasuries, but she decided to go along with his excuse.
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*storm was speaking with one of her generals about things happening outside at the moment, not yet aware of the visitor in the castle. After their short discussion, the general left to rejoin the battle with azira and her unit. Wich due to having a similar number of men, had become a stale mate. Storm shook her head with a sigh before getting ready to head out herself. That is until a guard spotted them approaching and told her.*


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Marsh walked into the room slowly, taking it in. His tail swept over the polished floor with a soft tinkling sound, like coins spilling everywhere. He was still exhausted from the flight up the mountain and he breathed in the thin air deeply. He bowed his head slightly as he came before Monarche Storm. “ I have a message sent from Monarche Basalt of the Solosis.”
 
Back with Ocavo, Flint squinted at the lines of soldiers neatly stationed in groups of three in front of them. "So what's this new kind of fighting style? It seems like splitting up the troops this way would be detrimental." Flint observed, as he was used to commanding armies that acted like a battering ram, one solid wall, shattering their opponents by sheer number and density.
"It's called the shalishim." Ocavo replied. Each trio fights as one individual, making it an almost unstoppable unit."

"How does it work?" Flint questioned critically.

"The advantage is, there's always two guys to watch your back.
Each individual is only concerned about the other two members of his unit. They fight hand-to-hand, taking the opposing force one bit at a time. One group of three, it's said, has the capability to wipe out an entire unit of soldiers fighting traditionally, or so I've heard. I doubt it's ever been tested before." He smiled grimly.
 
Marsh walked into the room slowly, taking it in. His tail swept over the polished floor with a soft tinkling sound, like coins spilling everywhere. He was still exhausted from the flight up the mountain and he breathed in the thin air deeply. He bowed his head slightly as he came before Monarche Storm. “ I have a message sent from Monarche Basalt of the Solosis.”
Storm: what is his message? *storm swished her tail side to side lightly as she listened for his response. She was anxious at the moment, but managed to keep that fact hidden. For she still believed that appollyon had other intentions then just the small force that was currently attacking. Wich had been confirmed when her scouts reported finding an area where a large group of dragons had been hiding out.*
 
*storm was speaking with one of her generals about things happening outside at the moment, not yet aware of the visitor in the castle. After their short discussion, the general left to rejoin the battle with azira and her unit. Wich due to having a similar number of men, had become a stale mate. Storm shook her head with a sigh before getting ready to head out herself. That is until a guard spotted them approaching and told her.*


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