Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170602122803/@comment-30700719-20170907231359

In a secret speakeasy off the streets of Lescatie, the squad of four Wyverns and the lead Dragon are debriefing. A few Dwarves consult their maps, and one puts a scarlet cross on the seashore, right overtop the prison. They all gather around the table, staring at the map, before walking off to their respective posts. The Wyverns call up their wingmates, the Dwarves clamber into their motorised, lightweight flying machines. Their small size and equally low weight allowed the Gremlin engineers to equip their machines with extraordinarily high armor. The Dragon reports back directly to the Iron Wings leader. One by one, a small task force equivalent to an army take to to the skies, crossing the country towards the unaware target.