Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-37523810-20190208030523

(Oh! I thought you meant like the historical dragoons. In that case, I suppose there would be five Orderite dragoons in his army; I’m making the Mamono-Orderite relationships very rare, if you couldn’t already tell.)

“Your dragoon units will be providing air support as our airships make their way to the drop zone. The enemy will likely have flying Mamono to defend with, so air units have been decked with crossbowmen and ballista turrets. Even so, we can only assume that they will have more airborne units than we can estimate.” The admiral gestured to the suspended airships, then to the naval units. “Once our flyboys reach the objective, the full force of our navy—-led by myself—-will start their assault on the defending land forces and capture the region from the coast. The rest of your army’s soldiers will secure the location from there.” The admiral looked up. “Any questions?”

Every prisoner started rushing out from the camp, heading straight for the forest along the coastline. Menagerie had to keep them from blowing their warhorns, or else every Orderite would be on their tails.

“Well... alright,” Shira hesitantly opened the door to the bathing room, easing the unconscious Oni into the tub, letting the water slowly was away the dirt and dust that covered her. “Just do whatever you can to keep her asleep and numb her pain. Spells, enchantments, whatever you can do.” As SHira said this, Mayumi unsheathed a knife before looking at Vez’nan. “You may not... want to witness this.” The Danuki didn’t give the mage any time to react before cutting away the tattered clothes of the Oni, tossing the soaked rags to the side.

“Are... are you sure that this will work? I don’t want you to get hurt for anything that we do...” Myuu was shaking a little.