52 Chapter 51: Was is Upon Us.
Power, might, magic, strength, people.
In a war, these five things can mean everything and nothing at the same time.
Power is the result of the might of your magic, and the strength of your people. Might may be how many people you could kill with s single spell, or how many people you could save with a single spell, or even how many enemies you could turn into allies with a single spell- While strength can mean stability of your troops morale under pressure, or the overall ability of your troops to swing a sword or spear and kill the enemy with it. Maybe you could say that might and strength came hand in hand, both meaning different things but being synonyms of each other... But in a war, both these words could describe different situations, or different armies, or even different battlefields.
In this case-
Náttúrumaður watched from above as thousands upon thousands of dragons and draconic-like humanois marched forward, their own troops below marching as his floral wings flapped in the wind, he was already used to him being the new Forest Dragon- It was a bit of a shock when Mokzaxirrathan learned that Nátt was, in fact, son of the Legendary Yggdrasil himself (He was almost fanboying over him) because even though his dakily hunted dragons- They only hunted Chromatic dragons, dragons who were naturally born evil due to the influence of their Mother- Tiamat.
It was a curse.
Metallic Dragons and Gem Dragons were more rare in this continent, but even so they were seen once or twice and some people knew of their existence- But the truly Legendary dragon, beside Tiamat the Chromatic Dragon Goddess, Bahamut, the Metallic Dragon God, and Ruby, the Gem Dragon God- Was Yggdrasil, the one and only Forest Dragon, a personification of Forest itself! A God.
Well, there were many Gods, like the aforementioned Chained Oblivion Tharizdun- Dreamer of the Abyss. But there were also three other Gods (Beside the Minor Gods that were both Mokzaxirrathan and Náttúrumaður) that watched over the mortals, and they were Tiav'erix, also known as the Weaver, the Goddess of Death and Mistress of the Mist, who ruled over the Ethereal Plane of Existence, there was also Vwovy (Pronounced Wo-vai), the God of the Chains, the one who is doomed to keep Tharizdun inside the Abyss and oversee the chains that are doomed to one day break and release the swirling mass of evil into the material world, ready to devour their entire universe.
And at last but not least, the most adored Goddess of this world- Millun, the Goddess of Medicine, whose divine wisdom granted mortals the ability to cast Divine Spells and heal others from ailments, as well as create the very first potion of healing and other types of medicines to heal and cure any form of disease that they discovered- Dubbed: Panacea. A Legendary medicine that was lost before the Age of Tiamat even began 50 years ago, with the death of the Grimspeakers.
Nkw, picture this- Humans, Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, Loxodons (Elephant people), Tieflings, Halflings, Gnomes, Tabaxians, Leonins, Tortles, Minotaurs, Centaurs, Half-Humans, Half-Elvels, Half-Elementals, and even Half-Titans and Goliaths marching all together in one single army with one single goal- To free this continent of her terrible reing, under the wings of the God of Life and God of Hunger themselves, who would bring them to victory! And so the war started, slowly but surely, with the arrows of their many trained Elven, Orcish, and Human archers, alongside their Half-Elementals with inate magical abilities and Humans who learned through sheer will how to weave the energy in the air into patterns to cast spells- Fire, arrows, lightning, cold, death, and rocks rained from the sky, as catapults and trebuchets launched flaming rocks that resembled meteorites or as they were named- Falling Stars.
They all looked at their Gods, each praying for one of the five- Some prayed for Millun, others prayed for the Weaver to receive them with open arms should they pass away, and should she guide them to their loved ones beyond the veil- Some even prayed for Vwovy to make sure to keep the chaos and misery out of the battlefield just as he does every single second with Tharizdun, albeit he may be sleeping on the job- Or he was dead, or knows really? And some even prayed to them, Nátt heard their cries and woes for help, Mokza heard their whimpering and whispering- And amidst all this, they responded to their cries.
In a deafening roar- Energy spread as Mokzaxirrathan's scary draconic form released his breath weapon, it was scary to see a dragon with many eyes acoras his body fly, he didn't even have wings! In fact, he flew with the power of his mind alone, because like Gem Dragons he used the power of Psionics to suppress his enemies and achieve victory! Some worshipers of the Hunger watched in amazement as a deep purple-black beam of energy destroyed a large portion of the battlefield before them, more than half of their enemies gone in a second! It was a true divine power, a power that they knew their God shared with them as some of the powers he had-
Soon, purple slashing energy weapons were flying at the enemy, projectiles of Psionic energy alongside magical energy, powerful Psionic and Magical shields that protected a large majority of the Unite Resistance against The Colorful Bitch, or URTCB, against the magical Spells of the enemy army alongside their Dragon's Breath Weapons as well. But there is when the Blessed of Nature, Worshipers of Náttúrumaður, come forward!
Their abilities over healing and nature magic, alongside weather and elemental magic is frightening compared to the humans who learned their magic through sheer study and hardwork... They weaved magic perfectly, casting powerful balls of fire, storms of ice, and even called their God, who descended from the sky and landed before the battlefield- And from his tears, a Giant tree grew, reaching the heavens themselves!
Yggdrasil, the very personification of what was left of his father, came as he called it.
And the most magic thing happened- It grew arms, lifted its roots from the ground, and it swang its giant body like a baseball bat against the dragons on the sky, taking them down rather easily... The water inside it started to spread into the battlefield, energizing the troops, removing the evil from within the hearts of the draconic humanoids, who were taken into this world, birthed by Tiamat, to be evil and kill- Only to learn that there was good, and in an instant, breaking free of her absolute control.
War was upon them.
