We Are The Storm Oct 23, 2020 14:16:22 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2020 14:16:22 GMT -5
[ Made as a One Shot ]
Danior and Tempest had settled on a plan. One that would set into motion something they'd hope would give them the upper hand. Something that might also help the two kidnapped from them. They went around and out of the 3,900 that could actually support this action, they went through to find ones that were a little older and more seasoned. Ones that would know how to be patient and build something over time. And not let themselves be distracted because of impatience. Ones that would also have enough practice to know when to rotate out and keep themselves from tiring until the rest of the caravans arrived back.
Of those they spoke to, they were able to get 200 to agree to the task. It was a larger chunk than they had expected, but it meant that they would not worry about them tiring in the next day or so. Of those two hundred, they had 30 earth elementalists, 70 air elementalists, 60 water elementalists, and 40 electric elementalists. Their task was one simple only in words: Create a storm for Coheed to have to weather. Something to break their resolve, to wear on them, possibly start draining them of supplies or destroying them as they started their plan. The other thought was maybe, if the captured electric elementalist was able to use their power, they could try and escape.
The earth elementalists would set up a small area hidden away from Coheed's eyes, about ten different spots circling them where there would be several of the other elements hidden. several air elementalists would start with the wind. Starting is as a breeze. And gradually working it into stronger bursts. Several of the water elementalists would start to work on making it 'rain', taking water supplies that Coheed had and raining it down on them. Then pulling the water back up in microscopic form, only to have it collect together again to rain down. A never ending cycle. Careful as to not pull the water so much that the men would notice their tents and clothes drying before re-wetting.
By the time they made it seem like the storm was picking up speed, the electric elementalist would get to work. Pops of random lightening striking the ground. Hitting spots, regardless of who or what was there. Careful to avoid the center of the camp. Whether they knew that the young woman was being held. The earth elementalists were careful to relocate their group every so often, about as frequently as the rotation of other elements. In case scouts headed out and figured out where they were. They'd move. Prepared to bury them deep under the ground if needed. After a few hours, the Dresmondi would switch out, keeping mindful to not wear themselves down. By the time the third rotation happened, they were ready to step up their storm. The bursts of winds were reaching hurricane status bursts. Blowing down any weakly made tent or knocking men to their feet.
And the earth elementalists were not just for hiding and relocating. They also softened the earth. Making it harder to trudge through. That small items would simply disappear into the ground. Larger items sinking just little by little if not moved around. They wanted them cold, miserable, and losing supplies. All while trying to make it seem like a normal storm. Something that was not caused by the people of Dresmondi.
While they worked, the rest of the caravans worked underground, tunneling through the ground to push further back into Dresmond. To try and find the other caravans headed their way. Once they were several miles out, they'd come up from the ground on high alert. And much to their delight, they'd see in the distance, the rush of Dijila and Rashai heading for them. Some let out huge sighs of relief, Danior tensed and relaxed almost all at once. They would be unstoppable now. Four caravans, all of their elements. They'd wipe the ground clean from Coheed once and for all. But that also meant, they'd need to turn back and fight. As he glanced around however, he saw the resolve strong as ever on their faces. Dresmond was not known for running and hiding. And they would not do that now. They might have retreated, but it was temporary.
Instead, the drivers and The One quickly met and decided to send out another 1,000 to go after the men that they had seen retreating into the forest, headed for the Cave of Names. They made another underground protective dome and placed the children, nameless, the ones who didn't want to or couldn't fight there. The rest of them, turned back towards the storm.