5853 Red Fire

[Pine Needle]

Victory By Rex Is The Red Dragon Kingdom!
                            Game End Status Points



         Place Kingdom    Player                Results-14  Grand Total



           1     RD     Pine Needle               33,000      38,530
           2     LY     Canticar                  13,766      17,510
           3     DE     Blackstaff                11,607      16,950
           4     CI     Milo007                   13,216      16,671
           5     DU     CosmicWizard17            10,590      13,610
           6     EL     Runigruth                  9,777      12,850
           7     DA     Holding For Player         5,866       8,775
           8     DW     Rargrim                    4,684       7,311
           9     WA     Ozymandius                 4,400       6,325

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Chronis woke and contemplated her strength. Hard scales, flaming breath, speed faster than eagles.

But her numbers were few. The humans could breed more brigades in the coming months faster than the Red Dragons could ever muster new troops- delay would not serve.

Yet Chronis noted another strength- vast quantities of gold- a mattress for her years of slumber, but now a tool that the foolish humans would covet, until too late. To war.

My lands in Zanthia were not fertile, though a volcano and mountains would allow recruitment of Wyverns and the healing Phoenx- essential to the battles to come. I knew I would need a target to supply food before winter and immediately sent patrols to Mythgar and the Untamed Lands to find the capitals of the Sorceror and Warlock kingdoms. Both wizards could become strong in the years to come, but for now were weak, and their lands unhidden to my flights.

I hoped the Lycans to my West and Dwarves to my east would avoid my wrath, and the Demon Princes to my south in Pellinor similarly were weak as wizards to start this campaign.

So I put that gold to use- buying a seat on the High Council, then quickly ordering it to raise my influence. No member of the council would vote against me and fear my wrath. Using that influence, my barons became dukes, and my dukes became princes.

The Demons moved quickly on Stormgate, yet I moved just as quickly against the Sorceror- my army felt pain, but pleasure as well when the Sorceror kingdom yielded its ore rich capital. Several of my wizards died to his spells, but wizards were never the Red Dragons’ strength nor path to victory.

The lands in Zamora now became vacant, and though the Dark Elves and Dwarves had claimed some lands there, they did not contest me taking a share, and now a window toward victory opened. I held my armies back- no reason to claim that land before its time.

Zamora could be taken with a single town, Mythgar and Zanthia were already mine. The Immortal Demons would notice any attempt I made to improve my chances in Untamed Lands or his homeland in Pellinor. While my armies were indomintable, my victory chances depended on surprise, so those regions were ruled out- either the Dwarf in Krynn or the Dark Elf in Sword Coast would die.

All that gold and High Council votes, turn after turn increasing my influence, then raising my emissaries to counts, dukes and princes. Then the horrible Elf far to my north, even beyond the reach of my wings, started rejecting my votes. Too late pointy pointy.

At the eve of battle, word came of the Lycans at war with the Dwarves, and other war- all to destract from my master stroke-

After three months of preparation, Chronis sent her armies against Stormgate and Sword Coast. Any all fell, and cowered. The end.

[VballMichael]

Victory by turn 14. Well done indeed, mighty Pine Needle.

[Ruingurth]

Well done Pine.

Ruingruth
Elves 5853

[Pine Needle]

Well done by you Ruingurth- the only one to attempt to foil my dastardly plan. Did you have a standing order to vote "no"?

I had a standing order to raise influence for 20k gold. Like I said, the Dragons were rich. My king had 9 enamor region actions in 14 turns, so influence would have been a problem without the HC.

[davekuyk]

Very impressive grabbing three regions on a single turn! Well done!

[Brekk]

Fantastic job! Do you mind if I adjust your story a bit, embellish it, and post it on the FB page?

[Pine Needle]

Go for it, Brekk. I realized the write up lacked any battles.

I had a couple against the Sorceror on turn 6-8, where he killed my puny wizards but I took his golden capital.

The real battles happened on the last turn-

My five armies simultaneously descended on the Demon Prince and Darkelf villages darkening the sky with Great Bats and Wyverns. But the greatest of all armies, the wonder of Alamaze, the First Red Dragon Army Group, wheeled above Stormgate- its castle turrets soaring high above the plain around it. The Red Dragon leaders were experienced and had already won 10 battles, the army's morale was high, and its brigades were seasoned, the ultimate fighting force of Elite Red Dragons. A small force of Demon Princes camped outside the castle gates, but were incinerated without any effort. Lord Commander Scatha ordered his flying army to destroy the city's defenses. As they methodically did just that, Scatha flew back and forth on the line, directing his wyverns and bats against weaker parts of the walls, and his mighty dragons against strong points. After several hours, the Demon commander offered surrender, pleading for mercy. Alas, there was none, as Stormgate was the last key to the greatest prize. Word quickly spread throughout Alamaze of the Red Dragon's mighty victories, and the realm and remaining kingdoms bent their knees to the mighty Red Dragon Queen Chronis

[Brekk]

Pine Needle, your victory has been posted to the world.

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100021421106638

For those without Facebook.

Once again, Pine Needle claims victory, this time conquering the realm in a blistering 14 seasons! Leading the fearsome Red Dragons to dominance, this triumph marks the year 5853 as another legend in the making. All of Alamaze shall remember the flames that scorched the land and the swift, fiery rise to power!


Chronis, the Red Dragon Queen, surveyed the battlefield from her perch atop the highest peak. The smell of ash and burnt flesh filled the air as her armies closed in on the final strongholds of her enemies. It had come to this—after months of war, intrigue, and careful planning, she was on the verge of ultimate victory. The land of Alamaze was nearly hers, and soon, the crown of ruler would rest upon her fiery brow.
The final battles had begun.
Her armies had already swept through the regions of Mythgar and Zanthia, securing vital resources and establishing her dominance. The capital of the Sorcerer in Mythgar had fallen swiftly to her forces. Though his dark magic had claimed the lives of several of her wizards, they were a small price to pay for such a rich and strategically crucial prize. The Sorcerer’s kingdom was no more, and the mines of Mythgar now belonged to the Red Dragon.
But the true test of her power came in the final days, as she turned her sights toward the Demon Princes and their stronghold in Stormgate. The Demons had moved swiftly, seizing the city earlier in the war and fortifying it with their infernal legions. Yet they were no match for Chronis. As her dragons descended upon the burning skies of Stormgate, the city’s defenders fell one by one, consumed by her fury. The last bastion of the Demon Princes crumbled in the final turn of the game, securing her rule over the Untamed Lands and beyond.
While the Dark Elves in Sword Coast and the Dwarves in Krynn had resisted her for longer than anticipated, their time had also come. The Dark Elves, masters of stealth and subterfuge, had evaded her direct strikes for months, but even they could not hide forever. With her armies marching into their lands and her dragons scorching their cities, the elves were forced to surrender. The skies darkened as her Red Dragons swooped in, their fire lighting up the coast. The Dark Elves had fallen.
Simultaneously, the Dwarves in Krynn, who had once thought their mountain citadels impregnable, now faced the full wrath of the Red Dragons. Chronis moved with precision, launching coordinated attacks against both Sword Coast and Krynn. The Dwarven strongholds buckled under the weight of her relentless assault, and as the last of their brigades fell to her Wyverns and Phoenixes, their defeat was sealed.
In one final turn of conquest, Chronis had taken everything.
The lands of Stormgate, Mythgar, Zanthia, Sword Coast, and Krynn now lay in ruin, their armies broken, their people subjugated. The High Council, once filled with defiance, now trembled at her command. Turn after turn, Chronis had poured her vast wealth into increasing her influence and raising her emissaries to counts, dukes, and princes. No force in Alamaze could challenge her now.
With Stormgate’s fall, the final piece of the puzzle had been secured. The Demon Princes, the Sorcerer, the Dark Elves, and the Dwarves—all had crumbled before her might. Chronis let out a triumphant roar, her voice echoing across the land, declaring her rule to the heavens themselves.
The crown of Alamaze was now hers, cemented by fire and fury. She had taken everything, and none could contest her reign. The Red Dragons had won.