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Tactics
Novice
Novice
Solo Class: Military History Basics
- This class is filled with trolls pouring over transcripts that would be dusty with age, if they weren't being printed out from a large central intelligence grub-bank on one side of the room. Records of past battles, from various points in troll history, in various formats, litter the tables in this room, marred with underlines and highlights and circles. Along with the transcripts, mapping tools are provided, from gridded paper to various measuring devices, to the almighty pen. It seems that your job is to interpret the old records and draw out how the conflicts went!
Mechanics
Trolls must choose a campaign (with description, from list) and draw a minimum of three maps (per troll, if done in a group), based on the writing to show the terrain and troop movements at various parts of the battle(s). Each map must be posted separately, with the rp of them creating the map accompanying it. Maps are judged based on accuracy to the writing rather than artistic merit. Mspaint, photos of hand-drawn maps, etc, are perfectly fine.
If you would like to add your own battle to the list, feel free to pm it to the mule! Make sure it's in a format that works with this class, see the battles below for examples.
Battles:
The Ballad of Asteroid 36007 Chase
The Great Massacre of GALACTAR 17
Graowl Tyiger's Last Stand
Trolls must choose a campaign (with description, from list) and draw a minimum of three maps (per troll, if done in a group), based on the writing to show the terrain and troop movements at various parts of the battle(s). Each map must be posted separately, with the rp of them creating the map accompanying it. Maps are judged based on accuracy to the writing rather than artistic merit. Mspaint, photos of hand-drawn maps, etc, are perfectly fine.
If you would like to add your own battle to the list, feel free to pm it to the mule! Make sure it's in a format that works with this class, see the battles below for examples.
Battles:
The Ballad of Asteroid 36007 Chase
Prosper long our noble queen,
Our lives and safeties all!
A woeful hunting once there did
In Asteroid 36007 Chase befall.
To drive the Terrifying Space Leaping Dappled Prance-Beast with lusus and horn
Eeaurl Percey took his way;
The grub may rue that is unhatched
The hunting of that day!
The stout Eeaurl of Four Fronds
A vow to himself did make,
His pleasure in the vast reaches of space
Three star-dates nights to take.
The chiefest space-beasts in Asteroid 36007 Chase
To kill and bear away.
These tidings to Yearle Dougas came,
In Military Space Port 3B.7 where he lay:
Who sent Eeaurl Percey present word
He would prevent his sport.
The blueblood Eaurl, not fearing that,
Did to the asteroid resort,
With fifteen hundred guntrolls bold,
All chosen trolls of might,
Who knew full well in time of need
To aim their plasma barrels aright.
The gallant spaceships swiftly flew
To chase the fallow space-beasts:
On Monday they began to hunt
Ere space-sunlight did appear;
And long before high noon they had
An hundred fat space-beasts slain:
Then having dined, the drivers went
To rouse the space-beasts again.
Eeaurl Perce to the galley went
To view the slaughter'd space-beasts;
Quoth he, Yearle Dougas promised
This day to meet me here;
But if I thought he would not come
No longer would I stay
With that a brave young gentletroll
Thus to the Eeaurl did say:
Lo, yonder doth Yearle Dougas come
His ships in anti-weapon laser barriers bright -
Full twenty hundred Seadweller ships
All flying in our sight.
Show me, said he, whose men you be
That hunt so boldly here
That, without my consent do chase
And kill my fallow space-beasts?
The first troll that did answer make
Was noble Perce, he
Who said, We list not to declare
Nor show whose trolls we be.
Yet we will spend our dearest blood
Thy chiefest space-beasts to slay.
Then Dougas swore a solemn oath
And thus in rage did say:
Ere thus I will out-braved be
One of us two shall die!
I know thee well, A highblood thou art
Eeaurl Perce! so am I.
Our Alternian guntrolls activated their port-side laser cannons,
Their hearts were good and true;
At the first flight of armor piercing plasma sent
Full fourscore ships they damaged.
At last these two stout highbloods did meet
Like captains of great might;
Like mained purry roar-beasts wud they laid on load
And made a cruel fight.
They fought, until they both did sweat,
With ships of tempered space-adamantium,
Until the blood, like drops of rain,
They trickling down did feel.
O yield thee, Perce! Dougas said,
In faith, I will thee bring
Where thou shalt high advanced be
By Her Majesty our True Overlord And Empress May She Live Forever;
Thy ransom I will freely give,
And this report of thee,
Thou art the most courageous knight
That ever I did see.
No, Dougas; quoth Eeaurl Perce then,
Thy proffer I do scorn;
I will not yield to any other captain
That ever yet was born!
With that there came an energy blast keen
Out of a malfunctioning spaceship,
Which struck Yearle Dougas's ship to the core energy reactors,
A deep and deadly blow;
Who never spake more words than these
Fight on, my merry trolls all!
For why? my life is at an end,
Eeaurl Perce sees my fall.
Then realizing he killed a seadweller, Eeaurl Perce took
The dead troll by the hand (metaphorically);
And said, Yearle Dougas! For thy life
Would I had lost my land!
O Messiahs! my very heart doth bleed
With sorrow for thy sake;
For sure a more redoubted seadweller
Mischance could never take.
A knight among the seadwellers there was
Who saw Yearle Dougas die;
Who straight in wrath did vow revenge
Upon the Eeaurl Perce:
Sirhug Montgo was he called,
Who, with a laser cannon full bright,
Well mounted on his turret perch,
Flew his ship fiercely through the fight;
And past the blueblood's ships all,
Without all dread or fear,
And through Eeaurl Perce's ship then
He thrust his rightful blast of space-plasma.
This fight did last from break of space-day
Till setting of the space-sun;
For when they rung the evening bell
The battle scarce was done.
And the Lourde Maxwel in like case
Did with Yearle Dougas die;
Of twenty hundred seadweller ship lasers
Scarce fifty-five did fly;
Of fifteen hundred blueblooded alternian battleships
Went home but fifty-three;
The rest were slain in Asteroid 36007 Chase
Under the greenwood planet.
Next day did many widows come
Their matesprits and kismeses to bewail;
They washed their wounds in brinish tears,
But all would not prevail.
Their bodies vaporized or lost in space
They bore their memories with them away;
They kissed their dead (metaphorically) a thousand times
When they were marked as deceased in official military files.
Messiahs save our Empress and bless this land
With plenty, joy and victory,
And grant henceforth that foule debate
'Twixt all highbloods may cease!
Our lives and safeties all!
A woeful hunting once there did
In Asteroid 36007 Chase befall.
To drive the Terrifying Space Leaping Dappled Prance-Beast with lusus and horn
Eeaurl Percey took his way;
The grub may rue that is unhatched
The hunting of that day!
The stout Eeaurl of Four Fronds
A vow to himself did make,
His pleasure in the vast reaches of space
Three star-dates nights to take.
The chiefest space-beasts in Asteroid 36007 Chase
To kill and bear away.
These tidings to Yearle Dougas came,
In Military Space Port 3B.7 where he lay:
Who sent Eeaurl Percey present word
He would prevent his sport.
The blueblood Eaurl, not fearing that,
Did to the asteroid resort,
With fifteen hundred guntrolls bold,
All chosen trolls of might,
Who knew full well in time of need
To aim their plasma barrels aright.
The gallant spaceships swiftly flew
To chase the fallow space-beasts:
On Monday they began to hunt
Ere space-sunlight did appear;
And long before high noon they had
An hundred fat space-beasts slain:
Then having dined, the drivers went
To rouse the space-beasts again.
Eeaurl Perce to the galley went
To view the slaughter'd space-beasts;
Quoth he, Yearle Dougas promised
This day to meet me here;
But if I thought he would not come
No longer would I stay
With that a brave young gentletroll
Thus to the Eeaurl did say:
Lo, yonder doth Yearle Dougas come
His ships in anti-weapon laser barriers bright -
Full twenty hundred Seadweller ships
All flying in our sight.
Show me, said he, whose men you be
That hunt so boldly here
That, without my consent do chase
And kill my fallow space-beasts?
The first troll that did answer make
Was noble Perce, he
Who said, We list not to declare
Nor show whose trolls we be.
Yet we will spend our dearest blood
Thy chiefest space-beasts to slay.
Then Dougas swore a solemn oath
And thus in rage did say:
Ere thus I will out-braved be
One of us two shall die!
I know thee well, A highblood thou art
Eeaurl Perce! so am I.
Our Alternian guntrolls activated their port-side laser cannons,
Their hearts were good and true;
At the first flight of armor piercing plasma sent
Full fourscore ships they damaged.
At last these two stout highbloods did meet
Like captains of great might;
Like mained purry roar-beasts wud they laid on load
And made a cruel fight.
They fought, until they both did sweat,
With ships of tempered space-adamantium,
Until the blood, like drops of rain,
They trickling down did feel.
O yield thee, Perce! Dougas said,
In faith, I will thee bring
Where thou shalt high advanced be
By Her Majesty our True Overlord And Empress May She Live Forever;
Thy ransom I will freely give,
And this report of thee,
Thou art the most courageous knight
That ever I did see.
No, Dougas; quoth Eeaurl Perce then,
Thy proffer I do scorn;
I will not yield to any other captain
That ever yet was born!
With that there came an energy blast keen
Out of a malfunctioning spaceship,
Which struck Yearle Dougas's ship to the core energy reactors,
A deep and deadly blow;
Who never spake more words than these
Fight on, my merry trolls all!
For why? my life is at an end,
Eeaurl Perce sees my fall.
Then realizing he killed a seadweller, Eeaurl Perce took
The dead troll by the hand (metaphorically);
And said, Yearle Dougas! For thy life
Would I had lost my land!
O Messiahs! my very heart doth bleed
With sorrow for thy sake;
For sure a more redoubted seadweller
Mischance could never take.
A knight among the seadwellers there was
Who saw Yearle Dougas die;
Who straight in wrath did vow revenge
Upon the Eeaurl Perce:
Sirhug Montgo was he called,
Who, with a laser cannon full bright,
Well mounted on his turret perch,
Flew his ship fiercely through the fight;
And past the blueblood's ships all,
Without all dread or fear,
And through Eeaurl Perce's ship then
He thrust his rightful blast of space-plasma.
This fight did last from break of space-day
Till setting of the space-sun;
For when they rung the evening bell
The battle scarce was done.
And the Lourde Maxwel in like case
Did with Yearle Dougas die;
Of twenty hundred seadweller ship lasers
Scarce fifty-five did fly;
Of fifteen hundred blueblooded alternian battleships
Went home but fifty-three;
The rest were slain in Asteroid 36007 Chase
Under the greenwood planet.
Next day did many widows come
Their matesprits and kismeses to bewail;
They washed their wounds in brinish tears,
But all would not prevail.
Their bodies vaporized or lost in space
They bore their memories with them away;
They kissed their dead (metaphorically) a thousand times
When they were marked as deceased in official military files.
Messiahs save our Empress and bless this land
With plenty, joy and victory,
And grant henceforth that foule debate
'Twixt all highbloods may cease!
The Great Massacre of GALACTAR 17
Hour 1: Battlefleet A enters the ring-belt of Ultronimox from the south east, moving into a c-flank position to sweep north along the ring belt.
Hour 1: Battlefleet B moves down the ring belt from the north-west, skirting Ultronimox and forming a v-point spear attack to pierce in a south-eastern direction and flank A from behind.
Hour 2: The Great Space Worm drifts in from the north-east, and enters the ring belt of Ultronimox, where it settles down on top of an asteroid, midway between the two fleets.
Hour 2: Battlefleet C moves in from behind the Space Worm and takes up a v-point spear facing south-west towards the worm, in anticipation.
Hour 3: Battlefleet A moves north, Battlefleet B moves south-east, Battlefleet C advances south-west, all towards the Space Worm.
Hour 3: Space worm does a dimensional shift, leaving this plane of reality.
Hour 4: Fleets A, B, and C converge at the middle-eastern part of the map and destroy each other - due to tragic mind-altering toxins left behind by the dimensional shift that caused all the other ships to appear as giant worms.
Hour 1: Battlefleet B moves down the ring belt from the north-west, skirting Ultronimox and forming a v-point spear attack to pierce in a south-eastern direction and flank A from behind.
Hour 2: The Great Space Worm drifts in from the north-east, and enters the ring belt of Ultronimox, where it settles down on top of an asteroid, midway between the two fleets.
Hour 2: Battlefleet C moves in from behind the Space Worm and takes up a v-point spear facing south-west towards the worm, in anticipation.
Hour 3: Battlefleet A moves north, Battlefleet B moves south-east, Battlefleet C advances south-west, all towards the Space Worm.
Hour 3: Space worm does a dimensional shift, leaving this plane of reality.
Hour 4: Fleets A, B, and C converge at the middle-eastern part of the map and destroy each other - due to tragic mind-altering toxins left behind by the dimensional shift that caused all the other ships to appear as giant worms.
Graowl Tyiger's Last Stand
Graowl Tyiger was a Bravo troll, who lived upon a space-barge;
In fact he was the roughest troll that ever roamed at large.
From Chittentown up to Busthind he pursued his evil aims,
Rejoicing in his title of, 'The Terror of the Mountain Range.'
His manners and appearance did not calculate to please;
His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees;
One horn was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why,
And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye.
The cottagers of Four Fronds knew something of his fame,
At Hemisect Civisect and New Hemisect people shuddered at his name.
They would fortify the grain consuming cluckclaws-house, lock up the silly honking water-caboose,
When the rumour ran along the shore: GRAOWL TYIGER'S ON THE LOOSE!
Woe to the weak fluting peckbeast, that fluttered from its cage;
Woe to the pampered long-haired yipmonger, that faced Graowl Tyiger's rage.
Woe to the bristly long-nosed bouncing squeekbeast, that lurks on foreign ships,
And woe to any troll with whom Graowl Tyiger came to grips!
But most to trolls of different blood hue his hatred had been vowed;
To trolls of different pupating location and blood hue no quarter was allowed.
The redbloods and the greenbloods regarded him with fear--
Because it was a greenblood had damaged his missing horn.
Now on a peaceful early fifth-perigee night, all nature seemed at play,
The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Military Dock 436, south entrance, lay.
All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the space-tide--
And Graowl Tyiger was disposed to show his sentimental side.
His bucko mate, Grumeb Uskine, long since had disappeared,
For to the Alcohol Consumption Station at Four Fronds he had gone to wet his beard;
And his bosun, Tumble Brutus, he too had stol'n away-
In the yard behind the local YTMA he was prowling for his prey.
In the forepeak of the vessel Graowl Tyiger sate alone,
Concentrating his attention on the Lady Griddl Eboone.
And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks--
As the greenblood came creeping in their traditional and socially acceptable greenblood attire.
Graowl Tyiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddl Eboone,
And the Lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone,
Disposed to relaxation, and awaiting no surprise--
But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright green eyes.
And closer still and closer the greenbloods circled round,
And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound.
The lovers sang their last duet, in danger of their lives--
For the foe was armed with toasting sawblades and cruel carving flamethrowers.
Then Giylle Beeurt gave the signal to his fierce verdant horde;
With a frightful burst of greenblood-enjoyed noisemakers the greenblooded trolls they swarmed aboard.
Abandoning their greeblood attire, and their remaining greenblood attire,
They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks.
Then Griddl Eboone she gave a screech, for she was badly skeered;
I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared.
She probably escaped with ease, I'm sure she was not drowned--
But a serried ring of flashing steel Graowl Tyiger did surround.
The ruthless foe pressed forward, in stubborn rank on rank;
Graowl Tyiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank.
He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop,
At the end of all his crimes was forced to go ker-flip, ker-flop.
Oh there was joy in Hemisect Civisect when the news flew through the land;
At Busthead and Chittentown there was dancing on the strand.
Unclean pest-like squeek-beasts were roasted whole at New Hemisect, and at Four Fronds Space Docking Station 4365,
And a day of celebration was commanded nowhere as Graowl Tyiger was a military hero.
In fact he was the roughest troll that ever roamed at large.
From Chittentown up to Busthind he pursued his evil aims,
Rejoicing in his title of, 'The Terror of the Mountain Range.'
His manners and appearance did not calculate to please;
His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees;
One horn was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why,
And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye.
The cottagers of Four Fronds knew something of his fame,
At Hemisect Civisect and New Hemisect people shuddered at his name.
They would fortify the grain consuming cluckclaws-house, lock up the silly honking water-caboose,
When the rumour ran along the shore: GRAOWL TYIGER'S ON THE LOOSE!
Woe to the weak fluting peckbeast, that fluttered from its cage;
Woe to the pampered long-haired yipmonger, that faced Graowl Tyiger's rage.
Woe to the bristly long-nosed bouncing squeekbeast, that lurks on foreign ships,
And woe to any troll with whom Graowl Tyiger came to grips!
But most to trolls of different blood hue his hatred had been vowed;
To trolls of different pupating location and blood hue no quarter was allowed.
The redbloods and the greenbloods regarded him with fear--
Because it was a greenblood had damaged his missing horn.
Now on a peaceful early fifth-perigee night, all nature seemed at play,
The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Military Dock 436, south entrance, lay.
All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the space-tide--
And Graowl Tyiger was disposed to show his sentimental side.
His bucko mate, Grumeb Uskine, long since had disappeared,
For to the Alcohol Consumption Station at Four Fronds he had gone to wet his beard;
And his bosun, Tumble Brutus, he too had stol'n away-
In the yard behind the local YTMA he was prowling for his prey.
In the forepeak of the vessel Graowl Tyiger sate alone,
Concentrating his attention on the Lady Griddl Eboone.
And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks--
As the greenblood came creeping in their traditional and socially acceptable greenblood attire.
Graowl Tyiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddl Eboone,
And the Lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone,
Disposed to relaxation, and awaiting no surprise--
But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright green eyes.
And closer still and closer the greenbloods circled round,
And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound.
The lovers sang their last duet, in danger of their lives--
For the foe was armed with toasting sawblades and cruel carving flamethrowers.
Then Giylle Beeurt gave the signal to his fierce verdant horde;
With a frightful burst of greenblood-enjoyed noisemakers the greenblooded trolls they swarmed aboard.
Abandoning their greeblood attire, and their remaining greenblood attire,
They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks.
Then Griddl Eboone she gave a screech, for she was badly skeered;
I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared.
She probably escaped with ease, I'm sure she was not drowned--
But a serried ring of flashing steel Graowl Tyiger did surround.
The ruthless foe pressed forward, in stubborn rank on rank;
Graowl Tyiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank.
He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop,
At the end of all his crimes was forced to go ker-flip, ker-flop.
Oh there was joy in Hemisect Civisect when the news flew through the land;
At Busthead and Chittentown there was dancing on the strand.
Unclean pest-like squeek-beasts were roasted whole at New Hemisect, and at Four Fronds Space Docking Station 4365,
And a day of celebration was commanded nowhere as Graowl Tyiger was a military hero.
