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Option A (5): Doomblade, Taricus, Powder Miner, Piratejoe, m1895
Option B
Option C
Option: D: (2): SC777, C2M

Rough draft/idea for a shield spell.

Bubble Shield Spell

Once cast, forms a light translucent bubble like barrier, the size of which depends on the strength of the caster (at full strength a regular acolyte could form it over a full squad (10ish) and be fairly stable). The center point forms directly above the caster. If the caster moves the shield would move with them.

The shields main purpose is to slow and disrupt ranged attacks. Objects attempting to enter the shield above a certain speed (maybe 5mph?) would be stopped by the shield. Arrows would be stopped in the air, as would spells (the energies would interact with each other) The shield should protect against magical attacks, but magical attacks would likely drain the shields strength equivalent to the power of the attack. The caster can reduce the size of the shield to compensate for damage and increase the shields stability. The shield would repel gas attacks, both from the magical energy of gas reacting with the shield and a slight repelling force from the shield pushing the gas away.

Likely combat doctrine would have casters casting shield once they entered the range of opposing forces, then marching under cover of shield into melee range, where the shield would be dispersed. Ideal caster would probably be a summon created for this use, allowing acolytes to focus on offensive magic and healing.

Helio
Beings of light that floats above a holy host, providing encouragement and controlling the very wind.

Shaped as a crystal, it looks like it was made of the same stained glass material as Heliel. It shines with a brilliant light, illuminating all around it. It floats into air, a combination of it ethereal nature and control of the wind providing its locomotion.

It sings and exhorts, praises and condemns, and emits a feeling of holy joy, one that can stand against any darkness. It also uses its control over the local winds to aid friendly arrows, or scatter the arrows of the enemy, or blow away enemy gas either back into their ranks or into a harmless area.

It has no attack of its own, though it may summon a localized gale of wind that could slow a strong man down. It supports and depends on it allies to carry the day.

Darrin:()
Xa-Nam:(1) Taricus

Fortified Frontier:()
Lawless Capital:(2) C2M, Twinwolf
Scholarly Towers:()
Trade City:()
Ostentatious Capital:()
Wartorn Wastes:()

Darrin:()
Xa-Nam:()

Fortified Frontier:()
Lawless Capital:()
Scholarly Towers:()
Trade City:()
Ostentatious Capital:(1) C2M
Wartorn Wastes:()

Fanatical Training
For the Cultists of Heliel, there can be no doubt in her. During their training and even beyond it, the cultist is constantly surrounded by reinforcement of our Angel’s goodness and power. In training, they are told to trust in each other and Heliel, to steel their minds against the lie of the enemy. Even against insurmountable odds they are told that their sacrifice will earn them a place of honor if they remain firm and do not waver.

A revision to Cultists that improves their morale and their mental resistance to demonic manipulation.

You send out messengers to all the nearby lords and kings, to gather their men. The orcs cheer when you tell them that the invasion is coming, and Silanius returns from a quick teleportation trip, bringing the Orc warlord Krush, who eagerly promises that his army will make best possible speed to the fight.

Silanius predicts that the gates will open throughout the temple complex, and so you plan a circle of fortifications surrounding the complex, meant to contain what is within. With your incredible strength, and the magic of the wizard and elves, the walls rise and enchantments woven into the stone, that hell itself may not breech them as long as the walls were held.

And so you labor as warriors, knights and soldiers trickle in. All are impressed by your presence, and heartened by your labors beside them. Some are afraid or enraged by the orcs, but to see their ferocity turned to the enemy of all that lives heartens them enough to tolerate their presence.

The council works out a rotation of warriors and elves to fight as long as needed until the orc army arrives. The orcs do not need rest, so they are able to fight without rotation, stopping only to eat (for demonic flesh is not good). You as well prepare yourself for a long battle, as you have yourself lost the need for rest (though you do find it pleasant still).

Finally, the day of the invasion arrives. There is a dark pressure in the air. You stand atop the battlements as storm clouds unnaturally form. Your armor was reshaped by the finest elf smiths, to be strong yet not restrict your movements. They also weave spells that will allow you to communicate with your allies, and allow them to track your location.

Princess Celyria joins you, armored in plate and bearing a longsword on her hip and a bow in her hand. All the elves were armored thus, excepting some dedicated casters spread through the walls. The wizard watched in a tower he summoned set back overlooking the battle, he would be providing support where needed.

The Princess nods at you, and you jerk your head at her. She smiles briefly before turning her attention to the gathering storm.

You talk a bit. You learn she is the youngest and last princess of the elves. She had proven to be extraordinary skilled even among elves, and has pushed hard for the kingdoms to end their isolation and try to use their powers for good. The demons attacked, and she proved vital to pushing them back. She took a small force with her to try to unite the world against this threat. She heard of you, and fate would have it that she would encounter you here.

You mention your mother and losing her, and the stories of your first battle when the horns resound. You feel the ground tremble as a dozen and one gate/ emerge from the ground in the temple complex, each towering over the temple buildings and reaching nearly to the height of the walls, formed of dark stones inscribed with demonic runes. Legions of demons begin to march out, only to scream in pain and collapse as they walk into extremely purified holy water that was flooded into the enclosed temple complex. Thousands of demons stumble and collapse into the water before flames of darkness emerge from the gates and burn away the water into a heavy steam.

Thousands more of the demons pour from the gates, and as they leave the temple grounds arrows begin to fly from the elvish archers, who are unnaturally quick and accurate. The Princess herself claims two demon lords in as many breathes, her arrows piercing eyes and heads. She quickly fires the rest of her quiver, and reloads from the “autoloaders” that they had installed all over the walls.

At the moment they still use the temple buildings as cover, they cross the short distance to the walls. Once they reach a few feet, they are slowed immensely, allowing even human archers to get a good shot it. Touching the wall sends a powerful into their bodies, often blowing them apart. The temple buildings swell, and demons march to the roofs and try to leap from them to the walls.

At the moment that it seems that the demons would start to crawl over each other, the temple buildings explode, sending magical fire roaring over the many thousands of assembled demons, and a shockwave that causes the gates themselves to tremble. As the smoke clears all that is left is scorched earth, and 13 gates shining red.

All is still for a moment, before a demonic horn blows and giant demons charge out of the gate, howling into the sky, and more legions march at their feet.

Your time has come. What do you say, and what do you do?