Jump 023: Legend of Spyro

Jump 023: Legend of Spyro

Location: Cheetah Village
Age: 18
Identity: Drop-In, Dragon
Drawbacks: [+800] Gritty Realism, Spyro's Kingdom, The Call

[Free]      Flight Training
[Free]      Medical Knowledge
[Free]      Crystal Rewiring
[150/1800]  Narrative Causality
[Free]      Elementism: Fire
[250/1800]  Elementism: Ice
[450/1800]  Elementism: Shadow
[Free]      Unbreakable Will
[Free]      Elemental Training
[750/1800]  Elemental Synergy
[850/1800]  Meditation
[950/1800]  Supernatural Senses
[1150/1800] Magitech Training
[1750/1800] Architect's Eye
[Free]      Aether Cannon
[Free]      Medical Kit
[1800/1800] Holographic Map
[Free]      Crystal Garden

[Free]      Tough Hide
[Free]      Opposable Claws
[Free]      Colossal Grace
[Free]      Magical Sustenance
[Free]      Magic Eye
[Free]      Selective Weight

Apparently most of the dragons here don't have control over as many elements as I do, let alone antipodal elements. Which got some interest from the higher-up individuals, when I showed up essentially out of nowhere and started trying to study magic, technology, and magitech alike. So it was, perhaps, no surprise that I came to the attention of the rulers of the land quickly. And, hey, things actually worked out nicely for the first oh, year or so I guess?

Everything changed soon enough, though, when the invasion happened. And that led to all-out war. It wasn't pretty. At first it was just a matter of their scouting parties, skirmishes between them and whoever they came across. The army was slow to mobilize, what army there was anyway, and when the invasion came in force they were almost completely unprepared. It would have been a series of bloody battles initially, and nigh-on trench warfare, had intervention not happened.

And by 'intervention' I mean 'sire, I can craft weaponry and armor with my magic to arm your soldiers, weaponry superior to the iron and steel they already utilize'. And even if I had to individually suit up every soldier, it was a process of five minutes apiece; when the course of a full workday could equip one or two platoons with rune-inlaid hyperalloy weaponry and armor, it quite suddenly became a matter of lower numbers with higher quality arms and armor. Sure, it was still not very pretty as a conflict, but it still gave us the edge we needed to push it into a stalemate instead of an inevitable loss.

But more was still needed, of course, and so I made certain that magitech weaponry was issued to certain individuals who could be trained and trusted with them. The runecraft enhanced their effect, so instead of a small bolt of purple plasma, the effect would be amplified, and should the weapon fall into enemy hands the weapon would become a fused lump of crystal and steel. And so the war went from a stalemate to a slow march to victory.

And then I was able to roll out such weapons on a wider scale, along with Hunter-Killer drones to bolster our forces, and the slow march to victory became far quicker. Attempts to seize control of the drones with magic failed, because... well, let's face it, runecraft is not an art any of the locals could hope to master. One would have thought the war would have been a slow and long one, but... well, it was an ugly few years, but it was merely a few years.