Beyond the Hollow's thick walls, an army marched to war. It was the final battle in a long, drawn out affair that had taken many sacrifices. The Hedge-Storm itself was trapped, lured into a powerful dream with Sacramento's own Lost acting as the bait and ensnared by the duelling Wyrds of Baron Fairweather and Gianna, forever being the cage that keeps the Storm secured.
Now, the Storm's three avatar's, the leaders of its great army know this. They have regrouped and discussed and know the only way to win this war is to rip down Tickle's toadstool fortress and awaken the Fae inside. Across the Hedge, the Storm's horde marches with this one intention in mind. The army of Sacramento rides out to meet it. A thousand strong, it is led by decorated and determined changelings that can feel this is the last battle where all will be won, or lost.
The plan seemed simple. The gliders were to create a pathway through the skies so the lumbering bulk of Tickle's latest creation, a huge Zeppelin could deploy parachute commandos to attack from the rear of the Storm's ground troops and cut off any retreat. Hangers line the airship for gliders and as the airborne units take for the skies, last minute prep is made with Tickle guiding the hulking airship. The trick is to keep the Zeppelin in reserve until the infantry of the Storm are too committed to turn and run. This requires the glider pilots to keep the flying beasts at bay long enough and as the pilots move towards their crafts, a sombre atmosphere lingers. This will be their finest hour. Lieutenant Garth Goyle, the Elemental Manikin that Rick once met within the sewers of Sacramento, leads the glider units and his plastic wings twitch in anticipation as he checks over his own glider one last time.
Please post any preperations you wish to make. The first portion of these linked threads will simply be setting the scene