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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.11.30 21:23:00 -
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........ In Mihal with Csh'te
Csh'te was fuming when Mo'q found her and was lashing the side of an igneous cliff face with Abrasions and admiring the way layers of rock seemed to slide away in a cherry red haze before it was caught on the wind, cooled, and shifted to a fine black powder. Sia'tri Firewalker was a fool to shelter the Artyee from her, she thought bitterly, cursing his Artugan given name for denying her entertainment and the information her people and the Shattered Blade were seeking. He was soft and sentimental when it came to the natives.
A shuffling in the bushes let her know one of the Artugan's had dared approach her. She found that commendable after the ignorant display of superstitious tribal behaviour they'd displayed when all she had done was ask the Artyee a few questions, shared her own prized facial piercings with her, and asked her to sing in basest tone her people knew how.
What she had learned of the Artugan natives in those few minutes she strongly believed surpassed all of the knowledge Sia'tri had gained in his months of cultural integration. Pain spoke to the soul and the soul told her all she ever would need to know.
"I apologise from my unsightliness Great Artugan warrior." She turned to her visitor smiling sweetly and speaking with honeyed words. "I am Csh'te of Skurd in the Isles of Skadia. I also ask your forgiveness for my..... zeal in pressing your Artyee. I am simply desperate to prove myself a worthy addition to your company and to protect our people. As of me all your heart desires and I shall make it reality. "
She took a few steps towards Mo'q kneeling before Mo'q and taking one of his hands gently.
"You look as though you we're carved of Vinnetir's image yourself were you but Mur...... but I cannot call you what I am thinking Artya. What is your name and how many I bring our foes to ruin?"
......................... In the Tal Man Warcamps
Shuri'den who was the last of the Shalvyian Mur awoke to the sounds of hammers ringing on steel breast plates and the roar of disciplined gunfire as Tal recruits practised firing in formation. Around her Mur fussed and busied themselves within the canopy of a spartan tent funished with only the basic necessities all rendered in a comically large scale that was more suited for the Shorewalking Giants.
Her body ached as if she had been beaten within and inch of her life and would barely respond to her own mental commands and if she had to describe the worst symptom of her malady it would have been the sense of dessication. It was as if she had been deprived of water for weeks. The oil coating her skin felt thin and without substance leaving the heavy and roughspun fabric of the bedding to chafe her skin raw.
She groan and tried to rise much to the chagrin of the merchant mur now gathering about her. Despite her protests they insisted on fetching clean water and dousing her several times until the lustre of her skin returned. They prepared a modest but greatly appreciated meal of salted Kresh and Rivermoss and dressed her with woven silver strings and a coral crown with tall protrusions likened to the Tsh'helu's antlers.
Once she felt the life return to her limbs she exited the tent and made her way towards where her people had suggested Man'tiel and the 'General Brigadier', whatever that was, could be found.
What she noticed was how odd it was to be so small and fragile in a land of giants who seemed to leer down at her curiously as though she were nothing more than some aberrant life form.
When she came to the tent she found Man'tiel oiling the wave shaped Oathblade while talking animatedly with two Tal, a male and a female. When he saw Shuri'den nodded respectfully and raised his chin in a gesture that took her completely by surprise. When she stopped before them he explained all that had transpired since the siege.
"I'm told I have you to thank for protecting our people Ruslan. I am most grateful to you and your 'General Brigadier'. And to you Man'tiel."
The Mur warrior grinned and lounged back against the blade that he had plunged into the ground and was using as a makeshift seat. "You should thank me when I can Push half a fortress away with my mind. Till then if you want to thank me I could use a day or so in camp before we leave."
"Whatever for?" She asked curiously.
"I'm going to be the first Mur to bed a Tal."
She rolled her eyes and walked right past him. "We leave immediately Adelya's soldiers reach the warcamps, try not to irrecoverably damage political relations with this country Man'tiel. I have no doubt these Tal women would probably end up killing you and I don't want to be apologising to Lord Grey for our people being comparatively 'fragile'."
Man'tiel went pale for a second and seemed to rethink his priorities while Ruslan laughed boisterously and the Tal woman just nodded looking very amused.
Inside the tent she found Trovski and presented herself before him.
"General Brigadier Trovski..... as you have asked I have come. We owe our lives to your men and would only be too happy to compensate you for your service to the Kingdom of Skadia. Moreover I am glad to hear that my people have retrieved their merchandise and have since brought it to the camps. We hope this material shall aid you in place of the soldiers we are cannot send.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.11.30 23:02:00 -
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Coenwulf's War Camp
Following a bow and greeting from Kal'm, Vadir led the Mur out of the tent. The use of the word 'whelping' by him was less than ideal, whelp tending to imply weakness among Osmar, but such things must be tolerated when dealing with foreigners. Kal'm was lead as he spoke to a makeshift supply yard in which a mixture of soldiers and camp followers gathered to work. Along the way after Kal'm finished Vadir replied
"You'll not be needing the Oxen to transport the timber?"
Sometimes a marching army could resemble a mobile town as civilians accompanied to hawk their wares from the backs of wagons, though at the moment they were all preparing to continue their march according to Coenwulf's orders. Salutes followed them until they reached the timber, at which point Vadir gave instructions to have the necessary timber and water gathered. As soon as it was, the Mur battalion could be on their way whenever they pleased.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.11.30 23:17:00 -
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.................. In Coenwulf's War Camp
Kal'm begins to shake his head.
"The Ophren and water will be needed only once our combined forces have crossed the river. Until that time we shall float the timbre down the river and begin construction once we arrive. The Shaper's and I will be attempting to separate the moisture from the wood as quickly as possible to make the wood ready to be laid in position."
He begins inspecting the wood and orders one of the Mur with him to gather one hundred Mur to transport lengths of wood to the main force and order the rest to set of immediately that they received their length of timbre so that there would be two Mur to each spar.
Ten minutes later his men appeared in the camps and began to carry out his orders meanwhile Kal'm addressed Vadir. "Many thanks. We shall be away momentarily please convey my respects to your father. I have no doubt I shall see you before this journey is done."
With that he turned away and set out for the river ways leading his cohort toward the bridge site.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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sir RAVEN WING
RabbitGang
13 COILS
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Posted - 2015.12.05 18:10:00 -
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Looking at the rubble, and the remainder of the stone fort, Kalimat stood in front of lines of men, all soldiers whom survived, whilst the wounded were being treated by healers and combat medics. The men free of severe injury stood firmly in rows of six distanced apart by 3 feet each.
"We lost this battle, we lost many good men, we lost the Mur whom we were under duty to protect. This battle was a catastrophe to put it gently. Jiha will be most furious, and thus we must make it to where we shall not fail again-"
"The Mur, sir?" One of the soldiers questioned. "What of them?"
"They were important, and possibly saved us all. However, we can not risk a head on assault at this moment. We must prepare in case of another attack. I have already sent Cervolius to request more troops, trained troops, to be sent here. Until they arrive, everyone must work. Repairing the fortification, patrolling, I do not care. We will all get to work, and once there is nothing left to work on, start practicing with your rifles, start training yourselves to be ready. There shall be no more wasting time, am I understood?" Kalimat shouted back at the men.
"You are, sir!" The men replied back in unison.
Two weeks later
Kalimat stood before disciplined rows of men, all divided by their group. He was pleased with the results of only a few weeks of hard pushed training.
"Group Alphex!" Kalimat called out and was returned with each of the men's name in the 6 man group. 'Finzar, Xeris, Aytol, Gatlow, Tunsa, and Igaz.'
"Group Beza!"
"Maliz, Ulav, Yuri, Tevlin, Jivha, and Olev."
Kailmat repeated the process with groups Gamma, Delta, Eplison, Zinta, Iowa, Kappi, Lazsus, Omnicon, Xigma, Toi, and Ohmega.
Each of the groups soon were ordered to assume emergency combat positions and each of the groups lined up in defensive formations throughout the fort.
That night
"You all did good today. You may all rest now." Kalimat addressed the groups, whom had been running all day without good rest in days, and was answered by cheering from the men.
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Retired Merc... for now.
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Jonny D Buelle
The Warlords Legion
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Posted - 2015.12.05 19:56:00 -
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...Mihal
Mo'q pulled his hand out of her grasp. "You need not to ask for my forgiveness, a traitor deserves no mercy," he said. "However do not speak to me and mine of the desires of my heart. I, like my brothers and sisters of the Shattered Blade, have surrendered all our desires to protect Artuga and her allies, the Mur and the Rough Skins. As for my name, I am known as Mo'q amongst my people."
Mo'q then bowed and gave the Artugian greeting before sitting down on a nearby log, resting his twinblade across his lap. He then took out a small whetstone from his pouch and began to run it across the edge of the blade.
"Please understand I do not mean to be rude, Daughter of Storms. These past couple nights have been harrowing for me and mine. We lost our Greatclaw to a Twisted Ancestor and we lost many Artugians and Mur in the fight. Our people are a bit wary and concerns when it comes to changing nature through 'unnatural' means."
He continued to sharpen his twinblade.
Director of T-W-L
Lord of Scrubs
Praise the Sun!
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Spademan
8
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Posted - 2015.12.05 23:22:00 -
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"I would be honoured to attend once this business is dealt with, as I'm sure my father would also."
Removing his helmet for the heat it put on his head and carrying it in one hand he revealed a youthful face, that of a man in his early to mid 20's. The eldest of Coenwulf's four children, he perhaps took more after his mother, at least in appearance. Short, light brown hair adorned his scalp with green eyes rather than the blue of his fathers and a scar along his left cheek were the most obvious features.
"Farewell Commander" were the last words he spoke to Kal'm as the two departed. It wasn't overly long after the Mur departed that the army was ready to continue its march to Kalnu and strike one more blow against the Cauti.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.12.05 23:44:00 -
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Kirath...
Taking on a serious tone and looking Godwin direct in the eye, King Za'Harr responded
"I'll require further explanation on this matter"
Finding his words and presenting them in the most persuasive way he could Godwin quickly spoke
"Vassalhood is mostly connected to military matters. Were you to accept it would mean that you'd have an obligation to provide soldiers to the crown when required, and in return you and your lands would be protected. Truth be told any soldiers being called would be unlikely due to the distance, as I understand it the Queen views it more as a symbolic gesture"
Za'Harr was silent a moment, then continued in a more friendly tone. "So, it is like an alliance?"
"In a sense, yes. One that would extend beyond the lifetimes of either involved. You would also have a say in any laws that the Queen may wish to pass."
"Hah! My friend, you had me worried. This seems agreeable, I accept."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
21
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Posted - 2015.12.08 23:49:00 -
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........ In Mihal
Csh'te smiled sweetly back at Mo'q as he expressed his discomfort at having witnessed her abilities. She took a seat next to him and watched as he began to sharpen the twinblade, she amused herself during that time by considering the Artugan condition and surprised herself by coming to the conclusion that the Artya and Artyee of this country were indeed as interesting as Sia'tri has described.
"Come now Mo'q... such 'abilities' are hardly unnatural. In fact not one of the Authorities commands and force outside of the natural world and if applied correctly could serve to make life so much more pleasant. For example..."
In an extravagant gesture she reached over and ran the tip of one finger across the nearest of the twin blades sharpened ends drawing a line of blood across the weapons edge. A thin layer of powdered metal fell away on the breeze leaving only a sharpened edge.
"Abrasion.... a natural force you yourself were creating just now. One that pertains to 'warmth and friction' Mo'q." She explained placing emphasis on the last three words. From a pouch at her waist she drew forth several new bone like studs and began threading them into the same position where her other facial studs had previously been, sealing the wounds.
"Until Sia'tri returns from the South we are yours Mo'q..... to command as you hunt your prey. If you so ask I can see your enemies burned away, broken from within, or in the bed of their closest allies. You will see, the Shattered Blade will find us to be appealing allies. Now how should we begin this hunt for I am eager to see this done."
........ In Osmarium
Kal'm and his warriors made swift progress down the river ways towards the location Coenwulf has specified on his map as his army's fording location. With each passing mile the river grew thinner until it was barely more than forty feet across and the Mur found themselves forced into a procession of no more than two abreast as they guided the timbre spars downriver.
At Kal'm's request they laid out the timbre on the river banks and allowed the Shapers to removed the water from the sodden wood with a form of Attraction. It was a taxing process and the Shapers themselves quickly began to feel drained requiring longer and longer rests.
Using what wood they had the Mur were able to fashion two bridges within the first five hours or construction which would allow a company of men each to across in formation and estimated with the wood they had left they would barely be able to construct another two bridges before they either ran short or Coenwulf's forced march would reach their location.
They passed away the remaining hours of the night working by lantern light managing to construct only one other heavy bridge capable of sustaining the weight of armed men and one smaller bridge that could perhaps be used to transport the camp followers and their animals.
By the time their construction had halted it were mid morning the following day and Kal'm ordered his warriors rest until Coenwulf's men had passed.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
The Warlords Legion
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Posted - 2015.12.09 05:13:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:........ In Mihal
Csh'te smiled sweetly back at Mo'q as he expressed his discomfort at having witnessed her abilities. She took a seat next to him and watched as he began to sharpen the twinblade, she amused herself during that time by considering the Artugan condition and surprised herself by coming to the conclusion that the Artya and Artyee of this country were indeed as interesting as Sia'tri has described.
"Come now Mo'q... such 'abilities' are hardly unnatural. In fact not one of the Authorities commands and force outside of the natural world and if applied correctly could serve to make life so much more pleasant. For example..."
In an extravagant gesture she reached over and ran the tip of one finger across the nearest of the twin blades sharpened ends drawing a line of blood across the weapons edge. A thin layer of powdered metal fell away on the breeze leaving only a sharpened edge.
"Abrasion.... a natural force you yourself were creating just now. One that pertains to 'warmth and friction' Mo'q." She explained placing emphasis on the last three words. From a pouch at her waist she drew forth several new bone like studs and began threading them into the same position where her other facial studs had previously been, sealing the wounds.
"Until Sia'tri returns from the South we are yours Mo'q..... to command as you hunt your prey. If you so ask I can see your enemies burned away, broken from within, or in the bed of their closest allies. You will see, the Shattered Blade will find us to be appealing allies. Now how should we begin this hunt for I am eager to see this done."
...Mihal
Mo'q cursed slightly under his breath as Csh'te used her powers to sharpen his own blade. Though it was sharper than he could of ever made it himself, it was still unsettling to see such things. He ran the whetstone over the newly sharpened edge.
"I do not doubt your usefullness, I only speak as such to warn you. The Shattered Blade may tolerate your powers, however I cannot speak for the rest of Artuga."
When he was satisfied with the edge, he returned his whetstone to his pouch and looked up at the sun as it started to dip low over the horizon. He then turned to Csh'te and said, "Our work can only be done at night, during the darkest hour, while Artuga sleeps. When we take a traitor, we take them quietly as to not wake the others. Secrecy is our strongest weapons. One of the reasons why we chose the ruins of Mihal as our base, nobody dares to return here for fear of the Tall Ones."
With that he stood up and said, "Come now, Daughrer of Storms, we must prepare. For tonight the Scattered shall know the fear they themselves have unleashed upon Artuga."
Director of T-W-L
Lord of Scrubs
Praise the Sun!
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.12.09 21:30:00 -
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.......... In Mihal
Csh'te said very little after that instead offering Mo'q a single look of sadistic excitement that continued long into their hunt.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.12.11 23:41:00 -
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Road to Kalnu...
Operating an army on a forced march did not come without consequences, the army's combat effectiveness would become reduced somewhat due to the added fatigue the soldiers would endure. The goal of securing one of the few suitable crossing locations across the river was worth it though, and the inspiring leadership of Coenwulf served to keep the army motivated. The army marched the first day from sunrise through to mid-day, and then after a short rest it picked up again, marching through the heat of day before finally coming to a rest for the night.
The distance gained by the forced march effectively cut a day off of their travel time, allowing the army to reach the river crossing by noon the following day. The camp had set up on both sides of the bridges constructed by the Mur, preventing any crossing without permission of the Osmar and ensuring that regardless of the side the army would be ready to respond to an attack if the need arose. It would only take another days march to reach their destination and whenever the Mur require them the supplies requested earlier would be ready as a thanks for the construction of the bridges.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Jonny D Buelle
The Warlords Legion
2
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Posted - 2015.12.12 05:05:00 -
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...Outside Mar'Thal, the Hour of the Wolf...
Mo'q and the Shattered blade hid their red hair under dark leather hoods, making them appear as dark shadows in the night. Across their backs they had their twin blades slung, even those that came from Drisha. The only visible feather in the dark were their pail green eyes, which gave an eerie glow in the dark.
Mo'q spoke sliently, using the clicks and guttural growls of the old tongue to command the Shattered. These commands were basic and easy to understand, for amongst them was Csh'te, a Mur Stormdaughter, a shaper of unkown power. Her precense made some of the Artugians uncomfortable, for the shaper ways were akin to Ancesteral Magic, a force that no mortal, as the Artugians believe, should wield. Before the hunt, Mo'q had taught her the basic commands in the old tongue, in time he would finish teaching her the rest of the language, however tonight's hunt had to be done as quickly as possible. All he said, was "Climb."
Tonight, they entered the city from above, a new experience for Mo'q. They had climbed to the top of the trees, past the canopy which the city was built on and past the treeline, where the moonlight shined. It was a breathtaking experience for him and the others, from their vantage they could see the vast expanse of the forest and the volcanic mountain, Margha, off in the distance.
After taking in the veiw for a brief moment, they began jumped from tree top to tree top, Mo'q doing so with Csh'te on her back. He did not know much about Mur, but knew enough from observing these the past few months that heights did not bode well with them. A few minutes later, and they were directly above Mar'thal and their descent into the city began.
Slowly, claw over claw, they crawled down the massive trees, their body oriented so their head was facing the ground. The guards of Mar'Thal that patrolled took no notice to the dark shadows on the trees, nor the silent feet padding ontop of the huts. Nor the clicks as Mo'q gave his orders.
The first order he gave was "Here," when they stopped ontop of a tall hut. The second was to Csh'te as he said, "Hole." He and the others mouthed their prayers as Csh'te used what she called "Abrasion" to make a man sized hole in the roof. Once the hole was made, Mo'q, Csh'te and two more slowly entered the hole, while others silented pulled vines from the trees of the forest, ready to seal the hole.
Moments later, the breach team existed the hole silently with an Artya and an Artyee, both knocked unconscious, bound and tied. They strapped the two captives to the backs of two others and Mo'q commanded: "Cover". Moments later, they were jumping from tree top to tree top, the hole in the hut, covered completely and without any fault.
As the sun started to rise in the distance, the group arrived in Mihal. They dragged the two traitors into the ruins of the great hall and threw them down where the throne of skulls used to rest. Mo'q then said in the common tongue, "Do as you wish with them, Daughter of Storms. Make their tongues dance and tell their tales."
Turning to the rest of the group he said, "Go and rest my brothers and sisters, the hunt has provided for us. I shall stay and observe." At that command, the rest of the Shattered bowed low with a fist over their hearts and headed off.
Director of T-W-L
Lord of Scrubs
Praise the Sun!
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Vash Warren
SMARTCREW
Smart Deploy
244
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Posted - 2015.12.13 15:41:00 -
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Tal-Man Camp
Brigadier General Trovski had been talking with another Tal when he heard Shuri'den as she entered and started to speak, so he turned around to face her. "Any help of this kind is welcome to the the Tal-Man cause, I only wish that my men could have sparred you from the attack, but so is the price of war... I trust all your men are well?... Anyways it is a delight to meet you, as from what Tal-Man can tell you are the highest rank and of greatest respect in Skida, and I should be showing you an even greater amount of respect. We are going to be keeping this siege till they surrender or we attack again and take it. So you and your people are welcomed in the camp as long or as short as need be for, that is as long as they don't cause trouble."
He gave a smile, both for the idea of another race making an even effective disturbance and what could they do of that magnitude. "Until your leave I shall invite you for dinner in my personal table. Just slightly better food than that of standard wartime meals, and the delicious beverage of the Tal-Man that I hope the Ambassador has shared with you."
Caldari Body, Caldari Core, But Amarr with my Soul.
23 Mil SP, Next Adventure. Amarr Assult/ Caldari Logi
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.12.15 00:22:00 -
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............... In Mihal
Hours after the raid in the small hours of the following morning when the Artya and Artyee of the Shattered Blade took their rest the interrogation of the two captives began.
The settlement of Mihal had been for the longest time a barren reminder of night the Tall Ones had laid waste to one of Durna's largest and most thriving of settlements however since the Shattered Blade had taken up residence in the ruins several of the leafy huts had been rebuilt. One such hut had been constructed further from the main settlement for the express purpose of housing the Scattered prisoners whom Mo'q's operatives captured until they either confessed their crimes or were sentenced to execution.
In one such hut Csh'te's interrogations began. Initially they were a noiseless affair that Mo'q likely would have found tiresome and quite draining of his patience as the Mur woman simply asked question after question of the tight-lipped natives. They refused to speak for hours, and with each refusal Csh'te seemed to grow more enraptured clearly manifesting in her body language and shape.
Csh'te stalked around the captives with little regard for modesty, her bearing contained a predatory grace that matched the look in her eyes which were of the deepest and most inscrutable of blues like the ocean depths. She could taste the air, scent her captives fear, feel the myriad changes in her body and the cocktails of ritualised drugs brought her to highs of perception that she'd long since become addicted to.
With the barest hint of a smile, a simple gesture that belayed how much she would enjoy this, she went to work.
What followed Mo'q would barely be able to describe to others, if he even wished to, though at times he had to admit that there was a certain artistry to it. If ever there was an artisan so naturally suited to the unravelling of the spirit as Csh'te seemed to surgically explored the stuff their ancestors and gods created them of.
The screams she was able to exhort from her victims ranges in timbre, intensity, and tone rising and falling in some twisted rhythm that reminded him of Mar'Thal's recent festival. At times it seemed he couldn't even tell if it were the Artya, Artyee, or Csh'te herself who was the source of the wailing.
There were tenebrous bursts of activity that he could not remember clearly in his minds eye and to his horror he would recall moments of the night where the stormdaughter had asked him to join her in the revelry.
By the time the sun rose the following morning the Artya and Artyee had given up their secrets to Mo'q though how they did in their condition he barely knew how. Beside him Csh'te seemed to slump inwardly the lustre of her skin gone and deep rings around her eyes.
"Did you hear them Mo'q? Did you hear their secrets?" She crowed victoriously looked very self-satisfied as she surveyed her handiwork. Not a single piece of the bone like facial studding was present on her face and trails of blood ran from the penetrations that made it seem as if she were weeping with joy. She knelt before Mo'q and took his hand again as she had before the raid.
"Thank you Mo'q....thank you... w-we need to thank you f-for this.... yes thank you Mo'q. Sia'tri Firewalker is right and there is something about your people that I find fascinating... perhaps it was the breaking or music they made.... I don't know yet only that we have much work to do and I will have plenty of opportunities to find out."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.12.15 00:31:00 -
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...... In the Tal Mani Camps
Shuri'den'shalvys nodded appreciatively remembering, and oddly finding herself missing, the days she had spent with Grey and the foreign ambassadors in the Coral Tower. Perhaps it was merely that she was longing for the familiar shores and oceans of her homeland or perhaps it was that she missed the company after the years of quiet solitude in the Tower.
"I remember how Grey showed me your peoples penchant for wine and feasting General Brigadier, something our people share. Though of course due to your Kin'kre blood and great size I fear we Mur would be hard pressed to match you. I would be honoured and in good company to sit at your table if you would have me. To our savoir it is the least I could offer you."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Spademan
8
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Posted - 2015.12.16 22:14:00 -
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Having had time to rest after building the bridges for Coenwulf's army the Mur under Kal'm did not linger very long, leaving shortly after received the Oxen as agreed in exchange for their help. Vadir had once again be assigned to escorting Kal'm and in doing so gained knowledge from Kal'm about his people.
Having reached the river Coenwulf refrained from pressing the march further that day, marching through midday took a toll on the soldiers and if it were done too much some would surely keel over, or worse, desert. The following morning when the men had their rest the camp began to move again, tearing down the temporary bridges once they were no longer needed. Before long the army reached its next target and the liberation of Kalnu began much the same way as the previous fortress, with a siege.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.12.16 22:45:00 -
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........ In the Company of Coenwulf
Having rested during the time Coenwulf and his forces had taken to cross the bridges the Mur were fresh when they alongside the human engineers were tasked with breaking down the bridges. It was laborious work however Kal'm felt it worthwhile as he watched the large host of men pass by matching in serried ranks across the landscape. They almost resembled a gleaming silver snake as they wound their way towards yet another fortress along the borderlands.
In a display of honour that was duly appreciated by the Mur the Oxen and supplies of water were given without issue despite the quartermasters grumblings. With large supplies of fresh water at their disposal the Mur joined the Osmarii march westward as best they could. However they soon found themselves lagging behind the human formations which slowly over took them one by one. Unlike the rugged humans they languished under the sun and hours into their march came to a halt to distribute some of the water supplies amongst themselves.
Much to the Quarter Master's dismay, who observed this from within the baggage trains where the camps supplies and follows formed a brightly colour trail, the Mur shapers drew from the urns and scattered the particles to the air in a fine shower that resembled a light summers rain. While the human soldiers looked on with confusion the Mur simply rejoined the march very much so rejuvenated.
Once the force had reached the border fortress the Mur began to set out their camps near where the baggage train and camp followers had set up their own, far from the front lines. Meanwhile Kal'm and his Shapers went to seek council from Coenwulf on how best to make for the Tal Mani frontlines across the border and to seek his blessing to leave them to their siege.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.12.21 00:30:00 -
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(I've posting like 4 bloody times and I'm not in the mood to do it again so here's a placeholder so we can progress and I'll fix it some other time. Camp sets up, Kalnu is under siege, cannons and ****, messenger sent to extend an offer of surrender to the garrison because custom. Camp is a hub of activity, has hunters, smiths, traders and ****. Coenwulf is drawing up initial drafts for an assault on the castle then Kal'm shows up. Coenwulf accepts the offer to feast. I think that's the gist of what I had.)
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
21
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Posted - 2015.12.21 23:06:00 -
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....... in the Company of the Mur
The gathering was a small one on an open patch of grassland just outside of the encampment. Having travelled so far with so few belongings the Mur had little in the way of extravagance that could be offered to their honour guests, though Kal'm supposed Coenwulf being less so interested in the refined niceties of the Burtgun court would have appreciated that.
When Coenwulf and Vadir arrived they were welcomed with open arms by Kal'm and the Mur who had busied themselves digging a series of deep pits in the earth while others brought large flat stones from the surrounding landscape. After a time of labouring in this fashion the Mur shifted their focus lighting fires and heating the stones until they glowed a hypnotic, cherry red. Using his Authorities Kal'm and his Shapers went from pit to pit using their Authorities to lines the walls with the heated stones.
All the while the Mur offered their guests what foods their had either been able to gather or purchase from the camp's merchants. A weak watered down wine flowed freely accompanied by preserved fruits and pickled herrings. Meanwhile several of the soldiers put down their weapons to string and take up compact instruments from within their waterproofed packs adding a fast paced and sprightly cadence to the evening air.
Continuing their preparations Mur quickly removed large pouches made of what appeared to be a rubbery material and unfolded them into the pits quickly fitting them with water that steamed and bubbled in a while froth almost instantly. Soon after various vegetables, fishes, even some vaguely recognisable crustacean that had recently become popular on the island province of Kilerth.
After an hour of music, wine, and celebration the steamed foods were served. River Trout on a bed of steamed water cress, and steamed vegetables from Osmarium the likes the Mur had never seen.
Kresh was also served in abundance and regularly proffered to the human guests, and soon the sounds of music was interspersed between the sounds of the barbed tentacles being crunched between the teeth.
Finally Kal'm offered his guests a toast.
"We thank you for all you have done Lord Coenwulf and we celebrate you tonight. May your battles in the future be swift and bloodless. May you find glory and power in this life as is the desire of your people. And may we part as friends to meet again some day."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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sir RAVEN WING
RabbitGang
5
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Posted - 2015.12.22 03:31:00 -
[2630] - Quote
The Warband
One of the Parians aboard the ship helped navigate the ship to landfall, and lead the Artugians to an encampment of Parian forces. The forces around the site numbered roughly 1,250 men, headed by Xeros, a Parian who seemed not to carry any weapons, and wore Creed armour despite not being affiliated with them. He approached the Warband's leader with a calm demeanour and spoke a few words to the Parians with them in Parish before greeting the Artugians.
"According to these men, you were sent by Lord Jakyl to assist us, and I have not the reason or the authority to reject it. You may be pleased that we are about to assault a Cauti held fort soon. Shall your men be assisting us in this battle?" Xeros seemed overly calm.
Kilerth
Krion walked about the streets of Kilerth, looking upon the impoverished with pity, often offering them some cuts. He was disgusted to see how some citizens treated those who had almost nothing. He had even witnessed a group of young men attack a older Parian, and stepped in along with an Osmar which had been passing by.
The two scared the three men away rather easily, and helped the man, who had been knocked to the ground, up. The man was older than Krion by a good few decades. Krion handed the man a small bag of cuts, and after a few words, departed. He had noticed that there were no real enforcement of the law around the area before he returned to his rented room in a local inn.
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Retired Merc... for now.
"it's just buried by 3 pages." - Cat Merc
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Jonny D Buelle
The Warlords Legion
2
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Posted - 2015.12.25 15:35:00 -
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:The Warband
One of the Parians aboard the ship helped navigate the ship to landfall, and lead the Artugians to an encampment of Parian forces. The forces around the site numbered roughly 1,250 men, headed by Xeros, a Parian who seemed not to carry any weapons, and wore Creed armour despite not being affiliated with them. He approached the Warband's leader with a calm demeanour and spoke a few words to the Parians with them in Parish before greeting the Artugians.
"According to these men, you were sent by Lord Jakyl to assist us, and I have not the reason or the authority to reject it. You may be pleased that we are about to assault a Cauti held fort soon. Shall your men be assisting us in this battle?" Xeros seemed overly calm.
Kilerth
Krion walked about the streets of Kilerth, looking upon the impoverished with pity, often offering them some cuts. He was disgusted to see how some citizens treated those who had almost nothing. He had even witnessed a group of young men attack a older Parian, and stepped in along with an Osmar which had been passing by.
The two scared the three men away rather easily, and helped the man, who had been knocked to the ground, up. The man was older than Krion by a good few decades. Krion handed the man a small bag of cuts, and after a few words, departed. He had noticed that there were no real enforcement of the law around the area before he returned to his rented room in a local inn.
A twisted smile crept across Murk's face. He and his brethren had been at sea for far too long and had wished to eat the hearts of their enemies. He gave the traditional Artugian greeting, and while rising from his low bow, spoke slowly: "Use us as you see fit, Warleader-Xeros, me and mine are trained to slaughter any foe who we come across, and we are eager to show Outlanders the deadly nature of Artuga.
"If I may suggest, use us at the dead of night, where the Ancestors reign, where out dark skin masks us from sight and our claws can slit their throats while they rest safely in their beds."
((Sorry can't post more, its Christmas and I am doing the family thing IRL, Merry Christmas everyone!))
Director of T-W-L
Lord of Scrubs
Praise the Sun!
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Spademan
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Posted - 2016.01.11 00:48:00 -
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In the compnany of Kal'm and the Mur...
The cannons had long since finished their barrage by the time Coenwulf and Vadir had joined up with the Mur in their festivities, who had made extensive use of their curious gifts to prepare for the occasion. Naturally the two left behind their armour, but kept swords with them at all times in case the worst should happen. As the night went on however those too found themselves carried back by servants before the festivities finished.
Most of it was familiar enough, music, albeit different from Osmar music, dancing and food. Most of the food were items they were both familiar with, but a curiosity among it all was Kresh. A Mur delicacy, it was particularly uncommon in Kilerth, being so far inland. Vadir enjoyed himself greatly, and Coenwulf welcomed the distraction.
Coenwulf replied to Kal'm with a toast of his own
"I thank you for your kind words, and I wish you haste in your travels. I have little doubt that we shall meet again, and if fortune favours us in it shall be in less dreary times. There is much we could learn for the benefit of us all."
When the time came both father and son made their way back to the main camp, escorted of course, and found themselves caught up again in the rigours of war.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Jonny D Buelle
The Warlords Legion
2
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Posted - 2016.01.11 19:07:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:............... In Mihal
Hours after the raid in the small hours of the following morning when the Artya and Artyee of the Shattered Blade took their rest the interrogation of the two captives began.
The settlement of Mihal had been for the longest time a barren reminder of night the Tall Ones had laid waste to one of Durna's largest and most thriving of settlements however since the Shattered Blade had taken up residence in the ruins several of the leafy huts had been rebuilt. One such hut had been constructed further from the main settlement for the express purpose of housing the Scattered prisoners whom Mo'q's operatives captured until they either confessed their crimes or were sentenced to execution.
In one such hut Csh'te's interrogations began. Initially they were a noiseless affair that Mo'q likely would have found tiresome and quite draining of his patience as the Mur woman simply asked question after question of the tight-lipped natives. They refused to speak for hours, and with each refusal Csh'te seemed to grow more enraptured clearly manifesting in her body language and shape.
Csh'te stalked around the captives with little regard for modesty, her bearing contained a predatory grace that matched the look in her eyes which were of the deepest and most inscrutable of blues like the ocean depths. She could taste the air, scent her captives fear, feel the myriad changes in her body and the cocktails of ritualised drugs brought her to highs of perception that she'd long since become addicted to.
With the barest hint of a smile, a simple gesture that belayed how much she would enjoy this, she went to work.
What followed Mo'q would barely be able to describe to others, if he even wished to, though at times he had to admit that there was a certain artistry to it. If ever there was an artisan so naturally suited to the unravelling of the body and spirit as Csh'te as she determined exactly what it was that their ancestors and gods had constructed them from.
The screams she was able to exhort from her victims ranges in timbre, intensity, and tone rising and falling in some twisted rhythm that reminded him of Mar'Thal's recent festival. At times it seemed he couldn't even tell if it were the Artya, Artyee, or Csh'te herself who was the source of the wailing.
There were tenebrous bursts of activity that he could not remember clearly in his minds eye and to his horror he would recall moments of the night where the stormdaughter had asked him to join her in the revelry.
By the time the sun rose the following morning the Artya and Artyee had given up their secrets to Mo'q though how they did in their condition he barely knew how. Beside him Csh'te seemed to slump inwardly the lustre of her skin gone and deep rings around her eyes.
"Did you hear them Mo'q? Did you hear how earnest their voices were, did you hear their secrets?" She crowed victoriously looked very self-satisfied as she surveyed her handiwork. Not a single piece of the bone like facial studding was present on her face and trails of blood ran from the penetrations that made it seem as if she were weeping with joy. She knelt before Mo'q and took his hand again as she had before the raid.
"Thank you Mo'q....thank you... w-we need to thank you f-for this.... yes thank you Mo'q. Sia'tri Firewalker is right and there is something about your people that I find fascinating... perhaps it was the breaking or music they made.... I don't know yet only that we have much work to do and I will have plenty of opportunities to find out."
...Mihal
Mo'q stared off towards the waves, not staring at anything. The horror he had witnessed had left him shaken, the taste of bile in his mouth. He was no stranger to torture, but what the Mur-Folk had done... what he had ordered to be done... the guilt was almost too much to bare...
He felt the gentle, oily, touch of the Mur's hand touching his, forcing his mind to return from the present. He looked at her, seeing the blood tears flow from her face. He frowned, wondering why someone would hurt themselves as such if not to invoke the Ancestors.
When he spoke, he spoke slowly, his usual warm, sly voice tainted with coldness. "Aye," he said, pulling his hand away gently. "There is much to be done. Tell no Artugian of what has occured, other than the information we have gleaned from those poor souls. Now go rest, sweet Csh'te, I will see to it those traitors feel mercy for the final time."
With that, he reentered the hut, and slit the throats of the two, apologizing in the old tongue and pleading for the ancestoes to welcome them.
Director of T-W-L
Lord of Scrubs
Praise the Sun!
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
21
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Posted - 2016.01.11 21:49:00 -
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...... In Mihal
Csh'te, the Stormdaughter, lingered a moment outside the cottage listening intently as Mo'q re-entered the crude structure and cut the throats of their prisoners. A wave of horror and fatigued washed over her as she felt their spirits flee their bodies and enter the void beyond, wholly wasted.
Once the Artya was gone she stole back into the hut to collect her bone facial studs however a rustling outside the hut caused a sudden spark of panic and Csh'te fled Mihal to the small spring at the edge of the village where the Artugan's would not disturb her. There she washed the blood from both her face and the studs before carefully inserting them back into their original positions.
Furious at Mo'q for having killed them she lashed a nearby rock with an Abrasion several times leaving its surface glowing a cherry red and warming the air by the pool before settling down to rest until she was next needed.
...... In Tal Man
Kal'm's forces crossed into Tal Man upon the dawn and had intended to send runners to a small settlement indicated on their maps to alert the Kin'kre to their presence in the region however shortly after first light a border patrol caught their trail and approached from the South.
Kal'm relayed the purpose of their mission to the guardsmen whom seemed to somewhat understand the situation though didn't seem particularly concerned with an armed host crossing into their lands from the East. Rather than detain the Mur any longer than was required the leader of the contingent offered them two of his men as guides and bid them offer his respects to a Tal named General Bridgadir.
Eager to be on his was as well Kal'm nodded his assent and with that marched across the flat Mani plains as far as his Mur could muster in a day. Upon the following dawn and with many more miles to go before they came upon the frontlines Kal'm consulted the Tal guides asking if their were water ways leading towards the Southern regions of the country.
To his dismay there were few and the ones that did flow south were small trickles that his armed soldiers would have trouble moving through unless they were two abreast. Though Kal'm did not like extending out his formation it would be the only means of reaching their destination in any acceptable time frame.
By midday his men had entered the trickles and were making a respectable advance. That night several hours after his men had camped by the river side the two lumbering forms of the Tal guides jogged into camp without a word or sign of fatigue, sat down at one of the fires, and after they had eaten fell asleep.
The company arrived in the Warm Camps the morning following Shuri'den'shalvys invitation by General.
...... In the War Camps
Shuri'den of Shalvys the was attended the dinner sitting with the Brigadier General extending the invitation to two members of the small company of Mur whom she had determined were most affected by the traumatic events of the siege and in need of hot food and drink in friendly company.
The three of them didn't bother with Maera as they presented themselves to the Tal Mani officers simply because they suspected the Tal warriors had little appreciation for the fine silks and gossamer weaves that perhaps would have sufficed for a more formal setting amongst nobles and royalty.
"That means Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space."
- Unnamed Gunnery Chief, The Citadel
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sir RAVEN WING
Corrosive Synergy
RUST415
5
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Posted - 2016.01.12 05:25:00 -
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Jonny D Buelle wrote:
A twisted smile crept across Murk's face. He and his brethren had been at sea for far too long and had wished to eat the hearts of their enemies. He gave the traditional Artugian greeting, and while rising from his low bow, spoke slowly: "Use us as you see fit, Warleader-Xeros, me and mine are trained to slaughter any foe who we come across, and we are eager to show Outlanders the deadly nature of Artuga.
"If I may suggest, use us at the dead of night, where the Ancestors reign, where out dark skin masks us from sight and our claws can slit their throats while they rest safely in their beds."
A devilish grin crept across Xeros' face. "Excellent news. We'll attack the fort tomorrow night, and I do believe we can use your group to help. " Xeros turned from the group before motioning to them to follow.
In Xeros' Tent, 2 hours later.
The tent was larger than what most generals in the Parian military would be accommodated to, especially in such a position in an area under hostile control. The inside of the tent was decorated lavishly with ornaments of gold scattered around. If not for the dark brown zelc wood table messily covered with papers and maps, one would most likely confuse it with the living quarters for the highest of Parian nobility.
Within the tent stood several men wearing the armour of the Creed with the symbol of the Creed replaced with their house in Patris. All armour were black to hide the men in the shadows. Each were armed with a dagger and stood firm.
"Murk, these men shall assist you, taking out the guardsmen on the walls and allowing you access to the front gates. You need to get through quickly, and make sure all witnesses are among the dead on the ground. If any alarm is raised, I want you and your group to retreat to my men waiting. As soon as your men are seen, they will assault the fort. This should be the fallback, and not the main plan. A quick coup would be optimal for us, more prisoners, less Parian and Artugian deaths. This is understood?"
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"I respectfully disagree with your face, my shotty will fix it." - Fear_Gore
Rainbow Six Siege.
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Jonny D Buelle
The Warlords Legion
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Posted - 2016.01.12 18:17:00 -
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...Tent of Warchief-Xeros
Murk placed a fist over his heart and bowed. "As the Warchief commands, so shall it be."
Murk then turned to two of his men and gave a command in the old tongue. The two, an Artya of Drishna and an Artyee of Durna, bowed with a fast over their heart and left the tent. A few minutes later they returned with two crates and placed them in front of Xeros, and began to pry them open.
Murk spoke as they did their task, "Our Greatclaw sent us with gifts to help in your effort, Artugian Venom, milked from the strongest Artyee, our female." He reached into the now open box and produced a blackened sac, made from flesh, which used small string, made from the vines of Artuga, to keep the liquid from spilling. "Coat your blades with this, and even a tiny scratch will prove fatal."
He then turned to the Parian Assassins, and said, "When the night has reached the darkest, when the Ancestors call, meet us east of this... fortress... we shall show them fear the night, where us Artugians are at home."
Director of T-W-L
Lord of Scrubs
Praise the Sun!
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Vash Warren
SMARTCREW
Smart Deploy
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Posted - 2016.01.15 22:54:00 -
[2637] - Quote
Brigadier General Trovoski and the other few other Tal who sat with him greeted Shuri'den and the two Mur who she had brought along, though he did not care one way or the other on the extra guest. He noticed the slightly less formal cloths the Mur were wearing, he figured it was a more informal anyway, considering the circumstance.
"I glad you are able to join me and a few of my staff for the meal, I hope the food your people are receiving is up to a good standard. It is hard to get a constant supply of materials when you are preparing a two front war. But we make do with what we can. Now before we begin our courses, I must ask, will you and your people be returning to the Fortress and or Cauti territory? Because if you do you will be guaranteed safety to the boarder, but no more after that. You may not be as lucky the second time."
Caldari Body, Caldari Core, But Amarr with my Soul.
23 Mil SP, Next Adventure. Amarr Assult/ Caldari Logi
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Spademan
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Posted - 2016.01.17 16:58:00 -
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The fortress walls withstood a weeks bombardment before crumbling before Coenwulf's army. Instead of taking the field himself, Coenwulf gave command of the assault to his son, Vadir, and observed from afar, occasionally using a spyglass. As the soldiers neared the walls cannon fire gave way to arrows and gunshots aimed at those above rather than the walls themselves. As well as entering through the newly created gap in the wall ladders were raised to scale the walls elsewhere and while some were knocked others were weighed in time to prevent this.
Soldiers scaled the ladders as others fought their way up the stair, bodies from both sides being thrown down as they did so, though more Cauti than Osmar. Tal-men too dotted the field as part of the companies sent from Howe, with one in particular standing out as he cut swathes through the enemy ranks. Seemingly untouchable, Miron's fierce performance spurred on others near him as the walls were taken completely.
The keep itself was taken in short order as most of the defending forces were deployed to protect the walls. Held in the prisons were a number of the former garrison, who were freed and placed once again as a garrison as the fortress was returned to the Tal-Men. The army would rest for a time before moving on.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2016.01.17 21:54:00 -
[2639] - Quote
................ In the Warcamps
Shuri'den'shalvys smiles across the table at her host.
"We too are grateful to be here." She replied as we inclined her head to each of the Tal-Man officers seated around the table. "Kalya truly smiled upon us in our hour of need and sent to us allies who we have come to trust implicitly in our trade as we have now in times of war. While I still mean to thank your brave Captain who escorted us from the fortress I feel it only proper to ask for a list of the casualties as well so my people can pay their respects."
Behind her the other two Mur nodded in agreement. They looked less tense than they had that morning and some of the richer hues of blue had returned to their skin as a result of being behind the lines even for but a few hours.
After she had observed the Tal's customs at the dinner table Shuri'den sat down with them to dinner where she was treated to a fairly modest portion, especially for a Tal, which even despite it's modesty was still more than she herself could eat in a single sitting. However out of respect for her hosts she did her best picking at the strange combinations of Shorewalker vegetables and meats. Unlike her own people's food the flavours were richer and the scents muskier. The cuts of meat were thicker though more succulent and as a result she had little to compare it to.
Later during the meal she found a moment to discuss her plans for her people with the Brigadier General and shifted into a seat next to him so they could be heard through the evening discussion.
"I appreciate your offer of an escort to the border General Trovoski however I don't think that will be necessary. My Seneschal and closest confidante is very protective of me, which I suppose that is why she is so good at her job. If I know her as well as I think I do then arrangements have been made. Mur look out for Mur dear General."
She paused a moment looking back towards the fortress with a frown.
"Still I do not have the time to to skirt this conflict as four warships of ours lie off of the Southern Coast under the command of a very fearsome Stormdaughter. I shudder to think what might happen if ill news finds it way to her, unlike you Shorewalkers we Mur cannot afford to be drawn into a war. As such we are like to depart in a day or so.... which brings me to matters of trade General. We have risked much to deliver this first shipment of materials across the continent as a symbol of our nations friendship for which I would like to see the rewards of this investment. I ask you general have you any slaves in your camps? Particularly those known by your people as 'Ant's'? If so I would very much like to have them."
"That means Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space."
- Unnamed Gunnery Chief, The Citadel
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sir RAVEN WING
Corrosive Synergy
RUST415
5
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Posted - 2016.01.18 06:09:00 -
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The chambers of the Oligarchy were alive with arguing and sounds moving around the room in a form less of dancing and more of battering. Jiha and Cellese shot back and forth with each other, with an argument that could decide the future of the Cauti.
"We have gotten what we have wanted, the Creed and the nation of Patris are now officially separated. We need to seek an end to our war with them and focus on the Tal and Osmarri." Cellese shouted at Jiha
"That is foolishness talking, if we let even one of the supporters of those snakes live, we shall be struck down when we turn our heads." Jiha shouted back, angrily.
"So we are to fall because some personal vendetta of yours? It is not the concern of the Cautian people that your brother was killed by them years ago." The tension between the two could be sensed from anywhere in the room.
"Blast your soul! You white-tailed coward!" Jiha drew his pistol and aimed it at Cellese.
As Jiha drew his gun, Cellese backed up, a bit shocked at what just happened. Several other in the room drew weapons as well and focused them on Jiha.
"Enough, Jiha, lower your weapon from Madism Cellese. We will discuss this matter without you." Master Oila motioned for the guards to escort Jiha out and they followed the command.
2 hours later
"So it is decided, peace talks shall begin with the Osmarii and later the Parians. Dismissed." Master Oila dismissed the Oligarchy.
Cellese took the back exit rather than the front just in case Jiha was waiting for her outside. She was pleased with the verdict of the Oligarchy.
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"I respectfully disagree with your face, my shotty will fix it." - Fear_Gore
Rainbow Six Siege.
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