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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Aug 14, 2017 8:12:22 GMT -6
Aubrey | War-Forged | Bloody Flank Merchant
As the tension rose among the group, Aubrey felt her grip on her hammer tighten until she was almost sure she would snap the handle in half. This was not going to go well at all. Her eyes were constantly moving between the new group and her fellow Bloody Flanks, assessing who would take action first. The War-Forged strangers didn't seem like fighters. No, they seemed to be more of a scouting party. Perhaps they were even sent by the War-Lord to scout the countryside after the attack on Holmsa to see if the perpetrators were still nearby. It didn't seem that she was the only one who had thought about this. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement, and when she glanced over, Aubrey saw the familiar palomino pelt of Alcippe moving closer to them in the shadows, and she could see the horses around her tighten their grips on their weapons. Nope, this wasn't going to be good at all.
The spotted mare watched on in silence as the medic, Rose, circled the fire slowly. She caught the mare's eyes, sensing the warning in them. Aubrey felt her muscles tighten, ready to throw herself to her hooves. As Rose kicked the burning firewood toward the scouts, Aubrey jumped up, hauling Rhuarc to his hooves next to her as Faraji shouted for the little colts, Snilf and Trilf to follow them. "Get to the ship! Don't look back." Aubrey shouted to the older child, watching as he took off toward the ship as fast as his hooves could carry him with Snilf and Trilf following close behind.
Turning her attention from them, she sought out Faraji and gave the mare a thankful nod. "Thank you for the help. Now let's get out of here before those scouts think about following us." She said with a wide grin as her eyes caught the growing wild fire behind them. Something about the adrenaline pumping in her veins and the fiery blaze they were leaving behind was oddly gratifying.
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Post by brandvandet on Aug 14, 2017 21:05:34 GMT -6
Cloaked in her matching pin-striped
Arsenal of next month's nows
Having assured herself that there was no ambush waiting in the shadows, Alcippe found it hard to kindle any sense of urgency in herself about the trio with questionable judgment. She didn't particularly think they ought to let them trot off to Hira and report but she also was uninclined to listen to the bleeding hearts of the fire whine if she were to do the sensible thing. She was tired of listening to them try to rationalize away the inevitable. It had been her hide in battle aboard ship and on shore time and time again to bring their mouths food. So far she had little thanks for it. They were snowblind, insisting a coming blizzard was only so much fog rolling off the mountains. It amazed her that they still stuck stubbornly to those misconceptions. Alcippe watched impassively as it all went to hell. Thank Kaia and Alya and whatever other god wanted to drop in for a prayer tonight that Vidar had whatever he had now, because these...these children were utterly useless. They turned tail and ran from bare questions from a couple of women and a child. Their ideals were as empty as their professed morality. She shot a few screams after the fleeing War Forged but even the press of fire couldn't coerce her to hurry. “They're all fucking idiots,” she announced, not quietly to Vidalia as she matched the mule's pace. A matching thought was sent skimming over the waves to Vladimir. They'd had a chance to prove their worth, show their steel, and all they'd come up with was tin. Alcippe - Bloody Flanks - Raider
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 15, 2017 21:52:40 GMT -6
-transfer over from WF Plot 405-
Alvane squinted her eyes at the large mare. The feeling had changed and she had realized that Alvane wasn’t going to play nice. The blue haired mare could feel her teke inching closer to the hilt of her sword. Watching Rose intently as she stepped around the fire. Her eyes never leaving hers. The mare gritted her teeth, she was so over “being nice” and was ready to strike. “Go home.” Alvane cocked an ear before she was showered with a splash of ash and cinders. The fire spluttered everywhere, scrambling to the ground.
The mare lept back the embers nipping her skin. Again raising her head to hear the rhythm of many hoof beats dashing away and getting lost in the black abyss. The blue hair mare staggered back a little as the forest floor around them caught alight under their hooves. Ales met her side. Words escaping his mouth but Alvane wasn’t listening. The mare promptly spun on the spot pushing the young scout on with her head. “RUN!, Both of you” she looked around to Cassi “GO I’m right behind you both” Alvane’s eyes glared into the darkness before promptly loping no more than five steps away from the starting blaze. The mare looked back, again gritting her teeth and nostrils flaring. A low growl exited her throat and she took an angry hoof to the ground, turning up dead wood and leaves.“Next time, I won’t give you a chance to run” She snarled aloud, cussing out the bloody flanks as they cowardly retreated. “Next time I see you, it will be I taking your last breath.” With a flick of her tail, the mare promptly followed suit behind the other two scouts who were little ways ahead now. Today was not a day to die.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 17:36:03 GMT -6
congratulations! The forest burns in the wake of the Bloody Flank sailors as they recede into the trees, making for the shore where the dark Trespasser slumbers in wait. Any reservations the Flanks had about their captain would have to wait-- Onea was still a larger threat to them than Vidar. The scouts leave the smoky woods in a rush for Mt. Skeldr; if the strangers they encountered were tied to the strange happenings at Holmsa, the Warlord would need to know. The forest floor smoldered for days, seeping smoke, though the fire did not catch the wet wood of any living trees. The conflict left a mass of scorched and blackened earth-- not the first scar the Bloody Flanks would leave on Onea, and not the last. All participants receive 20 AP and 20 CS! |
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