DATED: Friday 7th of October.
Content of this raid thread: the city of Lunenburg is to be looted (steal stuff, but leave horses alone). The goal of the raid is to take back Foxglove; they will be unsuccessful in this.
Note that AniWayan PNPC's Yanna Bell (female) and Wisteria Roads (female) are both present and can be killed by CdM'ers. They can be powerplayed by both parties. Any AniWayan who wants it may play that they have been equipped with a war horse. The PNPC's are mounted on war horses, and use bows.
Free post order, but allow 2-3 AniWayans to post first, please. Enjoy, and if you want to make a separate thread for your fighting from this thread, you are welcome to.
Maska's mount led the way, and adrenaline was rushing his mind and at once clouding his vision and making everything so clear. He was focused and alert, and excited as he had never been before. The party approached the hybrids' borders and he lifted a hand up to signal a halt before they got too close. Wouldn't want patrols to spot them already, would they? Maska would not venture into the area with his warriors, but this was not out of cowardice. A dead leader would not gain anyone anything, and as his Guardians had been dying lately (damn these neighbors!), he could not spare any of them keeping watch on him in the heat of battle. So, he sent them all in and would ride for home on his own. The ride back would be nothing less than perilous, as the paths took him alongside and not far from Cour des Miracle's borders. Surely, if you caught him... He believed the savages would end him in a second, as they would to any guard. His warriors were needed in one place together, not here and there, trailing after his horse. The gesture of leading them this far was simply motivational.
They were hushed, and Maska spoke in a muffled voice as he gave them final instructions. "Without a doubt, Foxglove is held in the city. Find her - and sack the city." Smiling, he touched the shoulder of Yanna, one of the older Guardians present. "Yanna will lead you right: kill any filth you come across." Smiling, Maska made a soung which signalled his mount to trot away from the party, and he halted there to watch them as they would enter the other pack's claimed territory. How would this Vigilante (and what a pathetic name!) feel when consequence came creeping up on him?