It is Not the Mountain that We Conquer, but Ourselves

Site #1: Shaamah, Elias, Elle

POSTED: Wed Dec 20, 2017 12:17 am

((First time leading something like this in a long time, I covered a lot, I just didn't want to miss anything. xD))

Mt. Oromocto's northern side had been one of the sites found and a few of the allied pack's members split off to their assigned destinations. Shaamah, alongside a duo of Krokarens were assigned to the mountain's claim, and the soldier was quick to ensure that everything was together for the venture out of Sapient's borders. His armor was locked to his chest, core and arms, his clothing to keep him from the brunt of the cold despite it's thin weaving if anything were to have them stranded. The banded metal tekko claimed his fists in a tight grip, and he set to travel as lightly as he was able.

The mountain loomed overhead.The afternoon had been crisp, but a light flurry danced in the frosty air and coated the world with a faint layer of white. As the broad-shouldered soldier arrived shy of the range of where the campsite claimed to be, he turned to meet the faces of their small team. Dual gaze settled on each of them as black lips parted," The campground is said to be near. Are the two of you prepared?" Baritone tune carried it's rumbly low hum quietly across the space between them as he stretched his hands between the metal bands of the tekko. The question was out of direct respect for their allied relationship. Krokarens had never taken him for a widely warrior oriented pack, but then again neither did Sapient; the soldier wanted to make sure they were on the same level, whether this duo obtained trust for him enough to fight by his side, or if there just happened to be a few souls he needed to keep from his back.

The nary trusting soldier eyed them both for a moment, allowing them to make their peace with him, or spit at his heels as they so chose. A small nod was gifted them before his stern gaze reached through the trees of the mountainside, the politics of pack-allies restricting him from any sort of true action. Sapient may be wiley and unstable, but those he'd met from Krokar didn't seem to fill the same foo-print. Perhaps not warriors, but definitely diligent in their labor from what he had been shown by their members. He was sure the two of them understood the option of high ground being best, and if they were due any sort of luck, there'd be a ledge or cliff side where they could watch and make their move with decisive action rather than a blind skirmish. No one knew exactly what they were up against, and without recon, they'd be fools to think they could take an encampment without casualty. The hailing of an early winter dusk could push the process forward quickly, and this chill in the air would call for a fire to be had if cover wasn't an option.

One last glace came between the canines, and the soldier finally turned, a silent sign that he was ready to move on in case the others hadn't chosen to do so. He felt no need to lead this group aside from offering his experienced advice, as they were all here for the same purpose, but his natural tendency overcame him into taking initiative. The soldier would step back if others chose to take charge of the band, but until the site was spotted, it was simply a scouting mission prepped for a fight.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 01, 2018 3:34 pm

Launching herself headlong into the whole mystery surrounding the mysterious disappearance of her cousin and the two Vela siblings seemed as good a use of her time as any. Though her intentions weren't so noble as those of others (after all, Elle had no need or desire for the many intolerable things that she imagined would follow in the wake of heroism), her assistance had seemed well received. Young though she was, Elle thought that she had plenty to offer her mother's old friend and the brawny Sapient. After all, she had done a fair amount of exploring on her own and could hold her own well enough outside of Krokar.

Maybe it was naivety, maybe it was simply an oversight, but Elle hadn't anticipated that they'd actually run into anyone at the place where the 'X' marked the spot on their battered map. A thrill of something that may have been fear sent her nerves in a flurry as she stood with the scarred soldier and the Blueridge man. "Would we be 'ere if were werena?" she quipped, rolling her eyes at the Sapien despite herself. Elle crossed her arms over her chest and glanced at the beastly man.

Standing there, her anticipation and curiosity setting fire to her mind, Elle tapped one of her feet restlessly in the snow. Anxious though she was for what was to come, standing around and waiting was much worse. "So, aare we gan' te go or aare we jus' gan' stand aboot, lookin' aat each other?"

OOC: Elle is such a brat. xD

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POSTED: Wed Jan 03, 2018 11:49 am

Optime | Mt. Oromocto | Dated: December 8th-15th (+483)

[KR/SP] The Final Phase: Race Against the Clock

Sorry I didn’t move them closer to the site Dx Wasn’t sure how Shaamah would react to Elle’s mouthy-ness xDD

His luck was the worst, and it was times like these that often had him wonder if his time with the Cartel had permanently cursed him. The Captain had given her order for the Krokarans to scour the countryside for their missing members--her wayward son among them--with the aid of their Sapien neighbors. With the group he had been assigned to, he wondered if the sheepdog woman had been oblivious or had deliberately chosen each member.

The Sapien was a tall, scarred, muscle-packed fellow. He looked as if he had seen conflict many times, and his armed outfit told that he might have perhaps lived for it. It was the first Elias had ever seen of Shaamah, cause of the Familia Sugit conflict, the man that Nikolas had ultimately died for in Krokar’s need to aid their ally. With the plethora of scars that peaked from beneath the man’s clothes and armor, Elias couldn’t help but wonder how many other Luperci might be out there searching for his hide.

As for the other, Elle, she had still been in her mother’s stomach a year ago. Daughter of the missing Ailie, someone upstairs must have found some satisfaction in the cruel parallel his mind had drawn. Last winter, the girl’s mother had gone on a scouting mission--not so different than the one they were on--and, now, how fitting, or unfitting, it was that her daughter had taken her place this winter.

Yes, his luck seemed to rarely lean into his favor.

Elias had kept to himself, quietly brooding and lamenting his misfortune as they moved further towards the mountainous terrain. He’d worn his usual clothing for the winter months; his rabbit fur-lined tunic, a long shirt beneath it, and pair of loose-fitting pants. The knife on his belt and the leather bracers worn on his arms were pieces that had been borrowed from the pack’s stores.

When Shaamah addressed them, it was Elle that spoke for the two of them, spunky and fiery as her mother had ever been. Elias offered a more sedate reply, a simple nod and a hand coming up to rest against the cloth-bound handle of the steel of his borrowed knife. “Yes,” he translated to the Sapien.

The Greenhorn seemed eager as ever to get things started, and Elias’ periwinkle gaze flicked from her to Shaamah, wondering if the battleworn soul had a plan indeed. The giant male turned then, wordlessly signaling that he was ready to move on. Elias let out a soft sigh before turning to Elle and jutting with his snout to the monochrome Sapien’s back. “Come on, let’s go then, Elle,” he coaxed patiently. The coydog planned to take up the rear of their traveling scouting party, not wanting to risk the possibility of losing Ailie’s daughter.

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POSTED: Fri Jan 05, 2018 7:44 pm

The young woman wielded a might mule-like nature, one that would easily have contested his miserable red-son, and the amiable conversation that he had placed in order to keep the politics straight with his allies was suddenly and silently cursed in the back of his mind. He had to behave, he knew he did. That didn't mean that others were so inclined to keep their allies in better judgement. Yet, she was young, likely naive, and clearly impatient with the moment that Shaamah had allowed for them to ready themselves. He'd learned that not all souls were prepped and ready to hold out an imperative and shady mission like this, but his dismay came at his own assumption. The soldier eyed her for a moment, watching as her sea foam sights rolled back and her foot got to tapping in the snow.

How easy it would be to leave her to her own devices should this scouting mission turn awry. Of course, he knew better than to act upon such an instinct. Krokar were valuable assets to Sapient, and they wouldn't be lost because of trivial back-talk. After a moment, intelligent gaze turned away from Elle," I don't have an inkling as to what you've spoken," He covered his own condescending nature with that of a very transparent facade. She'd know that he had understood her, but he wouldn't give her the honor of having her words regarded.

Elias, however, seemed to have a steadier head on his shoulders and offered a more understandable response. To his nod, he achieved one in return, before the soldier headed off with the two of them at his rear. He hadn't missed the grace of Elias' blue gaze not moments ago, but it was dismissed to a later moment, after they were finished with their chore for the day. There wasn't much trust for the two that he had been assigned with, but he would have to work with them in the instant that a fight broke out. A dead Krokar due to a small skirmish wasn't a reward worth bringing back to Sapient, or Krokar for that matter. It would be a mark on his already tarnished record, and he couldn't risk piling on his delinquencies further.

The searching continued on through the endless pines and barren trees, but as the ground grew increasingly stoney, there came the fresh, hot and heavy scent of smoke. A small glance was offered to the duo, as if to grasp if they had recognized what exactly this had meant. After that, without further hesitation, he moved on. Shoulders lurched forward as dual gaze reached through the maze of trees in search of any smoke that could be trailing. The smoke would not only offer cover, but it would keep their scent down should the winds shift, even if it was a bit of trouble to move through.

As his steps covered less ground with each stride, his posture and expression shifted toward more of a prowl than sneaking about. Dark harks were high on his crown, and his sights were piercing, taking in any notion of sound or movement. It was the sharp snort of a equine that gave his hackles rise, and had him frozen in his step. They were nearing the location and it wouldn't do Shaamah any good to be the first to get closer. There wasn't a way for his massive hide to cover himself, even with the smoke," Scout on," He mouthed quietly. All they had to do was make sure it was their quarry and count the enemies present for now, but he wouldn't be entirely surprised if the young female curdled the situation. There was just no luck of them maintaining the element of surprise if Shaamah were the lead them inward, so if he maintained distance, they'd have something of a chance.

If not? Well. He tightened his grip on the Tekko in his fists. He wouldn't exactly be disappointed if this turned into anything more than a scouting mission.


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POSTED: Sun Jan 07, 2018 12:41 am

A teeny-tiny voice in the deepest, darkest recesses of her young mind told her that maybe, just maybe, she should tone it down a little. After all, they were outside of the safety of Krokar and in the company of a dour, very formidable, ally. Perhaps a little patience and a little obedience would do the whole situation a little good?

But then Elle took that teeny-tiny voice and crushed it dead before it could take root and poison her with any more sweet, quaint ideas. She was her own woman and she would do as she pleased without society telling her what she should be doing instead.

Shaamah's mismatched eyes — so much like that idiot cousin of hers who had lost her promiscuous mother — watched her and, after she'd rolled her eyes emphatically, she stared back at him with the seafoam green of her own. He seemed to consider her words, or perhaps he was trying to decipher precisely what she as saying, and Elle tapped her foot impatiently while she waited.

When he replied at last, turning his eyes away from her moody expression, Elle stopped tapping her foot and allowed her maw to part ever so slightly. He didn't know what she said? What a load of crock! She narrowed her brows, glabella crinkling sharply. "Bullshit," she murmured under her breath, glaring daggers at the back of Shaamah's head. It wasn't as if she was speaking in a different language!

Thankfully, patient and level-headed Elias was there to diffuse the situation. Elle flicked her seagreen eyes to the Blueridge man. "Fine," she snapped, stepping forward after mindless brute. The further they walked, the more her mind cleared. There were other, more important, things to be aware of now than how dumb some of their allies were. And, as though on cue, an example of precisely what was more important wafted into her nose. It was delicate at first and then grew stronger and more astringent the closer they got.

"Smoke," Elle said unnecessarily, wrinkling her nose gently. She jumped when the sound of a snorting equine disturbed the silence, quickly trying to recover by carrying onward and hoping that nobody noticed. It dawned on Elle very, very quickly that there actually could be people here and they very well maybe dangerous. The numbness of nerves gripped her and her only defense was rebellion. So when Shaamah mouthed an instruction for them to "scout on", she repeated the motion with an emphatically exaggerated expression that suggested that young Cormier had not yet gotten over her earlier disgust with the soldier.

Elle started forward, quietly but still grossly untrained in the finer points of stealth and scouting. "De ye think they've got 'em?" she asked Elias softly.

OOC: poor long-suffering Elias and obedient Shaamah, having to deal with this jerk.

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LMFAO @ Elle’s Korra move xDD

Y’all feel free to take this wherever! Just remember, we gotta interrogate at least one of them for info, or, find the information on their dead body xD

Elle made her comment. Shaamah retorted to her comment. Elle didn’t like his retort… If he were more expressive with his emotions, Elias might have let his frustration with the two’s incompatibility with one another be known. Instead though, the quiet man settled for merely holding his face with his hand, his fingers massaging his temple in such a way that might have resembled a headache forming.

Why? Why had Lucille been so cruel as to stick him with these to? What had he don’t to deserve this? Oh, right, the Austringer Cartel…

He hoped their disagreement with one another would end there. The last thing the coydog wanted was to be trying to keep the enemy at bay while also trying to keep them from going at each other. Thankfully, their little traveling party kept moving with no other issues, the three of them remembering the reason for why they were out there. They searched, though, they knew not what for, only that it would hopefully be an answer or clue towards the whereabouts of their missing allies.

It was after some time that the thick scent of smoke began to fill their nostrils. Elle pointed it out, Shaamah offered them a glance, and Elias nodded in agreement to the young Krokaran’s observation. The Outrigger felt his muscles jump at the sound of a horse snorting. Fire and a horse. There was only reason for those two things to be found together: someone had made a camp nearby. It could be nothing. It could be the clue they were looking for too.

Shaamah held back, letting the two Krokarans go forth first. Some darker part of Elias was suspicious of the reasoning behind as much. The two traitors that had come to Krokar had betrayed and led an attack against the pack and its neighbor all because of him. Nikolas had lost his life because of their beef with Shaamah. Did the man feel any grief for the lives that were lost because of his past coming after him? Did he want the two Krokarans to go first in the off chance that they could be used as cannon fodder should there need to be a reason to retreat?

It was a mindset that the Cartel would have been proud of, but one, for the Krokaran, that was shameful. It was clear that the Sapien’s large, hulking size would give them away instantly if he were to move in tandem with them. The more tactical approach would have been to send the smaller Elias and Elle out to scope things out. Of course…

Elias nodded sharply to Shaamah’s soundless command, crouching low and taking to the thinning cover of the increasingly mountainous terrain they had come upon. His rose ears were pricked forward as he moved stealthily from cover to cover. Some deep, tucked away memory was brought forward, and he felt an odd sense of déjà vu, only his role to be reversed. To his side, the young Cormier spoke. “I hope so,” he answered just as softly. It would make their mission a very worthwhile one.

The sounds of the fire grew louder and there was a rumble from a horse. When they came close enough, the coydog motioned for Elle to stop and stay still. He crouched down and placed his head close to the ground so that he could see from beneath a thick, snow-covered bush. Peering through the less-dense part of the shrub, he could see most of the small campsite.

There appeared to be three Luperci; one was sleeping in a bedroll close to the fire, one leaned up against a fallen log and was in the midst of sharping a knife, the last sat on a rucksack and idly rolled a skewered squirrel-on-a-stick in the fire. The two that were awake were male from their musculature and broader facial features. None of them appeared to be related, as their appearances all seemed to range too greatly from one another.

They could have simply been a group of Loners with how plain and inconspicuous they looked, however…

“How much longer do we have to stay out here?” The one cooking their sorry excuse for a meal asked.

“Until we meet our quota, Miro,” growled the one with the knife.

“Yeah, but, we’ll never find it up here on this godforsaken rock, Kile,” the male called Miro pointed out irritably.

Elias looked up to Elle. Their talk was suspicious enough that the Blueridge thought a confrontation was necessary. Quota? The ex-Cartel member knew what that word meant all too well. He placed his head back towards his spy hole once again, wanting to get another look at the makeshift campsite before they headed back to Shaamah. However, as his head became level with the ground again and his periwinkle eyes stared out, he found the sleeping one awake…

And their eyes were staring directly at him.

“Intruders!” The male screamed, trying to get out of his warm bedroll as fast as he could.

Kile and Miro both stopped what they were doing immediately, their once lax stances straight and alert as they moved to grab their weaponry.

Goddamnit.

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