[M] You brought it upon yourself.

- Brocade

POSTED: Fri Dec 07, 2018 11:25 am

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

OCC: Cavalleria job challenge. I hope this is alright :D

Clouds of vapour rose to the heavens with every breath, white reaching for a white sky. The land itself was also white, claimed by a blanket of pure undisturbed snow. As one who had lived through many winters, Kaeli was largely unmoved by the beauty that came with the colder season. It was a treacherous time, one of many challenges to their survival as individuals and as a group, concealed beneath the pleasing aesthetic and endearing celebrations. Many would starve to death while others would freeze alone in the wilderness, but not the Kingdom – not her.

Eyes that were accustomed to darkness suffered from the brightness, requiring several minutes to adapt before she was able to continue with her preparations for the day. She moved in silence, readying her mount and gear under the watchful eyes of her ravens. The cold made them sluggish, unwilling to abide their Mistress’ command unless a fleshy price was offered in exchange. For this purpose the old warrior flaunted a bundle of bloody meat strips in front of them, tossing a piece at each of them to bait them into action before putting away the rest. The promise of more bloody prices was enough to send them flapping toward the tree tops, and the wolf let out a soft purr of approval before mounting her steed and setting off in the direction of the borders.

She rode hard through the snowy fields, revelling in the boost of adrenaline provoked by her mount’s vitality and strength. For just a moment she felt young despite her years, proud and powerful as she had been during the prime of her life. Her vigor hadn’t left her yet, but age was still a hindrance that only made itself more present with every passing day. Because of this she treasured the respite brought by exhilaration and inadvertently started to become addicted to the thrill of her profession. How bad she ached for a true fight.

Closer to the edge of Salsola’s claimed lands she slowed her horse down to a trot. Coursing through obstacles hidden by snow she fell on a familiar route that followed the Pictou River upstream and veered to the West to follow the Northern border. She was only performing her routinary patrol on a day that promised to be uneventful like many other. It wasn’t until she had passed the Grotto –many hours later– that she came across something unusual, something exciting for a change.

She dismounted next to the trail of disturbed snow to have a better look. The erratic patterns had been made by a canine’s paws, and judging by the definition of their shapes they were no more than a couple of hours old. She followed the track deeper into Salsolan territory. It went on for about twenty meters before it turned around and returned to the border. This pattern was repeated several times before the footprints finally led away from marked territory, though it seemed the trespasser had chosen to leave a present before leaving. The stench of urine and feces made Kaeli wrinkle her nose in disgust, not from the scent but for the meaning of such a disrespectful offense. Such an insult wouldn’t go unpunished.
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POSTED: Sun Dec 16, 2018 4:07 am

Brocade did not know Marrgerd as well as he should have – there were horses here that were important to the history of Salsola. Hyacinth had tried to explain to him once the characteristics of a Pauson horse, a breed that had come from Salvia’s reign upon the throne. They were dark animals with pale manes – thick necks and feathered feet. Brocade could sometimes pick them out of the herd that wandered the uncovered paddocks, but none were so easy to spot as Tonnerre.

The war-horse’s markings made him easy to spot against the snow, and as Brocade came upon the fence-line he whistled sharply – patting the saddle slung over his shoulder so that the metal pieces jangled together loudly. <”Come on old boy!”> He shouted, twitching his ears at the far off whinny that rolled towards him. Tonnerres thick chest cut through the snow drifts easily, and pieces of ice clung to his forelocks as he galloped eagerly toward his master.

Brocade spent time circling the horse and inspecting him for injury – patting his shoulders and checking his hooves before tossing the saddle across his broad back.

They patrolled as they always did – the Soldier kneeing the horse through the dark wood with a spear strapped to his side. Tonnerre followed the paths that were familiar to them – though as always diverted away from the rocky ledge that dropped to a cliff far below. There were memories there that could be dredged up like silt – and Brocade sought to keep them deeply hidden, deeply forgotten.

He dreamt sometimes of the boy he had run to his death – but it was a memory that haunted him when he was too tired to fight the grief that washed over him.

The horse snorted, and Brocade glanced in the direction of the other horse who stood through the trees. He recognized the scent of Kaeli Blacksun, a warrior woman with acidic colored eyes. He frowned, leaning so that he could prop his elbows upon the horn of his saddle.

Had he danced with her at The Last Supper? Had he-

Something about her was familiar – it brought back a bottle of Sapient drink and a giggling Kamari.

He cleared his throat and called out to her, ”Confidant!” He pressed Tonnerre on through the bushes and grinned at the Shieldmaiden, ”I haven't seen you since the Last Supper.” He wrinkled his nose - "Dieux, what an awful smell."

it took EVERYTHING IN ME not to make a poo joke. Broc comes upon her: Hi gurl - omg is this a bad time?! did you just... omg... here is a leaf for you. *Kaeli fumes and destroys him*

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POSTED: Tue Dec 18, 2018 4:45 pm

She turned away from the filth and gazed toward the wilderness, assessing her options instead of rushing into action like she would have during her youth. The sound of someone’s approach stole her attention, and as her eyes came upon the familiar visage of Brocade the severity of her expression softened. ”Director.”

The man was little more than an acquaintance, perhaps a partner given they pursued the same career. Despite the lack of closeness in their relationship she appreciated the man for his skill and ambition. It was refreshing truly to see someone within the Sotto Capo who didn’t deal with the occult and other cheap manipulation tricks to move the masses. He was a respectable man and thus she was willing to change her otherwise indifferent demeanour to return his grin with a small smile of her own.

”I have spent a lot of time in the woods, trying to keep our stocks filled with fresh meat.” She admitted, shielding herself behind an innocent façade to avoid addressing the events that took place during the Last Supper. Her night hadn’t ended as sweetly as his. ”I guess it has just been ill luck that we haven’t chanced upon each other at the arena.”

Her eyes went back to the ‘present’ at the borders and the cooling trail that led away from their home. ”Someone saw fit to make such a mockery of our borders.” She paused for a moment to eye Brocade’s spear. ”Say – would you care to join me for a little while? I was planning to show the culprit what Salsola does to anyone that breaks the law.” And she smiled again but this time the gesture was sharper than before, a little more dangerous.

She proceeded to mount up, her steed snorting at the presence of another stallion. She held the reins firmly and patted the horse’s side, reminding the beast to control his temper. Before moving on she lifted her maw and produced a call in-between a howl and a yap. From above descended one of her ravens who perched in her shoulder and directed a quizzical look toward the scarred Director. She whispered a couple simple commands for the bird in low-speech, receiving a series of soft clicks in response before it took off. ”My ravens will tell us if we are coming close to our objective.” It still pained her that where there had been three only two feathered scouts remained. One had parted with a message and hadn’t returned with the reply.
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POSTED: Sun Jan 06, 2019 6:27 pm

As much as Brocade had joked about the Confidant at The Last Supper there was something impressive about the woman who sat astride her horse. There were flecks of grey laced with the dark mask of fur that lay across her face, but her eyes were to stalwartly green that they glowed as if from within. Her long hair lay bound across one shoulder, and he assessed her weapons quietly – canting his head and making a chuffing sound in his throat which demonstrated his approval.

She smiled as he rode toward her and he offered a grin in return, patting the thick neck of his horse as they came upon one another.

”I suppose so,” He shrugged a scarred shoulder and allowed his hands to rest across the pummel of his saddle, ”We should change that.” As a potential member of the Shield Brocade wanted to make a point to ensure that those that showed eager promise, or in the case experience were brought into the fold early so as not to be stolen by another factions path. He had tried to have Symre find herself within The Shield. He had offered to teach her the weapon of her choice, or to allow her to ride Tonnerre – but she had instead sequestered herself to her room and dedicated herself to other pursuits.

She traded items in the great beyond of Salsola, and it was evident that something unseemly had begun in the room at the top of the stairs.

Brocade asked no questions and allowed her to come and go as she pleased.

The horses made low sounds at one another. Tonnerres tail twitched as the wind picked up, carrying the scent of the stranger toward them. He bared his teeth, snarling softly as he replied to Kaeli, ”Let’s find them.” He grunted, spinning his feather-hoofed horse so that he stood alongside the Shieldmaiden, and together they set off through the trees. The horses hooves crackled against the frost, the shaft of Brocades spear bouncing softly against the leather of his saddle.

The bird that landed on her shoulder reminded him of Morgana. The raven made a snapping sound with its beak as it communicated with its master, and Brocade couldn’t help but flick his ears toward them to listen to the way that they spoke. Brocade had no companion – save for Adelia, but she was a remnant left over from the time that his sister Hyacinth had been in Salsola. For some reason the little cat had refused to leave with her – but Brocade suspected that perhaps Hyacinth had left her behind just for him.

The thought had him wanting to roll his eyes.

When the bird took off he nodded his head, ”A useful bird – how did you train him?”

:D

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POSTED: Sun Jan 20, 2019 12:07 pm

The Director’s good disposition pleased greatly and a content smile settled over her lips even as they rode toward an unknown enemy. The opportunity to impress the head of the Shield tier was one she wouldn’t let pass. When he voiced out his curiosity about her winged companions she was ready to share what she hadn’t revealed to another before.

”My mother hatched him along with several others. Birds imprint with whatever creature they see upon opening their eyes for the first time so mine have grown more accustomed to luperci than their own kind.” She shunned the nostalgic thoughts that threatened to sneak into her headspace and instead focused in her explanation, taking a small pause to remember the process she had witnessed and carried on many years before. ”They are really intelligent creatures so they understand a command well enough even if you don’t speak their particular dialect. To get them to do what you want you have to bribe them. Fresh meat works best since they don’t taste it often in the wild.”

As they moved away from Salsolan territory her posture changed, more tense and alert even as they carried on their conversation. The terrain began a slow ascent as they neared the skirts of the Halcyon Mountains. The scent of the perpetrator began to intensify and mingle with the essence of other two luperci, hybrids from what she could tell. ”There is more than one.” She stated plainly, knowing Brocade probably had noticed the same thing. She loosened her sword on its scabbard and kept a hand on the pummel. The inclination on the terrain became more pronounced as they went and the disadvantage of their position brought her to a halt. She lifted her hand to request the Director paused as-well and after a pregnant pause the call of her winged scout echoed from ahead.

”He found them, they are up that slope.” A moment later came a series of caws, three in total. ”Three enemies. We are at a disadvantage here, let’s try to circle around, charge them from the side.” She knew that he as a high ranked member could offer an alternative and so waited for him to agree or decline before moving on.

The wind favoured them and with a wide detour they managed to conceal their presence and that of their mounts until they were in position. She heard them ahead, laughing, cursing and shouting at each other. These were no warriors, no Boreas wolves nor any kind of militaristic group. She tasted the stench of alcohol in the air and her maw parted in a silent growl. Her eyes darted over at Brocade as she unsheathed her weapon, the long blade shining brightly where the Winter sun touched it.

It was his right to command the attack and so she waited for his signal, and she nodded to convey that she was ready for the assault. Beyond laid the camp, if you could call it that. A bundle of pelts shoved inside a cavity formed by the roots of a large tree and a death campfire where the only commodities the three mutts had managed in their short stay. They were dishevelled creatures, mixtures of dog and coyote, all male – unfortunate souls who had fallen prey to misery and found solace only in inebriation and their own folly. They would have managed until Spring if their recklessness hadn’t led them to the edges of the Thistle Kingdom. Salsola had a nasty reputation to uphold and these mutts would soon learn why those who heed the warnings live longer lives.
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POSTED: Sat Jan 26, 2019 10:02 pm

Birds seemed to be something that Brocade had begun encountering more and more within the Kingdom. They were attached to the arms of the Salsolan Noblity in a way that had never occurred to him – for gypsies were a people who put their stock in horses; animals that could accomplish great distances in their effort to wander and seek out more territory. Kaeli’s Ravens were inky black, their feathers preened and oily looking as they swooped away from the womans shoulders.

The sound of its wings punctuated their descent into the trees, and Brocade couldn’t help but compare the animals to Morganas red-tailed hawk. Though he was no spy there was a certain wonderment that came with imagining having the animals report back about their views – the vantage point lending itself to the Shield Tier. He made a mental note to ask Kamari – for the woman was their Shadow.

Kaeli gestured up the slope as their horses snorted at one another, and Brocade nodded sternly – angling his head to inhale sharply at the breeze which ran between them. The border was a curious one, for though The Kingdom was secretive and most members rarely left the territory – it seemed that Outsiders were regularly drawn to the Pictou or the to edges of the Kingdom that butted up against the mountains.

Traps were routinely set up in places that drew the most attention – but with no elected trap maker it was a difficult thing to keep up.

The horses picked up their pace as they decided upon their path up the slope, their heavy hooves making shifting sounds against the snow. Tonneres saddle creaked as Brocade adjusted his weight, glancing over his shoulder towards the older woman with a strict nod of his head. They would need to be careful if they were going to chase off a trio of luperci from their winding border.

He grunted, shifting his grip on the reigns as he considered their approach.

From their position they could make out the cacophony of sounds that came from overconfident brutes circled about their camp – laughing and barking against the canopy of trees. The scent of them were tainted with drink, and Brocade brought the winter air in over his tongue, clicking his teeth as he pulled his spear from his horses saddle.

The mongrels were thin – with patchy fur and yellowed teeth.

”We rush them.” He whispered, twitching his tattered ears as he leaned over Tonnerres thick neck, ”If they run so be it – otherwise we leave them with marks that remind them never to come back.”

He gestured with his muzzle and pointed with a long clawed finger – they would charge them from either side from horseback.

The Director waited only a moment before kneeing Tonnerre forward, the mighty horses thick chest powering through the forest brush, his muzzle parted as he trumpeted a warning at his masters beckoning. The spear angled towards the first Mongrel Brocade could find, and as the horse reared, pumping his hooves and lashing out with his teeth.

:D

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POSTED: Sat Feb 02, 2019 3:57 pm

She found weird how even a man who clearly had lived through many wars could still show mercy for the offenders of the Kingdom. Kaeli had observed a likewise moral from other members of his generation, making her believe it was a fault of the young who somehow had let go of Salsola’s brutal past. You could call her old-school, but the aged warrior believed a fearsome reputation would always be better than a record of kindness. What good did being righteous do for Kroakar, Sapient and New Dawn? All that was left of them were ruins and broken souls, forced to take to a less virtuous lifestyle now that their world had collapsed in on itself.

The green eyed wolfess just nodded in feigned agreeance. She had no intention of allowing the scoundrels to flee, else they would gather again in the city and spread word of the mockery they had made of the Kingdom’s scouts, their survival standing as an account of Salsola’s weakness. She however didn’t wish to enrage the Director and hoped beyond hope that she would have an excuse for her savage actions.

They charged forward, the hooves of both stallions producing a thunder that announced their approach. It was too late for the Outsiders, even if they noticed the danger through their intoxication, they could only surrender or fight, and it seemed they were dumb enough to choose the later.

Two mutts darted toward them before the riders made it to the edge of the camp. These individuals carried primitive looking weapons, a staff and a stone axe, and they wielded them ferociously as if they were their ticket to victory. ”Get the damned horses! It seemed they weren’t completely brainless after all. The staff-wielding man went for Kaeli, aiming his stick toward her mount as the distance between them closed.

There was no hesitation in her as she turned her mount to the side and drove her sword down onto the man’s shoulder. From the corner of her eye she saw the axeman launching himself toward Tonerre. Brocade would manage on his own, his spear gave him the advantage from horse back. Her own enemy wailed in agony as it clutched its injury and fell to the ground. Her sword had split his shoulder blade and fresh blood poured from the gaping wound dangerously quickly. He wouldn’t recover from it.

Her ears picked up the sound of curses and profanities being shouted ahead, and she kicked her mount into motion to break into the camp and intercept the third outsider. Another mongrel, eyes wide and teeth bared with evident fear. A wood and stone club clutched in its hands.

She dismounted and inched closer, the tip of her sword held low as thick drops of blood slid lazily down the edge. Her approach was a dare. Nervous eyes shifted between her domineering form and her pacing steed. Insults and threats started flying from the mutt’s mouth but none registered. Kaeli stalked forward in predatory fashion, a growl building up in her throat as she did.

Animals when cornered would lash out in a last attempt to save their lives. The Confidiant knew this and was ready when the stone head of the mace went flying toward her torso. She stepped away so the weapon bounced off her shoulder, strong enough to hurt but not enough to do significant damage. Taking advantage of the momentum of his swing she stepped in, driving the tip of her bastard sword up and pushing until it buried deep into the outsider’s bowels. The sound that the man made was somewhere between a whimper and a wheeze as he staggered in his feet and fell back into the snow.

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Feel free to have Brocade questioning her about practically murdering them poor drunk boys. Also I'll tag this M in case it is too explicit.
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POSTED: Sun Feb 10, 2019 9:38 pm

Many members of Salsola had begun their lives as Outsiders. It was a fact that many in the Kingdom did not seem to consider once they pledged their loyalty to the darkling Queen – but Brocade felt it in the darkness that washed over him before sleep, or in the way that some of the Nobility could trace their lineage back to the founders of their great Kingdom. New blood was required for the pack to continue to grow, and despite the fact that loners were chased off with bared teeth there was always the potential for a skilled wolf to join their ranks – as a servant or a lowly Associate.

As their horses kicked up snow in their pursuit of the trespassers Brocade watched them carefully, the spear twisting against the palm of his hands as the dog threw back his head and yowled ferally at the sight of them. He pulled Tonnerre so that the hulking horse blocked the way for the dog, who shouted for the horses – and Brocade sliced the mutts arm with the tip of his spear as he attempted to barrel his way through. He tapped the horse and dismounted, ”Watch them.”

The command was sharp, and Brocade dropped like a stone from the animals back. He landed mid stride, pulling the spear up over his shoulder so that when he drove it through the dog it was slick and silent as the wind.

Blood beaded like rubies against the spear point, and the dog opened his mouth as if to speak – the glistening of his eyes glassy with intoxicated fear.

It was in moments like this that the Solider in Brocade came through and he trapped himself in a stoic calm that washed over him like snow. He drove the spear deeper, ignoring the whistling in his ears and the nattering that began somewhere around his toes –

You’ve done this before. You’ve done this before.

He roared defiantly and with a snap of his hands broke the mans neck and watched as he crumpled limply in the snow.

Blood stained both of his hands, and Brocade turned to Kaeli and rumbled as he saw the gore that stained the snow. Electricity crackled through his body, and in the absence of their fighting sounds the camp upon which they stood was perfectly silent. He could hear the muffled rhythm of snow fall and the crunch of frost as Tonnerre angled himself to watch his master.

These dogs would never have survived amongst the wolves and sharp teeth of Salsola.

Brocade took a step toward the woman with the sword which dripped blood - Drip. Drip. And finally cleared his throat with a pant, "Good work Blacksun." He pulled a rag from his hip and ran it over the spear, "We should burn them."

:D WHOOPS I MURDERED TOO

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POSTED: Wed Feb 20, 2019 11:10 am

It was the fate of those who chose warfare as their profession to be well acquaintance with death and blood. Performing murder could prove taxing for the untampered mind or excessively rewarding for those with sick inclinations. Kaeli didn’t relish on the suffering of others, the art of killing was a means to an end, her satisfaction rooting only from the ability to outlive a foe of similar skill. Offing weaker individuals was only a matter of self-preservation, ridding herself from the threat of the desperate and starved. It was the natural order of things, only the fittest survived.

Many didn’t see things this way, too touched by the notion of civility to acknowledge the fact that they were all still very much animals. Morality as well as religion was human invention. Why couldn’t they be allowed to face the same oblivion of their creators? Guess nothing can be perfect in such an unforgiving world, at least those imperfections provided their small lives with a touch of entertainment.

Her eyes lingered on the form of the unmoving body, watching silently as the growing pool of blood melted away the snow. Another nameless face to remember, a soul that died while she endured and lived on.

Brocade’s voice snapped her out from her contemplations and with a blank, almost placid expression she turned to look at him, the heaving of her chest and the splatters across her arms being the only accountants of the murder she had just committed. ”Half-starved ruffians hardly make for good sport.” A playful twinkle played in her eyes as she spoke, her mouth curling ever so slightly in to a contained smile.

”Are you sure? With this snow it will be hard to gather enough dry kindle for three bodies.” Besides the Outsiders didn’t feel worthy of a crematory pyre such as the ones produced to bid farewell to Salsola’s deceased elite. ”We are far enough from the borders. Let’s leave them as a warning for other troublemakers.” Threats could only get you so far, but there was no better warning than that which showed the consequences of ignoring it. The Kingdom had always been looked at as a dark and cruel place, why not play on it?
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POSTED: Fri Mar 08, 2019 10:11 pm

”You’re right.” Brocade was huffing slightly through his teeth, wiping blood from his spear with a rag that quickly reddened with each swipe of his arm. His eyes were still glassy with adrenaline and occasionally his hand trembled with unspent energy. As members of The Shield they were expected to defend The Kingdom from intruders, though within their group there were differing opinion on how to deal with Outsiders. Brocade believed that messages were to be sent, that Loners needed to understand that their borders were non-negotiable.

There would be times for being diplomatic – but he was no Ambassador.

Blood speckled the pale gold of her shoulders and disappeared into the inky black of her fur. Both horses drew deep breaths, filling the cold air with the sound of their recovery. ”My excitement gets the better of me,” He drew a long breath and angled his spear to inspect its end, ”Outsiders will know to stay away – burned bodies or not.” He grinned suddenly, spinning the now clean spear so that it bounced atop his shoulder.

A laugh escaped him as he wiped droplets of blood from his muzzle, ”A fight is a fight.”

He offered the rag to the Blacksun with a dip of his head, ”Where did you learn to wield a sword? You should consider joining The Shield.”

:D WHOOPS I MURDERED TOO

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