M - Better ash than dust

- Wrath

POSTED: Sat Nov 25, 2017 11:47 pm

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Greed Lykoi
Refusing humanity, does not reward morality.
Hope's not dead, so we'll forever scream,
until it's deafening.

Again, Wrath had been called to duty by those he swore to protect. When the mission was much to large for the silvery behemoth to safely handle on his own, he called upon his brother to utilize his mind. Greed never denied Wrath the luxury of the ideas his mind could conjure, especially when his brother's safety was at stake. The merchants were afraid to leave their posts to travel with a group of overzealous thugs hunting upon them like simple prey. This was why Wrath offered his time, muscle, and skill to the merchants, so that they could do their business without fear. Things had been peaceful ever since Greed reclaimed his reputation and Wrath returned to protect them, but things could never remain that way. Now that the Twlight king was on better terms with the traders, he too, offered his time and skill to protect them. He gained beautiful armor, weapons, and other luxuries by doing this and that left him with less desire to get his treasures in a less undesirable fashion.

Greed strapped Enenra and Onyro onto his person, after donning several dark pieces of armor. He wore a leather chest piece, stained a dark brown, nearly black, and matching leg and arm guards. Beneath he wore his usual drop crotch pants and a jacket to keep himself insulated. Attached his chest, was a maroon cloak that draped over his shoulders and down his back. It had a hood which would help to hide the metallic glow of his eyes reflecting against the moonlight, to assure his enemy didn't see him. Greed hid both his and his brother's scent with a concoction of earthy tones, such a smoke and bark, so that the enemy would not retaliate against the pack. Greed would never make that mistake again. Once the brothers were geared up and ready to go, they mounted their steeds and made their way to the trader's main camp where they got the intel they needed. Alphonse proved to be useful for more than witty banter, informing them that in the thugs' over excitement, one of the other traders heard they were held up in a cave and shouldn't be hard to find.

The lithe umber prince dismounted Aithon who would remain at the trader's main camp. He spooked much too easily to accompany he and Wrath to the enemy's stronghold. One day, Greed would have to turn him into a proper war horse. For now, he would help his brother bring peace back to the traders and set an example for all that wished to join the Keshi on missions like these. Thank you Alphonse, you handsome woman of a man. Greed teased, sharing a manly embrace with the man, placing a firm hand on his shoulder and Alphonse did the same. Get out of here String Bean, you've got a job to do. Alphonse turned to Wrath, an austere disposition falling about his features. Greed released him, and huffed gently. Don't worry Alphonse. I'll bring him back in one piece. That's what I'm here for. I promise you, my plan won't fail. He would need to get a closer look at what they were working with, but he had brought necessary supplies for multiple scenarios all stashed away in a bag he now wore on his back. Let's head out Wrath, who knows how long it'll take to get there but I doubt it's far. These creeps don't sound very smart.

With that, Greed gave Alphonse a swift pat on the back and strode off. If the trader and Wrath had some words to exchange, they could do so and Wrath could easily catch up to his brother. Bottles clanged together in Greed's bag, which he quickly knelt down to fix by wedging rags in between them to silence their impact on each other. He really hoped he got to utilize this awesome tool his good friend Maelyx provided him. A smirk befell Greed's lips as he stood and shook the bag, making sure not a sound came from it. When it was confident, he threw it back over his shoulders again, turning to walk off into the night.

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A candle had begun to flicker, arm hues dashing about the enclosed space. Pale digits gripped onto a wooden box, this box had burned into it two dragons encircling the heaven's seal that all the sin children bore upon their tainted forms. The latch flipped open clinking against itself. The hinges yowled as the lid was wrenched open to reveal a small black book. Hues of orange glistened the stained wood and isolated the leather-bound literature from its surroundings. On first glance, it was an ordinary journal but with the cover peeled away a secret was revealed. Bound in leather were names, names of men and women that would all one day die.

Line after line, names were crossed out. Each injustice met with punishment. Lone pests were easy but when they bundled together, then they became a threat. Alphonse had been one of several merchants targetted during Wrath's expedition to the land of knights and light. It had seemed that they disappeared until a recent hit followed the same trends, the same culprits as previously mentioned. Several descriptors though were new, perhaps some had changed since their last heist or perhaps they were new members. Wrath had to be ready for the latter, one mistake was all it took. One mistake could get himself and any potential hostages killed in the process. No, he couldn't do this alone.

Greed was the answer.

A former bandit, the silver-tongued child of sin had reformed. Today the very man that he had once robbed was one of his clients. Luckily, it had seemed the grudge had been forgotten in the midst of an old flame being revived. Wrath watched the pair exchange atop of Excalibur, the warrior noting the uncharacteristically strict manner in which Al had taken to this operation. It took several moments, several wasted moments of prolonged goodbyes to head out. Once mounted, the duo could discuss further. "If they are the same vermin that had struck while I was gone then they must've grown or changed their style." Step by step they followed the landmarks mentioned by the merchant. "Hopefully, there are no civilians in their hideout...then things will get a bit more complicated." Wrath glanced over at his brother as they neared the last marker.

A mound of stone, a maw of a beast rolled over the hill. It was clear now that they weren't in any fancy castle nor held up in a hut. These rats had taken to the dark dwelling of a cave to hide from the light. Wrath halted his forward progress, golden gems examining the structure. "Any suggestions?" The war beast glanced back at his sibling hoping that gorgeous mind had already formulated a plan.
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POSTED: Wed Dec 06, 2017 11:35 pm

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.

Greed Lykoi
Refusing humanity, does not reward morality.
Hope's not dead, so we'll forever scream,
until it's deafening.

There were no words exchanged between his brother and Alphonse before the duo head out. It was a silent show of trust between the trader and their protector. Greed understood that, and so they began their short journey to the enemy's lair. Like Al had said, it was easy enough to find. Like most other normal thugs, these ones had failed to mask their scent the way the brothers had. They were foolish to think they could keep getting away with this if they didn't adapt new tactics. Greed huffed to himself, with a smirk on his maw as he rode atop the giant gray steed behind his brother. Overconfident as always, Greed had no doubt that they would be victorious tonight, even if the group did have some hostages.

Hostages or not, this will be cake. These guys added to their numbers because they are afraid and too stupid to function as individuals. As predicted, it didn't take long to reach their hideout based on vague markers the traders gave them. They would have found it regardless. Greed dismounted quietly and pulled his hood over his head. Ears pressed forward intently as amber orbs gazed over at the enemy's rocky dwelling. The blaze of a fire pit caused a warm glow to radiate out through the mouth of the cave, and he could see the same glow to the right of the cave as well. It seemed their lair had multiple entrances which would only make this even easier. Eyes narrowed and then shifted towards Wrath as he questioned. Oh yes. He answered before taking a breath to focus himself completely.

First, I'm going to take a closer look. There's two entrances to their cave. My plan rests on if they have hostages. I have an idea though. Greed said as he set his bag down. The muffled sound of the bottles clanking against each other radiated from it. Be right back. The umber sin said before disappearing into the blackness that surrounded the cave. He made sure to keep his head down and eyes on the forest floor. If even one of them glanced in his direction while he looked in theirs, they would see the glare of his nocturnal gaze reflecting on the moonlight. His paws were silent, pressing against layers of damp dead leaves that had lost their blistering crackle when walked upon. When he reached the cave, he scaled along it's side to the side entrance which was much taller and narrower than the main one. The assassin peaked around the wall to observe the activity inside. They had hostages.

Around the fire pit sat six individuals, including two monstrous luperci comparable in size to his own brother. Two were his size but also heavily muscled. Then there were two women that, by his standards, were not edible even if picked straight from the tree. Greed pulled a lip back in distaste. Off to the side were two other luperci, a male and a female, tied back to back. The woman was facing him, eyes widening as she caught glimpse of one of her two saviors. Greed lifted a finger two his maw to signal her to be quiet, and soon her eyes shifted towards the male closest to her which caught the look in her eyes. The mug that he had lifted to his maw was lowered and his free hand was sent hurdling in her direction. You're supposed to save that look for our special time. He spoke in a heavily accented voice, Russian maybe? The woman had yelped and jerked in the opposite direction of his hand, only glancing back up at Greed briefly before the defeat returned to her features.

With that, Greed quickly made his way back to Wrath. They do have hostages. There's six of them, but I do have a plan. It's a little risky, but if we are smart it'll work perfectly. Greed wanted to see that blazing determination in his brother's sunny gems before he revealed his plan.

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POSTED: Wed Dec 06, 2017 11:54 pm

The men they were after had numerous descriptors lately but one thing remained constant. Two old hags, each with a thick rustic scent of rotten fruit and death. The traders attacked feared that they were reapers whose touch would suck the life from their body only to be returned to whatever after life awaited them. It appeared that those hags had brought some muscle with them after one of the traders reported having stabbed one and escaped. Those witches had gotten two behemoths for their excursions.

Those behemoths had been told to have a metallic scent similar to blood. Most traders attacked during their arrival were unable to understand their attackers aside from the hisses of the elderly that slipped out to speak of horrid things. Wrath opened his black book noting the most recent change. Two more that appeared to hold the speed the Giants lacked. Wrath snarled at this realization. Those she-devils were building up a syndicate. A simple cut could break out into a lethal infection if left untreated. This wound was long overdo for a cleaning.

"Report?" A simple request that garnered an unsettling result. There were rumors that they began dabbling in trafficking. It appears that those rumors were true, this would complicate things. "Six, then they really did build up forces. Go on tell your idea." The clanking of bottles he had heard earlier worried the giant somewhat but at this point they needed to do whatever they could.
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POSTED: Thu Dec 07, 2017 12:29 am

Greed huffed in dissatisfaction when Wrath simply demanded a report, lacking the determination the umber sin had been expecting. Just because this was a mission didn't mean he had to be so damn serious. With a sigh, Greed gave his brother the report he required. Even when Greed mentioned he had an idea Wrath lacked the excitement expected. There was no point in telling him to lighten up as Wrath was always much too serious in times like this and took offence to being told to do so. Greed could just hear his voice booming in his head, "There's hostages, that means no time to mess around.", or something in the way of that. The earthen charmer really didn't need a lecture right now and so he kept his suggestions to himself.

Well, since there's two exits we should block one off, forcing them out the other. I'm thinking, Molotov. A wide grin spread across Greed's maw. He was much too excited to be able to use their new weapon in a real wold situation as opposed to punishing rocks in Anathema. The fire will cause panic and inevitably, at least a couple with make a run for it. I can take care of the runners while you storm in take care of the rest. When I finish off the runners, I'll come release the hostages and help clean up. The fire will double as a distraction, hopefully leaving the hostages untouched. There were a few errors in his plan, but the enemies being held up in a cave did narrow their options drastically.

There was no way they could simply sneak in and snatch up the hostages, Greed not being strong enough to carry them both and Wrath lacking the proper stealth. OR, or. Wait. If you want to get the hostages out first, I can sneak around to the side entrance then throw a Molotov in the main entrance as a distraction. The runners will run, but I can down them quickly, then I'll enter while they're distracted and release the captives while you come in through the main entrance. The fire will die quick enough for you to enter so long as you don't step on the smaller fires. Wrath had options now and was welcome to tweak Greed's plan.
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POSTED: Thu Dec 07, 2017 12:41 am

War required a keen eye, an idea of your surroundings and what tools one had available. For Wrath that was molotovs, rope, Choronzon, and his brother. Those ingredients alone could catch up numerous plans but unfortunately the terrain made it impossible to set up a rope trap. Fortunately, the terrain could easily play into their favor with a bit of landscaping. Wrath's eyes stared ahead at the the cliffside as his brother spoke. Ears fidgeting with childish wonder at the mention of the molotovs.

Wrath grew a grin on his usually stoic features, eyes ignited with a jovial blood lust. Those hags were old, and women of their description were often brittle. "Greed, have you ever been interested in making a rock garden?" A pale digit pointed towards numerous loose and jagged rocks that were sprinkled around the entrance. "Perhaps we could move those in front of that exit so the runners will tumble to greet the hard jagged earth? Save us the trouble of hunting down any that get away." A fire had been ignited inside of Wrath. A flame of war.

"Hostages are top priority in this circumstance then once they're secure we'll clean up what's left inside. Hopefully you're right about the flames." Wrath retrieved his massive blade, marching towards the hideout. "Let's get started, shall we?"
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POSTED: Thu Dec 07, 2017 1:14 am

The mischief enveloped Wrath's features, a sign that he was ready for battle and just the affirmation Greed was searching for. His own grin widened, but his eyes narrowed in determination with a touch of amusement. Blazing amber orbs fallowed Wrath's finger to the cave's entrance. He immediately saw what Wrath meant by "rock garden" and he couldn't help but snicker. You know, I've never been much of a gardener, but I think I may have developed an interest. He joked, listening to the details of Wrath's plan. It was a good way to keep the runners from running, and with the cliff side not far off there was a chance gravity would help them out. There was also a slight incline to the hill leading towards the cliff, which would only make things easier.

The planets are aligning brother. Greed nodded when Wrath mentioned that hostages were a top priority. Of course, he should have never put that into question. First, Greed put together two Molotov cocktails, and then took a torch from his bag. He'd have to light them when he was closer. Alright. Then, I will place the Molotov inside the cave, perfectly. They will run like sheep. Greed mused as they approached the cave silently. This was when those lessons Greed gave Wrath on stealth came in handy. Hopefully he remembered what he learned. Greed knew Wrath was never big on being sneaky and couldn't wait to get inside and in the middle of action. The two worked to place the rocks in their premier locations. The larger rocks were placed close to the exit, but not too close that they could be seen right away.

Smaller rocks were placed a bit farther out, as well as some more larger rocks to make sure the fall hurt. Both brothers remained silent, knowing that if they were to speak while this close to the group they would most definitely be discovered. When they were done, Greed simply signaled to Wrath so he would stay near the main entrance. Then, the assassin slipped around to the smaller entrance, the one that his brother most likely wouldn't fit through. Greed knelt and used flint to create a fire on his torch which he expertly placed against the outer wall of the cave. The smell of fire would be concealed by the thugs' own fire. Greed looked in one last time to plan where he would throw his Molotov and then carefully ignited it. He moved to the other side of the entrance to get a better angle, and then tossed it in.

His teeth gleamed in the fire of his torch casting a maniacal glow on his features, then, the fire erupted closest to him and the two larger thugs. Panic broke out in the cave, the old hags screeching in surprise as well as the captives who's muffled screams could barely be heard. Fire!! Fire!! How the fuck, which one of you!! One of the hags yelled, standing and cursing at the two larger men. The smaller males were already making a run for it, one of them grabbing the other hag who was in utter distress. Those three made a run for it, and Greed rushed inside, hoping Wrath would follow close behind.
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