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POSTED: Fri Dec 30, 2016 12:47 pm

This is a special event thread for the Boreas Conflict!

The process of tacking her horse was a well-rehearsed one. Salvia no longer required conscious thought to do it – she could set the blanket and saddle quickly, and then it was only a matter of working the girth and straps to where they felt right. Nacht, for the many years she had kept him, was so familiar to her touch that she could have tacked him in the dark. It helped, of course, that the stallion was exceptionally well-trained and lack the moodiness of his younger companion.

Being that the day was temperate and the sky was clear, the black horse would be fine enough on the trails. He was used to the weather in any case, and Salvia liked his height when snow was on the ground. She could see farther with the trees bare and all that white countering whatever it was she came across.

With hunting on her mind, she gathered her falcon and took the spear. She had not gone very far before finding a trail cut in the fresh powder and loosened the bird.

It was not long after that when the howling started.

At first she remained still, her ears pricked and her body tense. This voice was familiar, frightened – and a second, so distinct and recognizable as her husband that she felt an unfamiliar rush of panic in her chest.

Her echoed response lacked this.

I'm here, she bellowed. Help is coming.

Then the Boss turned her horse, called an order to the falcon, and spurred the former into a run towards the northern border.

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POSTED: Fri Dec 30, 2016 10:51 pm

Too excited~ had to reply! x3 [ 336 ]

A warm breath escaped the dark mare in a thick cloud which lingered in the chilly air for a moment before evaporating into nothingness, her hoofs crunching through the thin sheet of ice atop the fresh powder snow blanketing the marshland. In spite of the snow and the added weight of her rider her movement was unlabored and fluid, her long legs carrying her with meager effort through the wintery realm.

A gentle pull on her reins drew Midnight to a stop as red eyes rose skyward to the black eagle on the wing above. Jet had been ahead tracking prey for a while until something caught his eye and had him circle back to draw the attention of his master. Curious, the Jagermeister paused to give heed, his gloved arm extended to offer the massive bird a perch. Jet fluttered down and took a moment to settle himself before his feathers puffed in agitation. "Outsiders."

The eagle had long ago decided that all canines beyond the periphery of the Thistle Kingdom were Outsiders whether they hailed from the realm or not; all unfamiliar canines were unwelcome. Raising his arm to let the bird take flight, Scorpius took a mental note of Jet's observation but thought little of it and spurred his horse onward to resume tracking his prey. It was not long before the first cry rang out, startlingly familiar, and when the second unmistakable voice pierced the sky his hackles rose in alarm.

He had already set Midnight into a run by the time the Queen's call rose over the trees and he couldn't help the growl as it erupted from his throat, but he did not add his own chord to the chorus. There was no time for that, the Boss had already signaled that help was on the way, he just needed to get to them, to get to her; nothing else mattered. Midnight's hoofs thundered against the frozen earth and packed snow, hurriedly racing to the source of the distress call.





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POSTED: Sun Jan 01, 2017 10:28 pm

*rubs hands* I HAVE MISSED THIS BOY. Just to be clear: Rafael and his niece are part of the group returning from Portland. They have a mule and cart full of supplies in tow. They are part of the faction being ambushed. [312]


The danger had come without warning. This, they might have expected, for it was the nature of conflict to arise from the shadows and take advantage of the inattentive, but it was the proximity to the Salsolan borders that concerned the Warden. He had looked for danger in the long voyage across the seas, and in the confines of a hostile homeland, but he had not seen it there - not in the home he dreamed of every night, in the very soil his life had taken root.

"Uncle!" Through the alarmed howls he heard his niece's voice (and how like her aunt she sounded, his ears ringing with her familiar voice like they had so many ages ago); she had the reigns of the mule gathered in a rough ball in one hand and the other, a sword. "Uncle, we must go!"

"You go ahead of me," he told her, and resumed stringing his bow. "I will cover you."

She made an exasperated sound and tugged the reluctant creature forward. It brayed loudly as another arrow flew past and stuck itself into the cart. He pulled it out as the cart wheeled by, and examining the fletching only briefly (he noticed that it was not made of any familiar bird's feathers), he strung it and loosed at the first shape he saw running through the trees.

Their organization wasn't apparent to him yet, but with each missed arrow he began to anticipate their location. He kept an arrow nocked, and listened around the sounds of his niece and her struggle to pull along the frightened mule. There couldn't have been more than three or five by the timing of their shots, and they took cover behind the trees, only shooting as they passed. He walked with his back to the cart and waited for these openings, loosing his own when he saw them.


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POSTED: Tue Jan 03, 2017 7:31 pm

OOC: Sorry for the late, and also this post is lackluster, i apologize!! The next one will be better, mehopes. WC: 423

Till was not much of a scout, and this was why the man was a Watcher on the Old Wall. He was perfectly fine, and capable with finding a high perch to watch over the inner sanctions of Sasola with a bow and arrow notched and ready to show others exactly why Salsola was not an easy pack to mess with. It might have been lazier than being on the front lines, but Till was not much of a "front lines" kinda guy. He was swift in movement and he was a sharpshooter, ruthless and accurate in his shots, should he have the nerve to not have nerves. He was a hunter of creatures, but not of wolves. No, wolves were much too smart to be hunted so easily, and this was evident to him.

On this night, the eyes that matched the clear, moon-lit night had watched, while tall ears listened to the sounds of the night. Winter nights often were silent, only the occasional flapping of wings, or the squeak of a mouse being heard. Winter was Till's favorite time, and when it finally had come upon them, Till was excited to blend into his surroundings for once, for the man was of the color of winter, while his son was of spring. The winter made hunting and hiding much easier for the pale-faced man, and one could not blame him for the season being his favorite because of this.

He had begun to get bored, a hand long moved to hold up a drowsy head. The man's half-lidded eyes jolted open when his ears heard something alerting - a howl. He got to his feet immediately and a growl escaped his maw. The bellow was first from those returning to Salsola - the other from the Boss herself. There was radio silence after this, but knowing the pack, there had to be others on their way. Till turned towards the Ruins and called out to the pack, passing on the message to assemble outside the Wall, and to find Salvia before he jumped down from his perch and found himself grabbing at Maschine's reigns and riding him towards the calls in the night. Once he was mounted he sent out another howl on the wind, telling the others that he was on the way.

He was not the first on the scene, and he would not be the last, he was sure. With the eyes on the horizon, he was sure to never be truly alone.


TILL VAN ULRICH
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All I really ever wanted was for you to die in the arms of someone
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POSTED: Thu Jan 05, 2017 10:33 am

+300 Sorry I am late and that this post is not the best. They will be better later.

Weaver had been to the Outpost many times, though this time had chosen not to go. There were matters that needed preparing at home, things to look after, and other deals that he could make around this area. Having come across members of Sapient, he had been making some plans of his own. Still, he was aware of those who had made their way down to Portland and was eager to hear about the progress going on since he had not been able to go on this particular one. He would go soon enough, but for now he found other means to occupy his time.

The tawny man had made his way to the borders, eager to await those returning. His hands moved behind his back, pacing towards the location, but then something flowed into his ears. It was a howl. From the sound of it, not only was it coming from the Queen herself, but it sounded like this was a matter of urgency. If all the things to have happened while they were coming back. Still, it was his duty to answer this call. To ignore it would only make things worse.

As he made his way, more howls came out, one he recognized from his dear friend, Till. It seemed the monochrome male had also heard the call and was releasing more to grab the attention of anyone else that could lend their aid. There was no need for the Overseer to do the same, as he was more than certain there would be others already on their way. He was right of course. Scorpius and Rafael, along with someone he didn't recognize were all present when he came. Till was too. His ears moved around him, bracing himself for what would be coming to the rest of them. Arms rested at his side, moving over towards his hips. He was ready.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 09, 2017 8:22 pm

The attack had been sudden, and their assailants unknown. The spray of arrows, the fast rise to chaos, the shouts of alarm and direction that could have come from either side of conflict. Neith's first thoughts had not been to question whether Salsola had enemies, but rather, to wonder which among what must have been many would have the gall to actually strike against the Kingdom.

Neith panicked, being young and inexperienced with violent conflict, but he maintained himself by buttoning tight his lip and turning his ears towards his betters. He had nothing but faith (and a slight intimidation) in Stannis and Rafael both, and in their presence believed he had little to fear given their direction. Salsola was not far, and the call for back-up had been made; they needed only to keep moving.

An arrow buried itself in the cart after whistling between his arm and torso. Neith tried to blink away the spotting in his vision, brought on by the combination of headache and rapid blood pressure, and to the best of his ability he put himself between the women, Wretch and Lilia, and the careening arrows. His rapier was drawn, implying he knew how to use it, and he prayed that would be enough until help came.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 10, 2017 6:51 pm

For reference, the Boreas members present are Caiphas (on horseback), Tollack, Brita, Steinar (on horseback). Those on foot are likely to flee first -- all members of Boreas will escape with only minor injuries.

It some ways, Salvia was driven by nothing more than her own selfishness. She had desired stability, and seen that the only way to ensure this was by gaining power. If she was in control of her own life, of her little world, she could measure and direct the forces which influenced it. This had been a large part of what had made her into the woman she was, though Salsola's Law – by extension, her law – was unflappable. The defense of her people and her land would always come first, but oh, she felt an incredible possessiveness in regards to the man she looked for now.

Others were coming too – she heard Till's voice call twice, and though alone, she became aware of the presence of horses and riders somewhere behind her.

The falcon screamed overhead, and then she was upon them.

Stannis was on horseback, turning hard to avoid the arrows which were still flying at them. Daly was not a horse meant for battle; he was too big and too slow, and Salvia saw the whites of his eyes roll as he was force to remain instead of flee. She had allowed the gelding to stay with Blair while her father was away and be used for work, but now she sorely wondered if her husband might have been better off with a faster, more aggressive animal.

It did not matter. She flew to his side, barely noticing the others – a girl she did not recognize, a young man familiar but still unknown, her sister – and urged Nacht between her subordinates at the unknown assailants.

An arrow cut through the air close to her head. She snarled.

There! She pointed with her spear. In the trees she could make out two figures on foot further back, but became aware of at least two others on horseback, from the height at which their arrows came.

One of these figures shouted something, and one of the horses turned, as if meaning to flee.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 11, 2017 2:20 am

Oop! A bit long... yay SoSu~ xD Skip to the last paragraph if you wish! [ 690 ]

The ride north from Portland had been a slow but pleasant one. With the thick of winter and a cart laden with goods slowing them down she did not expect to reach Salsola proper with much haste – and in truth the apprehension of returning had her wishing the trip was longer – but they had made good time nonetheless. Though she brought her mare along with her Wretch had elected not to ride Gaia and instead had the massive grade horse tethered to the side of the cart to follow along, her reins within reach if need be. Trailing behind the cart on a short lead Amma did well with keeping up throughout the entirety of the long journey north but it was steadily becoming apparent that she was growing weary of the trip. They all were, but by the looks of things it would not be long before they were finally home.

The tall pines of the Blackwoods reaching up into the dismal grey winter sky were a welcome sight against the horizon as the periphery of the Thistle Kingdom came into view and everyone in the small traveling party seemed to perk up at the sight of it. Wretch straightened up a bit to look further ahead and smiled hopefully as she spotted movement in the trees just outside of the imaginary line that separated Salsola from the rest of the world. The figures darted in and out of sight and moved erratically, seemingly as if they did not want to be seen, and for a moment she simply stared, puzzled by their behavior. When a curious glance at Stannis first and then to Raphael revealed their apparent unease, she felt a sudden swell of worry run a chill down her spine.

The first arrow loosed whizzed by and missed everyone, though it caused Amma to bellow in dismay as it hit the dirt just behind the wooly creature. The next one zipped past Stannis and the following shot by Raphael and struck the cart, narrowly missing the luperci seated there. Startled, Wretch let out a cry and ducked down slightly as Stannis sent up a distress call loud and high into the chilly air, calling for aid beyond the borders to anyone who would hear. Frightened and unsure of what to do – and hardly capable of helping much anyways – Wretch did her best to simply keep from making things worse. She didn't know how many moments passed between Stannis's call and the reply from a vaguely familiar voice in the distance, but it was not long after that the thundering of hoofs brought her sister to their aid.

Salvia looked like something out of mythology riding in on her great black steed and only paces behind her another startlingly otherworldly creature was fast on the scene. Had she not already known who it was she would have been even more terrified by the pitch black Hellhound and his menacing red eyes, but this was a monster she knew, and his arrival was more calming than she had realized. Scorpius dismounted a comfortable distance away from the fray and a hard slap on her rump sent Midnight bolting for the safety of the Blackwoods as the Beast dropped to his fours and shifted into his hulking halfling form. Having been out hunting only moments prior he was not armed nor prepared for a conflict on two legs but in his most bestial form he was a living breathing weapon.

The Boss pointed her spear toward the enemy and it was all the motivation he needed to spring into action, powerful limbs propelling him forward with a sudden burst of pent up energy, launching the Beast in the direction of the assailants. He had no particular target in mind but aimed to do something, anything, to see to it that they did not escape, or at the very least not without sustaining some serious injury in the process. Snapping jaws and raking claws struck out as the crashed through the treeline where the luperci were last spotted, hoping to come away with any piece of the attackers he could find.





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POSTED: Tue Jan 17, 2017 1:41 pm

actions: Rafe hits Steinar in the shoulder but his armor keeps it from being a significant injury, Lilia is grazed by an arrow from Brita, Rafe hits Brita in the leg and then falls back with the cart. [472]


As another arrow shot past, Rafael turned to see Salvia riding up beside her husband, and she was a marvelous, terrifying sight to behold. She was not like the black beast that came charging on all fours, who was ferociously intimidating in his own right, but in her golden image was a primordial and bestial rage borne only from a past steeped in blood. It wasn't safety or relief he felt of their arrival, but a rejuvenating strength - an energizing power - that was wholly different from anything he had ever known.

Salvia's call alerted him to the location of their elusive foes. He swung his bow around, and spotting the mounted figure, released his arrow. A satisfying THOCK rang out as the shaft connected with their armored shoulder, though he knew it would not have bitten far into their flesh. He nocked another arrow and let it fly at a running figure with a cropped tail, and curled his lip when it missed their head by a foot. The figure turned and shot back at him, and though it whistled past, he heard Lilia hiss behind him.

Up until that moment, his heartbeat had been steady. A whiteness crept around his eyes, his ears, until in a rush all the sensation of the ongoing skirmish returned. He inhaled sharply, awakened from his fears.

When he whirled around, his niece was standing still and peeking at the blood creeping out of a deep gash on her arm. Lilia had a decidedly Salcedo grimness to her face - her jaw clenched tightly, a determined courage flaring in her violet eyes despite her inexperience. This was not the welcome she had been promised, but in a way, this was the welcome she had hoped for. She only examined the gash for a second longer, and then their eyes met. She suddenly ran to snatch the arrow from the earth, and then she tossed this back to him.

He caught it with a small laugh, unable to hide his relief. What would he or Salvador have done if Lilia was killed - again?

When the Warden turned back to the fray, he could tell their assailants were on the retreat. It was unnecessary to pursue them now when so many others had joined the commotion, and the caravan was gliding into safety.

He ran ahead anyway, fury rippling through his arms and his hands as he nocked the arrow that had pierced his Family. He had just one target - the woman with the cropped tail, who was no longer darting behinds trees but flat out sprinting after the riders on horseback. Rafael drew back the arrow, inhaled, and then released. A yelp echoed through the trees, and satisfied by the sight of her limping, the Warden turned to catch up with the rest of the party.


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POSTED: Tue Jan 17, 2017 5:23 pm

OOC: bloop. Till just give chase to them, while shooting a few arrows off. This post is sucky, sorry. WC: 523

Till rode Maschine harder than he usually had, which made the horse feel the sense of urgency in where they were going. Maschine had not seen real battle in a long time, not since he was in Inferni under the watch of the rust colored male who, to his understanding, was Till's father. Maschine was not a very well versed creature in keeping track of a lot of these things, but when it had come to fathers and sons and masters, he made sure to at least pay a little bit of attention to it. Maschine knew the gravity of war, and the risks of battle, and though it was not his favorite thing in the world. He heard the calls of urgency, and the new tenseness in Till had the stallion geared in a way to where he was serious. The smile that glinted on Till's face was confusing, but not unfamiliar. He looked a lot like the Ulrich that he was born of, his father, Cotl Ulrich.

Maschine carried Till to the party of canines, a flurry of arrows and yelping had them all on alert, but Till did not stop Maschine to look at the Salsolan party, no, Till urged Maschine to lurch forward to give chase to the others. He could already see some of them turning to run, a male on his horse being the first to shout and turn his horse. Till took his bow and an arrow from his back and poised himself to strike. Strange as it was that they were turning so quickly but Till did not mind.
The Bastard never had qualms with a chase of any kind. One to the bedroom, or one to the borders.

Till let his first arrow fly, but was greeted with the sound of a thunk, but a yelp of surprise by another. He didn't think that they thought someone of the group would take chase, but Till had a hell of a predatory instinct and he might not have realized that he should have only run them off the borders and not well enough away. Another arrow of his was let loose from his bow and it lurched forward and buried itself into one of the horse's flanks. This made their horse frightened and run harder, instead of knocking it to the ground like Till was hoping. Till growled lightly and pulled Maschine to a halt, but knew he was still not much further from the Portland Party that he passed by a solid three minutes before. He didn't know if he should go back just yet or chase the others until they were very clear.

Till watched as the blood trail from both the horse and the wolf that Rafael wounded led off to an unknown place. Till questioned why a group would attack another that was so close to pack territory. Something was fishy, but Till didn't want to venture off alone, nor did he know if it was worth it to check it out. Maschine shuffled beneath him uncomfortably, for Till's unclear ques confused the beast.


TILL VAN ULRICH
'Cause we were always alone, We were born in the hunter's season
All I really ever wanted was for you to die in the arms of someone
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