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Boreas Final Battle: Group 5

POSTED: Sun Jan 29, 2017 7:57 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.


Note: Dated 28 January. Final battle in Boreas Conflict II.

    Silence hung over the land, heavy and unrelenting. The disquiet was one that suggested forewarning, the oncoming presence of a storm that was yet to be unleashed into this reality. Greyed clouds drifted without purpose across the winter skies, a cold breeze chasing them seemingly with a gratuitous malice. But even in this realm wherein lay a schism of sorts between purpose and veracity, there was something tempered in the manner in which life brought about circumstance in which many might see as simple irony. But such notions could be mitigated, freely and without unwarranted justification. Indeed, there was a certainty to every action – and on this day, there would be death. For too long had the characters of this land been plagued with haunting spectres that felt the need to bring about a reckoning, a passing hand of fate dealt by zealots who tainted every reason for life. There had been casualties, more than most would care to admit. Enough to cause the heart to ache with defensible pain, a jagged edge of emotion that could inevitably lead to action necessitated by vengeance borne of justice. Perhaps therein lay the heart of the matter; that violence begot violence. But, such a notion would not be swayed by logic nor circumstance, for there was a heavy if discernible truth to it – that there could not be life without death.

    When the moment finally came, a chance to rectify previous errors and solidify loyalties and purpose, the Blackwater son had not hesitated. Cypher held no qualms for this course of action decided on by the upper tiers of the Inferni and Sasola hierarchy. While the Sciens had little knowledge of their allies in this matter, another group who had suffered as much as the coyote Clan in this conflict, the former mercenary was not one to deny the extra aid nor their own justifications for giving it. As such, the tactics had been made clear and the desired outcome merited a certain kind of pleasure. Those wolves of Boreas who seemingly held nothing but malice and judgement in their hearts would either have their life taken from them, or they would be astute enough to instigate a retreat. If they were truly adroit, they would never return. But the former Guild member didn’t maintain to these notions of mercy. Since Vesper’s kidnapping and subsequent return, not to mention the murder of a former Guild member by his hands, Cypher had felt a cold indifference settle in his heart. The man from Chesapeake Bay had abstained from seeking out company nor comfort for the warring aspects of his persona. Instead, when the time had come to enact out what would hopefully be the final battle, the Blackwater son had given in to the duty without word or caution.

    He padded swiftly now, his paws moving fluidly across the ground with a certain amount of deftness. Cypher didn’t know his companions all that well, though that hardly mattered in the end as long as the result was the same. Hackles quivering with restrained ire, the ashen and ivory furred male felt mounting anticipation for the battle that lay ahead. His purpose was simple, his mantra clear. The Blackwater son had decided that he would go into this war on four feet, adopting his Secui form and abandoning his bladed weapon back in Inferni lands. No, for all the injustices waged upon those he held most dear, these foes were deserved of having their life torn from them with tooth and claw. Ears flicked attentively to catch the sounds inherent of those they sought to attack. His gaze flickered briefly to those with him; Antioch of Inferni, and some other male from Sasola whose name he had decided irrelevant. This cold demeanour was something which Cypher had not adapted to in some time – indeed the last occasion had been when the truth of the Guild had finally been brought to life. But then, perhaps sometimes when one had been so long in the dark, they inevitably couldn’t shrug off the hold it had in their heart. These canines of Boreas would find out soon enough, that there was no chance for clemency, for compassion had abandoned the Infernian man.

      Word Count: 705
      Form: Secui
      OOC: Hopefully this is okay! Sorry, it's kind of vague .-.
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POSTED: Mon Jan 30, 2017 1:59 pm

This did not feel like the last war – while the Court had waged conflict with them, it had not been this deliberate attempt to annihilate them. Boreas was different. The way they behaved was disciplined, even if their aggression had become reckless. As the violence escalated it proved their desperation. Cowards, he thought, who attacked women and children, who tortured elders...

Antioch believed in violence. More than that, he believed in things like good and evil, and recognized now that even the Lord's name could be taken and used for vile deeds. These bastards had crowed about holy wars and damnation, then raised arms against His faithful. They were not Godly people, these wolves called Boreas. They were nothing more than cowards hiding behind a cross they did not deserve to carry.

He had been assigned to a group consisting of one of Inferni's scouts, who Antioch had known in passing but not personally, and a doggish man from Salsola. They would likely not remain with him for long – both the coyotes had taken to their middling forms, while he was mounted.

Spikes gleamed around the thick scruff of Antioch's neck. Before he had left, Versace had put the Rex collar on and made him promise to come back.

They had prayed together. Antioch repeated the words silently now as he took up a position along where the forest thinned. Daylight afforded them better vision, but the air was still chilly. They were lucky, he supposed, for the lack of wind.

Noise grew ahead of them from the camp he could not see, and the muscles in his legs tensed. This was part of the plan – to wait for their lures to pull out the wolves, and then to strike and eliminate them en mass.

When he finally could stand it no more, when he felt the insistence of a power greater than his own, Antioch began to advance.


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POSTED: Mon Jan 30, 2017 9:43 pm

Silas was unsettled.

Days ago they'd killed some enemy scouts, and while Zacchaeus and some of the others had rejoiced in their victory, Amund had been disturbed by the prospect that they'd been scouted out in the first place. He'd cited the experiences of his parents, and cautioned them that history might repeat itself. Once they'd been found, they would be easy targets, and their enemy was great in number. He'd suggested that they lie low, and get ready to move—either to strike first or to find a new place to camp.

Silas had been one of the volunteer scouts, heading out in hopes of finding some new, fortified place to stay. But the mountains were treacherous, the land beyond it a place of scraggly, dead trees and little fit prey, and he'd returned without any new information. There was talk of moving south, too, but this would place them in danger as they passed the coyotes. Heads came together, and they prepared for the worst.

It came a few days too early to make a difference.

Tollak's howl was unmistakable, as was the shriek of the raptors. They'd spotted someone—someones. Silas stood and put his hand on his nephew's shoulder, and Zacchaeus grabbed his crucifix with trembling fingers. Then they parted, Zacchi drawing his sword, Silas mounting his horse and reaching as Bjorn handed him his halberd.

A command flew over the heads of the Boreas, and Silas saw Elkin, Teman, and Tollak in the front of the group, advancing on the small contingent of Infernians and Salsolans at their doorstep. Others stormed forward, bodies moved around him, arrows flew, and—

Shadows poured from the pines into the camp, flanking them.

Ambush! someone shouted, and Silas kicked his heels into the horse's flanks and whirled it around, galloping toward the enemy and three shapes that launched out of the brush.

POSTED: Mon Jan 30, 2017 11:47 pm

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News of the death - he'd begun to think of it this way now, but her name had been Artemisia - spread immediately through Salsola. When it reached him, he had been on the roof of his tower with Violeta, listening to the crash of the bay and simply finding peace where it could be found. Another battle, another loss; these things would change him, as would every wound, great and small. His fingers had run across his mouth, and he tried not to think about the day he had spoken with the Emissary, and suggested that she use a flanged mace for a weapon. He didn't allow himself to feel guilty about it - guilt was a privilege of the ego, and they had known tacitly that any weapon and any combat would eventually lead to death. It was better that she had fallen as a defender of her kingdom than old and useless and alone.

He left his home with that in mind, that and the memory of his perfect wife curled beside him. She was the real reason he did anything, even if he said things like duty to the kingdom or for the queen, because to Rafael, this was her kingdom, and her queen, and these were the people she needed to stay happy. If he was to die that day, it would all have been for her.

It would have been better if he had been grouped with comrades from his realm, but the coyotes did not make for bad partners. He thought this only for the fact each of them remained utterly silent. Banter would have irritated him, and make for poor ambushing. There was stillness for a long time, and the light that came through the pines was cold, and the shadows colder.

And then all at once, everything was moving. Rafael had not yet drawn his blade, but he felt the twinge in his right hand that desired to run out with it. He resisted this, knowing that he would use it when the time came. He ran forward with an arrow nocked and drawn midway, and released at the backs of the figures he saw lurching towards Infernians and Salsolans alike. They wouldn't be expecting it, and that had been a part of the plan.

One of the mounted figures rounded to face them, alerted by a cry. Rafael drew his arrow back and let it fly at Silas, and then kept running forward into camp.


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POSTED: Tue Jan 31, 2017 11:50 pm

    Silence created a strange juxtaposition between the faces of the canines that surged forwards to war and the emotions that raged in their hearts. Certainly, some kind of understanding had bound both Inferni and Salsola together, intertwining each packs’ fate into something that would only make sense later. They shared a similar kind of debt, each side reeling from the losses of their own. Perhaps that is the reason why the Blackwater son remained introspective through most of the journey to where the Boreas camp had been located. The ashen pelted hybrid had been consumed by his dark thoughts, the lingering sensation of his failure to protect the Aquila riding hard on the heels of ire for the deaths the coyote clan had endured. Such lamentations could not be lingered on long however, and the man could ill afford to wallow in those confines of his mind when clear and present danger was evident right before his eyes. The Boreas camp had swiftly descended into pandemonium, the Inferni and Salsola attack plan being effective at best. While Cypher held no qualms about his duty to the eastern pincer movement, the man simply held onto the notion that today he would not show restraint. These wolves had shattered his life in the most brutal way possible, and today he would show them the hell they had been looking for.

    The sounds of war were vibrant and loud, a cacophony of raised voices and snarls intermingling with thundering hooves and the echoes of weapon crossing weapon. Smoke blue eyes flickered coldly along the approaching figures, some of horseback while others pitched towards the insurgents on their own four limbs. Cypher heard the identifiable sound of an arrow being loosed into the air, and turned his attention for a brief moment to spy the Salsolan man who had joined them aim the wooden missile in the direction of a wolf who had angled himself towards the group. The charcoal furred coymutt assumed that the other pack’s member wouldn’t appreciate any interference – given he himself felt inclined to react in such a fashion – and decided to redirect his own attack elsewhere. Cries of birds filled the air, shrieks and screeches. The male felt a deathly snarl fall from his blackened lips as he saw the what would be his target; a male wolf with fur the colour of dirtied sand and a white-tipped tail. The enemy combatant wielded an axe, the edge of the weapon glinting in the half light. He bore a contemptuous expression, eyes narrowed dangerously and without remorse – a sentiment echoed by the Infernian male the coursed towards him.

    Cypher didn’t pause to see where Antioch would progress to, nor did he halt to see the outcome of the Salsolan’s attack. The Blackwater son’s mind had become focused in an instant, the sounds of the battle fading swiftly as he neared his victim. These were the wolves that had killed Bayard, and Maddox. They had kidnapped Vesper from him, and threatened everything he held dear in this world. Boreas wished to rid this land of those they deemed to be sinners and heathens? Cypher would happily oblige, but only if he could take some of them with him. Dark fur quivering, the Sciens leaped forwards, fangs flashing with intent. The Boreas wolf with the hatchet would prove an interesting opponent given the Infernian man was only armed with tooth and claw. But presently the man from Chesapeake Bay did not care. If he was to be damned so be it, as long as these dangerous zealots would never harm those he cared for ever again.

      Word Count: 604
      Summary: tldr; Sees Rafael's arrow. Doesn't know what Antioch does. Heads towards Boreas wolf with axe (Bjorn).
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POSTED: Wed Feb 08, 2017 12:37 pm

Aaaah I am sorry ;-; TL;DR: Antioch goes for Zacchaeus. On his second rush, he tries to knock him down.

The noise became all encompassing, and threatened to drown his senses the way that the heat, the blood, even the very energy in the air attempted to. Antioch had never been in something so massive, but it was a man who understood that things were made easier by narrowing down ones focus. This he did now, blocking away the extraneous world and acting like a diving rod.

These were the people who had killed members of the Clan.

These were the people who had tried to kill his son.

He thought that it was a shame they had lost lives to bring about this final apocalyptic battle, and that he was doing so against those who carried signs he recognized. Faith was a peculiar thing. That these wolves had been led to God would not save them, for surely, it was not the right God they believed in.

A young man was on foot, wielding a sword. Antioch rushed him; he had become used to the idea of swords and avoided the first swing, springing back as if he had expected this. His teeth reached for the young wolf's arm but did not make the proper connection. Antioch snarled and dropped his head.

He saw hesitation – fear, he thought – and charged again. This time he threw his weight into the attack, meaning to knock the Boreas fighter to the ground.


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POSTED: Tue Feb 14, 2017 1:34 pm

OOC: Silas attacks Antioch. I imagine he can end up pitting against Antioch, perhaps taken off his horse, while Rafael can come fight with Zacchi so he can be killed?

I will need Silas to reasonably be able to survive this, either by playing dead or managing to flee once Zacchi is killed, bc he’s coming back after.

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An arrow struck him, but it grazed off the well-fitted leather armor. Silas turned his turquoise eyes on the sleek hound that rushed into the invaded camp, turning his horse’s head toward him, but a growl from his nephew summoned his attention.

The silver youth slashed at a monstrous coyote, the type of barbarian he had come to expect from experience in the mountains. The brute dodged then lunged, and for a moment Zacchaeus looked stunned by the blaze of red eyes—the Devil’s eyes—before he was knocked down by the weight of the Secui fighter.

But he still had his sword, and gripped this, pointed upward, while his other arm locked to prevent teeth from goring him. He pressed his arm into the coyote’s throat and fought against his weight.

Silas ran his horse at them, bringing his halberd down in a low arc to split the flesh along the coyote’s back.

POSTED: Sat Feb 25, 2017 1:58 am

Wasn't sure exactly how to proceed because Zacc still on the ground and Antioch on top and I didn't wanna make assumptions, so just, Rafe enters the scene :,D again [228]


The hound had seen his arrow connect with the armored rider, but he did not linger to relish his hit. Instead, he'd gone after a few turned backs who were quickly absorbed in the conflict ahead of them in their eagerness to flee the hell that came behind. It was a hollow type of victory, striking at a distance, and with the smell of blood and the shouts of excitement all around him, the hound found himself eager to empty his quiver and be done with the games. His wish was granted soon enough, albeit in the form of a passing soldier whose axe sawed his bow cleanly in two. It might have been his head, if he hadn't sprang back quickly enough.

It felt right to have Sin Luna in his hands again, and with the rapier he'd thrown back at the soldier with twice the fury and twice the righteousness that seemed to prevail their lot. They fled, and he pursued them back the way he had come. As he ran, he saw the giant coyote who had been in his unit and the imminent threat that came riding down, halberd raised to strike. He let his opponent go, and barked a warning toward Antioch. Seeing the rider pass and uncertain of the coyote's fate, the hound ran to aid his ally.


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POSTED: Sun Feb 26, 2017 11:08 pm

    The futility of noise seemingly caused a disparate mentality within the mind of the Infernian. An inferno blazed through his soul, consuming every possible notion of mercy and justice. In the end, all that remained was a canine who portrayed nought but cold indifference and callous expression. The wolf who had become his inevitable opponent seemingly shared similar intent – at least until the point where the axe was swung in the direction of the Infernian’s muzzle. “Die you disgusting coyote!” the Boreas soldier snarled out through his pale auburn muzzle. Attacking the Optime formed canine in four-footed structure had perhaps not been the wisest of moves on the part of the Blackwater son, but Cypher had been trained how to effectively manage an assailant who would have a greater sense of dexterity to them. But speed and agility was on the side of the former mercenary, fleetfooted as ever on his paws. With the heritage of boy coyote and dog running through his blood, Cypher made for a lean yet strong opponent and with the added sense of infallibility – and perhaps some might consider almost a death seeker disposition – the former Guild member made little mistakes in his battle with one of the wolves who had waged a war against those he now called friends.

    Pivoting slightly, the ashen pelted canine managed to dodge the oncoming blow and instead found his jaws clamping with deadly intent around the arm that wielded the weapon. The Boreas wolf howled in pain as teeth as sharp as daggers pierced his soft flesh. Perhaps it had been a careless mistake, or perhaps somehow Cypher had managed to tear at a vital ligament and muscle that controlled that particular region. Whatever the reason, the Boreas soldier released his weapon from his grip. The axe dropped to the floor with a thud, behind them the sounds of warring sides still prevalent in the air. “Let me go!” the man yowled, “Let me go you piece of filth!” But Cypher would not relent. There would be no mercy this day, nothing this zealot could say that perhaps justify the opportunity for forgiveness. The option for such a pardonable act forgoes any decent minded Infernian in the face of what had transpired to their Clan over the past few months. The Blackwater son would never forget what they had done, and he would kill every last one of them if it was required of him – even at the cost of his own life.

    The Boreas wolf was still trying in vain to shake the Sciens from his arm, the jarring actions only serving to aid Cypher’s fangs at tearing at the flesh all the more. Once the realisation dawned that it was a vain attempt, the russet coloured wolf began instead to punch at the Infernian’s head. The second blow sent the former mercenary reeling backwards, his head suddenly filled with apparitions of stars. He could taste blood in his mouth, the sickly sweet aroma of the crimson fluid flooding his nostrils. Dazed and incoherent for but a moment, the Boreas wolf took the opportunity to try and grab the Infernian with the intention of dragging to the ground and finishing him. But Cypher would not succumb so easily. Calling on his reserves of energy, the former Guild member gave a final launch towards his assailant, this time his jaws aimed for the exposed gullet of the wolf. Fate deemed his strike would be true and teeth met the soft, vulnerable flesh of the wolf’s throat. In an instant it would be over, unless some other kind of fate deigned to intervene.

      Word Count: 604
      Summary: tldr; Basically a bunch of waffling of Bjorn and Cyph fighting - then Cyph is about to/has killed Born.
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POSTED: Mon Feb 27, 2017 3:58 pm

A signal – foreign, braying – was common enough to those of another dog that Antioch processed the warning without hesitation. It saved his life; he sprung aside just as the sharp point of a weapon came down into the place where he had once been. The boy was forgotten, though he was staggering to his feet and facing the Saslolan rider.

The Bellator pushed away from the ground and went in pursuit of the rider. He was dimly aware of Cypher behind him, and saw the dark coyote's teeth drive towards the throat of the wolf. This was no less than what the de le Poer expected of any Inferni member. Their Clan was made of warriors even if many did not call themselves this, and to be able and willing to fight was no different than desiring to breathe and live freely.

Antioch hated these wolves, and all the people like them. He hated that this proof was so apparent and clear and yet doubts existed in the hearts of so many others.

Now experienced with the ways of horses, the big Secui made a charge at the rider in an attempt to spook his animal.


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