[m] some are altogether mighty frightening

POSTED: Tue Nov 12, 2019 2:27 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.

Salsola: Curse of the Sanctum - The Underhill Camp
Early morning. It is damp and chilly.
A heavy rolling fog cloaks the Outsiders' camp, making visibility poor.
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Hey squad, Alaine here. Gen has given me permission to move Krios on the chessboard. Elphaba will be fronting off against Sarre; If your character is locking on to one tNPC in particular, let us know in the OOC section of your post. Now lets get at it!

She carried the tension in her shoulders, in the little bristling line of hair that traced the curve of her spine. It was a tension pushed outward into the bodies that waited behind her in the gloomy half-light; Potent and contagious, it had been corrupting their homeland from its central heart for moons now.

In the beginning she had been patient. She'd had faith in the construct of Righteous Purpose that had thus far governed much of her dynasty. With O'Riley at her side they had seemed invincible. The Inquisitors were firebrands in that insufferable darkness, burning away the filth, cleansing them of their foulest insurgents.

But all it took was a little secret, well-planted. And the lie grew roots, and the fervor remained.

Delfina Heiwa's spirit would never find peace, her bones scattered between the rocks at the base of the Great Falls. But it was not enough to wield only half the sword of justice. Without Loki's murderer, the despicable weeds remained, no matter how much she clawed and tore them free of the earth. Without Loki's murderer, Salsola could not rest.

Elphaba Revlis was Salsola. Her patience had come to its end.

One of their party huffed, a low sound that was instantly smothered by the fog. It was unnaturally thick here, and without the scouts' clear instructions they would have been hard pressed to find the second camp. No fires marked it at the foot of the mountain - with only the promise of sunrise behind them, most everything remained in undefined shapes of mist and shadow.

In this diffused softness their weapons looked out of place, sharp and metallic and full of unspoken violence.

Elphaba held them back on a stone-lined ridge. There is no telling what they might do, She warned them, her voice pitched low and quiet, You must be ready for anything. They are Outsiders - barbarians, uncivilized.

This much they knew to be true. Kamari's scouts had noted their observations - rancid, feral, repugnant - with distaste. Loners were always lesser, but even this external hierarchy had its basal dredges. Those unclean, savage wretches were an affront to the pillars of their very society. They represented a primitive chaos that could not be tolerated within sight of the almighty Law.

She led them down into the gully. The peaks of Halcyon were a faraway rend in the sky. Here the fog lapped, a spectral ocean, at their heels.

A scrawny pale wolfdog with wan blue eyes was the first to spot them. Sarre! His yelp bounced off of the misshapen grey lumps of the boulders. We got company!

In the center of a tamped-down patch of dirt, a dark-haired woman rose. The heaped pile of furs she had been laying on untangled themselves to reveal three more of her packmates. One of them - a giant wolfdog with the same piercing-blue eyes as the lookout - shook out his thick bristling fur and showed them his yellow teeth. In spite of the shadow he cast, it was the woman who spoke. Who the fuck're you?

Elphaba twirled the wooden staff between her fingers. It carved a strange and temporary shape into the mist. She felt the dominant presence of Sarre and something old, something dark, inside of her responded. You, only smarter.

Oh, it's like that, issit? The woman laughed. It was an ugly, jarring sound. Make my day, pretty girl. What you got there, some dogs that need kicking? She laughed again, and rolled her shoulders to loosen them up.

You're in breach of the Law, Elphaba's teeth felt very large in her mouth. Her body hummed with blood and adrenaline. Surrender, or-

Or what? You'll talk me to death? Big words from a twiggy little bitch. Come on outta the fog, huh? Let's play!

There was a visceral joy to the way the Outsider spoke. Elphaba recognized it immediately. She'd seen that look - those fervent eyes, gleeful and terrible - watching her from the old silver mirror more than once. Elation rushed through her like a drug, and she laughed too, delighted by the way it seemed to surprise Sarre in turn. An unseen understanding passed between them. The wolfdog's hands curled into claws, and from in between the boulders her comrades slunk closer-

All I needed was the invitation, The Queen of Salsola purred, and in that second, all pretense fled them.

With a carnal snarl, Sarre leaped for Elphaba, and Elphaba for Sarre - joyous like lovers re-uniting, only with the intent to kill or be killed. Lifting his dragon-headed bow behind the two women to loose the first of many volleys, Krios cursed in open dismay.


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POSTED: Tue Nov 12, 2019 3:31 am

pump your veins with gushing gold

Like a coming storm, it all built slowly.

Salsola had grieved with its questions, festered with private doubts and ran wild with wagging tongues that wove rumor and only threads of sparse truth scattered throughout - even at her debt, with nothing left to lose, Delfina's words were a questing call. Had she been moving to sew discord even after she had been gone?

Had she truly been that clever?

Or, had it all been true? The thistle kingdom thrummed with its own heartbeat, drawn and pounding to righteous cause. Answers were out there.

Beneath the firm hand of the crown, they would be found.

The beckoning of Elphaba's quiet creeping lead the band through the outcroppings, the tall-reaching spires of stone, quiet sentinels and witnesses to what would unfold.

Julius could feel his heart beat faster, and he adjusted the grip of the dagger in his palm, a meager weapon alongside the spears, the swords. Words hissed through the fog like rattling rot, and his hackles bristled clear to his tail, bottle-brushed and tense behind him. The queen moved first in her delighted fury, a rush of rage to accost the feral beast.

His adrenaline spiked, and Julius moved, not of his own accord, but of the strings, the gravity to which all Salsolan's duty were bound - tied to a golden crown.

He did not recognize the snarling sound he had made, jaws wide; all teeth, all bare, dark gums and pearly white, and the sound ended just as abruptly with the air punched from his lungs. A burly Outsider, chocolate in hue, and barreled headlong into the throng, shoulder-checking the much-lighter Valentine out of his stride and into a pale-faced wolfdog. Julius writhed round, sucking in an aching, burning breath while his feet struck out into the rough earth, and the Outsider barked out a full-belly laugh, until Julius flung a fistful of gravel-filled sand up into the feral mongrel's sneering face.

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POSTED: Wed Nov 13, 2019 1:38 pm

Grievous is in his Secui form and engaging with Dalgai.

The intention had been for them to find the truth. Grievous believed that the presence of strangers too-near their borders was a threat. Witchcraft was a terrible thing to risk – but their Queen was among the Coven and practiced the craft, and her presence would protect them.

She had chosen each and every one of them for a reason.

Grievous, loyal and devoted to la Familia, had long kept dormant the violence in his heart. It was to the Boss' benefit that these flames be given new fuel. For each long-buried emotion and hurt, Grievous built within him more and more resentment towards the things beyond their borders. This outside world had been enough to draw his parents away, and long before that, destroy the chances for his family to be proper and whole.

Mostly, though, Grievous sought an end to the curse which had for so long delayed the single most important thing in his life.

On four legs Grievous stalked through the fog like a ghost, careful as to where he stepped and ever-present of the danger awaiting them. Elphaba had warned them to expect unpredictability. These feral Outsiders were of a different make – and yet somehow, the energy carried between Elphaba and their leader felt very much the same.

Everything erupted into a flurry of noise of motion. While armed Salsolan's took to the Boss' defense, Grievous fixed his attention on a darker shape rushing towards Julius' prone form.

His larger Secui form was faster, and Grievous forced himself between the old she-wolf and her intended target. She hardly slowed down.

The old bitch fought like a wildcat – she was snapping for his throat and his face and thrusting out with her dirty nails towards the thin-skin around his legs. Grievous felt heat spread from the places where they scratched him, but focused his attention on keeping her stinking teeth away from his head. He used all his weight to shove the grizzled she-wolf off of him, but she had the advantage from her momentum and stayed on her feet.

Grievous didn't give her time to come into his space again, and charged for the old wolf. She feigned a retreat and spun on him when the terrain sloped up and put her nearly at his level. Her teeth snagged the side of his face before he was able to avoid the blow entirely. Grievous tore a chunk of fur from her neck in retaliation.


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POSTED: Thu Nov 14, 2019 12:52 pm

It appeared that in a world so plagued by uncertainty the times of peace weren’t meant to last. A summon had called them to arms, two parties of warriors and volunteers taking shape for the purpose of dealing with the Outsiders camping at their door. The Blacksun matriarch had known of the matter from her daughter’s own lips and before the announcements were made she had already sharpened her sword and oiled her armour. Perhaps some would join the battlefield with fear in their hearts, not her. She was as eager as a wee youngster in the eve of Saturnalia.

They fell upon the camp like a curse, nothing but shadows that materialized from the mist. A duelling of Queens took place as both women crossed words like swords. Toxic hues landed on the foreign Matriarch first. ”Barbarians, uncivilized”. A strange sense of kinship invaded her then and her dark lips lifted over her off-white teeth to form a smile, albeit a rather sharp one.

Seeing this woman of great savagery yet limited power showed her a window to a life that could have been her own. So easily the gilded warrior could have fallen to an equally mediocre lifestyle, if only she had not been found by the thistle prince. Such was the fate of strenght and savagery when they didn’t have a greater purpose to give them trajectory. Salsola had given her that, and she would forever be grateful. Grateful enough to put her life on the line for the Queen’s justice on this day and any other day to come.

Elphaba’s words were interrupted and wind passed between the aged oathsworn’s teeth like a hiss. Focus. Many enemies had made themselves present, standing behind their own ruler with fierce determination burning in their features. The head was of course the first threat they ought to get rid of but the honour of such an encounter belonged to the Boss and the Boss only. Who came next in importance after the brains? The brawn.

Her eyes narrowed on a large mutt of broken-up markings and lightly coloured eyes. A dangerous looking foe, one she just then decided to make her single target to nullify with the edge of her blade.

When all hell broke loose she charged for this man, but stopped in her tracks as a tan figure darted ahead and turned the attention of her objective away from her. ”Fuck’s sake.” She breathed as she watched the collision and how the brutish pair ganged up on the Valentine boy. There was no time to waste. She had spent but a second of stillness before resuming her race. With a new direction and a tender situation to handle she discarded the idea initiating the fight with sword in hand and instead a closed fist was what met the mottled brute’s temple with enough force to make him release Julius.

The crude smack of flesh against flesh and the sound of the man’s teeth clashing together was all she heard as they engaged. The man, a large and resilient sort recovered quickly and cursed at her as he retaliated. She dodged an initial hit aimed for her face and received one on the shoulder. A deep laugh mingled with a snarl as she answered in turn with a blow to the ribs. ”Ain’t used to fighting many foes of your own size, are you?” She taunted and received another foul-mouthed remark as answer before they exchanged blows again.
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POSTED: Thu Nov 28, 2019 5:26 pm

OOC - Sorry for the terrible delay, been busy/museless because of retail hell. WC: 805

I feel you fly into a rage.

When he had been approached and called to arms, he almost could not believe that he had been called yet again to fight for Salsola. Coaxoch had proved himself capable in fighting, and he still trained on and off throughout then end of his apprenticeship until now, but he still had felt that sometimes, he was still at a disadvantage, and that his enemies would easily clue in on that and aim for that. While the fighting style he had been taught revolved around protecting all parts of his body, the Cerberus had been very clear that anyone and everyone would notice that he was "lacking" something and then they would easily find this to be their target.

When Coaxoch was called to raid, he easily made the decision to take Nightmare on his first battle, for he and Dirge had been religiously training the warhorse for this task, and it was time for him to make his debut. Nightmare had been much too young when Coaxoch had gone into battle once before, but now, he was old enough and trained up to the point where Coaxoch could and would ride him confidently into battle. The Warden sighed lightly as his younger brother helped him get himself ready to go, including strapping the man's stump to the reigns.

"May the Gods be with you, my brother. Return safely, and with at least the same amount of limbs you have." Dirge spoke as he straightened the a saddlebag on the compact saddle that had been made for such an occasion. Coaxoch saw that there was a joke within the male's words but he didn't enjoy it, and this was obvious by the frown on his face. He did not want to do this, but he was told to, and the male would do what he was supposed to. By the order of the Queen herself, he would again, do battle.

He wondered briefly if this was a test, or an attempt to murder him valiantly.

"Make sure that you and Sebastien are prepped in case I am wounded when I return." he told the Red Monster as he urged Nightmare on and left his brother and partner behind. He was glad that he was taken over his daughter, or his son, for he found them still to be too young to be called to battle, and they also were not fit for battle, based of their personalities. Coaxoch thought about this deeply as he rode on.

Once they all gathered, Coaxoch let the others walk ahead of him and Nightmare, for even under the cover of the early morning light and fog, he knew that his mounted form might be able to be seen easier. Coaxoch listened closely for the orders of the woman, and prepared his spear in a militant position before the group had come to a stop at the top of a hill. The stallion huffed and stomped once as they stood there for a minute, and then they moved off down into a gully. The fog seemed to descend with them, lapping at their ankles as the others moved ahead of him, and this was when they were seen by the feral beasts. Coaxoch pulled back his lips to show his fangs as the other wolves got to their feet.

The two leaders were the first to collide into each other, and the rest of the Salsolans were to follow. The one-armed male easily urged his horse forward, and as his horse propelled forward into the fray, Nightmare squalled loudly and once they were in the fray, Coaxoch felt Nightmare kick out towards the only coyote of the group, who had come back at him with a knife. There was a knife that was thrown at Coaxoch, and it gazed his cheek before Coax twisted his stump to get Nightmare to turn, allowing Coaxoch's spear to sweep out at the golden and white being. Kaim dodged this and came in low and tried to get to the gut of the stallion, but was greeted with a large dinner plate hoof that kicked out at the coyote.

Coaxoch snarled and swept his spear once more as the coyote fell back, and he attempted to jab his spear to make a killing blow, but something in the bright green eyes told him to stop. Coaxoch turned his spear to graze at the other's shoulder, and he quickly dismounted his horse to come close to the other. The spear lodged into the ground, and Coaxoch came down to face the beast face to face. "The Law always wins." he growled as he took the knife he had on his side and he came in to fight knife to knife as Nightmare moved off to the edge of the camp.

Memory of night, day of thousands tears

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POSTED: Sat Dec 21, 2019 9:36 pm

Everything about Salsola was changing but yet was somehow absolutely the same. Brocade followed after his Queen reverently, intuned with the way she set her feet and commanded them with silence. It was reminiscent of his old Squadron – of the men and women who had long ago dedicated themselves to expanding their families claim. Brocade found that he thought of them less often now, for he spent his time daydreaming of a life spent wrapped around his soon to be wife.

Something cracked under foot and the man straightened suddenly, baring his teeth as the others all stiffened around him.

Metal winked between the trees as leather creaked a crooning warning. When Elphaba spoke, The Director hummed his acknowledgement, tightening his grip on the shaft of his spear.

The camp that they found stunk of Outsiders – and the soldier could taste them like an oil slick against the back of his tongue. Everyone exploded into movement, barking angrily and snarling against the darkening sky. Brocade settled into a predatory crouch, and allowed only a momentary glance towards Elphaba – who was beautiful in the face of violence.

He felt something deep down - a heat that seeped through him to keep the frigid cold at bay.

”Looks like you found us,” The voice boomed from across a sooty fire pit, streaks of mud dashed against the chocolate labs long clawed feet, ”This will be the end-“

It was Julius who threw the first strike, tossing a handful of gravel that caused the thick-muzzled dog to bray angrily before Brocade charged him - leaning into the slant of his spear as he ran.

Thank you for being so patient!

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POSTED: Sat Dec 21, 2019 11:48 pm

ROUND TWO, FIGHT! I'm aiming for short n sweet with my post, cause combat is hard to write longwinded for me oops. Lets keep the ball rolling, I reckon we can start 'finishing up' (rip NPCs except Kaim) in the round after this one!

Also just a heads up my post gets a little gross/graphic with the fighting so if you're squeamish, give it a skip lol.

There was beauty in the hellishness of it. A fight without false nobility, with only the raw ugliness of ill intent. It was... Pure. It was honest.

When the Outsider's claws raked across her raised collarbone and red droplets of Elphaba's royal blood sprayed upward into the air, she knew that she would remember it forever - how they hung, suspended, perfect little cardinal spheres. Pain was an anchor. The searing heat of it, not unlike flame, curling up her breast and her shoulder, running with electricity through all of her veins.

It was beautiful. Made all the more so by the sincerity of it - how they wanted to erase one another, to kill one another, to end one another. There was nothing of the repulsiveness of Man in it. There was nothing of the Boreas wolf who had wanted first to infect her body with his repulsive carnal urges before giving her the gift of death. He had not been a worthy opponent; His desires had been unclean, vulgar. Trivial.

Elphaba was not afraid of a little gore. She remembered the feeling of his eyes, popping like overripe grapes beneath her thumbs. She remembered the look in Rafael Salcedo's stare - the horror there, the awe.

Violence was its own form of power. There could be no denying this.

She brought her staff around in an arc and felt the reverberation of Sarre's ribs as they cracked. The woman made a terrible sound, a scream of fury that punctured her ears. With the blindness of her agony she was strong - she grabbed the staff from Elphaba's hands and wrenched it free, tearing out splinters of wood that drove up into the queen's fingers. The momentum of the motion sent her weapon sailing off, clattering near to where the giant Blacksun woman was facing off against a behemoth.

Unarmed now, and with blood streaking down her left arm, the Boss hissed. Spittle flew from her lips. A perfect mirror of one another, the two women circled; Claws curled like meathooks, Elphaba gave a great shout and lunged forth again.


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POSTED: Sun Dec 22, 2019 2:55 am

pump your veins with gushing gold

His ears were ringing on that high, the fevered pitch of adrenal rush on the blood. Julius had caught his breath, another cacophonous ruckus at the forefront of his senses - larger soldiers, more capable than himself, had pulled the brutes away, detracted from the prone, narrow shape of the young Valentine. Too little, too late - He was not built for combat, but a purveyor of underhanded tactics that were brutally ill-equipped for this confrontation.

Shame had yet to touch him, in that brief recovery, but vicious instinct slithered forward between his teeth. Currents of magnetic pull pulsed beneath his skin, and he scrambled for the blade that had clattered away on stone and dirt. All his violence, his brief and cheap victories, were attributed entirely to dumb, foolish luck. Luck which lent itself to his opportunistic nature - internally, Julius combated this, and struck out where he thought himself needed. The original trajectory was resumed.

It was a clash of Queens, resplendent, visceral, awe-inspiring. Cochineal red and dark-dyed black, brackish and pure in ways that linked them all deeper than the Law could; Salsola was evolved, had risen above the dregs, and yet, at their very core, they were all such wretched, wretched beasts. Sarre's muscles bunched beneath the inky dark of her coat, weight postured and braced in her thighs in preparation to meet Elphaba's attack. Like great springs, they uncoiled.

Julius had met somewhere amidst the static, colliding into sharp-curled claws and brought them reeling and unbalanced - Sarre's arm strained back, and the feral woman's torso twisted with her, jaws jagged and snarling and far too close, hot breath and spittle flecking the side of Julius's face and the side of his neck. Her fury was righteous. Her hooked talons were sharp - his self-preservation had lost out by way of some sense of greater good, and there was a keening, sharp sound at the scrabbling, the rending of cloth and split scores of skin like simple, supple ribbon.

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POSTED: Sat Dec 28, 2019 10:23 am

Like walls of muscle the behemoths collided. Hardened knuckles tested the resilience of each other’s bodies with enough strength to shatter bone while vicious claws hooked skin and meat, drawing heavy droplets of crimson as they went. As time went on and the scent of spilled blood thickened in their noses their attacks grew frantic and cruel in nature. Neither the veteran nor her brutish opponent were clean fighters so their clash had quickly become an ugly affair.

Blood dripped steadily from her broken lip only to be caught by the fur of his shoulder as he barrelled into her. He had wanted to bring her down but with expertise she grounded herself to keep her balance. He did however manage to push her back and now attempted to wrestle her to the ground.

Blow after blow rained on the mottled bruiser’s ribcage and with great pleasure the gilded matriarch felt his muscles tense before the air left his lungs forcefully as they bruised. In a last desperate measure to gain the upper hand he threw his weight to the right, bringing both of them down to land hard on their sides.

The matriarch landed on something hard and a nasty enraged scream left her as the flesh on her side tore on the edge of a sharp stone. The pain blinded her for a second and that gave the bruiser enough time to climb on top of her. Blood and spit fell on her face as he produced a plethora of colourful insults, landing a hard punch to her head to punctuate every word. Blood started to ooze out from the wounds he opened on her eyebrow and nose with pure brute force, and although her left eye became blinded by the red liquid her focus didn’t waver. This man was strong and apparently hardened by previous conflicts but his hot blood made him inefficient and the veteran would make him pay for every mistake.

As he drew his fist away to further punish her skull her jaws parted and caught his hand before he was able to retaliate. Tendons and bones snapped under the force of her bite. The pain distracted him long enough for her to produce the rock that had lacerated her side. As he attempted to pry her jaws open she brought it against his face with all her might. Blood and teeth shards exploded from the impact and the man crumbled to the side with an agonizing yowl that could have awoken a death man. Kaeli scrambled on top of him and brought the rudimentary weapon down again, and again, relentlessly until his struggling stopped and his head had become so disfigured one could barely recognize it for more than a bloody pulp.

Pained but victorious she rose above her defeated foe and looked around to the battles that were still unfolding all around her. She retrieved her blade from where it had been discarded and whirled to go to the aid of whoever still required it. Her wake left a trail of crimson on the ground. Her wounds bled profusely but they weren’t grave enough to stop her now that she had gotten a taste of the warfare she had craved for so long.

Let there be enemies still standing to carve up with the edge of her blade.
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POSTED: Sat Dec 28, 2019 11:09 am

It was his father's teachings that saved him. Basilaris had once been snatched away to distant lands and forced to fight for others. They had taught him of violence, and how to kill. When he had used these lessons against them to free himself, they must surely have regretted the decision.

Outsiders were stupid, uncivilized things. They did not deserve to exist if their being might one day threaten his family once again.

That was the whole point of this, wasn't it? Even if they hadn't been here to cast spells or send wickedness down upon them, their mere presence spread its filth and degeneracy among the wildlands.

One day soon, Grievous would be a father. He would not allow his children to go through the things his ancestors had faced. He would not abandon them like his own parents.

This old bitch didn't need to understand that. Her mistake was not running when she had the chance.

Each time they came close enough to strike one another, Grievous could see her eyes. They were an awful no-color blue, like a dead person. It made her movements exceptionally easy to read, though she was faster than she looked.

She lunged for his leg – but at the last moment her head turned like a snake's, and her stinking teeth were at his throat again.

He had been ready for her this time, and with his superior might, struck her low with a forcible slap. When she tried to kick back he trampled her like a bull, until at last wrenching his neck free. She sensed her mistake then, but it was too late. When his teeth sunk into her neck it was with greater force, and hard enough to piece the skin.

Grievous shook her with tremendous force.


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