That which is rightfully ours

Vysengi Zacot · 10-08-2011, 08:27 PM

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RAID, October 8th. Open post order. This thread is pre-plotted and so is not open to everyone. If you have questions PM Marit, Erin, or Alli. This follows the raid into CDM the night before.

The cuts on his body were not fully healed. How could they? It had been only a day for him to bandage himself and begin recovering. And then he had been told he would be joining the raiding party into the Dreamers since he had performed so well in the one against the Courtiers. Vysengi had come from the Great Tribe, a lesser son in a big family. He had come to prove himself to Maska and find himself a place in this tribe of AniWayans. So far, so good. But he had hoped he would find himself spending the night of the raid in the background, back at his tent where he could rest and sleep off the damage.

The sun had been halfway down the horizon when the raiding party had began to stalk into the territory of the Dreamers. The scent markers were past and they were approaching the place they had told them to go. They were supposed to be capturing someone, someone who had escaped the tribe's hold and was now running free again. Maska had said that retrieving their lost flower had been of utmost importance. And Vysengi obeyed. It was not his place to question what his leader wanted. He was a hand and that was all.

He checked that his daggers were on his belt one last time before letting out a loud growl, following the charge of the leader. He would be useful, as he was taught and as he wanted to be. They were downwind of the other Dreamers, and their scent was heavy on the air like some thick fog. Their scent was so foreign to the warrior male, something that he did not like. Something about it was wrong and Vysengi knew who it was he was going to be capturing. The Dreamer woman. This would be easy.

Wematin Kuruk · 10-08-2011, 11:43 PM

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*runs around like a headless chicken* TOO MANY THINGS TO DO! D: *murders real life so there is more time for Souls* >_>

Anu's escape had indeed been troubling, and Maska had been in a tiz about it since discovery--not to mention Foxglove's disappearance. Wematin had ideas of who could've done the deed--Armis was slow in the head, but not so slow that he could not place a name to a face--but he had had no orders to right the wrong or to follow the superstitions of rumors. No, it was his job to lead the party into Crimson Dreams, as he had before, and as he would hopefully never have to do again--not because he was tired of it, but because infiltrating the territory was tedious and had cost them a life before. Still, he would do his job; Maska willed it, so he obeyed.

At his side were two of the 'throwaways', as he liked to call them--Lanna and Aamund. They were like sheep--following and doing as they were told without question--and that was just how they liked it and needed. There was no need to question orders, so long as they came from those in charge. As before, they were going under the cover of night to retrieve their bartering chip, but this time, Wematin would not discriminate targets; any who got in his way risked injury or death; all things in Crimson Dreams were fair game to him; failure was not an option. On a war horse this time, instead of in a boat, the only sounds from Wematin were the growls and grunts of signals and the pounding of his horse's hooves. He spread out his hand as a signal for 'disperse', and would let the AniWayan raiders do as they pleased from there. Pillage, raze, plunder--as he had said, all was fair game.

Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.

Cambria Marino · 10-09-2011, 04:45 PM

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Poor Cambi, she's such easy pickin's. Goats are open to be captured/killed. I'd rather the llamas escaped but they can be captured as long as they can be returned unharmed once the plot is over Smile

When the Medicus wasn't around the Manor these days, she could almost always be found at Tallermein's Cottage where the duo of llamas now resided along with the goats. Sometimes she wondered if the two long-necked creatures would be safer in the stables where the few horses the pack had stayed, but they seemed to prefer the company of the goats and the openness of the area. Cambria had already grown very fond of the wooly animals and had sought solace from them many times ever since the horrible advent of the war. Anu had finally been returned to them, but now her littermate was a prisoner. She prayed every day to whoever would listen that Gotham was as safe and as well as could be expected. The thought of losing him made her knees feel weak.

The cocoa luperci had lost track of time out here in the pastoral setting, and since there had not been any attacks since the first, her caution had admittedly turned lax. As darkness settled in around the lands she was still petting Carino's neck while Francis finished grazing off to the side with some of the goats. Suddenly and inexplicably though, all of the animals raised their heads and looked off to the west as tension filled the previous calm air. Disconcerted, Cambi looked in the same direction and strained her cream-tipped ears. There it was, rapid hoof-beats approaching. The Aedile's heart stalled in her chest and suddenly her feet felt like they had frozen to the earth beneath them. She tried to tell herself it was her father coming home from a journey, or one of the other Dreamers, but deep down she knew the horrible truth. Fear paralyzed her though, and she stood helpless in harm's way.

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Wematin Kuruk · 10-15-2011, 08:10 PM

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We can either end this quick raid here or with your next post, Erin <3

On they went, searching the lands for their target. Wematin was uncharacteristically riled--the showing of emotion often led to mistakes, after all--but he was pleased to see his Guardians progressing well. Still, they were a small raiding party, and their presence would be known soon enough.

A small building was not far in the distance, and Wematin called for his Guardians to head that way. It was also, by luck, that he spotted a lone Dreamer there, sitting idly by and completely defenseless. Well, even though their target had been to recapture Anu, taking another hostage certainly wouldn't be worthless; after all, taking Anu and the other Dreamer that time had proven to keep their hostage count up, despite the other one escaping. With whoops of aggression, the Guardians charged in and began to pillage the hut, as he had allowed them, as Wematin himself dove after the girl. Since he had been at the forefront, he was the first to reach her, and having her escape would do no good at all. She had been frozen by fear, it seemed, and with a swift club to the back of the head she was down. Really, these Dreamers were weak--he had taken Anu out the same way; they had no sense of guard, had been infiltrated twice, and only knew how to demand what they wanted like pups throwing a tantrum. Not really enemies to be feared at all.

Stooping down, the black and grey man hefted the female to hang across his steed's back as her surveyed the damage. While there was minimal damage to the building, it seemed as if his Guardians were deciding to be clever, and were thus rounding up the woolen creatures that had been hanging around; just a few goats, but they would prove useful to the scarcity of food in AniWaya at the moment. Thus far, it was turning into a successful mission, and had Wematin been on a regular raid and not one with a specific purpose, he would've been clever and cut their losses right there, going back to the safety of the tribe. Still...

His decision was made for him in a split second when, above the noise, Wematin heard to battle cry of the Dreamers in the distance. Turning his head, he was displeased to see a horde of the pesky pack advancing quickly from the east--far too many for his small party to handle. Gritting his teeth, Wematin weighed their mission against their chances; and, finding them grim, growled low in his throat that he should be forced to retreat again from the infernal land. He signaled for the Guardians to take what they could and run, and as he lifted himself behind the unconscious girl, Wematin glared hard at the Dreamers that still ran their way; they would be too late to save yet another tribe-mate, and deep inside his emotionless heart, Wematin felt a twinge of hatred towards their neighboring pack for what they had done: Killed his Guardians, insulted his leader and pack... Such emotions were dangerous, and Wematin only felt them in solitary moments when he found his stony exterior too overcome by pent-up feelings to dam them.

Secretly, he hoped that Maska would allow him to kill this hostage on the horse with him, and then perhaps the Dreamers would suffer more.

Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.

Cambria Marino · 10-20-2011, 03:11 PM

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As the shapes of the luperci on horseback emerged into sight, the llamas bleated along with the goats and began to scatter; sensing these wolves meant them no good. It was this flurry of movement perhaps that finally shocked the Marino back into action. With a frightened gasp, Cambria turned on the balls of her feet and began to flee from the scene with her heart beating like a drum in her ears. It was all too little too late though, and she knew it. She could not outrun them when they were mounted and she was in the slowest of her three forms. Why has she been out here on her own so late? Why hadn't she sent out an alert the moment she had heard the horses? Was she about to die the useless little coward she had always feared herself to be?

The Medicus found her voice and started to call out for help, but the call was cut short as she felt a sickening thud to the back of her head and everything went black as her body fell to the ground like a broken marionette.

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