Incursions | The Pack

Many thousands of years ago, different species were scooped up from around the universe, altered and then placed on a primitive planet to do battle with one another. Over the generations, new species emerged and the battles raged on despite having moments of respite. On the continent of Uyria, Orcs have landed on the shores of a human kingdom and war has broken out. Meanwhile, the ice trolls have gotten bolder and are conducting skirmishes against Stormforge, the capital of Belegrod, seat of the dwarven clan, Hillguard. Will you rise to the call of the war drums or cut your own path to glory!
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Post by Khamnin » Sat Nov 09, 2019 11:08 pm

Deep in the thick forests of the Wood Elves, a regiment of warriors patrolled the southern edge of their territory. Their encampment was magically interwoven through the trees. Branches were grown and twirled together. Trees enlarged and hollowed out so they could hold the elves, their beasts and equipment. It was their speciality- fighting from the trees. An elven soldier rarely fell off and onto the forest floor. Soldiers walked across branches that interwove and formed massive, sturdy bridges. They were often followed by beasts of war. Native felines stalked the shadows high in the branches while on the look out for any enemies. Large eagles perched themselves atop the trees, ready to carry their elven comrades to safety or to battle whenever called upon.

Among it all, there was a lone tree stump, where an elven woman stood. The elven woman, Adra, was the leader of these elves- of this entire section of the forest. She had light brown bark that hugged her skin-tight around the torso and formed a sort of tight fitting dress. Adra had tanned skin while violet flowers hung off her shoulders and fell around her waste. A violet veil distorted her facial features, with the only thing noticeable under it being her startling emerald green eyes. In her right hand she held a wooden staff, seemingly grown and interwoven naturally before it would be utilized in such a manner. At the heart of the staff was a violet crystal, matching the flowers and leaves that hung off her bark armor.

Before her was the stump. A remnant of a once mighty tree, felled by nature. That is the only way a tree will come to it's end in their forest, as the wood elves and the other natural denizens do not harm the trees, even when using wood. Anything wooden was naturally grown and given to them with the blessing of the forest lord.

Engraved into the stump was a detailed map of her clan's lands. On the other side of the stump stood four young elves. Soldiers in training. Phasvi, Azkaet, Branwyn and Myrdin. All unique and qualified, but they had their flaws to be worked out.

She examined each of the new recruits before she finally pushed away her veil. "You all know you I am and why I am here. I have watched you since the start of your trainings, and will continue to watch you today, tomorrow and the so on." She stated, her view going from one recruit to another.

"As always, the leader of the clan sends you off on your first mission." Adra continued as she lifted her staff and leaned it towards the stump. The violet crystal started to glow brighter and brighter as a single, delicate flower rose out of the wooden stump. It was where the recruits would be headed.

There was Azkaet. The stout, reluctant battlemaster. He was covered head to toe in white bark armor, hugging him so tight he could barely move. The elf, while shorter than the others, had quite the strength in him. His major flaw was that he is reluctant to fight and kill when neccesary. Azkaet wants to defend his home, but hesitates as he engages enemy combatants, therefore making him a reliability on the battlefield. His go-to weapons are dual wielding swords. The blade itself made out of the clan's signature green stone.

Then there was Phasvi, the overconfident, lithe, and quick show off. She had pastier skin than the others and wore much less armor than Azkaet, or at least less restricting armor. The bulkiest pieces of bark hugged her chest, shoulders, forearms, and feet. Strips of bark hugged her legs, but noticeable gaps were there in order to give her extra mobility. Those not covered by thick bark were simple disguised under a little bit of vines and green leaves. Her emerald eyes were a little brighter than Adra's, and she had shoulder-length, midnight black hair. Phasvi carried a polearm made of the same wood as her armor, while the blade was crafted from the same material as Azkaet's.

The myserious Branwyn stood next in line. Adra knew little of her, surprisingly. From what she was told, Branwyn was excellent with archery and her fondness with animals was extreme. Most of their people shared that in common, but not everyone pursued such interests.

Adra's eyes landed on the last person. Myrdin. A male elf with a tact for the small hilted, thin swords called "rapiers" by others. Personality wise she knew nothing of this man, but nonetheless she already made her decision.

Adra took a deep breath before she continued talking, "A pack of direwolves had ventured out of their hills and into our forests. This is unprecedented and puts our people in grave danger...and you four will be tasked with dealing with the situation."

She looked to the forest floor for a moment before continuing, "You are authorized to use whatever means neccesary. Direwolves are very dangerous, and unlike the native wildlife of these woodlands, care nothing for us or anyone in them. If you must put them down, remember to be swift and merciful."

"Branwyn will be Mission Commander" Adra said moving closer, looking to Phasvi specifically, "Follow her orders until it is completed."
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Post by Acewing13 » Wed Nov 13, 2019 8:28 pm

“Sounds good to me, My Lady,” Myrdin said with an indifferent shrug. “I’ll follow Branwyn’s command as I would yours.”

Glad someone else is calling the shots here, he thought, chewing on a stalk of grass as he looked around the rest of the group. Let’s me focus on killing what needs killing. Hopefully everyone else can take care of themselves in a fight. I'm sure Adra wouldn't pick weaklings for this mission. Guess we'll see either way soon enough.
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Post by ArsenicJohn » Sat Nov 16, 2019 10:53 pm

Branwyn was a tall, lithe woman with a slightly larger bust than most elves. She had wide hips with a round, shapely bottom. The young elf's skin is an earthy tan with copper undertones. She has an oval face and perfectly symmetrical wide-set, almond-shaped brilliant emerald eyes with golden flecks and long forest green hair worn in a braided ponytail. Her face is adorned with a cute little upturned nose and a generous mouth. Her full lips are painted forest green. A green-tinted tattoo of swirling branches starts below each of her eyes and meets at the center of her forehead. Just above that is a tattoo of a black spider hanging from a single thread.

At the moment she wore light armor with a mossy cloak. She had a bow slung over one shoulder and a quiver of arrows on her back. At her right hip hung a scabbard holding her longsword and a small knife beside it. A few pouches containing various herbs and vials of liquids were hanging from her belt as well. She looked from one scout to the other and then back at Adra hesitantly. Even though she knew she could do it, the responsibility of being the leader felt overwhelming.

She wanted to protest but that would be like an insult to Adra. Questioning the leader's decision would only make things difficult for herself. Branwyn looked at everyone's faces again and nodded. "I'll take the lead. When we find signs of the wolves, Phasvi can scout the area. We need to know how many and how big they are. Once we have that information, Phasvi and I will lure them to a position where Myrdin and Azkaet will be waiting. Then we spring the trap. I have arrows coated with a herb that should put even a dire wolf to sleep." She said. "Now. Let's move out."

With the plan revealed, Branwyn started off towards the target area at a jog. Once she was sure they were with her she picked up speed, running along the well-hidden elf paths they had all been taught to traverse.
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Post by Acewing13 » Mon Nov 18, 2019 1:14 am

So, we’re playing as ambush predators, huh? Myrdin thought as he followed Branwyn down the path. Works for me. Just like running right behind the princess, he mused, admiring the view of the fine elvish rear. Dang it all, focus on the job, Myri.

“Since you mentioned getting the dire wolves to sleep, I’m assuming that you want to keep at least some of them alive?” he asked Branwyn aloud, making sure to look at the back of her head. “How much force can we use to subdue the wolves?”
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Post by ArsenicJohn » Mon Nov 18, 2019 5:38 pm

Lucky for Myrdin she was too focused on her job to pay attention to people staring at her butt. She didn't so much as look back to respond. "As little as necessary," Branwyn called back. "If we just kill them, we show that we're unfit to be soldiers. When the lady said to use whatever means necessary means use the least amount of force possible, not the most drastic force possible. If that's killing them, we do it, as long as you're sure it's the only option."

A few minutes later she called back again. "We're getting close. Silence or they'll hear us coming. Use your bird signs if needed."
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Post by Khamnin » Mon Nov 18, 2019 7:12 pm

BASE CAMP

As the four up and coming soldiers traversed the thick forests, random branches, flowers and vines would start to move. Adra’s breaths were quickening. Fools, she thought to herself. She stood frozen near the downed tree where the squad was only moments before. Her eyes were clouded over, an indication that she had been watching every step that the group made.

In the case of an emergency, there was a squadron of guards ready to go and help the fledglings. Adra, even though she technically was not suppose to, wanted Branwyn to succeed. After everything she has gone through, it would set her on a good path forward. and perhaps wipe away some of the bad reception that comes with her name.

DEEP INTO THE FOREST

Phasvi was disgusted by the choice that Adra made. To Phasvi, Branwyn was just some exiled lady from a traitorous clan. Someone who should have been executed like the others, even if she had not been directly in the rebellion.

But for her career, she obeyed the choice. She shall obey Branwyn’s choices, despite how much it may hurt her. The polearm was held in her right hand, dragging behind her. Phasvi’s eyes darted from side to side.

“Direwolves are huge and furry, they can’t be that hard to find,” She muttered to the others.

“Hey, guys wait!” Azkaet yelled, getting down on his knees to examine something on the ground. Two giant footprints were in the muddy underbrush of the forest, right next to a tree.

“It’s huge...it has to be from a Direwolf.” He added as Phasvi approached.

“Why are there only two prints though?” Phasvi questioned, putting her polearm up against the tree as she bent down to examine the very large footprint- easily double, even triple the size of her head. Suddenly there was something wet that dripped onto her exposed shoulder. Phasvi reached to her shoulder and wiped it away out of instinct. In the corner of her, she noticed a red tint to the liquid. Blood, she thought.

Phasvi jumped up and grabbed her weapon. She got into a defensive position to protect herself and Azkaet, who was still on the ground.

As this all occurred, Adra investigated by herself through the eyes of the trees. Above the ground, a vine grew closer to a leaf that was blood-red and had soft, brown fur surrounding it on branches. "They are in the trees," Adra gasped as she forced herself out of her nature-vision.
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