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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 19, 2010 14:25:13 GMT -5
Rules of the Thread:1. Thread centers primarly on Valmar and Draven. Any vampires that wish to join the bloodshed, fill free to join. (I guess any werecreature could join too) 2. Post according to order. If a person doesn't post in 3 days or says they'll skip, next person in line can post. Plot:Valmar and Draven attack the werecreature's most holy land in order to provoke war between the two races. Thread music?www.youtube.com/watch?v=cc7XS4fCwDsActually, quite fits the scenerio. Both missions require killing innocent civilians in order to provoke two forces into war. ------------- Yina is considered neutral ground for the werecreatures. Here, werewolves and werecats set a side their differences as they meditate in the hopes of spiritial unity. For a vampire, however, it's the perfect chance for a bloodthursty slaughter, and with the right conditions, a chance to further provoke the two races. Hidden in the trees and shrubs, Valmar was waiting for the right time to attack. He was dressed in hides of werewolves he had skin from battles past. He wasn't wearing his signitured armor because of the spar he had with Ashemir. His arm was still scorned from his improvised molotav, but he kept it well hidden. He wouldn't have worned it anyways, simply because it would of made him more noticible. He powdered himself in ash and sulfer, so he would smell more like those filthy dogs. His weapon of choice were custom claws, made to look like the attackers were werewolf. Besides Draven, the general also recruited Tartus, a faithful soldier of his. He too wore the same display of pelts that his general wore. He also shared the same similar taste for blood. The slicked black haired vampire was giving overwatch. Over the weeks, Tartus has been scouting the holy land: tracking the number of worshippers coming in and out while plotting the best time to attack. Any minute now, and the operation is go.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 19, 2010 14:32:05 GMT -5
Draven was with Valmar, crouched down and watching everything. He had left his cloak and single sword behind at the edge of Yina so that he could be silent. And he had borrowed one or two of Valmar's werewolf skins. Coated in ashes much the same as the general, his dark outfit was grayed and he was watching everything with bright, wary eyes. He glanced up at Valmar, still frustrated with the other vampire greatly. He had voiced his disgust with Valmar before they had left for Yina from the mountain and he had even given a warning that the general was to leave Ashemir alone (though he was fairly certain Valmar didn't really care what he had to say). "When are we going?" he asked, his voice a whisper.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 19, 2010 14:48:57 GMT -5
"Soon, Draven, soon," whispered Valmar, eyeing Tartus for the signal. The general could tell the mercenary wasn't too happy with the whole "Ashemir" incident. Clearly, the whole thing would of been avoided in the first place if Draven did what he was told and caught Ashemir. The general would of left the blonde with only a slap. That's the price of insuborbination.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 19, 2010 14:59:46 GMT -5
Draven grumbled quietly and looked back out at their surroundings. He didn't like the calm and silence here and it was beginning to drive him nuts having to wear this damn skin. Not to mention his only outfit was now covered in ashes and he'd have to actually wash them again. With a frown, he sighed and glanced back at Valmar again, bronze eyes still furious, though he was behaving himself under Ashemir's request. As much as he was prepared to drop his position under Valmar's control, he would stick with it to ensure Seriah had information if it came to that.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 19, 2010 16:57:58 GMT -5
Valmar glanced at Draven and could tell he was losing his patience. Clearly, that was one thing he didn't like about this mercenary. Yeah, he maybe highly skilled but he lacked patience. The general has been waiting for this raid for centuries.
"I can tell by your look that you don't like waiting," he whispered, "But we got to make sure that everything falls in the right place. As soon the werecat followers are at the center and unarmed, we make our attack."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 19, 2010 19:25:59 GMT -5
"I'm perfectly fine with waiting," Draven whispered back, his quiet tone frustrated. "I just want to get this job done with and get out of here. The calm is bothering me." And so are you, he thought, though he knew better than to say it. He just wanted to get out of Yina and back to his normal jobs. Hopefully he wouldn't be asked to stay in that damn mountain. The caverns were too dark and he hated the echoing stone tunnels. Not to mention, being stuck in the mountain would mean Valmar could come ask him for anything at any point in time. He'd hate that. With an irritated sigh, he glared away from Valmar, crouching even lower as he waited.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 20, 2010 12:35:40 GMT -5
The general merely shook his head. Mercenaries, can never be satisfied. After some time waiting, Tartus waved his hand at Valmar, signaling it was time to move. "Come, we're moving out," Valmar whispered to Draven. They proceed to get up but hutched over to keep a low profile.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 20, 2010 13:38:56 GMT -5
Draven followed after Valmar silently, his gaze sweeping their surroundings as they moved. His hunched stature made it uncomfortable to walk but he feared standing and moving would only bring attention to them. So for the time being, he watched Valmar's back and followed him closely, wishing the job were already done. This was going to be bloody and he was almost unnerved by doing it. But he knew for Seriah's plan to work (he completely blew off the point that it was mostly Valmar's plan) he would have to make this work perfectly. So he stifled a sigh and followed without question or sound.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 20, 2010 14:38:36 GMT -5
The group creeped through the forest, Valmar was taking the lead. The general took care in not having their positioned revealed. However, there was a strong scent in the air, lavender. Using hand gestures, the general ordered the group to halt. It was definatly a werecat in the way. The general tapped on Tartus and ordered him to care of the problem.
Tartus was the same height as Draven, but he did have a larger built. The soldier gladly obeyed his general as he creeped through the bushes to find the sentry. It turned out the werecat was deep in mediation, so deep, that he didn't realize the vampire behind him. Using his own disgression, he punched feline in the neck with great force, cracking it from its location, killing him with one strike. With the werecat taken out, Tartus waved his arm over that the coast was clear.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 20, 2010 14:49:08 GMT -5
That seemed a rather low blow but Draven shrugged and continued forward, now close to Valmar's side. That was one down. Now what did the general have planned? "Are we spreading out or staying as one?" he whispered, looking at Valmar with his bright eyes. He was ready to do what he needed to help the vampire cause, as long as it didn't interfere with his beliefs. And so killing Werecreatures was an easy, and stress relieving, task for him.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 20, 2010 15:02:31 GMT -5
"I perfer if we were kept together," answered Valmar, "it'll maxinize our killing capibitly when we reach our desination." He kept walking deeper and deeper into the forest, trying to pick up a large scent of werecat. "Our target is a werecat congegation. A small group of worshippers, about twenty in number. We're going to meet up with another small group, like ours, that'll help with the slaughter."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 20, 2010 15:32:15 GMT -5
Draven nodded his head and continued after Valmar in silence. The tension was beginning to grow and his chest felt tight. The scent of werecreatures, both wolf and cat, was beginning to get strong and he could only hope they didn't get caught. A small group would be easy to take out, but if the other Weres became aware of the attack, all hell would break loose. So he could feel his nerves on end as he followed.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 20, 2010 16:37:56 GMT -5
The scent of werefilth was getting stronger. The smell of levender with the hint of ash was filling the general's lungs. It was only a matter of time before the raid will commence. However, Valmar worried why the other group was taking so long.
In the corner in the general's eye, he saw an image that threatened the mission. A werewolf was scavenging the area. It must of been drawn by the group's smell. Valmar hoped the dog wouldn't see them, but it spotted them. The wolf was about howl, to warn the rest the forset, but it was silenced as the whiz of a bolt stuck it in it's throat. The Roman turned to see where the shot came from. It so happened it came from the second group.
All three of the vampires in the corresponding group were wearing pelts. The soldier in the center, armed with the crossbow, was Brutus. He was the team leader and Valmar's second in command.
"You should be a bit careful, Valmar, you almost got caught," smirked the Colonel.
"Well, clearly I was merely testing you," replied the General, "Besides you are late. How far are we from the target?"
"About a good 100 yards from here," replied Brutus. "Just follow your nose."
"But I'm tried of their smell."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 20, 2010 16:56:39 GMT -5
Draven had yet to meet all these other vampires of Valmar's army and he seemed even more tense as the second group approached. He released a heavy sigh and looked between Brutus and Valmar, waiting for them to continue. There wasn't a lot more he could do; the general would have his ass if he tried to scout ahead and begin. And the wait was beginning to wear on him, as was impatience. "Can we get on with this?" he muttered, giving Valmar a frustrated look. "I'm tired of waiting."
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 20, 2010 17:10:18 GMT -5
"Of course," replied Valmar, "Tartus, take point." The squad got together and continued their stalk through the forest. The deeper they got, the stronger the scent was. The general became more anxious as soon they'll be able to spill wereblood on their holy land. What a trimeph for the general.
Finally, they made it to the congegation. Werecats of all ages, male and female, were sitting in a circle around a grand tree. There were a few werewolves in the mix, but that didn't matter to the general. He simply smiled at the helpless animals that were about to be attacked.
"Remember, no quarter, no mercy," whispered Valmar before waving the order to attack.
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