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The War of Lilacs
Spring and Autumn march once more.
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The Court of Spring ~ War Tent
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- #162
The pixie nodded. "Anything you can do keep him going. The Lady has taken a liking to the young knight and told me that she wishes to see him come through the purification process relatively unscathed. She also seems to have taken an interest in the boy's steed as well. Gods only know why. You can talk to it as well if you'd like, however." Bite shrugs and then dashes off through the air to get back to work.
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"Court of Spring and allies!" Lady Bresee's voice echoed across the radio waves late into the afternoon, her tone both triumphant and proud whilst still maintaining that sense of cold command she was known for. "I would like to congratulate you all upon your recent successes in the field! Over the course of these past couple days, we have struck a major blow to the Court of Lilacs and have removed three of their commanders from the chain of command!" She pauses for a few moments before continuing. "We must not grow complacent, however, as today's sunset shall mark the beginning of our counteroffensive! Tonight we begin to march into those lands taken and corrupted by the Queen of Lilacs and her Filth!"
"Knight Collins and Stray-Hound! I trust that the pair of you are wholly prepared to move out at this point in time? From our reports, we are now certain that the enemy has taken the lands and city to the Southwest of your current position. If you so wish, you may lead those forces into those lands and retake them at this time. If you require reinforcements, we shall have Sir Price open a portal to your current position and will provide you with them."
"Tear Marcotte, I wish for you to return back to the main camp so as to help in the purification of a young knight and his steed. I know that this must come as quite the annoyance to you, but you currently are the best chance these two have at surviving the process. You shall also find a newly captured commander of the Red Hand there. From what I have been told, he is Queen Karaliene's lover and fiancee."
"Sir Burnet..." She pauses and sighs. "I would like to thank you for your actions against those enemy troops stationed in the Weimar region [12]. Despite acting explicitly against my orders, you managed to create enough of a distraction that it provided our own forces with an advantage in the Battle of Sommerda. As such, I feel honored to ask you to accompany Sir Haeftenn and I in our march into the West. From what I recall, you are one suited for combat and this march would fit into that skill set nicely. I would think Elisha would also be adept in the environment we would be entering."
"Do these plans sound agreeable?" She pauses as she awaits a response.
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"Court of Spring and allies!" Lady Bresee's voice echoed across the radio waves late into the afternoon, her tone both triumphant and proud whilst still maintaining that sense of cold command she was known for. "I would like to congratulate you all upon your recent successes in the field! Over the course of these past couple days, we have struck a major blow to the Court of Lilacs and have removed three of their commanders from the chain of command!" She pauses for a few moments before continuing. "We must not grow complacent, however, as today's sunset shall mark the beginning of our counteroffensive! Tonight we begin to march into those lands taken and corrupted by the Queen of Lilacs and her Filth!"
"Knight Collins and Stray-Hound! I trust that the pair of you are wholly prepared to move out at this point in time? From our reports, we are now certain that the enemy has taken the lands and city to the Southwest of your current position. If you so wish, you may lead those forces into those lands and retake them at this time. If you require reinforcements, we shall have Sir Price open a portal to your current position and will provide you with them."
"Tear Marcotte, I wish for you to return back to the main camp so as to help in the purification of a young knight and his steed. I know that this must come as quite the annoyance to you, but you currently are the best chance these two have at surviving the process. You shall also find a newly captured commander of the Red Hand there. From what I have been told, he is Queen Karaliene's lover and fiancee."
"Sir Burnet..." She pauses and sighs. "I would like to thank you for your actions against those enemy troops stationed in the Weimar region [12]. Despite acting explicitly against my orders, you managed to create enough of a distraction that it provided our own forces with an advantage in the Battle of Sommerda. As such, I feel honored to ask you to accompany Sir Haeftenn and I in our march into the West. From what I recall, you are one suited for combat and this march would fit into that skill set nicely. I would think Elisha would also be adept in the environment we would be entering."
"Do these plans sound agreeable?" She pauses as she awaits a response.
Inkwell
New Member
Jules message comes in short and sweet. The static on the radio makes it all but clear that it's a model he picked up somewhere on the go.
"Someone used Avery as bait. I made it clear from the beginning I was here for Avery. Not only did my friend lose an arm, but you hang her out to dry and let her think she was infected afterwards. If you had wanted me in the field you would not have fucked over my friend like that. I am going to where Avery is, and I am sticking to her side so nothing will happen to her again."
And with that, Jules made his way back towards the main camp in Thuringia
"Someone used Avery as bait. I made it clear from the beginning I was here for Avery. Not only did my friend lose an arm, but you hang her out to dry and let her think she was infected afterwards. If you had wanted me in the field you would not have fucked over my friend like that. I am going to where Avery is, and I am sticking to her side so nothing will happen to her again."
And with that, Jules made his way back towards the main camp in Thuringia
Ms. Zhuge
Member
"yes, me." Gillian's deadpan, sandpaper voice rolled out across the radio, carrying none of the passive glamours that her in-person appearance offered. "already forgiven."
With that accomplished, Gillian made plans to rendezvous with Lady Bresee's unit, bidding Colt return to London.
With that accomplished, Gillian made plans to rendezvous with Lady Bresee's unit, bidding Colt return to London.
Theo Collins
New Member
Theo would grab the radio from his pocket and bring it close to speak in. "As you wish, my Lady. We will leave immediately toward the east and liberate it."
Theo then would yell down toward the troops, "Time to head out troops! We march to the east!"
Theo then would yell down toward the troops, "Time to head out troops! We march to the east!"
Viyola Marcotte
Supporter
Viyola had already begun moving towards the camp, her thoughts preoccupied with the further destruction that the Queen was likely going to bring during Vi's own time away from the area. But she had faith that they could all march forward. When she was addressed, she simply replied, "Understood."
The fight that the Queen and her had been expecting would have to wait -- for good reason as well, as a proper talk with the Red Hand commander was long overdue.
The fight that the Queen and her had been expecting would have to wait -- for good reason as well, as a proper talk with the Red Hand commander was long overdue.
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- #167
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- #168
Late into the afternoon, a worn out Avery trudges her way into the war tent. Where her right arm had once been there is now a large growth of aquatic plants and vines, roots digging deeply into the nixie's shoulder as the prosthetic limb continues to take shape; all but the hand seeming to have formed at this point in time. The Courier of Spring takes her seat at the main table and begins to look over the maps there without saying much of anything as she works to keep her mind off the pain in her shoulder and/or the phantom sensations of her past limb.
Viyola Marcotte
Supporter
In the radio a day or two after Viyola settled, she took the radio.
"Lady Besee! Ma'am! Are you here? It's Tear Marcotte. I don't know if you follow Twitter... erm, the social feeds. Internet. I have spoken with Egle... uh, the Queen. She wishes to surrender, with as little injury to herself, her child, and her... lover, I guess, as possible. She will be sending her troops in mostly self-defense, if only to meet yours..."
If anyone was in the tent, they would hear her approaching the tent itself, holding her personal radio, before she entered. She froze a second upon seeing Avery with her limb, then continued, staring at the Fae still in shock. "I... uhm... right, yes. If there's any issue with this, or if you'd like me to communicate further with the Queen, please let me know." She clicked the radio off, her arm dropping to her side, and continued staring at Avery, letting her presence process.
"Wow, uh..." She looked around a bit nervously, then smiled at the Courier of Spring. "Hey, wow. I'm glad you're alright."
"Lady Besee! Ma'am! Are you here? It's Tear Marcotte. I don't know if you follow Twitter... erm, the social feeds. Internet. I have spoken with Egle... uh, the Queen. She wishes to surrender, with as little injury to herself, her child, and her... lover, I guess, as possible. She will be sending her troops in mostly self-defense, if only to meet yours..."
If anyone was in the tent, they would hear her approaching the tent itself, holding her personal radio, before she entered. She froze a second upon seeing Avery with her limb, then continued, staring at the Fae still in shock. "I... uhm... right, yes. If there's any issue with this, or if you'd like me to communicate further with the Queen, please let me know." She clicked the radio off, her arm dropping to her side, and continued staring at Avery, letting her presence process.
"Wow, uh..." She looked around a bit nervously, then smiled at the Courier of Spring. "Hey, wow. I'm glad you're alright."
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- #170
Avery looks over at Viyola and smiles softly. "Hey... Glad I'm alright too."
The Courier's musical voice is softer than usual, the generally warm and caring tone far more subdued as she tries to hide the great pain and discomfort that she was still in. It almost seemed as if something else had been taken from Avery along with her arm, the nixie placing her wooden hand upon the table as she slowly pushes her way into a standing position. She looks Viyola in the eyes and the tear could see the mental exhaustion and strain of recent events had begun to take its toll upon the woman despite her attempts to hide it.
"I already spoke to Lady Bresee regarding Egle's surrender. We are still attempting to find a suitable location for your battle with her but, once that has been uncovered, I have been given the go-ahead to send you in to face her alone. None of our troops shall follow you so as to show our willingness to resolve this situation as peacefully as possible."
Avery suddenly grimaces and her left hand grabs at the twisted vines which grew from her other shoulder. She sits back down with a thud, eyes shut tight in grim determination, and Viyola would hear the creaking of wood as roots dug further into the Courier's chest. "Gods... Darn it!"
The Courier's musical voice is softer than usual, the generally warm and caring tone far more subdued as she tries to hide the great pain and discomfort that she was still in. It almost seemed as if something else had been taken from Avery along with her arm, the nixie placing her wooden hand upon the table as she slowly pushes her way into a standing position. She looks Viyola in the eyes and the tear could see the mental exhaustion and strain of recent events had begun to take its toll upon the woman despite her attempts to hide it.
"I already spoke to Lady Bresee regarding Egle's surrender. We are still attempting to find a suitable location for your battle with her but, once that has been uncovered, I have been given the go-ahead to send you in to face her alone. None of our troops shall follow you so as to show our willingness to resolve this situation as peacefully as possible."
Avery suddenly grimaces and her left hand grabs at the twisted vines which grew from her other shoulder. She sits back down with a thud, eyes shut tight in grim determination, and Viyola would hear the creaking of wood as roots dug further into the Courier's chest. "Gods... Darn it!"
Viyola Marcotte
Supporter
"Oh." Vi stared back at Avery awkwardly after the initial explanation. "Uh... Okay. Well that ended up being unnecessary..." She scratched her head, moving towards the table, embarrassed.
She seemed a bit more hesitant to move towards the Fae once the wood grew more. For a bit, she barely knew what to say, but awkwardly stuttered out, "Um... are you... uh, are you alright? Is that supposed to be going that deep?"
She seemed a bit more hesitant to move towards the Fae once the wood grew more. For a bit, she barely knew what to say, but awkwardly stuttered out, "Um... are you... uh, are you alright? Is that supposed to be going that deep?"
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- #172
"Y-yeah... I'm alright..." The Fae stuttered through gritted teeth as she took in a couple uneasy breaths. "Having plants take root inside of your body so as to replace the arm you lost in the Gods-Blasted war you didn't even believe in hurts... It hurts a lot."
Leaning back in her seat, the nixie opens and closes her wooden fingers a few times as the pain began to subside, her remaining hand massaging the shoulder from which the naturally enchanted prosthetic grew. "It's all worth it..." She spoke aloud, her internal thoughts coming out as she forced herself to relax. "I'll be able to hold them again... I won't be missing anything but the feeling of it..."
Leaning back in her seat, the nixie opens and closes her wooden fingers a few times as the pain began to subside, her remaining hand massaging the shoulder from which the naturally enchanted prosthetic grew. "It's all worth it..." She spoke aloud, her internal thoughts coming out as she forced herself to relax. "I'll be able to hold them again... I won't be missing anything but the feeling of it..."
Viyola Marcotte
Supporter
"Well... you'll have them soon again." Vi moved into a seat at the table, then let out a long sigh.
"And, um, about Egle." She eyed the pieces on the table as she constructed the thoughts in her mind. "I spoke with Valantin, and with Egle. They both agreed, neither would want their child harmed. So Egle, um....
"She... doesn't wish to fight." Her eyes landed on the pieces representing those near the enemy's base.
"But I don't know what that means for her formal surrender. I still may need to meet her. And we still may need to be careful, because even if she surrenders... well, I don't know who else will or won't. We need to speak with her."
Her gaze moved back to Avery, and she gave a soft smile. "This is all moving in a better direction than we expected."
"And, um, about Egle." She eyed the pieces on the table as she constructed the thoughts in her mind. "I spoke with Valantin, and with Egle. They both agreed, neither would want their child harmed. So Egle, um....
"She... doesn't wish to fight." Her eyes landed on the pieces representing those near the enemy's base.
"But I don't know what that means for her formal surrender. I still may need to meet her. And we still may need to be careful, because even if she surrenders... well, I don't know who else will or won't. We need to speak with her."
Her gaze moved back to Avery, and she gave a soft smile. "This is all moving in a better direction than we expected."
Nocturnal_Nexus
Active Member
A figure suddenly emerged from the entrance to the sent. "Perhaps I can be of assistance?" The creature spoke. It sounded male with a prominent Romanian accent, yet it seemed gentle like a calming breeze.
He stands just bellow 6ft in height and appears very agile, yet here is strength in every step and gesture he makes. His face is obscured by a sacred mask made from the skull of a mighty stag. It is polished and shines upon a hood of feathers and bear skin that shrouds his features from curious eyes. Two dark antlers poke through the hood from either side of the skull. They twist a head and half's length towards the sky.
He gives a gracious bow towards the occupants of the war tent.
"I am known to my kin as Cezar. I was once a denizen of the Forest King's Court. Ms Thiews helped me find refuge in Autumn. I am here to repay the favour."
The fae's torso is clad in a brown bear pelt. It hangs over his shoulders like a cape. The paws meet in firm griP below his collarbone while the
hide protects his back. A mixture of beaded necklaces dangle around his neck. Beneath the strength of the bear is a green tunic wrapped in strands of leather. Each strand seems to carry the weight of a pouch.The fae wears slender gloves that accentuate his fingers. He is also adorned with medicine bags that are strapped to a snakeskin belt. His tattered tunic flows like reeds to his knees where it is met bystrong boots made from wolf fur.
Cezar steps closer and appears to gaze for a moment at Avery's plantae prosthetic. Although his face is hidden he does not hide his wonder and appreciation.
"I was told this Queen is of great importance to you...to both of you. She is with child?" He asks with a concerned yet caring tone.
He stands just bellow 6ft in height and appears very agile, yet here is strength in every step and gesture he makes. His face is obscured by a sacred mask made from the skull of a mighty stag. It is polished and shines upon a hood of feathers and bear skin that shrouds his features from curious eyes. Two dark antlers poke through the hood from either side of the skull. They twist a head and half's length towards the sky.
He gives a gracious bow towards the occupants of the war tent.
"I am known to my kin as Cezar. I was once a denizen of the Forest King's Court. Ms Thiews helped me find refuge in Autumn. I am here to repay the favour."
The fae's torso is clad in a brown bear pelt. It hangs over his shoulders like a cape. The paws meet in firm griP below his collarbone while the
hide protects his back. A mixture of beaded necklaces dangle around his neck. Beneath the strength of the bear is a green tunic wrapped in strands of leather. Each strand seems to carry the weight of a pouch.The fae wears slender gloves that accentuate his fingers. He is also adorned with medicine bags that are strapped to a snakeskin belt. His tattered tunic flows like reeds to his knees where it is met bystrong boots made from wolf fur.
Cezar steps closer and appears to gaze for a moment at Avery's plantae prosthetic. Although his face is hidden he does not hide his wonder and appreciation.
"I was told this Queen is of great importance to you...to both of you. She is with child?" He asks with a concerned yet caring tone.
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Pattern-Weld
Dreamcatcher Laboratories, CoV
During this time, Stray would be following orders to the letter.
Nick, on the other hand, would begin work with Charles on altering some Agartha conduits in an experiment to see if Charles teleportation work could be made easier.
Nick, on the other hand, would begin work with Charles on altering some Agartha conduits in an experiment to see if Charles teleportation work could be made easier.
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- #176
Avery looks to the newcomer, standing up once more so as to bow deeply to him.
"Yes. I consider the Queen of Lilacs to be something of a daughter to me." She sits back down, left hand moving across her body so as to massage her aching shoulder. "I would like to see both her and her child come out of this war unscathed if that is at all possible. From the way in which you speak, I can only assume that you would be capable of assisting us with that."
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"Yes. I consider the Queen of Lilacs to be something of a daughter to me." She sits back down, left hand moving across her body so as to massage her aching shoulder. "I would like to see both her and her child come out of this war unscathed if that is at all possible. From the way in which you speak, I can only assume that you would be capable of assisting us with that."
((END TURN 9))
Nocturnal_Nexus
Active Member
Cezar nods at her words. "My kin are guardians of the young. Ever watchful. Ever vigilant." He says proudly.
The fae then places a hand on his heart. "I am a Zâna of Romania. I possess the gift of life and I will do whatever I can to make sure both mother and child are unscathed."
The fae then places a hand on his heart. "I am a Zâna of Romania. I possess the gift of life and I will do whatever I can to make sure both mother and child are unscathed."
Viyola Marcotte
Supporter
Viyola examined the man as he spoke, then nodded, pushing herself up from the table and facing Cezar. "Then you'll be moving out with me, since I'll be seeing her... I'm Viyola Marcotte, I'm a Tear for Mattarias. It looks like the Queen expects me to go and purify her, so..." She shrugged, her eyes gazing back to the figure representing the Queen.
"Between the three of us, I expect the child to be okay as long as she is okay after the purification. So I would need you to watch after the Queen herself, keep an eye on her as I go through the process. Someone messed up their attempt once, don't want it to happen again."
The Tear rolled her shoulders back, straightened herself up, and moved towards the entrance. "Shall we?"
"Between the three of us, I expect the child to be okay as long as she is okay after the purification. So I would need you to watch after the Queen herself, keep an eye on her as I go through the process. Someone messed up their attempt once, don't want it to happen again."
The Tear rolled her shoulders back, straightened herself up, and moved towards the entrance. "Shall we?"
Nocturnal_Nexus
Active Member
Cezar listens carefully to Viyola and notes the seriousness of this purification process on a personal level.
"Well met, Ms Marcotte. I have walked this path through the forests for many years. Truth be told...the filth still puzzles me, but it should be no match for our combined efforts. I will not fail any of you." He says as he gestures towards tent's entrance.
"Lead the way."
"Well met, Ms Marcotte. I have walked this path through the forests for many years. Truth be told...the filth still puzzles me, but it should be no match for our combined efforts. I will not fail any of you." He says as he gestures towards tent's entrance.
"Lead the way."
Pattern-Weld
Dreamcatcher Laboratories, CoV
Nick would gather up some agartha conduits, and make his way towards the portal. "Fuck it." He said to himself. "I can take these on the road." His new invention, the anima enhanced earbuds giving him the confidence he needed to join the battle. Upon arriving, he would give a nod to Charles. "If I make any progress, I will send one back through the portal to you. Ok?"