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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Apr 13, 2014 4:30:18 GMT
Storm clouds swirled above Cedric’s head, angrily tousling his dyed blue hair with their accompanying puffs of wind. The sky was a dark dome, but not all around: just in the vicinity of this most curious, infuriating, and possibly world-shaking landmark.
He was scowling, glaring down from the prow of the drakkar at the island beneath him. It had appeared in the wake of the comet’s impact this morning.
For that was what the star had truly been: a comet. A comet hurtling towards earth… but apparently, this was not their usual meteor shower.
This comet had produced an island. An island covered by storm clouds as grey as steel and thick as sheep’s wool, and rimmed by a solid wall of giant brambles. There was no sun in the sky, his only illumination the flickers of lightning that leaped between the clouds above him, but did not flash down at the ground. There was no rain, either, only the humidity of it, and the static had charged the air with the bitter tang that signaled both metal and blood.
The technicians of the Drakonborg had quickly deemed it not safe for the giant population hub to go sailing immediately beneath such a charged part of the atmosphere, and as such, the Drakonrhedi had been dispersed through a fleet of smaller ships, the majority of which were drakkars. A few zeppelins lurked about towards the fringes of the ominous shade that hovered over the island, but the flammability of the gases necessary for keeping those ships afloat made them poor choices for sailing through a storm like this one.
After all, the only thing known about this island was how dangerously magical it was.
It had appeared that morning, with no preamble besides the explosion of debris from the comet’s impact. But instead of a crater, there was a nice little lump of land. It was easy to assume the island inhospitable, but Cedric held out hope. After all, he couldn’t help but note how easily defensible the entire place was. Its one sea entrance was via a bay in the southern part, which was a small inlet bound by cliffs and brambly woods. A rocky island in the middle of the bay had provided the Drakonrhedi with an admirable base for a tower—a tower that, despite the island’s newly born state, had already gained quite a bit of height. He thought he could glimpse a cave entrance on one of the cliffsides, and the lightning appeared to be reflecting off something deep in the woods—maybe a lake?
What the island held beyond that, one could only guess. But not for long.
“Definitely magical origin,” Ced muttered to himself, then stepped down from the prow of the drakkar and strode over to a table at the center of the deck. The other Vetrs were clustered around it.
“We make up teams yet?” he inquired upon his arrival. The Drakonrhedi would be separated into groups to explore the area better. Each team would be equipped with flare guns for communication and ordered to regroup after exploring their sector of the island.
Cedric fully expected some groups not to return.
One of the older members nodded his head. “Aye. The list’s right ‘ere.”
“So we’re entering as a large group, and then splitting up from there.” Ced raised an eyebrow. “A little brash, perhaps, but we do need efficiency in this regard. Certainly not the worst idea we could have come up with.” He shrugged a bit, then stepped back and pulled out a flare gun from its holster at his waist. Loading it with a blue cartridge, he pointed the thing skywards and pulled the trigger.
A plume of cerulean smoke shot skywards and into the thickness of the storm. As one, the ships began to converge, descending towards the island.
Some stopped at the edge of the bay, providing a backup in case something were to go wrong. Others, like the ship Cedric was on, descended further, coming to hover in front of the cliffs.
Through the fog that shrouded the isle, Ced could see a gap in the thorns, leading into the island. There was a shout from another ship, seconded by the shout of their navigator, showing him that others saw it too.
And then they were right beside the cliff.
Ced leaped onto Puck, who lunged from the ship’s edge into the charged skies, shooting like an arrow towards the island, the Vetrs leading the charge to the island’s mysterious shores. A flood of Drakonrhedi followed behind them, like flecks of iron pulled by a magnet.
Thud.
They had landed.
He bit his lip as Puck snarled, ruffling his wings and stalking forward. There was no way to fly on this path—the thorned trees covered it, knitting their branches together above and around the opening, only about three drakes wide.
An almost perfect natural archway. Cedric’s eyes narrowed.
“And headfirst into danger we plunge,” he murmured.
The older Vetr he’d conversed with before had his eyebrows pressed against each other, brow furrowed. “As much as I hate to say it, it may be best to leave the drakes behind. They may become more of a hindrance than anything. They won’t be able to fly, that’s for sure.”
“From my observations on our way in, the path should come to a clearing,” came the reply of a Pryfektus whose name Cedric knew as Ashson. “Flying in this storm appears to be a risky idea. Despite this, I would advise bringing the drakes. They give us our speed and maneuverability."
“There’s no chance that a behemoth could fit in there,” Ced spoke suddenly. “None that we know of, anyway. If we encounter something, it will be of a different ilk.”
Ashson blinked. “Well, yes, sir, but one should always be prepared when stepping into the unknown. It is true that drakes are most effective in aerial battles on plains against the behemoths. But they are ferocious fighters regardless of the foe.”
The older Vetr nodded. “I say we bring the drakes. Let’s move out, Drakonrhedi.”
And with that, the Drakonrhedi began their passage into the island, the Vetrs at the spear’s head.
| Tags: EVERYOEN DRAKONRHEDI but especially Talithe Anyadottir and Freya ForsdottirInspiration: Eternity Served ColdNotes: so i may have powerplayed a bi tthere i'm deeply sorry but i needed to give some folks something to reply to SO HERE YOU ARE GUYS THE NEXT STEP OF THE PLOT (and for those of you paying attention yes Ashson is one of Vykhlu's aliases) |
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Post by Thorulf Donalbain on Apr 13, 2014 17:33:01 GMT
Thorulf hadn't slept very well that night. Or rather, he hadn't slept at all. Thirty minutes was all the time he'd had to allow his head to hit the pillow before he was untimely stirred again. The early hours of the morning had been spent busying himself with tasks that mainly consisted of planning the following expedition - he'd had no time to collect his thoughts and gather his own judgement about the current events, but the mood of the entire organization was collective as a whole. There was wonder, and curiosity, but there was also fear. The Tiros were frightened, the Iduneus' nervous, the Pryfektus' uncomfortable with the sudden lack of order and the Vetrs coldly distant. Under the front of structured routine, the threat of panic was bubbling away, Thorulf could see it. You don't survive this long in the Drakonrhedi without reading certain psychological messages as easily as an alphabet book.
In regards to his own assessment of the situation, Thorulf joined his fellow Pryfektus' in opinion; there was more confusion than anything else. Thorulf had come to expect of lot of bizarre nonsense in his years, and while this took the cake, there wasn't much room for fear in his heart. However, he still had a very bad feeling about this whole situation; a comet falls from the sky and instead of shattering the earth's crust it forms a perfectly well-structured island in the middle of the ocean? Who wouldn't be skeptical about such outlandish circumstances? Still, as it was in typical Drakonrhedi fashion - charge first, ask questions later, and they had done exactly that.
Presently, Thorulf was atop Talon, who perched precariously on the brow of the drakkar that hovered overhead the island. The drake was making peculiar growling sounds, and Thorulf knew them to be sounds of concern, which was a rare thing to hear from Talon, and that unsettled him. The beast was usually so care-free and full of such boisterous spunk, but the deep bond the duo shared allowed Thorulf to know exactly when Talon could sense a bad omen in the air, on the wind, in the ground, whatever, and he found himself gently stroking the drake's flanks to bring him comfort and to reassure himself as well. He sat patiently, awaiting commands and casting his eyes onto the island. The mass of thick, brambled foliage, the jagged cliff edges and the thickening mist was altogether a harrowing sight, but Thorulf was determined to keep his composure, even if Talon could sense the mood.
Suddenly there was a burst of blue out of the corner of his eye, as a bright shot of cerulean spiraled into the sky, and Thorulf knew it to be Vetr's Vyrrson's signal. The ships began to descend towards the island, but the agitated growls of Talon only increased in volume the closer they came to the edge. There was a sudden rumble of thunder that nearly blocked the shouts of the Drakonrhedi navigators, but the messages seemed to hit home, as all airships came to slow, grinding halt and were suspended in the air.
Thorulf watched as from the edge of a nearby drakkar, Vetr Vyrrson descended with his drake into the howling wind, followed closely behind by his fellow Vetrs. Thorulf nodded at their departure, allowing the higher-ranking officers to pass first before turning his head back. Behind him were a group of other Drakonrhedi, all mixed ranks, all atop drakes (although the tiros were hitching a ride with their fellow comrades) and all awaiting Thorulf's command, as he'd been tasked with look-out duty. "Now!" he barked, voice loud but still competing with the thunder that droned overhead. Talon gave a cry as Thorulf kicked the beast on and both rider and drake lurched forward, Talon's wings stretching vastly like oppressive black shadows and beating against the encroaching mist. The wind screeched past Thorulf's ears and the chill nipped at his face, but still he clung on, an almighty scowl creasing his face as they hurtled towards the island.
He landed with a few of the others, coming in close behind the Vetrs that had gone before them. Talon landed a little way back from the group, despite Thorulf trying to urge him forward, but the drake was stubborn, and took heavy convincing to even take a single step. He was making loud whimpers and yelps, his movements skittered and erratic, much like a spooked horse. Something troubled him, and Thorulf recognized that a lot of a his protests came from his innate desire to protect his rider. Still, this was not the time for cold feet. Besides, his drake seemed to be the only one at present letting his less than pleased voice be heard, which Thorulf found to be rather embarrassing, and he subconsciously prayed Larael wasn't nearby.
Up ahead, he could see the thick, intertwining foliage of the dense forest before them, and the curious opening the twisted branches formed, like a macabre wedding arch. "Like someone wants to welcome us." he noted numbly at a murmur, his brow furrowing. Behemoths didn't scare him, hordes of rebel viking warriors, not a single blink...but creepily formed archways that led out into an unexplored jungle of bramble were seemingly not sitting well with the Pryfektus, or his drake for that matter.
Suddenly, a command from Cedric up at the front of the pack.
“I say we bring the drakes. Let’s move out, Drakonrhedi.”
"Come on, Talon." Thorulf urged, gently tapping the beast on with his heels, but once Talon realised they were heading into the abyss of the island, he let out an audible screech and reared, catching Thorulf slightly off guard. Thankfully, he regained his composure quickly, and barked at his drake to calm himself instantly or he was going to loose his temper. Of course, he could never be truly angry at his beloved mount, but usually the threat was enough to bring Talon to his senses. But not this time; the usually fearless beast seemed incredibly fearful now, continuing to rear up and emit loud, high-pitched barks of displeasure, trying his best to double back, but Thorulf kept a firm, tugging grip on the reins. "Talon, stop!" came his frantic yell, just as the beast let out a loud screech that pierced the air like a sharp knife. Apparently the fear was contagious, as Talon's protests seemed to trigger a couple of other nearby drakes to launch into near-hysterics, and one nearly bucked their rider clean off. Thorulf knew he had to calm Talon down as quickly as possible before anyone was hurt, but such a panic was so uncharacteristic of Talon, that the Pryfektus found himself slightly unprepared.
"What's got into you? Calm down!" Talon seemed to quieten then, but only by a fraction, still emitting frightened mews and agitated snorts. Thorulf reached forward and softly stroked the beast's neck, feeling the vibrations of Talon's panicked sounds rumble throughout his throat. Nevertheless, the calming sensation Thorulf provided seemed to calm the drake down, as the Pryfektus felt the creature's muscles relax a little beneath him. Thorulf had to provide a composed example otherwise they weren't going anywhere. "I'm here, Talon, alright?" he murmured, voice now low and soothing. The beast gave a ruffle, but seemed to respond well to Thorulf's reassurance. There was still deep unease there, but more importantly, there was trust, and slowly but surely, Talon took a cautious step forward, followed by another, and then another, until they were moving at a sufficient walking pace behind the others.
Tags: urrr anyone i guess
Inspiration: scared flappy fluffy lizards things
Notes: BAD DRAKE BAD.
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Apr 15, 2014 2:20:06 GMT
The sun withheld itself beyond a thick layer of grey, as though it shut itself away from the events soon to befall. The ashen blanket of clouds hovered ominously above the unsettling scene; the harbringers of ruin taking their stance.
Everything was silent.
A seemingly vacant island loitered beneath their feet, its relative serenity making little impact on the vessels that enveloped it. The suspense was strung high in the air—not a single word was uttered, anticipation emanating from every angle.
It was the comet that brought them there. The comet that brought the island to the ruined world in which they lurked. Freya had no doubt that this expedition would be lethal, bound to result the futile end of many of the Drakonrhedi. People constantly succumbed to the unyielding forces of their burdened land, although this appeared to be an ambush towards hell's gates.
No, she didn't disagree with the journey. She knew it would be inevitable, and preferred not to dwell on the outcome.
Uncharted territories were not to be tread on lightly.
A ruffling breeze fingered her hair as a Vetr made his stance.
"Shouldn't we investigate the realm on all ends? Send the individual patrols to their assigned sector?"
Freya sighed. "Yes, but we have no knowledge on the island. We can't afford to charge in any more aimlessly than we already are." She shifted in her chair, saying, "Look, I don't expect us to leave this place unscathed, but we need as much manpower as we can get."
The Vetr mumbled in agreement. It wasn't much of a dispute—they practically knew their course of action straight from the beginning.
"We make up teams yet?"
Freya averted her attention to the blue-haired man, one of the older Vetrs handing him their aforementioned plan.
“So we’re entering as a large group, and then splitting up from there. A little brash, perhaps, but we do need efficiency in this regard. Certainly not the worst idea we could have come up with.”
Cedric raised the flare gun, the conspicuous blue smoke cascading into the air as the ships began their descent.
The adjacent Vetrs began to mount their drakes, plummeting into the dormant storm and towards the unknown. One by one they fell, until she remained alone on the vacated drakkar.
She quickly stepped towards Dagr, swinging her legs over his eager spine. "You ready?" She whispered. The drake responded with a gruff purr.
A half-hearted smirk molded onto her lips, squeezing her thighs as the beast took its plunge.
The drake pulled up as the two neared the earth, alleviating onto the soil with relative grace. She dismounted alongside the others, taking in the eerie scene. The condensed trees loomed far above her head; the storm rumbled with distaste. The convenient archway caused a quirk of her brow, paying no mind to the debating Drakonhrhedi behind her.
This expedition would surely be an interesting one.
“I say we bring the drakes. Let’s move out, Drakonrhedi.”
Freya refocused on the matter at hand, her gaze shifting towards the conglomeration of people. Soldiers. Being lead to their death, no doubt. She acknowledged the fact that today could easily their last, if not for Vetr herself.
She pushed the thought aside, turning towards Dagr. "Guess you're stuck with me," She said. The drake gave the woman a sideways glance, snorting lightly.
She sighed. The grip on her golden trident tightened, poised threateningly towards the threshold.
Tags: um um idk everyone
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Notes: sorry this is bad the quality of this post just went ppppcpcchhhwaard
Also I'm sorry that I kinda cut it a little short
Table made by Kyvestra.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Apr 23, 2014 3:02:51 GMT
 It was a rather boring day. In fact, the entire atmosphere of the situation seemed daft. This event was beyond unanticipated; entirely ludicrous, even through the well-worn eyes of the Drakonrhedi. Behemoths? Absolutely. Magic? You bet. An inscrutable island conveniently appearing after the sudden impact of an extraterrestrial meteorite? If they had a line prior to this experience, the suspicious space matter would have crossed it. An abrupt breeze split through the already crisp air, forcing a shivering bout down the Iduneus' vulnerable spine as her blue hair was callously tossed over her head. She craned her neck and attempted to lash her locks back into their proper position. It didn't impair her vision, of course; the crimson blindfold was a bit of a "red flag" on that regard. It was merely for comfort purposes. God forbid that, in lieu of the raging discomfort throughout the whole of the Drakonrhedi, the minor juxtaposition of her hair be permitted. Ah, Ade could practically smell the anxiety. Iduneus made up the majority of the drakkar that she occupied, although there were a decent percentage of stray Pyrfektus on the roster. In fact, she believed that she even witnessed the presence of a Tiro or two. She wasn't sure, of course. Based on her knowledge, any of these unfamiliar auras could be that of a Tiro. Regardless, they all withheld the same acute sense of fear. Some were mildly ambiguous, while others were reeking of the foul emotion. And who could blame them? This was some scary stuff. You didn't have to be an aura reader to fully comprehend the gravity of the situation. Her fingertips traced the coarse fur of the drake beside her, gently kneading at its protruding tufts. Even the beast had an undermined state of content - fear reigned over its complexion. A salient noise erupted from a nearby ship, the chain of drakkars descending to the depths below. The Drakonrhedi peeled away from them just as quickly, Ade amongst the flock. She reached the earth with a noticeable thud, seeking refuge in the large mass of beached riders. Confusion. Excitement. Fear. Fear. Fear. A man's drake began to fret, which caused a mild uproar throughout the section. Drakes and humans alike began to fidget nervously. Ade stroked Fern's fur in a semi-comforting manner, a small trickle of saliva running down her throat. This was it, then? This was how it all would begin. Some would die. Some wouldn't last a second. Her weapons clanked noisily against her waist, both rider and drake being swept into the belly of the beast. Tags: you know who you are
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Notes: okay wow this seemed longer and less dumb in my mind and i just got really lazy after a while im sorry
Table made by Opal.
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Post by Njall Mikhailsson on May 4, 2014 0:01:00 GMT
The gravity of the situation hadn’t quite fallen on him. It was a strange sort of denial, the kind you go into in order to preform your duty, no matter the cost. Which, he supposed, was why he wasn’t really affected by such pressure.
One could also argue the game of ‘Catch the Tiro’ an Iduneus next to him was playing had something to do with it. It was comical, despite the situation. Njall smirked. He recognized the other Iduneus by his face, but not his name. The Tiro he didn’t know at all, although if all lived to tell the tale, he’d definitely know his face.
Of course, all things vaguely light-hearted stopped when the flare shot into the dark sky.
Feidlimid growled deep in her chest, and he could feel the vibrations ride up and down his legs. He patted and rubbed her shoulder until she stopped, before taking the reins and adjusting his grip. He glanced at the Iduneus from earlier, who was now atop his own drake, tiny Tiro arms wrapped around his waist.
Out of the three of them, there was a very high chance one of them would die. Two, even. Perhaps even all of them. The air was charged with it, an aura of foreboding, an aura that demanded sacrifice. One would be a fool not to see it. And Njall would argue that he was most definitely not a fool. Not now. Not anymore.
A cliff. A wall of bramble. The mist enveloped them, embraced them, leaving behind the horrid feeling of being wet without actually being so.
Someone barked out an order. “Now!”
He clenched his legs tight over Feidlimid, adding a flick in his motions. She bounded forward, entering position with practiced ease. The rolling of powerful muscles beneath him used to make him uncomfortable, but now it let some sort of calmness wash over him. A sense of power, too, even if it wasn’t his own. She had a terrible case of misanthropy, sure, but she could fly once let out of the gate.
And let out of the gate she was.
They landed a little harder than he was used to, but he managed to control any surprise with a grunt. His drake let out a snort and he snorted back.
The order to move out was given, and they started forward. Or at least, they would have, as some poor sod’s drake began to rear itself. He was certain it was a Pryfektus, though which one he couldn’t seem to recall. A smirk crossed his face. How embarrassing for him.
Feidlimid shook herself, snorting with laughter at her alarmed rider. Njall grit his teeth together and forced her forward with sharp kicks. She was growling again, whether it was at him or the situation he couldn’t really fathom.
He straightened himself out, staring over the heads of other Drakonrhedi into the depths of the bramble arch. We’ve been let out of one gate only to come to another. Only this was an abyss, full of nothing but painful promises. Well, maybe that was a bit overdramatic. But the idea of it being just that didn't settle his nerves any less. He kicked lightly into Feid's side, and she slowly, but steadily, move forward.
((Sorry it's so short I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. ;~; ))
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on May 17, 2014 4:55:40 GMT
Thoughts of Shakespeare, for once, stayed far from Cedric's mind.
He was focused entirely on his surroundings. Being the first of this procession seemed awful dangerous, much like sticking one's face into a bush potentially filled with an ambush, and he was particularly disinclined to dying on this specific day. It wasn't just this, though--he had a remarkably large amount to lose in this group of people and beasts. His drake, his blue-haired partner for missions, some of his closest friends... he wasn't in the mood to endanger them either.
Ced glanced around, finding Ade close. This was good, not just because he could keep an eye on her--but because he could use her unique talent.
"Iduneus D'Aufai," he called, but in a hushed tone appropriate for the uneasily still and silent atmosphere. "I believe I have a general idea of peoples' feelings on this expedition, but I'm curious to know whether fear or caution prevails in our ranks."
Despite his conversation, he did not turn to face her, instead keeping his gaze ahead. That was where the danger lay, of course--his flanks were being watched by the rest of the column.
My, he didn't envy those on rear guard. Point was hard enough.
Several Pryfektus were also clustered close to him, he gathered from a quick glance before they pressed too far into the forest. He'd need them later, but for now...
"Ashson, Donalbain, I want you watching to our sides slightly. Pass the word down--those on the sides, watch the sides; those in the back, watch the back; those in the middle... watch the sky." He risked a glance up, finding a tangle of brambles obscuring his view of the pressing cloud cover. "Or, well, as much as you can see."
Lightning flickered between the thunderheads.
Puck let out a discontented rumble, and Ced licked his lips.
Wait.
Up ahead, the forest was clearing.
"Drakonrhedi, on guard," he announced, a little louder.
Slowly, almost painfully so, he emerged alongside the others at the front of the column into a clearing about the size of a small plaza. A stream of rushing water, appearing grey in the sky, ambled through it, curving at one point around a huge dead tree standing in the middle like a sentinel.
And by huge, he meant...
"Bloody hell."
His head tilted upwards, brow furrowing in disbelief and mouth opening in alarm.
The thing was huge, at least as large as a tower, with boughs wide enough for two drakes to pass abreast. Its branches snaked upwards like jagged, bony fingers, presenting a formidable front of wood smoothly shining in the storm's light.
Puck stepped forward, the drake's gaze in the same direction as his master's, expressing much the same emotions.
Cedric took a deep breath, then turned. "Drakonrhedi, explore the clearing. I want a record of all possible trails or other notable landmarks."
| Tags: EVERYONE Inspiration: haha what the onlyr eason i could get through this is because of this songNotes: YAY GUYS PLOT TIME I ACTUALLY PULLED TOGETHER MSUE For those of you who aren't staff: notable landmarks include an entrance to caves, a path that appears to lead towards another clearing, a path that leads off into more thornwoods, and a path that leads into what appears to be a marsh. |
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Post by Thorulf Donalbain on May 27, 2014 14:30:34 GMT
Trying to juggle both orders from above and a stroppy, fretting drake was challenge enough, it didn't help that Thorulf was trying to battle with his own anxiety to boot. Prior to the party entering the bowels of island, the Pryfektus had merely been concerned with Talon's sudden spooking and trying to keep the beast under control before his actions led to someone getting hurt. But now, as they descended deeper into the proverbial belly of the beast, he found his lips tightening and chest getting heavier with rising apprehension. Judging from the faces of those around him, the feeling was mutual, which didn't help in concerns to calming down Talon, who fractured the otherwise biting silence with a piercing screech of uncertainty. The drake's gait was unsteady too, and Thorulf realised that occasionally whenever he stumbled (which was unlike Talon; despite his size, he usually maneuvered himself well) it was because his head was snapping around in different directions, scenting the air, tasting it, sensing something foul on the wind.
Vetr Vyrrson's sudden command almost made Thorulf. Almost.
"Ashson, Donalbain, I want you watching to our sides slightly. Pass the word down--those on the sides, watch the sides; those in the back, watch the back; those in the middle... watch the sky. Or, well, as much as you can see."
At the sound of his name, Thorulf's head turned immediately, his body instinctively adopting a military stance atop his drake, who would've copied if it wasn't for his worries. He nodded briefly at Ashson, an acknowledgement of orders. Admittedly, he didn't really know the other Pryfektus too well, but he seemed like an intelligent, highly-capable individual, so Thorulf gladly accepted the somewhat unity they now shared under command. Reigning Talon back a little so that they were now at an angle, Thorulf raised his head so that he could be heard, "You heard Vyrrson-" he began, voice loud and imposing, "-those on the sides, keep your eyes focused around you. Officers at the back keep in check of what's behind you. Those in middle, eyes up."
It didn't take a well trained eye to pick up on the nervous glance exchanged by a few of the troops, and Thorulf honed in on it like an eagle. He sympathized a little with some the younger members; their faces twisting in frowns, their glistening eyes wide in fearful wonder and that look of realization that there was probably no going back for some of them. In truth, Thorulf felt his heart ache a little bit, but there was no time for showing weakness now. He had to set a strong example, keep his own spirits up and -hopefully, others would follow suite.
The entire party eventually came to a clearing, in which stood a tree of gigantic proportions, towering above them, twisted and gnarled like a witch's thumb. The entire organization would have been cast in shadow if they weren't already under the gloom of the swirling, grey clouds above. Thorulf, in all his years, had never seen a thing like it, and it took him a moment or two to focus back to reality.
"Drakonrhedi, explore the clearing. I want a record of all possible trails or other notable landmarks."
Thorulf's eyes scoured the area, sourcing whatever landmarks he could see. Given his position, he'd probably be tasked with leading a group down one of the possible pathways that twisted through the thorns, but he expected as much. Talk about the blind leading the blind.
He looked briefly around him, seeing a clump of Drakonrhedi close by. "Right, a couple of you, cluster with me. We're going to scout that path down there." With this, he pointed to his chosen route. The route seemed to lead (from what he could see) to a reasonably sized flat area, a marsh or a boggy heath, somewhere it was open and exposed, and there was no telling what was out there with them, "Any questions?"
Tags: anyone who wants to be in thorulf's posse yo'. the cool kid crew
Inspiration: eerrrrr
Notes: IT'S GOIN' DOWN. I'M YELLIN' TIMMBERRRRRRR. U BETTER MOVE. U BETTER DANCE.
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