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 Awakening from Ashes (Riders vs. Rasp) 
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Post Awakening from Ashes (Riders vs. Rasp)
((Got cut off in the middle of initial strike, so lost my stats...sorry. :( ))

The spirit of the Hunt was fading. It was by no means dead...but few were the souls to brave the path of the winds these days. It was an autumn, the time that things die....and the Gryphon could only hope that after the cold that came, that of winter, of consuming emptiness, there would be rebirth, renewal....an awakening of the old fires.

This was the time to lay the foundations of renewal. Feed the dwindling spirits, stave off apathy as she could. Her own most of all, she mused. She wondered if her own doubts were a reflection of the Hunt....or if the Hunt was echoing her. It was a thought that she could not entertain for long and remain clear minded of her task.

Her task....

In this moment, deaths in the Empire of Rasp. Blood debts to their gods. She nodded once, not in satisfaction, but in acceptance. So the battle goes.

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Tue Feb 04, 2003 1:57 am
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Although you would never be able to tell it by the easy, practiced movements of her body, and no glimpse of her face could truly be seen behind the swaths of a nomad's veil, The Wolf was weary to the bone.

It wasn't a physical exhaustion, no, she would not let that. Physical exhaustion would make her weak, would make muscles ache and complain when she needed them to react. That would never do for someone in her lifestyle. It wasn't a fully mental exhaustion either; when wits slowed and reactions grew sluggish it was even a more dangerous thing to her than if her body ached and complained with movement.

It was beneath it all. A weariness that ate away at the rest of her, at the woman sometimes known as Saidh who lurked beneath the Wolf's calm exterior. The Wolf still could do as she was, fingers reaching above her as she climbed the cliff with steady careful movements, pulling herself up silently, inching her way towards the prey.

But it was Saidh who dreamed at night during her fitful sleep, who felt the goad of the spirit that she took the name of howling at her, nipping at her heels, pushing her, or pushing The Wolf, to do more.

She'd thought it would be enough to come back and warn them, back when this had first started and the danger had been there. Then she'd thought it would be enough to stay, separate from them all but helping, aiding. Yet still the wolf rode at her heels, urging her onwards, urging her to do more, to fight more, to give more.

And weary as her soul was, she couldn't argue. Arms lifting her that final way to a crouch within the brush that dotted the ground beside the small camp that sat there, so quiet. Freezing as the Rasp guard whose duty it was to patrol this side moved across near her.

But the cliff was steep, to steep for warriors to climb, and she saw his knowledge of that. Saw him yawn against the back of his hand, spear held loosely in the other. He was weary himself, she could tell. Tired in body ... and therefore in mind. In spirit.

And spirit was the one thing that didn't leave her alone, that never tired, that pushed her on, and that was why The Wolf was still able to do this. To catch him offguard, before even a sound could escape his throat. To slit that throat before he had another chance, and to let his blood spill onto the cool ground, so quiet.

The spirit howled, satisfied for the moment, the pressure letting off, letting Saidh breathe softly beneath her many masks, her many veils. Fingers clutching tightly at the knife for a moment before one deep breath relaxed her enough to let her loosen her grasp, cleaning the blade on the sleeve of the man who lay dead beside her.

Before moving on to the camp, to answer that demand again.

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Night falls, I fall, and where were you?
Warm skin, Wolf grin, and where were you?
I fell into the moon and it covered me in blue ...
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Tue Feb 04, 2003 8:18 am
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It was a quiet Autum evening in D____, and Damon Myriel sat hunched over his desk reading from the scattered papers laying in front of him. A sound outside momentarily disctracted him from his work. He watched the candle light move unpredictibly on the wall.

Hearing nothing more, he returned to the ancient lore he was reading, but he soon found that his eyes couldnt focus anymore on the shapes on the page. They soon lost all meaning to him, and his eyes closed.

In the morning he awoke to find the sun already up, and he was still sitting at his desk. He quickly got dressed and went outside to find the town busy with activity and certainly more energetic. Across the street, he longtime neighbor, who simply went by the name Lupo, greeted him.

"Monseigneur! Have you heard what has happened?" He motioned for Mgr. Myriel to come over. After waiting for a cart to pass, he quickly crossed the street. "I heard from Thomas the butcher who heard from the night gaurd at the town hall that several of our allies have been attacked. It seems they dont know of our D____. Evidently their spy network is inept. War preparations here are already in place."

"I see." the Monseigneur thought for a moment. "When will the troops leave?"

"That has been kept secret, but one can be sure that Foret will go with them."

Mgr. Myriel frowned slightly. "I have no doubts that Foret's grace wil be with us, but i fear Isonia might also be with her children. We will win, but the cost is sure to be high."

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Tue Feb 04, 2003 9:05 am
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The Shark had not slept since the night prior to the war. He had been dormant almost complacent since the invasion of reavers. It pained him to tolerate their foul stench, and yet the faith was stronger. It seemed that even the strongest men crumbled in the time of adversity.

he was sickened at his very nature of late. No more would he lie dormant. This would be a new dawn for him. The dawn of the "Day of the Shark." There was a time when the heathens feared his presence, and a time when he was respected. And now that time slipped from his grasp like sands through an hourglass.

He walked to his mantle. Sitting atop it was a magnificent hourglass. He had not used it in ages. There was a day when the hourglass played a pivital part of his war ritual. he decided now that it was time to put it to use again. As in days past he turned it over. The time for the war was nigh.

Three Hours! he said, Three hours

He turned the glass in it's place and the sand began to sift through. As he had before when he was at his prime, younger and more vibrant, he touched it's face, and made oath.

Before the last grain reaches the bottom, 10,000 heathens will lie in their own blood. I swear it on the graves of my father and mother.

With that oath he retreived his cloak from it's place on the hanger, and made his way to the meeting. he was interested to see what plans the Gryphon had for them this evening.


Tue Feb 04, 2003 11:16 pm
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Rumors spread around D____. Wispers about the battles fought protecting the outter lands and the regional allies, but no one knew anything for sure. And that very fact frieghtened the townspeople. ALthough no farms had been ruined by spells nor a single home been destroyed by spies, the people feared an attack at any moment.

There was no real danger of course, but still, the fear of the unknown stirred the people of D____ into action. They built walls and gates to protect their homes. They sent out scouting parties and built watch towers. But still, no threat materialized. Were they really at war with someone?

In the town library, Mgr. Myriel tied to go about his usual duties without being hindered by irrational fears... but just in case, he canceled his trip to Mt. Urrleah.

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