"The Kellas"
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TWILIGHT OF THE GODS
AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY
OBJECTIVE 1
WILDCAT_ONE
TRIBAL-CHIEFTAIN OF AN-TUATHA
MAJOR-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION
BELLIGERENTS
(EE/EMPIRE/AC Vs. BOTM/DH/SH)
Ingrid L'lerim
Victor Vel Aath
Myri Dara
Jas Katis
Lyssa Io
Nukth Kelga'an
Heinrich Faust
Elysium Dusk
Scipio Kaarz
Ara Sheridan
Zhea Nox
Tu'teggacha
Kyrel Ren
Kybo Ren
Nyaeli
Tegan Starfall
Aemulor the Hutt
Keilara Kala'myr
Erion Justeene
Ronar
Runt
Khamul Kryze
TRIBULATIONS OF THE WILDCATS III: A FOREST AFLAME - PART 13
Northern Battlefront, Rift's Reach,
Canthar Province, Panatha (Early-Spring 877 ABY)
Whilst the battle raged on around them, the Major-General's hunting party had been lucky to advance uncontested as they pushed southward in a short series of sprints and herring-bone formation halts, sneaking past and silently picking off anyone who posed a threat of raising the alarm and ruining the plan in it's infancy. Though fortunately for Lord Aron, these risk-factors were few and far between, owed mostly to the ferocity of the main armoured advance transpiring all around them, and to the sheer weight of Vanguard-Legion firepower offered by the 501st contingents moving in support of the tanks - granting breathing-room in it's abundance for the Kellas in his desire to reveal his plan once and for all.
'Alright, lads. We're behind enemy lines now.... Noise discipline from here on out, so rally the others quietly.'
An order given in muttered, hushed tones as Gowrie's eyes scanned the foggy horizon to the south, looking through the gaps in the trees for any sign of ambushes or traps of any sort. Their true mission had finally begun, and as Lord Aron snatched up a twig from the ground and looked southwards once more, those hair-raising rushes for which he lived (and so enthusiastically at that) reassured the Kellas that he was well and truly was on the right track by then.
One by one, the others filed into their well-obscured clearing, all taking a knee and watching as the mastermind drew his lines in the dirt with no mind paid until enough had arrived to address them en-masse. But by the time the last filed in, the Tuath-born Chieftain was already done scraping lines and markers into the mud between them, starting with,'First part was easy, but now I need you all to pay attention. I will keep this as simple as I can but you should know that one error could mean an untimely demise - an' for all of us.', pausing for effect as the reality of their daring hunt truly started to set in for the others. Quite easy with their latest warfront considered, as many potential threats still lurked in the shadows with impunity, and when Gowrie continued,'Don't forget, where we're goin' - there will be no support, no reinforcements or quick artillery support either.... We're on our own out here.', there was no mistaking the magnitude of their endeavour beyond that point.
'Good! We're out to identify the new Warlord of the Scar Hounds here, the new leader of our strongest enemies in the Galaxy, so I would certainly hope you understand at the very least.... But anyway, as you can see, I've marked a rough estimate of where we are at the moment, with all that distance left to cover until we get to the Markwood Marshes here, as this is where we suspect our target to be.... So as you can probably surmise by now, we've got some distance to cover, but when we find him, it's aaaaall surveillance then quiet escapes northward again from there.'
The already-dark, stormy skies above grew dark in his next silence, bidding the sun farewell for the day, despite the fact it had been hiding behind the thunderous rainclouds the entire time, though one shroud had been covering Panatha's belligerents in it's dark gloom well enough without the other already.
'If only our wildest endeavours were so easy to achieve in application, eh?'
Even as the darkening skies shrouded the features of the faces that were visible to Gowrie at the time, even as explosions, blaster-screeches and the wailing, agonising anguish of the less fortunate in the distance, the hunting party were still high enough in morale to chuckle. None wished for it to be easy, and none present ever wished for anything of the sort to be easy in the past, for all in the hunting party enjoyed a challenge, taking great pride in overcoming great difficulties just to make it as far as they had by then. Everyone was ready, right down to the last trooper, and in the moment the Major-General rose to his feet, every last participant within the hunting party rose to stand with him. But when they all raised their blaster rifles overhead, the Kellas knew they wanted his sword raised overhead in turn, raised high for all to see and draw encouragement from, desiring only this before daring to embark on their great endeavour together.
'Rest assured, I won't be dropping this anytime soon - at least not until I'm much too old to wield it.'
And with that, the silence between them returned once more, holding weapons aloft in respect for each other's tenacity, in awe of each other's bravery. Holding to this silence for almost a minute, the Major-General smiled in his appreciation, even as he finally lowered his sword and concluded,'Thank you.... Follow me.', the smile was beyond impossible to suppress. Even as he sprinted off southwards, leading the advance towards the marshes with the wildest grin on his face, Lord Aron was in his element; keeping his head low and directing the flow of the column as he chuckled his way through the rainy fog, the joy of endeavouring the impossible felt akin to that of sincere reconciliation, revealing knock-on effects of perpetual dealings with endless meat-grinders through the years.
And all seemingly endured just to reacquaint with the audacious feats for which he was well-renowned.
TWILIGHT OF THE GODS
AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY
OBJECTIVE 1
WILDCAT_ONE
TRIBAL-CHIEFTAIN OF AN-TUATHA
MAJOR-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION
BELLIGERENTS
(EE/EMPIRE/AC Vs. BOTM/DH/SH)
Ingrid L'lerim
Victor Vel Aath
Myri Dara
Jas Katis
Lyssa Io
Nukth Kelga'an
Heinrich Faust
Elysium Dusk
Scipio Kaarz
Ara Sheridan
Zhea Nox
Tu'teggacha
Kyrel Ren
Kybo Ren
Nyaeli
Tegan Starfall
Aemulor the Hutt
Keilara Kala'myr
Erion Justeene
Ronar
Runt
Khamul Kryze
TRIBULATIONS OF THE WILDCATS III: A FOREST AFLAME - PART 13
Canthar Province, Panatha (Early-Spring 877 ABY)
This is it, we managed it....
Tiniest wee gap imaginable, but we slipped through without anyone noticing.
Good.
Tiniest wee gap imaginable, but we slipped through without anyone noticing.
Good.
Whilst the battle raged on around them, the Major-General's hunting party had been lucky to advance uncontested as they pushed southward in a short series of sprints and herring-bone formation halts, sneaking past and silently picking off anyone who posed a threat of raising the alarm and ruining the plan in it's infancy. Though fortunately for Lord Aron, these risk-factors were few and far between, owed mostly to the ferocity of the main armoured advance transpiring all around them, and to the sheer weight of Vanguard-Legion firepower offered by the 501st contingents moving in support of the tanks - granting breathing-room in it's abundance for the Kellas in his desire to reveal his plan once and for all.
'Alright, lads. We're behind enemy lines now.... Noise discipline from here on out, so rally the others quietly.'
An order given in muttered, hushed tones as Gowrie's eyes scanned the foggy horizon to the south, looking through the gaps in the trees for any sign of ambushes or traps of any sort. Their true mission had finally begun, and as Lord Aron snatched up a twig from the ground and looked southwards once more, those hair-raising rushes for which he lived (and so enthusiastically at that) reassured the Kellas that he was well and truly was on the right track by then.
As the rains wash and cleanse my skin, as they do on Galidraan III -
I feel my soul calling once more, I feel life again.
I feel my soul calling once more, I feel life again.
One by one, the others filed into their well-obscured clearing, all taking a knee and watching as the mastermind drew his lines in the dirt with no mind paid until enough had arrived to address them en-masse. But by the time the last filed in, the Tuath-born Chieftain was already done scraping lines and markers into the mud between them, starting with,'First part was easy, but now I need you all to pay attention. I will keep this as simple as I can but you should know that one error could mean an untimely demise - an' for all of us.', pausing for effect as the reality of their daring hunt truly started to set in for the others. Quite easy with their latest warfront considered, as many potential threats still lurked in the shadows with impunity, and when Gowrie continued,'Don't forget, where we're goin' - there will be no support, no reinforcements or quick artillery support either.... We're on our own out here.', there was no mistaking the magnitude of their endeavour beyond that point.
'Good! We're out to identify the new Warlord of the Scar Hounds here, the new leader of our strongest enemies in the Galaxy, so I would certainly hope you understand at the very least.... But anyway, as you can see, I've marked a rough estimate of where we are at the moment, with all that distance left to cover until we get to the Markwood Marshes here, as this is where we suspect our target to be.... So as you can probably surmise by now, we've got some distance to cover, but when we find him, it's aaaaall surveillance then quiet escapes northward again from there.'
The already-dark, stormy skies above grew dark in his next silence, bidding the sun farewell for the day, despite the fact it had been hiding behind the thunderous rainclouds the entire time, though one shroud had been covering Panatha's belligerents in it's dark gloom well enough without the other already.
'If only our wildest endeavours were so easy to achieve in application, eh?'
Even as the darkening skies shrouded the features of the faces that were visible to Gowrie at the time, even as explosions, blaster-screeches and the wailing, agonising anguish of the less fortunate in the distance, the hunting party were still high enough in morale to chuckle. None wished for it to be easy, and none present ever wished for anything of the sort to be easy in the past, for all in the hunting party enjoyed a challenge, taking great pride in overcoming great difficulties just to make it as far as they had by then. Everyone was ready, right down to the last trooper, and in the moment the Major-General rose to his feet, every last participant within the hunting party rose to stand with him. But when they all raised their blaster rifles overhead, the Kellas knew they wanted his sword raised overhead in turn, raised high for all to see and draw encouragement from, desiring only this before daring to embark on their great endeavour together.
'Rest assured, I won't be dropping this anytime soon - at least not until I'm much too old to wield it.'
And with that, the silence between them returned once more, holding weapons aloft in respect for each other's tenacity, in awe of each other's bravery. Holding to this silence for almost a minute, the Major-General smiled in his appreciation, even as he finally lowered his sword and concluded,'Thank you.... Follow me.', the smile was beyond impossible to suppress. Even as he sprinted off southwards, leading the advance towards the marshes with the wildest grin on his face, Lord Aron was in his element; keeping his head low and directing the flow of the column as he chuckled his way through the rainy fog, the joy of endeavouring the impossible felt akin to that of sincere reconciliation, revealing knock-on effects of perpetual dealings with endless meat-grinders through the years.
And all seemingly endured just to reacquaint with the audacious feats for which he was well-renowned.
Ready or not, Warlord.... My search begins, an' I won't stop until you're identified once an' for all.
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