APPETITE FOR DESTRUCTION | RAID ANNOUNCEMENT

[Luciferr]

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and now here did it all culminate, a carefully chosen vector and a plan in motion.

”Pittians! Today for the first time since Kydobi’s bloodless reign, I will be leading you into battle - this will be your chance to test your mettle as it were - and I expect to see you all attending, those that are capable”

He’d mentioned it to Gael but it brought mentioning ”Aine you may join us as our combat medic or stay here and prep for any wounded we may bring back” if she wanted to fight he’d allow it - but their fleshweavers were a precious commodity.

”when we get there I want priorities in causing as much collateral as possible - leave them licking their wounds long enough that we will be prepared for retaliation - seeks out your trophies, find resources, bring back anything of value or destroy anything they value that can’t be of salvage for us - it’s only fair when they squander all their resources after all” he might’ve smiled but it was hard to tell with the enigmatic monstrous creature.

”remember, there is no room for honour in battle - do what must be done”

And with that the ardent bore his own armour, shaped to encompass his shoulders with slits for the tendrils and complimenting the upper ribs but leaving room for that massive maw - and an armoured helmet that was vicious in its bladed design.

The form of the behemoth turned and led them away, towards Tanglewood.


RAID LINK: HERE!

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there was a moment, when jack heard the call, he knew. It was time, as the heat bore down on them all, silent couldn't have picked a better time, when all of them were already riled from the heat and dissatisfied with promise of war- just before the rest could raise their voices to question- the announcement came and jack walked with his ardent as they moved to join the battle.

between one breath and the next, the specialized necklace given to him by kydobi became a part of the mantle of his armor. water became solid around his form and the ardent took the time to build bristles of ice-like spines along his frame. the cold, always an ally, set the kodkod- into the right mindset.

ice blue eyes watching his clan, savage untested- sit ready to prove themselves; jack felt a grin along his maw, pride, excitement held close to his chest. the desire to prove himself.

it was time, to strike.

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

There was no bloodlust.  No eagerness in the druid.  Not for pain.  For danger.  She'd seen it before.  The memory still left her breathless.  The crackle of fire in her mind.  It returned at the sound of Silent's booming voice, yet... It felt different this time.  This time the first blow was theirs.  This wasn't watching the jungle burn down or trying to comprehend the numbers of three allied against them... This was happening on their terms.

But a frightening thought made her teeth catch the inside of her cheek.  To see family, clanmates, leave.  What if they didn't come back?  What if they got too hurt?  What if they did come back but she couldn't save them?  She was just one...  Would her father be helping her or... Fighting?  He's imperator... What do you think?

Stars.  She didn't want him out there without her.  But.  She had a job.  Aine knew she'd be a liability out there.  And she didn't want to go anywhere near that swamp.  The fire burning still in her mind, in the figure of a winged lion.  She took a breath.

"I- I'll prepare the white temple.  Ta-take any injured there a-as soon as you come back."

— aine | the pitt | fleshweaver | fae druid —

[fulzanin]

HIGHER BEINGS, THESE WORDS ARE FOR YOU ALONE

ghostwhisper - mantis-awahondo hybrid - they/them
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]They would not be going.

Ghostwhisper had a very odd sense of morality. Where they hailed from, they could strike down many with little a care or a feeling of deepness in their chest. They were empty on the inside - hollow, if one wanted a more accurate word. Staring into their eyes revealed the void, and the void stared right back. They were a mere speck of the power of the void, and their will had to yield to it above all else. Home had been run rampant with disease, where nobody truly was themself. Lifeless husks, where death would fare them better than to continue their life. Those who were already dead still had posed a threat. If anything, they thought - not thought - that they would be freeing those husks from a life of limbo, never able to break free.

Hearing the call to war, raised their shell from where claw had bore pencil against paper. Their wings twitched, carefully tucking the paper away. This was an order, they began to reason, but this was an order based in senselessness. The void beneath their shell yielded nothing. Their head turned, noting someone who wouldn't be leaving for battle - instead, preparing something here. An alternative, their mind prompted. Obtaining resources seemed to be the goal of the raid - nobody need ask them where they got their own from. Without being struck first, they had no reason to raise their claws to another. Not wrong. It was simply too oddly settling in their chest for them to consider for a moment longer.

Ghost scuttled off, deciding that obtaining resources of their own accord technically would not be invalidating that order.

TAGS 7/22/20:

GENERAL.
✧ ghostwhisper | ghost
✧ physically moderate, mentally moderate
✧ nonbinary | they/them
✧ the ghost of hallownest | nomadic mapmaker

APPEARANCE.
✧ mantis awahondo hybrid (ref.) | health: 100%
— A modestly sized awahondo with some traits of a mantis twined within. Four legs keep them firm on the ground, while their arms consist of two near scythe like appendages used for combat. These arms come from a long, tattered cloak that drapes around their neck and falling to their abdomen. Their face is hidden under a dense white shell, with two pronged horns atop such. Black eyes stare with no emotion forward. From under their cloak, glowing white wings stretch outwards, allowing for flight.
— blood is black and incredibly dense
— cloak, charm case, map and quill
— no current injuries

PERSONALITY.
✧ outgoing, inquisitive, friendly by nature, childish
✧ restless, firm, determined
✧ internally conflicted, fight first ask questions later

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ Root and Wyrm
— adopted by Mato
✧ single/not looking

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically moderate | mentally moderate | wip powers | scythe like arms
✧ will start and end fights, easy yet hard to provoke | will kill
✧ skilled with a nail/close ranged combat
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #ffd000 | mention [member=15779]ghostwhisper[/member]  when attacking

MISC.
✧ based off of The Knight from Hollow Knight
✧ can only speak via writing
✧ mothwing cloak > swift movements. monarch wings > mantis wings. crystal heart > N/A. pure nail > scythe arms.

[DIRT]

Worm was there. Silent and unmoving.

Something in him had begun to spoil.

[Luciferr]

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they were new here, but Susurrus would follow with them - Phobos and Deimos would no doubt wish to join the fight but he’d told them already to stay out, the Homebase still needed defenders after all.

And the two dragons were more than adequate enough to do so.

[Atticus Roux]

Atticus hesitated. His family was in Tanglewood, but his internal disdain told him to go... but was it worth it? Weary eyes looked around. Sweeney wasn't present, so his hopes for company were lackluster. The acolyte ultimately faded into the shadows and returned to his corner of the territory, hoping he wasn't noticed.