LIFT YOUR SWORDS ♡ RAID ANNOUNCEMENT

[ROXANNE R.]

The Quartermaster approached the beach despite her healing injuries, she knew that there was still something left for them to do and it was the first operation of her plan. The draconic feline would listen to the ocean behind her and closed her eyes before calling out with a shake of her head "Everyone, let's go." There was a pause before she continued "Those that are able to fight anyways, some of you stay behind. As for the rest of you, let's go win this fucking war... They might have won the raid... But we will come out on top." With that, she would nod to one of the NPCs there knowing that some of them would have to stay while the rest of them had to rescue Tanglewood from the Coalition's clenches... "FOR OUR CAPTAIN, GOLDENLUXURY!" Roxanne yowled out with her tail lashing to the sides before she began to lead the way.

Stryker would fall and she would make sure of it.
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THE RESCUE RAID

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RIFTWEAVER

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Riftweaver approached, tight-lipped as he tucked his wings to his side. His lion body was sturdier, and easier for war. The wings helped this - giving him the ability to attack from above. The male spread his wings at her final words, letting out a gruff growl as he ascended into the air to follow from above.


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[SirDio]

There was bandaging on her forelegs from her scuffle with Atticus, but she was not going to miss this. Behind her veil and mane her green eyes surged with energy. For the captain. "For our captain! We'll send them running for the hills when we're done!" She sent a YEEYEE! Into the air, quickly following the mass.

"Speech"

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan had known that this would come, ever since the news had originally broken out that Goldie was gone. Still, that didn't mean he had to be happy about it. As much as he wanted Goldie back, he also didn't want anyone else to get hurt, and there was always more of a chance of injuries when a legitimate battle was involved. Despite this, the medic still made his way over, head held high and a sense of determination in his gaze. He felt empowered, driven by a want to see his cousin again, and a want to protect the new and growing relationship between himself and Paintbrush. He muttered, blue eyes narrowed, "I'll be out there, making sure that everyone's injuries are getting patched up." Not to mention helping out any injured Tanglers, since he didn't know if their medics were still around, or if Stryker had done anything to them.

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Michael would've loved to go along with this raid, and help out in some way further. Even if he wasn't particularly keen on being around those from Tanglewood, he wouldn't miss out on a chance to help his home in some way. However, he still wasn't feeling his best. He had severely exerted himself during the initial raid, trying to hold Trygve back with his elementals, and the headaches were only just now beginning to dull slightly. It had only been a few days, and up until a day or so ago, his nose had still been bleeding profusely from the aftershocks. So, as the bobcat arrived to watch those who were fighting go, hw muttered a bit weakly, "I think I'd be more of a handicap than any sort of help, so I'm going to stay and watch the kids... good luck you guys! Give them hell!" The dealer then took a deep breath, turning and heading towards Roxie's house to watch over her children as well as his own.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan

[Stryker]

tracking bc i forgot :eyes:

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

Already?

The wyvern is swallowing the lump creeping into his throat. He felt himself something of familiar with the blood that would pour amongst the ground that permeated his surroundings. He huffs a generous sigh, glancing about into to recognize Riftweaver. The only familiar face.

Sure. He’d help.

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[Alexandre]

The kitten's ears pinned back upon his head as his mother's courageous roar echoed throughout the island. He couldn't help but worry. Alexandre understood why. What if her life had to be traded away for another though? What if she died? What if everyone died? He swallowed. It didn't have to come to that, right? With a clear expression of distress, the child just stood silent. He didn't particularly care for Roan's proclamation that he'd be babysitting him and his siblings.