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Post by Engram on Jun 13, 2016 19:14:57 GMT -6
“Just remember, folks, bundle up and drive safe! This will be the first snowfall in Rift in almost a decade!” The newsfeed echoed throughout all possible devices within the city. People were scattered among the streets, cars backed up for blocks of traffic as an icy breeze blanketed the outdoors. Those that managed to make it indoors were the lucky ones, sheltered from the freezing wind and the chaos that came with it just outside the door. Murmurs between some patrons of a popular diner stirred pictures of the last time snow came to Rift. Back then it was commonplace, but in the last decade, such weather was a rarity. It made people nervous. Word had made it to very few people that the Kingdom of Legion's army, made up of the best of the best, was making its way to Rift. Some tried to warn of the impending danger, only to be scoffed at and taken for a conspiracy theorist. Others were a little more successful, managing to barricade themselves and others in makeshift shelters. Unfortunately, the governing Council did not take the supposed news seriously. There was no way Aldous Barnett would sanction an assault on one of the world's largest cities. While the people went on with their business, several airships drifted miles outside the city, covered by the storm that had blown in. The largest of the ships, the Atlas, coasted quietly through the clouds as the men and women within rushed to their stations. It was almost time. The ship's captain, hand picked by Barnett himself, stood in the middle of the bridge as intricate data blinked onto the LCD screen nearby. Weather, a report on any potential opposition, and a number of other things the young man wasn't able to decode came into view. He inhaled deeply through his nose, furrowing his brow slightly as he exhaled through his mouth. All eyes were on the man, and for a few seconds, he allowed his eyes to linger across the bridge at the expecting officers. Per their orders, everyone was remaining silent. Whatever extra measures could be taken to ensure they were not detected before necessary, they were immediately considered and implemented. So far, so good. Back in Rift, the Sabliers mumbled among themselves following a meeting with the Council. No word on Amberleigh and the man that helped her escape, not even an identity on the latter. Finn Cullen, Eisen Sablier's right hand, guarded patiently from outside the Council Chambers. As he watched the flakes of snow fall from the sky, he couldn't help but shake a feeling of impending danger. Something was wrong, he could feel it. Tugging a small flash from his belt, the man took a large swig of the contents before cringing from the burn. Better than the cold, that was for sure. He fumbled the flask for a moment with his cold fingers before finally getting it back in place. The leather armor he wore would probably smell of something foul after this. At his waist was a simple hand and a half sword, replacing the Hound that was stolen the night the princess disappeared. With a tired sigh, Cullen shook his head. He just wanted a normal day for once. For once. Little did the people of Rift or Legion know that their choices today, no matter how small, would play an important part in shaping their future. Date/Time: November 8, 9:18AM
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Post by Haru on Jun 14, 2016 16:24:54 GMT -6
Equipment.
Fell- already socketed with crystals
white long sleeve shirt, white gloves, white sweatpants and normal white tennis shoes. Sweatpants have zipped up pockets for his dust vials.
15 Air crystal vials,5 Ice crystal vials, 5 Ice liquid vials, 15 Liquid air vials.
Haru was not exactly thrilled about the rumors flowing throughout town, hearing that legion had sent an assault team to rift. Hearing the news Haru believed it, he lived in legion for most of his life and didn’t doubt that it would be done. Haru just wanted a simple day though, he had heard it was snowing in rift and loving the snow walked throughout town to feel it and see the town he had not visited before.
But after hearing of the impending battle he was not exactly happy that he had chosen to come, but it was too late now. The ongoing downhill relations between rift and legion had reached Haru’s ears long ago, and he didn’t exactly believe that rift was in the wrong, so maybe it was a good thing he was gonna be in town if the danger proved to be true. Haru had seen the legions soldiers, he knew how powerful they were but he also knew he could take on most of the simple soldiers. His only true worry was higher ups and any hunters who may have been recruited by legion. Haru wondered how bad this possible assault could be though, was it a full on assault with thousands of people? Would Haru even need to fight? Should he even fight? All questions running through Haru’s mind hoping and praying his guess and the rumors were wrong.
But for now Haru simply walked throughout the town with his scythe on his back and his tail moving back and forth slowly. Occasionally he would stop and talk to the few people who also chose to stay outside in the snow storm.
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Jun 14, 2016 17:14:05 GMT -6
That Morning
Aisio's silence was deafening in the barren manor as she grabbed her clothes and slipped into them. Striding to her armor stand her crimson armor was quickly donned, the harness bearing her fire and ice dust crystals for use with her semblance following suit. She grabbed a bandoleer carrying Flamelash and slipped it over her shoulder, the golden pistol on the side of her chest with red crystal chamber glistening in the light. She grabbed four fire chambers and two lightning chambers and slipped them into a pouch, which she placed upon her hip shortly after. Her trench coat billowed around her as it slipped over her shoulders and covered the golden pistol and ammo pouch. Looking at the wall before her, she saw the gold engraved scabbard mounted upon the wall. The large golden hilt sticking from the top showed nothing of the broken nature of the blade, and Aisio sighed while pulling it off the wall and onto her back. The five foot scabbard almost touched the ground on her back, and the hilt poked up over her head. The crimson haired hunter spun around, grabbing her round shield and attaching it to Excalibur's scabbard. She would ship out shortly, and she had to get going. Legion was her home, one the Pendragons had lived in for as long as they remembered. Nobody attacked its leaders without incurring the family's wrath. She had all but ran from the manor, her eyes glowing with the flames of her anger. Now Aisio sat in the ship, Excalibur sitting next to her in its scabbard, waiting silently for the order to deploy. She was a good soldier, and understood the tactical advantage of surprise. There would be little action from Aisio before the order came, but once it did that sword would be in her hands as she fought for her kingdom. |
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jun 14, 2016 18:58:46 GMT -6
The man called Odin had been called away from his duty has Hunter to fulfill his birthright as leader of the Aesir. Ferr arrived back home days ago, Titania notifying him of the attempt on Chairmen Barnett's life, the summit, the accusations, and the war which was to be waged. Returning to the Aesir settlement on the outskirts of Legion, all knowldge was passed on and simplified for the man. He hated politics for this very reason; it caused people to fight and suffer due to the whims of the Kingdom's Leaders. That being said, no one on the face of Remnant could question the patriotism of Ferr. His azure-eyes were fixed on his battlements which were scattered along the table in the armory. Gungnir in the center of it all with Svalinn beside it. On the side, his battle-tested breastplate and shoulder-guards rested and waited to be polished. The dark colored utensils of war were filled with Dust in the chambers. Within Gungnir one vial of fire powder and one vial of wind powder waited for ignition. While Svalinn was loaded with seven small crystals of ice dust. Meticulously and with care Ferr would begin to assemble his utility belt of tools. In the six most-central compartments, three vials of fire and air dust were placed for quick access. He was not one to usually use too much, however he expected the demand would be high. The far right pocket was home to three addition ice crystals-- fashioned into Point Cut diamonds. And finally in his far left pocket were his pre-medicated eye drops; should he be forced to activate his semblance.
Several members of the Aesir clan wished to join Ferr in the fight. Claiming it would bring great honor to them if they could fight beside him and crush Rift. Only with consideration from Fafnir and Titania did Ferr allow his cousins to accompany him. It was not too often Legion goes to war against another Kingdom. But each time the Aesir were destined to be on the front lines.
Now Ferr stood aboard the Atlas with his cousins. The Aesir waiting silently to await the orders of the officer on the bridge and their Odin. While the warriors stood close to the bridge, Ferr stood in the cargo bay entry-way. His vehicle waiting for it's patient master. Ferr looked down at the ground with wide eyes with hair blocking part of his vision. Googles resembling a visor hung around his neck. Svalinn attached to his arm and Gugnir resting against his leg without a scabbard. Was it the right move to go to war? Would this even be a war? Or just a way for Legion to strong arm Rift? A sigh escaped the man's mouth before he muttered, "Like it matters." Almost to himself. "Just have to fight for the honor of our home."
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Post by Dusty Ghrian on Jun 14, 2016 19:12:45 GMT -6
Earlier that same day...
Dusty stared down at the equipment he had laid across his bed. His eyes flicked to each item, making sure everything he needed was there and waiting for him to use. He had managed to snag himself some extended leave from the school to take a trip to Rift on the grounds of "educational purposes" and "training." At best, it was a half truth. He didn't mention the fact he planned on standing as an impromptu guard against any possible invasions by Legion, but if he did fight or observe any fighting, it would be educational and give him some more experience in fighting.
First, Dusty picked up his lightweight, but strong, metal breastplate and put it on, tightening all the straps and bending in a few directions to make sure it was still flexible. Next, he pulled on his gloves and strapped his gauntlets, one holding the digital panel that controlled his rotating quiver, onto his wrists. He pulled on his bomber jacket next, flicking off a piece of lint stuck to the fuzzy collar as he did, then strapped on the harness/bandolier over it. He attached spherical glass bottles of powdered Glass and Steam Dust to the front straps and belt, ten of each, then attached his rotating quiver to his back. Sixty arrows and and enough liquid Fire, Water, Earth, Energy, Ice, Kinetic, and Gravity Dust to fill each arrow head with each type individually filled it. He finished by sliding Ardu and Leagtha into twin scabbards attached to his harness. "Perfect," he said with a small smirk. "All dolled up to get my face beat in."
Dusty pulled his bomber jacket tighter around his body, shivering and sneezing as he walked down the street. His hair hair and the bottom of his jacket blew around chaotically in the wind and he periodically had to take his glasses off to rub off the frost that kept forming on the edges. He hated the snow, always had. Hunting in Setek became light during the winter when animals had begun to hibernate and spend less time outside, as well as the more chaotic weather throwing arrows off of their target and burying traps underneath the snow. "Stupid winter, I’m going to boycott you until you go away," the young man muttered under his breath as he continued his trudge down the road. Pretty crappy weather to have to likely defend a kingdom from invasion in. Visibility was low and there was next to no bright sunlight and thus, no shadows for him to use his semblance on. He was at quite the disadvantage from the start. Hopefully, his arrows could make up for it to some degree.
Dusty sighed and shivered again. He stopped for a moment and looked out at the horizon. Frost had begun collecting on the rims of his glasses again and he took them off to clean them again. His vision went from clear to blurry in an instant as he wondered what lay beyond the gray haze that surrounded the city.
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Post by Engram on Jun 15, 2016 10:09:26 GMT -6
On the Atlas, the men and women of Legion’s fleet were preparing for the imminent battle. Tension was high, with even the Captain trembling slightly as the ships drew closer and closer to Rift. There were four airships carrying soldiers, amounting to roughly three hundred soldiers. About a third of these soldiers were Hunters, trained by both Vytal Academy and various military schools scattered throughout Legion. They had made the difficult decision of putting their lives on the line for the good of their Kingdom, so the Captain made a pledge to get as many people home as he could. Barnett had trusted him for this very task. Apart from the airships, there were two heavy assault carriers that trailed behind them, carrying an army of Legionnaires comparable in size to the actual soldiers, as well as a dozen or so Guardian-class mechs. The goal was simple: Eradicate all possible opposition, occupy the city, and arrest the Royal Family and their Council.
The Captain felt a non-existent lump form in his throat as he pressed a button to activate the various speakers throughout the ship, as well as all ships nearby. "This is Captain Pieran of the Atlas. Before we arrive at our destination, I wanted to take the opportunity to thank each and every one of you personally for your support. As many of you know, an attempt was made on Chairman Aldous Barnett's life, which was tied to the Kingdom of Rift's royal family. It is our duty as soldiers of Legion to bring Eisen Sablier and his cohorts to justice by whatever means necessary. We will occupy the city, exterminate any opposition, and arrest anyone that may have been responsible for this atrocious act of violence. Some of you may die, but regardless of the outcome, you will all be immortalized for the brave and selfless act you will be committing today. Good luck."
With that, the connection closed and the ships began moving faster as they lowered from the sky. There was still some time left before they arrived, but reducing altitude would improve their chances of staying off Rift's radar. It was only a matter of time now.
Meanwhile, the council meeting had finally come to an end, something Sir Cullen found more than pleasing. Maybe now he could get away and enjoy this snow, or maybe just linger around inside for a bit. The latter sounded much more appealing. A nice fireplace? Check. Something hot to drink? Absolutely. Now, if only his wife hadn't left him a year ago. He chuckled at the thought, shelving those memories in the back of his mind for another time. As Eisen walked out of the council chambers, Cullen stood up straight and quickly saluted the king. In typical Sablier fashion, the man waved it off with a hearty laugh. He had become a close friend of the family some time ago, and when Eisen was busy, he in some ways acted as a surrogate father to the princess. In some ways, Cullen blamed himself for her disappearance, even though it was insisted that Legion had something to do with it. Cullen couldn't believe that; it just...didn't make sense to him.
He walked silently with the king for a few minutes before finally deciding to speak up. "So, uh...Any word on Amber?" He asked cautiously, putting his arms behind his head. "It just seems like it's been a while since we had any news. There has to be something, right?" The question lingered as Eisen walked in silence, which to Cullen felt like ages. The man finally let out a sigh, shaking is head tiredly. "Nothing, Finn. I'm sorry." He replied, lifting his hand and letting it rest on his friend's shoulder. "You did your best, friend. Don't dwell on it any more than that." As they reached the foot of the palace, they stopped for a second to exchange unspoken words. From Cullen, an expression of clear sorrow, even a little bit of regret. From Eisen, despite attempts not to, was an expression of anger. The only question was who did he blame for all of this?
Legionnaire notes: Legion-era Atlesian Knights. Android soldiers armed with weapons ranging from swords to fully automatic assault weapons. A small group of roughly ten carry heavy explosives, as well as grenade launchers and RPGs.
Guardian notes: Legion-era Paladins. Large mechs armed to the teeth for warfare. Generally used against Grimm, but are capable of incredible damage to human targets. Guardians are armed with at two energy guns on their sides, rocket launchers mounted onto their back, and double-barreled guns on the sides of the energy guns.
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Jun 15, 2016 10:36:26 GMT -6
It was almost time. Aisio stood, grabbing Excalibur's scabbard and placing it upon her back. She readied herself to deploy, drawing Excalibur and readying her shield. The shattered blade slid easily out of its sheath, the dull red metal glistening in the dim light. As the captain spoke over the intercom, Aisio smiled grimly and saluted. "It is an honor captain." The muttered words were hardly audible to anyone, even herself. It was almost time, Legion would not be played for fools, and Aisio was ready to win this incoming war. She braced herself, the adrenaline of the oncoming battle pulsing through her veins.
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Post by Dusty Ghrian on Jun 15, 2016 21:45:36 GMT -6
Dusty placed his glasses back onto his face, his vision sharpening drastically. Luckily, nothing had happened in the short span of blur his sight had become, but he still felt uneasy. It was like watching a balloon reach its limits. It kept expanding and expanding and he knew that the pop was going to come eventually, but he didn't know when and when it did, it always made him jump. The young man drew his twin knives and snapped them together, letting Daybreaker reform into his hands. The bowstring snapped itself between each limb of the bow as he tapped a button on the miniature computer screen set in one gauntlet. He drew a single arrow, its head now filled with Kinetic Dust, from his quiver and notched it onto the string.
The balloon had kept growing and growing, but still, it had not popped.
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jun 15, 2016 22:08:12 GMT -6
Ferr took a moment to mentally prepare himself. The promised hour was almost upon them and he had to be ready. It had been some time since he needed to fight any living person in combat. He was not a fan of the idea of killing, So he was doubling his resolve to make non-fatal blows during this operation. It was easy to take a life and much harder to maintain it. That is what makes life worth living and sharing. The man with hair blocking his vision looked up as the Captain's voice began to break silence. "Exterminate opposition" he said. Far to late to back down now. Even if he had the chance Ferr wouldn't do it. It would bring shame to his family, his Kingdom, and himself. Once the Captain ended his speech, he saluted the speakers and stood at attention. "Aesir, the clan of war will not fail this day or any other day." Ferr said aloud. He turned to his side and lifted Gungnir from it's position against his leg. He moved away from the cargo bay and moved to scout out his fellow fighters.
The men and women looked respectable. Strong, slick, equipped and looking confident. That alone will not win this fight however. Only bringing the royal family and council to justice will grant a victory to the Kingdom. As Ferr scooted around the airship, his azure eyes fell upon the crimson maiden Aisio. A stranger who held a field of magnetism over the warrior. A puff of laughter forced it's way up through Ferr's throat. The muffled out-burst escaped into the cold and tense air. His already pumping blood began to boil at the thought of seeing the maiden in combat. Inching towards her, the grip on Gungnir tightened like a well-made vise. Was it a good time to introduce himself? Probably not before they, well, went to war. He opted for walking to her side and looking down at the woman. He placed his shield up with a smile, hoping she knew to bump the shield with her own. It was similar to a fist bump in many circles.
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Post by Haru on Jun 16, 2016 9:20:45 GMT -6
The snow blowing throughout the city had made it hard to hold conversations with townspeople as Haru had figured out, reducing him to simply walking throughout town. He still had a feeling that this assault from legion was coming, he only wondered when. Haru knew many deaths would come to the human and Faunus races in this day, unnecessary deaths in Haru’s thoughts. Haru didn’t know whether or not he would be part of the bodies after the war, he knew was up to him to make sure he wasn’t. Walking Haru thought he saw a unique sight, a kid his age maybe a year older, geared with armor and a bow. Simply ignoring the person Haru kept walking forward.
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