NationStates Jolt Archive

Members of the Norse Alliance sit around the fire pit, their Council ended, those who remain share a drink together.
Amongst the men are two Norse women. The first, dressed in casual riding clothes, a single ornate dagger strapped to her thigh, her blonde hair in braids, is Brusca the Valkyrja.
The other, a tall willowy young woman with long wild silver grey hair, her heavy silver robe almost matching, is Silth of the sisterhood in her human form.

She turns her golden eyes upon Brusca and speaks
"Brusca, there is a full moon soon and we would like to welcome the Wolflands with a hunt in our usual manner."

Brusca grins.
" A hunt eh? That would be a fine idea Silth, we need to learn to work together, the old with the new, learn what skills each can bring to the Alliance."

She turns to those around her.
"Friends, Silth has proposed a Hunt, in the manner of the Norse Alliance, not for game, but for each other. This will give us opertunity to test each others skills and to welcome our new friends to the region, what say you?"

Lord Henrik's eyes shine and is first to speak.
"Hmmmmmmh....a hunt!"

Brusca smiles at him.
"Yes Henrik, but not to the death. Perhaps for those who have not yet joined our hunts I had better explain?"

She takes a long drink form her tankard and continues.
"The rules are simple my friends. No holds barred, modern a traditional weapons can be used, BUT NO SILVER IS TO BE TAKEN ONTO THE FIELD UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.
The idea is to "tag" the enemy by which ever non lethal means necessery.
Be there no doubt, there are many caualties, but myself, Lord Grendals men and Fenris and the sisterhood have all trained in this way and to date there have only been three fatalities, (and one of them was because he fell form a tree)."

She pauses for a moment and cathces the look on Lord Henriks face.
"And no Henrik, you cannot use your tanks and heavy artillery. This is one on one skirmish. It will take place in the woodlands and plains that border our nations."

Lord Grendel is the first to answer.
"A hunt eh? I may not be able to attend myself Silth, but I will send berserkers for Brusca to command."

Brusca nods in agreement, it was a while since she had contol over troups and keeping Grendel's men under control would be a challenge, though she hoped that some of his women, (skilled trackers and hunters), would join her as well.

The Wolkin leader of Fenris, a huge beast of a man ferrel in appearance, licks his lips and growls quietly in his throat.
"We will be with you the pack will hunt."

"It's barbarism!" Shouts Maciavely in disbelief.

"No it's training, but if you're a wuss Mac?......" Brusca answers.

"I'm not a wuss. I just like killing people. wait... hmmm" The penny begins to drop.

"Not killing, just tagging" Brusca replies

"dangit... oh well, I guess I'm in. Can I bring lobsters? At least then that would bring some excitement... (to pinch people with, if you are wondering)"

Brusca sighs and tries to stifle a laugh.
"Lobsters? Oh well, if you really want to, it'll make a nice snack"

The rest join Brusca's laughter and they make light hearted fun of each other for the rest of the evening.
Some hours later Silth excuses herself, moving a little way from the fires light, she takes of her dress and placing an amulet upon her arm she transforms into the powerful form of a werewolf.
She sniffs the air and licks her lips and dropping on all fours heads off into the darkness an towards the Wolflands.

OOC Information.

This is a roleplay for the Norse Alliance.
IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO JOIN YOU WILL HAVE TO HAVE A VALID REASON FOR BEING IN OUR REGION OR ON OUR LANDS.
Unless you have done this any posts made by non alliance members will be ignored completely.

Silth (Lycanthrope Sisterhood) is having difficulty posting on jolt. For some reason her email address is not being recognised and she can read the form but not contribute.
For that reason and that reason only, I will be posting on her behalf and will cut and paste exactly what she has said.
To tyr and stop this from being confusing, I will do my best to remember to post hers in Royal blue, but apologies now if I forget!

Mmh....so tagging it is then, dear. Allow me to return promptly then, I do not have the right non-lethal gear to undertake such a....."mission"...Like this one..

Henrik stood up grinning and walked off from them. "It'll be only 10 minutes!" and hopped onto his pure-black coloured horse, that without saddle and with it's attitude seemed rather wild, and then left riding off furiously with it, so he'd be able to find his equipment...

ah! a hunt! i will find my elite conpany right away and be back with non-lethle weaponry before midday tomorrow.

and with that Lord Zorray, ruler if New Fish Pie, rides off in the same direction as Henrik on a bay stallion.

Brusca watches the two leave and shakes her head

Ah well, I'm sure they'll be back with some strange devices stashed away.....I hope they realise what they're letting thmeselves in for!

OOC: please don't use smilies... at all... for my eyes and tastes if for no other reason.

IC:
*Decid wandered around the group as they readied themselves. An awkward band of warriors they've assembled here... some look half insane, others seem to be deadly serious. A good mix of warriors though I suppose, makes a good mix of game for the pack.*

"Lorian! Grab the rifle's, load them up with the paint shot we have used to train our cubs. Quickly!"

*Lorian, an apparent servant or member of lower status, quickly did this, loading up a well camoflagued rifle with clearly marked paint shells, handing it over.

Decid quickly expelled the first round, a dud round to prevent jamming in these awkward devices, and grinned.*

"I do hope paint on fur or flesh will count as a significant "tag" as you say?"

Silth looks on with mild amusement, baring her teeth in a huge wolven grin.
We prefer to use our claws and teeth..... but I see why you believe the others will need to be painted......they will use their guns on us....and their blades......but it will not cause us more than a little discomfort and we try not to break the humans too much.....but be aware some are stronger than they seem.....do you know of the berserkers?

Riding up on a large chestnut stallion, Maciavely dismounts, bringing with her a large bag of something. With a grin on her face, she heads over to the fire, but not before loosening her horse's saddle. "Hello, Brusca, Decid." She said, bowing slightly to both of them. Hoisting the bag up, so that the contents would not be dirtied by the soil, the lady ambled closer to the fire, then laid the bag back on the ground. Tucking her golden locks back, she opened the bag, pulling out one of its squirming crimson contents. With a slightly evil grin, she poked a stick through its abdomen, and held it over the crackling flames. "Would anyone like some? I did as Brusca asked, and brought some garlic butter. It's not melted, but what are fires for?" She asked, then brought her attention back to the spitted crustacean, turning it gently, to cook all parts evenly. "So when is this... uh, game of tag to commence?" She asked, wondering where the rest were. "I'm sure these little fellers want to get out of there!" She grinned again, and then pulled the dripping lobster out of the fire. It had ceased to move, and smelled slightly odd. Hmmm, perhaps that fish market wasn't as reputable as I thought. Maciavely mused to herself, then twirled the stick, causing the limp form at the end to rotate on its wooden axis. Humming, she picked at its legs absentmindedly, looking up occasionally to see what was happening around her.

Brusca shakes her head.

"We'll head out late evening.
As soon as everyone has got their people together."

She looks up at the sky.

"It's going to be a good clear night and perfect with a full moon to hunt by. Of course that means that the werewolves will have a slight advantage, but life has never been fair and well......it's their party."

*Decid looks up at the cool, clear crisp sky and smiles. This is going to be interesting indeed... fighting under a foreign land, but Artemis's eye still watching, ever watching for us. He then turned to the group while sitting in his human form, gently going over every inch of his rifle with his hands*

"Indeed it's true, Artemis's eye watches for her beloved tonight, but I'm sure her revealing gaze will also benefit our less furry companions as well. After all, werewolves are half human, and thus half the craftyness and sometimes... sleaze as they are."

*he grins at that, making sure to make eye contact with any of the non-werewolves at that.*

"Regardless... how about this. I have a proposition that may allow us something to think about in those assuredly cold nights that await our travels. Perhaps... a friendly wager? Nothing big, simply choose something that you'd like to... nay, be WILLING to part with, so that the winner can have the spoils of a proper victory in these games. A proposition merely of course, but one in all the same."

(Silth grins wickedly, she takes off her amulet and returns to her human form.
Walking over the Decid, she whispers in his ear, then with a wicked laugh, walks away again.)

"Not that you have a hope of winning of course", She calls back to him

It's late evening, the hunters are assembled on a plain in the Valkyrja lands.
The forests, woodlands and copses, which is to be their hunting ground surounds them and they eagerly look for their first entry points.

They have eaten with each other, just to remind themselves that they are comrades and allies.
The mood in camp is tense, filled with anticipation and expectation, but light hearted banter between each nation and it's allies keep the atmosphere friendly.

Brusca stands and calls for attention.

"Friends!
The moon is almost at it's hieght, she looks up, at the bright silver disc clearly seen in the sky, it is a glorious clear night and perfect for a hunt!

Remember, this is close cambat, no long distance sniper fire, stealth is what is needed here and is what to be practiced."

She grins.

"And apart from that, anything goes!
Use you skills, use your best judgement and fight by fair means or foul, because if you don't your hunter will!"

She looks to Silth, now in her wolven form, to start the hunt!

Silth stands to her full hight and raises her head to the moon, howling a loud and blood curdling cry and is immediately joined by her sisters.

For a split second, an eary silence falls upon those present.
Then dropping on all fours, as one Silth and her sisters leap into action, heading off into the forest........

Brusca, eyes gleeming with excitement, raises her spear and Grendels berserkers and huntress' follow her at a jog.

on the far side of the woods a group of riders appear over the hill side. they hear the wolves howl and their leader turns and says to them "we're late, the others have began. remember it's non-leathal, and don't try hand to hand combat with a werewolf" with that they dismount and silently dissapear into the forest.

Deap enough into the forest not to be seen, Brusca stops her group.
She sends the women off to scout and the men to prepare themselves.
As each set about their tasks Brusca climbs an oak and finding a suitable bow she settles herself to wait.

"Blah, we are late."
"They must have already began."
"It does not matters. Just keep your eyes open."

The three norsemen walked in their black military uniforms, wearing a type of light armor that seemed to be weight less than the regular metal, without losing it's resistance. They carried a large number of small light throwaxes made of the same strange metal, and in their hands, small practical Paintball machineguns. They were equipped with special helmets with several Heat, Infrared, X ray, and other filters, computer assisted.

"There is a signal there. Forth." Ulvson said, and they readied their weaponry as heading there.

(Silth hunches down low to the ground, two of her sisters with her.
She sniffs the air and licks her lips in satisfaction)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...........Fish man has come and Brusca's 'friend' also......I can smell much electricity .......

(The sisters snigger amongst themselves)

He calls her dear...........we will leave him for her to capture.......first we will see what the others do.....then go and eat pie......

From her vantage point Brusca watches the movements in the forest, it was interesting how each used their skills.
At one point a wolflands hunter had stopped under the tree.
He had looked around, sniffing suspiciously, but she had made sure that there were enough scents around her chosen hide out, to cover any track she had left.
Holding her breath, she waited until he had left.

*nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Decid stood frustrated in the midst of the forest, surpressing his desire to give into Artemis's desires and transform and howl for her aid and comfort. He was on the prowl after all, and he couldn't frighten these prey with aimless howling. He had to use finesse, something he wasn't, in all honesty, good at. However, luck was also neccesary in a hunt.

Right at that moment, he spotted a member of the Sisterhood and smirked, poking his eye onto his 2x zoom (something he considered close combat ... or at least close enough) and waited for her to come to pass by. She took her sweet time however, moving cautiously, and Decid couldn't help but be fascinated by their technique as he waited for her to move into the general range. Little farther... come on... Ready to pull the trigger he waited, controlled his breathing, and steadied himself for the shot...*

(Just as he is about to shoot he is flattened, face forward onto the ground. He feels hot breath on the back of his neck and hears a low menacing growl.)

Always remember.....that to hunt in twos is better than to be alone......you depend too much....upon these weapons.....use your instincts and taste and smell and eyes.....This time is a warning.....the next you are marked....

(Silth licks his ear and before he can turn around, she and her sister are gone)

*Can't help but curse silently. He didn't want to agree, but he had too. He'd relied a bit heavily on his weapon, not paying attention to anything but his target. Tunnel Vision. His pack had strayed off, and he decided to find it. Slinging his rifle across his back he walked carefully along, meeting his pack after a simply few, but excruiatingly long seeming, steps forward. Half his pack was in their hybrid form, the rest were simply human.*

"Quiet! All of you! Don't depend too heavily on your arms, they're craftier then one might think. Look. Listen. Sniff. Be a pack. I'll lead you on, the rest of you guard whoever is on point, and alert... QUIETLY to a foreign presence. We're stalkers of the night here, not the howling pack we're used to being, that will just get us marked and out of here awful quick. Understood?"

*the pack nodded and agreed with whatever sort of agreement they let on*

"Good. now, we'll be heading south, northeast, then south again. I spotted through my scope a decent ambush zone their, a cave surrounded by low underbrush. We'll slip in their, mark whoever is already there if anyone, and take it for our own. Be careful, and remember, alert with a quick quiet yip to the presence of any foreign hunters."

*again the pack nodded, and they went on their way. It seemed, by a casual observers watching, that their strength was in numbers. They we're used to hunting in a pack, and they fell into pecking order quickly and without order too. Hybrids sniffing and listening, humans watching and aiming about looking for potential targets or threats, and Decid leading his pack, directing his war machine, all without but one or two twigs bent underfoot as they snuck their way to the ambush zone.*

Brusca's Huntress' sit and wait in their hiding places, scattered about the woodlands and copses.
Almost simultaniously four of them lock their sights on likely targets and fire.

The first arrow to hit home catches the trooper stood next to Henrik, catching him with such force on his arm, that it almost spins him round full circle.
Hendrik immediately scans the area, the shot had come from the direction they were travelling, but the heat pattern was no longer there.

The second hits Decid's back marker, hitting the wolf fare and square in between it's shoulder blades, dropping it to the ground.

The third shot finds it's mark in a Fish pie's solidiers foot, as it penetrates through his boot and into the ground.

The fourth almost misses it's target as, a Sister twists round at the faint wooshing sound of the arrow flies towards her, she is nicked on the left ear.

(Before the huntress can move, tow of the sisters have her pinned down, snarling into her face.
One, the one she had nicked with her arrow, shakes her head causing spits of blood to spatter all present.
She bares her teeth, her eyes gleaming with the lust for blood, then her face softens.)

"Good shot Corsca, you have marked me and now I too repay the debt"

(With a swift, but gentle, movement the shewolf nips Corsca's ear, taking a small piece with her fangs. Licking her lips she grins and steps back to allow the huntress to stand.)

" Come we are dead, let us return to the fire and see if we have the humiliation of being the first."

the soldier is caught by surprise and falls over, one of his comrads laughs at him, 2 more wave their guns around wildly, and one bends down to look at the arrow. "Bruscas people are in the area." he looks at the angle of the arrow, sees where it must have come from, and fires a few shots in that direction. he hears a quiet hiss of pain. The captin looks worried.
"brusca isn't going to send someone on her own. stay allert." he draws his sword. "spread out- groups of 3. try not to be seen again"

In reprisal, three more arrows are fired, two hit their targets.
There is a quick rustle of leaves then no movement can be seen.

as the one of the archers takes aim at another soldier, a sword appears at her neck. it only leaves a slight cut. "we're not that stupid you know." he says and turns. there's a rustle in the tree above him, and the man has an arrow in his arm. 2 more gun shots are heard from the next clump of bushes, and a drop of blood comes out of the tree. the captin shows himself. "there's to many of them round here, lets go" the men dissapear.

Brusca watches from her vantage point as those who have been 'killed' leave the woodlands and join the others by the fire.
She still sits patiently for her particular prey.

over in some bushes near a cave lord zorray, and his half of the soldiers that had come to the hunt, had been watching the people from wolflands for the past five minuites. they had gone in to the cave and tagged the few gards zorray had left in there, but not before one of the gards had sounded his horn. that was the signal he'd been waiting for.
he rolled a smoke granade into the cave, a few of his men tagged the wolfland gards. he had the cave in his gun sights, ready to put a rubber bullet in the leg of the first few men that came out. he'd have to be quick, the smoke would tell everyone in the forest that they where here. "give it 2 minutes then run" he wispered. the first man came out of the cave...

(There is a blood curdling howl from behind Zorray and he is knocked off his feet as something large and hairy hurls itself past him to get at his marksman.
Three more of his men are taken down and he himself is sat on.
The three she wolves look towards Zorray and the werewolf sat on him.
The remainder of his men are surrounded by the sisterhood pack, growling and snarling and snapping every time one of them blinks let alone tries to use their weapon.)

"Mark two......the other and their leader is given another chance......we are here to learn....they cannot do that from the hearth side....."

(The marksman has his collar torn from his shirt, the other a tooth graze across his cheek. Zorray feels the hot panting breath of Silth on his neck near to his ear.)

"Lord Zorray, when we meet again, the prize will be mine."

(She licks his ear and launches herself off him and into the darkness of the forest.
Acting as one, the rest of the pack run through his soldiers pushing, tripping and jostling them to make their escape during the following confusion.)

"shit, i wonder how long they've been watching us. we'll have to be much more carefull, no more smoke." the men pick themselves up off the ground. a sergant looks around with his infra-red binoculars. "wolfland men comeing this way"he said.
"lets go" replied zorray. "i hope captin Jathic's had better luck"

The three men continued forward until they reached a clear area of the forest, rather big. They were extra careful as they moved in, and their heat based radars detected people, but not yet close enough to pose a threat.
"Allright, let's set this."
One of the men with his backpack started to make a mini trench and sandbag-type barrier as quickly as he could, the second installed a better more efficient radar onto the floor, a tripod, and then a specially designed paintball spraychaingun, while the last man, Henrik the leader planted in the centre of their mini fortification a flag of his Kingdom, and remained in alert watching everything around him carefully so they wouldn't be striken while weaker. In less than five minutes, the job was done, and the three men stood there in their mini fort, one of them onto the chaingun and the other two with their trusty standard paintball machineguns. The radar was set facing upwards so they'd be able to see anything coming in advance.

"Lets let them taste their guts." Henrik said.

At Brusca's signal small smoky bush fires are set around 'Hendriks' clearing

Let them use heat seaking equipment through that lot!

She grins wickedly

The two men wondered what the heck was going on and stood readier. However Henrik had more experience and just deactivated the Heat sensor on the radar, allowing for all of the other sensors to work. He decided to go one step forward and after the press of a few buttons got a nice high resolution eagle-eye view of the whole area, and there he could see each participant like a little spot, and of course themselves. "Remain calm, we're not gonna fall to some silly trick."

As the men checked their radar a volley of arrows whistled throught the air from the cover of the rough ground in front of them.
Had they not been trying to avoid the shower, they would have seen several 'dots' disappear into the thicker woodland.

However, only one of the three men had been watching the radar. The other two saw the arrows and fired a stream of paintballs into that direction, one of them moving then to push Henrik so he wouldn't be hit by one of them, the other one since he was behind the chaingun, basically pelted everything in the direction of whatever shot those arrows.

Henrik growled. "Can't you pull anything but tricks?!"

In answer to his question, four of the sisters, making as much noise as possible , howling and snarling hurled themselves towards the rear of their fortification, just as another volley of arrows hit them from the left.

"KRIIIIIG!!!!!!, OPEN FIRE!" Henrik shouted.
The chaingun man instantly darted to turn around and sent the massive fire towards the incoming sisters, who really would stand no chance against a frontal attack. However Henrik himself and the other one kept struggling to avoid the arrows, but one of them got one stuck in his shoulder, yet this did not stop him from firing back where they came from as Dierik took cover and shot right away at the leading incoming sister.

Their attention taken by the sisters, they don't even hear Brusca's war horse charging towards them.
As it leaps over their 'wall' she grabs the flag and riding low on it's back to prevent being shot, is off again into the dense woodlands.

The flag was a trap, and as soon as she was about to take it the three men freaked out and leaped out and away, when she took it a paintball mine exploded and stained her and her horse completely with it, not to mention the sisters had already been pelted away to hell.

"You, help him stand, this is not over!" Henrik ordered, and the healthy man helped the other stand as they got ready for whatever would come next, Henrik reloaded his weapon quickly and them three put their backs together to cover all angles, and activated their personal radars again, lowering the visor on their helmets. The man with the arrow had to hold his gun with his left, non skilled hand, for his other arm had been damaged.

Brusca slows down enough to realsie that she is 'dead'
Damn him!
She turns and looks back, then grins......

Now I wonder how long it's going to take for them to realise their little trap has spattered themselves with paint and that they too are 'blown up'?

The trap, had been set slightly into the ground. That caused it to explode mostly upwards. If any, if the explosion had been real, they'd have been barely burnt, and only that. One or two lil drops won't kill anyone...

"It would appear that you have made an error - Henrik then grins - Look up Brusca in a Spanish dictionary..."

Seeing that the men aren't taking their hits Brusca rides out onto the plain.

"Henrik, you forget the rules, I see two of your men marked and you yourelf have your own paint on your boots. Do you concede or are we to do this for real?"

The two werewolves who were playing dead on the ground role over and get to their feet.
Four huntress' stand up from the rough ground arrows readied.

"Eh? It's just some stupid droplets. In battle we don't flinch when some little scrap hurt us, besides, we're lightly armored. There is no way that would have killed us. Except him. You're dead." The arrow man stepped aside and fell onto one knee. The remaining two stood there back with back. "I suggest that you back down, I and my Soldier here are nowhere defeated yet, and you know, those arrows can be potentially lethal. What if they had hit my man in the neck or the heart, hm?" Henrik narrowed his eyes.

"My archers are trained Henrik, with more disipline than your rabble.
Had that been real explossives you would be more than limping now wouldn't you?
Now do you concede or do we fight for real?"

Brusca draws her claymore and the four sisters snarling ready themselves to move.

"RABBLE?! I advice you to take that back at once, and I advice you to show respect to me as I have shown to you, unless you wish to make of a friend, an enemy, for all my words so far have been but logical, and everything planned so we'd survive, though one did not have the luck." Henrik seemed infuriated by her attitude. Goddess or not, he won't back down. He wondered if she'd be half as brave without her über magik and all of her support troops, and if she really saw her own foolish logic to be correct or if she simply was trying to annoy him.

*Decid grins. He'd taken a few casualties from the arrows himself, but now he had a whole mess of arguing people in his sights. This is perfect he thought, aiming down his 2x sight, the rest of them, exceptthe one that got marked, guarding his back. Decid then opened fire. Unfortuneatly he forgot his silencer, and as the first three shots went off and hit their mark in quick succession loud "BAP BAP BAP's" echoed through the forest. This doesn't pinpoint his position, but it does say that their close enough to get off three hits.*
"Shit! Hamas, where are the silencers!"

Hamas: "Sorry sir I didn't remember them..."

Decid: "Damn this! They're bound to be pissed and alert now, keep an eye out on the rear, fire at anything thats hairy and moves. Hell, fire at anything that moves! Not like we brought SILENCERS or anything to hide us!"

*Decid growls, slidding down the hill he aimed around quickly, scanning the horizons*

"You forget that this is a training excercise, once marked you are to all intence and purpose dead.
Accuse my huntress' of not being able to control their arrows and I will call your men rabble Lord Ulvson.
I saw none of them, or the sisterhood cheating and continueing after they had been hit.
I'll step back and allow them to continue the fight if you wish? After all, unless there is silver in your paint the werewolves are also unharmed and even if you had real bullets in your guns, they would have mown through you like a sithe through grass."

The sisterhood move restlessly, instinctively taking up better positions, their yellow eyes glinting in the reflected moonlight.

At the sound of gun fire, Brusca's horse snickers and flicks it's ears.
The two sisters who had not been 'killed' immediately dissapear into the undergrowth and all but two of the huntress' melt away.

Brusca doesn't even look around to see where the shots have come from, she keeps her eyes fixed on Henrik and shrugs.

"Well I am dead, so that is not my fight. Now, do we have ghosts fight each other or do you allow your remaining 'live' highly trained and professional soldiers the chance of staying that way and letting them get into some cover?"

She grins at Henrik.

"I myself have a place near the fire and a tankard of something strong in mind, do you want a lift?"

She leans forward, totally ignoring the commotion behind her and offers him her hand.

Running through the undergrowth with practiced ease, the huntress' circle the Wolflands soldiers and wait for the signal to show that they each have their targets in view.

(The two shewolves now joined by another also get into possition, crawling on their bellies as low to the ground as they can, they lay still and watch and wait.)


(Meanwhile Silth wanders into Henrik and Brusca's view......)

"You bicker like an old married couple.......you are both dead my friends......you were both foolish and reckless in your quest to better each other....go to the fire side and drink......let others finish their hunt....."

(She turns and runs back into the forest)

deep in another part of the forest, the 2 groups from new fish pie meet. they're both slightly smaller than they where at the begining, and all the surviving troops have got beeds of sweat on them, even though it's a cool night. Zorray is the first one to talk. "about 5 woolflanders tagged, Silth came up behind us before we could do much more. lost 2 men."
"us and some of Bruscas lot had a scuffle. killed 3 lost 3." the captin pulls out his pair of infra-red binoculars and scanns the area. there range is shortened by the dense forest. "group of people about half a mile north, and a small party setting an ambush at the end of this path." he's been talking up till now in a quiet vioce. then, in a loud voice that's almost a shout "nope, all clear"
"lets go then!" replied zorray, in the same loud voice, and strolls off down the path towards the waiting ambush. it would seem to the casual observer that his group was now half the sise.

Henrik just sighs and then goes like Bleh. "Yeah, whatever....these rules pretty much suck....the paint on me is so little I could rub it off with my axe.....lets go" Then he looked at the other two soldiers. "You two back to base, he still needs to get that arrow out of himself." They nodded and started then to stride away, one of them helping the wounded one.
"I still did beat you though..." Henrik grinned, and he had forced himself calm down before his anger would have him have 4 Panzerdivisions roamming around the area, shooting and burning all. "Mmh....I'm more tired than I thought....."

"Oh come on, hop up and I'll help you back to the fire side, you poor old man!"

She lets him take her hand and he pulls himself up onto her horse behind her.

Then he looked at the other two soldiers. "You two back to base, he still needs to get that arrow out of himself." They nodded and started then to stride away, one of them helping the wounded one.


(The two "dead" werewolves of the sisterhood, join Henrik's soldiers. One removes her amulet and returning to her human form, helps with the wounded man. The other stays as she is and takes point to ensure that they are not attacked by accident.)

"small party coming down the path in front!"
half of the people point their guns straight down the path the remaining people look in all directions, alert. some draw their meter long swords. they have learned from the run in with sisterhood. the small party might just be a decoy. they come round the bend in the path. most have got paint on them, one man has an arrow in his arm.
"false alarm" said zorric "it's only a party of dead people. and wolves."

(The werewolf sniffs the air as it passes the Fish pie group and grins a toothy grin)
"If I were not already dead"
(She licks her lips)

Fish Pie watch warily until the 'dead' group have dissapeared down the pathway.
The forest seems uncommonly quiet for this time of night.

As they turn to continue, they hear a loud commotion to the left of them.

"oh shit what is that"
the men hastaly find cover in groups of 3- 2 men with their guns out, 1 man ready with his sword. most people couldn't make out exactly who it was, but they weren't in fish pie uniforms, so the men opened fire. they aim for the arms and legs, but it's only rubber bullets, so they cannot do any lasting damage.

With great embarrasment they see that they have mistaken a stag for an attacker, it sqeels in pain as it drops shocked to the ground.

Mmh. **He smiled and took her hand, then hopped with her onto her Über horse and wrapped his arms around her waist** I'm really not that good at riding horses, y'know **He actually had to take classes before the hunt, but looked kinda halfway convincent anyways** Don't go so fast....heheh.. ^_^'

*Brusca shakes her head*

"So thats why you've got hold of me so tightly then is it? I'll get us there nice and slowly for you."

*She gently kicks the side of her war horse. It rears it's front legs kicking the air and hurls itself forward in a powerful and fast gallop."

this time the froup they where aiming at was huuman, and they where in uniforms. they didn't know what hit them. 2 seconds of rubber bullets, then the men charged in with meter long swords flailing. there was a lot of "dead" people. about half of the fish pie soldiers that charged in with swords had been marked. the rest retreeted very fast. Lord Grendles beserkers had finally met the enemy.

Though Fish pie retreated the berserkers continued after them, growling and snarling like wild animals attacking anything in their way.
Silths werewolves, in their human form using their strength and guile to guide them away from the 'enemy' if they became too dangerous or looked as thought they could kill.

Then one of the berserkers tripped on an antipersonal paintmine that for some reason must have been left behind by one of Henrik's men before they had been defeated, causing two of those to get "Killed"

(Sorry, I couldn't resist it......)

Brusca and her passenger arrive back at the camp.

"You can stop squeezing so tight now", she says in a rather strangled voice.

the running men cheered. they had led the beserkers into a trap. snipers on eather side of the path opened fire, the people who had been running turned round and started shooting to. another charge from men with swords. the captin "died" at the hands of a beserker, as did 2 other men. then they dissapeared into the forest again.

"the night is late, it's nearly dawn"
shure enough, there's a glow on the horizon.