A game of mines

[Dire Wolf]

(I dont really have much planned gais....)

Keen blue eyes gazed out at the ocean of shimmering green grass that waved back and forth at the wind's bidding. A simple single story structure rose from the ocean of grass, and looked someone ominous in its stark appearance. The gentle breeze lazily rolled across the plains of Eostre and ruffled the blueish white fur of his flank, and rolled across the midnight hued plates that covered his fluffy coat.

The mountains may have provided him with cold feet, but that was a small price to pay for heat. Adalwulf couldn't stop himself from breathing at the pace of a heavy pant from the heat, and the thick steel plates enameled in an obsidian black certainly didn't help things.

Alrraya was sheathed diagonally across his back, and her massive scabbard hung loose across it. While this was loud, and even painful at times, it allowed him to run on all fours unhindered... and it was worth a little pain from time to time. His staff was left behind, as he knew that this would be a combat oriented mission... and his great sword could do just as much if not more than that simple piece of wood and steel. His greathelm was also on him, though bound to Alrraya's scabbard at the moment... giving him the ability to breathe as he needed.

Wulf and a small team of his fellow mythics had been sen to the Eostre plains, just north of the fork in the river Celaeno to investigate one of the Etherium mines there. Communication had been cut, and one happenstance onlooker said that the Unum had seized it for their own. This couldn't happen.

"Just up therre," the beast said as he rose to his hind legs, stretching out to his full height of 7'3". Wulf didn't often walk on his hind legs, but he was more than capable of doing so. Not as stable as four legs... you simply can't trip a quadruped, "the Unum are here."

His senses were not the best, but even he could feel the presence of multiple Mythos users within the structure. Wulf padded closer to the mining building, his black-clad arm up and his hand wrapped around Alrraya's pommel.

[Rugs]

{Epic... crap. Isosorry T_T}

"We were bound to find them eventually," Kvothe muttered in response to Wulf's statement. "Now we just need to deal with them."

He was part of the team that had been assembled and sent out to reclaim the mine that the Unum recently seized. It was only fitting, with him being a Sword of Diligence, much like Wulf. Kvothe glanced at the massive Mythic out of the corner of one of his gold-and-hazel eyes. He didn't know much about the Wolvdrachen, but then again, as far as he knew, few within the Order did. But they were brethren as Swords, and Kvothe felt some camaraderie with Wulf because of that.

"Let's head up and take a look around. See if we can find anything or get a jump on them for once." The Rilan wasted little time starting up the ridge toward the mine, his staff punching little holes in the soft ground as he walked along.

Kvothe was armored this day, in the suit of red and gold armor that distinguished him from the other Swords. Well, distinguished him as far as a personalized suit of armor could go in a caste filled with warriors that had personalized suits of armor. But if this mission was to break down into heavy fighting, he'd need it.

The wind sighed around them as they walked. This would be Kvothe's first real foray back into the struggle against the Unum since his return from his Galactic travels. Events like the ones on Nal Hutta made sure that he hadn't grown unaccustomed to heavy fighting, but it was different. Now he was fighting for his home, for everything he believed in. Now, whether the others believed it or not, he was once again fighting in one of the opening skirmishes of a war. Sure, some called the current conflict with the Unum a war already, but it wasn't. The Lost and Forsaken Insurrection that happened a century ago was a war, and if they could not stop the Unum quickly, the current conflict threatened to explode into something similar, maybe even something worse than that terrible war had been.

But for now, it was limited to skirmishes like this, over resources. Kvothe would do everything within his power to ensure that they weakened the Unum as best they could, just as he knew his comrades would.

They came up to the top of the ridge, and to the large structure that sat atop it. Kvothe could feel the Mythos stirring within. Someone was in there--several people, if he was feeling correctly. "Wulf," he said, placing a hand on the Orcus' pommel, "there are two entrances into this building. You and some of the others take one side, me and the rest of us will take the other. We'll hit 'em from both sides at once."

[Apillis]

It is said that history repeats itself, and should one live long enough they can witness the past returning to the present. For having lived for well over a century, Legenia has seen much from mere past nuances within society and structure to all out warfare repeated within the present... or at least what was the present once upon a time. On and on time turns one its circular wheel and what was old returns, not necessarily always in the same form, but the traces are all the same while colored with all the same shades.

The Unum carry a new banner, but their diatribe is one Legenia had heard so long ago. It is an old, old story, one that Legenia had fought in, brought low its antagonists, and destroyed completely and utterly. These Unum are merely the same treasonous terrorists that seek to destabilize the world she so dearly craddles in her hands within her motherly protection. As any mother would seek the destruction of the predators that threatens her wards harm, so has Legenia for these Unum traitors.

The rise of the Unum however is something she took great interest in for all of those reasons. After all, if history were to repeat itself, she certainly wanted to bring about its previous conclusion to the present as well; and bear witness to it. In this current expedition to see that end, she travelled with large, monstrous creature calling itself Adawulf -- its brute strength was prehaps its only greatest attribute to lend to the cause, and the only one that Legenia required from it. The other being Kvothe, who isa member of the Swords of Diligence, an order in which she played a role in forming so long ago after the last rebellion of this kind.

Travelling through the lands Legenia had little to say if anything at all. In reality she never really spoke at all, only watching and observing the soldiers and the two leading them. No doubt it may have been a bit odd that the Elder is travelling with them on this expedition, and her presence she could tell brought an uneasiness to several of them whether through the Mythos itself or do to her position. But a hands on leader as she, she simply had to know what the Unum were doing within the area. Knowledge is a craving more than warfare, and without it in war one is lacking the greatest weapon and protection against their foes.

When the pair split up at the ridge, it was Kvothe she followed, though remaining silent until she felt it was prudent to make mention. But, why follow him? Well, there was a tinge of darkness she could sense within him, how or where it came from she did not know, but she liked and perhaps could nurture it. Whatever danger may come there way she did not fear, for with her strength within the Mythos, she had killed many by the score, and these Unum are just the same cavalier of the same old rebel scum from years now long past...

[Dire Wolf]

A threatening growl shook the beast's vocal chords and his icy blue eyes narrowed to a glare as he slid his thick greatsword from the scabbard across his back. At its broadest the sword was as wide as his head, and the blade was the hue of smoke and rippled from a thousand folds during its forging. Where most mythics used a staff to focus their powers, Adalwulf used Alrraya. Dark shapes twisted within the gems set into the sword's hilt, and seemed to drink in the light around it.

"Sounds good, Kvothe," the creature's voice was rough and held the quality of steel. Only after he felt Kvothe near the other door did he pulled back and slammed his hind paw against the door, forcing it open with a loud bang followed by a silent creak. The wolvdrachen had to hunch down slightly so he didn't have to angle his sword awkwardly.

Despite what he felt while he was well away from the building, Wulf felt no such presences within. One of his hands left Alrraya's pommel just long enough to pull his obsidian colored greathelm off of his head and sniff at the air. A foul odor hung in the air around him, mostly of super fine dust, but there were other things, too. Mostly blood, steel, and human body odors... none of which were Kvothe's or the elderly woman that rode with them.

One of those scents were as strong as it was foul, and its source was just beyond a small door. Unfortunately he didn't notice until it was too late, and one of the Unum strode through the door. Imagine the puny man's surprise as he rounded the corner to see a seven foot tall wolf on his hind legs, clad in a deep black armor that drank in the light like a drunkard and a greatsword that looked as if it weighed as much as he did.

The creature dropped his wolf head shaped greathelm and swung Alrraya with all his might. Her dark blade sheared through the Unum's neck and dug through the corner of the wall. All that Wulf could do for a moment was watch man's head fall, his expression forever etched onto his visage. In a flash he yanked his blade free and leaped through the door to find two more men, all surprised though not nearly as much as the man who'd been made a foot shorter.

Alrraya swung around in a wide arch towards the first man, who easily ducked below the brutal slash and drew his longsword. Before he could swipe the canine leaped fowards, dodging a stab from the second man and flinging the second to the ground. The black clad white wolf lunged downward, angling his head to the side so that his jaw would close around the man's neck. The metallic tang of blood and salty warm flesh quickly met his tongue. A taste that the canine sneered. He loathed blood and flesh. His jaw muscle relaxed and allowed the flesh to plop from his mouth, but the taste of blood would remain for longer.

Though he had no time to think on such things. Wulf whirled around just as his remaining enemy's longsword slammed against his plate, denting it but hardly going through. He whirled his claymore around, but wasn't in the position to throw an effective swing, and even Alrraya's massive weight was parried away. They exchanged slashes and dodges for a trice, the smaller and lither of the two dancing around Wulf with a flurry of hits against unyielding steel before the creature got his hit in. A stiff push of the Mythos was shot out, and slammed into the Unum who was caught flat footed at the attack. Most threw a hand out or used some kind of focus, but Wulf did not. As he flew back Wulf's blade whirled around and crashed through the platemail of the man's armor as if it were cheese. His strength and the blade's momentum sheared through both sides of the man, cutting him in half just below the waist.

Spitting the blood from his mouth, the creature walked out of the room and continued on, a little more wary than before...