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The Watchers in the Woods (Open for now)

The third most powerful nation of Feila, ruled by the Canine. The current system of government is Feudalist/Absolute Monarchy, with the monarch as the control of power and the aristocracy. It's military is fourth largest in number, and weaker than Gawain's or Edwin's. It consists of the Domus Army and Navy. It is geographically one of the smaller nations of Feila. Similar to Earth's medieval France.
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The Watchers in the Woods (Open for now)

Post by HistoricVeggies » Sat Aug 22, 2015 1:47 am

(OOC: I just couldn't wait any longer, as thinking about this kept getting me excited. It's open to join, but may close as more do so. I would love if you just jump right in and if you have any wish to discuss how your character will fit or have any other concerns about joining just shoot me a pm or post in the Roleplay discussion tread for Watchers in the Woods, but most of all let's all have fun!)


The evening sun hung low over the developing town, not many furs had moved out into the remote Domusian forests, but those who did were glad for it. This village unlike others was founded around an already existing monastery. The Together Fayth was not the most practiced or most influential, but there are furs who believe and the monks could not be more welcoming to their decision to start a town outside of their monastery. It sat in the center of town, a humble building made of tan bricks with large wooden doors closing off the entrance. In front of these doors was a courtyard or what once was a courtyard now turned into a town square and place of worship for the few townspeople who enjoyed life there. Among these townspeople was a young chocolate Lab by the name of Pierre, a young man with a family and skill, Pierre was the town blacksmith and respected member of the Together Fayth’s newest refuge.

Pierre pulled the finished spade out of the water and set it with the others waiting for the carpenter to finish the handles. The young dog wiped the soot from his eyes and sighed; he poured the cooling bucket into the forge to put it out and hung his apron on a hook near the exit of the forge. Pierre’s long day was over and he set out into the dim light of the evening sun. As he made his way home the people of the town were scarce, most settling into their home for supper and rest, a young monk however met Pierre on his walk home. “Celeste guide you.” He greeted, bowing his head to the blacksmith. “Loup protect you.” Pierre replied, smiling at the monk as they passed each other. The Lab entered his home and stretched with relief as his wife, a shapely German Shepard, stood on the other side of the room peeling potatoes. “Where is Annette?” Pierre questioned as he pulled his chair from the table and began to relax. “I sent her to fetch water for the stew.” His wife responded only glancing up from the peeling to answer her husband. “What a good daughter she is.” He replied reaching for the sliced bread that had been set on the table for supper. “Not until the rest is ready!” his wife scolded without even acknowledging the comment he made about their daughter as it was meant as a distraction. Pierre threw her a sheepish look and settled back into his chair. As the calm air settled around the town and Pierre prepared for a meal with his family, the tranquility was broken as a blood-curdling scream shattered the peace. Pierre jumped from his chair grabbing the short sword he had forged to protect his home as his wife whipped her head towards the door dropping the potato she had been peeling. “Stay here.” The young retriever said motioning towards his wife. He pushed open the front door and stepped into the street and saw that the house across from his own was bursting with flames and more voices of distress were coming from the monastery. Pierre made like he was going to head for the square, but was stopped by a sharp pain in the back of his head followed by blackness.

When Pierre came too it was dusk and orange light combined with the flames of the town made their once peaceful refuge look like a hellscape. His feet and hands were bound by thick rope and there were people in black leather armor and dark blue hoods rushing about with swords in hand. When Pierre looked to his left his eyes grew with fear, his wife had been bound and her throat slit, she now lay next to him lifeless; his daughter, alive but bound, lay next to her. They were in the courtyard of the monastery where the monks and citizens would pray, but there were more of the hooded soldiers and a single figure in dark blue robes standing in front of several long spears that had been dug into the ground in front of the monastery. The hooded soldiers began dragging the monks towards the spears and upon the robed figures orders strung them up and slit their throats. “NOO!!” Pierre screamed which was quickly quieted by a swift kick from one of the soldiers. This however caught the robed figure’s attention and he began walking over, but he seemed more to float with his long robes waving around him. The soldiers lifted him up, but he slumped with pain. The robed figured reached out a hand and placed it on his chin lifting Pierre’s face to meet his. The darkness of his hood disguised his face, but the sound of his voice sent shivers down the young dog’s spine. “Do you believe the story of Loup and Celeste?” he paused as if he wanted Pierre to answer, but when the scared Lab did not, he continued. “I do. Take the girl!” he ripped his hand away from Pierre with these words and pointed them at Pierre’s daughter, Annette. The soldiers dropped the dog harshly to the ground and took Annette by the rope that bound her hands together and drug her to the spears in front of the monastery. “NOO!!” Pierre screamed and continued to do so as the events played out. As the hooded soldiers strung Annette up others began to throw torches into the monastery. The building began to burn brightly and the robed man produced some sort of iron rod from the folds of his outfit as he strode over to the monastery. Pierre stared in horror at the soldiers tearing Annette’s shirt from her as she screamed. In the flames of the monastery the robed man heated the iron rod, who Pierre had realized was a branding iron. Annette’s screams tore through the burning village as a beetle was branded into her bare chest; the robed figure turned to Pierre and uttered the last words he would ever hear. “Cyrille guide and protect you.” These words rang in Pierre’s ears as the blade of the soldier standing next to him plunged into his chest.

________________________Several Days later___________________________________________

The large wolf sat atop his steed and dug through his pouch searching for the map the man in Rennes had given him. Alphonse pulled the folded paper out of his pouch as he thought of what the fur who had given it to him said. “Groups of Ensemble Foi were starting a town in the forests nearby; word is that no one’s heard from them since.” The lupine knight examined the map and then whipped his horse forward down the trail. The path had become almost overgrown, but the subtle marks of a wagon’s wheels where still visible. As the road finally opened into the town, Alphonse’s eyes widened a bit by the sight. All of the building were blackened and collapsed and there were bodies strewn about in the streets. He guided the horse forward towards the center of town as his wolfdog sniffed close behind. The horse jangled as the saddlebags and great sword strapped to his sides swayed. They entered the center of town where the sight was even worse. “Whoa, Nero,” Alphonse patted the horse and they came to a stop in front of a destroyed monastery. Five monks hang dead on spears and a sixth victim hung on the last, furs were bound and killed only to be left here, and the ground was smeared with dry blood, ash and mud. The strangest thing however was the excess of beetles on the bodies. Decomposition was bound to attract insects, but this was strange and the knight knew it. Alphonse dismounted from Nero and gave his dog’s head a pat before approaching the bodies hanging on the spears. The dead silence of this place made him nervous, but he had to get a closer look. As he had expected each monk and a young woman had their throats slit and their chests branded with beetles. “The Watchers,” he whispered when something made a noise. His horse began fidgeting with apprehension as he whistled for the wolf dog to come. He pulled his great sword from his horse leaving the sheath strapped on, Virgil, the knight’s loyal wolfdog, crouched by his legs, a soft growl growing in his throat. The noise was coming from the trees near the monastery and whatever it was he was prepared.

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Re: The Watchers in the Woods (Open for now)

Post by Catalina Tamiko » Sun Aug 23, 2015 11:50 am

The noise was in fact another fur. He stood slowly and sensing he was caught came into view. his armor was leather. Rough, old looking. He had a crossbow on his back. His bolts in a small quiver at his side. The other side held the short scabbard of a dagger. But his eyes. They were piercing. Cold, full of hatred. He was some kind of young dragon hybrid. Though what other speecies was lost amid the hard scales and horns.

"Alright... ye have me..." he stood quietly. But his hands clenched softly. He was ready to go for a weapon. A soft snort blew a thin line of smome from his nostrils. After a moment he spoke. "Did ye do this?" The words were harsh. Like his accent made it hard to speak like this. His tail curled up, aimed at thr dog. The tip had small thick spikes as he stood there menacingly.

"Toldir... enough." Another stepped out. A much larger male. This one completely dragon. "Though still frighteningly large he was more passive. "Forgive my son. We usually are not looked upon kindly." This larger male wore full plate armor. He hekd out a clawe hand in greeting to shake. "Paladin Knight Destrork. And my son and squire, Toldir. Pleasure to meet you sir."
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Re: The Watchers in the Woods (Open for now)

Post by Lummox » Sun Aug 23, 2015 5:48 pm

Merric was the type to try and keep his wanderlust under control, but after hearing stories of a group of Ensemble Foi starting a town nearby, he just had to go and see it for himself. As a follower of the Ensemble Foi himself, he wanted to see how his fellow religious brethren were doing and how well the town was developing. Perhaps, if he was lucky enough, he could transfer to this new town as their new guard and help with development. Maybe even become their captain of the guard! He couldn't help but be filled with quiet excitement as he traveled.

But as he neared the town, he smelled a sinister scent he hoped he never had to experience again. His nightmares finally took form when he entered the charred ruins of the place he was so excited to see. Merric could feel his fur begin to stand on end under his hood as he cautiously walked though town. Keeping both vomit and repressed traumatic memories down, Merric did his best not to look at the bodies. That is, until he reached the destroyed monastery and gazed upon the bodies that were strung up on spears. His legs wobbled as he nearly keeled over and vomited upon sight of the bodies and the beetles the covered them. His duty as a guardsfur still overruled his disgust as he inched closer to one of the bodies. There he spotted the beetle shaped brand on that certain body's chest. Once he finally felt like he got enough information from the body, he quickly rushed away from the bodies and pulled his hood down over his eyes. He stopped suddenly and hunched over to catch his breath, gagging slightly between exhales.

"Those damned Watchers....!" He cursed weakly between breaths and gags.

It was only about a couple seconds later that Merric noticed the voices nearby. His ears twitched and his gagging stopped for a moment just to listen. With one last deep breath, Merric stood up straight like a guard should and walked toward the source of the noise. He paused and coughed when he reached the two dragons and the dire wolf.

"I see I'm not the only one here," he said, his hand close to his war hammer. He kept his usual stern look, but he made sure to not look like he was about to faint. or vomit. or cry. "I'm Merric Brisbois of the Rennes Guard. I can only assume you folks are either investigators or other members of the Ensemble Foi....Right?" His eyes darted back and forth between the three, waiting for introductions.

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Re: The Watchers in the Woods (Open for now)

Post by HistoricVeggies » Mon Aug 24, 2015 12:14 am

Alphonse raised his eyebrows in surprise to see a rather large reptilian in the woods of Domus. He had heard stories of Kahun, but thought they were rare in this part of the world. His look of subtle surprise and curiosity was quickly replaced by a furrowed brow as he saw the look in the young dragon's eyes. Assuming such a rough looking fur with a look of such hatred could only be a grave-robber or other variation of bandit he widened his stance and took his sword with both hands in defense. He could make it before the fur drew his crossbow, but the dagger worried him until the dragon spoke. His accent was thick and his words were harsh enough to make Virgil stiffen and snarl, but he was confused by what he said. "Did ye do this?" Alphonse raised a brow in confusion, but before he could utter a another word, a larger dragon stepped out from the trees. Upon sight Alphonse became even more rigid and Virgil's growl became slightly more audible, but this one seemed friendlier. Alphonse's stance softened and he lowered his blade to his side as the adult stepped forward with a hand extended,Virgil however stayed on guard. Taking the offer and shaking once firmly the wolf said, "My name is Alphonse..." he stopped to ponder for a moment taking a look down at the decorated hilt of his sword. This moment of thought was interrupted however by another fur.

A stern looking dog stopped not far from their meeting. "Alphonse," he replied still thinking about whether or not to tell them of his relation to the Knights, though he was the last and only member of his virtually unknown order he decided not to hide it, "of the Knights of Eulalie so in a way, yes, I am of the Fayth." He stepped back towards his horse and motioned for Virgil to heel, which he immediately obeyed by sitting down. Alphonse slid his blade back into its sheath and unstrapped it from the horse. "Might I ask what the three of you have come here for?" looking from the dragon pair to the guard while walking to the other side and opening a saddle bag.

Sighing at the task he was about to undertake he produced a small dagger from the bag, most likely used for eating. He cut them off before anyone could answer saying "While we may yet know if we side with each other's causes, I think one thing is clear." Sighing again he slung his large sword across his back and began walking towards the monks hanging in front of the monastery, "these people deserve a proper last rites." He began sawing through the ropes that bound them to the spears and motioned for the others to help him gather the bodies strewn about. The body dropped from the spear and he pulled it to the side preparing a pile for cremation. "What can we put together to avenge these poor souls?" He said almost in a whisper turning to the others with a forlorn look he began towards the next body.

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Post by Catalina Tamiko » Thu Aug 27, 2015 6:04 pm

The larger dragon motioned his son to assist while he pulled back his hood and moved to a more open patch of ground. "I shall prepare graves for them." He said. Toldir nodded to his father. Much calmer now as he moved to help. Spreading his wings and lifting up with gentle flaps he moved to assist them in taking the bodies down.

The paladin, skilled in magic used it to shift the earth and open several individual graves. he was also able to raise blank headstones. As this was happening, the younger dragon was helping fo lay the bodies on the ground gently. He muttered in Kahunish softly. But it was clear at least he was disturbed by what had been done to these poor souls. Finally he spoke. "Our order had hear reports of strage activity here. Rumkrs of demons or rogue angels... we were sent to investigate... it seems.. we were too late."
With power comes responsibility. With responsibility comes duty. With duty comes honor. With honor comes shame......

There is no purpose in denying that you know nothing in the grand scheme of things. In an effort to prove otherwise, you would simply go mad.

To gaze at the Elder Scroll is to look into both the past, and the future, all possibilities of each, all at the same time, and believe that each, even the false ones, are all true, all at the same time.


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