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The Sixth Cohort [VI] - Charr Legion RP

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,∙•’ˆ`'-'´˜’•∙₊× Shattering Obsidian ×₊∙•’˜´'-'`ˆ’•∙,

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With the letter now in the hands of the Sixth, nothing could stand in the way of vengeance. To the Sixth, this had become personal. Obsidian had sold munitions to Separatists. Separatists who had killed brothers. Friends. Bandmates. Hell had been unleashed, and four warbands mustered at full strength. The Vanguard gave the all clear to the Charr to breach and clear the Obsidian factory while they gave support.

The first the underground facility knew of an assault was a Charr tank suddenly rolling up up front of their reinforced complex doors. With an loud explosion, a HE round buckled the doors, as Charr soldiers were suddenly disgorged from the rear of the tank, taking up positions as they waited for the doors to crumble. Another HE round and suddenly the doors peeled back like a giant can opener had been taken to them, and suddenly Charr soldiers sprinted in silence down into the underground complex.

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The Charr were initially met with silence. Running into a main room, flanked by passages either side. The suddenly the sound of rifles fired as security personnel engaged the Charr. The fight begun. The Charr started clearing the complex, room to room, using vicious and lightning tactics to overpower the Humans before they even knew what was going on. Twice the resistance threw up make shift barricades, using weapons that were meant for actual soldiers to try and cut down the Charr.

It was a slaughter. While orders had been given to spare those who were unarmed, mere workers, the same mercy was not shown to those holding a weapon. Battle hardened in the crucible of war, the mere contractors were outclassed, and soon they were sprinting from the Charr as their wounded lay screaming, quickly dispatched while Charr boots stepped over the dead, crashing on the hard stone floor as they jogged down the corridors.

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The last resistance was met in a storage room, stacked high with crates. Charr soldiers immediately crashed into the enemy line, momentarily slowed by boxes, chairs, anything that could be thrown into the way of the Charr onslaught. Fortune seemed to blink for a moment, as several Charr soldiers suddenly fell to the Human's response, but the Charr's resolve was only hardened as they smashed through the Human lines and tore through them with roars of triumph.

Finally reaching the offices, the Charr burst into the final room, holding blades out at the foreman as the factories control was snatched from Obsidian. The foreman was quickly arrested, and the offices ransacked for evidence. The Charr finally withdrew, but one thing was evident as intel was collected. This was one factory of many, and there was still no sign of the family that ran it. The Vanguard were briefed and what they had found and the prisoners taken, before the Charr withdrew to draw up their next plan of attack on Obsidian and it's ruling family, the Grimaldi.

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Second part of artist appreciation!
Here we have more of Aralia Fireclaw's work! Some of it unfinished for it's too good to keep waiting!
This'll be the last artist appreciation featuring Aralia for the time being! We'll be moving onto our budding artist Murag next.

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,∙•’ˆ`'-'´˜’•∙₊× The Laughing Skulls ×₊∙•’˜´'-'`ˆ’•∙,

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Reports quickly filtered in about a Human Separatist force that had been harassing Charr supply lines running north parallel with the Brand, raiding caravans and small forts along their way. Fang warband was quickly allocated the duty of flushing the Humans out from deep in Charr lands before anything of vital importance was lost, or a Sentinel asset could be attacked. Gathering in some strength, Fang warband quickly set out towards Steeleye Span to locate any sign of the Separatists.

Marching quick time, their armoured boots soon kicked up dust on the road that was now apparently in Separatist hands. With scouts ordered to flank the heavy troops, they started from the secure Steeleye Span and began to march up the road, keeping an eye on the distance and for any activity the Separatists could have left behind. A fort soon came into their line of sight, but as it did, a scout came running back, reporting the fort was showing no sign of activity, friendly or hostile.

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Giving the order to advance at a careful pace, Fang warband drew their weapons as they slowly entered the fort, at first it seemed deserted, empty. But as they drew closer into the fort, they realised it wasn't the case, as they suddenly wished it was. Piled in the center of the fort, every soldier that should have been garrisoned there was now cold and lifeless on the floor. Most had died fighting, but a few had been bound, tied up and had their throats cut in almost sacrificial manner. Above them, flew an unfamiliar banner.

The soldiers of Fang glared at the banner, it depicted a white laughing skull and scythe on a field of green with the words "Death. Undeniable." beneath it. Fang warband scowled and cursed the unseen enemy, determination renewed as they set out to track down the fort's killers. It wasn't long before they'd have their revenge. Just as they were about to cross the Great Wall, they saw them, Separatists, clambering over the walls in search of something.

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With shouts of alarm, the separatists started forming up in the breach the road led through, taunting the Charr as archers started firing their arrows down on the Charr. Forming shields, Fang advanced at a steady, disciplined pace. Once they were in range, grenades were thrown, causing outright panic among the Separatist lines, before the Charr engaged and jumped into the fray, smashing through the unruly Separatist lines with fury and wrath that couldn't be matched. The first blade cut into the enemy, felling him, but with a sudden, chilling laugh, he got back up. They were the laughing skulls, a foe the warband was already WELL familiar with, not feeling pain, Fang realised with a groan this fight was about to get a lot harder.

At the back, a man stood holding something wrapped in cloth, looking nervous as his brothers were eventually cut down around him, pain or not, the Charr had learnt a killing blow to the head or neck was usually enough to put them out of commission, but it didn't stop the harrowing laughter that chilled their spines to this day. As the Charr tore through the lines, the nervous man tried to run, but was quickly tackled to the ground, his package retrieved as he was bound and gagged. With the Separatists now fleeing for their lives, the Charr looked to the package, opening it, it simply revealed the Separatists had found a polished, black stick, broken at either end from presumably something bigger.

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,∙•’ˆ`'-'´˜’•∙₊× The Remnants of Their Past ×₊∙•’˜´'-'`ˆ’•∙,

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Quickly coming together in the semblance of a battle line, Fang warband listened attentively as their Legionnaire briefed them on their new orders. Every soldier stood to attention as they listened to a brief recap that the new separatist splinter group they had met several times prior had been spotted moving into Grenditch Courthouse ruins. Normally occupied by Ascalonian specters, the Laughing Skull soldiers had cut through them, scouts reported, simply vanished into the ruins without a trace.

With every soldiers interest now piqued at the unusual activity, the Legionnaire gave the order to move out. It wasn't a long march. Moving north into Diessa lowlands, the warband made a slow and cautious approach as they approached the old ruins of Grenditch village. Ghosts could be seen swarming the decaying mortar and bricks. The warband chose to move around behind the old courthouse, and finding an old crumbling wall, took a mighty warhammer against it! In a few swings, the wall crumbled, revealing startled and furious ghosts within as the warband quickly stormed through the gap they had made.

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The ghosts quickly started to scream alerts and warnings as they were mercilessly cut down by the Charr blades and shields, but the sound from the wall breaking and the screams were enough, the courthouse doors flew open as a horde of ghosts charged into the hall. Ghostly bodies pushed and slammed against the shields of Fang who formed a quick battle line. A scout for Fang, caught unaware, was brutally cut down as Charr blades started to tear through the specters, engaging in a vicious push and pull fight in the confined space.

The small hall wasn't ideal for fighting. But it was ideal for Fang. Forming their shields together, they weathered the attack as they slowly hacked and cut through the specters. The scout was quickly attended by another soldier as the ghosts slowly withered away and banished. For a time. Quickly breaking into teams, the soldiers scanned the ruins, trying to discover where the Laughing Skull soldiers could have disappeared to. Their answer was found in the graveyard, as a wall of foliage was pulled aside to reveal a weathered tomb entrance.

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Cautiously entering, as quietly as they could. About as stealthy as a herd of elephants they slowly moved down the stone steps, pausing at the top flight, as voices rung off the stone walls, accompanied by screams. Straining their ears, the warband could hear someone, presumably the Laughing Skull officer, interrogating someone, as the victim screamed he didn't know where the "artifact" was, which promptly resulted in an order for his hands to be removed. As his screams filled the tomb, Fang decided they'd hear enough, and charged down the stone steps, spotting a squad of Laughing Skull soldiers waiting in the main passage who stared at the Charr in disbelief and shock.

The disbelief was short lived as Human and Charr roars of battle suddenly filled the tomb, weapons clashed. Humans that were cut down from the initial shock of the Charr impact simply rose again, chuckling and laughing from blood drenched mortal wounds that would stop a lesser creature dead. The Charr quickly changed their tactics, aiming for their heads, the small squad was soon cut down as heads were crushed or hacked open.

Pushing into a small room where the screams came from, they found a Priory Scholar, dead, in a pool of his own blood. The Laughing Skull officer that was responsible suddenly appeared above them on a higher level, screaming insults as he fired his rifle down at the Charr. Several arrow shafts in his neck and head later, he landed in a crumpled heap on the stone floor below, as blood drained into the cracks of the stone floor. A quick search of the tomb didn't yield the "artifact" to the Charr that the Humans had been looking for, and so with the Laughing Skull's slaughtered, Fang withdrew to report back.

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Paint me intrigued! I've been RPing for two years now, yet never got the chance to have a taste of Legion RP!

I'll have to give Fierce Warband a look! ;D
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,∙•’ˆ`'-'´˜’•∙₊× Into the Dark below the Mountain ×₊∙•’˜´'-'`ˆ’•∙,


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With the report a weapons testing team made up by Wield and Rifle Warband had gone missing in the Shiverpeaks as they tested new weapons technology against the Dredge holdings, the Fierce Warband was assigned by High Command to search and recover the fate of Wield and Rifle Warbands alike. After taking their way to Hoelbrak and traveling for several hours as they passed by the lodge of Magpies Mercenaries, they began to head up through the snow, ice, gathering winds and the rugged mountain sides they were forced upon a great snow storm that swirled around them, losing tracks. However, the soldiers of the Fierce Warband soon uncovered items that was covered by fresh snow- Items beloning to the Wield and Rifle Warbands. Suddenly, they were surronded by wolf howls and sighings of a large, blackish figure was spotted as they feared an ambush were preparing to be laid before them. They continued to march forward, until a giantlike, black coloured norn with a wolf like, surronded by two wolves stood before them. Canterbane Fiercestorm, regognized the norn as Jorund Wolfkin, the Wolf-Norn. Reassuring them that he was not their foe today, Jorund Wolfkin warned them of a dark presence that had taken the mines, caverns and the darkness below the mountain where Wield and Rifle Warbands had been going into. If they wish to uncover their fate, they must go into the mines, and destroy whatever lies in there.


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Going into the mines, it was unsettlingly quiet as no sound at all echoed through the dark and cavernous depths. Just as they had brought their chugger into the mines, the entrence behind them collapsed, sending out a cloud of dust and stone as they realised they had only one choice; To go forward and endure darkness that awaited them in these cavernous depths. As they moved forward, Blades and rifles ready forward, the only sound echoing from their armored paws and the chugger engine, as they noticed a very worrying thought; Where was all the Dredge? They suddenly stopped as they noticed that ground below them became murky, muddy and wet. The noticed as red drops fell to the ground as they ground seemed the combination of blood and webs, and they looked up and saw a horrofying sight. Onto the roof, hundreds of Dredge corpses, their entrails and guts ripped out from their stomach and gone, with only bloody ribcages split open and their mouthed bloodied and screaming silently though they were dead, hanged and clustered to the roof by dark webs.
It was at that moment, chittering echoed through the cave. The Fierce Warband prepared themselves, rifles aimed forward and their adrenaline rising in their blood as the chittering came closer and closer when it suddenly stopped. Adrenaline pumping through their veins as the heart beats was the only things they heared in their ears as it rang and pounded when suddenly, one of the soldiers noticed strange creatures hanging from the celling and walls around them; Arachnoid like creatures, with six legs and two pinch likes arms forward, with splinted eyes and a terrying mouth of teeths stood quiet before they chittered enraged and leaped forward through the shells and blades they soon where met by the Fierce Warbands fury.
The blood from the spider like horrors colour the ground around them green, as shrieks and gun fire ring through the dark rooms around them and the exploding light on gunpowder reveal the shades and shadows of horrofying creatures, the fighting force of Fierce Warband and the corpses that surrounds them.
Footsteps was heard behind them, and from the darkness, the norn Jorund Wolfkin once again step into the light, and told them that the creatures that had assailed them was Dryders, creatures that comes from the underworld, and that they had overun this entire mountain caverns through a portal that had surfaced through unknown means, only that this mountain was under a large magical pool.
As the group continued inwards, echoes from battle, chittering and agnognizng roars. As they came closer, they was met with a scene of horror. Ripped apart corpses resembling dryders and a race they had encounted before- Chak- corpses that covered the ground with their green and blue blood, and at it's center, two massive portals stood open, beaming with magic as both poured out Chak and Dryders that charged each other, devouring and ripping each other apart.


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The Fierce Warband and the Wolf Norn, growling and grim faced at the dire scene, decided to destroy the the cavern. But first get out as Charr technology demanded. Loading onto the Chugger, they loaded their weapons and hit the gas, driving through the massed forces of chak and dryders, leaving a bloody trail behind them, as they slashed, firing and mowing their path before them towards the outside.
The Chak and Dryders, roaring in fury, was yet content with destroying each other part while the Chugger left the mountainside. Once everyone was safe, Furios Fiercehold ordered his brevet, Koren Ironfierce alongside Dicax Fierceheal and Soot Fierceblaze to plant bombs to take the structure out. Meanwhile, Sirrar Fiercespear and Aquilia Fiercestriker with a human that picked up to make up a camp. Canterbane Fiercestorm and he then discovered what had happend with Wield and Rifle Warbands. Hanging from the celling, bloodied and hung by their entrails that had been ripped out from their stomachs, left a bloody pool under where they hang. Grimfaced, they cut them down and proceded to burn them.
Meanwhile, Koren and her band continued into the cavern, planting bombs and making ready before they were faced with resistance from Dryders and Chak that had strayed far from the main battle. Furios Fiercehold, worried what took them so long decided to enter the cavern alongside with Canterbane and charged forward to assist the strugling band, as Koren rigged the bombs to explode. However, a chak then jumped behind Canterbane and pushed him to the ground, just as the bombs went to explode, The Cavern exploded and began to collapse with stones and rocks from above, forcing them to escape before they could help their comrade in need. Grief strucken and enraged, beliving they had lost their comrade in arm and beloved battle brother, the Fierce Warband stayed a tense night at the Shiverpeaks to return to the Black Citadel. If wasn't until a time later, a bruised, battered but alive Canterbane Fiercestorm, arrived to the citadel, his armor rented and his bones fractured, but alive due to the assistance of an absence Wolf-Norn who had once again distant himself from society and civilisation to pursuit the ultimate prey..


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,∙•’ˆ`'-'´˜’•∙₊× Guns, Ghosts and Paintball Grenades ×₊∙•’˜´'-'`ˆ’•∙,



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Following a series of intense, brutal and life-threatening missions to the brand, shiverpeaks, and beyond, Fierce warband found themselves wanting a bit of a rest close to home. Whilst laying about drinking whiskey was a bit too restful, a training event was organised, using paintball equipment to shoot anybody, the warband practiced taking cover from an angry brevet. The prize was set to a round of drinks for the last Charr standing, and the rounds flew. Dicax Fiercequake, medic and elementalist, won the match, and as the group prepared to head home they found this would not be the end of their day.
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The warband came across Forge warband, led by Legionnaire Keres Forgemouth, on the way to test out a new variety of grenade for fighting ghosts. Already excited and adrenaline-fueled from the training, a group of volunteers agreed to assist Forge, heading to duke Barradin’s estate to test the devices. A plan was formed, two soldiers from Fierce would head out, one armed only with painball gear, to attack and enrage the ghosts, and then retreat to a firing line of Forge grenadiers who would test the grenades. It went without a hitch, ghosts being givered in paint and soon after, blue fire, decimating their numbers. A victory for Fierce and Forge! Or so it seemed

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The ghostly energy coalesced into a nearby statue, posessing it as it rose it’s sword to smite at the Charr. Fire flowed from it, scattering the charr forces. Sirrar Fiercespear held it’s attention at close range whilst the rest poured bullets and blows onto it, slicking the ground with paint to trip it. The beast fell, it’s legs taken out from under it by the paint and combined forces of the two warbands, though even then it fought on, before finally being slain. Battered and bruised, the warbands collected themselves, assessed their injuries, and went home to drink and get healing, a full day’s work done
I laugh in the face of danger! And then i hide until it goes away...
Posted Jun 14, 17 · Last edited Jun 14, 17
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,∙•’ˆ`'-'´˜’•∙₊× The Broken Weapon ×₊∙•’˜´'-'`ˆ’•∙,

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Fang warband had studied the letters taken from the corpses of the fallen Skulls. While their ultimate aim was still shrouded in mystery, they had discovered an obscure reference to a a collapsing, long abandoned and desolate keep located far south of Lion's Arch, Fort Cadence. The officers knew the Laughing Skulls wouldn't be travelling there for the sights, and rallied their soldiers to move out towards the fort to intercept the Separatist faction.

Stepping through the purple haze of an asura gate, the salt rich air of Lion's Arch washed over the red clad soldiers as they made their way to the docks, chartering a ship that would take them south to a fishing port located not far from the foothills that Fort Cadence occupied. After fishing an unfortunate soldier out from the water after they regretfully forgot swimming in armour was nigh impossible, the Charr boarded the vessel, giving uneasy and suspicious glares towards the Human crew before the set off. The Human crew found them fucking hilarious.

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A days travel by boat finally landed them at the base of Fort Cadence. While dealing with Humans they were supposed to be at a truce with had strained the warband's nerves, the trip had saved them time and avoided the hazards of foot slogging all the way to the fort. The ruins and shattered towers breaking free from the overgrown foliage loomed over the warband. After paying the Humans who swore to remain by the docks until they were finished, the warband set off up the broken and treacherous stone steps leading up to the fort.

The sun was still high in the sky as the warband finally arrived at the great archway were proud doors once stood. Inside the sun's reach was relinquished and cold shadows hugged the pillars and walls, making looking inside difficult. Tired from the long hike, the soldier's payed the ominous sight no mind, but even as the darkness closed around them, even the bravest of their band slowly drew their blade.

Descending the stoney steps, the warband searched for what must have been an hour or more. No Laughing Skulls, no great weapons. Only coming across a single, mossy sarcophagus. As one soldier reached forward to open it, another shouted a warning as flames suddenly engulfed the stone coffin, a guardian symbol coming to life. The first soldier recoiled, his fur burnt as badly as his pride as the flames faded. The warband then spent a short while waiting as one of their number slowly dispelled the Guardian ward, curious about it's contents. As the ward was finally broken, and the soldiers hefted the heavy stone slab off the sarcophagus even slightly, a ghostly phantom suddenly tore itself free!

×₊∙•’˜´΅̨`ˆ’•∙,,∙•’ˆ`΅̨´˜’•∙₊××₊∙•’˜´΅̨`ˆ’•∙,,∙•’ˆ`΅̨´˜’•∙₊××₊∙•’˜´΅̨`ˆ’•∙,,∙•’ˆ`΅̨´˜’•∙₊×

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The phantom drew it's blade, clad in ancient armour, it spoke with a dusty voice, but it's tone commanded respect as it warned them, that what lay with his bones must not be removed, that the "weapon that was broken, must never become one again.". Charr snarled, and the phantom gripped it's blade tighter, repeating it's warning. One soldier stepped forward, more diplomatic then most, it convinced the phantom that even if they were to leave, the Laughing Skulls would replace them, and take it for their ends regardless. The phantom slowly relented, and the warband quickly recovered a single broken blade from the tomb before retreating back through the fort the way they came.

Sun hit their eyes, blinding them momentarily as they jogged into the sunlight. Looking down the distant slope through the foliage, they saw a second boat had joined the one they had chartered, and disembarking it were Human soldiers. Even from this distance the white skull on their chest was distinct. Coin exchanged hand, and the Humans that had ferried the Charr betrayed their position with a single pointing finger. Cursing the truce and the Human crew that had so easily betrayed them, Fang Warband quickly realised the numbers were not in their favour.

Setting up what little explosives they had with tripwires and other nasty traps they had learned to create in the Fahrar, Fang started covering their tracks as best they could, before a scout returned, confirming a safe route off through the thick jungle surrounding the fort. As the Laughing Skulls moved towards the Fort, the first booby trap was triggered, as an explosion tore through the trees. With the cries of shock and laughter from the wounded, Fang warband slipped into the trees with their prize. Looks like foot slogging couldn't be avoided after all.

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Here we're gonna have some of our infamous artist Murag Wraithclaw!

A great mix of comedy and propoganda, this lad does his art for free, he really should start charging (but don't tell him that). Quality art from a quality guy. What more could you want?

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,∙•’ˆ`'-'´˜’•∙₊× Mist, Mud and Blood ×₊∙•’˜´'-'`ˆ’•∙,

Fang warband slogged through the cold wet mud, the damp flecks of mud sticking to armour and cloth, the sound of squelching and rain resting heavy on the ears of the soldiers. They had trekked for hours at a fast pace towards the Fields of Ruin at their Centurion's orders. Separatists had been sighted gathering in large numbers near Ebonhawke, and it was feared they would launch an assault on the city. But unlike before, nearly every separatist was adorned under one banner, no family crests, no long dead royal sigils or pretender Ebonhawke heraldry. This time, a single banner stood out. A laughing skull, on a green field.

As they trekked through the road, the mist only grew thicker, sending shiver down soldier's spines as Fang kept up the pace, until the sound they had been dreading to hear broke through the sound of the rain hammering against their helmets. Metal on metal. A fight, and more importantly, one they were not part of. As they rushed forward, energy renewed, their eagerness was replaced with an uneasy caution, as wounded and defeated Blood Legion soldiers ran past them, throwing down shields and weapons in their haste.

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Reaching a ring of Blood Legion tanks, Fang warband quickly identified the Charr in charge. Reporting in, the words of the officer confirmed their fears, the flanks of the Charr forces were breaking, the Laughing Skulls had ambushed the Charr forces, followed by an eerie mist and reports of a ghostly horseman stalking up and down the Charr line. The battle couldn't be seen, only heard as the thick fog wrapped around banners and trees, sowing chaos and disorganisation as the Charr reserve hurriedly prepped the tanks to pull out. Retreat.

The word caught Fang off guard, but the officers orders rang clear for all to hear. The Blood soldiers were pulling out to regroup and counter attack. There was a road to the east that could be used to outflank them, but was luckily held by a Vanguard fort. But the Vanguard had fallen silent at the start of the attack. Fang was to head to the fort and if necessary, retake it to hold the road and give the Charr task force enough time to regroup. Nodding their understanding, Fang set off, jogging through the mist and down the road towards the fort.
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The mist soon disappeared beyond the treeline as Fang reached the fort, seemingly untouched and still manned. Observing what little formality they had time for with the Vanguard inside, they soon entered, executing a brief subtle search to ensure it wasn't a trap before alerting the Vanguard as to what was on their way. Their officer, a veteran clearly beyond his years, listened, and despite his disdain for the Charr started preparing his men. His orders were interrupted by the arrival of a scout, heralded by the sounds of an army moving up the road. The Blood officer from earlier was right, they were using the road to outflank the retreating Charr.

The scout banged on the gate, wearing bloodied and cut armour, the Vanguard gate guards let out cries of anger and shock as two Fang soldiers cut the pulley ropes, sending the opening gate crashing back down on the Scout's leg as he was pulled through. Their anger was cut short by the reason for the Charr's actions. The scout started laughing. Despite his crushed leg, his knee likely dust, his laughter echoed through the fort. Quickly dispatching him with a strike to the neck, the soldiers inside the fort, rattled by what they'd seen stood to, Charr and Human alike on the walls of the fort as the mist slowly encircled the fort with the silent enemy.
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Soon an unfamiliar whirring started to fill the air, before they could figure it out, hundreds of tiny lead "shots" rained down around them, two Fang were immediatelly cut down, screaming as the lead shot cracked bones and dented armour, fired from slings, brutal and simple. The volley was sustained for what seemed an eternity before an outrageous roar surrounded around the fort, as the Laughing Skull force charged. Hands gripped the wooden stakes that made up the fort's perimeter, and started tearing them up. Charr and Humans spread out, fighting on all angles, stabbing hands and arms as small gaps formed in the wall.

Against so many, the defenders were slowly whittled away, the rain and thick fog making it difficult to fight. Slowly, the defences were torn up, and the Separatist numbers started to force Fang back, forcing them in the center of the fort, fighting back to back, a few Vanguard had joined them, fighting side by side as flashing blade tore out, tasting flesh before being pulled back with a spray of crimson blood. The fight lasted for an hour, the Charr blades felling many Laughing Skulls, and the air was rich with mirth and merry excitement as their guts hung down to their knees and arteries expunged vital blood. But still they fought.

×₊∙•’˜´΅̨`ˆ’•∙,,∙•’ˆ`΅̨´˜’•∙₊××₊∙•’˜´΅̨`ˆ’•∙,,∙•’ˆ`΅̨´˜’•∙₊××₊∙•’˜´΅̨`ˆ’•∙,,∙•’ˆ`΅̨´˜’•∙₊×

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At the end, all seemed lost for Fang, as one of their soldiers was cut down from a blow to the neck, blood pouring down his hauberk before he fell face down in the mud. The Laughing Skulls suddenly drew back, disengaging as an commander, his armour decorated with gold and silver, flanked by his own personal guard, approached. Gloating his victory and demanding the Charr stand down. With a roar of defiance, an arrow slammed into his neck, his fate concealed as his guard immediately formed shields around him. Screams of outrage from the surrounding Separatist were silenced by the roar of an engine.

Looks of surprise and shock took the faces of the Separatists as a Charr tank suddenly reared up over the smashed and torn up palisade, before crashing back down on the other side. Charr soldiers suddenly started pouring over the remains of the wall, pouring rifle fire into the Humans before charging with sword and bayonet. Panic took them, Humans, looking to their leader only to see him being dragged off by the elite guard behind shields started breaking into small groups, some fighting and dying, the rest fleeing into the woods, broken. The Sixth, and with them the task force, had come to reinforce the battle, arriving in time to drive off the separatists as Blood soldiers, led by their centurion led a vicious, brutal counter attack.

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