Beaugro ~Memories~

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Beaugro ~Memories~

Postby Redsparrow » Sun Aug 03, 2014 6:45 pm

~Beaugro~

This section of Beaugro is for our group to role play past events.
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Re: Beaugro ~Memories~

Postby Redsparrow » Sun Aug 03, 2014 6:45 pm

~Anita and Ren's Past~

It was the eve of the prince’s 17th birthday, but instead of laying awake egger for the celebrating of the following day, the boy lay anxious of the dawn’s first light. For this year his celebration would not be of games, presents and foods, but of a farewell party. He was coming of age, and with this came the exposure to battel. The Kingdom of Beaugro was planning to take the Feline kingdom and Ren was to shadow General Darius Keystone, Gale’s Father, through the battle learning from his technique and guidance. It was to be the first time he had roamed far from home and into the heart of another kingdom. A kingdom what would kill him on sight for being who he was, it was a thought that should have scared him, but the prince smiled at the thought of unexplored lands.

A nock at the door alerted Ren to morning. The warm smiling face of a mother greeting her son, peered in. Ashley, the proud mother of six royal children barely wanted long enough for her eldest son to get out of bed before wrapped her arms around him. “Todays the big day love, are you ready?”

Ren hardly had enough time to reply before another familiar face entered the room. Grim stood proudly, almost as if Ren were his own son. The warmth in the other wise dark eyes of his mentor was a welcoming moment for Ren. A rare chance to size affection from an old cauls man, not letting the moment go by Ren embraced his friend who returned the favor.

“Aw you’ve grown a soft in your old age.” Ashley said in a playful tone. “Never thought Id see the day Grim hugs a child.” Grim couldn’t be more then 50 but his mind seemed as old as time. Ashley, knowing him all her life never passed up the opportunity to tease.

“He is no child anymore Ash, and after all these years I guess you could say I have a soft spot for the creature.” Grim’s voice was deep and gravely as one would expect an old earth element to be.

“We have a gift.” Ashley said, taking Ren’s hand and leading him over to his bed where she sat next to her son. “Close your eyes.”

“Oh mom.” Ren protested. Before giving in and closing his eyes, she had done this every year since he could remember.

“Don’t you protest me.” She said teasingly before placing a cold metallic object in her son’s up place palms. “You can open your eyes now.”

Looking over the item Ren noted it to be a hand crank pocket watch. Inside the cover was a family picture of him and his parents. “Thanks mom.”

“Now get dressed, the troops are waiting.” She declared giving him a shove that almost made him fall from the bed. Her hand glided down Grim’s arm before taking his hand and leading him from the room. “My boy is growing up.”

“Indeed.” Grim uttered. “I will see you in the commons.” He called to Ren before having the door shut in front of his face and being whisked away by Ashley who was egger to be sure everything was ready for her beloved child’s departure.

It didn’t take Ren long before he was ready to go, dressed and packed he slipped the pocket watch into his right pocket and hooked the chain onto his belt. The group waiting in the commons was immense. Two thirds of the royal army was prepared and waiting to be lead out by Darius. Ren had waved goodbye to his parents, the peasants and to Grim. His heart sank at the thought of leaving them but was excided to see what waited ahead. Falling into rank next to the great General, with his trusty falcon on hand, the parade was off on foot and horse back to concur the savage Feline Tribe.
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Re: Beaugro ~Memories~

Postby Oriel » Sun Aug 03, 2014 7:16 pm

Out in the commons there was a clamor of harness against weapons and all around the glinting reflection of light off metal, picked up by the ranks of soldiers until the air shimmered. Darius made out Liam’s crosshatch banner through the haze. The flag was the center of some last-minute activity in transporting dry goods and materiel outside the gates. He could see the movement of men and supplies to the last of their wagons, the dark coats of the heavy draft animals as they stamped in harness, and the drovers adjusting their loads. The earth general, himself, was lost among the press of his staff.

They would be traveling some weeks into the feline kingdom and garrisoning the few walled compounds they might find on the way. For all that Darius Keystone had spent the better part of his youth scything through the tribes of reptile shifters to the south of Beaugro, the groups of felines to the north had long remained an intractable obstacle. From what he understood of their culture they were more likely to live in small groups or tribes scattered through the mountains, though they had true royalty among them in a way that none of the serpents did. He’d sent mounted scouts days in advance, his son among them, but only the closest ranging had reported back before setting out again to return to their patrols.

Leading a much smaller number of men into the desert had taught him that the true value of reconnaissance lay not in understanding the numbers of their enemies, though that was important enough, but in understanding the territory and the temperament of the shifters they sought to capture. The king preferred enslaving the children and young adolescents. The rest, being more likely to resist and less biddable, they either killed or handed over to Grim.

It had taken him more than six years to build an army worthy of the name. The fighting elementals now at his command far outnumbered the group he had first lead into the southern deserts. They were better armed, trained, and most all of them rode light cavalry mounts bred for the purpose by the kingdom. His own mare, a red bay called Ilsa, stood poised and ready for his signal. She tensed and lifted her head at the approach of the prince, but settled again at his touch, her skin shuddering beneath his hand.

"Prince Frances," he said, acknowledging the young man with a nod. "Welcome to the First Army of Beaugro.”

Then, as if summoned, his most recently appointed General Officer, Marion Stillwater appeared at the head of his own gray gelding in the loose open circle that had formed around them.

“Ren!” Marion smiled generously. “Good to see you. Gale would be here as well, but he’s probably several days ahead of us with the rest of the scouts.”

Darius shrugged off the informality in silence, because it was Marion and there was no impressing on him either the need for either protocol or an appropriate military bearing. He took care to make it clear even in his dealings with the king that the army was subject to the royals but would not be permitted to dictate internal policy or strategy. The prince was here to learn not only about battle but also about working with the highest ranking members of the army’s staff.

“Prince Frances, this is General Stillwater,” Darius said drily. “Though I’m sure you’ve already met. I’ll introduce you to Generals Hightower and Greenwood as the opportunity arises. Marion, are the rest ready to march?”

Stillwater nodded, “At your command, General.”

Darius drew on his element and spread the word ‘march’ through the ranks in a whispered echo of his own voice. The cry was picked up in each area of the commons and passed through the gates all the way to the front of the column. The van moved out at a steady pace that allowed the next rank to follow in turn, and so on until the supply wagons were rumbling along with the rest.

((Continued in post after this one, for sake of continuity...))
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Re: Beaugro ~Memories~

Postby 1.21 gigawatts » Sun Aug 03, 2014 8:29 pm

Anita Belle Gunthner
The feline tribe was alive with its occupants preparing for their day. The sun was shining with a light breeze to cool the panting workers. The perfect day. Nothing bad ever happened in the feline tribe. Every generation of toyals had continuously moved the territory until they were out of Beaugro's radar, making it a safe place to raise a family. Many escaped slaves even found refuge in the feline pack when they had nowhere else to go.

In the garden worked 13 year old Anita, picking herbs and roots for medicine and food. With her was the herbalist, Renae, also picking plants and watching as Anita picked hers. The odd time she would give the little girl a quiz about the plants she was picking. Anita answered with ease and, with a satisfied smile, Renae went back to her patch.

The familiar click, click of wood against rock barely cause Anita's head to turn until a voice spoke up. "Anita, dear," Anita's head lifted to look at her grandmother, Edna. The woman was 77 years of age and still going hard. Although her brain said otherwise. She tended to forget lots except for her life before the age of 30. At least that's what everyone thought. No one really knew all that much about her past since all the people she grew up with didn't make it as long as her. She walked with a cane and had a shake in her step and each movement. "Do your old grannie a favour and SLAP YOUR SISTER!"

"What did she do this time grandmother?"

"It's what she didn't do! I've asked her to take care of Harvey for me and he's gone missing yet again. Rachel would loose her head if it wasn't attached to her shoulders!"

"No grandmother, Harvey is all fed and is resting in our home."

"Ah. Thank you dear." Edna said while she lightly patted Anita's cheek. As she hobbled away, you could still clearly hear what she was saying. "At least I have one good granddaughter. The other takes after her father!"

As she watched her grandmother walk away, Anita chuckled and shook her head. The woman's memory ended up being a humorous pass time more than anything.

((Harvey is Edna's pet cat. Didn't know where to add that so thought i'd put it here. XD))
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Re: Beaugro ~Memories~

Postby Oriel » Sat Aug 09, 2014 5:18 pm

Over the next few weeks, Prince Frances was his constant shadow, aided sometimes by Marion when he didn’t have time to explain his orders or needed to ride far to the front of the column to deal with shifter ambushes. Mercifully, those were few and far between as they struck deeper into the heart of feline territory. It was shortly after they’d garrisoned a small settlement and captured or killed most of the inhabitants that one of his scouts reported sightings of the feline royals in the area. Once the reports had been confirmed by a second scout, he made the decision to take personal command of the attack at the head of a small, elite group of elementals. Although the prince would be accompanying them, the rest had strict orders to see to it that no shifters got close enough to present a serious threat.

Darius had positioned himself under guard a little less than a mile from the settlement, with the prince beside General Hightower, called “Dragon” by his men both for his temper and for the way he heated the air around him. Darius tapped his element and fanned the winds above the settlement, piling and churning the clouds until they began to darken into an ominous whirl.

Up with the rest of the troops, Hightower pointed out the strange movement in the air. “Look there, Ren. That’s old Keystone’s doing. I’ve only seen it this close once or twice, myself.” The rest of the men muttered uneasily.

“Shouldn’t we be farther away, Drac?” someone asked.

“Keystone never hit a target he didn’t mean to,” Hightower answered derisively. “Watch.”

The clouds writhed and twisted, and even from a distance they could hear a moaning noise that gradually increased until it was a roar that shook the forest as it bore down on the settlement. Trees cracked like twigs and branches hurtled through the air.

Hightower motioned them forward toward the vortex and the shifters who would be fleeing the destruction.
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Re: Beaugro ~Memories~

Postby 1.21 gigawatts » Sat Aug 09, 2014 9:10 pm

Anita Belle Gunthner
As the weeks went by, the feline tribe carried on with their daily activities. Anita and her sister, Rachel, were continuously training for their turn on the throne. They never complained, but you could tell they always wanted to simply be normal and play like children. They had lots of friends, but they never knew if it was just because of their status. They didn't ignore the kids just for that reason though, they embraced the love they received and enjoyed their free time.

The day came that the girls had their one day off. Rachel, being the odd one as she was, decided to take her free time and practice combat on the outskirts of the feline territory. Anita, on the other hand, wanted to take a stroll around the village and possibly relax with her grandmother. If her mind wasn't elsewhere that was.

Speaking of the old bob cat, Anita hadn't seen her at all that day. She wondered where the woman had disappeared to. She couldn't have gotten that far without someone noticing. She wasn't exactly the fastest or stealthiest. You could hear her cane clicking against the ground and her voice complaining about something from miles away. She just hoped her grandmother was alright.

Walking to her neighbour's house, Anita saw a strange man staring right at her. She stopped in her tracks, surveying the man from a distance. She didn't recognize him from anywhere in the territory. She decided not to stay around too long and slipped inside her neighbour's house.

The building was silent, not a body to be seen. Marian and Lyle were close family friends who lived next door to the royals. Their niece, Caroline, had moved in with them when she was just a baby after both her parents died from a disease a few months after she was born. Neither the adults nor the four year old were anywhere to be seen. Where was everyone that day? Lots of people were around except for the ones Anita knew closely.

When she left the building, the man that had been examining her had disappeared as well. Things were very strange that day.

"Anita!" A familiar voice called out, coming closer and closer. Anita cringed before turning around to come face to face with another young boy about two years older than her. A lion mane was becoming very bushy around his face but was still growing. His tail whipped around from beneath his long shirt.

"Hi Emmet," she said, not all that happy. The boy always followed the sisters around, often causing them to become creeped out by him and they tried their hardest to avoid him.

"Where's Rachel?" he asked, looking around for any sign of her sister.

"She is out training and would kill you if you disturbed her."

"Oh. Then I'll just hang out with you!" His eyes brightened with excitement and Anita almost felt bad for saying no to the kid...Almost...

"Not today Emmet. I really just want to spend the day relaxing if I can." 'And I don't like you,' she wanted to add but bit her tongue.

"Oh. Okay. Well, maybe some other time then!" You could tell he tried to keep a positive face but was struggling.

"Yeah. Maybe." With that, Emmet turned and walked away, hands shoved in his pockets while he kicked a rock in front of him. Anita let go of a breath she didn't realize she was holding and watched him leave.

Walking the opposite way from the boy, Anita looked around at all the activity that was going on inside her village. It was a very happy vibe that was being emitted and her attitude changed, making her walk around with a bright smile on her face.

After a while, a cheetah sprinted by Anita, heading towards her home. Her eyes widened at the animal. It was the royal messenger, Camus, and she had never seen him move that fast even with bad news. What made her shocked was the gash in his right thigh that was dripping blood. Finally snapping out of her trance, Anita shifted, sprinting after the cheetah. Her leopard paws couldn't carry her as fast as a full grown cheetah but she knew where he was going.

When she reached her home, he was already talking to her parents. The worry in their eyes scared Anita more than the messengers physical state. She just caught the last bit of their conversation. "...I got out just as they began rolling in. Everyone's gone." Her father's face turned from fear to rage and Anita knew there was going to be a fight.

Suddenly, wind began whipping through her fur. It was a peaceful day, not a cloud in sight. How was it getting dark out and windy so quickly? Looking up, Anita saw a swirling storm cloud form above them, growing bigger every second. Her heart raced even faster which she didn't think was possible.

"Anita!" she heard over the wind and turned her head to see her mother and father coming closer to her. Her mother was yelling over the wind and even then her voice was barely audible. "Anita get inside the house and don't come out! Hide! Do whatever you can to stay hidden!" They began to run away without another word.

"What about Rachel!" Anita called after them after she shifted back.

"We'll find her! You get inside!" Anita watched her parents leave, a giant Amur tiger and snow leopard took their places. Her eyes didn't leave them until they were out of sight. Her eyes filled with tears that were ripped out of her eyes by the raging wind. The pieces began fitting together. An unfamiliar man staring at her, a wounded messenger, a swirling storm cloud forming above them. Elementals. They were attacking.

Despite her parents' warning, Anita sprinted off in search of her family. She wasn't going to let her age stop her from helping out. She was the princess. Some day, she was going to have a bigger part in protecting the territory and she wasn't going to sit back while her tribe was captured and killed. She could at least save her family and friends.

"Grandmother!" She called out through the strong wind. People ran by her in complete terror as she pushed her way through the crowd. Families were huddled in their houses and Anita yelled at them to run. Some responded but others stayed put. "Grandmother!" She yelled again. There was no sight of her family or friends but she wasn't going to stop.
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Re: Beaugro ~Memories~

Postby Redsparrow » Sun Aug 10, 2014 12:09 pm

Ren
Ren huddled with the group of elite elementals; it was nothing short of an honor to be among them. While the Ashmore family was a skilled set of elementals, they were nothing compared to Darius and his group of Generals. The creation of such a powerful natural phenomenon left Ren breathless, and thrilled that Darius was on his side.

In the past he had met and trained with many of the Generals, but most of the time it seemed to be a lesion in humility since he was easily overtaken. General Hightower had been an idol of his for years; his skill with fire was inspiring. Grim had warned Ren to be careful when meeting your heroes, we tend to hold them to unreasonable standards. But not thinking Ren had pranced into the ring with Hightower mistaking the man to be in the mood for some games. Hightower who had been training all morning and was due for a mission shortly had no interest in the boy and quickly ended the match. It was humiliating and left Ren’s ego sore for months, even to this day he spoke little around the Generals for fear of being made fun of or humiliated again.

(I don't know how much I want to push Ren into this battle, so I am going to let Oriel lead the battle then jump in were I see fit :))
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Re: Beaugro ~Memories~

Postby Oriel » Mon Aug 11, 2014 1:20 am

Small groups of frightened shifters scrambled around and beneath the nearby trees, the first of those who had seen the whirlwind and chosen to flee rather than try to remain in their homes. Hightower made no move to follow his men and, knowing that Ren had been instructed to shadow him, watched as a pair of his soldiers hemmed in two felines with a wall of flame.

The older of the two, a big spotted cat, hissed and slashed at the barrier, singeing his fur and yowling when the other soldier, an earth elemental, merely closed the ground over the great front paws. The second shifter cowered beside the first, went wild-eyed, and then tried to hide beneath the larger feline’s belly, wailing piteously.

Another wind elemental threw both of them to the ground and kept them pinned while the fire elemental fastened Grim’s magicked shackles to their wrists. The older of the two sagged against the bonds and grew glassy-eyed, offering so little resistance that the soldiers ignored them both in favor of spotting and capturing or killing other shifters. Hightower had drilled into each of them the importance of the shackles, of ensuring that their prisoners were truly bound before turning their backs on the fangs and claws of their enemies. Neither captive moved.

“Shift to human form,” he commanded, his voice carrying over the noise of the battlefield.

Where before there had been two cats, there were now two humans – or at least two animals in human form, he reminded himself. The larger was a dark-haired male whose skin gleamed with sweat as Hightower approached. The other was no more than a child.

“There is a camp not far from here,” he said. “Travel that way until you find the road and then follow the road to the camp.”

The child got woozily to her feet and then stumbled off through the forest, her shackles glowing with a faint golden light. The man panted on the ground and made a sound so like the growling of a large cat that it was difficult to believe it had been made by a human throat.

There was no help for it. “Stop breathing,” Hightower ordered quietly.

The shifter’s eyes bulged and he grew more pale while he tried to resist the power of the shackles and the command that bound him. His struggles intensified for a brief, awful moment before all motion ceased. Hightower bent to retrieve the bindings and tucked the loose metal cuffs into his belt.

“These are stronger than what we use on the shifters that can be trusted,” he said. “Always remember that.”

He would have continued, but a flash of movement off to the forest, so fast and small that he had almost missed it, raced away from them. Hightower judged the direction – straight toward Darius and Marion – and let the shifter go. There were bound to be others who had survived in the rubble of their houses and his men relied on him to make sure of the prisoners they left behind. Hightower beckoned to the prince and walked on in silence.

Darius did not even notice at first when Marion and his guards reacted to the presence of a shifter suddenly in the midst of their group. He was too far absorbed in controlling the winds to bother with the more immediate threat and he trusted his men to ward him until he had pulled his awareness back from the clouds and reduced it again to the confines of his own skin.

She escaped the first man who tried to capture her and left deep gouges in his forearm when he tried to protect his face and eyes from her claws. It was Marion, called “Iceblink” by his troops, who finally caught her by the simple method of trapping one of her feet in a rime of frost that thickened and hardened into a sheet of ice as it spread over the ground.

Still unfazed, Darius released and dissipated his storms with a dogged control that few elementals could match, lifting them away from the settlement and unraveling them with the same skill that had once coaxed them into being. He heard Marion speaking as if he were at the other end of a long hallway, a soft echo that grew slowly louder as he returned to himself.

"I know this one. She's a royal."
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Re: Beaugro ~Memories~

Postby 1.21 gigawatts » Sat Aug 23, 2014 4:26 pm

Anita Belle Gunthner
As she raced through the howling winds, Anita finally heard snapping of trees coming very close. Stopping in her tracks, she swung her head around to see a swirling vortex of wind tear through her village. The result was devastating. Those who weren't killed by the wind were able to escape around it. Although her grandmother couldn't move fast, she knew the old bob cat wasn't stupid enough to stick around for an event like that.

Anita began saving herself by leaving the village. She would eventually meet up with her parents again. She hoped. No. She couldn't think like that. Her parents were royals, they were strong enough to find her again.

Anita sprinted through the panicked crowds, shifting on her way. Her leopard paws carried her much faster. After dodging people's kicks as they too tried to escape, Anita finally made her way out of the village and into the forest. She swerved her way between trees. She thought for sure she was going to make it. That was until she saw them.

Anita slammed to a skidding stop as she watched in horror. The elemental was forcing the adult man to kill himself. How could such a thing be possible? Fire was alive around them. She covered her mouth to avoid letting a scream escape.

As soon as the man collapsed lifeless, Anita bolted off once more. She needed to get out of there. She needed to find her family. There must have been a village somewhere that wasn't raided. She would find everyone there. Tears clouded her vision but the wind easily ripped them from her eyes.

It wasn't very long before Anita felt a force pull her from the ground. An elemental had grabbed her but her feet nearly touched the ground. She lashed out in complete terror and rage. She didn't know where she had hit the man but hoped it was his face. The second his grip loosened she leapt out of his arms and ran once she hit the ground. She thought she was free until a cold object hit her foot, causing her to fall forward onto her face. She struggled to run again but it was no use. Looking back, she saw the ice that encased her paw.

Without even thinking, Anita shifted back to human but her foot that was stuck in the ice stayed her paw. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her foot free. Feeling the wind die down, Anita turned to see, through tangled hair, another man motioning the wind to a calm position. She hissed at all men that came near her, struggling to get free some more.

Hearing a man say her status, she turned to the man and hissed, feline teeth bared, and lashed out with her hands that held claws instead of nails. No one knew how much she wanted to scratch off his face. The look in her face was deadly.
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Re: Beaugro ~Memories~

Postby Redsparrow » Mon Sep 08, 2014 12:59 am

Ren who as ordered stuck close to Darius was not impressed by his show of power. Before he could interject his outrage at the man killing a otherwise useful slave they were interrupted by the capture of a young feline girl. Watching her lash out at the men around her reminded Ren of the way caged animals slash at hunters. It took the death of the man off his mind and reconfirmed the thought that these were, after all, not humans they were dealing with.
Primitive in lifestyle and behavior, Ren keep his distance not wanting to see her claws in action if she were to break from the ice.
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