Winter Is Coming [SSC Dominion of Midvinter]

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: Join the march to Fafnersvik

More and more members of the Coalition arrived at the scene, greeting him and his as well as the host of warriors. It warmed his heart seeing so many people from all corners of the galaxy come together to help defend his homeworld. Some species he doubted the Valkyri had never seen before, but fortunately most were too busy revelling in the opportunity of spilling undead blood, and even be given the chance to meet their gods in Beornskald. Taking one last look around him, Thurion gave Ulfgaard the signal. "WE MARCH," the burly man roared to his men who responded in kind, making for a deafening war cry uttered in unison. Great horns sounded as the army began to move out.

Thurion turned to the many faces of the Coalition and her allies. "Join the march as you see fit. We still have a ways to go before we reach Fafnersvik. In the meantime, stay warm and if you can, try socialising with these people. They are not just warriors." He then turned to his wife and reached for her hand. "Walk with me?" he asked in soft tone before giving her hand a kiss. The two would soon find themselves at the head of the army, walking among the giant humanoids once more. Not long after they had set out, the Valkyri sounded the drums of war and began to sing their battle hymns.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBPwCmU0V-Q​

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[2]​

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[member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Lorna Halcyon"] | [member="Mysa Snowstrider"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="Coryn Raxis"] | [member="Arrik Terran"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Ærin Firebrand"] | [member="Spencer Olin"] | [member="Sumiko Tanaka"] | [member="Azel Elerel"] | [member="Inger Strömfire"]​

 

[George O Rourke]

Location: Marching out behind Grandmaster [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and Master of the Order [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and the rest of the Valkyri and Coalition members
Allies: Coalition
Enemies: Undead
Objective: March to Fafnersvik
Equipment: Twin blades (Blue and Green)
[3/20]

As Grandmaster Thurion gave the order to move out George also began the march a few meters behind the Grandmaster and his wife. The Valkyri people were big and strong and the weather did not seem to bother them one bit. Although living in the weather all their lives would make that happen. The walk was a long one and very cold. George allowed the force to run through him regulating his body temperature.

As he walked beside some of the Valkyri warriors he had a few questions. "Nice axe you got there. Do you find it heavy?" George thought to strike up a conversation with some of the locals as the soft snow was crushed under his feet. "Hello, not really. I've used it all my life, its almost an extension of me now." The Valkyri warriors replied. "Where is your weapon then? I heard you people that came with Thurion were warriors also." The tide had changed, now the Valkyri people had some questions of their own. "I've got these." George replied as he lifted the two lightsaber hilts from his belt. "They are very small. Is there a blade on there somewhere?" He looked genuinely confused how such a small thing could be a useful weapon. "It may look small but they pack a big punch, would you like me to show you what they do?" As George placed one of the hilts back on his belt as he held the other one waiting on a reply. "Yeah that would be great." He was interested and George was not one to let them down.

With a quick hiss the blade shot up into the air, careful not to catch anyone on the way though, the group was quite tight, not standing in each other pocket tight, but close non the less. "Not so small now is it." George replied with a little laugh. "Very nice, how does the blade change colours?" The big Valkyri warrior was in ore looking at the interesting weapon. It wasn't everyday that a member of the Valkyri saw a lightsaber blade, some may had seen one from the previous times the Silver Jedi had came to the planet, or when Thurion is around but other than that they were pretty much non-existent. As George extinguished the blade he replied. "With a colour crystal, its quite interesting. Keep an eye out when we get there, I can show you the strength of these small weapons." George replied as he continued to walk towards the village laughing with his new found Valkyri friend.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

A man had called for help, his planet under siege and the lives of the peoples of Midvinter are in danger. This is what Jedi do, they come to the aid of those that require it, never do they ignore or deny help. Yes is it personal to Thurion and Coci, because of family, because it is their home, but regardless of this connection, they are Jedi and they are here to protect a nation like they would do any other. It is rare that orders are issued in the Silver Jedi, it has been that way from it inception, and today it is no different. Those that have come to stand beside their grand master are here as volunteers, no order given and they are here with their strong sense of duty to serve and protect others. For those that believe otherwise, a ship is waiting to take them back to Voss.

There is much emotion thick in the air, mostly due to what lays ahead of them, the unknown pulling them forward with a curling finger beckoning them to test their mettle. Jedi do not shy away from this, do not wallow in emotions that distract them from what they are and what they do. Her gaze moved toward Connor, a man she once knew, she does not know him anymore, he has changed beyond her recognition of him. She has changed as well, that much is true, but he lost the right to know of her the day he walked away from the Silver Jedi after the funeral of Master E'ron. Walked away from those that love him, care for him, in their time of need, he turned his back on them without a thought. There is no confidence in believing Connor would remain true to them, all of them.

There is only one that truly knows her, and he walks beside her now. "I will walk with you, into the mouth of death if that is what is required today".

And so they march.

(3)

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Mysa Snowstrider"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="Coryn Raxis"] | [member="Arrik Terran"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Azel Elerel"]​

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: Defend Fafnersvik
Location: Hi-ho! Hi-ho! It’s off to Fafnersvik we go!
Allies: The Silver Sanctum
Enemies: If she keeps that up, [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Gear: Combat Armour | Blue Bladed Lightsaber
Post: #2 / 20

It seemed to go a little quiet before the call came to move forward. Just another figure blending into the crowd serving their King or Grandmaster, or whatever allegiance they were on – Valkyri or Jedi – Connor was sure she had found his gaze for a few seconds. Almost like time stood still for a minute, and everyone could see what the other had become before marching towards the threat of death. She had made her choice to put this world and people before those she used to call family on Voss. So be it.

They moved swiftly forward, and Connor watched for a moment before starting on behind towards the village. The wind was harsh, but the swell of emotion from everyone he could feel was warming and full of energy. It was cold, but only from up in the heavens. Down on the ground it was getting warm with the heat of battle looming. Connor hadn’t fought alongside the others for a long time, and the Jedi and Rangers hadn’t been called into a decisive battle like this for some time. But there were new players on the battlefield; new powers and new tactics. It spoke volumes when he recognised less faces than he could identify.

It would be interesting to see how this played out for them all.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Mysa Snowstrider"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="Coryn Raxis"] | [member="Arrik Terran"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Azel Elerel"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Objective: Get them peoples to safety, avoid major battles.
Allies: Silvers, Drakon Regiment
Enemies: Those threatening the civvies
Location: Somewhat in orbit.
Post Count: 1/20

Soft, and yet chilling shudders etched into Romeo's spine as the Ryuk hovered over the cold, undead planet while blood red eyes observed. A white mask covered the Vahla's face, with a even whiter drape covered him to hide what was beneath the cape. Romeo watched intensively as Drakon Dropships rushed from the Ryuk's hangar bays to go planetside. His first mate came up behind, with a datapad in hand.​

"Sin, it seems are arrived late, quite late."​

Romeo shrugged.​

"If I was truly needed, I think they would have sent a personal message to let me know...have they?"​

Celty bit her bottom lip.​

"No."​

The Dark Master smiled some, and spoke more.​

"See, they do not need me. Not really. I highly doubt they even know I am here now. If they do, they probably suspect me as a enemy."​

Romeo had been in hiding, making a few connections here, and there. Meditating on his path.​

The darkness secured his soul with an beskar grip, but it had calm downed since he had been away. The Silver Jedi were probably unaware that he decided to stick around for a little, though he had also joined in cohort with the Galactic Alliance. He was beginning to surround himself with lightsiders of all shapes, and sizes.​

"The Drakons will land shortly sir, and begin escorting citizens away from red zones to safety."​

Once again, Romeo nodded.​

 

[Darth Libertas]

((OOC: Sumiko is far away from the Silver group and probably doesn't know there here. May have her link up eventually, but there's no need to tag her right now. Just tag Kaida since she's actually part of it))
(3/20)


A good deal away from where the party of Silvers had landed, Sumiko had now finally made acquaintance with some of the undead since a small horde of them had decided to make her their next meal. Or add her to their zombie collective. It was always nice when offworlders were greeted with such hospitality. Far too often natives reacted with anger when migrants arrived on their shores. Usually they made irrational complaints about how foreigners would steal all their jobs.


It was doubtful that Sumiko knew about the party of Silvers and friends that had landed on this planet to protect its people from the vile zombie horde. In all likelihood she would care either because she was the selfish type. The fate of others left her rather indifferent, truth be told. Was there anyone she actually cared about? Well, there was [member="Mirien Valdier"]. Of course, she would never admit that to her because she had her pride.


Anyhow, zombies showing up here saved her valuable time since she could study them close-up. With the fury of mindless beasts, driven by the sole impulse to kill and feed upon the blood of sentients, the frost-covered zombies, some of them still wearing battered Valkyri battle armour charged her. They wielded maces matted with gore and swords emblazoned with Valkyri runes, as if they were a dark parody of native war bands. The Dark Side oozed from these creatures and invaded her senses. Further evidence for the theorem that they are something spawned by the darkside cult. Spawn of a Sith alchemist who pursued his research in a remote corner of space? Created by a dark artefact? Further research required, Sumiko thought calmly.


A frost-covered, gloved hand wrapped around a small ball, a flashbang. With cold eyes upon the charging horde, she pulled the pin and tossed the ball of explosives right into the fray, using the Force to guide it. The logic was very simple: These dead-men might be immune to pain and never tire, but they seemed adjust to the darkness that had fallen upon this land. Pretty much every zombie Sumiko had encountered was quite vulnerable to fire and bright lights.


Loud, angry grunts and gargling noises were heard when the grenade landed and detonated, casting the blast radius in an almost blinding light, whilst causing many undead to suffer burns. They were not severe, but provided a good distraction for her as she grabbed her Viscera scattergun. A nice little toy that was useful for pointless, over the top brutality. Thank you, Fringe. The Viscera pumped xenoboric acid and transparisteel flechettes into the pack of monstrosities, with sufficient force to detonate bodies from the inside out. The former Inquisitor aimed at head level, especially for those that were armoured. Xenoboric acid slammed into their face and ate through their skulls before they could take another step forth across the snow - and soon very blood - covered ground.


However, not all of the beasts were so mindless to charge her head-on. She felt a warning through the Force when suddenly a zombie came at her from behind, his large sword coming at her head. The Atrisian managed to dodge and spin, though pain shot through her as the blade crashed down upon her shoulder, drawing blood.


Too close to fire the gun safely, so she used the bayonet to block another strike before wielding it like a club to bash his skull. Unfortunately, the dead-man was sturdy and in any case felt no pain, so while this shook him he simply grabbed her arm when she stabbed him in the chest with the bayonet and tossed her into a boulder. Ouch. Something snapped. Maybe a rib. The beast-man quickly pounced upon her and gripped her throat, grip tightening before a shattering blast of telekinesis threw her off her and smashed her into a tree with somewhat excessive force.


However, there was little time for respite as a very large, burly Vinterbound, wearing what must be the ancestral armour of Valkyri nobility, swung his mighty flail. Sumiko was lucky enough to quickly vacate the space as the flail impacted upon the ground with a loud crunch. A brutal kick to the knee made her reel as a stab of pain shoot through her leg. He came at her again, ramming the flail with full force but little precision into the ground and she ducked fast enough. Souldrinker gave her fuel and she exploited the fact that the dead-man was slightly off-balance by delivering a slash with Souldrinker to rid him of his arm, then beheaded him. Leaping through the air to get some distance she hit the ground, snow crunching beneath her boots, her Warden Cloak dramatically billowing behind her due to the wind.


Her blood-stained lips curved into a cold smile as she looked upon the pack of zombies and sunk into the Force, pulling at the tangled web of the power. They were getting closer...so close and coming at her from multiple sides, but she did not mind. Whispering in an ancient incantation of the Sith, the forbidden tongue, she wrapped her will around their minds as she sought to entangle them inside a web of lies and deceit, much like a spider would capture its prey. Her goal? To make them believe that there was bright, burning sunlight, roasting them. It would all be an illusion, but so very real to their minds. This she sought to achieve whilst she dug into their minds, cutting through them slice by slice.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

(4/20)
[member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"], [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="George O Rourke"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], anyone else in the group

En route to the town to be noble and kill zombies,


For her part Kaida remained oblivious to whatever issues were between Harrison and Heavenshield. Or Harrison's 'dark phase'. As a matter of fact, she did was completely indifferent as self-centred as that might sound. Jedi and their problems were not something the Angelii concerned herself with or cared about much. So she made her way across the snow-covered ground along with the rest of the war band. Valkyri warriors sounded the drums and began singing their war hymns. It reminded her a bit about the old days of the Eldorai army. Or HK-36's occasional tendency to sing Mandalorian battle songs when they were knee-deep in Reaver blood. That had been rather distracting, far as she was concerned.


Still, she remained quiet and alert, eyes sweeping the grim, foreboding forest for dangers as they went on their march towards the endangered village. Blood, gore and slaughter awaited them. In other words, the usual. Long as a mysterious, evil box of doom did not show up or some fool started yammering about they would 'ride boldly and well into the jaws of death', tihngs were fine. This one thinks Kaida has an interesting idea of what constitutes fine.


Of course, the trek towards the settlement could not go unimpeded, for that would be a tad boring! Angelii came to a halt as she tensed, perceiving shapes moving inside the forest, coming closer. Eldorai ears were the subject of certain sexual fetishes, but they also served a practical purpose because they provided enhanced hearing. Animalistic grunts and gargling noises...coming closer. Along with the unmistakeable aura of the Dark Side that had grown palpable.


"Company. West and south," she said, you might have guessed it, laconically. Wielding an assortment of heavy blades, maces, axes and whatever else they had been able to get their hands on, the zombie creatures charged, tossing a volley of spears and rocks along the way. Looking upon them calmly, Kaida drew upon her Sciia to manifest a wall of pure ice. In less cold conditions such a process would have taken more time and effort, but in a winterland such as this one her powers were at their strongest and thus required less intense focus.


Zombies being undead meant a number of things, such as the simple fact that some fun cryomantic tricks would not work on them. However, this did not apply to driving the aforementioned ice wall forth across the ground and smashing zombies as if it were a battering ram. One that was propelled with the absurd force of a speeder collision. One may recall how fast the average airspeeder is and...one might wonder whether this form of brutality might be a tad over the top. Perhaps Kaida had some issues to work through. Undoubtedly it was nothing that a fade to black scene with a certain short stack of fire and perhaps a storm queen could not heal.


Ouch. Charging zombies were smashed to a truly absurd degree as the wall impacted, splattering the snow with ichor, broken body parts and innards. The stench that ensued was most unpleasant. If the zombies had any livng relatives who wanted them identified, forensics would be utterly hopeless.


Calmly, dispassionately Kaida plucked free an incendiary grenade from her belt and then toss it into the fray after pulling the pin. What ice had begun, fire could continue. Boom. Some zombies who came charging over the broken remains of their brethren got ignited by the purifying flames. Projecting herself upon a disc of ice, Kaida shot into the air, turned a somersault and came down, her lightsabre igniting in a blaze of yellow light, as Valkyri warriors clashed with the undead spawn in a storm of fury.


No sooner had she touched the ground than that a zombie coming at her with an axe was suddenly blinded by a blast of cold, watery mist that went for its eyes. Temporarily blinded the dead-man struck and swung randomly and she cleaved it from shoulder to belly. The stabbing thrust of a pike caught her in the back, but as she whirled around the blade spun in an iridescent yellow arc to block a further attack coming for her and slice it in twain, before scything the abomination. Her movements were fluid, controlled, and with mechanical precision.


A third zombie directed his halberd towards her legs with powerful force and she leapt into the air, jumping over his strike. Blood-stained teeth smashing, he came at her once more but then suddenly...seemed to shut down as she wrapped her will around him. To be precise, she was freezing his brain. Whilst zombies were undead and stuff, it stood to reason they would have to retain some control in order to walk, and feel a desire for food and to turn others to their condition. Ergo, they required a brain. Cessation of brain functions would not kill them, but drive them catatonic. The creature crumpled to the ground like a sack of potatoes, but already she was in motion again, using her Taegis shield to block a blow from an axe meant for her head, then using the shield to bash in her enemy's skull before.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Sumiko Tanaka"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="George O Rourke"]

[2]

Solan still remained silent up until they started walking, his hand having moved to touch the frigid air as he removed one of his gloves. Scarred skin stretched over his hands and digits, signs of long past damage that he refused to get fixed as of this moment. It helped him remember and use the pain around him if he could look at the very damage he had done to his body in his early days with this power. When thurion mentioned moving out his eyes came over to stare at the Silvers once more before sighing and letting a cloud of air form infront of his face from the cold temperature.

The sigh had been one of relief, he didn't like waiting if they did not needed too. The faster they arrived the sooner they would be able to help those that needed it and solan's expression hid no determination in that fact of what he was going to do in order to protect those that needed it. The Silvers all said their words of closeness, or duty and of their bonds but Solan just looked at them with at the time dead eyes while those blue spheres rolled to look at [member="Vilaz Munin"] for half a moment. That mandalorian was one he knew well enough, a rather common face to him, one he wondered what would do today,

It was only when he looked at Connor Harrison's own combat armor that he glanced over his shoulder at the Dauntless blade over his shoulder, the Viola coat he had over a thermal suit and wraps. His blasters at his hips and the knives lining his cloak. He was someone who played dirty but he wondered if that fact would leave him out of place today. From what he knew the thing threatening these people was not human, well not fully. He didn't quite understand what these creatures were that Thurion had brought the Silver Jedi with him to protect his people against, but Solan had a sinking feeling that they were not normal. He almost wished he had the Nameless Blade with him, that Scythe was useful in its amplification properties but otherwise it was an oversized can opener.

 

[George O Rourke]

Location: Marching out behind Grandmaster [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and Master of the Order [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and the rest of the Valkyri and Coalition members
Allies: Coalition
Enemies: Undead
Objective: March to Fafnersvik
Equipment: Twin blades (Blue and Green)
[4/20]

As George and his Valkyri companion continued to march towards Fafnersvik, stomping through the soft snow beneath him the army halted, stopping any progression forward. As they were nearer the front of the army, just behind Grandmaster Thurion and Master Coci. A battle was before us, the undead had flanked us without warning, hordes came flying in from west and the south. It was the first time he had seen these creatures before, but the disturbance in the force they created was strong. The darkside could be felt all around them. "Lets get into it then." He turned to the Valkyri warrior before pulling his lightsaber to his hand. "Yes, lets get em." The Valkyri warrior showed no fear in the face of the undead. His brothers and sisters resurrected from the dead to fight against them, it couldn't have been easy.

As both George and the Valkyri prepared their weapons they made their move, running into the fray of the battle, the grunts and noises coming from the undead were eerie. The aurora the undead gave off was one of evil. George couldn't tell why, but he knew it wasn't natural and something beyond their control.

As they hit the first wave of the Vinterbound George ignited his lightsaber, the blue blade shone through, the Valkyri by his side fighting together, it was a great sight, Jedi, Valkyri fighting as one. As George held his lightsaber above his head the two sides collided the battle begun. Swinging his lightsaber through the Vinterbound undead he collected a few of them, slicing them in half, their bodies wiggled on the ground as the undead cannot die. It was a weird sight to behold, there must have been a way to stop them, but it wasn't to be found out right now. As more came at them swinging their axes, swords and clubs George was on the defensive, deflecting the huge weapons was tough. The power that they were able to conjure up in each strike was intense. George managed to deflect the enemy weapons away from his body, but only just. As the enemy axe came down George parried it away down by his side, a sword came flying at his head, but George managed to duck under it rolling back and summoning a force push clearing his immediate lines. The battle was different, he wasn't fighting live people, thus the strategy to win had to be altered.

 

[Baalagor]

Objective: Defend Fafnersvik
Location: Alongside [member="Connor Harrison"]
Allies: SSC
Enemies: Those that would oppose the Light
(1/20)

There was something different about him. That much Syala could see even without physical sight as an indicator. The Force itself granted her a purer glimpse into the very core of one's being, and it was that she focused on now, within Connor. A certain darkness festered within him, a certain animosity that she made note to carefully observe and gauge lest it threaten the entirety of the Order. Should he snap the burden would be upon her to assist in restraining him and bringing him under control, that much she was perfectly aware of. It might not have been explicitly stated, and the others may have denied as such, but he had been her Master, and still was. It was what was right.

Still, she wouldn't bring it up, not willing to confront him about such a delicate matter in front of the others. It was that privacy she owed him, the ability to think aloud with only her being the sole outsider listening in. It wouldn't be fair to exploit him, and so she wouldn't. This would be treated as simply another mission in the name of the defense of those innocents of the galaxy, as it most certainly was. But she still allowed their hands to brush together as they walked side-by-side, even that brief connection igniting a spark of the ethereal between them. Their bond was something she allowed to encompass her for a moment, comforting her and releasing a fraction of the uneasiness garnered by his change.

The planet whose frozen ground they tread on was entirely unfamiliar to her, but with the others present and fighting for the same cause that hardly mattered. A time for learning of the different culture would come later, when there wasn't an imminent threat. Who they had been called to combat was a different matter altogether. Before in her life she had clashed with the undead, corpses raised by a Sith Lord, but nothing that resembled the supposedly independent minds of this horde. These were capable of wielding weapons at the very least semi-efficiently, implying that a finer motor control was at work beneath the surface. It presented a challenge, but not one they wouldn't overcome.

Reaching out through the Force she touched on Connor's aura, melding hers with his own in a way not many were capable of achieving. In that moment they were one, each experiencing the other's own thoughts and emotions to some degree. This bond would continue throughout the entirety of the battle should he accept it in turn, allowing them to coordinate in a manner that surpassed anything the physical realm had to offer. It eased any apprehension left in her form, making way for the calm certainty that the Force had to offer her. Her head turned slightly to regard Connor, "Today we fight together," Once more her hand brushed against his, "As one."

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

After the call to match came, Aerin rode back to the riders of Rildonmark, the best of Clan Sabina had traveled up from the south. Many months she had spend at home, tending to the new foals and training war horses and men for a day like today. All of the Valkyri riders watched as the Coalition Jedi moved passed them, the riders will take up position of rear guard on the march. The cavalry formation turned in a arc and began the march, Aerin pushed her war forward, there is sense through the force of something familiar to her, a presence she has not felt in a very long time. [member="Inger Strömfire"], her beloved sister. She is here somewhere, but Aerin not able to locate her at this point. There is a sense of a difference in her, although the sisters always had opinions that varied on things, and possess talents of a similar nature Inger had changed, since the day she was taken off MIdvinter by the Sith, she never returned to Aerin the same woman.

Aerin cares little for either the Sith or the Jedi, their ways to restricting in her view, dark Jedi are simply those that are indecisive, think that by using the darkness they can fight it, when all they do is become the thing they hate, therefore hating themselves. What is the point of that? The darkness consuming them as much as it does for a Sith. The Jedi equally consumed by a sense of righteousness, and some are vehement in their position to the point where they cannot see the equal danger of their stance. The Force is the Force and that is all, Aerin grew up not know of it's existence, she could do things unexplained which even had her people question her nature, calling her witch and in the dark days before the coming of the Dawn, she was exile on her own planet. Aerin will not pick a side or sit in a set position on the force spectrum, why limit yourself when you have all of the force at your call.

Her war horse kept a steady pace, Aerin's gaze kept watch over the coalition members. One among them, a Valkyri [member="Azel Elerel"] which did not surprise her, she too had spent a small amount of time in the Order of the Silver Jedi, after coming from the Moross, training under Sith tutelage. Aerin pushed her mount forward until alongside the returning Valkyr. "Fine weather we are having". she smiled.

(4)

 

[Ren Colvet]

Objective: Defend Fafnersvik
Location: Marching with the Army
Allies: The Silver Coalition
Enemies: The Enemies of the Silver Coalition
Items: Lightsaber (Green), Black Cloak

[member="Syala Daivik"] [member="Connor Harrison"]

(2/20)

This sucked.

If only he had been on some sort of mission or so far that he couldn't have been contacted, than maybe he wouldn't have to be trudging through the snow in nothing but a loose cloak that he grabbed at the last second before running on to the ship.

It could be worse. Except, no, it couldn't, he was marching to an army of the undead, if what he heard from the exchange between Master Heavenshield and one of the village members was correct. In other words, this was a brisk walk to his demise. He wasn't there the day the Battle of Ziost took place, but he had heard well enough about it to scar him for the remainder of his adolescence. From what he could tell, this battle was going to be similar to that.

He kept looking down for some reason, despite knowing it left him susceptible to surprise attacks. Was it because he was sad? No, not really. Was it because he was alone? Meh, likely, but no. So what was it? He looked up.

Ah yes, that was why.

Connor Harrison, the only Silver Jedi who would make Ren nearly pass out from fear, their brief encounter during a last minute training session in the Temple left Ren wondering why he was so distant and cold. Next to him, was a woman he had never met before. She had light brown hair and walked next to Connor as if she knew him, a friend maybe? Ren thought of making a joke about being surprised that Connor actually had any friends, but stopped short for fear that the Master would hear it.

Maybe, instead of being a creepy stalker who makes jokes about people he hardly knows, he should just talk to him like any normal Jedi would.

"Alright Ren, let's do this." he whispered to himself.

He changed his speed and slowly caught up to the two. He was to Connor's right when he heard the woman whisper something. It sounded important, so he waited for it to finish, then set his plan in motion.

"Just act natural." He thought to himself.

"Hi there Master!" It came out weirdly, it sounded like a cat screeching and a thousand small voice cracks mixed to make one awkward, embarrassing greeting.

He slapped himself mentally. Idiot.

Ren's Cloak:

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Marching
Allies: The Silver Sanctum Coalition and the Valkyri
Enemies: The Walking Dead
Objective: 1 and 2
Post Count: [2/20]

Finally, the Valkyri who greeted Thurion, the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi, had given the order to his men and to the forces of the Coalition to begin their march across this frozen wasteland to the specified settlement that was being endangered by creatures of the dead. Never had he fought a being that was reanimated. Though, he did witnessed what these monsters were capable of when someone reanimated the dead and manipulated them into attacking a Lotek'k that was a being of death and havoc for both a population and the group of heroes that dared to face it. From his observation the undead were beings with no feelings, no morals, no intelligence. They were nothing but abominations which only cared for feeding their indefinite appetite of raw living flesh and meat. The Mandalorian had no knowledge of what could happen when a zombie sank its teeth into the body of one. Blood would oozed out and the cries of pain would be shouted, but it probably didn't ended there. He had never seen such aftermath not wanted to have a share of this experience. He preferred a canine to bite him than a dead walking person.

As he began to march with the whole company Vilaz made his way through both the Valkyri and members of the Coalition, and stared in awe when he saw the heights of the Valkyri. When he first saw these humanoids he assumed they were a few inches taller than him, but he thought wrong. When he walked amongst them his head only tilted up to see their heads wearing helms to protect them from any kinetic energy that could injure them. Surely they were viewed as Giants by soldiers of the Coalition and feeling small when compared to these Warriors. Vilaz had the same feeling, but it didn't intimidated him. Height was a great factor in warfare but it didn't guaranteed victory. Only wits and skills did and nothing more. The Rally Master continued to make his way to the very front of the army just to be one of the first to run into combat. The Warrior could see both the Grandmaster and his beloved leading the march to the Valkyri settlement. Out of respect, he didn't dare to pass them and be point of the army but walked besides them while keeping some space between him and the couple.

No need to ruin a special moment between them.

[member="Ren Colvet"] [member="Ærin Firebrand"] [member="Syala Daivik"] [member="George O Rourke"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Sumiko Tanaka"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Whatever Happened to Mr. Garibaldi? Part 1
Post 1 of 20
Location: Coldwind Pass, just north of Hafnir
Frenemies: The Silver Sanctum Coalition
Gear: Primeval Light Combat Armor (minus helmet), Amphistaff, EX-1 Blaster Pistol, MedPac

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MklPINC--Q​

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Lucien Garibaldi was an FrontierCorps mission specialist.

He had come to Midvinter some time ago, in order to complete a geological survey of the aquifer which fed the Rhaendyk region of Midvinter, more commonly known by the loose translation in Basic 'Coldwind Heights' or 'Coldwind Pass'. A great ridge of mountain peaks carved out a pastoral valley, but the great mountains produced harsh conditions that made atmospheric flight into the region treacherous, even on repulsor-powered craft. And the approach by land was arduous indeed, with steep climbs and slippery slopes prone to avalanches. Temperatures in some areas plunged far below freezing, comparable to winter on Hoth.

About the same time that the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi Order had received a transmission from Midvinter describing an invasion of the town of Fafnersvik - an area to the east of the Coldwind Mountains - Mister Garibaldi had sent a transmission that a disturbance had broken out around the village of Hafnir. And naught had been heard of him since. Nor of Hafnir, though that much was not unusual.

Hafnir was a trading post through which nomadic nerf herders would pass as they moved their herds through the fertile valley that lay in the shadow of those frozen giants. A handful of farmers, few families, and the elders too old or infirm to move with the herd, very little moved through Hafnir and even less left it. And so it was not uncommon at all for months to pass during which no one in the outside world heard or knew anything of the village.

With the Silver Jedi and their allies focused on the defense of the more populous Fafnersvik, few among the Coalition were asking themselves 'what had happened to Mister Garibaldi?' And there were even fewer resources with which to dedicate to the pursuit of that question.

So they sent the Junior Varsity team to investigate.

The edge of the snowboard cut across the fresh packed snow, gliding over the steeply sloping descent as the young Pantoran expertly controlled his speed through a series of S-curves. The wind whipped through the mass of violet hair, as he snowboarded down the mountain in the silver and charcoal grey armor of the Primeval. The dark cloak flitted in the breeze behind him, revealing the bulk of the body of the amphistaff that had sought shelter from the cold by hugging the Pantoran's body and hiding itself beneath the cloak. The viper-like head of the serpentine biot could be seen, occasionally peeking out from under the youngling's right arm. A forked tongue flicked out to test the air, the snake-like creature shying back as it felt the bitter cold.

Kicking up a wake of frost, the boy continued down the mountain into the unforgiving mouth of Coldwind Pass, as he voyaged on toward Hafnir in the search of answers.

 

[Vakarian]

Objective: Defense of Fafnersvik
Location: Marching with the Coalition and allied Valkyri
Allies: Valkyri Warriors & Coalition forces
Enemies: The Environment & The Undead​

Post: 2/20​

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The march began uneventfully, with the combined forces of the Silver and Valkyri together in tangent with one another. They were tall beings, far taller than most he had seen in the galaxy - though this was not saying much. He was only recently a new player in the galaxy, one that hoped to make a noticeable change in it. He was a Galactic Hopeful, one of the few who believed the galaxy still held the chance to redeem itself and continue into a new age of peace and unification. But, he was no fool as to believe that it would happen in his life time, no the Sith were all too evident in the galaxy, as were the lesser factions of the Dark Side. They would have to be checked, and measured, in order to bring balance back.

He would see it done if he could. That was why he chose to join the Silver Sanctum Coalition, an order of objective aligned Jedi who were able to were in unity with one another despite their histories and alignments. He held hope that this place could, and would, become his home.

Sapphire eyes traced the landscape beyond his range of vision, using the force to see what he otherwise would not be able to see. It brought a new perspective to ones mind, to see how the Force feels and interacts with everything it touches - for all things are touched by the force, but not many are able to craft the Force into the tool and defense that those known as 'Force Sensitives' can. Nevertheless, he believed that all things were connected through the Force, and each light that faded sent a ripple through the Force that would forever change it. Nothing is forever, Everything is remembered.

It was through the force that he was able to detect the presence of creatures beyond the full reach of the Force, and through it he was able to discern their position. They were several hundred feet to his right, him being on the furthest right flank of the assembled force. He had brought no weapons to battle with, instead relying on his own skill and training to see him through the beginning stages of the fight. He would acquire a weapon during the mission, if given the opportunity to do so.

With the creatures set in his mind, he deviated from the assembled group, and walked calmly towards the creatures. His eyes remained closed, allowing the presence of his fellow Silver Jedi and the assembled masters to fuel his confidence in the Force. He seemed to be able to grasp basic usages of the force with their presence, and they seemed to instill within him, a sense of trust and peace.

As he drew closer to the creatures his stance would change to that of a hunter, his knees bending slightly and his muscles preparing for the jump that was about to be made. He allowed them to draw closer, no more than two - but he wouldn't complain. He had never fought the Vinterbound before, so two would be sufficient to judge their strength and cunning. As they closed in on him, he took a leap into the air -aided by the Force- and nimbly stepped off the shoulders of the first creature - driving it into the packed snow. He then landed in a roll that allowed him to outstretch his leg and clip the second creatures legs from beneath it and causing it, too, to fall to the snow. They didn't seem very bright, he mused to himself as he turned to see the product of his maneuver.

A light of shock entered his eyes as he turned and found that the creatures were again standing on their feet and turned their full attention to him. It seemed they were quite swift for what they were, or at the least, these two were. He backed away slowly, luring them away from the marching army - he wanted to gauge them on his own, to assess their weakness, that and if he were to fail - he didn't want to appear a fool in the eyes of the other Silver. That would make for a terrible first impression.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Post 2 of 20 (shared with [member="Boo Chiyo"])
Objective: 1 & 2
Location: Marching to Fafnersvik
Allies: Silver Jedi & Friends
Gear: Warden Cloak (green), Sasori Robes, Lightsabers (green and amber), Hold-Out Blaster

This would be a bad day for anyone unfamiliar with the Jedi power of Tapas.

If they weren't a master of the art of using the Force to stay warm, they soon would be. Even through the armorweave and synthetic bodyglove cinching together his garb underneath the sage green cloak, the boy still felt the edge on the wind. It blew through sharper than the edge of any lightsaber, and more pointed that the tip of any vibroblade.

He supposed that, in this environment, the green cloak was impractical. Corellia was, or had been, a green world. A verdant frontier, with plains and mesas and a wilderness that had given its people their frontier spirit. Here, it stuck out for the fact that the world seemed painted in shades of grey. A monochromatic palette in which the boy's green cloak stood out against the stark white of the snow falling around them. And yet, he dared not part with it for the very fact that it was a piece of Corellia he carried with him.

The history of his world was one he knew, well and true. The legends, the lies, historical truth and urban myth. He was a Corellian Jedi, once the pride of her people and the Guardians of Peace even before the Republic had come to the Five Brothers.

This world of MIdvinter was a mystery to him. Not known in the time of Sor-Jan's adventures through the Outer Rim, at the dawn of the Galactic Empire. So he was a stranger in a strange land. A speck of green in a field of white which stretched to the horizon in all directions. He did not know the history of this world or its people. But, if the Jedi did march to battle, then the citizens of Midvinter would soon learn what a Green Jedi was.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: Defend Fafnersvik
Location: March to Fafnersvik
Allies: The Silver Sanctum
Enemies: Vinterbound, Elements
Gear: QQ-15L-3 | QQ-83n | SMG | Lightsaber
Post: [1/20]

Audren had hesitated before coming on this particular mission. There were others available - aid missions to Tygara and Generis, or a reclamation of Malachor V - but this one seemed to fit his goals the best. The reason he'd hesitated was because this one seemed more personal than others, if the rumors were true at least. That the planet was Grandmaster Thurion's homeplanet, specifically. Responding to a request for help from one's homeplanet wasn't necessarily a bad thing by any means, but when doing so pulled a large amount of Coalition Jedi in alongside waters became murkier. In the end though, the Sephi moved past his misgivings and boarded the transports headed to fight the undead.

Once again, he'd done his homework. Midvinter was a cold planet, the Vinterbound were supposedly undead. The primary species of the planet were the Valkyri, to which Thurion Heavenshield belonged. Large humanoids, the people were strong, set in their ways, and rumored to be barbaric. Good fighters though. They'd faced the Vinterbound before, but apparently this was more than their king-figure felt they could handle. So Thurion had been brought in, and so events played out. Back to the cold though. When the Silver Jedi had merged with the Levantine Sanctum, their technologies had merged as well. The Coalition now had a suit of armor designed for extreme conditions, courtesy of the Sanctum's patrol forces. Extreme cold wouldn't be a problem, and the armor could be set to certain camouflage patterns. It could turn a blade or absorb a blaster bolt here or there, and had a shoulder-mounted personal shield. The downside was that it was heavier than he'd expected. He'd be slowed. It would be worth it.

The Sephi stayed off to the side once the transports landed, not speaking to any. He wasn't ignoring them, simply getting the feel of the land. It garnered him a few odd looks regardless. He wasn't the only one with armor here, in fact there were few without armor. Even a Mandalorian was present in traditional armor. A short time of 'mingling' and they were off, accompanied by the shouts of the Valkyri and their war horns. The din was rather annoying to his sensitive ears, but it was over soon enough. The agile Padawan kept to the east of the main group, several trees deeper into the forest. The snow-patterned armor made him difficult to see, just as intended.

Without warning there came the sound of combat on the opposite flank. The screams from throats living and not, the rattles and crashes of simple weapons, and the odd squishing noises became plainly audible to him. On his own side, he cast out with his fledgling Force abilities, attempting to sense anything nearby even while using his more mundane senses for the same task. The SMG blaster slung over his shoulder was brought to ready with the stock extended. He didn't see or otherwise sense anything on his side yet, so he stayed in his self-assigned position relative to the main column. Foolish to rush off to battle like he wanted and have another flanking attack occur.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: Defend Fafnersvik
Location: Meandering to Fafnersvik
Allies Near: [member="Syala Daivik"] | [member="Ren Colvet"]
Enemies: Those Beyond Saving
Gear: Combat Armour | Blue Bladed Lightsaber
Post: #3 / 20

Connor let the cowl blow back from covering his head, he was wasting time holding it against the chill of the wind and frost in the air. Instead he used the Force from those around him to help create a wave of warmth inside his blood stream, to fuel his muscles and keep them strong to battle the cold. His eyes were slightly narrowed against the weather, and he adapted to the terrain that went from soft snow to hard ice and rock and back to snow again in moments.

Syala was beside him in an instant, and he felt her presence fully, slightly worried about her reaction and knowledge of his inner thoughts as she had a way to tap into the humanity buried deep down in that body. She brushed his hand, and that was enough to know she was there.

”Look at them, Sy. This isn’t our battle. This isn’t our government to save.”

He looked out of the corner of his eyes to the head of those marching forward; gleaming weapons, heavy and brutal, decorated in thick armour and even riding horseback.

”Look at her. She is blind now to what she said she would never turn her back on.”

Master turned his head to look down at his former Padawan, the scars around her eyes a reminder of his failings. His words would obviously fall on deaf ears, but he would always do what he said he would; protect her.

”You shouldn’t be here either – not in your condition Sy. They have armies to fight these threats. You shoul - ”

There, beside him, came a voice he hadn’t heard for a while, but knew well – it was the one called Ren. Connor turned his head right to look back at him following the pair. He didn’t stop walking.

”Ren? What are you doing here? And my name is Connor, not ‘Master’.”

He returned to face forward, Sy on his left, Ren on his right. He sighed and felt the burden of both these youngsters on his shoulders once more.

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="Coryn Raxis"] | [member="Arrik Terran"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Azel Elerel"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: March to Fafnersvik

The lust for battle was hard to ignore. It was in his blood, buried beneath the disciplined teachings of the Jedi. The Valkyri battle hymns caused the blood to pump vigorously, the drums of war awakening the warrior within. These men and women lived for battle, to be given the chance to die gloriously so that they may fight for their gods and drink with their ancestors in the afterlife. Keeping his wife close, Thurion marched beside her holding her hand. How many times had they faced dangers together? How many times had they stared certain death in the eye and laughed while slipping out of his clutches? In truth, he'd lost count. They were ever devoted to one another, both willing to follow the other into the abyss and back again. He dared not imagine a better companion than she who walked beside him now.

Something was wrong. They had entered the forest which was the only thing standing in the way between them and the village. Large trees hindered one's view, making it an apt spot for getting ambushed. Getting the attention of Ulfgaard, he signalled the army to halt. "Something's wrong..." he told [member="Coci Heavenshield"] at his side. Eyes narrowed at something in the distance, approaching fast. When he could make out the shape of it, he grabbed hold of Coci and pulled her close to him mere moments before a long, decrepit spear struck the ground where she'd stood. "Ambush!"

A terrible shriek echoed through the woods as walking, decomposed corpses and skeletal beings appeared from the shadows on all sides. Terrifying blue lights marked where their eyes had once been, and all were armed with weapons that looked like they were from ancient times and ready to fall apart. "SHIELDWALL," Ulfgaard roared, upon which the army quickly formed ranks and locked their shields together on all sides, effectively protecting their every angle. They were surrounded. As the undead drew nearer, Ulfgaard raised his giant axe over his head. "We are the sons and daughters of winter! This world belongs to us, not these shambling sods! Fight now, for your ancestors! For Midvinter! FOR THE KING!" A thunderous battle cry answered the call, and in an instant the shieldwalls were dissolved as Valkyri warriors and members of the Coalition alike charged the Vinterbound.

[3]​

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[member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Lorna Halcyon"] | [member="Mysa Snowstrider"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="Coryn Raxis"] | [member="Arrik Terran"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Ærin Firebrand"] | [member="Spencer Olin"] | [member="Sumiko Tanaka"] | [member="Azel Elerel"] | [member="Inger Strömfire"] | [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Ren Colvet"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]​

New objective: Defend against the ambushing undead!​

 

[Matsu Ike]

5/20

She could make them out now, the undead and her hand went to her disc blade, springing to action with it while gripping the sleek phrik of the blade hilts interlocks. The energy while she spun and released it activating the silver blades that gave a snap hiss and then a second one doubling the length of the blades before the two hilts unlocked from each other. The one spinning disc saber becoming twin wheels slicing around her while she withdrew the saber from her hip holding it. A snap hiss as the pale blue blade activated with a surge of energy and calming clarity pushing the jedi master at the undead. Brightening up the area outside the city for [member="Connor Harrison"] to see before she lept up and slashed pushing the force to keep the blades spin and slice in a saber barrier around her while she was feeling more from the undead.