The forest stands tall and lush here; ancient trees reach weather-twisted arms to the sky, fighting monster-like storm clouds back with their interlacing fingers. Shadow seems to lurk everywhere you look, but it spills calmly, coolly, inspiring a sense of stealthy calm or protection rather than unease. That is, if you've forgotten what kind of creature might be stalking just out of sight...Abendrot is a land cradled by the dark woods on all sides; in the center, some of the larger trees stay behind to reveal a small plateau - a citadel where this pack can gather and defend itself from invaders. There are, of course, softer sides to the land. Clearings here and there allow the sun to throw down its rays in incongruously resplendent gold showers. Ignore the lingering scents of blood spattered here and there along the borders: those do not concern you. The river on one edge of the territory is playful enough when it hasn't been gorged by violent rain. You can choose to note the ragged claw marks raked down tree trunks and the forest floor as friendly "Home Sweet Home" signs, if you wish.

All who treasure loyalty, order, victory, and the occasional indulgence of raw visceral pleasure are welcome, once they've been approved by the ever-watchful eyes of Abendrot's Alpha. But keep one thing in mind: no matter what your motive, this is not a fool's Paradise. This is the land of soldiers, assassins, and spies. This is ABENDROT.

Make up your mind quickly and prepare to prove your worth. You wouldn't want to add to those blood spatters, would you...?

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SOLIDERS OF ABENDROT: ATTENSHUN! [HEALERS IN]
IP: 101.98.129.249




.JUDGEMENT IS HERE.

The clearing was faintly tainted with a corpse on the border that wafted through; no doubt the clump of slightly faster growing grass near fifty metres away concealed the newest (to his knowledge) fossil to Abendrot’s soil. The soil was hard packed clay in this area and the clouds broiled over in a dark grey fashion. If the soldiers were lucky, they might just get a light misting of rain to make it good and slippery. The slight amusement didn’t show on his slate features as he strode into the center of the clearing, sliver and ebony robes flowing, rippling over masses of steely muscle. The Commander belted out a bold, roaring howl, not calling, not asking, but ordering his soldiers to him- their commander.

HOW THIS SHIZ IS GOING DOWN:

SOLIDERS: You have been called by your commander, you do not think, you do not feel, you will respond within seven days to this call, if you do not, do not consider yourself a solider in my ranks any longer.

SPARS:
Each wolf will be matched with another to spar, the point of this exercise is to practice for oncoming intrusions into the pack- if you sustain injuries, the healers will attend to you once the spar is completed. While I would prefer you not to injure each other, consider this your first chance to show me your talent and think of it as a chance to be considered for higher ranks within the solider ‘community’.

Wolves that complete their spars are considered ‘certified’ for active duty and therefore are given a specific area of the pack to patrol.

PATROLS:
You will complete your patrols weekly and find Marx to discuss any findings or information you have received from wolves passing by. You are free to guard newcomers wanting to join until the alpha accepts them, but this isn’t your only responsibility. Intrusions outside your area are not your responsibility, but you must respond to them with equal haste. If you do not, you will have to answer to your commander and face reprimands. Intrusions in your area are your immediate responsibility and all other needs are ignored until they are dealt with.

LOYALTY:
While I do not expect you to like each other, you are soldiers and soldiers work together. You should be able to depend on each other in missions and intrusions, every single god damn time. In the coming weeks I will be posting missions for teams of soldiers and judge them on their skills and how well they work with others. So, the sooner you get used to working well together, the better.

..LOYALTY..HONOR..DEATH..





M A R X
I'm not your friend. I never was.


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