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Post by Queerly on Jul 15, 2017 10:13:42 GMT -6
 Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 405: Solar EclipseTeam Leader: Evalynn Participants: Einar, Airita, Alarik, Natalie, Fly, Asim, Kai, Shiya, Sorrel, Liri Theme Music :3c Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: In the wake of Amadeus' death, Valore is at a standstill - in more ways than one. Traditions decrees that all establishments are closed for three consecutive days, but as a busy merchant, your schedule doesn't jive with that. A caravan of textiles, metals and other supplies was slated to arrive today, but with the mourning period enacted, the caravan has been halted just short of a mile from the city gates. The traders come only once a month, and you're not going to miss out on a restock. With wagons, bags, and plenty of gold, you swiftly head out to rendevous with the caravan. Location: Valore's bountiful farmlands, a mile from the city's gate. Time of Day: Noon |
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 15, 2017 14:43:03 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
Usually mornings were reserved for sleeping in or for early breakfasts the sisters got to indulge in occasionally. However, this morning was not like the rest. Startled awake by a sound she had heard only once before, dread settled into the now wide-awake mare. Bells were going off, quaking and splitting the air in their slow cadence. Praying that it isn’t what she thinks it is, Evalynn quickly stumbles out of her room, putting her hair back as she left her room. It seemed that Asalah and Airita both had been woken by the bells too, and the three shared a somber look. Evalynn grabbed an apple and quickly trotted to Asim’s room calling for him to come with her. Normally she would let the slave sleep in too, however this was far from a normal morning. Letting him know he could grab something to sate him she paused for a minute before bolting out the door with Asim in tow. A voice called behind her, and Evalynn stopped, seeing Airita trotting up behind her, indicating she too, would go with them. There was to be a shipment of goods’ today. Someone would have to go get the supplies. As the trio neared the gates, she saw several other fellow Artisans and Merchants making their way out of the gates, varying expressions painting their faces, but all decidedly somber, if not lost looking. No doubt everyone knew what the bells meant. What they didn’t know however, was what happened…. Or what would happen. The death of their King was a detriment to the herd. Whispers of a confirmed assassination spread like wildfire, adding layers of grief, fear, and uncertainty to many members. Evalynn herself found her emotions scattering in the wind, silent tears sliding down her cheeks as she held her head high. It would not do for the Trader’s to see them falling apart at the seams, and the pregnant Blacksmith would damned if she disgrace her herd. Slicking away the tears, the mare adjusted her bridle and straightened her posture, sure that she would almost have Meredith’s approval if she could see her now. Farms began cropping up as they traveled further from the city, large expanses of crops growing beautifully in the sun, from the light golden strands of wheat, to the tall straining stocks of corn. On any other day, Evalynn would have appreciated the view, remembering fondly how it was one of these families that had taken her and her sisters in when they had first gotten to Eithne. It really was quite a sight to see the different colors of the landscape as it changed into a farmland setting, one that the average city horse didn't see often if they never left the confines of the city. As the group ventured further out into the countryside, the caravan slowly came into view. The group all split off then, separating to look over the wares, and speak to the Traders. Evalynn herself made her way over to a cart containing mostly pelts and leather, Asim in tow. Making polite conversation as she began paying for the goods, Evalynn felt a weary guilt settle in her bones. The last time she had truly talked to Amadeus, she had screamed at him over the dragon eggs. Even months later, nothing bad had happened to the herd from them confiscating the eggs, and Evalynn feared she may have overreacted. Perhaps she had been wrong to question the boy, though her gut had told her otherwise. And even in the face of such unbridled anger, Amadeus had still had the good will to present her with a beautifully crafted dagger. While she may have not agreed with the King on some issues, and thought he was a bit too young to really fill the role he was thrust into, Evalynn had liked the kid. He had been a sweet kid, perhaps a touch naive, and had reminded her of her own daughter. Nodding absently, Evalynn couldn’t even really recall what she was talking to the Trader about. If they could finish their trades soon, Evalynn would go to pay her respects one last time. That thought in itself nearly set a fresh trail of tears down her cheeks though she held them back.
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jul 15, 2017 15:43:42 GMT -6
Kai | Merchant (Aspiring Artisan) | They/Them
Chimes echoing through the city had shaken Kai awake, darting to sit upright in their bed and look around. For a second, they couldn't discern what the ringing meant before their brother, Soren, and his wife appeared in the doorway. Their faces were full of concern and urgency as Kai met their eyes with a questioning look. "The king has died, they are ringing the bells of mourning..." Soren explained with a distant stare out of his sibling's window. With a swallow, the chimera slowly rose to their feet and wondered over to look outside. They had never met the king, but had always aspired to gift him one of their best works once they finally reached their dream of becoming an artisan. With everything that had happened lately, they had always felt a deep compassion towards Amadeus and the struggle he was facing at such a young age. Catching glimpses of their King in the cities events, Kai had always seen him as a radiant and kind figure. Now, he was gone? A lump began to form in their throat as tears threatened to spill over, before they felt a gentle touch on their shoulder and turned. It was Mylah, their brother's wife and one of the many artisans that Kai saw as a role model and mentor. "I know it's terrible, Kai... But you can't forget about the traders today, remember?" she nudged their cheek and signaled for them to follow. Quickly, their ears pricked forward in realization and they trotted after the other. Just outside the house, it seemed Mylah had already set everything up ready for the journey, and Kai's heart swelled a little in gratefulness. Thank Ignacio that she did, as they were about ready to enter full fledged panic mode. With a calm smile on her face, she helped fasten the wagon and placed a pouch with plenty of gold around their neck. "Thank you May, I promise I'll bring back everything you asked me to!" They swiftly pecked the side of their sister-in-law's cheek and hurried out of the gate.When coming across some other merchants and artisans on their way out, Kai was entirely lost in thought and stirring over the whys and hows. Taking a moment to register who was actually there, they finally looked up. It seemed that everyone was feeling the same, but their gaze was pulled towards an individual they spotted within the crowd. Evalynn was one of the incredibly respected artisans the chimera looked up to most, and they noticed her steeling herself for the journey. Scanning the ground for a moment, they swallowed and resolved themself to do the same. Perhaps it wasn't best for news to travel to the traders through their solemn expressions. Once they reached the caravans, everyone branched off to look at the respective wares that interested them. Thinking over the list Mylah had explained to them last night, they made their way over to the cloths and quickly went around to purchase what she had requested. After counting and checking everything twice, they let out a sigh of relief and internally patted themself on the back for remembering. They could calm down now and take a look for what they wanted to buy. Perusing through gems, silk, threads, metal, and furr, Kai couldn't help but think back at the gift they wanted to make for the king, and how that would no longer even be a possibility.
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jul 15, 2017 16:30:21 GMT -6
Liri still wasn't quite sure what to do. The king was dead, everyone was either mourning or in a twisted way, celebrating. Not openly of course, but still, some taverns she passed on her way out the gates to greet the caravan were almost to bursting. And not a few of them were quiet.
Val and Mavis were back at home, enjoying the time off, while she had to go check out the caravan. Mavis was still too young to be left on her own, not for a couple more years could they trust her to not get into trouble, so Liri was there to trade for Val as well. But to be honest, she'd probably come home to some sort of art death contraption again. Those two tend to get into trouble just by walking into a room.
She sighed, joining up with a large group headed out to the caravan. It seemed that she wasn't the only one interested in getting their hands on the "hidden" wares. There were a couple of familiar faces in the crowd, each from an event that could have only happened once in a lifetime. Surprisingly, it was getting kind of disturbingly scary that she always ended up with these few equine when things when awry. First the Crucible attack, then a pirate boarding. What next, vagabond attack just because? Maybe it was time to change proffessions, she thought. Things are just starting to get a little too crazy for the merchants. And she had a family to look after now too.
Not something to dwell on now. Now it's time to trade. She pulled out of her thoughts and set her mind on prices and bartering as they neared the caravan. Hopefully they had some good deals, otherwise today would end up being a bust.
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Post by crocutta on Jul 15, 2017 19:17:33 GMT -6
Fly | Merchant (Trinkets/Bobbles/Jewelry) | He/Him
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It was a surreal experience. Fly had never thought much of the king; in fact, he hardly thought of him, or the rest of the royalty, at all in the course of a normal day. Their affairs seemed leagues away the dirty slums he wallowed in - a distant dream, a goal to reach one day, but he'd be hard pressed to say he had any emotional attachment to the family themselves.
News had reached him along with the chiming bells and the hushed, sobbing horror that ghosted along the streets. The poor kid hadn't deserved to be killed. Still, he thought with a grimace, it's not that much of a surprise, is it? Considering his approval ratings... Shaking his head somberly, he fell into line with the crowd, donning an appropriately mournful expression even if he had no honest tears to shed. It was better to focus on the positives - things that impacted his life more directly.
There would be time to lament their political loss later, this was an opportunity that didn't come often, and Fly'd be damned if he didn't get his hooves on some actually useful stock, something more than the shoddy luck trinkets and placebos he usually strung around - perhaps some foreign jewelry he could make an easy profit from. Two bags beat at his flank as he trotted through the crowd, paying careful attention to the weight of the coin pouch around his neck.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jul 16, 2017 2:24:42 GMT -6
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Alarik | Book MerchantPost 1
Word Count: 570
Alarik was already awake when the mourning bells began crying. His heart stopped in his chest. The book he held dropped to the floor. He stood in awe for no more than 5 minutes. But to him, it felt like hours, days even. His breathing went from a steady pace to a panic attack, quickly destroying any train of thought the stallion might of had. He lowered his lanky frame to his pillow fort that lay on the floor.
Alarik didn’t mind the king, he even admired him a little. Despite being naive and rather young for the role. A lot of Aodhians cursing his name and dragging it through the mud. Amadeus kept his head high and kept going. No matter what the other equines thought of him.
Tragedy had struck just 3 years prior. Alarik remembers those distasteful bells mourning the death of Ammy’s siblings, Alduin and Marcellus. And then there mother Solaris only a year ago. The city wasn’t the same for a while after both incidences.
And now what was to become of Valore as a whole. No one stood in "proper" line of the throne, Solaris’ sister? Perhaps. Or one of her many children.
Rik eventually calmed down his eyes tearing up and on the verge of overflowing. There was a sharp knock at the door. The stallion frightened by the quick pull back to reality. “I'll be there in a moment” He called out, wiping his face on one of his many blankets and jolted upright to his feet. Making his way to the door and fiddled with the key in the lock for a few seconds. The door opened with an audible growl. Al peeked around to see a familiar face. Bel stood as the door opened. Although she tried to look fine Alarik could see right through her, she was upset. She had tried to hide the fact that she had been crying but Rick could still visibly see the watermarks that had crawled down her cheeks. He opened the door wider allowing the light to pour in through the threshold. They both stood silent for a moment. Alarik swallowing his words and holding back his emotions. With events like this everything stops for a few days, but with a trade wagon coming he had to go. Alarik took a breath. Quickly reaching for his gear and throwing it on. As he fiddled with leg straps he looked back up to Bel “Come with me.” He paused to give his attention to the leather pieces “Come with me to the trade caravan outside the city. I will give us a breather” he continued.
The walk there was silence. Both kept quiet while Alarik rummaged through his thoughts. There was the odd emotion screaming at him from other horses on the passing. The only emotion that poured off of Bel was static. She had boarded up her mind with a concrete barrier and Alarik didn’t blame her. They quickly passed the towering, intimidating gates out into the farming lands of Valore. They were barren of other horses and It was an odd sight for Rik to see. His heart swelled with grief and sadness. His ears lay flat upon his neck. The future worried him overall. The last few steps to the trading area were long and agonising. They shouldn’t have come here. It felt wrong to carry on, on such a day.
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Post by shadowsgrimm on Jul 16, 2017 8:53:55 GMT -6
Sorrel: commoner: she/her.
The ringing of the mourning bells awoke sorrel from her light sleep, she sighed softly and rolled out of her bed for the moment she looked unkempt and disgruntled. Blinking away the sleep haze from her eyes she went to check on her daughter, sound asleep still, the bells had not awoken her. Sorrel smiled softly and made a quick breakfast for herself and left some for her daughter. For she thought it would be a good idea to go outside of the city gates where the monthly caravan would have been stopped. People like to drink when they mourn, so she would go on behalf of the pearl and the people she would serve in the later days.
Sorrel exhaled and stepped it into the bought afternoon sun, squinting as her eyes adjusted. The bells continued for a short while, her heart ached a little, she did not care for the king, but she did not hate the king, she felt his life was taken from him far too early. For he was just a boy.
She shook these thoughts from her head and headed off, as a single mother she had other things to worry about. The dirt crunched under her hooves as she made her way to the caravan. As she got closer she saw that people where already there. She exhaled and simply waited for her turn to get at the caravan.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Jul 16, 2017 9:13:22 GMT -6
{ Shiya | Eminent
Shebella | the Breaking Spirit }
The first autumn morning had been like any other day.
Shiya had crashed at a friend's place for only a couple of hours to catch up on some sleep and rose long before the dawn even had a chance to rise for a run in the mostly empty streets. A restless soul makes for restless hooves, as Bones would say. But she doesn't; knowing it wasn't her wanderlust keeping her in motion and mostly away from the Sol District recently. Today's run was a lucky yet somewhat mundane one. Only ran into one Chevalier, her own Uncle Sirius. A typical scold, a nip on the shoulder and a casual conversation before parting ways so she could get some freshly baked bread for breakfast at her House's owned bakery. But she saw the look in her Uncle's eyes, that sad pitying look, knowing she wasn't alright. He doesn't say anything either. This was starting to irritate her to no end. Didn't she have the right to grieve without the pity?!
Receiving news of Adhara's death had shattered and left a painful wound on the young mare's heart. Yet she had been trying so hard to not repeat her past mistakes with how she had dealt with the pain of loss. Instead she had locked it away inside her, pretending everything was fine; only ever letting herself openly grieve when she was alone. Shiya knew Addie wouldn't have wanted her to use her as an excuse to fall apart. She just wished they would stop watching and waiting for her to fall off the wagon.
With the bread in her teke hold, Shiya had managed to make back to her friend's place just before the bells knelled over all of Valore and she froze at the first toll. Every one there after causing her entire body to flinch and shake as realisation flooded in. It had only just been over a year since she last heard these bells be rung and she knew it's meaning all too painfully well.
The King was dead.
Amadeus was dead..........
Stalled thoughts dragged on for what felt like a lifetime before they went into overtime, becoming nothing more than a whirlpool of denial and flashbacks of that blood, screams, tears and burning pyres. He couldn't be dead....He couldn't. Not that sweet little idiot. He couldn't. He-
The rest of the morning had become nothing more than a blur. Barely recalling the tears, the hysterics or her friend trying to calm her with sweets words or logic. But they both knew there could be no mistake for why the bells rang. So they instead tried to distract the young mare. They knew the Trader caravan was due, meaning the merchants would have to go see it outside the city. Aware of Shiya's merchant friend, Alarik, they had told her to go with him, get out of town for a bit; and their hope, away from temptation and possibly her Grandmother. Somehow Shiya had found herself doing just that.
While her body knew and lead the way to Alarik's, her mind was being eaten away and caving in on itself; slowly, surely, painfully. Before she knew it she was at his place and unintentionally rapped her shaking hoof sharply against his door. Hastily she made the feeble attempt to pull herself just before he opened the door but who was she kidding. The moment he looked at her, she saw he knew. But then in that moment of silence, she could see he was in no better shape. Barely hearing his words over the ringing of the bells that continued in her thoughts, Shiya gave him a shaky nod. Falling into step beside him and once more letting her body limply follow as her mind tried to wrap and/or deny the fact little Ammy, that naive sweet colt who always tried to sneak in candies, who Bones had treated like a son, who was hopeless at flying........was gone.
Dull and lifeless she followed along, completely unlike herself, she didn't even notice the city changing into the farmlands as they were finally coming upon the Trader caravan.
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Post by dancingorbi on Jul 16, 2017 13:47:30 GMT -6
Natalie| merchant(Aspiring Artisan)
What was suppose to be a quiet morning with her family turned into one of sorrow as the bell's chime filled her curled ears. Surprise had struck her hard for the King had been so young. Sure he was native but he was young still yet a child who needed guidance not this. Natalie would mourn the lose of such a young soul and with worry for what the future may hold for them all in the coming days. However, she would not have the time today. Today, she had to restock which meant she would leave the city gates with the other merchants for the caravan. Natalie lingered in the doorway of her house a little longer then she should have as she pressed her forehead against that of her husband to be's. "I won't be gone too long." She finally said before leaving. She knew she should just stay home with her family to grieve but the supplies was needed if she wanted to be able to keep making her goods. Wings pressed firmly against her sides Natalie hurried to the gate to meet with the other Merchants. She was remained more of how serious the loss of their King was upon seeing the faces of her fellow Merchants. There was nothing she could say today would forever be a painful one for many while some seemed happy? She didn't linger on that only on her task ahead.
Traveling silently with the rest she was happy when she saw the caravan come into view. Lifting her wings slightly she fixed up her feathers a little before resting them once more on her sides. Her eyes wondered over the goodies being sold looking for the things she needed to restock on as well has pick a few new things. Natalie made small talk with the sellers as she payed for her things placing them in her bags for safe keeping.
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Post by Gaybies on Jul 16, 2017 18:35:44 GMT -6
A S I M⚔Aodh Servile Slave⚔ Yield to Temptation, He May Not Pass Your Way Again. The chimes ringing out across the city had been more than enough to wake the young slave, but he would not stir from his place in the quiet room until his mistress came to wake him. He would shift and push himself up from the comfortable bedding as she bid him to grab something to eat before they set out on their way. Internally, he grumbled, he was not a slave meant for heavy work; he was specifically trained to assist his mistress with the... finer things, but she seemed blissfully unaware despite his best efforts. The golden chimera strolled casually out the door, snatching up an apple as he fell in tow behind his mistress. His ears would flick as others would join them on their walk towards the gates, but he would not acknowledge them further, mostly lost in his own thoughts about the future.
The young king was dead. What a waste of life. What a waste of time. He wasn’t particularly heartbroken for the king’s loss, but did worry for the future of his mistress and her family, for the horses of Aodh. It was too bad that a life had been cut so short, but it seemed bound to happen. He shrugged idly to himself, noting the sadness that was apparent on Evalynn’s face. As they closed in on the traders, the slave would gently press his nose to her shoulder, a small sign of compassion that came rarely from the flamboyant beastie.
Asim would wait patiently for further instructions as Evalynn conversed with the traders for the goods that they would need. She seemed distant, distracted, and he didn’t blame her. Still, he was sure to keep careful watch lest one of the merchants think to take advantage of her distraction.
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Post by kajejackson on Jul 16, 2017 21:25:23 GMT -6
453 words 1st post
Always do right. This will gratify some people, and astonish the rest. ► Einar woke late that morning, roused by the chill draft into his small apartment and the mournful tolls that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "What the hell is that about?" The fjord asked himself as he rolled out of bed, mind still foggy and slow. "Last time they did that...oh no." A feeling of dread swept over the stallion at the realization, leaving his skin goose-bumped and numb.
It seemed like they had only just crowned the boy king, and now it was time to bury him?! Einar staggered to his window, not believing his ears alone he looked down for proof of that morning's events. And, sure enough, the streets were full of mournful faces. Some wailing out in despair, some shaking their heads sullenly, and others clumped together whispering the news like buzzing bees.
Stomach too knotted to even think about breakfast, the stallion quickly threw on his prized collar and carefully counted his coin purse before heading out of the door to join the crowd below.
While his heart ached for the royal family, and he intended full well to pay his respects to the young king, Einar had all ready made business arrangements that afternoon that he could not postpone. He had been waiting a month for that delivery, and even Kaia's death couldn't stop him.
"Huh," He mused aloud, weaving through the throngs of equine and towards the city gates, "That's the first time I've said Kaia before Ignacio. First time I've thought about either of them since.. since my blessing." Einar smiled at this, thinking back to the night that seemed so long ago yet so very near, like a vivid dream that you never fully forget. He recalled the booming voice of the goddess, how skeptical she was at first to receive the prayers of an Adohian, but how she warmed at the realization that war forged blood ran through him. He had still only begun to grasp her gift, beast summoning, but it felt as if the world grew larger that day, his eyes open to so many new possibilities.
These thoughts rolled around in the dun's mind, pushing back the sorrow of that morning, even if they couldn't block out the sound of the bells still following him this far from the cities gates. He knew it was selfish to think happily on oneself on a day like this, but it seemed a far better choice than dwelling on the pain until either he broke down in tears or solidified the morbid jokes that had drifted in and out of his head since dawn.
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Post by inke-ri on Jul 17, 2017 23:06:12 GMT -6
Airita || Merchant || 370 Words
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Her head was pounding.
Strange, Airita didn't remember drinking last night. The mare groaned, turning in her bed, stuck in that weird limbo, half-asleep and half-awake.
Slowly, though, it became clear that the noise was not coming from within, but from the city beyond. Blinking her tiredness away, Airita raised her head, ears flicking, trying to pinpoint the sound and why did it feel so familiar... Why did it bring her so much dread.
Then, her brain finally caught up to it.
Oh, no.
Not again, not the child-King...
Quickly rolling off bed and fixing her mane, Airita trotted towards the kitchen, where she found a somber-looking Asalah already there. The two sisters shared a look, and the mare held back a sigh. Ever since the Kirins begun to walk again on Hireath, everything felt strangely like a dream to Airita. Like it wasn't real.
Hoofsteps tore her away from her thoughts, and she took note of Evalynn, who had finally joined them. Airita thought back to Cyrene, to her unborn nephew or niece, and shuddered. She blinked a little, though, when she heard her older sister call for Asim. What was she-- oh.
The goods. With Valore grieving, they would miss out on the traders. Airita couldn't allow it. And... Besides, she could feel her sister's distress, even though she did not talk to them. So, she quietly called to Evalynn, letting her know she would come too.
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Ev seemed to be taking upon herself to appear strong to everyone she saw on the streets. However, Airita knew both her sisters better than she knew herself. She could sense the grief emanating from the mare in waves. Hoping to make it easier for her, Airita copied Evalynn's strong pace, but as they entered the rural area, she allowed her flank to brush her sister's, both giving and drawing strength from the contact.
It didn't take long, after that, to come upon the traders. With one quick glance at Ev, Airita went off a separate path to barter and trade her part of the wares, it would be over sooner if they split up. She nodded to a few of the horses she recognized, mumbling a silent hello to Liri.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 19, 2017 2:06:37 GMT -6
 Many voices chattered in a mostly subdued manner all around Evalynn. Her eyes wandered around the motley group of Artisans and Merchants, each taking stock of the new goods to be had, and bartering for the best pieces. Her pierced ear flicked back to the trader she was currently engaged with, and she looked back at him, apologizing quietly. As the trader began speaking to her again, she felt a velvet muzzle pressing into her shoulder, and she looked back, seeing Asim offering her comfort. A hard lump rose in her throat and she whispered a soft grateful 'thank you' to him. She bent her head back and pressed her own muzzle against his cheek before turning back to the Trader, accepting the deal he offered.
As she waited for the Trader to gather the goods from his cart, Evalynn winced as her child gave a surprisingly hard kick to her stomach. No doubt she was due soon, she'd have to go see Edith and speak to her in a few days, but that was something to worry about tomorrow, after all, she was barely holding herself together as it was now. The pregnant mare just kept replaying the last couple visits she'd had with Amadeus, and trying to reconcile the fact that she'd never see the innocent boy again. A soft sigh slid out of her and she wanted nothing more than to just go back home after this and crack open her strongest alcohol. Her thoughts raced to Lilith, and her heart dropped. Lilith must be devastated. Amadeus was her nephew, and honestly, had been like her own child. A new wave of grief threatened to overtake the mare, as her chest constricted as her heart broke for her lover and friend.
It seemed however, that her grief and heartache were to be shoved to the wayside that day, for between the few seconds of her falling into her own thoughts, an earsplitting roar shattered the quiet, and causing Evalynn to rear up in fright, a shrill whinny lost under the sheer volume of the roar. Twisting around to face the city, horror overtook the mare as a larger than life body rose into the sky from the city center. The blacksmith's eyes widened as the blood red body of the dragon rose ever higher, spiraling like a corkscrew. It was the mother, she would remember that body, even from beyond the city limits. The dragon rose so high, it's body and massive wings overtook the sun, blotting out the light in it's fury.
Suddenly, the dragon swooped, it's body arcing as it dove back down, disappearing from Evalynn's sight for only a moment before the raging dragon crested the wall of the city, heading straight for the farmlands. Jets of flame spilled out of the dragon's maw, igniting the world around her, crops and several houses suddenly engulfed in flame. Evalynn's watched the destruction, frozen for half a second, with only one thought: I was right, we never should've taken her eggs.
Shrills screams warbled on the wind between the dragon's roar, and Evalynn realized the giant blazes that used to be farm houses still had their residents in them. They needed help! The dragon swooped and arced through the air, setting the farmlands ever more into a fiery wasteland, making her way closer to where the caravan was. Many of the Traders were packing up their wares and trying to flee, and chaos seemed to take hold. Closer still, one of the houses no more than a quarter of an acre away suddenly burst into flame as the dragon turned her blasts on it, and a new wave of shrill panicked screams split the air.
Turning to the group of Aodhian's standing frozen in as much shock as she had initially been, she squared her shoulders and yelled out "There are horses inside those houses! We need to get them out!" Ignoring her freshly purchased wares, Evalynn looked at her fellow herdmates to join her. Post #2 | Word Count: 669  |
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Post by Gaybies on Jul 19, 2017 11:34:02 GMT -6
A S I M⚔Aodh Servile Slave⚔ Yield to Temptation, He May Not Pass Your Way Again. Traders and goods... Traders and more goods... The golden chimera stood idly by his mistress and perused the assorted wares quietly as the sound of other voices crowded his ears. He felt bad that she was so upset, he wanted her to feel better, but there wasn’t much he could do, things like this just took time. Still, he was sure she would be back to her usual self in no time at all. It didn’t seem like Ev, in the brief time he’d known her, to be especially somber for long.
It was then that the sound burst forth across the land, earsplitting, and certainly cause for concern. Asim leapt forward in a burst as Evalynn reared, nearly tripping over a stack of goods as his first thought was to get the fuck out of there. He slowed, struggling to control the racing of his heart and forced himself to return to the blacksmith’s side. He felt ashamed of himself for bolting as he had, what was he? An animal? No... no... he was fine. Until the creature rose up into the sky, it’s massive wings blotting out the light of day. Asim stared in terror at the massive creature and froze in place as it split across the sky and coated the farmlands in a sea of flame.
The sound of screams finally reached him through his fear and the clamor of the merchants as they tried to pack up their wares and he turned his gaze shortly after Ev had to the flaming cottages. Evalynn’s words range true, they did need to help, who else would? The chevaliers who would arrive much too late to help those engulfed by what might just be their flaming tombs? Yeah, no.
Without a thought, the reckless stallion turned on heal and began to barrel his way towards the nearest of the burning buildings, hopeful that someone else would heed Evalynn’s call to aid. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the horses make a beeline back towards the city. A terrible feeling rose in his gut, what were they going to do?
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jul 19, 2017 12:20:48 GMT -6
Kai | Merchant (Aspiring Artisan) | They/Them
Just as Kai had rounded off their purchases with the traders, and was about to meander over to some of the other merchants, they froze in their tracks. A deafening roar carried through the air like thunder and struck immediate terror in their heart. When they set eyes on the source, they jolted and scrambled back till their cart bumped roughly against one of the caravans. There, just above their beloved city, the giant and menacing form of a dragon rose from its midst and cast an ominous shadow over the land. Kai had never come across a dragon before, spare a few glances at the king's pygmy variety from a distance, and until this very moment had well believed them extinct. Seeing the thing maneuver menacingly through the sky caused them to feel awestruck and petrified in equal measure. They could hardly believe what they were witnessing as they blinked and looked around in bewilderment at their company. Clearly, by the others' reactions, this was not some personal hallucination but a terrifying reality.
Time seemed to slow as they watched on to see the dragon suddenly open its large jaws and breathe a tidal wave of fire over the farmlands, setting the horizon ablaze with blinding light. As it reached the houses, Kai felt themself instantly snap back into attention as the world sped up into a whirlwind of chaos. Panic and dread overtook every fiber of their being, when the artisan Evalynn's words bursted into their mind. Horses were trapped in the ocean of flames before them and they had to do something, anything to get them out. As quickly as they could, the chimera tore loose the straps that kept the wagon tied to them and ripped themself away in a frantic sprint. As they darted with the others towards the houses, they noticed one of the merchants galloping past them and towards the city. "Stop!! It's not safe!!" they yelled after them, eyes widening as the form disappeared in the distance, it was to no avail.
Reaching one of the houses, Kai could hear high pitched cries of sheer desperation. Attempting to step closer, a burst of smoke and flames spewed out of the doorway as a support beam dropped and blocked it. They scrambled back, coughing wildly before opening their eyes to search for an option. Skidding to a halt at the side of the house, they spotted a window and felt their heart sink to the pit of their stomach when they saw two children with their mother frantically trying to shield them. "There's kids in here!! Quick!!" they yelled out to anyone close by for aid, realizing that they wouldn't be able to help all three of them alone with so little time. Taking a step back, they turned and barrel kicked the window with their hind legs.
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jul 19, 2017 13:04:14 GMT -6
No sooner had she gotten into the groove of bartering with these tight pursed ninnys, the whole world shook. Liri turned, thinking it was just an earthquake, but she was wrong. Dead wrong. It was soooo much worse than just a little 'ol earthquake. It was a damn dragon, rising from the city like a bright red burning flame.
"You have GOT to be fucking KIDDING ME!?! First the Crucible, then Pirates, now a FUCKING DRAGON?!?! I quit, this shit is getting old!" She screamed at the dragon, but it was lost to the roar of flame it bust from it's mouth, lighting the surrounding farmlands on fire, and more importantly, the houses of the farmers. No nonononoNONONO NOT AGAIN!
She was petrified in fear. Memories came running back to her, burning their way through her mind just like that day her family burned. Being with Val had kept the nightmares at bay, waking up every other night with the screams echoing in her ears. The Crucible attack joined them soon enough, but they didn't last as long as her tragedy. She could not see this happen again, not to another family, not to another person, loosing everything.
Liri smashed her fear to the ground, forcing it to bend to her will as she bolted to the closet house. She was just behind another equine, a slave by the looks of it. Another was running towards the city in a full gallop, while yet another ran to a different house.
She passed Einar and Alrik on her way out of the caravan, hoping they could help the one equine who went off by themselves. "What are you standing around for you statues? Get a move on it! We have to get these people out of the houses first! One of you go help that other person, one of you come with me!"
For all intents and purposes, Liri hoped her words could be heard over the roaring flames and the beat of the dragons wings as it flew overhead. She just hoped she could keep as many people as she could from dying such a horrible death.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jul 19, 2017 16:49:17 GMT -6
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Alarik | Book MerchantPost 2
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Alarik began to feel cold, actually he was noticeably shivering and he couldn’t stop. He tried to step forward but instead a shaken hoof stuttered to the ground. The stallion looked towards Bell. Not sure exactly what to do. Alarik felt sorrow wash over him, He couldn’t help but notice how hard it was hitting Bell and he all he wanted to do was comfort her. He nudged her by her withers, seeing if he could get her attention. “Hey, eh. Perhaps coming here was a mistake” He blurted out. “I don’t...” He paused “I don’t feel right being here” He let out a shaken sigh. Alarik lowered his head and pinned his ears. “Is there some place you wanna go?”
He let her think for a moment, Though his thoughts were quickly enveloped by a crippling howling screech. Alariks head darted towards the noise, spinning around and watched a the blood red demon flew over head, spitting its flames on the structures and civilians below. Alarik stood in disbelief, mouth agape. His sides began to heave. Almost choking on his own tongue.
He took a few steps back, his eyes following the Dragon as it barreled through the air. “Two things in one day” He hissed to himself “Can we go one year without something blowing up” This time saying it aloud. The stallion spun to dart back to the city though stopped himself as the dragon disappeared and reappeared in front of him, passing the city limits and continued destroying the farmlands. The area was surrounded with screams and yelling . Valorians fled in every direction and Alarik struggled to make up his mind. His heart leapt into his throat. Chaos washed over everything and Alarik could feel his body drain of colour.
He quickly heard another equine bark orders behind him, throwing his attention to the farmhouse “There are horses inside those houses! We need to get them out!" Alarik was useless for the most part. He had no useful blessing or talent for this situation, nor was he strong or super fast. What use would he be. Bell lept from his side, following the orders given by an Artisan and he couldn’t help but do the same. The stallion darted into a gallop, following to assist his friends.
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Post by kajejackson on Jul 19, 2017 23:03:13 GMT -6
308 words 2nd post
Always do right. This will gratify some people, and astonish the rest. ► Einar wandered the carts, pausing by one laden with weapons and armor of all sorts. While he'd never had much use for the stuff, the small colt in him giggled mischievously as he picked up a mace with his telekinesis. Shifting its weight back and forth before giving it a short swing. "Huh, might ought to get one of these for myself." He smirked.
As he placed the weapon down and started to inquire about it's cost, the whole world was split in two by an otherworldly cry. Whipping his head around towards the cause of the commotion, Einar caught sight of the giant red reptile flying towards them.
The fjord let out a nervous wheeze that resembled laughter as he watched to form approach, spitting out fire and leaving destruction like footprints behind it. "Really?! I thought people moved to the countryside to get away from the chaos!" He laughed to himself, panicking so that the laughter was the only thing keeping him sane. "I mean really, should I just mark every three months on my calendar as shit's going down?!"
Einar breathlessly laughed, standing still as his eyes and head flew around in an effort to fully take in the chaos. As he stood fumbling for sense and reason in the madness, a voice stood out from the cries. "What are you standing around for you statues? Get a move on it! We have to get these people out of the houses first!" His friend called, pulling him out of his own mind and back to what remained of reality.
The smell of char and smoke was already filling the air, if they didn't move soon there'd be no one left to save. With a snort and a shake of his head, Einar lunged forward, following his spotted friend with ears back and game face on. |
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Post by dancingorbi on Jul 20, 2017 10:13:13 GMT -6
Natalie | Merchant(aspiring Artisan)
A chill ran down her spine as the roar filled Natalie's ears, turning around her pale colored eyes widened in horror at the site of a fully grown dragon. It wasn't a pygmy like she had seen before in the city this one was massive. Never in her life did she think she would see something this destructive in her life. She had been frozen in place as she watched the flames engulf the farmlands that was until her the screams echoed in her ears. They were still in their homes! Her former chevalier training kicking in, Natalie pulled her wings in close to keep them form catching the flames or making them worse. She only faintly heard the shout of the blacksmith as she rushed for the fiery homes. There was one time to hesitant anymore they didn't act the ones trapped inside would parish. "There's kids in here!!" Those stopped her dead in her tracks Natalie turned to her fellow merchant Kai. Hurrying to the their side Natalie looked inside the window to see the mother and her children. As the window was shattered Natalie firmly planted her hooves in the dirt focusing on her blessing magic she formed a wall of earth inside the house between the family and some of the flames to shield them some. It wasn't perfect but it would hold the moment. "Hurry, this way!" She called to the family. Not wanting to move in fear the wall she had created would crumble if she stopped forcing on it.
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Post by inke-ri on Jul 23, 2017 22:39:42 GMT -6
Airita || Merchant || 228 Words || Post: 2
Airita moved from Trader to Trader, bartering, selling her sister's work, buying whatever they needed, rinse and repeat. The movements were automatic, and Rita was being somewhat careless with her money. Honestly, she just wanted the day to be over, but of course, of course it had to be just the beginning.
At first, Airita's mind didn't exactly comprehend what was going on. A massive shape in the sky, a rumble and a roar. The creature swooping down and setting a line of houses on fire was definitely a great wake-up call, though.
"Evalynn!"
The word was out of Airita's mouth before she could even think, and she turned her back on the trader, galloping after Ev's form towards the houses. She remembered the mare's story, of how she and Moonrise had found and taken dragon eggs, heard Ev rant about how stupid that had been. It seemed that the dragon was out for her eggs back or revenge... And wasn't willing to stop.
She was halfway to Evalynn when her sister shouted for all to hear. Airita skidded, her head whipping towards the screams coming from the houses. Oh, no, no more deaths today, please... Wait, was that Asim?
"Asim, wait!" She yelled, taking off after the stallion. The idiot would get himself killed, going into the fire like that! Who did he think he was, Evalynn?
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Jul 24, 2017 7:48:43 GMT -6
{ Shiya | Eminent
Shebella | Oh hell no }
The world around her was nothing but a dull and muffled blur to her. Everything inside was quite the opposite. Her heart, already silently bleeding out was being ripped anew again and again as her mind tormented her with the imagined image of Amadeus; cold and lifeless and sometimes bloodied with eyes wide in fear and pain. Her thoughts were nothing but a loud seething pit of snakes; each snake a thought as it wildly slithered around inside.
What was going to happen to the herd? I'LL KILL THEM, BUTCHER THE BASTARDS THEN THEY CAN BURN ETERNALLY IN PURGATORY!!!!! Oh Gods, I'll have to tell Bones, along with news of Adhara's death.... THAT WORTHLESS DOUBLE BODYGUARD! WHY DIDN'T HE PROTECT HIM?!?!?!?! Who was going to be King now? Better not be those pricks Ammy calls....called Advisers....... or Lilith. Why - why did Addie have to be gone too? CURSE YOU GODS!! HE WAS INNOCENT!! HE DIDN'T WANT THIS LIFE!! He...He was family. To me, to Bones, Ammy was family to us and he too was gone...Little Merrill, poor little Merrill she's all that's left......
As she numbly followed Alarik, only the subtle shakes here and there along her body gave any signs of her inner torment gnawing away inside her. She was always a little too good at this, putting on a mask to hide herself. That is until a touch to her withers warped her twisting mind back to reality.
Recoiling away from the contact, Shiya snapped her drooping head up, her gaze finally focusing on something: Alarik. While most of her shakes vibrated within her, Shiya could actually see his own ratting his flesh and bones. The death of the young King was hitting him hard and he didn't even know Ammy like she did. It was never easy having a heart in this cruel world.
She kept silent as he voiced his inner thoughts, though at his question she drew a sharp breath. Oh gods of course there was somewhere else she want to go: away from here. Away from this damn city, this death filled cesspool, the Court, her Grandmother and Valdimar. Just run far away and never come back. But it was just like her wishing for wings when she was a foal, it was an impossible dream. "...nah c'mon Alarik. Ray's not gonna be happy if you-"
Before she could even speak another word the world almost vibrated from an ear piercing thunderous roar.....from within the city.
Squealing in fright and a panicked buck around as she was startled, it was a wonder she didn't bolt for the hills. What the hell was that? Turning around to face the city, her answer rose into the sky on huge leathery wings. Even as she stared at it's red colossal body, she could not believe it as she witnessed a fantasy come into reality. A wyvern, a true wyvern rising up and blotting out the sun with its gigantic wings. It was one of the most beautiful creatures she ever saw; and all that she imagined as a little filly pretending to have a wyvern by her side, mostly tearing the Sea Hag to bits and wrapping around her to keep her warm. But this was a very real wyvern and if she was going to be honest....it didn't sound happy.
And so she watched with growing anticipation as it swooped down out of sight and then flinched away with horror as it came into view with it's mouth full of fire. The world around her became nothing but screams and fire.
“The world is never known to be kind,” Shiya muttered in answer to Alarik’s words, remaining close to his side as she bared witness to chaos around them. Yet through the screams, thunderous hooves and wings and bellowing fires, she too heard a shout over it all. "There are horses inside those houses! We need to get them out!"
Way back when the Crucible fell and a fierce fire exploded, Shiya’s instincts were to get everyone she could reach to their hooves and flee. In Nariah, she aided in the recapture of the terrified pygmy dragons. Both of those times she painfully remembered she had been with Amadeus, protecting him in whatever way she could. Even using her ‘curse’ if she had to gaining strength and control over the air. But it was Eminent Shiya of House Gealach who was ‘cursed’, not Shebella. Not once had she ever used her blessing as Shebella and the thought of doing so set off so many alarm bells in her mind.
If she didn’t do anything now though, could she deal with more blood and death? The answer was simple: she couldn’t.
So she leapt in action, sprinting toward another burning down house, equines inside screaming for help. Her entire being grew shaky at the every idea of her plan. It was risky. If she wasn’t powerful enough, she could essentially fan the flames.If she was though, it would be like blowing out a candle. She was thankfully for the dragon’s wings at least; stirring the air and casting powerful gusts. As she gathered and strengthened her ‘curse’, she prayed.
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jul 27, 2017 15:33:19 GMT -6
Kai | Merchant (Aspiring Artisan) | They/Them
Though blood now trickled down their right hind leg, they couldn't focus on anything but the family or even feel it. They could feel adrenaline course through their body wildly and anxiety begin to trickle into their core, threatening to take over. Slowly, they focused on their breathing and closed their eyes. It was hardly a an efficient coping method, nor did it really prevent anything, but it helped some. Before they had even drawn in their second deep breath, a helping hoof dashed to their side. Boy, were they thankful. As brave as Kai had believed themself to be a second ago, they had felt slightly overwhelmed just as quickly. "Natalie! Oh thank Ignacio" they let out a tense sigh of relief. Kai had a knack for stringing together names, faces, and familiar connections quite easily. Even individuals they had only heard about in passing or spoke to briefly once, they seemed to always remember. It came across as a little strange to some, but leaving a good impression was the furthest thing from their mind in that moment.
The little mare seemed to concentrate intensely then, immediately stepping into action to create a form of barricade between the small family and the flames. Following suit, Kai quickly realized the window would probably be too high for the frightened children to jump out of, and moved to crouch under it. "Come, I promise you'll be ok!" they called out in a hasty tone, which made the mother usher the two colts as fast as possible towards the open window. The first, hopped boldly onto the chimera's back before reaching the ground and spinning round to look up in anticipation at the rest. The younger colt seemed much weaker and frightened, hesitating for much longer than was safe. "Quickly Dayton, you can do it" the mare tried to encourage him as gently as possible but the panic was clear in her voice. Another crash was heard from within the house and with a start, the mother gave the boy a strong nudge. He seemed to reach the first step just fine before tumbling in a harsh roll off of Kai's back. "A-are you ok?" the violent coughing coming from the tiny form made distress twist inside their stomach, even as the brother helped him up.
"Ma'am! Just-" another loud crash rocked the house, and before their very eyes the ceiling collapsed. In the matter of a second, she was swallowed by support beams, rubble, furniture and fire. "No!" Kai cried out in instant horror and desperation, eyes darting around for the quickest possible way to get her out, wishing and praying that somehow Natalie's wall of earth had simply caused her to become encased. "No no nonono! We have to do something! We have to save her!!" they quickly looked at the the pegasus mare beside him, seeing her struggle to maintain stability over her gift.
"Can you hold it? She might still be-"
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 28, 2017 22:18:01 GMT -6
No sooner than she spoke, all of the merchants and artisans sprung into action. One of the merchants raced back to the city, with a stricken look that had Evalynn hoping whatever she was sprinting after was okay. Asim, who had been right beside her, tore off to the nearest house, where the loudest screams were coming from. Coiling her hind legs, the Blacksmith followed behind the chimeric stallion, and her ears flicked back as she heard her sister screaming at Asim nearly beside her. Looking over, she saw Airita in sync with her own hoof beats, than looked forward her eyes taking in the sight before her. The house was recently lit on fire, however the blaze seemed greedy, and was quickly overtaking the house. Flames licked up the walls, the blast radius of the dragons' flame was incredible, and terrifying to behold. The grass around the house was quickly igniting as well, cutting off them off from the house.
Before Asim or Airita could get any dumb ideas about going into the flames, as she herself was already planning, Evalynn gathered her blessing and blasted her own fire in a path towards the front door. With her own flames overtaking the dragon's, she focused on quickly splitting a path wide enough to move through before letting the flames dissipate. "Okay Asim, you stay out here with Airita! I won't let you get injured under my watch. I'm going in, when they come out, make sure they're okay! I'll be out soon."
Before either of them could argue with her, or even ask how she was going to get into the burning house, she spun and headed for the house. Waiting until she was right in front of the burning house, Evalynn closed her eyes, willing her flames to reignite, and set her own body aflame. Effectively ensconced within her armor-like flames, she disappeared into the bowels of the house, making her way to where the screams were sounding. In what she assumed was the dining room, a mare with two young foals under her legs was desperately trying to keep the flames at bay with little effect. Noticing there was a pool of water around the three bodies, Evalynn realized the mother had been trying to put out the flames that were consuming the house, to no avail. "I'm going to get you out! Is there anyone else in the house?" The mare shook her head, her eyes dancing from the flames that were steadily working closer to the small family, and her children, to the no doubt, terrifying looking flaming Blacksmith.
Feeling the effort of using her blessing so heavily, Evalynn blasted another shot of fire from her mouth as she let the flames surrounding her dissipate, manipulating the flames to effectively open up into a tunnel-like formation to allow safe passage for the family. They needed to get out quickly, not only to get out of the fire, but from the smoke that was quickly filling the parts of the house that wasn't a burning inferno. "Go! There are horses out there to help you!" Not needing to be told twice, the mother ushered the foals to the hooves, and began to guide the smaller foal through the tunnel, the older following behind her.
The eldest of the foals, it seemed, had inhaled too much smoke, and collapsed just behind the mother, the crackling of the flames muting his fall from his mother. Evalynn moved towards the colt, and used her telekinesis to lift the child onto her back. Following the path she had forged, she saw the mother escape through the front door with the younger kid. A sharp crack split the air as one of the beams overhead began to give under the greedy flames. Panic rose like bile in her throat. She needed to get the colt out, and she needed to protect her own unborn child. Evalynn quickened her pace, keeping her eyes on the ceiling above her, praying they would hold long enough for them to get out. The sound of terrified screaming could now be heard, and she assumed it was the mother, crying out for her son. Hopefully Asim and Airita were able to hold the mare back from trying to plunge back into the house. With the exit in sight, Evalynn carefully trotted out, releasing her hold on the flames right as another deafening crack sounded, the house caving in on itself under the power of the flames.
Moving away from the blaze, Evalynn lifted the colt off of her back, who was now wheezing as he gulped in fresh air. The pregnant mare felt exhausted, having pushed herself harder than she had in awhile. No doubt Airita would lose her shit on her later, but she was safe, and so was the family. In her mind, that was worth it.
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Post by dancingorbi on Jul 30, 2017 12:23:32 GMT -6
Natalie | Merchant(aspiring Artisan)Holding the wall steady her pale eyes watched Kai help the foals out of the building but they were taking a little too much time. She began to worry about if her wall would hold the flames off as the last foal came stumbling out her heart lurched at the sound of his violent coughing. He much had inhaled too much of the smoke she knew was filling the house. Under her hooves she felt the structure of the house begin to crumble. As the ceiling collapsed right before their eyes Natalie dug her hooves farther into the earth making the wall expand farther that it helped protected the mother from the blunt of the falling ceiling. However, Natalie was starting to feel the effort to was taking her to use her gift to most in one sitting. "I have it for now. but I don't know how much longer I can hold the ceiling from collapsing farther." She told them her voice was strained as she met the eyes of theirs. She could already hear the violent coughs starting again from the foal near her. Flames only seemed to grow worse with each second passing increasing the weight that bared down on her wall made of earth. "You have to hurry!" Natalie told them.Word count: 215
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jul 31, 2017 11:23:25 GMT -6
Despite being fast, Liri wasn't quite fast enough. A few others with a little longer legs than she ended up helping the first house she was going towards. They managed to get out two young foals, and were in the process of getting out another horse, most likely a parent.
I wasn't fast enough now, just like back then, she thought starting to hyperventilate. No. NO! I can't shut down now! There are others that need help. She galloped off to another house, this one not quite burning, but it was smoking something terrible. Glancing at the sky, the dragon nowhere to be seen, she just hoped it hadn't decided to burn some more houses down. There were enough as it was.
No one was screaming inside, but she did hear someone coughing. The windows were covered with soot but she could see a flicker of a white coat inside. The door was flimsy, but still quite a challenge to break down, even for her legs. Splinters covered her front legs, small spots of blood sprouting between her brown and white spots.
"Hey! Whoever's in there, come towards the sound of my voice!" Liri said, taking a few steps into the house. Smoke was billowing out, and it took all but a few seconds before an older horse came barreling out, almost running her over. It was an older stallion, wheezing because of the smoke. He looked fine despite the breathing, his white coat stained grey and black from the smoke.
"Okay, okay, stay here, catch your breath. Stay away from things that can burn, alright?" Liri didn't know if he heard her before looking around for her friends. Everyone else was running from house to house, saving as many people as they could. Others however, just stood in shock.
What could we really do against a rampaging dragon? None here had blessings that could be any use, flames did basically nothing against the bulk of scales and teeth. I mean, who really knows how to kill a dragon anymore? she wondered, pinning her ears back. Let's just hope the damn thing doesn't come back for more.
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Post by Gaybies on Jul 31, 2017 12:19:33 GMT -6
A S I M
Aodh Servile Slave
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The pounding of hooves, the screams of innocents as they were immolated as payment for the dragon’s lost eggs, the thrumming of blood as it rushed through his ears... the sounds alone were enough to make a horse question their very existence, to question why the gods would allow such an atrocity to happen... but then... the gods didn’t play in the affairs of mortals anymore. Asim’s legs carried his as fast as they could, the muscles straining with each step to propel him towards the burning houses. He heard the calls of Airita, Evalynn’s dear sister, heard the voices of the other merchants as they, too, surged off in a rush towards the houses... well most of them. The odds were in their favor, it seemed, many able-bodied horses bolting towards the assorted buildings, pulling this horse and that horse from the fiery tombs just in time. Still, he wouldn’t wait, for once disobeying what could’ve been considered an order. Waiting would mean more bodies... or more charred remains. They couldn’t wait. He wouldn’t.
He knew full well that he was no match for the dragon’s flames, but there had to be a way in, a way to get those who screamed for help to safety. Ears would flick as Airita and Evalynn’s hoofbeats resounded on either side, they all had the same goal. The chimera would slide to a stop just before the house, the heat from the building forcing him to stop. His eyes would scan the walls, the windows, looking for any way in. It was then that his mistress’ own flames pushed through those laid by the dragon.
“Mistr—Evalynn, you can’t-“ He started even as she ordered him to stay outside with her sister and disappeared through the doorway. Moments later, a mother and her young foal would appear in the cleared doorway. He went to them, carefully guiding the two away from the building and to what he could only presume to be the safety place for them to wait. With the dragon still casting fire overhead, it was hard to tell what was safe.
The mother turned, realizing quickly that one of her foals was missing, screamed and surged back towards the house. Asim did his best to stay her, using his body as a blockade to keep her from running back into the home. Still, keeping a panicked mother at bay wasn’t easy. He was relieved, to say the least, when Evalynn at last reappeared just before the house collapsed in on itself, the missing foal safely in her grasp. The stallion waited until the two were safely away from the burning rubble before he moved to allow the mother to see her son again.
Asim would turn towards Evalynn then, moving to press his nose to her side in that brief moment of pause before they no doubt rushed off for another house. He knew she was tired, how could she not be? What she’d done could’ve been considered foolish by some, brave, of course, but certainly foolish. He wanted to make sure she was okay, after all, she had been good to him and he didn’t really... want to go back to the markets if she died...
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Post by inke-ri on Aug 1, 2017 17:58:20 GMT -6
Airita || Post 3 || 465 Words
Airita had learned early in life to never, ever not account for Evalynn. It would do her good to not forget this again. She had barely reached Asim when her sister screamed to them.
Won't let them get hurt? Wait, wasn't *Evalynn* the heavily pregnant one that really shouldn't be doing any crazy things like RUNNING TOWARDS A FLAMING HOUSE out of the three of the-
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" She yelled, frozen in shock as she watched the larger mare set herself on fire and clear a path to the inside of the house. "EVALYNN, DON'T!" It was futile, of course. Another thing Airita had learned as a filly was that once Ev had set her mind to something, few things would get her to give up on it. Airita preferred to call it "stubborn as a.." ...word that would make Asalah wash her mouth with soap, probably.
The chocolate mare could do nothing more than to pace nervously beside Asim as she watched the flames engulf the house, not willing to risk compromising the now fragile structure even more. "She's... She's going to be fine." She muttered, not sure if to herself or to the unicorn by her side. "Ev always had a knack for doing crazy stupid things and getting away with it unscathed, she'll be okay..."
A CRACK drew her eyes back to the house. A mare and a young foal had made their way out, but there was no sign of Evalynn. The female soon realized she had missed someone - a foal, by the sound of it. She tried to go back inside immediately, but Asim was quick to keep that from happening. The little foal, bless them, tried to do the same, calling for their older sibling with an increasingly desperate squeal. Airita used her telekinesis to keep the child in place before helping Asim in controlling the mother, her size and bulk aiding the slave in blocking her path.
The house then let out its strongest squeal yet, and Airita watched with terrified eyes as the whole structure came down. For a second her heart seemed to stop, her mind chanting no, no, no, she couldn't be gone, when she realized her sister had made it out alive and well, the second foal on her back.
No sooner had mother and children been reunited, Asim rushed to greet Evalynn. Airita would have let him have his moment, but fear pushed her forward and she bumped the stallion out of the way. Her body was shaking as she hugged her sister fiercely.
"Don't you-- ever-- again-- to me-- ASSHOLE." She choked out, pulling back to stare at Ev and proceeding to hold her again, softer this time. "What would I do if I had lost you today, you idiot?"
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 3, 2017 13:58:32 GMT -6
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Alarik | Book MerchantPost 3
Word Count: 621
Alarik leapt alongside Bell. Trying his best to match his pace with hers. She headed to the furthest back house. Flames and smoke seemed to lick every edge of the farm house and Alarik could hear crying inside. The chestnut looked around. Quickly running for a blanket that had been hung up to dry by one of the farmers and raced back to a barrel full of water. The stallion soaked the blanket completely. “To Ignacio with it” He hissed, lunging forward to the large solid oak door. Dropping the soaked red blanket down onto the wooden porch below his feet and took off his saddle bags. Alarik began ramming the door with his shoulder once or twice before it began to crumble and groan at the hinges. The stallion spun around and began full force kicking at it, hoping to break it in. With a few good heavy kicks to the door, it began splintering, shattering from its heavy iron hinges as they twisted from the weight and heat. The door collapsed in. Alarik quickly stood at the opening and without a second thought he cloaked himself in the soaking wet blanket and leapt into the burning farm house.
Once inside he began listening out for the horse he heard screaming from the outside. The flames licking at his legs and threatening to grab at him “HEY!” The stallion called. “HEY, Is there anyone in here!” Alarik raised his voice. The stallion bringing the blanket over his muzzle. Attempting to stop the smoke from infiltrating his lungs. He heard sobbing coming from upstairs. Alarik took a few step forward, the building groaned and clicked. “Hello?” There was a snapping sound followed by another. The support beam above Alariks head collapsed tumbling to the ground. The stallion leapt back, the beam landing no more than a few inches away from him. Alariks breathing heavied. The air thin and full of smoke. He jumped over the beam and began trotting up the stairs. Calling out again but still no answer, only crying. He followed the sound.
The stallion reached the top of the stairs. The smoke even thicker. Wrapping itself around the stallion's neck causing him to cough. He reached the first room, where the sobbing could be heard. There they were, two foals sitting huddled in the corner. The room was engulfed. Debris had fallen over in and blocked the doorway. Making it hard for the stallion to get to them. Alarik called out again “Hey! are you alright” One of the foals jumped at his voice. His eyes opening wide at Alarik. A shaken nod motioned from the kindling. “I’m here to get you out” Alarik tried to reassure them. He recovered his muzzle again, looking for a way to open up the doorway. There was only one way. The stallion spun around again and began kicking at the fallen beams. Embers splintered from the wood's surface that fell on the stallions skin. Making him grit his teeth in pain. But it was working the beams broke underneath his hooves, clearing whatever was in the way. The stallion galloped into the room over to the foals.
“Come on, we gotta move” Alarik got them to their feet. Obviously terrified. He wrapped the wet blanket over them. Keeping the flames from catching them. The stallion kept them close to him
He eventually re-emerged from the farmhouse, the foals by his side. A pinto stallion ran towards them calling their names "Aragon, Amelia!" the foals doing the same. Alarik fell to his knees as he coughed and wheezed, struggling to breathe. Exhaling all the smoke he could. “Is -” he hacked again “Is there .. anyone still inside?” He tried catching his breath.
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Post by shadowsgrimm on Aug 4, 2017 7:02:01 GMT -6
Sorrel:commoner:she/her
Sorrel watched as the dragon spewed flames from it's mouth, as the flames hit the farm houses and ground it looked as it danced about. Her thoughts where wild, her mind could not focus, she wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was terrified.
She swallowed a hard lump in her throat as she heard shouting coming from the others that had come for the merchant. Sorrel eyes darted around as she tried to get a grip in the panic, her heart fluttered and she felt like stone, she had never seen something this terrifying, she lived a simple life, working at the pearl, but now that's gone, now what will she do, how will she provide for her daughter.
She closed her eyes and shook her head, how could she help, she had no real strength and no blessing.
She swallowed her fear and ran towards the nearest person helping the farmers, as the others worked on getting the farmers out she decided to lead then away to safety. "Please follow me, I'll lead you away from the flames and get you to safety, children and elderly first!" Sorrel shouted, getting the attention of the farmers. "I know it's scary but I need you to stay calm" she waited for a moment before leading a small crowd away from the burning homes, children and elderly near her, for they take presidence over all. Sorrel lead them to a nice safe spot where the fire couldn't reach then at least for the moment, "you're safe here for the moment, stay here until we come back to make sure you are alright"
Word count:271
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Aug 7, 2017 8:47:58 GMT -6
{ Shiya | Eminent
Shebella | burn baby burn }
Even with her hooves flying across the flat terrain, it didn’t bring the familiar thrill Shiya relished. Instead she was strangled by fear as she spied Alarik from the corner of her eye, trying to keep pace with her. With the sensation of the winds bending to her will, her fear only intensified and fear always made her lose control.
One small moment for her mind to go blank, a lapse in concentration, and the ball of twisting winds shattered free from her.
Slowing her pace, she was helpless as she watched the winds she commanded blasted through a cluster of homes. Miraculously putting out the fires in the first few houses, not so much for the rest. The flames grew skyhigh and her heart clenched tightly as she heard screams rose with it. In shock or pain, she couldn’t tell as her own body stopped while her mind spiralled wildly. Her ‘curse’ could have just killed someone...she could have just put blood on her hooves.
Just as she was shutting down, she could barely heard someone crying out two names as they rushed on by her. Tearing her gaze away from the destruction she helped create, Shiya saw Alarik escaping from a burning house with two little foals at his hooves before galloping to their father. That crazy idiot. She too raced to Alarik as he collapsed coughing his poor lungs out. “Alarik you mad bastard. C’mon get up and away from this death trap.”
Yet at his wheezing question, the foals, Amelia and Aragon, almost wailed their answer. “Papa! Chica - Chica and her puppies are still inside!”
Ok so Shiya was a bit of a hypocrite besides familiars were always a soft spot to her.
Glancing at the little family she gave one small plea. “Look after him.” And then she vanished into the house.
The smoke was thick by now, even as she tried to manipulate the air, it was hard to breathe. The burning heat from the fires made it certainly difficult to traverse the house. “Chica? Chica where are you?” And what would of been a mere whimpering bark, Shiya heard instead was. “I’m here I’m here.” Oh right the Familiar Whispering scroll, she forgotten all about it. When she finally spotted a border collie hiding under some low benches, shiya heard the distinct sound of wood giving way above her. “Shit!” Choosing to ignore the fire between them, the young mare leapt across the kitchen, feeling it licking at her legs and underbelly. But she’d take that instead of under the rubble where she had been seconds ago. Ducking her head down to the dog’s level, she gently shushed the whimpering pups, hiding under blankets in their basket and their poor mother, hunching over them protectively. “Hey Chica, what do you say we get you and your pups out of here. Amelia and Aragorn are very worried for you.”
“No! No it’s not safe.” Growling at her, Chica laid firmly over her littles ones. A good protective mother at least.
“It’s not safe under there either.” Hissing sharply as flaming debris dropped on her back, Shiya scanned the room, trying to keep her coughing under control. “Look, I can carry your pups in the basket ok? You just have to stay close and we’ll get out of here as quick as a bunny. But we have to go now, Chica.”
As the seconds ticked by, the two just stared at each other as the house around them burned away. Then...Chica moved aside for Shiya to carry her young. Sighing in relief, she did, holding them close to her chest to protect them from the fire. Yet the flames were already causing another problem; the fires had completely blocked the only exit. Even as she frantically looked around, she knew there was no way….unless she made one herself. Cursing under her breath, Shiya studied a wall completely burning through. It should be weak enough to run through, but with the pups, she couldn’t risk going near it. With the smoke setting off another coughing fit, Shiya once more pulled on her blessing, calling what little air remained in this burning house and punching it through the wall in a single blast.
“Go GO!” Leaping through the opening with the canine mother and her pups, she trotted a little distance and watched the house finally caving in on itself. She greedily drank in the air as she offered the basket full of puppies to the little family and their mother, pride swelling in her chest at their beaming faces. But as she turned her gaze to Alarik, Shiya couldn’t help but give him a guilty smile but she certainly wasn’t going to apologise for her actions.
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