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Post by brandvandet on Dec 31, 2018 0:44:07 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 706: Suspicions Team Leaders: Sheva Participants: Oath, Predwin, Reyes, Ruani, Salix, Syel, Torbek. 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'D
Prompt: With the war settling in and occupation becoming even more harrowing, Serorans have begun to lose some of their signature trust. It's hard to tell whether a group crossing into the war torn Sedo is here to support Serora or to simply profit off of her misfortune. War is never easy and in addition to their duties disrupting supply lines and battling airborne invaders, the combatants of Serora also have to vet newcomers. Today, a group of Furies have found a small group crossing into Sedo. Are they here to help or to hurt? Location: Somewhere in the Zuiseset Time of Day: Mid afternoon You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jan 4, 2019 19:23:41 GMT -6
 The winds whipped through Prid's tail feathers as he soared above the Seroran desert alongside his companions. A pang of regret settling deep into his chest as he thought about his sister and how she wasn't joining the group of furies as they flew out near the border.
This was the first time the two of them had ever purposely split, but with supplies lower than usual for the twins had agreed it'd be best if Creo went scouting for more food while the others (or at least while Prid) went out on their normal expeditions. He didn't exactly enjoy the distance, but it was needed, and although the twins both didn't work well when away from one another, they knew the importance of working together for the greater good.
The greater good in this case was food and supplies. Surviving was more important.
Now as he flew in formation with the other furies, the stallion couldn't help but look out across the desert with his sister in mind. Thankfully, he did have the others with him to keep his mind at ease. Creo would be fine, even if the stallion still felt uneasy.
"Hey guys, where are we headed to today, anyway?" He yelled out over the wind in hopes that the others would hear him. "The border?"
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Post by Svantanon on Jan 4, 2019 21:20:56 GMT -6
Syel
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Predwin wasn’t the only one missing family, today. Syel’s kin weighed heavily on her mind and heart as well, but she couldn’t comfort herself with the thought of coming home to them. Gramps and Riri were of the many that were thought to be sealed away within the Oasis-- supposedly by an act of Alya, herself-- and despite the efforts of several who remained outside of the strange border, there was no breaking through it. Serora, strong and loyal as the herd may be, remained divided. And she missed them, and there was nothing she could do about that, and she was trying not to let her frustration get the better of her. After all, the Wind Mother loved her children. And she wouldn’t give them any trial that they could not overcome. If nothing else... at least... at least they were safe. As Predwin called out to the others, Syel steeled herself on the task at hand. She wasn’t exactly sure where Sheva had been tasked with leading them, so the best response she could offer was a shrug. All she did know was that it involved the usual of monitoring their land for invaders, running out the cowards and taking down those who were too stupid to flee when they had the chance. She was tired of Aodh's ilk and longed for the days when the warm desert air didn't carry their stench. |
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Post by MissAlmighty on Jan 5, 2019 9:11:52 GMT -6
He'd been walking, it seemed, for years. Really, just a season had passed now, since Oath had left Aodh and his homelands behind in the North. Felt like forever, though.
The stallion marched at a steady pace alongside one of his band, Salix. The two were tasked quite simply with finding a merchant and trading for supplies. Oath had argued that they'd be fine until further past the border, but no. The mares in particular had insisted on having the bare necessities for their continuing journey. Oath shook his head at the memory. No point in arguing with mares, he supposed. So, he'd gotten Salix to come along- in part to keep an eye on their newest companion, in part to snag a chance to get to know her better, and in part to, well, keep her away from Lori, though he supposed this reason was silly and selfish and entirely unbecoming of him. Jealously and possessiveness now lingered at the edges of his waking days. The brewing war had already taken away so much of his life. Lorelei and their little band of misfits were all he had left in the world.
He figured now, that the slaves had been rounded up for this. With soldiers needed for the front, surely the new king of Aodh had needed to fill the mundane roles of his kingdom and army. Sadly, it made sense. If he were King, forced to decide such things, he'd probably choose the same, ignorant or despite the woes of the people involved. Still, it made it no less a despicable thing to have done. Families torn apart for what? Some grand plan? And what of the kirins? He hadn't been under a rock. The talk was at every tavern and inn now. Did they have something to do with all this? The one back in Aodh had appeared in such consequential timing to it all. Could Ignacio's children play a role in the chaos that had torn his city apart at the seams? He hoped not. A coincidence. History wouldn't repeat.
And yet, his homelands, all the refugees created by this, the unrest...
Oath found himself resolute for once in his choice to leave. He just wished he could escape it all entirely, at last, and make roots somewhere quiet and peaceful. He'd build a shrine there, his own home, a little farm if he could learn to. He'd retire there. Raise a family there, if he were so lucky.
"Oof!" His daydreaming came to an abrupt end as he stumbled over debris on the trail. Catching himself, the offending dead brambly plant kicked aside, he finally paused to catch his bearings.
"Yeah, I'm sure I could find our way back and all, but I've no idea where we are. Maybe we should've stuck to the main road." He craned his neck to look over his shoulder to Salix, ears pricking forward. "Should we head double back, or do you know where we are?" Because in this foreign landscape, the Eithne-born-and-raised stallion felt out of his depth. "Just sand and rock and dry sticks far as the eye can see here." Tired and uncomfortable in the afternoon heat, his eyes betrayed his want to turn back and just find the others again, even if he'd never voice it.
WC: 554 | Post #1 | Tags: Salix/Howikin | OOC: Let me know if anything needs changing, Oath's not the only one flying blind this chapter. XD |
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 5, 2019 10:17:30 GMT -6
 SHEVA | SERORA | FURY
See patience is a virtue,
and I'm all out of time right now.
The Furies had been tasked with a lonely vigil while the Oasis remained sealed off to them.
Both spirits and supplies ran low as they were forced to remain the move, chasing down wayward Aodhians that still clung to the fading crusade; they were on the losing side, and Sheva, along with her companions, hastened to remind them of that.
The morning had been uneventful, just a routine sweep while the sun beat down heavily upon their backs; they were headed towards the border to check for strays, with the intent to send any Aodhian stragglers back with their tails tucked firmly between their legs, or potentially offer aid to those affected by the displacement that came with the calamity of war.
Flicking an ear towards Predwin, she answered in turn and nodded. "Aye, we'll check the border, then head back to set up camp for the night..."
As the hours trickled into the late afternoon, Sheva contemplated calling it quits for the day and nearly did, opening her mouth to tell them all to change course-
only to spot the very thing they had been trying to find.
Eyeing the potential threat below them, she angled her flight path and dived suddenly, spiralling in a slow arc until she was just above the group of wayward strangers.
Her wings flapped in steady tandem as they kept her aloft, while her Goddesses' divine energy thrummed in her chest, ready to be unleashed at the slightest turn of events.
Channelling some of her blessing, she projected her voice outwards towards the group, demanding their attention.
"Hark! What is your purpose here?"
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note: sheva is channelling sonic
voice to talk to ya'll from afar.
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Post by CaptainFlowers on Jan 5, 2019 13:33:41 GMT -6
R U A N I
Serora | Fury
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The desert was perfect for pegasi, and that’s probably a reason Ayla made it or so Ruani thought. Thermals were abundant as the heat reflected off the sand and rock. Ruani dosed as the furries drifted through their patrol. Lack of supplies left him hungry and tired, and the imposed distance from the herd at the Oasis hurt on another level. So, for more reasons then one, Ruani drifted after the other furries, people he’d battled with and trusted. He beat his clawed wings as little as possible, saving energy with gliding from thermal to thermal.
Sheva’s voice broke through his daydream. He snapped awake and saw Sheva had pulled off below the others challenging a group of equines. Ruani dove down beside Sheva and flared his wings out, flexing his talons. “Yeah!” Ruani bellowed, trying to project his voice in a way that matched Sheva’s Ayla amplified voice. “What’s up?” He squinted down at the equines, who appeared thirty, but that wasn’t really rare in the desert. Besides that, they looked a bit shifty. But that too could be from the furries, who Ruani was pleased to say, looked right intimidating.
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jan 5, 2019 15:08:16 GMT -6
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Torbek felt himself wobble a bit as the routine flight lulled him to sleep. He snapped awake and spread his large white wings to straighten himself. The fluffy crest of feathers at the back of his head rose with irritation at himself for losing focus. The rigors of recent life had made these past months challenging for his despite his naturally energetic nature. Fighting a guerrilla war in a landscape that could be hostile to both invaders and defenders alike was exhausting especially with Seroran supplies and forces spread so thin. The white stallion had spent many a sleepless night patrolling the desert or preparing for an ambush of Aodh forces.
Now it seemed their precious energy had been wasted under the hot sun without finding anything… or perhaps not. Ahead Torbek saw Sheva then Ruani peel off from formation. A rush of excitement banished his tiredness. He scanned the desert below and spotted a group of equines trekking through the brown landscape. The white stallion tilted his wings and angled his flight downward. The hot rising wind buffeted his wings which he folded slightly to allow for a more rabid dive.
He imagined the group of furies looked quite frightening hurtling out of the sky to hover over the unidentified equines. Torbek stopped his descent about ten yards above where Sheva flew, should the group below prove hostile, he’d be out of range of preliminary attacks and ready to dive down and deliver his own.
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Post by savorda on Jan 5, 2019 22:17:43 GMT -6
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Sedo had always been a second home to Reyes, or really, the only place that could ever possibly feel like home. He's spent countless years traveling in, out, and through the inhospitable land, but its inhabitants always welcomed him at best and tolerated him at worst. With the war now on everyone's minds, he was met with much more suspicion than usual. Which was still significantly better than the other herds.Even so, there was safety in numbers, he would admit that much. The stallion had made no effort to get to know his companions. Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to. The belief was drilled into his head his first week as a mercenary. Playing ignorant has saved his hide more than once in his lifetime, and while these two didn't set off any alarms, Reyes couldn't be too careful.The stallion shook his head at the mention of turning back."We should stay off the main road. Too easy to run into trouble." Reyes chimed in behind the pair. "We can always wait until-" Before he could finish his thought, a gaggle of furies swooped in above them. Reyes fought the urge to sigh. Of course, he had to say something. The pegasus that appeared to be in charge questioned their intentions, with a few others chiming in and repeating the inquiry."We are simple travelers. We have no intentions of causing any trouble." Reyes called out. The truth in his claim is debatable, depending on who's asked, but the sooner they can get these furies off their backs the sooner they can move on.271 words | post 1 |
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Post by MissAlmighty on Jan 6, 2019 7:02:30 GMT -6
| O A T H |
Their shadow had other ideas. He'd almost forgotten the dark stallion was back there, still following along. Oath regarded the unnamed male with some level of begrudging consideration. He opened his mouth to retort even as Reyes was suggesting something else, but both stallions were cut short. Wingbeats overhead and a voice that carried suspiciously well had Oath backing up and standing at the ready in front of both of his companions. Instinctive, really. He felt none of the courage he showed.
"S'right. Just passing through looking for trades and supplies." His days as a shopkeep made it easy to sound friendly despite his stiff stance. "I fear we may be lost, though. Do you lovely folk know the way to the nearest settlement?" Oath knew little of the dangers of a nomadic life. He'd always been quiet, in the background, whenever he and his band of runaways had come across others in their journey so far. Couldn't possibly be that hard, though. And these flighted fancies didn't seem to be chasing them away on sight. Maybe they could help.
He kept his eyes on the sky but his ears pricked back towards Salix and the other vagabond they traveled with. He really shouldn't learned the man's name when they'd met up some hours ago...
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Post by howikin on Jan 7, 2019 18:14:42 GMT -6
Though her two companions presented opposite hindsight to their predicament, the long eared equine did not make an effort to move her mouth and respond. What was done was done, she was thirsty and tired, but at the very least this was better than working to death in Aodh. She was not of the complaining type, and normally she did not say much at all. This was a former Breim equine turned former Aodh slave turned Vagabond, and she knew she did not know much. She simply had intuitions, and many of the time she did not trust them because she was not smart and had little foresight. But she thought they should have stayed on the road, roads led to other horses and maybe these other horses had some supplies that they wouldn't miss... but the dark one disagreed with that, and while she was inclined to side with Oath because he was quite important in their little band, she did not know him well nor did she always get warm feelings from the looks he gave her in passing... but maybe that could be fixed by learning to trust again. So when the winged Equines soared over them and found them in their misguided state, a small pang of worry hit the female's chest. She had faith her companions could better word their intentions than she could, but the anxiety was not hidden from her face. "Just hungry," she would mumble, ears pressing back and looking to the big black one who was now beside her. Oath was... small. But he was trying to protect them. This one was barely bigger, but he might appear more threatening to the pegasi and she wanted to watch him to make sure that he would not turn on them like one she trusted had in the past before. WC: 307
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jan 7, 2019 20:11:38 GMT -6
As Prid got the answers he needed from Sheva the group began the normal rounds. It was boring, for most of the flight, until Sheva suddenly began a quick path towards the ground. He could almost sense the sudden shift in the mood for the group, as all the pegasi involved had seen too much in the past few months to just allow unknown horses to enter the lands of Sedo.
There was a part of him that longed for the war to be over; for the Oasis to be to open up once more. He wanted to welcome in vagabonds with open wings instead of feeling a pang of concern every time a new group was found. As the group landed, the stallion felt his heart sink. Outsiders. I wish it could have been more like when I had seen Diane last. Some familiar faces would've brightened the mood at the very least...
The stallion quickly followed behind his leader, unable to really find the words to speak as the group explained their plans. Were they not aware of the fight? Of the dangers? He had always expected vagabonds to know what was going on in the world... as they traveled way more often than any other horses.
Their ease was disconcerting to him, though he didn't quite know why nor did he like how he was reacting to the situation. Months of tension had him riled up; as if he anticipated another fight to break out.
He'd wait for Sheva or the others to decide though, as he wasn't sure his... demeanor was entirely because of his own suspicions or if it was slightly due to his misplaced worry over Creo.
Either way, he eyed the group with concern, wary of what they were bringing into his homeland. A small voice tickled at the back of his head; what if they are here to give supplies to the Aodhians?
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jan 7, 2019 21:58:17 GMT -6
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The white pegasus studied the band below as they answered Sheva’s challenge. If they really were starving weary vagabonds then they looked the part to Torbek. What if they were simply travelers lost and desperate in a harsh climate? Was it not the Furies’ duty to then help them get to shelter and acquire food and water?
Still the equines below could be suppliers to the Aodhians, spies or even decoys. This was the part Torbek hated in war; when one’s enemies were uncertain. When seemingly innocent travelers could turn out to be smugglers or worse. If this were a time of peace we wouldn’t think twice about helping them. Damn this war; turning everyone into a potential hostile. Torbek thought bitterly. He was naturally quite friendly but in the past few months he’d learned the hard way that trusting strangers could lead to very unpleasant results.
Either way the intentions and potential threat to Serora that these equines posed, needed to be determined swiftly. Torbek hovered a little lower near the Fury leader. “We have them outnumbered and it would be suicidal for them to launch an attack now. Might I suggest we land and search them?” He queried of Sheva in a tone that could be heard by his companions but would not carry to the equines on the ground.
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Post by Svantanon on Jan 8, 2019 10:34:38 GMT -6
Syel Post 2 | WC 196
Syel grimaced as the travelers were intercepted by Sheva and Ruani. She shared in her comrades’ discomfort with how quickly distrust had settled between Sedo and the vagabonds they had so easily welcomed in, before, but underneath that was a hapless wave of guilt. The wanderer’s life was in her blood. Her father was a peddler, and her mother began traveling with him after the two fell for each other. She was the result of Serora’s open lands and warm hearted hospitality. To see that legacy fall into nothing but bittersweet memories only fueled her resentment for Eithne and their poisonous greed. She looked to Torbek and nodded at his suggestion, casting a sympathetic-- albeit apprehensive-- glance at the strangers below. ‘It would be hard for them to try anything,’ she signed. ‘If they don’t carry anything suspicious, then we could escort them somewhere or… maybe just give them some food and water and... send them on their way, if we can’t tell for sure?’ She toyed at her saddlebags with her teke. The fury didn’t have much to offer, but it would at least be something. |
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 11, 2019 1:28:55 GMT -6
SHEVA | SERORA | FURY
See patience is a virtue,
and I'm all out of time right now.
If the situation weren't so dire, Sheva might have laughed at Ruani's (well-intentioned) antics; one ear cocked as she listened to his attempt at mirroring her, magnifying his voice while adding his own unique flair to it.
She did not enjoy being unable to take people at their word, but they could not afford to take chances when so much still rested upon their wearied shoulders.
She looked to the others, seeking their advice in order to reach a unanimous decision, and eventually nodded at Torbek and Syèl as they reached the same conclusion she had.
Flaring her enormous wings, she let herself fall briefly, then landed with a resounding thump upon the sand beside the nomads, sending small dust clouds swirling about her feet.
Despite being surrounded, the strangers had not drawn their weapons, and that alone gave her some comfort that perhaps, they could be trusted.
"If you have nothing to hide, I trust you will not mind being searched, for these are... trying times for us all." She spoke at large to the group, making eye contact with each in turn before gesturing with her wing for the other Furies to begin.
In answer to the Oath's question, her expression fell for a moment, as the decimation of their home pained them all to say, a hitch in many a throat.
"The only settlements you will find here are the ones you make, Osulas is no more."
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Post by savorda on Jan 12, 2019 14:46:06 GMT -6
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The Furies were wary of them, and understandably so. War is hard on everyone, and those who don't meet outsiders with suspicion are considered foolish. His companions could easily feign innocence, but not him. Reyes was a hardened mercenary through and through and very much looked the part. He could only hope his compliance will work in his favor. He has nothing else going for him.
Reyes eyed Sheva as she landed just before them, ready to draw his sword should she deem them too big of a threat. He relaxed only slightly when she proposed a search of their bags. The stallion shook his head.
"Of course not. I'm sure my companions would agree." he said. "I have quite a few weapons tucked away, just so you know." Better to come clean than to try and explain himself later. He hoped the other two truly didn't carry anything suspicious on them. He wasn't about to pick a fight against a bunch of Furies who just about outnumbered them two to one. He was good in a fight, sure, but not that good.
The news of Osulas floored Reyes.
"No more? What happened?" he asked. Osulas always seemed nearly untouchable, just as anything that can thrive in such a hostile environment. The concept was almost ridiculous.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jan 14, 2019 22:48:09 GMT -6
The stallion's ears flicked back at the question of what happened to the city, his eyes turning to the others as the other vagabond admitted to having weapons.
Well, at least this one was being honest. With a quiet glance towards the others, Predwin landed down lightly on his feet and took a few stuttering steps closer to the vagabond speaking. "I wish we had a definitive answer." The stallion said softly. "All I know- and I'm sure you'll get the same answer from the others- is that the city is... blocked off by something... I'm not sure if it even still stands..." He sighed heavily. "It just looks like a giant boulder was set down onto the place."
He really wished that Creo was here in this moment, she was so much better at wording things than he was. Unhappily, the stallion shifted in place, glancing nervously at the others before continuing. "There was rumor... or well, talk, that the leaders of our herd were... looking for a way to save the city but... it's hard to tell what happened." The stallion sighed. "It's just... gone."
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Post by CaptainFlowers on Jan 17, 2019 19:38:56 GMT -6
R U A N I
Serora | Fury
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As the other furies landed, Ruani lazily arced around the wanderers, and hit the ground at a trot behind them. It was a good idea to search them from Sheva, and Ruani thought he might as well start. With the recent events, they couldn't be too careful. They had to take some precautions. No need to keep beating his wings and sit in the sky like an other sized chicken.
Ruani choose the small, spotted mare and approached her wearily, but not outright aggressively. He hoped she didn’t have anything on her, but that other big guy definitely did, so he wasn’t so sure. Besides, the mare seemed a bit worse for wear than the others He shifted his scarf to loosely trail around his neck and pushed his still broken goggles back with a confident smile as if he couldn’t hear what Predwin was saying. He didn’t need the reminder.
“You mind if I, uh, look through your bags?” Ruani stumbled over the words, not really used asking these things. He reached out with his teke and let it hover in front of him, “Nothing that’ll poke me or anything?”
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Post by Svantanon on Jan 19, 2019 23:11:31 GMT -6
Syel Post 3 | WC 234 Seeing her fellow furies descend and choose among the unhappy strangers waiting to be inspected, Syel also landed-- carefully, as she could feel the strain of fatigue starting to tease her wings-- and looked for an unhappy stranger of her own. She settled for the dusty brown one with the messy hair. He… looked agreeable enough, and without too many bags to comb through. A well-tempered traveler wouldn’t demand for her to answer their questions or talk back; that would be an unpleasantly one-sided conversation with vagabonds who wouldn’t recognize Sedo’s signs and gestures. She approached him with a single awkward wave before opening his bags with her teke. However, Syel’s search was quickly cut short by… the search, itself. This fellow’s packs were alarmingly and pitifully empty, with barely anything of use or value left. A quick glance-over confirmed that he had nothing else to help store supplies, either, prompting the pegasus to make an involuntary grimace. No wonder they had come through Serora’s lands. They really did need the help, didn’t they? The poor sods. Debating only for a moment, Syel fished through her own travel sack and brought out a slice of flatbread. Dry and a tad salty, but still…. Something? She held it out to Oath, wondering how the others were faring. Hopefully they all checked out, and could be taken to the nearest water source. OOC: Almighty confirmed that Oath would be relatively easygoing about the whole ordeal and that he had miserably empty packs so I went with that for my post |
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Post by MissAlmighty on Jan 30, 2019 14:59:38 GMT -6
| O A T H |
The pegasi came down to earth, voicing their answers to crestfallen nomads. Oath felt any hope of returning with any amount of a bounty dashed by their claims of war-torn tragedy. An entire city, gone? He'd only heard of Osulas in passing. He knew of it the same way most knew of Aodh's great city, or of any herd's pride. This news struck him. Had this so-called war really become so wide-spread? He had only heard of the troubles again, in passing, as if they were mere skirmishes. He'd no idea the trouble had grown so far out of hand. Suddenly, Aodh-born and raised, he felt as if his presence here was just... wrong. Were his people behind this? Of course they were. Only Aodh's massive numbers could cause such extreme changes, surely. And this would no doubt have something to do with the last King's demise, the Kirins appearing... were the gods preparing them for a repeat of history? It was starting to feel that way.
The pegasi moved in to search their bags. Oath simply stepped sideways to present his saddlebags to the mare who came towards him. As Syel searched his belongings, what few he had with him, he turned his attention to the stallion who explained their plight further. A boulder, huh? Had some blessed horse put up a stone wall, perhaps? Pegasi could fly over it though, and he figured they'd tried that by now. Not a wall, but a dome? How could the city inside have survived such a thing? Put into total darkness, with no air, he'd have to assume. Or limited air, perhaps. The plants would die. Nothing could survive in those conditions so suddenly. His chest clenched.
"Has anyone tried to mine through it?" He couldn't stop himself. The instinct was still there. Big rock problem? Break it into a tiny rock problem. No more problem. Stone-worker logic. "Probably not helpful, sorry." He shied back, suddenly keenly aware that his advice probably only served to hit a nerve than to actually do any good for them now. His attention turned back to Syel as she gave him... a look, and offered him food. His stomach twisted at the sight, reminding him of how long it'd been since he'd last eaten anything. If I'm hungry, though, then the others must be starving. He accepted her gift but placed it into his bags rather than eat any himself. He hoped she wouldn't take offense- He just figured the twins could use it more. They'd not been as healthy as himself or Rania upon leaving Aodh. By that logic, they'd eat first....
...or, if he didn't make it back by the next morning, at least he'd have breakfast to split with Salix. Tall, dark and broody could feed himself.
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jan 31, 2019 7:55:37 GMT -6
Torbek | [ post #3 || word count: 210 ] |
With permission given to search the travelers belongings, Torbek dropped towards the ground quickly, pulling up at the last minute. He landed a little ways from the group, sweeping his wings as he landed to toss up a cloud of dust. It was an impressive, dramatic and utterly pointless display. He tossed his long blue forelock and trotted to the group of equines as the traveler’s bags were checked. He noted that the bag of the dun stallion whom Syel had searched through was pitifully empty. Surely anyone seeking to aid Aodh would come better prepared.
Torbek felt a this hostility towards these dusty travelers deflate. His attention returned to the dun stallion as he expressed interest in what Predwin had said about the fate of the city. “No attempts have been successful. The city is gone.” The white pegasus said firmly, it wasn’t entirely true but it was best these travelers not know the exact details as such information could fall into Aohd hooves. He glanced around at his winged companions in the hope that they would refrain from sharing potentially strategic information.
Again Torbek’s attention returned to the dun stallion, his voice was softer and more sympathetic. “If your destination was Osulas, your journey ends here I’m afraid.”
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jan 31, 2019 13:42:55 GMT -6
There was a moment after Predwin spoke that he wondered if he had interpreted the rumors he had heard correctly. He only knew that the city no longer stood... Maybe it was the Oasis that had been covered? He frowned as he tried to untangle the mess but decided to leave it as it was. He hadn't seen it, and if he misinterpreted everything... well maybe that was for the better. After all, these group could've been working with Aodh for all he knew.
Though with the way Oath responded, he couldn't help but feel as if that was an incorrect speculation. The stallion sighed. "I don't think it'd work, though I may bring the idea up to the next group we meet up with..."
He glanced at the others, relatively relieved that the group wasn't terribly easy to anger. As much as Predwin enjoyed his position and fighting, he was beginning to get tired of the constant atrocities that war brought to him. "I'm sorry if we caused any issue with your plans. I do wish we had better news for you." He added, hoping that it somehow sounded genuine. He wasn't entirely sure if he was glad they could stop this group or not at this point.
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Post by savorda on Feb 3, 2019 1:01:50 GMT -6
| R e y e s g iv e m e t h e b u r d en
g i v e m e t h e b l a m e |
It was all so strange. With Osulas gone, whether it is somehow hidden in the boulder that took its place, did they really have a reason to continue into Sedo? Reyes certainly didn't. Had he been alone he would have hightailed it out of here by now. No. He wouldn't leave the other two on their own, not out here in the middle of land still at the mercy of war. No, he'd stay, at least escort them out of Sedo if that's what they wanted. For now, though, they needed to rest. The heat and the long day of traveling have taken its toll on them, him especially. He was never particularly well suited for the desert. The stallion glanced back at his companions before turning back to the furies.
"No, thank you actually. You've saved us quite a bit of traveling." This whole civility thing was really starting to get boring. "Perhaps you could point us in the direction of a good spot to set up camp? That way we can rest up for the night and be on our way." Reyes paused. "And out of your hair."
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Post by hey-stardust on Feb 3, 2019 18:26:36 GMT -6
SHEVA | SERORA | FURY
See patience is a virtue,
and I'm all out of time right now.
Shadows had begun to encompass the group as the sun dipped below the horizon, while an ice cold chill had started to settle deep within her bones - night was coming, and they had a decision to make.
With their search complete and little to show for it, Sheva was of the opinion that the nomads were genuine in their intent; seemingly as startled by the recollection of events as her group had been after finding what remained of their beloved city.
Her leathery wings had remained resting upon the soft sand as she continued to study the group, gaze flicking silently from face to face while she took note of their reactions after having their belongings accosted, ready to step in if things went south...
So when talk of the Oasis was brought to light, she interrupted.
It seemed better to quell any lingering hope, rather than admit they did not know the full extent of their haven’s protective properties. A precaution on both sides of the coin. "No, there is no way in."
Painfully aware of how sobering this sounded, she continued.
"We were planning to make camp ourselves however, so... you can join us if you like, then I suggest you turn back.”
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Post by MissAlmighty on Feb 3, 2019 20:39:44 GMT -6
| O A T H |
Their journey abruptly came to a resounding end with just a few hopeless words. Oath felt his heart sink for them. Still, not a bad idea, to set up camp and turn back in the morning. He looked over his shoulder to Salix and Reyes. Seemed they would be up for the idea too, the worn and battered looks of the pair. They'd been going all day. He imagined he looked just as poorly at this point. With nothing better to do, Oath gave his head a nod and with a sigh, resigned himself to following the group of pegasi to a safe place to camp for the night.
"We'd be stupid not to take you up on that." Oath tried to sound good-natured despite the dire situation. "You lot know the landscape better, and we're beat. No point in anything else now." He gave Salix a long look- one that spoke of his concern for their group back on the border, for their own dire situation now that all hope for supplies had run dry. He took the dry snack from his bag again and broke a piece off for each member of his little party, offering them off to Salix and Reyes as he stuffed his own chunk in his mouth and turned to follow Sheva and her feathery kin. "Lead on, oh flighted ones." He cracked a grin, though it failed to reach his eyes, which were dark with sleepless nights and long, back-breaking days under strange skies.
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Post by howikin on Feb 5, 2019 20:58:20 GMT -6
When they wanted to search their packs, the mare’s ears flicked back in irritation. She understood their suspicions, but seriously, they had pitifully little, what did they expect to find anyway? There was only three of them, hungry, thirsty, and just well pitiful. There wasn’t much they could be hiding, and she had to roll her eyes as she opened her packs for inspection. A bit of food and that was about it, she didn’t even have a weapon to her name. The worst she could be was a spy, but she sure was between a rock and a hard place if she was ever found out.
As the spoke of the city being gone, her ears perked up in interest. An entire city gone? Now that was something right out of her bard companion’s tales. Still, she wasn’t sure what they were going to do now. Oath spoke up, saying that going with them to their camp would be the best option for now. Hopefully they could find someone else with more promise of assistance. What were they thinking going to this barren wasteland? Let’s join the war against out shitty homeland. Suuurreee.
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Post by Svantanon on Feb 6, 2019 12:50:48 GMT -6
Syel made a humored 'pffft' at Oath's flowery choice of words. These wanderers seemed alright to her.
She was part of the effort to set up camp, helping out where she could and standing back to watch whenever the task was something she was more likely to screw up than anything else. She chatted and joked mostly with her fellow furies, limited by her herd-specific signing, but she tried to communicate with the vagabonds every now and again. The less left out everyone felt, the easier this night would go.
Much like Predwin, she was also somewhat confused by her own account of things. She had seen one stretch of the large dome-- an "edge," or as much of an edge a circular shape could be-- and had, herself, assumed that both the city and the oasis were gone. She would have to ask Sheva for clarification later, but that would have to wait for when the travelers were gone. She could see how guarded the older fury was about letting slip any details around them and she wasn't about to go against that line of wisdom. Even if they could be trusted, there could be others who would have nastier uses for such information. The specifics couldn't get out. At least not now.
Her re-occurring worries about her grandparents-- and those who remained trapped within the dome-- were interrupted by a scraggly looking caracal that had followed the group to their campsite. He seemed to be uplifted-- comprehending the equines' various conversations with wide and curious eyes-- so she managed to lure him closer with a bite of her rations and some coaxing in his general language. This seemed to please him.
Currently he was curled contently at her side, leaving Syel feeling very proud of herself.
(Post 4: WC 297. It's sloppy but I gotta rush to my next class OTL)
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Feb 7, 2019 16:18:52 GMT -6
The stallion had never exactly been good at camp work, but he could at least pitch a decent tent and start a fire, which were parts of his preparation. He joked with some of the other furies, trying to keep everybody in better spirits despite their situation.
It seemed everyone was somber after hearing the news, and while some of the vagabonds seemed skittish, Predwin didn't find himself bothered by them. He was concerned still, but something about the group of them working together made him feel... better at the very least.
Eventually, he found himself sitting next to Syel near a small fire, his eyes turning to the vagabonds in question with the hopes of stories from the other herds. He had been dealing with Aodh too long, and a part of him longed to hear the stories the vagabonds used to bring during their trips to and from the city.
He let out a short sigh, leaning back a little as he considered his next words. "Any news from other parts of the world?" He finally asked, wanting to rid the world of silence for just a little bit. He was feeling antsy, and some of his original concern was returning, despite the fact that they had all worked together to set up a fully functioning camp for the night. Who knew, maybe it was just old suspicions, but the stallion did feel a little anxious.
Maybe it was because Creo still wasn't around. He was always worse for wear without his sister.
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Post by brandvandet on Feb 19, 2019 13:40:50 GMT -6
COMPLETE
20 AP and 20 CS to Sheva, Oath, Predwin, Reyes, Syel.
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