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Post by brandvandet on Dec 31, 2018 0:44:30 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 705: Evolution Team Leaders: Monserrat Participants: Isleen, Lucifer, Madden, Navjeev, Rynn. 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: A Fury watches the skies and a hired mercenary watches the ground for this particular haphazard group. Traveling through the Zuiseset, the citizens of Serora and the Vagabonds within need to be constantly on the move. It can be harrowing to gain supplies and water so opportunities need to be grasped as soon as possible. A cistern is nearby, and the group is heading toward it with hope. 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 Talentha on Jan 3, 2019 19:29:03 GMT -6
Navjeev  Fleet Footed Windracer It had been a long few months as spring moved into summer. Navjeev had been getting used to the lack of food and water, although it left him tired. Ever since the incident a few months ago when his group had attacked the Aodh camp, he found himself kicking his blessings into overdrive to do small nighttime raids on the camps he had run across since, using some of the oil he had stolen from the first camp to light the rest ablaze. He shared what supplies he could with any others that were stranded outside the Oasis, and as such, kept the bare minimum to himself.
He couldn’t have done it without his avian companions though. He couldn’t understand their language, but the three of them were smart enough to come up with their own sort of unspoken language, bits of body language and moments that conveyed their thoughts to each other as his birds assisted him with scouting. The desert was a harsh place, but somehow, they managed to get by.
Although he often took off on his own, he found comfort in the band hew as travelling with now. Once again he was reunited with his new friend Lucifer, and even the vagabond Rynn was a familiar sight. It was now that he met with some new equines once more, and he missed the companionship of the kirins he had met. Amaranthe had left to go back home when her memories returned, and Sauron, well he was distant since then. Navjeev was glad they regained their memories, but it was bittersweet.
Now he was feeling the effects of summer settle in. He was still young, and while he traveled for his job as a windracer, he had never been away from a place he could call home in so long. It was strange knowing he no longer had a home to go back to, no longer a constant source of food and water. His dark pelt stood out in the heat, and his vast size made him feel guilty whenever they did stop to drink, as he felt it was wrong for him to take such a large share.
One who knew Navjeev could tell that he was just feeling worn. He was no longer his flirtatious self, and the fury with those gorgeous wings would usually be an object of envy, and instead Nav barely gave the idea of flight a second thought. He did think of it once, wondering if a pegasus could fly high enough to get water from the clouds, not that there was many of those. It was summer, it was hot, it was dry, and while the windracer might have enjoyed a day like this normally, now he was just feeling done with it all.
The heat was getting to him so much, that most of his gear had been stored away into the compartment on his windboard for carrying cargo. His cloak was the first thing to go, although he stubbornly held on to his harness and his bracers. These were still times of war, and he wasn’t about to go unarmed though the desert.
The brown stallion was not usually one to not be optimistic, but he was irritable, a bit short tempered, and overall someone that other’s in general didn’t was to spend time with. He knew his attitude was from his lack of hydration, and he vowed that this time, he would take his share instead of taking the share of a smaller equine. He was massive, almost two full hands taller than the next largest of the group, Madden, although the unicorn’s wicked looking horn was long enough to poke the draft horn in the eye.
He looked up over the horizon, seeing nothing different, all the same usual sandy expanses. “It can’t be that much further can it?” He muttered, again regretting letting his insecurity over seeming greedy prevent him from drinking more at the last stop.
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Post by unifangs on Jan 4, 2019 2:12:28 GMT -6
Circumstance has drained much of their usual humor. Under other circumstances they might crack jokes, sing songs, or offered frequent words of encouragement. Heat has left them like a wilted rose, dying amidst the violent summer sun. No amount of time within their home can completely adjust them to the brutal, unforgiving weather of Sedo. Monserrat is running on fumes, but they don’t dare let it show. Their face shows nothing but intense focus, not that they think the individuals below them can make out their features. Monse casts a glance down at the group, none of them familiar faces.. But it is easy to lose track of names in such a diverse herd. Monserrat draws in a deep breath and lets their eyes flit around, watching, vigilant. Their staff is tucked safely on their back. The comforting weight still doesn’t ease a nagging sense of caution, danger. Serora has always been dangerous and cruel at times.. But Monserrat can’t ever think of a time they’ve been more afraid of the landscape they call home. War has ravaged it and torn the herd apart, almost literally. They wish they had a way to reach across the sky, to let their mothers know how desperately they missed them. After several moments, they pull themself out of their own head and turn their eyes down to the group below. “I bet we’re close! I got a good feeling,” They call, bringing that chipper tone. Yeah they got this, everything is going to be fine
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Post by seechem on Jan 5, 2019 7:43:40 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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How. HOW! In Ignacio's good name had he ended up here. Sand, heat, war. BLEGH. None of this was Madden's concern. Hell, they were fighting Aodhians, the very same citizens that worshipped Madden's patron. The mercenary bristled in the heat and curled a lip at the thought. But it was his job. It paid fine and now that he had a bloody orphan to watch over, he didn't have much choice. That blasted kid. Madden had left Virgil with the gathering Serorans who had also been trapped outside the Oasis, and assured them that he would return. Not that they seemed to care.
Madden wondered whether, if the barrier wasn't in place, he would have just dropped the kid off with Nero and left the desert to avoid the war altogether. Probably not. The bloody blue roan had his claws in Madden's heart pretty deep. Stinking war.
It felt as though he had swapped one babysitting position for another. Three teenagers and a barely twenty-something leader. At least Madden felt he wasn't a single parent, and had a co-Vagabond to suffer alongside.
A Fury pegasus had been placed in charge, lucky, and was flying above the travelling party of, mostly, Seroran citizens. He was a little relieved to see he wasn't the only outsider of the travelling band, but maintained his distant vigilance throughout their previous stops.
In this state, things could be worse. At least, unlike his previous escort missions, there were others there that could fight. He stuck near the back of the group, keeping his teke tentatively over his daggers while they walked. The group looked fatigued by sun and lack of resources, and it had been decided that a drink was in order. Madden agreed though after his previous errors of judgement he clocked that, out in the desert, others were likely to also be seeking out water.
The tall, dark windracer who looked particularly wearied, enquired as to the distance, and their leader...Mons...Monser...something-or-other assured the group that they couldn't be far.
"Hopefully," Madden said coolly, "just keep an eye out. And," he added, a little more sternly, "when we do get close, keep quiet. I don't doubt others will be in our shoes and be just as desperate for a drink as we are."
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Post by posy-punch on Jan 5, 2019 9:02:34 GMT -6
rynn
vagabond bard
In the time since setting fire to the Aodhian camp, Rynn had done little more than dodge the occasional war parties and search for the barest of necessities she needed to keep herself alive. But, despite all her independence, it did not take long for her to find company again, in fact, she was pleased to recognize some of the faces with them. She had however, noticed the changes in attitude. She’d done her best to look at the bright side of things, but, even she could admit that her typical friendliness was lacking. Perhaps that was just because she was fully preparing to hand over anyone else in her group in order to maintain her own freedom… it was best not to get attached. She shook her head free of those thoughts however, and began to pay attention to the group.
Rynn was more than pleased to be surrounded by those with such pleasant dispositions. In fact, so pleased, that it took her no time at all to decide to contribute to such cheer running rampant through the group. She opened with, “I fully believe it to be several leagues away even still,” in response to Navjeev’s question, and continued sarcastically with a, “and I rather thought I’d be busting out in song the very second we arrived,” in response to Madden. Before either irritable stallion could even think to respond however, the mare lifted into the air, orientating herself as not to encroach on Monserrat’s leading position, but enough to have her out of range of those two, particular, sunshines below her.
Ah, the war was taking such a toll… everyone was feeling the effects. “Fun crowd, hm?” She joked, sizing up the other pegasus’s demeanor.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 6, 2019 12:01:36 GMT -6
Lucifer
Serora l Windracer
"But he's so beautiful, Such a beautiful disaster"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
Had someone told Lucifer a year ago he would be traveling through a desolate hellscape with a bunch of strangers with no desire to return to either of his homelands,he would have laughed in their face. And yet here he was, wandering through the Zuiseset with a group of equines he barely knew, fighting against the elements for their survival. Sure, he'd been traveling with some of them longer than others, but at the end of the day he knew very little about any of them, and they knew even less about him. Even so, as out of place as he felt among these hardy people, he was doing his best to embrace them and move forward. After all, it was Alya who had reached out to him in his time of need and confusion. It was Alya who had deemed him worthy of her blessing. And it was Alya who had offered him a place among her children when he had no home to call his own. Still, as appreciative as he was to the goddess of the winds, change was hard, and as he made the ridiculously long trek through the barren wastes of the desert with little food or water, he found himself longing for the cool oceans of Aquore and the clear rivers and lake of Eithne. Wishing for simpler times where survival wasn't even a question, and living was lavish and easy. Even as he muttered complaints through dry and cracked lips, the others in the group seemed just as distraught by the situation as Lucifer. While he payed little attention to what was said by his companions, it was enough to know he wasn't alone in his misery. “It can’t be that much further can it?” Lucifer's ears flicked slightly as Navjeev spoke, glancing at the stallion briefly before replying himself. "If the last few months have proven anything, yes, yes it can..." He said with an overdramatic and exasperated sigh as he drug his feet along the sand. “I bet we’re close! I got a good feeling!” Lucifer heard a voice from the front of the group say. While he couldn't make out exactly who had spoken, he truly hoped the words rang with some truth. He was tired and thirsty, and wanted nothing more than some rest and a long drink of water. The conversation ahead of him continued, and though he couldn't hear what was being said, he began to feel a bit hopeful for the first time in a long time.
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Post by Talentha on Jan 6, 2019 19:14:23 GMT -6
Navjeev Fleet Footed Windracer Navjeev felt a little bad, he was almost becoming as snarky as Lucifer. His companions didn’t deserve that, and he forced himself to smile at the pegasi’s words. Monserrat, one that Navjeev had struggled to remember. Usually he wasn’t bad at names, but again, he was blaming the heat. “You bet or you know?” He tried to joke, a small hint f his former lightheartedness in the jest.
Madden raised a smart point though, and Navjeev cringed to think of it. He did not want to run into Aodhians in his tried condition. He teke hovered over his crossbow, he would be ready for this. The mercenary was assisting them for now, but Navjeev was a bit distrustful of them. Aodh was a much richer herd than the Seroran’s were, and the loyalty of a mercenary is bought. Should they run across more of the invading Aodhians, well, Navjeev wondered if the unicorn would switch sides for the right price. No, he found it best to remain wary. The worst that could happen is that he was prepared for the loyalty to shift, the best is that Navjeev would get a pleasant surprise to find them being helpful.
As Rynn made her jokes and took to the sky, Navjeev snorted a bit. Not a full laugh, but it was something. “No one’s stopping you from bursting into song now.” He was usually talkative, so he was trying to make comments, even if they fell short. Yeah maybe he shouldn’t. Talking waste energy, energy he didn’t have.
Lucifer’s response to his comment did bring a bit bigger snort. “Oh yes. And once we get there after we find out we were off by about a days journey, the cistern will be empty save for a swallow each and we’ll be off again until we all die of dehydration.” He attempted to be joking, but the tone was less bright as intended, and just ended up being dark. Whoops.
Navjeev had been carrying his windboard at his side, but he decided to unfold the sail, tossing it to the sand and steering it along. While the sun was high ahead, he positioned the sail so it would block at least a little of the sun. It was a big board, big enough for his girth and cargo, so he moved to block a bit of the sun from Lucifer as well. He had his own board, but hey, they were former travelling companions and he was trying to be nice, and that was a nice move right? Right? He was too tired and thirsty to know for sure and if he was just being annoying.
He envied his bird companions, resting in their makeshift nest in the cargo hold, or his saddlebags, and resting in whatever coolness and relative shade they could get.
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Post by Rhaenera on Jan 7, 2019 20:15:41 GMT -6
 Isleen;Serora Windracer
One day you'll leave this world behind, So live a life you will remember.A couple months ago Isleen was brimming with excitement on the way to Breim oblivious to the war and all it threatened. Their success had her leaping, beyond ready to tell the sultan what they'd done. It was one step closer to being a peacemaker, maybe a couple.
Now they were here.
Isleen never could have imagined what tolls war would take on their home. Osulus was gone and with it her windboard, her home. Her family was either dead, alive, or worse- Captured. The thought sank like a rock in her chest every time it surfaced, one could only keep away thoughts like that in times like this for so long. Her parents, brother, someone else's property, bits, a Hot branding Iron, things she was always distant to when she heard them from escaped slaves.
With the Oasis shutting so many out and no apparent way in Serora's people was left to their imagination to who was or wasn't in chains by now. So many of them were scattered throughout Sedo just trying to survive and keep their freedom, she was one of them.
The supplies she had carried back from Breim lasted them a while but that was gone now, Isleen often wondered if Pagan and Alari were safe or if they too were out here on the run. Safe was the outcome Isleen often ended with, after being on the run for so long Hope is all you have left to stay sane; so hope she held onto.
Besides, the Group and the survivors that joined them here and there needed pick-me-ups. Not all of them were downers and the ones that were weren't always but these were trying times, Isleen understood that more than she let on she did, more than she wanted to. "If we keep on going forward, we'll get there before we know it." Her voice was naturally cheerful but she wasn't sure how much she actually believed that statement if what Rynn said was true, the rest of them just needed to.
Alya will protect us. A thought she had said so many times over in these months. Their Sky Mother always knew what she was doing, they were her children. Isleen trusted she would supply for them when they truly needed it, until then she trusted Alya knew they would be ok. The messages Isleen seems to find in the world around her was her true hope, what kept her pushing forward with a smile on her face.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 14, 2019 8:54:48 GMT -6
Lucifer
Serora l Windracer
"But he's so beautiful, Such a beautiful disaster"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
“Oh yes. And once we get there after we find out we were off by about a days journey, the cistern will be empty save for a swallow each and we’ll be off again until we all die of dehydration.”
Lucifer raised an eyebrow as Navjeev spoke. "Well if that's the case, at least we won't have to worry about drowning." He said with a slight chuckle. Even so, the thought concerned him. His fins were already feeling incredibly dry and chaffed, and the young hippocampus longed for water deep enough to take a quick dip in, though he knew in the end he'd happily settle for enough to quench his thirst. "If we keep on going forward, we'll get there before we know it." The cheery voice belonged to one of the other windracers. While Lucifer hadn't gotten to know her too well since his arrival in Sedo, he was thankful for her optimism, even if it annoyed him to a degree.
"I hope you're right..." He replied, searching the open desert for some sort of sign when he spotted something, off in the distance. "Is that it? Over there!" He pointed ecstatically, his entire demeanor shifting as his hopes became more tangible. Not waiting for a solid answer, he hopped onto his wind-board for the first time in what seemed like ages and sped towards what he could only imagine was the cistern they had been searching for.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 14, 2019 15:51:10 GMT -6
A shrill whistle pierced the air, followed by a pegasi leaping from the rock formations that surrounded what seemed to be a cave that led into the ground. The cistern. Inside something stirred and soon enough a group of horses spilled out. Three of them. A fourth one could be found stepping out of the shadows, as the fifth circled the air before she also landing next to them.
“It seems we have company, Prada!” Wint, the pegasus, called.
“Six is a crowd if I recall and I think those guys bring us far over that number.” The scatching remark came from Rufus, the unicorn of the group.
“Come, come, don’t be mean, Rufus, let’s see what they got in store for us,” the one who had whisteled spoke.
“What Niles said,” a scarfed common horse agreed, hopping on their board. Though seemingly eager to get out there, they stayed behind the others. Fink was more comfortable with letting Prada take the lead.
Prada’s lips quirked upwards. Finally some guests. The white hippocampus stepped forward to meet them, the four others following in tow.
“Greeting travelers” she called out.
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Post by Talentha on Jan 14, 2019 16:50:11 GMT -6
Navjeev Fleet Footed Windracer The smaller Windracer spoke up, and Navjeev pricked his ears towards her. She seemed timid, and he felt bad for her to be out here with no one she knew. Her words were cheerful though, and he felt a small smile on his face once more.
Lucifer's words about drowning turned that smile into a full blown belly laugh. Drowning out here in the middle of the desert was extremely unlikely. Navjeev knew the hippocampus probably desired the water most in the group, and he felt sympathy for his companion, thus why he had tried to shade him with his larger windboard sail.
The large stallion froze with excitement as the smaller one spotted something on the horizon. As Luci hopped on his board, Navjeev did the same, determined not to be left behind. "Come on!" He called back to the rest of the group, as he was willing to expend some more energy if it meant getting to the water faster.
As he sped towards the cave, he noticed a speck flying above in the sky. Perhaps a fury that had guided their group just as Monserrat and Rynn were flying with them. As more horses spilled out of the cistern, he tried to be optimistic. Another travelling group that was looking for water. He could hear voices as they approached, but could not make out the words.
Something though in him wanted to turn around and stay with the group, although he wasn't about to leave Lucifer alone. He used a bit of his air manipulation to bring him alongside the hippocampus. He could see someone get onto a windboard, and again tried to be optimistic. Just some weary travelers like themselves.
As the herd had been plunged into war however, Navjeev found himself less and less trusting of strangers, and as they approached, he knew he did not recognize a single one. The hippocampus of the small party greeted them, and Navjeev was content with not speaking for the group. He merely said "Greetings." in return, as he slowed, waiting for the rest of the group to catch up. His teke was prepared to snatch up his crossbow or sling, leaving the dagger for later if these guys wanted close combat.
He startled himself by being so wary. He never used to be like that. He gave a wary wicker to his bird companions, letting them know to stay in his saddlebags. He was glad he had only taken off his cloak, and kept his bracers on. He was not an expert fighter, but he sparred with his warder cousin, and felt he could hold his own. He knew by his large size and his obvious bracers and cross bow, he might be a prime target, and as much as he wasn't a fighter, he would attempt to bowl some equines over if they thought about turning their attention to his less combat willing friends. Besides, he was still young, and having full control over both his blessings might come as a surprise to these equines, if combat did ensue.
Still, he tried to remain indifferent, and decided to see what his mercenary and fury companions made of the situation.
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Post by seechem on Jan 14, 2019 17:09:51 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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He could feel the heat of distrust emanating off of his companions; and it almost made him blush. He straightened up a touch so that his neck was arched and he was showing off all 17'2 hands of muscle. He was living for being the least trusted, though he did wonder where Rynn's allegiance lay. The roan's ears perked up at the windracer's comment...Lucifer? He smirked a little at the youngster's snark, and tossed his head in reply with a playful eye roll in the kid's direction. Then Navjeev spoke up again,
“Oh yes. And once we get there after we find out we were off by about a days journey, the cistern will be empty save for a swallow each and we’ll be off again until we all die of dehydration.”
"Now, now," Madden interrupted with a broad smile and a 'tut-tut' tone, "I thought a young little thing like you would be more optimistic. You need to save some pessimism for the experts here, hm?" He was still near the back, but managed a narrow-eyed, mildly condescending smirk. That's when Lucifer chimed in,
"Well if that's the case, at least we won't have to worry about drowning."
"That's the spirit," Madden nodded in Lucifer's direction, "nothing like drowning in a desert to spark an interesting titter with those 'what live above' as my dear would say." Just then the youngster seemed to spot something and his exclamation startled the Mercenary. "What the HERE kid?!" Growled Madden tensely.
He peered over the heads of his companions, a task easily accomplished with his height, and spotted a cave like structure with a basin like water supply. A sharp whistle sounded, and Madden bristled carefully, glowering as shapes began to move and coalesce around the cistern. Navjeev was only a few paces ahead, but Madden kept a careful eye on his travelling companion in proximity to these strangers.
“It seems we have company, Prada!” The shape that spoke belonged to some kind of chestnut bird, causing Madden to raise an eyebrow as he gave a head-to-toe glance over, and liked what he saw.
“Six is a crowd if I recall and I think those guys bring us far over that number.” Another one appeared, a raggedy grey unicorn, whose comment made Madden's eyes narrow again as he watched more shapes appear, emerging from the rocks like snakes slithering from their den.
“Come, come, don’t be mean, Rufus, let’s see what they got in store for us." A buckskin with an eyepatch, who was the one who whistled, appeared and Madden's analysis of the group flipped - now that was a solid 10 right there.
“What Niles said." A scarfed common horse spoke, but Madden was a little distracted and barely gave the flaxen a glance, other than cringing immensely and ensuring he kept his eyes away from that blonde hair.
That was when Madden saw the figure that must have been 'Prada' emerge. A hulking cremello hippocampus. Damn. Madden had stumbled on a jackpot! A group of discontented hotties, a pool of water, and relative seclusion. Heck. Yes. This day could go two ways, and would still only get better!
“Greeting travellers” She called, her lip curving into a smile.
"Greetings." Navjeev seemed just as cautious as Madden...okay maybe a little more, but the hulking teen seemed to check himself and await the group.
He was overcome with whether it was his place to talk, but not for long, his caution violently contesting with his flirt factor managed to win out, "Sup," he spoke tersely, his teke glancing over his knives in a demonstrative fashion before it flickered out, "you guys seen any water in there? These folk need a drink, it's been a long few days. 's hot, as you yourselves likely know." He tried to seem a little more chill than he felt, but with so many pairs of eyes on him, and what happened to Farsight, he couldn't help but be on guard, even though the eye-candy was pretty delicious.
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Post by posy-punch on Jan 14, 2019 17:18:49 GMT -6
rynn
vagabond bard
Rynn allowed the hot air to whoosh lightly beneath her wings. The cistern coming into her view at about the same time as it would likely be seen by the rest of the group. She watched the group filter out of the building, then watched as the group she travelled with greeted them, their demeanor tinged with distrust.
“Greetings!” Rynn chirped simply, alighting onto the ground as they greeted the newcomers. Or, perhaps they were the newcomers in this situation. Despite their seeming good will, like Navjeev, Rynn too, nearly immediately felt some type of wariness befall her. Alya, protect us. She whispered, near silently under her breath. Let them be friend rather than foe.
Still, the strangers’ near optimistic greeting of them was… more than off-putting. When Serora was so war-torn, even those Rynn knew had met before had viewed each other with some sort of mistrust. Anyone could be a spy. Anyone could be willing to sell your hide to Aodh. The way these strangers had greeted them put none of her suspicions aside. Madden was the first to really, speak to them, but even he did not step too close to them. Rynn on the other hand… well, she had nominated herself the friendliest of the group, the most optimistic, and so she strode ahead of everyone else, knowing that, in the case she was shocked she could teleport safely out of reach.
“Like my friend has said, we’ve come for water and supplies. Is there any left in this cistern’s stores?” She got straight to the point, careful to keep her tone light. As the eldest in the group, she wanted to be the first to step forward, especially when she was the most able to dodge a quick turn of events. Navjeev and Lucifer should remember her blessing and not raise a fit about her brassiness.
“Perhaps, we can take a look around, rest here even if you do not?” She pressed, peering curiously at the group in search of anything that might give away the notion that they were not who they appeared to be.
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notes:// Rynn is blessed with lvl. 2 teleportation
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Post by Rhaenera on Jan 14, 2019 23:05:37 GMT -6
Isleen;Serora Windracer
One day you'll leave this world behind, So live a life you will remember. "Is that it? Over there!" Finally. Isleen could already feel the water on her tongue even if there were only a sip for each of them. One should never count their crops before they harvest, but she was far too hungry, tired, and thirsty to care about what ifs. The idea the cistern had something- anything, kept her feet moving beneath her.
Strangers. One look in the direction of the cistern showed at least five equines on the horizon. Apart of her wondered if they were simply mirages. Living in Serora all your life you learn to differentiate between mirages and reality, but in times like these, she wasn't sure anymore. It took her the better of a minute to finally realize and accept they were real, and they were walking towards them.
Any other time she'd be more than happy to find others out here. Back in her nomadic days seeing another group meant stories shared and goods traded. Now it could be anything. Aodhian forces, mercenaries working for the other side, anyone else Aodh had paid off. Still, part of her heart jumped at the possibility they were Alya's people, that they'd maybe seen her family.
"They have a windboard," Isleen called out, but quietly as if she didn't want the strangers to quite hear her. A windboard wasn't exactly a key sign they were Serorian or even friendly, but their chances were better.
“Greeting travelers,” Isleen focused on the white hippocampus now, she was bigger than the rest. It was intimidating. Stepping back Isleen let the bigger and less vulnerable of the group speak to the approaching group, least if anything went wrong they could defend them better. She knew the standard self-defense as did most in Serora, but she was rusty. What happens when you don't run into very many situations where it's needed. The days not so long ago that their home was a place of peace.
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Post by unifangs on Jan 15, 2019 20:17:20 GMT -6
Monserrat might have felt relieved in another time when spotting figures out in the distance. Instead they feel their chest tighten a bit, a thousand different scenarios playing out in their head and none of them particularly pleasant if they’re honest with themself. They move to fly to the front of the group, fighting the urge to draw out their staff. Aggression won’t help anything, they tell themself. They draw in a breath and then make a descent. It’s an awkward land, Monserrat nearly tripping over their own hooves practically as they get themself situated. They leave their wings slightly spread, not getting too relaxed as they study each of the faces. “Like the others said.. We’re just looking for water and a safe place to rest,” Monserrat says, “It’s been a long journey under the summer sun.. So at least we could get out from under the heat.” They let their eyes studying the group, attempting to not even let a single movement or motion go unnoticed. Five on six.. We at least have more bodies, they think, taking some comfort in the thought.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 19, 2019 17:28:58 GMT -6
Niles tossed a look over his shoulder as he seemed to try and remember if there was water in the cistern. “Hmmm... yeah. Yeah, there’s still some left in there. Isn’t there, Rufus dear?”
Rufus spat at his comrade. “Don’t call me dear. And yeah, there’s left. Why are you asking, you loose ball of tumbleweed. Who isn’t looking for water these days?”
Niles smiled and winked at the group of horses opposite of them. “Precious water.”
Fink stayed quiet while Wint laughed and paced in place excitedly. She puffed out her feathers. “There’s only enough for us. Come and fight me for it,” the pegasus called.
Prada laughed and shook her head amicably. “It’s true we’re all looking for water these days and my good companions here are right, water is precious. However we’re not unreasonable horses and surely there’s no need for fighting,” she tossed Wint a look, who just stared back innocently. Rufus mumbled something but it was -luckily - unintellegable.
“I’m sure we can find a way for us both to get what we want. Something valuable for something valuable. A trade if you will,” Prada suggested, never dropping the friendly smile.
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Post by Talentha on Jan 22, 2019 22:41:05 GMT -6
Navjeev Fleet Footed Windracer The way this strange group acted put Navjeev on edge. They didn’t seem to get along with each other, and were disorganized. That was scary and unpredictable. They were also on edge, one of them seemed to want to fight, full of energy and just asking for it.
Considering the group had just come out of the Cistern, Navjeev guessed that they had already had their share to drink, especially since the group seemed to have more energy. The large horse of the group, the pale hippocampus, seemed to be their leader, trying to use sweet words. They could be other members of Serora, Navjeev didn’t know everyone, but the actions of the underlings in particular, seemed to be like perhaps they were preying upon those less fortunate. That maybe wasn’t out of the range of a desperate Seroran, but Navjeev got the feeling it was from some Vagabond or someone else trying to scavenge on the downtrodden in war.
He wasn’t the leader of their little group, but he was annoyed, and felt like speaking his mind. Perhaps it was Lucifer’s snarkiness wearing off on him, or the weariness he felt from lack of water, but he snorted a bit in their direction, scoffing.
“You act like you own the water, asking us to trade or fight for it. The cisterns are free for everyone to use. Surely there’s no need for anyone to suffer from dehydration if there is at least a swallow for everyone. Besides, how do we know you won’t attack us once we trade for what you want, or that there is even any left and you’ll just take what we give you and leave?”
Sure the huge draft horse would need more than a swallow, but he got the feeling there was more than they were letting on. It had seemed like this group had been waiting for them. Trying to enact a toll on his group irritated him, but he decided to keep his mouth shut before he said anything else that got him in trouble, leaving the talking for those older and more adept to these circumstances.
He wasn’t keen on trading. He didn’t have much he was willing to give up, weapons and bracers in times of war, saddlebags and other essentials, a cloak to protect his already dark pelt from burning in the heat, and his windboard for travel. He didn’t think many of his other companions had much to trade either. The other option that came to mind was fighting. He admittedly was afraid of that option. He had been a part of raids on Aodh camps, but they were hit and run, deal some damage, hinder the enemy’s supply lines and take what was needed. He had never really been in combat besides training, and he hoped he wouldn’t have to kill anyone.
His mind was working fast though, and he was trying to come up with a dozen different scenarios on what they could possibly do. He had no clue how Rynn and Lucifer were in a fight, and Isleen seemed right out. That left Madden, Monse and himself as the main fighting force. They needed to appear stronger than what they were. He got the inklings of some ideas, but he wouldn’t do anything unless this went south.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 23, 2019 18:05:41 GMT -6
Lucifer
Serora l Windracer
"But he's so beautiful, Such a beautiful disaster"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
Lucifer skidded to a halt as a group of strangers appeared, blocking his way to the cistern. He huffed slightly, his entire body shaking in frustration and desperation as the others caught up. It had been days since he'd actually been able to fully quench his thirst, and he wasn't at all thrilled by the gatekeepers now standing in his way. He listened with growing frustration as the others from his group introduced themselves. They didn't have time for small talk, he needed water. Now. His ears flicked back as the strangers began talking once more, with the one called Prada taking the lead. “It’s true we’re all looking for water these days and my good companions here are right, water is precious. However we’re not unreasonable horses and surely there’s no need for fighting, I’m sure we can find a way for us both to get what we want. Something valuable for something valuable. A trade if you will.” The hippocampus's voice rang out and Lucifer felt his entire being stiffen. Trade? What the hell did the Serorans even have of value, let alone value enough to trade for something like water? “You act like you own the water, asking us to trade or fight for it. The cisterns are free for everyone to use. Surely there’s no need for anyone to suffer from dehydration if there is at least a swallow for everyone. Besides, how do we know you won’t attack us once we trade for what you want, or that there is even any left and you’ll just take what we give you and leave?” Navjeev's voice was the next to pipe up, and Lucifer latched onto his words. If the cistern truly didn't belong to anyone, then strangers or no, he felt no obligation to oblige them. Without a second thought, he tossed the rope he'd been using to pull his wind board aside before melting into his shadow, attempting to slide up past the strangers to get to the cistern on his own. He needed water, and no one was going to keep him from it.
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Post by seechem on Jan 26, 2019 13:38:10 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
......
Navjeev spoke true, for a kid. The cistern was public property, even during war time - especially during war time. Water was a valuable commodity, for sure, but the group was already risking its life hanging around a source of water. Madden was immensely agitated, and scuffed a hoof through the sand, this BLOODY desert!
There was a flicker from the corner of his eye, and where one of his charges had stood, there was nothing but a rope. Madden looked at the space from the corner of his eye for a moment, tensing. He hadn't bothered to ask if anyone in the group was Blessed, he had assumed that if they needed an escort then they were not particularly well versed in combat. But now one of the pipsqueaks had up and vanished. Ignacio darn it all! This was ridiculous. If this cistern was so bloody precious to these people, then they should move on. Yes it would be gruelling and yes they needed the water, but for every second that went by Aodhian soldiers could be closing in, could hear them all arguing, could be converging on the source of water. And even worse, unlike these morons, the Aodhians really would fight them for the water. To the death.
As these angry thoughts flickered by, a strange dark shape seemed to move. Madden blinked, assuming the sand had just rolled in the breeze, but no...the shadows seemed to be rippling a little. Crap. Was someone IN the shadows?! Madden wasn't too sure, and looked at the others, especially Monserrat. He wasn't sure what was going on, but if they wanted him to act, he would need a direct order to. He was under contract, unfortunately.
'A trade' he mused, 'what would a bunch of Serorans have to trade...and what would another group of , presumably Serorans, want to trade for? Water was valuable, food was valuable and weapons were valuable. Well they didn't have much of any of those.' Madden saw the shadows wavering and rippling a little more as it seemed to move closer to the other group. Maybe he could distract them, buy the shadowy shape a chance to get to the water? But then what if they were seen? They would be trapped in the cistern. Madden's brow furrowed tight as he thought. He couldn't afford to mess up again, and especially with so many youngster. DAMN THIS WAR!
"The kid is right," Madden's voice sounded gravelly for want of water, and he quickly cleared his throat, "if you wanna trade, name your terms. But if you wanna fight then there is no point baiting us with a trick." He let his ruby eyes pass over each one of the horses on the opposing side, "Besides, as this one said," he tilted a head towards Navjeev, "it's not like it's really your water any how. So why don't we come to a favourable arrangement for everyone. If we must fight, so be it, but as it is war and supplies are low, then surely a one-on-one would be enough? No use getting everyone hurt out in the middle of nowhere, where the only ones who will hear your screams are the Aodhian soldiers, eh?" Madden hoped this would work, and that he sounded threatening enough for these other horses to take them all seriously. His chest clenched a little at the prospect of a fight. Looking across at the group, and briefly glancing at the shadow, he could feel the tension like a suffocating blanket, smothering him in heat and danger.
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Post by unifangs on Jan 26, 2019 15:18:16 GMT -6
Monserrat nearly chokes when they hear declaration of a trade. Trade!? This wasn’t bartering with foreigners for food, and Monserrat felt their ear twitch back against their skull. All around them they could feel tension emanate from their traveling party. It might become a desperate struggle to keep the unraveling tension together, to soothe the fire before it could actually start. They listen to the others and Monserrat turns their head back to the strangers. “You almost sound like the Aodhians,” Monse says, voice losing abit of its cordiality. “Putting a price on something as vital as water.” They fight the urge to reach back for their staff.. Violence was the inherent answer and they intend to try and ease the situation but when they look around they already see someone has made a move.. Shit As the mercenary speaks Monserrat turns an eye towards them slightly but tries to keep the strangers within their vision, whoever they may be. “We’re all trying survive the hardships war have hit us with,” Monserrat say, “but behaving aggressively or hoarding is not the answer to this situation.” They turn towards the strangers again and this time they pull down their staff. “I don’t believe violence is the solution to this situation but I will have no problem doing what I have to to make sure people get what they need.” They try to sound confident, to strip away the fear from their voice, despite the churning of their stomach and the riot burning in their belly at the mere thought of violence. They are better than this, Serora is better than this.. But even Monse has thirst and instinct wants to squash the remainder of reason.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 29, 2019 17:20:30 GMT -6
Prada sighed. The difficult way. They always picked it for some reason. “No dear,” she said. “Indeed there’s not enough for all. “Did I not pick up Wint here on the verge of dehydratation? Did we not go days without food? Protection? Housing?”
“Worked all my life for this damn herd,” Rufus spat, “only to get scraps.”
Then Lucifer moved and Wint was already jumping. “Heck yes, fight it is,” she called, moving to intercept the hippocampus.
Niles was on his feet. “Don’t be ridiculous, you rasckals. You’re not doing anything till Prada says so.” Even as he said so he was there to help try block the orange one’s path.
Fink squeecked in the back, already on their hoverboard and shaking their head. “We can work something out.”
Prada stomped her hoof, impatient with her own and their visitors. “Enough.” Her nostrils flared, she meant bussines. “What we want is simple. Means for our continued survival. It’s not that you have nothing. Shards. Means of travel,” she nodded at the windsurfer board. “Medicine and food. In rhoughly that order. We would prefer this to go without a hitch as well” She cracked her neck. “But believe me, I will do what it takes as well” Trained a skirmisher and quite formidable in appearance, she had no doubt that they would think twice about attacking, but if not it could be destressing to crush a few skulls.
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Post by Talentha on Feb 1, 2019 18:59:39 GMT -6
Navjeev Fleet Footed Windracer They were complaining, as if they were the only ones that had suffered. Navjeev was growing annoyed at their words, and it could be seen in the way the wind picked up around him, flicking his thick curls around and tossing his feathering. He was not someone to sit around and talk, and he kept shifting his weight from hoof to hoof in impatience.
His eyes noticed his companion’s disappearance into the shadows, and he gave a slight grin, as he knew Lucifer was just like himself. Navjeev’s patience was running thin, and he was just so thirsty.
“How do we know you aren’t lying? How do we know you aren’t just trying to extort us, and then will run the moment we go in for water only to find there is none left? Or just trying to steal our valuables when there is water enough for us all? I am tired of this talk.”
It was then Navjeev came up with a new plan. He would find out what was within the cave, be it a trap, or an empty cistern, or a full one, or perhaps the truth. It was hard to trust anyone now a days, which surprised him, he never used to be this way, but war can make anyone change.
He was going to enter the cistern. With that, the little winds he had been tossing about became more of a full force gale between the two parties. This had two reasons. For one, the sand being tossed around would create more shadows to obscure his hippocampus friend. Second, it would obscure his hoofprints, for while he could run so fast that he could cross water, so fast that he could not be seen or heard, it would still leave a dust trail in his wake. They might assume where he went, but at least it was something.
It didn’t take him long to get a small sand cloud formed, and he dropped his control over the wind. It would take a few moments for it to settle, and in that he turned to his companions. “I’m gonna see if there’s actually water in there.” With that he swiftly took off, dashing into the rocky cistern to see for himself. With any luck, he could take a peek, and return back out before anyone even knew he was gone.
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 3, 2019 20:40:57 GMT -6
Lucifer
Serora l Windracer
"But he's so beautiful, Such a beautiful disaster"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
Lucifer chuckled quietly to himself as he slipped passed one of the horses, complimenting himself at his cleverness. Things changed quickly though when he was spotted. As two of the strangers moved to stop him he came to a sudden halt, flashes of his harrowing experience with the flight assailing his mind. As his trauma revived itself in his mind's eye, Lucifer's body took form once more, leaving him standing only a few inches from the ones called Wint and Niles, though nothing was done to apprehend the young hippocampus, Shaking silently, it was at is if he'd lost his ability to fight or flee, and was instead frozen in place, even in the desert's heat. Reality merged with memory as he stood there, feeling alone, afraid, and utterly useless. Hot tears stung his eyes as they threatened to spill over, dehydrated as he was. Pain surged through his hind leg as the memory of it's shattering overtook him, forcing him to his knees. Shame and fear burned its way through him, eroding away at his pride as he waited for the inevitable, missing entirely Navjeev's daring escapade as he zipped off towards the cistern without a second thought.
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Post by Rhaenera on Feb 4, 2019 0:29:27 GMT -6
Isleen;Serora Windracer
One day you'll leave this world behind, So live a life you will remember. “I’m sure we can find a way for us both to get what we want. Something valuable for something valuable. A trade if you will,”
Those lineswere all too familiar to Isleen, something along the lines of what the Breimians had said with the same unnerving smile and reassuring comments. Like they had nothing to lose. Isleen had hated it enough from Breim, having to beg and scrape through every little thing Serora had very little to give. Now their own herd mates demanded the same things, a trade for basic needs of Survival. Selfishly withholding it from their own people. This was not what Serora Values were. It frustrated her. Had these horses forgotten everything they had learned, or did they not care?
Besides, they had nothing to give. It didn'tt seem like anybody caught outside the Oasis really had planned to be walking in the sun for Gods knew how long. Maybe they were all going to die anyway. The thought stung at Isleen's eyes. Even if they managed to trade for the water how did they know it would matter. How did they even know if anything was there with how these horses were acting, maybe they were just tricking them to get stuff, after all, they all seemed somewhat better off than the rest of them.
Isleen stood quiet, listening to the conversation between the two groups. The mercenary's quip about Aodhian soldiers sank her heart, Mon's snark about the strangers being Aodhians left her Anxious. It wasn't that she'd not already been thinking about the war that obviously involved Aodh, but all this time she'd never imagined a reality she would actually encounter them. That she'd get caught to be killed or enslaved. Maybe at the hooves of these equines. She settled herself with what reason she could think of. If they were Aodhians they would have already attacked, so these horses had to just be Selfish Serorians. As bad as that still was.
The various comments from the group ahead of them irked her, everything they said worked further to defy their Herd's caring values. She wasn't as old as to try and break through their formation like Lucifer who was already cut off, but The timid little thing couldn't handle not trying to remind them. "We all work for this Heard, Every day. We are supposed to do our part to supply for our brothers and sisters. A family that works together to survive." She looked at Rufus, so rude to dare say working for the herd deserved them anything special. Continuing with determination on her breath. "We are all dehydrating, left without shelter and food for days. There are no doubt several of our own that are serving Aodh now. You would risk the survival of what little of us are left out here because we have nothing to give? Have you forgotten who we are? We are not Breim, we are not Aodh. We are Serora and we take care of each other. If you turn us away you are worse than the enemy, turned on their own people."
By the time she finished her little speech of rightousness, she was standing taller, bolder. Sure of what she said was truth and if it meant nothing to them, nothing would. Even if they weren't Aodhians, they weren't Serorians.
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Post by seechem on Feb 4, 2019 16:35:10 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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And just like that peace went up in smoke. Shit.
Who did this group think they were? Like they all hadn't suffered from the war? Like they all didn't have their own problems? With a furious snort Madden was happy to accept that this band had brought a fight on themselves for behaving so passive-aggressively. Bargaining for resources? If they wanted to come off like Aodhians, they were about to be treated like them.
The big one zoomed off, just like Nero, and headed for the cistern. Madden let out a low growl, his teke clenching onto his throwing knives. He could, oh he could so easily-but he hesitated. Monserrat was in command, and he ground his teeth as he looked for a reason to act without direction. His job was to protect them, and he wasn't going to fail again.
"You would risk the survival of what little of us are left out here because we have nothing to give? Have you forgotten who we are? We are not Breim, we are not Aodh. We are Serora and we take care of each other. If you turn us away you are worse than the enemy, turned on their own people." Isleen's grating optimism caused Madden's throat to constrict. She was right, it wasn't fair. They should be treating each other with respect. But that just wasn't what was happening.
Madden's eye trained onto Lucifer, the little rat that had made a dash without asking. Two of the ruffians had advanced on Lucifer's shadow form, and Madden was surprised to see the kid materialise. 'What's he doing?!' Madden snarled, biting hard onto his lip, his knives hovering in the air around him carefully, 'Is he trying to get himself captured or killed?!' Farsight. Madden gripped his blades hard, squaring himself as he watched Lucifer like a hawk.
"Monserrat," he tried to speak calmly, but his teeth were grinding sharply, "do I need to step in?" He wanted to, By Ignacio he wanted to get into the thick of it. But he had been insubordinate in the past and it had cost him Farsight, one of Serora's own. The guilt and subsequent responsibility hung heavily around his shoulders.
Then Lucifer was on his knees, his back to Madden. What had happened? Had they attacked? Was he injured? Madden's temper flared, "Monserrat." He snarled more urgently, his anger trained on the two advancing horses. He had to get the kid out of there.
The roan mercenary took a step forward, overtaking Monserrat by a pace or two, so that he was inching tentatively closer to Lucifer, glaring daggers at the opposing side, throwing knives spinning carefully around him. He waited for the go word, and would not hesitate a second.
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Post by posy-punch on Feb 6, 2019 2:22:37 GMT -6
rynn
vagabond bard
“Don’t kill them. That would make us no better than they.” Rynn says finally, glancing to Monserrat and Madden. “Nor injure them, even chase them back into the desert. It is a death sentence no matter how it happens.” The pegasus turns her eyes back to the Serorans holding the cistern hostage. Her ears swivel at Isleen’s implore. She is not even Seroran and yet, she had made her effort towards their war.
Rynn’s gaze flicked to where Lucifer stood shaking. She didn’t want to step in to see if he was all right. Didn’t want to call more attention to his panic. She then watched as Navjeev hurried into the cistern, a mere dash of hyper speed and he was gone. She could teleport inside, she was sure, but she stayed put, her hooves planted to the ground.
“I can offer some shards, I’m sure.” She’d made decent money with her stories in the vagabond circles she’d met so far, but everyone was low on the necessities… she did not have that much to give. “We can also offer another group. You’re welcome to travel with us elsewhere. It will help protect us all from the slavers.” She said smoothly. “I’m sure we can find water elsewhere and that there is enough to tide everyone over here… until we can find some more.”
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notes:// Rynn is blessed with lvl. 2 teleportation
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Post by moonlightwalk on Feb 6, 2019 9:19:36 GMT -6
Stubborn fools. Prada had had enough. Wint was popping into the cavern, where one of the others had pushed towards. There was water indeed, though much or not was up for debate. "Can we fight now?" the eager mare called, grinning at Najeev.
Niles eyed the hippocampus, no longer concerned about him passing by. "Think this one is broken," he muttered, trying to see if he had anything valuable on him he could snatch.
Prada cracked her neck, looking directly at Isleen. The runt had managed to push her buttons. "My family is dead, dead because I was fighting for you lot rather than protecting my own. Providing for my own," she snarled.
"The hard way?" Rufus asked and Prada nodded and he smirked now. never having been one for being polite. "Law of the land, winners survive."
Inside the cavern Wint let out an excited screech, as she along the rest of them jumped forwards, ready to snatch whatever they could. Fink hoovered around nervously, ears flat and keeping a nervous eye on the rest of their group.
(Tldr: The group is going for any valuables your characters might have. Prime target is the hover-board as well as Rynn for mentioning she has shards, they're aiming to take, but will not hesistate to use force. Horses with a trained eye in battle will notice Prada having quite some battle practise below her belt and displaying classical skirmisher techniques and while Rufus has unpredictable and back-handed battle techniques)
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Post by Talentha on Feb 6, 2019 12:19:48 GMT -6
Navjeev Fleet Footed Windracer As Nav stepped into the cistern, he noticed the water level didn’t seem to be a whole lot. It wasn’t plentiful enough for everyone to have their fill and then some, but if they stretched it, everyone should be able to get a bit out of it he reckoned. Dipping his head down, he took a swallow, the sweet clear tasting liquid running down his throat was a godsend, and he sent a prayer to Ayla that they had fond some. Noticing Lucifer at the front of the cave, he went up to guide the smaller horse down. “Come on, your fins are so dry, you need it more than I.” He smiled a bit at his unintended rhyme, but his mirth was cut short as he heard commotion outside. “Shit.”
Navjeev’s anger as he listened to the strangers grew. From the way the big hippocampus talked, he wasn’t a Seroran, rather probably a Vagabond who had tried to help in this war. This was that way of getting back at the Seroran’s. Tat settled it. Nav had been hoping to give them the benefit of a doubt, but he wasn’t going to any longer.
The wind gathered around him. “Stay safe.” he said to his smaller friend. He had no clue if Lucifer was any good at fighting, but now he knew his skills were about to be tested. He had full control over the air, and he used it like weapons, like blades, like whips, starting at the idiot that had decided to step into the cave after them. If they took anything from his companions, his family, he would chase them down with his hyper speed and take it back. “Winners survive eh?” With that he struck with the wind he had held in his grasp, intending to push them back and join the fray.
“Going against us is like an act of war itself. For Serora! For Alya!” The great horse yelled out, prepared to trample someone if they got too close.
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Post by unifangs on Feb 6, 2019 15:08:25 GMT -6
Monse can feel everything unravel, and they cant help but feel anger boil in their chest.. Both at these strangers and the wards tucked under their care. Two teenagers sent everything spiraling out of control and they watch any hope of peaceful resolution completely come undone. Monserrat feels nothing but disappointment and then their eyes turn to Madden. “Given two of our companions already have,” Monserrat says as their teeth grind together. “Act in defense.. Let’s aim to drive out and not to maim or kill.” They pull out their staff and flare out their wings. Isleen speaks and Monserrat aches at the mare’s sentiment, aches at the truth there and it burns in their belly to see their own herd fighting amongst themselves. “This didn’t need to end in violence!” They bark at the hoarders but their eyes can’t help but turn to Navjeev then Lucifer. Brash and careless disregard for their companions had costed them a peaceful resolution.. But it’s too late to mend the decisions of reckless teenagers. Anger is an unfamiliar emotion to them, but war has already introduced many new unpleasant things to the fury whether they like it or not. Monserrat moves towards Prada, using their hyperspeed and tries to close distance between them. They lift their staff and aim to strike towards her and despite their dehydration and their exhaustion, they put every ounce of force they have in them.
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Post by seechem on Feb 8, 2019 14:24:26 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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The red roan ground his teeth hard as he heard the jeering group, "Think this one is broken.", "Can we fight now?" They were asking for it, and every bone in Madden's body urged him to act. That's when their leader spoke, her eyes narrowing on Isleen, who Madden instinctively sidestepped towards, snorted and flared his nostrils defensively. "My family is dead," the pale mare began, her eyes narrowing dangerously, "dead because I was fighting for you lot rather than protecting my own. Providing for my own." Madden's heart fluttered a little, the sad truth of war echoing in his ears, like a familiar bad memory. Like family past. If he had been stronger... But this was different. Serora WAS family. They looked after each other. Madden steeled his resolve, but didn't move an inch, his muscles straining a little at the effort of staying still.
"The hard way?" A voice piped up, and Madden zeroed in on the little bastard. The raggedy looking unicorn. "Law of the land, winners survive." Asking for death? At a time like this? Even Madden was a little disgusted by this apparent disregard for life.
Rynn spoke up, her words raking down Madden's fraying nerves like daggers, “Don’t kill them. That would make us no better than they. Nor injure them, even chase them back into the desert. It is a death sentence no matter how it happens.” He felt her presence a little beside him and Monserrat, but just gave her a firm glare, before turning his attention to the 'leader'.
He felt Monserrat's eyes fall on him, and his own ruby ones turned to meet them, "Given two of our companions already have. Act in defence... Let’s aim to drive out and not to maim or kill.” The mercenary sharply nodded as the pegasus surged towards the seeming leader of the opposing band.
Madden turned his own attention to the group storming towards them. Isleen was just behind him, and Madden wasn't sure of her fighting ability so kept himself between her and them. First, he thought calculatingly, he needed to disable those that had fighting abilities. Spinning one of his throwing knives, he aimed at the ground ahead of the oncoming barrage and threw. Mons had said hurt, not kill, so he hoped this would at the very least intimidate them. He eyed those in his charge and snorted furiously that they were not all closer together. The opposing group seemed to be ignoring Lucifer, so Madden moved to stand between them and the two mares.
"I wouldn't try it, lads." Madden called loudly, locking his stance with the other five blades circling freely beside him, "You're not particularly well armed, and while I wouldn't mind a little blood shed, I think you're out of your league. So I'd just back off." He hoped this was threatening enough and that the others had the sense to avoid too much conflict. Madden could handle it, sure, but he hated having to watch four-plus others with limited fighting skills of their own. Nonetheless, he was ready to defend his comrades no matter what it took. A bit of smirk drew itself across his lips as the adrenaline began to pound through him, he was practically humming with anticipation for a fight.
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