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Post by brandvandet on Dec 31, 2018 0:45:13 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 703: Conference Call Team Leaders: Nero Participants: Ashitash, Coronach, Ehren, Jack, Ra, Sesil. 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 separation, both the Saviors and the Mullahs have been without their usual guidance from the Prophet. On the outside, Jack has been provided with an amulet imbued with Astral Projection and the old prophet, Jordell, is on hand to facilitate if the connection is broken. After months of no contact, surely the group has a lot to talk about? Location: Oasis/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 Zookcan on Jan 3, 2019 18:11:53 GMT -6
ASHITASH
"Sometimes we need to be reminded of where we're at in the world."
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"Can't believe we're actually doin' this. Frankly I'm amazed ol' Jack's still in one piece!" Her lips were pursed on her snout and slanted, brows furrowed in a bewildered fashion. Like her fellow colleagues, she had been summoned out from the feeble little tent that was all that was left of her base of operations, upon word that Jordell might have found a way to communicate with the herd's prophet, who was stuck outside the Oasis. So, she had left Grault in her tent with some hare bones to gnaw on, hopeful that the dumb lizard would stay put and stay out of trouble. She ensured that her succulents were watered, and her herbs well out of reach before departing to meet with the others who shared her field.
Now Ashitash wasn't magic savvy. Magic potions had never been of any help to her or her parents, and voodoo and witchcraft all sounded like a bunch of hoo-hah to her. Medicine was a genre in the book of science, so she met the idea of an amulet granting Astral Projection to a horse to being a little bit sketchy. Did she openly admit it? For once, no -- as crazy as it sounded to the mare, she knew that the herd needed guidance. Faiths have been tested by the recent events which her people toiled over the many months, and it was not like the Oasis had everything she needed to do her tasks dutifully and easily. There were some resources she was in desperate need of restocking.
"Afternoon, afternoon, how are we," When she makes it to her colleagues, Ashitash greets with a nod of the head and a stamp of muddied hooves, horseshoes caked in dirt from her busy trek. "Ra, good to see you out n' about. What've we got, folks?"
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Post by purrsain on Jan 4, 2019 0:14:21 GMT -6
 Ehren Savior
Ehren looked back in the direction of his tent nervously. He had left his adopted son, Tumble back at their tent, all by himself. Leaving tumble alone most of the time ends up with him mildly hurting himself or something broken in the tent, sometimes both. Shaking his head free of the worry, Ehren turned back to watch the road a head of him to make sure he wouldn’t trip. If he’s being honest with himself though he will still probably trip, even though he’s looking where he’s going.
Looking ahead of him he could see the start of a small group forming to where his fellow saviors had been summoned by Jordell, the prophet, whom Ehren has heard of but has yet to actually meet. There was talk of a possible amulet with astral projection imbued to it that could be used to talk to those outside the Oasis. He’s heard about items imbued with blessings, but never has he actually seen one in action.
Ehren shifted his wings as he approached the group, extending one slightly too far down he accidentally tripped himself over it. Stumbling forward Ehren caught himself before he made a huge fool of himself in front of the others; he slightly ruffled his feathers a bit and adjusted his wings on his back so they were out of the way, hopefully.
He nodded his head with a shy smile at the mare he vaguely recognized as a fellow savior, Ashitash he believed was her name, as she greeted everyone. Looking around at the others who had already arrived he recognized most of them from seeing them around the Oasis. “I’m honestly not sure what we’ve got, word from Jordell was that there was an imbued amulet of sorts, that could possibly let us talk to the others?” Ehren said shyly to the group, looking up at all of them as he realized he was the smallest one there.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jan 4, 2019 7:57:09 GMT -6
Ra
Mullah | Serora
"Oh, Icarus!
For all you have fallen, still you flew!
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Post by seechem on Jan 4, 2019 9:54:07 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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He had been pottering around his tent when the news came. His focus entirely directed on a book he had managed to salvage, only to read the news that he, along with the other Saviours and Mullahs, was needed by the old Prophet Jordell. Throwing on a light cloak, the blue roan bundled up Poppea and headed out. The sandcat nestled in against his neck, curled in his hood, as the pair wove through the Oasis to the tent allocated for the meeting.
Nero was anxious to see the other Saviours again, the slight tinge of regret still pulsing through him after the incident with Golgotha. Try as he might, he couldn't seem to escape these mistakes he kept making. On those thoughts, he sent a quick prayer to Alya that perhaps he could prove himself to Her again.
It wasn't long before he spotted the gathering, half-a-dozen of Serora's Saviours and Mullahs were stood at the tent. He looked at the notice in his coppery teke once more, just to clarify, before approaching the group. None were familiar to him, though he had seen Sesil's name on the list of those who would be attending, and he knew of the Saviour in passing. The others were strangers. That eased his worries a lot, he hoped they hadn't heard about his foolishness as he stepped up.
"Afternoon, afternoon, how are we?" A mare chortled brightly. Nero bristled a little at her over optimistic demeanour, but maintained his cool façade.
"Ra," the first mare spoke up again, Nero hiding a little startle by pretending he was just walking around, looking at the tent, the others. He kept his ears pinned back; missing the words passed between the two until the zebra striped mare spoke again, "What've we got folks?"
“I’m honestly not sure what we’ve got, word from Jordell was that there was an imbued amulet of sorts, that could possibly let us talk to the others?” A small voice spoke up. This one seemed as outwardly nervous as Nero was internally, and the roan gave a slight nod of greeting in the stallion's direction.
Nero scanned around for Jordell, and spied the old Prophet approaching the tent they were gathering around, their pale dreads tied back with turquoise gems, their eyes half lidded in the heat. They were still a few paces off, and Nero watched them carefully as he was as eager as the others to get to the bottom of things.
"It would seem," Nero started, returning his attention to his peers, "that we will be able to let our Prophet know how everyone fairs inside the Oasis, and he can tell us how those trapped outside are fairing." The roan straightened a little, still uncomfortable around so many new faces, "So, what news do we have to bring him?" Nero knew a few things that he should say, but the tightness in his chest made him hesitate and await the words of the others.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2019 13:00:20 GMT -6
Sesil | Vagabond | Harbinger
He was used to long stretches of hard soil and sparse growth of dry foliage. To sprawling dunes of sand and jagged rock eroded by the wind, the sky his only witness. Between caring for his patients Sesil’s life consisted of quiet travel to and from, nomadic journeys that held nothing but the sound of his hooves and own breathing for days on end. Contact was mostly sporadic. Company was quiet.
Some days it took everything to not go mad in the Oasis. No matter where he looked the Wall they had risen still stood, a grand white monolith, always within his peripheral vision. Looming. Everywhere he went there were people, large amounts huddled and herded together at a loss for what to do. It had taken them a while to get everything organized, to hesitantly get settled into a life that was constantly questioned as to how long it would last. A routine was comforting for many. There was fear, insecurity, questions that went unanswered yet were constantly asked. About the walls. Their future, their homes. Loved ones sealed outside. Those questions had turned into rumors, turning different and grotesque everytime they passed someone’s teeth.
He had spend his days carefully tending to the weak, the sick, to ply those with words who needed and deserved to hear it the most. Of promise. Of rebuilding into something new. Suggesting to pay gratitude, for there was another deity listening. Spent them with Otto not far. He spent his days perhaps carefully attempting to remedy the mistakes he had made, patch the trust he had broken, prove himself dependable. And when they confided, he listened.
That Jack has survived is some of the few bites of news that Sesil had gotten from the outside world in weeks, and when Jordell calls upon their presence, he obliges. Reintegrating with the other Saviors and the Mullah’s seems like the right choice - he has a facade to keep. The sombre Harbinger arrives with slow swaying step, white cloth wrapped around his neck and his saddlebags strapped to his shoulder.
“So, what news do we have to bring him?”
Sesil glances at Nero, the young roan Savior who glances at his fellows with straight stance that betrays more confidence than his voice does. He knows him, though it is perhaps only in passing. It is a familiar face in a collection of endlessly many.
“That we are safe.” he rumbles, “That the walls hold strong. We can’t get out and they can’t get in. That some supplies are stretching thin, working tirelessly before it has a chance to regrow.”
He pauses, his face impassive. Constructs words some genuine, some a farce.
“That the herd looks out for one another the way we always has. Within these walls, Serora stands. We wish to know what waits beyond.”
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 4, 2019 13:15:53 GMT -6
Jack
Prophet We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
  
x | x Staring down at the trinket held firmly in his teke, Jack could hardly recall who had shoved it into his grasp in the first place. Perhaps cardinal, or even their sultan, he could not recall. All he knew was that it would allow him to talk to those inside the Oasis shield, those trapped. He wondered what was worse; trapped for an unknowable amount of time with a looming army hanging over their heads.The hopes and fears of the Serorans trapped in a stifling bubble. Outside, one could almost pretend that their life of travel and journeys had never really been halted, aside from the bands of soldiers that threatened them with every step. They were free in a sense, but everything tying them down to this land, their family and friends, had either been destroyed or locked behind walls. Two sides of the same coin.
With apprehension slowly building in his gut, Jack stretched the leather string that held the amulet and carefully set it over his head. Selfishly, he wondered if he would be able to speak to Embryss with the power within after all was said and done with those inside the Oasis. She was blessed with astral projection, and though they had been separated for weeks she still called to him, weaker and weaker. The use of her holy blessing had staggered her energy and power, and Jack worried constantly that she would overdo it one day, overstep her limit and falter. He kept the thought of her safe, with Cardinal and the others close to his heart.
Taking a deep breath, Jack glanced at the few warders around him, nodding at the leader before closing his eyes and calming his mind as he had been instructed to do. This would be taxing, he knew, using the full force of a blessing, even if it was through a medium. He had been warned, too long with his mind away from his body and the two could become lost from each other.
But he needed to talk to the Serorans, needed to know what was happening and spread the word.
He focused on Jordell’s aura, his mind and body and willed his own conscious to seek him out. With a sharp intake of breath, Jack opened his eyes and looked at those suddenly standing before him "It worked," he breathed.
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Post by Zookcan on Jan 4, 2019 16:02:13 GMT -6
ASHITASH
"Sometimes we need to be reminded of where we're at in the world."
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"Ooph, don't hurt yourself, mate." She squeezed an eye shut when a sable horse with wings of dull color took a rather graceless tumble as his entrance, stifling a laugh that really wanted to come out. Despite any looks from her comrades, the casual smile on her lips does not falter. In her eyes, there was nothing remotely dire about their current situation. They might just be able to strike up a conversation with their higher up--to her, this was a fortunate situation.
Now, if those ash-spreading, scale-worshipping Aodhians happened to find Jack in the middle of the conversation...then she would have the right to be concerned. None of them knew how dangerous life was beyond the barrier currently. For the herd's sake, she hoped that they wouldn't find out any time soon. Though resources were growing thinner by the day and paranoia was spreading faster, at least they had had time to consider a plan of action.
 A large ear flicks in Sesil's direction, listening to the information he provides when Jordell emerges. In silent agreement, a nod of the head is provided every few moments. "While I can't say for the entirety of the herd, I will add that several horses are growing more and more paranoid. We might be safe from those fire fucks, but I have had several patients remark that they feel...a growing sense of hopelessness, I guess? Paranoia? It's a mad house. And unfortunately, I'm much better at fixing broken legs, not, not broken hearts."
Her lips purse thoughtfully then, ears flat with displeasure. 'Pretty soon if this keeps up, neither will I be able to do that properly,' She tacks on in her thoughts. "So how does this thing work? Is there supposed to be a chant or something we use? Or a magic spell or -- OH ALYA'S WINGS, HOLY SHIT!"
She bristles when a new figure takes shape, and manifests in the center of their little circle, in the form of the prophet himself. Amber eyes wide as saucers, the striped mare gives herself a moment to collect herself. "Good gods! It actually works! It's ol' Jack!" _________________________________________________________
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jan 4, 2019 18:48:43 GMT -6
Ra
Mullah | Serora
"Oh, Icarus!
For all you have fallen, still you flew!
And for a moment, the sun knew you too."
The Mullah barely pays the new arrivals much attention as they approach, only flashing a smile in each of their directions. That was all she could really muster at the moment; after all, her attention was needed somewhere else.
"Of course it's a mad house. There's only so long someone can go cramped up together in a space like this." Ra snorts, not really directing her words towards anyone in particular, more of less speaking towards the open air around her. "Hopefully this... This... Whatever this is, this amulet, works. And maybe that will give the people some form of hope. IT does seem to be running thin at the moment."
It felt like one of those 'blink and you miss it' moments. Ra's mouth couldn't help but fall open in shock, ruby eyes going wide in shock and awe. "By the goddesses!" She exclaims, subconsciously taking a tiny step forward towards the transparent appearance of the Prophet. "It's Jack! It worked... By the goddesses, it worked!" Ra just couldn't contain the excitement laced in her voice, a warm smile turning up the corners of her lips.
As she stares in awe, Ra feels a bud of hope flourish in her chest. This was good. This was a start.
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Post by Maelorom on Jan 5, 2019 4:31:07 GMT -6
Coronach | Mullah
Coronach knew they were late, there was just this niggling voice in their head that told them they wouldn't be there on time. And of course the voice was right, Coronach knew better than to doubt the spirits. They descended slowly into place just outside the group, the spirits muttering and hissing orders around them. A young mare whispered in their ear the names of those present and where they stood. Clearly in life she had known them somehow, her face showed a sorrowful smile of recognition as she looked at them. Coronach nodded in respectful greeting to each of them, "My apologies for my lateness" they muttered apologetically. Once their voice had been far louder, but the fear of news from the outside quelled their commanding tone. They couldn't help but feel a sinister anxiety about the state of the herd outside the Oasis. They did not want to imagine the horrors of war that may have occurred beyond the Oasis, to the people they loved. Everyone else sounded relaxed, of course there was no way to read their body language, but the groups breathing sounded regular and calm, their voices steady and soothing. They listened to the group, letting their anxiously pattering heart calm.
Sesil's words were comforting, but Coronach was highly aware that there was more to their situation within the Oasis than Sesil was letting on. Ashitash's story of her patients paranoia was uncomfortably true, Coronach had become increasingly aware of the slow surge of fear and hopelessness among their own patients. Day-by-day it became harder to keep the lights of hope aflame in their people. They nodded in solemn agreement with her maintaining their silence, their ears twitching as they listened intently to the changing conversation.
"It's Jack! It worked..." the exclamations of surprise from the group caused them to start for a moment, they had never seen astral projection at work. Was Jack there among them now? The spirits around them clearly saw someone new among the gathered. Their quiet voices assured Coronach that Jack was present and they turned their subtly fearful attention to the Prophet.
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Post by purrsain on Jan 5, 2019 11:23:36 GMT -6
Ehren Savior Ehren blushed furiously when he heard Ashitash comment on his clumsiness, “Yes, I have also had patients tell me of their concerns about being stuck in here. Many of them are restless and come for herbs to soothe their nerves and help them sleep. I’ve had to limit the number of herbs I give though, the stocks are running low.” He added to the present conversation quietly.
As the rest of the group was chatting amongst themselves Ehren noticed something flickering next to them, it seemed like illusion at first but then it took a clearer form. His eyes widened in amazement when he realized what it was. “Well I’ll be damned it actually worked! Jack actually got it to work! This is amazing.” He spoke louder than he originally intended to. He heard several other shouts of amazement from the other citizens in the group, all just as amazed as he was. Never before had they seen anything like this happen.
There in front of the group of Saviors and Mullahs, was Jack, his form was ghost like due to the astral projection. “How are things faring out there Jack?” He questioned the prophet hesitantly. Hopefully everyone was okay out there, thinking of some of his family members who are stuck outside the Oasis.
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Post by seechem on Jan 5, 2019 17:26:27 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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A rumbling voice made Nero jump to attention, his ears swivelling to meet the voice of Sesil.
“That we are safe. That the walls hold strong. We can’t get out and they can’t get in. That some supplies are stretching thin, working tirelessly before it has a chance to regrow.” Carefully, Nero nodded. Having met the stallion's eyes, he turned to the others. Ashitash shared that her patients had been becoming increasingly anxious and paranoid; Nero had noticed a similar trend in his own patients. It almost made his skin crawl with anticipation, that the answers of what was going on could soon be theirs.
Then just as Jordell approached, the elder greeting the group of Mullahs and Saviours, there was a flash of dark teal energy. Nero skittered backwards a few paces in surprise to the accompaniment of "Oh Alya's wings, holy shit!" and "By the Goddess!" It took him a moment to steady himself, Poppea having hissed fiercely before diving deeper into the folds of the cloak. Recognition dawned among the group that it was just Jack, and once Nero had steadied his nerve he was pleasantly surprised by the apparition. Jack was phantasmal and appeared almost as though real, but instead consisted of a haze of energy.
"Prophet." Nero marvelled, his mind reeling as it only wanted to understand about the amulet and the Blessing and the imbuement and how it felt and how to use it and - but their time with the amulet was likely limited and draining on the Prophet. Jordell was stood a few paces away, seemingly undisturbed by the apparition and calmly waiting to see if their assistance was needed.
"It worked." Jack spoke gently, and Nero gently approached so he was back amongst the group again.
"Jack." he half whispered, still quite awestruck by the spectre before him. He heard someone asking how those outside were doing and carefully paused to allow the Prophet to speak before asking, "How are the people?" he felt his jaw clench as the bitter reality of their limited supplies and access suddenly felt tangible, like a weight on his shoulders. "Has the Sultan left any instruction as to what should be done now?" The last question seemed almost hollow, even to Nero. In war he understood communication was limited at best, but he hoped fiercely that there was some kind of plan or salvation for them.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 15, 2019 20:02:06 GMT -6
Jack
Prophet We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
x | x Still amazed that the amulet had actually worked, Jack looked on towards the others, a grin brushing his features. With the new (but happy) panic going through them, Jack waited patiently as each made their own statement of awe, eyes wide and gazing at Jack as if he really were a ghost. Ash’s exclamation almost made him laugh, but he held it down merely nodding his head at them. Ehren was the first to step forward, questions ablaze in his eyes and rightly so. Opening his mouth to speak, Jack turned his head as Nero stepped forward and questioned him as well, a new nervousness settling in Jack’s stomach.
He was the one outlet that the people in the Oasis had to speak to the world outside, more specifically the amulet that was situated around his real-self’s neck. Jack took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Should he tell them that their home had been obliterated?
“Things are… bad out here, but i'm sure you all could figure that,” he smiled sadly “There are small bands of us running around, trying to out maneuver the army of Aodh. I’ve split with the others for now, the councillors and sultan,” he licked his lips “I do not know where they are right now... B-But I pray that they are safe, they have to be.” though his voice wavered, his gaze was asure, eyebrows knitted together. “Our words were quick but Baram wants us to stay strong, to remember our ties to our land and the stars and that Alya will do what is best for her people.We do not know how to enter the Oasis, our how to bring down the barrier but we must stay strong. Aodh may doubt us but Serora will always prevail...but” Swallowing, Jack closed his eyes
“Osulas has been destroyed.”
Jack looked to Jordell, finding solace in his teachers gaze “We… the council, Baram. We knew that the army would ransack our home, use our tunnels and provisions to sustain their own army,” he shook his head, squeezing his eyes at the thought of the painful discussion. “Embryss called upon a great meteor shower and rained down upon our ancestral home.”
“I’m sorry”
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Post by Zookcan on Jan 16, 2019 11:13:54 GMT -6
ASHITASH
"Sometimes we need to be reminded of where we're at in the world."
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"Is this everyone then?" Ashitash grunts as Coronach makes their way to the circle. "We ain't missin' anyone else?" She gives Jordell a look for confirmation, and an ear flicks toward Nero before finally dividing her full attention to the prophet who had materialized before them. "Jacky boy, I think there was at least little piece in all of us that was worried about you." She then looks to the others around her, expecting nods in agreement.
The mare keens her head to one side, round ears focusing forward and a shoed hoof propped to rest while she listens. Up until this point, Ashitash had had hopes regarding the city, and the possibility of ever returning in order to gather the resources they needed, but all within a few words spoken by Jack, those hopes are finally snuffed out. That feeling of disappointment and concern becomes clear on her face as the emotions become real; her eyes narrow, and her smile falls into a frown. "... Damn." Ashitash hisses quietly. If she could, she would have slapped her hoof to her forehead.
"Well, at least the fire fucks can't get to it. But that also means that any of the resources we might have stored there are also gone to us." It was a sacrifice that needed to be made, she supposed. The Aodhians were greedy horses, and even if her herd would have gotten to the city first, there was no doubt in her mind that tenacious chevaliers would overrun it, and make use of any horse or resource that they would find. "The good news is, our enemies can't get in this place. The bad news is, we can't get out. We don't know if there is a way out. And I'm guessin' that if Aodh can't get in, you certainly can't either. Now I don't know about you guys, but my resources are starting to grow thin. " She would look to her colleagues for further input.
"Just tell us you're doing this someplace safe, Jack. That you're someplace their warriors won't find you?" While getting the opportunity to speak with their prophet was nice, she could only hope Jack wasn't sacrificing his own safety by doing so. "Have you seen any?"
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jan 17, 2019 9:45:32 GMT -6
Ra
Mullah | Serora
"Oh, Icarus!
For all you have fallen, still you flew!
And for a moment, the sun knew you too."
Ra's awe soon turns into something serious; the joy etched onto her face morphing and twisting into concentration, determination -- the time for joyous exclaims was done; at least for now anyway.
Though, even behind her now colder expression, there's a flicker of hope burning inside her chest; growing bigger and bigger just at the sight of the Prophet; his appearance fanning the flames. But, she should have known better than to let herself think that there was some good out there... Out there where the Aodhians ran a muck, taking -- or at least doing their best to take -- what was not theirs. (Ra, well, she was never one to anger quickly... But this... This was up there.)
"Osulas has been destroyed."
"By the goddesses." A breath she had realized she had been holding onto escapes from her lips, red eyes going wide in shock. Destroyed. That was one hell of a word. Her mouth goes dry, searching for something, anything to say... Ra finds none. None that are good enough to express her pain, her concern.
She only nods her head along to what Ashitash has said. At least the Aodhians couldn't get to it now; if their resources couldn't aid the natives then they sure as hell shouldn't be able to aid those... What did Ashitash call them? Fire fucks?
Ra finds herself smiling; a sadden smile but a smile nonetheless.
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Post by purrsain on Jan 17, 2019 17:55:15 GMT -6
Ehren Savior Ehren’s mouth dropped open in shock when he heard the words that left Jacks mouth. Osulas had been destroyed. Their home was gone. He thought to himself, how would his family take the news, that their home had been destroyed, surely it wouldn’t be well. But at least it’s better than their home being taken by the Aodhians. It was an absolutely necessary sacrifice, for the safety of the herd.
They needed to find a way to get out of the Oasis. Their supplies are running low already; he needed to find a way to treat people without using supplies up. Turning his attention back to the prophet’s fuzzy form in front of them he listened to the rest of his words.
“Just as Ashitash said, my supplies are also growing thinner and thinner as the days pass.“ He added to Ashitash’s previous statement. Ehren closed his eyes in a silent prayer to Alya for help in this time of need.
“Hopefully everyone is safe despite the destruction of Osulas. That includes you Jack. Please tell us you are somewhere safe.” Ehren spoke worriedly. The last thing they needed was to have their prophet get attacked as he was attempting to give them information.
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Post by seechem on Jan 18, 2019 18:57:33 GMT -6
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N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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His heart fluttered for a moment as he waited in anticipation of the news. Be it good or bad, Nero was just anxious to know how the war faired...how everyone faired.
Ashitash spoke brightly to the Prophet, explaining how all of them had worried for him, and Nero had to admit he had felt quite lost without their spiritual leader, and gave a curt nod of agreement to the mare's kind words for Jack.
"Things are bad here." The words made Nero's chest clench, and he waited with baited breath, "I've split with the others for now, the councillors and sultan. I do not know where they are right now...But I pray that they are safe, they have to be." Despite the lack of physical presence, Nero could sense the nerves radiating off of Jack, his hesitation and flickering gaze, his stuttering. Things must be bad. "Baram wants us to stay strong, to remember our ties to our land and the stars and that Alya will do what is best for her people. We do not know how to enter the Oasis, or how to bring down the barrier but we must stay strong..."
His words trailed off a little in Nero's ears, doom resounding like an echo. They were trapped in this dome, their supplies depleted, an army lying beyond this shell that could stay forever, or just disappear tomorrow. No one knew...no one knew anything!
"Osulas has been destroyed."
"By the goddesses." Ra's breathed from nearby.
"-what..." the words choked their way out of Nero's throat. "D-destroyed...?" his voice was a cracked whisper as images of his home flickered out of existence like smoke.
Jack continued, explaining the council's plan, of their leader's idea, to prevent Seroran resources from falling into enemy hands...through Embryss and her gift. A mighty shower of meteors; a Blessing of Alya to destroy the home of Her people. It was a beautiful irony.
"I'm sorry." And he sounded it, Nero's own feelings shook him, and he realised he was trembling a little too much.
"Do not apologize." He said, as steadily as he could, "It was neither your call, nor a bad decision. It was a necessary evil to prevent us from suffering a greater one." He tried to provide a consoling smile, but felt it die on his quivering lips, and he lowered his head a little instead.
"Well," came a chipper voice, "at least the fire fucks can't get to it. But that also means that any of the resources we might have stored there are also gone to us."
"A good thing too," Nero said carefully, "we cannot use them, and having the draw of resources out there could cause anyone trapped beyond here to flock to Osulas where they would be trapped...defenceless and alone." His voice wavered off. "No, it was for the best. A lesser of two evils."
"The good news is, our enemies can't get in this place. The bad news is, we can't get out. We don't know if there is a way out. And I'm guessin' that if Aodh can't get in, you certainly can't either. Now I don't know about you guys, but my resources are starting to grow thin." Ashitash added, glancing around to them all, Nero catching her eye briefly before he moved his gaze back to Jack.
"My supplies are also growing thinner and thinner as the days pass." Ehren added, her eyes closing wistfully for a moment.
"I am in the same position. Basic things we used to have in abundance are running short. But," he hesitated a little, "hopefully if the Aodhians cannot enter, then there will be few injuries...it's mostly fear and panic now."
"Just tell us you're doing this someplace safe, Jack. That you're someplace their warriors won't find you?" Nero's ears pricked up and his attention resumed fully on Jack. He had assumed that Jack was being protected, his body would be vulnerable like this. Nero hoped that the Prophet wasn't putting his life on the line to bring them this news.
The blue roan considered carefully; with the council scattered, no way into or out of the Oasis and an Aodhian army crawling around outside, their options seemed limited. "I know that we seem trapped, Jack," Nero said carefully, "but there must be something was can do?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2019 15:14:46 GMT -6
Sesil | Vagabond | Harbinger
Osulas has been destroyed.
The words hit him in a way it may as well has been a physical strike, sending him reeling. Sesil’s face tightens in shock, eyes wide, pupils pinpricks. Destroyed. It’s gone. Turned to rubble, to dust, to a carcass of another world, the ruins of who they were as a people. He exhales, shuts his eyes, lets the calm wash over him like a sheet… except it doesn’t. He feels a spike of anger strike him instead, sharp like steel running down the line of his spine, the comment of fire fucks not helping - the frivolity of it cold in his gut. This was truly the Seroran plight; to suffer. To have their hand forced to suffer more and endure all the pain and feign pride being able to withstand it. In the months that the Aodhian’s had marched in one fell swoop the Serorans had done the work for them and had turned their Capital one with the earth.
“What delight the Aodhian’s must have felt, seeing those ruins.” Sesils says bitterly, hissing it through his teeth. They had no choice. He knew. Then, “But it can be rebuilt.” a pause, “We must rebuild.”
And they would. Perhaps this would be the tipping stone, perhaps this finally would be what made them as a people come to their senses. He hoped it would. He knew someone out there listened to their people’s pain and frustration and was as angry as he was and this was a small comfort.
Resources were thin, yes. They were using them harder than they could grow back, even in the nurturing earth of the Oasis, not to mention the wounded that would wait for them outside of these walls. They would be scattered all across the desert, little pieces of debris that was their herd. But that paled in comparison to the news that had just been given to them.
“Prophet, our gratitude for the effort you’ve gone through.” Sesil speaks up when Nero is done speaking, “We will come back to nothing. Our people here are scared and paranoid from this prolonged captivity. What about this news?” He cannot find the words for a moment, “Who tells them?”
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Post by Maelorom on Jan 20, 2019 21:56:58 GMT -6
Coronach | Mullah
Jack’s arrival had left Coronach with some fear as to what news he may bring, and the conversation that ensued illustrated some of his fears. Jack did not try to hide the truth, things were indeed bad. Coronach shifted, their feathers flattening with discomfort. The thought of the destruction outside the Oasis was unnerving and they struggled to completely acknowledge truth. It seemed only weeks ago that the herd was at peace, and now they were shattered. Where was Alya? Or even Ignacio? What kind of monstrosity let their children do such a thing? It seemed some would never learn, even from the harshest lessons. But the other news that Jack brought was heart-wrenching.
Osulas had been destroyed.
Coronach felt an icy tremble run through their body. Clearly it was a necessary sacrifice but… their mind reeled for a moment. Osulas was a centre of Seroran culture and an integral part of their history. To have to destroy it themselves was a sign of how terrible this war could become. For a moment, but only a moment, they wondered if this was worth a child's life. They wondered if it had been the right decision to be unfaithful to their commitment to Aodh. Would they lose more lives in this war than they would of if they had finished their end of the bargain? But as quickly as the thought had arisen, Coronach dismissed it. The past was the past. The decision had been made, for better or worse Serora would never support enslavement. Now Coronach worried about the fate of their herd. “You say those outside the Oasis are separated?” They quietly returned their attention Jack. “Perhaps the survivors should be gathered? Surely there are enough left to provide some strength in numbers? Or at least safety for those who would otherwise wander alone. Maybe there is somewhere safe outside the Oasis still you may hide, or at least find alliance in.”
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 22, 2019 21:05:59 GMT -6
admin notes The image of the Prophet flickers briefly, a few times, as if the connection is wavering. After a couple moments, the projection of Jack waves entirely and fades from view.
Hm. How good was that imbuement, huh? Should you wait and see if Jack gets it working again or maybe reach out to Jordell?
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 23, 2019 12:24:52 GMT -6
Jack
Prophet We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
x | x Jack had perhaps expected outrage at the actions that the council had made, anguish and frustrations and the cold realization that they didn’t have a home to go to. He waited quietly, patiently as each went through the motions. Jack’s heart broke tenfold when their faces twisted and contorted into the hurt that had slowly been going numb for him.
Ash’s words were crude and harsh, but he was expectant at that. The mare had always had a certain way with words. He nodded his head at her words as well as Ehren’s “I’m safe, as I said. There are a few skirmishers watching over my physical form and we’re tucked away from the open.” His eyes turned to Nero as she too processed the words, before opening her eyes to gaze at Jack and give him her own feedback. Jack’s brow furrowed and he cast his eyes at the ground. Supplies were running thin in the Oasis then and if they didn’t figure a way to crack the wall or bring down the barrier than it would be starvation that began killing them off. Perhaps even in fighting. And who was to say they would survive against the army when the wall did come down; the warriors were growing weaker each day in the Oasis. All able bodies would need to take up arms if they were to fight.
Sesil tore him from his moment of thought, inhaling as the stallion spoke. It was true, Jack had told the small group here but. He opened his mouth to talk, to think of something intelligent to say “I… I don’t know.” was all he managed “It should be me, but I don’t know how long this will keep up. Frankly, I cannot decide if it is better to tell them now and have their outrage fuel the fires and have that sadness still lingering or… no” Jack shook his head “We need to tell them. We cannot fight for our home anymore, but we can fight for our heart and our people”
Suddenly encouraged, Jack looked to Coronach and the others “First we must free you all, and every able-bodied person will need to be outfitted and prepared to fight for when it does come down. Gather the people and tell them-”
A piercing pain suddenly shot through Jack’s head, crying out and slamming his eyes shut. After the moment had passed, Jack had opened his eyes to find the skirmishers looking at him in worry, suddenly in his physical body. “No no no!” Inhaling deeply, Jack closed his eyes and focused entirely on the amulet, willing it to work.
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Post by seechem on Jan 23, 2019 16:19:17 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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It was good to hear that the Prophet was protected, and the roan kept his ears pricked to Jack's every word.
"Who tells them?" Sesil's deep voice reverberated among the group like a heavy weight. That was true. They must be among the very few of Serora who knew of Osulas' fate. What would the others think when they heard? Would they lose hope? Cease fighting? Nero bit his tongue while he thought, his mind racing a million miles ahead of the conversation.
Jack's response wavered, he didn't know. The brooding roan's thoughts began to coalesce as he carefully listened to what Jack intended. "We need to tell them. We cannot fight for our home anymore, but we can fight for our heart and our people." It was a quaint idea, but Nero couldn't help an inward cringe. Even he had been disheartened at the prospect of having no home; of Osulas' ruin. What would the people think? How could one have heart in such a time? It would obviously be easier on everyone to just yield, and with no idea on how to escape the barrier, the motivation to keep going may be waning in more people than they knew.
Jack seemed to understand that more needed to be said, and a certain brightness sparked in him as he spoke, "First we must free you all," his eyes met each of them, and despite all of his doubts Nero did feel the more at ease knowing that Jack had some kind of plan, "and every able-bodied person will need to be outfitted and prepared to fight for when it does come down. Gather the people and tell them-" a choked, sputtering noise followed rather than words. The glimmering, spectral form of Jack crackled out and the magic evaporated.
Nero's stomach dropped like a stone, and dread spiralled around his brain. Had Jack been attacked?! Was he discovered?! Was he hurt, or worse?! Nero continued to stare at the empty space that had once held Jack's form. His panic lanced through his body like an electric blaze as he tried to catch his breath. This conflict was putting him more on edge than every before. "Jordell," the name was rather breathy, but the blue roan turned to the retired Prophet. They seemed to have been watching the exchange from a distance and gave Nero and the group a calming nod, "Can you-"
"I expected this may well happen." Their voice was gentle and lilting compared to the raging emotions that bubbled up in Nero. "Give the boy a chance to try again, hm? May have just had a difficult time penetrating this barrier, is all." They must have noted Nero's trembling as they gave Nero a fixed look, before looking at each of the group, "It is vital that we keep our heads in situations like this. We are the Oasis' spiritual, physical and mental support, do not waver now." Nero's anxiety wavered, chided by Jordell's guiding words. The old Prophet stepped up to stand and wait amongst the group to see if their skills were needed.
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Post by Zookcan on Jan 25, 2019 22:06:31 GMT -6
ASHITASH
"Sometimes we need to be reminded of where we're at in the world."
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"Look, whether we tell them immediately or not, I personally think the rest of the herd deserves to know." Ashitash winces. "We can no longer rely on Osulas." But how to approach them? For once the mare became awfully quiet, not only to listen to Jack's input, but also ponder this. Typically she was blunt and up front with this sort of thing, telling it like it was and hoping that her patients could stomach it. Lies are terrible things, even good ones. But with the paranoia that she has sensed from several other horses, her parents included, for once she thought to step back and consider how the entire herd might react to this sort of news.
Her ears folded in displeasure. Enough left, Coronach had stated. That made her stomach stir and boil with a twinge of ire. How many of their people were left? How many Serorans had been slain by Aodhian blades? How many others have been bound and bridled, and shipped up north to Eithne? For all they knew, the Sultan and the rest of the council that was stuck outside these walls could have been put in chains and made into slaves by now, a mockery of what they once were.
Disgusting. And the rest of them in the Oasis were helpless to do anything. Ashitash remained silent, but her deep brooding became apparent on her snout, with striped ears pinned and a growing frown on her lips. She easily hides her concerns with it. That changes when Jack begins to flicker.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Ashitash's brows raised as the Prophet's astral form began to vanish. Her ears swiveled forward in alert, but they are all helpless to stop his form from disappearing. "Okay." Tone laced with dismay, the zebra grimaces. She gives a flick of her sooty tail and stops a mud-covered hoof. "Was that supposed to happen? Ya think he's all right?"
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Post by purrsain on Jan 25, 2019 23:28:59 GMT -6
Ehren Savior Ehren’s worry faded as he listened to Jack, confirm that he was indeed safe from harm while he was using the amulet. Ehren stayed quiet as Jack was talking to their group of Saviors and Mullahs. His words were really stirring something in him. Jack was right, they needed to find a way out of this place and prepare for a fight. Ehrens stomach churned at the thought of his family possibly fighting in this war. The thought of something happening to Tumble made him sick to his stomach.
Shaking his head clear of the worrying thoughts Ehren looked around at everyone before finally turning back to the prophet’s hazy form in front of him. He noticed Jack’s form flickered briefly before disappearing from their eyes completely. Ehren’s eyes widened and he looked around at everyone else “What…. what happened?” he asked quietly.
Looking over to the older prophet Jordell for answers, He listened as the older horse gently said to give the younger prophet a chance to attempt to reconnect with them. Ehren nodded at Jordell before looking around at the group one more time as he listened to everyone else’s reactions to the sudden disappearance of Jack. He stared ahead intently as if expecting Jack’s form to pop back in just as quickly as it left.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jan 26, 2019 10:31:45 GMT -6
Ra
Mullah | Serora
"Oh, Icarus!
For all you have fallen, still you flew!
And for a moment, the sun knew you too." The Mullah listens and waits, her brows creased down together in thought; "It is certainly not something we should be keeping from them; we have no right to deny them that knowledge," she speaks clearly, and with purpose, "And I don't believe keeping it from them for too long will aid us in anyway."
Sure, telling them the truth might cause some seeds of sorrow to plant themselves; though anger was probably the more likely of outcomes, but surely they could take that and morph it into something greater -- something of use. "A city... Homes, they can be rebuilt -- material possession can be replaced; out people can not be. You are safe -- and I can only pray that the others are as well; we must take out victories where we can."Perhaps the most she has said this entire time, Ra has to bite her tongue from saying more; worry and what could only be described as a bit of anger following through her veins. Keeping a steady tone was hard. Keeping her face impassive, void of emotions, was even harder. Ra's neck snaps back at the disappearance of the prophet, the tassels swinging from her ears making the show of surprise all the more dramatic.
"I do hope he is okay," she whispers, red eye flickering towards Jordell, hoping they might have some calming words for them; though their presences was more than enough for Ra. "I'm sure he's okay; he has to be."Ra, once again, listens and waits; this time with a pit formed in the bottom of her stomach.
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Post by Maelorom on Jan 27, 2019 2:39:25 GMT -6
Coronach | Mullah
Coronach listened to Jack patiently, the words soothed their sorrow just a little. At least Jack was safe, and he was not alone, that was a good sign for others out there too. “We need to tell them. We cannot fight for our home anymore, but we can fight for our heart and our people” those were words that Coronach needed to hear. It was what they had been telling themself for some time now, but under the circumstances it was difficult to convince themself it was true. To hear them stated with such confidence was a great comfort. But it also brought more fear to their heart. How would those within the Oasis take the news? Would they have as much faith as Coronach did? No matter what there would be no way to ease the blow, so why delay it? They nodded in agreement with Ashitash and Ra "We should tell them as soon as we can, if we tell them the truth from the start I'm sure they will understand why it had to happen. Putting it off will not ease the pain, and after all, our home is our herd as much as any physical place. Jack is right, we still have plenty to fight for”.
Even if the loss was numbing, Coronach had faith in their people. They knew that they would not let it crush them. They had already endured so much, but they were a resilient people. With ears focused keenly on Jack’s words the hope they had held onto for so long began to wake again. The promise of freedom and one final fight to defend their herd were heartening. But the sudden cry of pain, followed by an absolute silence forced them to start.
"Jack?” Despite having lived with it for the entirety of their life it was still difficult being unable to see what event had just occurred. From the sounds emanating from the others, Coronach knew they were not alone in their shock. "Is he gone?” They asked, unsure and anxious once more.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2019 7:23:27 GMT -6
Sesil | Vagabond | Harbinger
Jack’s last words are stolen from him when his astral image begins to flicker, struggling to stay alight and eventually snuffed out as though the wind snags it from all of them. Whatever weak magic link they had tethered to one another was decidedly broken - gone.
We must keep our heads, Jordell presses to their hearts in an attempt to smoothe over the surprise and shock that bubbled in within their fellow saviors. Sesil nods in acknowledgement, his face impassive, pinprick pupils staring at the spot where their Prophet had stood just moments ago. “We were lucky anything could lance through this wall and the magic that surrounds us. Let us wait. Our Prophet is fine. If Jack had managed to escape them this long, then he will escape them another day.”
In silence he mulls over the words that he had given them to carry with them before he had disappeared. Rally the strong, he had said. Prepare them for a fight. It turns his heart cold.
“I agree. We have to tell them. Our Prophet says it should be him, but if he does not return,” he carefully eyes Jordell, “then perhaps it is up to us. To tell of the destruction. To rally and arm the ones that can fight. He does not have to carry that weight upon his shoulders. Not alone.”
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Post by seechem on Jan 27, 2019 17:35:29 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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Nero listened to the words of his colleagues. They needed to tell the people. To arm them and make them ready for the war that was raging beyond their impenetrable fishbowl. Jack was right, they were not simply fighting for their home anymore, it had gotten much bigger than that. "We must, indeed," Nero turned from the spot Jack's form had been to address the group, "tell them the verity of the situation. It should not be Jack's place alone to bear this burden, as Sesil says. It is the responsibility of us all toe inform the people and make them ready." He looked up briefly at the large mule, before glancing at each of the group.
It was all well and good telling the people that Osulas had been destroyed, it had been for the greater good after all, but with this news what could they do? The barrier was still in place.
"Jordell," Nero looked to the elder, their calming gaze having remained on the group, "perhaps you could try to reconnect with Jack? Ask him for guidance in what we can do to bring the barrier down, and to coordinate when this should take place so that we can be ready." The retired Prophet cocked their head a touch, and squinted as though pondering.
"With the density- rough direction...apply for movement and fluctuation of emotion-" Nero starred at the Prophet, who immediately dropped the pondering guise and fixed the group with a nonchalantly raised eyebrow, "That is why I am here, dears. I can try to reach out for Jack, but it may take a few moments." Nero nodded gratefully before looking back to the group, trying to appear more calm and controlled than he felt.
His foreleg blurred beneath him for a moment as he dragged it through the sand at hyper speed a few times; just allowing him to feel Alya's presence with him for a second. He was restless with worry and bit his lip as the red roan stepped up in front of the group so that they were stood close to the spot Jack had occupied. Jordell closed their eyes and stood there. Nero wondered if they would crack another joke, but Jordell instead seemed to almost glimmer with a strange energy. The lanky blue roan took a nervous step back, in awe of this Blessing of Alya. The old Prophet shimmered in the spot beside Jack's last position and Nero held his breath.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 28, 2019 12:21:20 GMT -6
Jack
Prophet We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
x | x Jack could feel the surge of panic rising in his throat and he fought hard to shake it off, quickly whipping around and pacing along the wall. The skirmishers guarding him peaked at the Prophet curiously, concern lining their features.
“Shit, shit, shit” he hissed, grabbing the amulet with his teke and glaring down at it. He couldn't panic right now, no, he needed to focus and get back to them. They needed to decide somethings, he needed to say goodbye to them for now. They would meet again physically, he was determined about that. Urging his legs to stop, Jack lowered his head and closed his eyes, taking deep but slow breathes.
He needed to focus right now, focus on… on. Shit, he didn’t know his brain was too frazzled! Grinding his teeth, Jack breathed deeply once more (he was sure he’d start hyperventilating if he didn’t) He needed something to focus on, but what. The oasis in general? That he worked but the amulet was obviously flawed. He needed to focus on something more pinpointed, something stronger. Exhaling slowly, Jack decided to focus on the aura of Jordell, of Nero and ash, Ra, Sesil, Coronach, all of them! Jack cleared his mind and focused on them, of their bright faces.
The air before them shimmered once more and with a gasp Jack’s image was before them once more. “I don’t know how long this is going to last, but please, you need to tell them of the Oasis, that the people still rally outside here.”
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 31, 2019 22:48:54 GMT -6
admin notes Once again, the image of the Prophet flickers, fading from view before reappearing. It happens once more, briefly interspersed with the faintest of afterimages in his brief absence from your view. Then the prophet was back.
But wait...had that been?
...Alya?
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