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Post by Zookcan on Feb 4, 2019 21:44:13 GMT -6
ASHITASH "Sometimes we need to be reminded of where we're at in the world." ___________________________________________________
"I have a hard time understanding how this magic crap works..." Ashitash muttered under her breath with frustration. Others' words work to soothe her outward stress, but inwardly, she admits to herself that this was not a field she professed in. She left Nero and Jordell to do the work. "Damn right we need to rally. Sick and tired of Aodh stomping on our shit." Ashitash mutters with a stomp of the hoof. She lifts her eyes towards the horizon, where the barrier was, and where Jack and most of the council were stuck outside. Where Aodhian warriors linger, rounding up as many as they were able. She hoped that they would be enough, that an entire swell of of armored Serorans, fueled by Alya's righteous fury, could drive the fiery menace back up north. They could only try.
As Jack's form finally returned to them, she perked her ears forward, a contemplative frown on her face. "All right, then me thinks we should herd as a group. Even if you can't Jack," She mulled aloud. "I doubt the entire herd is going to believe us, or be very calm if it just comes from a single mullah or a savior like me. Jordell," She then flicks her gaze to the old prophet. "Maybe you can pitch in? We need creditable support. I hate to be the pessimist but my expectations that things will go all well and good after this aren't the highest. And believe me -- usually I'm okay with that, but this is like, most of the herd, not just a--"
And then, Jack's image shorts out again. 'Motherfucker--' "--And there it goes again. You know, right when I open my damn mouth--" As she hisses in her growing frustration, the prophet's image begins to blink in and out. The mare shuts herself up when, much to her own shock, a completely different image stands in place of Jack for a few moments, brandishing stars in her mane and two pairs of brilliant wings, which seem to hold galaxies within themselves. It was a startlingly familiar image. For a moment, Ashitash wonders if she is having a fever dream. Her recent experiments creating odd potions and chemical compounds had lead to some very ... odd visions. Slowly, the mare blinks, bewilderment and horror wrinkled on her dark snout.
"I'm sorry guys, I might have drank something I shouldn't before I came here. Please tell me I'm the only one who saw the four-winged pegasus. "
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Post by purrsain on Feb 4, 2019 23:08:44 GMT -6
Ehren Savior Ehren listened quietly as the group spoke amongst themselves; each and every one of them was anxiously waiting to see if jack would make an appearance again. “We must tell them, if we do not I fear things may only get worse. But if we tell them and rally everyone together we have a good chance I think of beating them.” He added to the previous statements of the others. He looked around at all the taller horses around him and nodded, as if to reassure himself that this is indeed what was necessary. A few moments later Jacks form flickered in front of them and once more his form stood in front of them. “ I agree with you, Ashitash, we should definitely tell them as a group, and yes perhaps Jordell, you could explain things better than us? They will probably take your word before they take ours. “ Looking between Jordell and Jack, Ehren then saw the younger prophets form start to flicker once more. “Oh no, not again” he whispered to himself. As the form continued to flicker, he saw something he couldn’t comprehend. Two pairs of wings filled with stars and the pair of striking blue eyes, of what looked to be a goddess. “Was that……….” He started. He shook his head multiple times before focusing in on the form again, “A-Alya?...” he whispered to himself. There’s no way that could be the goddess herself attempting to make an appearance. This heat had to be the cause of this crazy image his eyes were seeing. He looked over at Ashitash to see her looking completely shocked. “No, it wasn’t just you….” The small pegasus stated to his colleague.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Feb 5, 2019 11:51:20 GMT -6
Ra Mullah | Serora
"Oh, Icarus! For all you have fallen, still you flew! And for a moment, the sun knew you too." A breath she hadn't realized she had been holding onto slips past her lips with a sigh; the reappearance of Jack calming her nerves down just enough to finally breath again. "I have to agree. If you are there, Jordell, things might go easier for us... Even if it's only by just a little. Hopefully they'll be more likely to believe us since we all have the same story to tell... And surely they won't think Jack -- or Jordell -- is lying to them."And once again, as if the universe won't let them catch a break, Jack disappears from their sights. "Gods, someone isn't letting Jack catch a break, are they?" Ra chuckles, though it sounds more forced than she meant it too; a strained sound weighed down from all the stress coursing through her veins. Wait a moment...Her mouth goes dry at the sight. Had she been imaging it? She had to have been. Wings that held the galazes; a face that was was all too familiar to her, hitting her close to home. There was no mistaking who that was.... A goddess."By Alya!" the irony of her words doesn't hit her at first, her words coming out with a breathless gasp, "We didn't make that up. That... That was her."Ra, almost completely frozen in place, wonders for a brief moment... What did it mean if Alya was showing herself to them?
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Post by seechem on Feb 5, 2019 18:50:15 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' ......
There was a spark of energy and the projection shifted again revealing a brief flickering form. Jack? No...another form stood there, though only faintly. One that Nero had encountered only a few times. Alya. Their beloved Sky Mother. Nero stood awestruck, eyes locked on the shifting apparition of forms, wavering between Jack and his Goddess. But the vision quickly faded out, leaving the Prophet's astral form returned.
Nero's awe and religious wonder were soon shattered as Ashitash spoke up; "I'm sorry guys, I might have drunk something I shouldn't before I came here. Please tell me I'm not the only one who saw the four-winged pegasus." The blue roan hoped she was being sarcastic, but still shot her an aggrieved glare.
"No, you are not alone in seeing Her." He bristled a little at the dark mare's choice of words before his head whipped back around to the spot She had occupied. He heard Ehren agree that he had also seen the Deity, and Nero studied the now shimmering form of Jack. Was it possible that Alya was the reason for the interference? Was she trying to reach them?
"That... That was Her." Ra's wondered voice caught Nero's ear momentarily and he, without looking at her, replied briefly.
"It was indeed. Our Great Mother has yet to abandon us in our hour of need." He watched as Jack's form seemed to settle and take precedence in the space once more. The Prophet 's instructions tickled in Nero's mind. 'Tell the Oasis of Osulas'. They needed to do that, it was essential that the herd knew the truth...but without the hope of being able to escape the dome barrier what would the point in telling them they had lost their homes be? But this new vision of Alya offered a gateway of its own, an access to divine guidance, or even divine intervention. The Saviour felt bitterly torn. Would She be able to help them? If not, what could they do? If they remained trapped in here and scattered beyond then how could they possibly unite against a force such as Aodh?
"Jack," Nero took the lead in addressing the Prophet, "we may have just caught a glimpse of Alya for a moment, while your connection to us was wavering." Nero looked to the retired Prophet, who had been standing quietly all the while; though they were now looking towards the space Alya had once been and Jack now stood. "Did you see anything, or feel anything from your side?"
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 12, 2019 21:46:05 GMT -6
Jack Prophet We never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world
x | x Jack tensed as he waited for the response of those around him, to know truly whether the amulet actually worked or not. At their relieved faces and sighs, Jack let out his own held breath and looked to the others expectantly “I’m sorry about that, seems the amulet wasn’t properly calibrated not to mention the drain on my will power.” he shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment only to open them as the others gasped and gawked at where he stood.
Confused, Jack turned his head to look behind himself (or at least look behind where his spectral self was) Finding nothing but his own body, wings and the rocky wall behind, Jack turned back to the group with a look of confusion. His eyes jumped from one horse to the next, only growing more and more confused as they passed their words along “What are you talking about?” He listened raptly as Nero spoke, his jaw dropping ever so slightly “She appeared before you?” he furrowed his brow “n-no, nothing of the sort appeared before my eyes nor obscured my vision of you. Perhaps this means that… the time is coming for the barrier to be brought down?” he looked away “or maybe she is offering her support in these dark times,” It could be anything, in truth. But it was not a coincidence.
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Post by brandvandet on Feb 14, 2019 21:47:01 GMT -6
admin notes The image of the prophet flickers once more, replaced with the image of the sky goddess. However, it then stabilizes. As Jack stands before you, the image of the wind goddess hangs above his head, starry wings spread.
Outside the Oasis, the connection flickers, as Jack sees his goddess's face for the first time in this instance. As it stabilizes once more, he can see the mullahs and saviors but with the image of Alya bright above their heads.
MY CHILDREN.
Her voice broke with gentle understanding.
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Post by Zookcan on Feb 14, 2019 22:21:57 GMT -6
ASHITASH "Sometimes we need to be reminded of where we're at in the world." ___________________________________________________
No? It wasn't just her? Ashitash's lips purse with growing confusion and bewilderment, at first, unable to conjure up a decent response while she struggles to make sense of things. She looks to Nero, and then to Jordell. Then she looks to Ehren and Ra. Was it for confirmation? Was it for an explanation? It seemed only Jordell had an answer. Jack claimed not to have seen anything. The thought would not hit her now, but later in the day, Ashitash would begin to wonder if it had anything to do with the barrier being in place.
"Something's up." She finally hissed, suspicion threading her voice. She did not want to imagine that her patron, the furious and righteous Alya, could have possibly graced her of all horses with her presence. There were Serorans far more deserving of that, she felt. And yet -- moments later, a vision appears above their heads.
It was -- the Wing Mother. Cradling whole galaxies within the mighty span of her wings, and adorned in a crown of stars. Cloth hung from her hocks, long and flowing like clouds. Shock hits the mare like an arrow piercing in her heart, and a shudder racks through her spine. The goddess seemed to exude a powerful, spiritual force that Ashitash had not felt ever since her Rising Wind Ceremony. Was this the work of the goddess herself? Or merely a bullet train of emotions, sent crashing through the savior's thoughts as the goddess's brilliance shone down upon the group?
"She's here," Ashitash mouthed, breath hitching. She dare not disrespect her patron. Ashitash bows her head, brows furrowed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2019 1:52:31 GMT -6
Sesil | Vagabond | Harbinger
Amongst the fearful excitement of his fellow saviours Sesil stands in silence, his body motionless, hooves planted in the ground that would move for fire nor flood. His mouth is tight. Yes, it had been Her. He knew it from all the songs. He knew it from all the depictions, all the litanies and prayers that he had recited for his mother until he could dream them, and then he had never spoken them again. He stares hard at the spot where the vision had been until he stares right through it. He would still hear her voice, the force of air that pushes upon his chest. He feels his blessing snarl and tighten his lungs, threatening to choke him, and finds it hard to breathe. Take it from me.
And then She appears.
These last months Sesil had spent amongst Her people, and he had whispered to them the faith of another, plied them with promises that he truly believed in- the conviction of his soul bleeding into his voice with every word. The suggestion that perhaps they should leave an extra offering, that they should say a new prayer, for there was another God listening here tonight. He was slow with it. Subtle. He slowly brought this new, yet brittle god to a place where formerly she had not been - let her take root so she would not so quickly be ripped from the sand. Not once did he demand them to denounce anything, only to perhaps make a little room, make time. His words had sprawled into Otto’s head. Of August. And for all the compassion that was in Her voice, Sesil would not pretend Divine compassion was anything like a mortal’s understanding of it. He wanted it not. He wanted to stop having to beg. No longer was he devoted to the force of her storm, but to the heartbeat of a God that had mortal’s blood.
He does not lower his head. He looks right at the stretch of her great wings, her stars, her galaxies, with lightless eyes that no longer reflected them. There is an apologetic note in his heart for her. You created me, after all. I was born in your cradle. I’m sorry it’s come to this, it rings. But I am not sorry for what my people are about to do. He distinctly feels he should not be here. Should not be allowed to witness this. Sesil was no longer one of her worshippers, but he was one of Sedo’s people still, he had sold his soul away for their sake, yet he felt like a traitor. It was a skin he felt was remarkably easy to wear. He wonders vaguely if somewhere else, someone else is watching through his eyes. Yes, She is here - Ashitash’s words are far away to him. But so is my God. She has been all along.
In Alya’s light, the shadows he casts stretches longer than ever.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Feb 15, 2019 10:51:10 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 gaze is a cautious one, as if she can't truly believe that she really saw what she had saw. Sure, she wanted to believe -- deep within her heart. Who wouldn't want to? But the goddess was gone as fast as she had appeared... So perhaps that had all been imaging the same thing. Yes, that had to be it... Right? No matter how absurd the thought sounded. Flickering once again, the image of Jack holds all her attention, pushing the thought of the god to the back of her mind. And she's back. She holds the stars in her spread wings; galaxies upon galaxies collected in her wingspan. A crown of stars weaved around her head; an angelic look only befitting that of a god. MY CHILDREN.
That was all Ra needed; all thoughts of doubt and suspicion wiped from her mind. "Sky-Mother." Red eyes, if possible, go wider -- holding a childlike wonder in them. Collect yourself, would you? Dipping her head down, Ra, almost too ashamed to look upon her goddess any longer, keeps her gaze trained on the ground. "Wind beneath your wings." A mumbled whisper of a greeting. She isn't sure if the greeting holds up to the goddess, but it would be rude not to welcome her among them. And who was she to deny a warm welcome to a god -- her god.
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Post by seechem on Feb 16, 2019 10:43:18 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' ......
"She appeared before you?" Jack spoke, confusion clearly evident on his brow, "n-no, nothing of the sort appeared before my eyes nor obscured my vision of you." Nero quirked a brow. How could that be? Was Alya trying to reach them? "Perhaps," Jack continued, "this means that...the time is coming for the barrier to be brought down?" Nero's heart leapt a little, and his ears perked forward attentively while the Prophet looked away from them for a moment, "or maybe she is offering her support in these dark time."
"I hope our prayers have reached Her and that She may offer her guidance to us." Nero sighed, watching Jack's form a little more closely as though expecting her to appear there again.
"Something's up." Ashitash hissed beside him, causing Nero's ears to flatten back and a chill to irk up his spine. His attention returned to his colleagues. Surely Alya would never do anything to deceive or hurt them, this had to be a message from Her divine personage.
Just then a flicker, a breeze grazing his neck and a slight movement from the corner of his eye drew his focus to something above them.
"MY CHILDREN."
Nero turned his head and above them the glimmering image of Alya stood in all Her glory. Nero's eyes widened, and he took a few awestruck steps backwards. An semi-intelligible gasp slid past his lips as he bowed his head, eyes still locked onto his Goddess, hoping Jack could see his Goddess now. Her great wings portrayed the skyscape and the vastness of Hiraeth that was currently barred from Her enclosed children. Her tiara of stars glittered enticingly above her majestic head. Bands of shimmering cloth draped down from her legs and swirled in the air as though fluttering in an indiscernible wind. Nero took this all in for a moment, a little overwhelmed before his eyes dropped for a moment, needing a second to compose himself.
"Sky Mother." Ra mumbled beside Nero, and the Saviour briefly looked to his colleagues. All seemed stunned to see the Goddess, and as usual Nero could not discern much from Sesil's stoic face. But his eyes alighted on Alya again with a renewed sense of hope.
His heart was fluttering in his chest as waves of anxiety and relief rushed over him. He was almost ashamed to look upon her after all of the mistakes he had made, but he knew he couldn't give up on trying to prove his worth to Her, and to his herd.
He was terrified of overstepping his bounds as a mere worshipper, but driven by a desperation to see his family saved from this seeming destruction and entrapment he kept his head bowed as he addressed her. "Sky Mother," Nero breathed, "you heard us." He could feel his emotions welling, relief prompted tears daring to appear, as yet unshed, in his eyes. His voice was trembling a little, he had lost a lot of his confidence since visiting God's Landing...since he had spoken for the kirins. His chest ached at that thought. But at her appearance, he had felt the usual tug of his connection to his deity in the Hyper Speed Blessing that thrummed within him. He kept his head low and respectful, and closed his eyes so that the vivid image of Alya could be close within his mind's eye.
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Post by brandvandet on Feb 18, 2019 22:28:31 GMT -6
The goddess hangs in the air before you, wings spread against the sky. She regards each of you in turn, touching on each of her children fondly. As she meets Sesil eyes, her gaze narrows as if trying to understand something incomprehensible. It is only for a moment, however, before she moves to the next face.
I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOU. SEDO WILL BECOME ANEW.
Her voice is bright, hopeful with only a hint of yearning. Then, she smiles gently. She opens her mouth as if to speak again but offers no further words. Instead, she turns to the sky and is gone.
COMPLETE 20 AP and 20 CS to Nero, Ashitash, Coronach, Ehren, Jack, Ra, Sesil.
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