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Post by brandvandet on Dec 31, 2018 0:45:45 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 701: Complications Team Leaders: Pagan Participants: Alcaeus, Bayek, Lynx, Maxi, Selora, Taeith, Tito. 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: As the war continues, the Folk and others in the Oasis have had to try to get by. For a herd that is so used to having its members spread across a continent, adjusting to living in a relatively enclosed space with thousands must not be easy. It's hard to be alone. Groups are forced together, often by random, as the population wonders when it will be safe to take the walls down--if they even can take them down. This particular group has found itself together today, with a Peacemaker to Breim unable to leave to visit their host herd. As such, he's been entrusted with Alya's weapon. It's been quiet for months, hardly more than a simple object, but today it has started to hum softly from the Peacemaker's pack. Location: Oasis Time of Day: Around Mid Day You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by foalish on Jan 3, 2019 17:31:35 GMT -6
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Post by PennthePony on Jan 3, 2019 21:44:32 GMT -6
SELORA
It had been bittersweet, stuck within the barriers of the hidden Oasis for all that time. So much had occurred after the weapon had sealed them off from the outside world, from the surge of war that had taken so many of their good people from them.
Her twins had been born to her, a divorce had only begun, while a fresh bud of a relationship had blossomed. Digend had spoken to her, giving her a new life, a new chance to bring forth a new era among a new people. It was time for change, she knew that now.
And the weapon’s humming only confirmed this belief. Groups of equines had huddled close together in discussion, and she had stuck by Alcaeus’ side, hoping he would have a profitable solution. This was no longer a matter in the hooves of the Gods she had forsaken, but a matter of the One who brought forth Restitution.
It was time for Digend to put her hand in the workings of mortality, yet silently. Selora knee her sole purpose here now was to praise the name of Digend, albeit in secret. Her voice would not be heard quite yet, but the least the humble servant could do was praise her God.
And praise her God she shall.
She looked to Alcaeus with a look of worried wonderment in her eyes. She worried for what was to come, worried for their future, for her children’s future, and perhaps of the future of children to come.
In her worry, she had left the children with their uncle back at the caravan. Now she questioned if this had been the right thing to do, if perhaps seeing Digend in all her chaotic glory would have been best for them. They were only newborns after all, the two youngest. And her oldest daughters had been troubled lately. “Alcaeus, I worry for the children… Should I have left them with Kristofer? Are you sure they won’t need me? What if they get hungry?” Fretting over something so small was particularly out of character for the normally well put together, dignified woman, but now with the power of choice at her hooves and the pain of a failed marriage, she could never be too certain.
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Post by leaftail on Jan 3, 2019 22:30:17 GMT -6
Taieth | Folk
After the Oasis had been closed off, days seemed to blend into one another. With only so much to explore and do, one could possibly be done wandering the entire space within days. Taeith had felt the itch to leave only a week after the weapon shut them off from the outside world, a choice she had slowly come to regret the longer she stayed within their sheltered home. Being packed together like seeds within a fruit was extremely tiring and everything was loud. She could barely find a spot that stayed quiet long enough to pray to her goddess for a sign that this would all be over soon. Was this what it was like for those living in the big cities? She could hardly stand it!
The day the weapon started to hum, Taeith found herself once again frustrated with the situation at hand, silently taking her negativity out on the sand under her hooves. A stomp here, a kick there, let the ground feel her annoyance. She wanted to scream. She wanted to race across the sands of the outside world once more. Alya, what was taking so long?
A noise caught her attention as the weapon came to life. It was soft and unnoticeable at first, but like a mosquito that didn’t know how to quit, she heard it. Ears pricked, her head turned to see Pagan. He had been entrusted with the weapon since the closing of the Oasis, a relief for the mare. She had been with him in Breim, a happy memory that turned dark when she remembered what had happened. Tae took a deep breath to calm herself as anxiety crept up her legs. This was different. They were safe here.
Approaching, Taeith felt it almost an honor to be around when the weapon came to life not once, but twice. It seemed like Ayla finally heard her prayers. She paused just as Alcaeus and Selora joined the slowly growing group around the Peacemaker. An annoyed look crossed her face once more when she looked to the mare. Their last interaction didn’t leave a good impression on Tae, figuring the mare was unbalanced and abnormal. She tuned Selora’s voice out, awaiting to see why the weapon was humming and silently hoping this was a sign of things turning in their favor.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 4, 2019 0:16:15 GMT -6
Pagan
Breim Peacemaker And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
  
x | x
The day had been going relatively smoothly, Pagan had thought. He had risen before the sun as he tended to do, brushed his hair and styled the wrap around his neck and shoulders to hide his face from the soon to be glaring sun. His glasses came last, resting gently across the bridge of his snout and turning his world various shades of pink and dulling the pain in the back of his eyes. A kiss to Sriracha’s cheek and a wave at his sister and he had been off, ready to do whatever needed to be done in the cramped Oasis.
Talks with his siblings, other peacemakers and generally helping around the basin, Pagan had a found a (somewhat) secluded spot near one of the natural springs, resting under a swaying tree as he had pulled parchment and ink from his satchel, teke brushing past the sceptre that hung from one of the rings along the outside and housed his fan.
Even trapped within the clear walls of the Oasis, his mind was preoccupied with what was and was going to happen with their ties with Breim, a pang of great guilt in his chest as he thought about what was promised and his current absence. He prayed that it did not dim their relations, that his missing presence did not sour things. Those outside of the Oasis, those that had been with him to Breim would be able to handle it, he was sure of that… mostly.
Letting a sigh escape his lips, Pagan had continued writing only to feel a soft humming to his side. Turnings, he furrowed his brow when he realised that it was coming from the weapon, ever so softly. And… was it growing quietly? Using his teke to pull it from the strap, he stood and inspected it carefully, only to glance up and realize that those in his proximity had also heard its soft humming “This is new,” he muttered sarcastically.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 5, 2019 18:43:47 GMT -6
T I T O Male | Fury | Serorian
Blood coated his hide, streaking over the black and white patterns. It was sticky and smelt strange. Hooves dug into the ground, muscles weak and protesting, heaving himself up, forcing his body to move, to work. Heart Beat pounded in his ears, seeing, smelling the battle. He felt the weapons score across his shoulder, driving the rage, the need to fight, to protect further through his hide.
Yet the sand started to shift, to change. It sucked at his hooves, panic settling in as large wings pumped hard against it. A scream echoed from his lungs, watching the sand swirl and turn red and liquid. It was warm, smelt just like blood and the whites of tito's eyes shone through even brighter. He struggled, fought harder, all energy suddenly leaving him as the liquid started to wrap around his neck. It oozed and slipped over feathers. Nostrils flared, another scream leaving him as he was pulled completely under.
Winged pumped hard at the ground, eyes opening with a frantic panic as he struggled to force himself to stand, to get up. Dirt and dust swirled up, hide racked with sweat. But there was no blood, no pain... He looked around bewildered legs in a splayed out stance. Chest heaved, struggling to get enough air. "J-just a dream..." He whispered, looking towards the spot that Pagan had been in before he passed out. Yet now it was empty. Head lifted, looking over his shoulder to see a group gathering around something. A single snort left him, clearing the dust and dirt from his nose before shaking limbs carried him forward. Feathers shifted and rustled, laying smoothy against his sides.
"Why's it doing that?" The teen asked with a hint of fear, trying to be disguised with disgust. The noise was alarming.
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Post by dotarari on Jan 5, 2019 22:12:35 GMT -6
  
B A Y E K
"Blood makes you related, Loyalty makes you family."
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Being stuck within the walls of the Oasis turned out to be not quite as comforting. There were numerous faces of people from the Serora herd that Bayek had no idea how to function around them all. He been so use to being apart of his nomadic family, occasionally visiting the capital. Now he had to be cautious around others as to not allow his wings to accidentally hit someone. Oh how he was going to miss flying around freely without feeling like he was trapped but at last, here he was in what turned out to be the last safe place.
The small group he was around were quite a colorful bunch, adoring different tastes in style. He didn't know any of them but somehow found his way with this troupe. Well, he knew of the Peacemaker for Breim, since he needed to know who the officials, ambassadors, peacemakers were. Then his thoughts started to shift and swarm his mind with images of leaving his family behind to only reach the Oasis. It was... lonely. Shaking those thoughts away, Bayek's ears perked at the soft humming that erupted from the Peacemaker's side.
"Is it suppose to do that?" Bayek murmured to himself, fearing that if he used his normal voice, it would come off rude. He didn't know what to make of the new sound, especially from Alya's weapon. Was it a sign that something horrible was to come? Perhaps everyone else around him would know. Rustling his wings in discomfort, Bayek searched to see if anyone held any answers as to why the weapon was starting to be noisy.
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Post by sheatothebay on Jan 6, 2019 22:30:27 GMT -6
L Y N X
Serora | The Folk
Oh my darling, it's true.
Beautiful things have
dents and scratches, too. Lynx was growing restless. The little mare, though social, missed the life outside of the Oasis. How long had it been? She'd lost count of the days. She still had her goats on a small patch of field, and Alya bless sweet Helios, so willing to care for them to take a walk to clear her head.
She still dreamt and thought of Farsight. Her heart still broke for him, and for Zenith. She knew how Aodhians thought. The flea-bitten pegasus stallion was surely in shackles. Her heart ached for Zenith, and she wished for everything she would have been able to do something about the entire thing.
She was still a coward. Despite Helios's calm reassurance and sweet presence, she still felt a coward. Maybe it was her becoming stir crazy, missing her fields and cozy home outside the capital. Who knew?
But she forced herself out into the crowds, stepping carefully around the masses of horses. The group around her were good folk, she knew, and she recognized most of them. Especially Pagan, the Breim Peacemaker. She listened carefully to their conversations, not having much to add until a strange sound hit her ears. They perked some, swiveling to find their target.
It came from Pagan.
"Pagan...?" she asked carefully. The same question was being asked around her, but instead of repeating it, Lynx took a step towards Pagan, tilting her head curiously, the glimmering fire opals of her bridle swaying softly against her face. All her thoughts and regret was replaced by curiosity now. |
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 7, 2019 16:01:32 GMT -6
Pagan And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
x | x
Pagan quickly shook the sand out of his pelt and had turned to look as Tito had violently jumped, worry etched into his face as he watched the teen. He wanted to comfort the pegasus but found that the humming of the staff proved too attention seeking, as well as the slowly gathering group surrounding them. Adjusting his glasses, Pagan cleared his throat and carefully inspected the sceptre. His ears flicked forward at the call of his name, the quiet questions and murmurs from everyone. The eternity of the Oasis was on edge thanks to this damned sceptre and now here it was, humming its own tune. Certainly worrying.
Looking up to Lynx and Bayek, and then Tito, Pagan shook his head “n-no… at least, I don’t believe so? It’s never done anything like t-this, I’m honestly not sure.” He licked his lips and nervously looked around at those gathered, at those who also stared at the object with mixed emotions. Pagan’s stomach did a flip and he looked down at the sceptre once more. They knew little about it, besides that it had saved them when the time was needed. Maybe Alya wanted it back?... Where was Yeshua or Abram when he needed them?
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Post by leaftail on Jan 7, 2019 21:56:24 GMT -6
Taieth | Folk
As more gathered, Taeith moved to let them into the group, keeping watch to make sure she didn’t accidently bump into someone’s wing. She looked at everyone who had showed up, asking almost the same questions. Why was the weapon humming? What did it mean? When Pagan mentioned the weapon not humming before, she couldn’t help but say something. “ When the barrier went up it just got all colorful,” she started. “ But, that was after we had come together to make it work. It needed a few of us to do it, and we had to will it to. It humming on it’s own is new. Do you think it is a sign from Ayla?” Was their time stuck in the Oasis almost over? Taeith felt her pulse pick up at the possibility of being free from this place. They were sealed in here for a good reason, yes, and the herd was saved, but the enemy should be long gone by now, right? There couldn’t have been anything left for the Aodh invaders to take from them. The thought of returning to a ransacked home was depressing, but to be out of the Oasis would be a blessing in it’s own right.
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Post by Muse with a Shotgun on Jan 8, 2019 23:50:50 GMT -6
Maxi|Folk
Being stuck within the Oasis? For Maxi, it was absolutely terrible. While she was thankfully used to crowds, which gave her a ever so slight step up from from the poor horses who had known nothing besides a nomadic life filled with few other faces, she despised being trapped. She could go nowhere outside the borders of the Oasis, which, after a while, had grown all too small and had left her with an itch to escape and explore. However, most of all, she itched to rejoin her girlfriend, Diana, who had ended up outside of the Oasis. A million times Maxi had thought to herself that life trapped there would be so, so much more enjoyable if she could only spend it next to the love of her life.
The release of her boredom and longing came in the form of a curious humming, and a group of worried, and generally confused equines that gathered to hear it.
One of the later souls to finally arrive to see the spectacle of Alya's Scepter, which was humming on and on with no clear reasoning behind it, Maxi stayed near the back of the crowd, her ears trying to catch as much conversation as she could without having to approach the godly weapon. While Maxi held Alya in high respect, the gift of the weapon had never sit quite right with her. There was just... something about it, despite how beautiful it was, that felt <i>wrong</i> to her. Always taught to be kind to any and all, the idea that Alya encouraged them to so harshly fight back with such a potentially devastating weapon had put a sour taste in Maxi's mouth and a war of conflict within her mind.
So, she watched eagerly from a distance, trying to hear what those closer were guessing was behind the occurance, her discomfort with the weapon outweighing her curiosity of what could possibly be driving it.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 11, 2019 15:58:35 GMT -6
T I T O Male | Fury | Serorian
With a short the teen pawed the ground with agitation. Of course the way to defeat boredom in this cell of a paradise was to spark a magical item to life. Or something... Head tossed in a hard circle before he stepped forward. Ears swiveled, giving the staff all his attention. Eyebrows furrowed, no longer thinking logically. If it was magical treating it like a person wouldn't be so out of the ordinary. Right?
"Maybe it's bored."
The teen stated matter of factly, Teke reaching out to grip the item from the pack and bring it out. It was smooth and clean in his grip, eyes widening at pure essence of it. "Or maybe it doesn't like being hidden away. What if it's trying to communicate with us? I mean... It's magical after all." The equines wings rustled at his side as he tipped his head and looked over the item closely, as if searching for some sort of answer. Maybe something on it would tell them something. Anything.
Tail flicked, turning to look at the others. "What exactly does this do anyways? Does it have a higher purpose?"
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Post by foalish on Jan 11, 2019 23:10:58 GMT -6
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 14, 2019 15:52:53 GMT -6
Pagan
Breim Peacemaker And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
x | x
Holding his breath for a moment, Pagan let out a shaky exhale and looked towards Tito as he spoke. He watched the Pegasus carefully, tracing over his eyes and the tiredness there, the way he held his shoulders and how his feathers had seemed to have lost their Luster. His words made Pagan’s ears perk forward, earrings jingling softly against each other.
He however did not expect his teke to reach out and grab at the handle from where it had resided hanging outside his bag, feathers fluffy up in slight irritation and worry “Careful, Tito,” he started, his tone lightly warning “We really don’t know anything about this thing, D-Donny could hardly use it when the time had come.” It was true, his brother in law had needed the willpower of those around him to activate the thing and even then he had barely known what it was capable of. Maybe it was feeding off of their negative energy now, the slow building panic and agitation that they all held trapped inside the Oasis, like an old wound festering in the sun.
Stepping forward, Pagan stood beside Tito and added his own teke to the handle, carefully regarding the staff alongside the other Pegasus “It could be feeding off of us, our emotions, like before hand. Who knows what could happen.”
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Post by dotarari on Jan 15, 2019 22:33:17 GMT -6
B A Y E K
"Blood makes you related, Loyalty makes you family."
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Nodding his head along with everyone else, Bayek was trying understand the situation better. He knew little of the weapon and what it wants now but maybe they should try to figure that part out. Stepping closer to Tito and Pagan, he observed the object while it was being held and taking Taieth’s comment into consideration. Perhaps it is another sign from Sky Mother, perhaps it’s not.
“Maybe it’s bored.”
Bayek chuckled at thought of a weapon having a mind of its own, knowing what emotions are. But then again, it is Alya’s weapon. Flicking his tail in frustration and rustling his wings, the Pegasus glanced around the walls, seeing if anything seemed out of the ordinary. The weapon gave them a barrier, what if that barrier had something agitating it?
“Maybe… maybe we should walk near the entrance or along the borders of the Oasis? Let’s try to amuse the device then, right?” he spoke out absentmindedly. Bayek shifted his focus on Pagan, seeing that he was a little bit more familiar with the object than everyone else. He titled his head, listening closely to the object humming. Turning around, the stallion made his way towards the direction of the entrance to the Oasis.
”We all could start where it was used, try to look for any signs? I-I mean if that’s what you want to do first, of course, ahem..” Bayek called out.
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Post by PennthePony on Jan 16, 2019 11:46:45 GMT -6
SELORA
A breeze shifted the tone of the group that had begun to gather. Familiar and new faces mixed together in a muddled whirl as suggestions were tossed around; Selora kept her own thoughts quiet for a while as everyone spoke in turn. The comfort Alcaeus offered did little to settle her unfortunately, flicking her ear in acknowledgement. Surely the children were better off with their uncle, but she had her doubts. Her brother had begun dabbling in cactus again.
When Alcaeus spoke up, she turned her attention to the conversation, waiting for the right moment to speak. Perhaps many of these faces knew her as the traitor, but her hard work in reinserting herself back into the Seroran society couldn’t have all been for naught.
She had flinched when the teenager had grasped at the weapon, a foolish move. None of them knew truly what this mighty scythe was capable of.
“Taking it near the barrier would be a tantalizing choice… we all know what happened before. Yes, we are safe from the Aodhians within this Oasis, but that thing is the reason we are shut up in here in the first place. Perhaps the Aodhians have power in their war strategy, but they are unbalanced. We have sheer numbers to speak for… Families to fight for. The Aodhians are ash on the wind compared to our great nation. Perhaps the weapon is Alya’s aid to us in this war.” She paused briefly, leveling her eyes to the one holding the weapon so closely. The low humming of the weapon added to her fervor - she knew she was not the only one hungry for progression. The God Digend would change all as She saw fit, including the minds of those around her. Subtly perhaps, but in time, all would be brought to a light brighter than all of the lesser Gods combined.
“I, for one, am ready to see the Aodhian scum flee back to their own gilded walls, and I have full confidence that Alya will reveal her true strength soon enough. Starting with the rightful wielding of this weapon.
Pagan is right, Emotion guided it before. Respectfully, I think Bayek has the right idea - take it nearer to the barrier, and see what occurs.”
Speaking the God of Wind’s name sent a shiver down her spine. Although she had denounced the other Gods, she could not deny the power she felt reverberating from the weapon. Bloodshed be damned, it was time for the Serorans to rise up and not allow the trampling of their precious lands by the hooves of the deplorable fire-worshippers.
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Post by sheatothebay on Jan 17, 2019 11:27:55 GMT -6
L Y N X
Serora | The Folk
Oh my darling, it's true.
Beautiful things have
dents and scratches, too. The mare perked her ears as she thought about the suggestions around her. The weapon had responded when the Serorans needed it the most. It was truly bittersweet, she thought, being trapped. They were safe, but they couldn't run forever. They couldn't hide forever.
And the wind mother's power was at their hooves. Namely Pagan's hooves.
Alya had bestowed the weapon to them for a reason, and she had something to say. She had a plan, and she was communicating it to them with the humming of the weapon she herself had given. At least, that's what Lynx's mind tried to tell her, to rationalize the entire situation.
"I wonder if Alya's trying to tell us something," she echoed suggestively. "I think Tito and Bayek have the right idea," she agreed with Selora. If all else fails, it would at least be nice to get out of the packed center of the Oasis.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 17, 2019 20:52:03 GMT -6
T I T O Male | Fury | Serorian
So he wasn't completely stupid it seemed. When Pagan moved, Tito half expected them to take it back but instead they just added their own Teke to it. Head tipped, eyebrow crocking. "So... Maybe we should try being positive? Happy?" He frowned and stepped after Bayek, as the group slowly moved towards the barrier. "That's a little hard to do given that we've been trapped in here for some time." The fury felt his wings flutter and twitch as the sceptre continued to hum. oh come on... Please stop. He pleaded within his head and stepped with shaking legs.
As they reached the barrier he looked up at the smooth surface and frowned. "How long does she want to trap us in here anyways? It's been months..." He let out a hard breath and lifted his eyes from the magical item to those around him. A small smirk came to his face as Pagan didn't seem to let go of the rod. "Don't trust me with something so... unknown huh? It's not like I have the power to do something with it. And it's been quiet for so long, why would holding it suddenly do something? Actually... Maybe we all need to touch it, maybe it needs to touch the Barrier. If this thing put the barrier up, maybe it can take it down?"
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Post by leaftail on Jan 18, 2019 9:29:18 GMT -6
Taieth | Folk
When Tito grabbed the weapon from Pagan’s back, Taeith took a quick intake of air as if she was expecting something bad to happen. So far, only those of higher ranks were able to hold onto the item, and it was kind of eye opening to know that anyone could wield it. It took a bit of the mysticism away to be honest. But, Ayla was known to love all of her children regardless of their status in life so it made sense that anyone should be able to touch and maybe even use the weapon. Taeith, secretly, now wanted to hold onto the scepter, just to feel its weight in her teke. Tito asked about the weapon and it’s purpose, followed by others in the group suggesting their own take on it. She shifted her weight as everyone talked amongst themselves, looking to Pagan when he told the youngester to be careful. The next suggestion was that it was probably feeding off of their current emotional states. Everyone was on edge, some more than others, so if the weapon was picking up on that the humming could be a reaction. Bayek was the next to suggest an idea. She looked to the pegasus as he suggested walking to the border and see if it reacts to that. It wasn’t a bad idea, especially if they could use it to take the border down and get the heck out of the Oasis. Then, Selora spoke up. Taeith tried to keep a neutral face as she listened to the older mare. Selora agreed with Bayek, her little speech empowering. Maybe, she wasn’t that bad? Taeith decided to give the mare another chance, thinking that maybe her first encounter with the mare was just bad timing. Lynx joined in with the idea of bringing the weapon to the barrier and soon the group was inching its way to the barrier. “ We could always try to think of what brings us happiness, couldn’t we? Like...eating our favorite foods or being with those we care the most about!” Taeith suggested, shortly after Tito spoke once more and looking up at the barrier. It’s translucent shimmer was beautiful, almost like an opal, but she was ready for it to go. “ If we touch it, we would have to will it to do our bidding with the utmost certainty. Any faltering or unsure feelings won’t make it work. It took us a few tries to get it to work because of that when the barrier went up. Not everyone in the group was on board at first...” She trailed off and tried to not look at Selora, keeping her eyes on the weapon. “ I suggest we try to bring out those positive feelings and thoughts before we attempt to use it. Maybe with better mental states it’ll work the first time around?”
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 22, 2019 21:09:36 GMT -6
admin notes The odd item has never been, well, comfortable to have around. The humming has moved it into downright unsettling territory. As you all debate what to do, it seems to have decided for you. Small patches of area begin to warp and reform in the space around you. Maybe you all should try to wield it to make it.....stop doing that.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 23, 2019 13:15:04 GMT -6
Pagan
Breim Peacemaker And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
x | x
One after the other, horse after horse stepped forward to give their own two cents to the conversation, Pagan’s gaze flicking back and forth from the sceptre to the people around him. He felt uneasy, his feathers puffing up with each suggestion of trying to use it, to try and bring down the barrier. He almost felt overwhelmed but he held his head high and furrowed his brows. Pagan shook his head
“Are you all even listening to yourself? Yes, we are trapped here, with limited supplies and an ingrowing of unease among our people. But this bubble is the only thing keeping the damned army outside! If we just use this thing willy nilly and bring down the barrier, with not even talking to anyone of higher standing, of any of the warriors or those whose job it is to protect us, all that bringing down the wall will do is cause panic and chaos” Pagan turned his head to Tito, looking at him with slight shame and gently pulling the sceptre away from the younger stallion “I trust you all, we are all family in this trying times, no matter our blood.” He looked to Selora and the others “But if we try to bring down the barrier with no planning what so ever, it will be the end of our people. We do not know what is happening out there, what they plan for us.”
Taking a deep breath, Pagan looked down at the sceptre “We are all feeding off of each other, of the fear and anger and pain. If we try to use this device with such strong anguish in our hearts I am sure it will only lead to more downfall.” Pagan sighed and shook his head “I want to be free as much as you, and I am willing to try to use this weapon when the time comes but-”
Pagan suddenly looked down as the sceptre began to almost physically vibrate in his hands, the humming reaching a pitching point an making his ears flinch back. He wanted to let go of it but found his teke unable to release, gasping as points around them began to… warp? Fear suddenly coursed through him “This is what I’m talking about!” he could feel panic rising, eyes flicking up to meet Taeith. He stepped towards her, urging her to grab the sceptre alongside him “W-we need to try what she said,”
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Post by PennthePony on Jan 25, 2019 10:15:06 GMT -6
SELORA
The tension of the group grew heavier on her withers, the anxieties and fears crushing her under its great burden. A few others spoke, she could feel a pair of eyes on her, boring into her scarred hide. Flicking an ear as if batting away a fly, Selora looked straight to Taeith, meeting her eyes in what looked to be calm acknowledgement. From her years as a Peacemaker, the small-statured woman could tell she was being re-evaluated. She had to force a smirk from forming on her face - the satisfaction of garnering her hard work made her heart soar high above the menial worries of these simple people. Digend be praised, she thought.
Breaking the level eye contact, Selora passed over the teenager to look at Pagan, who radiated anxiety more than the rest. Should a Peacemaker not be confident in their herd’s ability? She was not suggesting to go ahead and force a full-blown battle; the kid had ran with her speech and pushed the group closer to the barrier, which seemed to glimmer brilliantly as its creator was brought nearer to its surface. Foolish child, why was he here in the first place? His role was with the other children, and out of the way of the adults who could think thoroughly before acting.
She followed only because the idea of the weapon opening the barrier and causing chaos wet her palette in a way that sparked adrenaline.
Yet the Peacemaker just had to open his maw and protest.
His suggestion to follow Taeith’s revelation was comical. Did they really believe that something as simple as happy feelings could wield this weapon? The warping of reality around them was clear that the weapon was unpredictable - so much like her God. She couldn’t help but break a half-lidded smirk at the shock of those around her, as if they had never seen the work of a Divine power before. You fools have no idea what is to come. She thought within herself, her gaze unwavering from the weapon. Someone more steady and less frightened should be wielding it, she was convinced this someone definitely was not the shaken Peacemaker. Yet, going along with the idea may be worth her while. If he believed her to be contributing to the herd, perhaps it would give her a greater chance of reconciliation.
“Pagan, please, steady yourself. If the one who is wielding the weapon has a high concentration of anguish, and if it truly feeds off of its master’s emotions, then we will all find ourselves in a catastrophic situation, surely.” She knew she was one of the few who felt no anxiety around the idea of the barrier being brought down. She concentrated for a moment on abolishing her own fears for her children, for the bloom of mundane romance that stood beside her, for the safety of her own life. Digend be praised. Focusing her gaze on Pagan’s glazed eyes, tendrils of pale violet teke appeared before her as she reached out her strength to help him steady the weapon.
“We will devise a plan before going through with anything, Pagan.”
She kept her gaze and hand steady, offering him clarity. They had never been on the best of terms, but Selora was determined to mend that. Pagan was of crucial importance to finding her way back into the herd, and therefore, being an unrivaled acolyte in the cause of the God of Change.
“But first, let us clear our minds of all the fears of what could be. The Wave Mother has been gracious enough to show me glimpses of the possibilities, and I can assure you, there is nothing to be afraid of.”
She beckoned the others with her chin to follow suit in her actions. “Come now, clear your minds of all negativity. Think of prominent positive memories - of family, friends, of your home. Your first experience with the Gods, whatever it may be. And once you are certain you have steadied yourself, join us - and perhaps maybe we can get the warping to cease.”
A kind smile was offered to the brightly colored Pegasus before her. She only prayed he wouldn’t understand her to be conniving - truly that was not her intention. Yes, her wish was to entwine her way back into the herd, but it was of a pure heart. Progression was for the good of the herd and only in turn was it for the praise of her God.
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Post by foalish on Jan 25, 2019 18:56:46 GMT -6
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Post by leaftail on Jan 26, 2019 11:22:22 GMT -6
Taieth | Folk
With all the suggestions and comments, it was no wonder the peacemaker started to become agitated. Taeith pinned her ears back as his feathers started to puff up, making Pagan look larger than what he really was. In another time, it would’ve been amusing to see a pegasus with fluffed up feathers, but now it was just Pagan’s emotions visually coming out. She glanced to side as Pagan started to scold them, telling them their vision of the barrier coming down without the consent of those with higher positions within the herd was a terrible idea. He reminded them of what was waiting for them. The war wasn’t over, at least, as far as they knew. And the idea of everyone, who was safe in here, suddenly pouring back out onto the desert would most likely bring chaos. Taeith felt her anxiety creeping back up as the weapon started to warp and reform the landscape around them. It started down in her legs and worked its way into her chest. He had a point, and they shouldn’t be focusing on escape but quieting the weapon. His gaze came to her own and Taeith almost looked away just out of shock, but kept her eyes still. The scepter was there, in reach. She felt the urge to grab it, and her teke slowly started to inch it’s way to it until Selora spoke up. At first, Selora sounded like a mother scolding Pagan for letting his fears get the best of him. She hinted at a blessing of clairvoyance given to her by the great Cascade, trying to assure the group that she had yet to see a negative outcome. She then called for all of them to come together, with clear minds and full hearts. The warping must stop before they accidentally killed everyone here. Taeith took a deep breath to steady herself. Her attention briefly flicked over to Alcaeus, appreciative of his words. He was right; bickering and trying to put one's ideas over the other was not the thing to do. With that, Taeith focused on bringing up happy memories, and positive thoughts of things she had enjoyed throughout her life. Her mother and mentor were the first things to come to find. Her rocks in this unsteady world. The visit from Kaia, bringing her a blessing of earth manipulation shortly after her time in Breim. The thought of the goddess steadied her legs as she felt the earth, solid and forever supporting. The return of Ayla, right before her very eyes, was next. It had been a breathtaking sight, one she would never forget and one she had felt privileged to have been there for. The memory of seeing her father, in the crystal cavern during her ceremony of the rising wind. The warmth the memory brought her made the gatherer finally reach out. Her teke joined the others on the weapon, steady and sure. In her mind, she wished for the warping to stop and the humming to still, willing her positive thoughts and feelings to feed into it.
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Post by Disastercorn on Feb 2, 2019 19:06:12 GMT -6
T I T O Male | Fury | Serorian
The teen let out a small snort as the item was gently pulled from his grasp. He heard Pagan's tone and words work through his feathers and into his hide like sharp pieces of sand. Of course he'd messed up again. Wings fluttered in agitation, head turning away only to catch Al's glance and drop lower. Long forelock touched the ground only to jolt back up as reality around them seemed to start to rip open. Hooves pranced in place, eyes wide with fear and he stepped frantically towards Al's side. The larger pegasus brought him some sort of comfort over Pagan's anger.
Had he caused this?
He had just been trying to help!
Teke weakly reached out, to grasp back onto the item and focus on the good things. He struggled to find anything to hold tight, something positive and needed. The anger and embarrassment at being chastised again in front of others bit hard into him. But the herd needed him... Head dipped, eyebrows furrowing heavily. Mind tumbled before finally remembering the times before his family had cracked and crumbled. Before they had vanished in that storm. He remembered his mothers embrace, his siblings love and affection. His first flight, their first rain storm together... Tears slipped down his cheeks. But they were happy tears...
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 12, 2019 22:27:20 GMT -6
Pagan
Breim Peacemaker And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
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Already tense enough, Selora’s words towards him did not to sooth his emotions. To the frazzled Pegasus who was already worked up about vital trade deals between his host herd and his home that could make or break their alliance, but was cooped up like some sort of caged chicken and helpless to do anything. The worry of his friends and family who resided outside the protective dome and not to mention the longing that he was sure every pegasus was feeling to stretch their wings. He would not be talked down to like a child “Thank you Selora, but I am well aware of my emotional state” he bit out, eyes still glued to the damned sceptre in their tekes “I am not a child to be soothed over with honeyed words,” he glanced at her and then Alcause. His words were not truly filled with anger, only agitation and a masked layer of fear.”I have been stuck with this thing for far too long and its influence as well as the intensity of emotions of the Oasis is sure to stress any horse to their breaking point. So you will have to excuse me if I have run out of room to accept any more bullshit”
“This is higher than any of us. We have gained little more knowledge of this relic then when it was last cast,” he let out a breath, to relax his body “Even with a vision of the future that you assure is calm and well, things like destiny tend to stray from our grasps no matter how hard we fight it,” Pagan’s feathers ruffled once more as the areas around them began to tear, moving as to make room for more to gather around the sceptre and aid them.
“Destiny is certainly toying with us today,” he ground out. Closing his eyes, Pagan was quick to conjure memories of his deceased father, of his boisterous laugh and stories that could go on for days. He recalled his first love and those that had followed suit, the heartbreak and happiness he had felt each time. He thought of his older siblings and his younger ones, of his nieces and nephews and everything between. He thought of the warm desert sands that he called home and the cool caves that beckoned him away, arcane secrets locked beneath.
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Post by brandvandet on Feb 14, 2019 21:23:56 GMT -6
admin notes As the device continues to warp your surroundings, its reach extends to the wall. The smooth surface that you have known now for months ripples gently.
Ah, fuck. Alya willing you can get this under control.
Unfortunately, she seems to have other plans. A gentle voice winds through the wind. "Be gentle, my children, it is all for a reason." The voice itself is undeniable for those that know their faith.
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Post by foalish on Feb 16, 2019 20:59:20 GMT -6
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Post by brandvandet on Feb 18, 2019 21:27:31 GMT -6
As the power of the weapon reaches for the wall, it ripples once, running down the circumference of the Oasis. Her voice comes again. I HAVE GIVEN YOU A WAY THROUGH. DO NOT WORRY ABOUT THE INVADERS, MY CHILDREN. THEY DO NOT HAVE YOUR POWER. THEY DO NOT HAVE MY POWER. Teleportation is now possible through the Oasis wall.
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20 AP and 20 CS to Pagan, Alcaeus, Selora, Taeith, Tito. |
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