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Post by brandvandet on Dec 31, 2018 10:02:18 GMT -6
 Serora Oasis Open Faction Thread 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: Inside the Oasis, the herd is continually adjusting to the concept of life in a huge group...in one place. Just like outside however, the chores are share and share alike. With the war continuing, the work has just grown within the Oasis and more and more permanent structures have been erected. A rudimentary shell of a shrine has been constructed and some have been assigned to help with the further finishing. Other have gathered to watch, or to offer suggestions. By this point, a small group of citizens have gathered. Location: Oasis Time of Day: Mid-morning Current Weather: Clear day. This thread is open to all characters in the Seroran Oasis!
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 5, 2019 4:10:37 GMT -6
JIBRIEL
Jibriel wondered if he, a born Vagabond, felt more or less out of place in these close quarters than the rest of his people. Oasis was beautiful, and quite large, but for a people so used to roaming the entire expanse of Sedo, it sure felt small.
However, as new buildings cropped up, and there was more permanence built into their life there, Jibriel could imagine a life in the Oasis. Here they were safe, and there were resources enough to build homes and feed the people, even if the latter would probably take some planning as time went on. The Serorans were used to scarcity, and the thought of rationing did not scare them, so he felt secure in their new life there.
Occasionally he thought about those on the other side, evading Aodh troops and living on whatever the desert could give them. They occasionally checked in via blessings, but other than that, there was little contact with the outside world. Every silence could mean that they had perished, or that they had been captured by the enemy. Those within the Oasis could offer no assistance, not even intel. They were completely cut off, as if in another dimension entirely.
He tried not to worry too much, even if it was in his nature. There was nothing he could do. Nothing any of them could do.
What he could do was help with the construction. The idea of making a shrine to Alya had done much to brighten his spirits, especially as it offered honest, physical labor.
Right now, the Councilor was hauling rocks on a large wooden raft that slid along the sand and grass. It had been made into the shape of a sled, and although it got stuck on occasion, so far it had served him well. The shell of the shrine was done by now, so these were mostly smaller, already shaped rocks, bricks and wood for the beautifying of the shrine.
He wondered if there might even be the chance to erect a proper statue to their goddess.
Stopping in front of the unfinished shrine, he untangled himself from the ropes, and smiled brightly at those present. Nothing like a bit of sweat to chase guilt and shame away.
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Post by marinedoq on Jan 6, 2019 14:04:47 GMT -6
M O R D E K A I
serora
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Not a day went by where Mordekai didn't worry about Eyrin and Pangolin. On the outside, Pangolin seemed like she was doing fine, but the war, being stuck inside the oasis... he wasn't sure how much longer she'd understand why, or when she wanted to get out. When that happened, how was he supposed to explain himself? As for Eyrin, the wheelchair made Mordekai sick to his stomach. He knew he couldn't have possibly done anything to save Eyrin, so instead he had turned his anger to Golgotha, to the aodhians, anyone who was involved in it. He knew it was unfair to blame Golgotha, he knew it was the aodhians for barging into their land, but something in him was so disappointed with himself, that he turned that anger elsewhere.
Now he had to focus on something else, the shrine. Hauling rocks left and right, so someone else could help shape it. It had felt good to get some of his frustrations out, so he could more easily help and care for Eyrin and Pangolin afterwards. Looking around, he tried to spot their familiar faces in the crowd, before turning to Jibriel. He'd met Jibriel when the Oasis was first becoming a safehouse, when they had waited anxiously for any news and before it closed off. He nodded a greeting to the other, who had stopped to look at the shrine. The biggest work was done, but it needed something more. As a former crafter, he knew how to make pearls and work with glass, but he wasn't sure it'd be of much help here. Perhaps, if they could build a makeshift furnace and make materials, he could make glass windows or a sculpture?
"So far so good. Any suggestions on how we make this shrine live up to Alya, to give us something more in these.. hard times?"
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jan 7, 2019 22:28:03 GMT -6
Tahla | Councillor | Stallion
The three months inside the oasis had stretched long.
It was nerve wracking, knowing while the impenetrable walls of the oasis were protecting them, countless others still found themselves facing the invading Aodhians; lacking in any barrier between them and the advancing combatants. The problem concerning how they would someday, and know when it, remove the magical barrier was one he simply refused to dwell on. It was difficult enough as it was to find distractions from the gnawing worry for the welfare of both family and friend alike, but it was comforting to see the progress the herd had made in their short time of confinement. Today it was the shrine to their Sky Goddess that was receiving the most of their attention, and admittedly the stallion found himself grateful for alternative focus.
While normally he would have forced himself into the fray, stress and the general toll of the past few months had begun to become apparent on his aging body. The lack of dyeing supplies meant his true grey was showing, bleeding through his normal stark black coat to show swirling snippets of smoky hair along his coat. His muzzle and mane suffered the most, the roots showing up in sharp contrast to the darkness of his dyed body. The constant stiffness in his muscles, no doubt exacerbated by the travel and building of their oasis settlement, did not help him feel any less his age.
As it was, he found himself with his forelegs tucked beneath his frame, watching as his companions crafted a shrine from seemingly nothing. He was not alone in his desire to watch the progress, it would seem, if the growing mass of equines was any indication.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jan 10, 2019 3:09:11 GMT -6
The months spent at the Oasis had been difficult, packed with hundreds of bodies in close quarters wasnt the most fun one could have but for no reason in particular Helios just couldnt keep the smile off his face, between Lynx and her little band of goats he couldnt be happier right up there on cloud nine. He gently nuzzled one of the younger goats, herding it back towards the built of the herd, smile plastered all over his face. Lynx had gone off somewhere for some time on her own, being here had started to take its toll on her he had noticed so he volunteered to keep an eye out on her little band till she returned. They were all so very well behaved in their makeshift pen that he wandered off for a bit, keeping a close eye on them from a distance, he watched the herd as well, making sure to locate those he knew incase the need arose to see them a face popped up in the crowd he sort of knew... a counselor, he seemed drawn to them and found himself smiling, "Counselor! He called, loping over to them, "Might I have a word?
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 16, 2019 6:21:43 GMT -6
JIBRIEL
Jibriel looked at Mordekai, and then the unfinished shrine. He wasn’t really much of an artist, or a designer. He could draw maps, but he didn’t do it in a way that would have been considered “art”. A creator he was not, and the question made him wish they had a creator here with them to help with this, to breathe a bit of Alya’s beauty into what they were making.
“I’m afraid I’m no good at design”, he spoke out loud, smiling a slight, apologetic smile: “How could we compete in beauty with what the gods have already made? The Oasis as a whole feels like a sanctum to Alya – this only acts as a centerpiece, something for people to focus on.”
In the small crowd that had gathered, he noticed his fellow Councillor, Tahla, and nodded to the older politician respectfully without intervening on the discussion Tahla seemed to be getting into with… Helios, was it? Jibriel remembered the pegasus from a few months ago, before the Oasis had been locked. The poor thing had been quite frightened of Tamaras, for which he was genuinely sorry.
Jibriel nodded to them as well, before returning his attention to Mordekai.
“What do you think? I’m not much of an artist or builder, but I’m sure we could make something memorable out of this”, Jibriel gave the Screamer the chance of leading the discussion.
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Post by marinedoq on Jan 17, 2019 16:44:38 GMT -6
M O R D E K A I
serora
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Mordekai felt an unusual pang of regret. He had been a creator, but he'd never worked on this scale or with anything this important. As he looked at the shrine, half empty without a centerpiece to consume all attention, he wasn't quite sure what to do about it. What made it all much worse was the fact the others were looking. Hoping for something magnificent to happen, but no. He listened to Jibriel, nodding along to his words. The Oasis truly was a wonder, but he knew a shrine would be greatly appreciated. How to make it stunning, that was still the question.
Turning around, he watched Helios walk around. He'd met Helios back when the first got to the Oasis, he'd been handing out treats and feathers, one which Mordekai proudly wore in his tail, along with one of Pangolin's blue feathers. Approaching the light pegasus, he greeted him with a nod. "I hope I'm not interrupting Helios! You might not remember me, but I still wear your feather in my tail, from when we met the first time" Flicking his tail, as if to prove his point, he turned back to the shrine. "I was wondering if you could help us out? We need something for the shrine, a centerpiece of Alya" Explaining himself, he looked back at the shrine. Perhaps a statue in the middle? Or something smaller, more subtle. Like a tiny altar, where other's could kneel and offer things for Alya? He wasn't sure.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Feb 6, 2019 14:25:39 GMT -6
Tahla | Councillor | Stallion
He wasn't entirely sure how long he'd been laying there; there was something almost therapeutic about listening to those more artistically inclined than him go on about what to include in the shrine, their voices supplying a static noise that drowned out his own worrying thoughts. Tahla had never found himself to be anxious individual before; living the life of a guardian to his family and people had a way of doing away with the din of his unwanted thoughts, his affinity towards action leaving little room for doubts to creep into his mind. But here, trapped, unable to do anything to aid those that were still outside of the oasis... It had called forth old fears that he had been unaware that he was still harboring.
Tahla's ears flicked back as he heard someone addressing him, breaking him from his musings, and he cast a glance over his shoulder to catch sight of Helios.
"Of course," Tahla replied, already moving to roll onto his feet. He'd stiffened more than he had realized laying there, and it was with a stifled groan that he heaved himself to his hooves.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Feb 7, 2019 3:34:31 GMT -6
Helios smiled and took a step back as Tahla rose to his feet, flicking an ear absentmindedly he waited for the older horse to rise before he replied. He was stopped however as Mordekai stepped in, causing him to smile a little bit wider and chuckle light heartedly, "Of course I remember you!, and I was just planning on offering my sculpting services to the councilman here right before you interjected. If you would both like my help in very happy to oblige! If that's of course still alright?" he asked curiously, still smiling his pretty little head off If there was anything in this world that he liked it was sculpture, something about it just made him sing inside. He loved how impermanent it was and how beautiful the road there seemed to be. This was his form of expression and he was more then happy to share that with his herd mates. "What medium would you like me to use?, I am adept at almost anything, though I do excel more in the ones that do not last forever. They give the piece more meaning if it does not last forever"
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 13, 2019 17:20:33 GMT -6
JIBRIEL
Jibriel watched as Mordekai took off to speak to the others gathered. Probably looking for some additional opinions – quite welcome, in all honesty, as he himself didn’t really have a wealth of ideas on this, and having a shrine was important, even if the shrine just acted as a place to focus on.
Physical places were important. He had learned this late in life, having spent most of his youth wandering and not really having a place to return to, or to call home. When he had finally found such places, he had understood the attraction of them, and a more sedentary life as well.
It was easier to bring emotion to a place. It just was. One could project things into a shrine, feel connected to their goddess and their kin. Through a single shrine, generations could share a place, come together in a chain of time and eternity, even if unseen by each other.
He listened to Helios’ words, and smiled with a slight nod.
“I think something less permanent encapsulates our existence, and the nature of our goddess. She is ever changing like the winds she governs, and we are just as adaptable. The act of creation is as important as the product”, he said, looking at the shrine, and then to the three others.
“What do you think? I say we let Helios do his thing, and the rest of us paint the shrine, each in our style. I would, perhaps, etch out a map of the Oasis as we know it now”, Jibriel suggested.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Feb 17, 2019 10:27:25 GMT -6
Tahla | Councillor | Stallion
Once he had rolled to his hooves, Tahla listened to Helios’ proposal. The corner of his muzzle quirked in a smile, appreciating the younger stallion’s enthusiasm for his craft. It was good to see even a touch of joy in others during these trying times. The councillor gave a few gentle nods as Jibriel spoke, agreeing with his sentiments on the subject.
“I agree. I’m afraid I’m not much of an artist myself, and I absolutely trust your judgement,” Tahla replied, adding the last words on with a slight chuckle. It was true; his talents never had laid in the more artistic avenues. That had always been his younger brothers domain, and though he had tried in his youth, his attempts were always pitiful in comparison. Alya knew even most of his grandchildren were more talented artists than he.
“I think it will do us well to have a bit more art here,” Tahla mused, half to himself as his gaze was tugged away by the foundations of the shrine. “Make it feel more like... home.”
Only the gods knew how long they would remain in the oasis before the barrier was extinguished. At the very least, they could make it more their own; especially in the wake of the loss of their capital.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Feb 17, 2019 14:54:04 GMT -6
Helios chuckled lightly, it was quite humbling hearing his hard mates wanting him to create the rest of the shrine himself. He loved sculpting and didn't know who he would have been without it, "It honestly fills me with so much joy to hear this. I am humbled with your offer and will gladly fulfill the roll in Alya's name", he smiles brightly at the gathered horses and dipped his head in thanks before moving forward to closely examine what was currently the base of the shrine they had. It wasn't much and more crude then anything but with his artists eye he found it quite quaint He rolled his shoulders before flapping, lifting himself above the shrine as his soft, peachy coloured take grasped the red sand surrounding them. He pulled up chunks of it around him as his slow steady wing beats moved him slowly around the shrine in a circle. After retrieving a couple of water skins he began to sculpt, tossing sand and water into clumps to start the magnificent legs that were his goddess
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 17, 2019 15:08:50 GMT -6
JIBRIEL
Jibriel settled back to watch the artist work. There was a joy in it, he supposed, just seeing someone who was good at something do it and excel at it. He wished he had been more artistically inclined himself, for it seemed like the most beautiful way to praise the gods – to create beauty where there had been none, to transform the raw and untouched to something new and wonderful.
It was starting to feel like home. He thought it wouldn’t ever feel like it, for he did not enjoy the feeling of being trapped there but worrying about it also seemed quite pointless. They would be able to leave eventually, he figured, when the war was over, and they found the strength to wield Alya’s artifact once more.
Until then, they would make the best of it. They always did.
Without a word, he dipped a brush in some natural brown paint, and once that side was done, picked a part of the shrine structure to paint. He had made many maps in his life, and it felt quite effortless to draw out the Oasis, even on this strange canvas. Soon enough there it was – the water, the lush green, the various more permanent campsites.
The paint would fade in time, and then, someone else could paint a new story, a new view of the world.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Feb 17, 2019 17:04:44 GMT -6
I Tahla | Councillor | Stallion
Tahla gave a smile as he watched his herd mate offered his appreciation and then returned to the shrine to work. There was certainly something amazing in watching something beautiful take shape, built on the humble foundations of dirt and stone. That it was a to be a shrine to their goddess made watching the creation all the more sweeter.
He remained standing for some time before resuming his previous position, folding his legs beneath him and allowing himself to sink to the ground. Though a part of him wished he could be of more aid to his companions, art was not his strong suit; and he was quite certain the shrine would do well enough without any of his contributions.
Watching as the others worked to sculpt and paint across the developing walls of the shrine was theraputic in a sense, and a part of him could not help but imagine his grandchildre would love to be a part of the decorations. The thought provoked a small, sad smile to cross his muzzle; though some of his family had made it to the oasis prior to the barrier being erected, others were still beyond it, fighting against the Aodhians.
He hoped, desperately he could show them this shrine in the near future.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Feb 17, 2019 17:20:06 GMT -6
Helios was eager to show his herd mates just how much he loved his art. Not only was it fun and therapeutic it was also difficult and easy at the same time. He took in the adoration as he worked, using his teke to both sculpt and add on more sand and water. Slowly the figure of Alya came to life. First he made her legs and rump like she was sitting on the pedestal, then he made all the beautiful strands of her tail that wrapped gracefully around the base He had seen her glorious visage in person and knew exactly what she looked like, he knew just how to make her and from there her hips and stomach came into existence. He paused a moment to admire his work before carrying on, bring her chest and shoulder into existence before adding legs and her neck. It was harder then he thought but by the time he finished her head and mane he was almost done. With a few more artistically flourishes he was finished, her four wings almost reaching towards the sky as the sun shone down behind them
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Post by brandvandet on Feb 21, 2019 20:01:09 GMT -6
Participation rewards 20 AP and 20 CS to Helios, Jibriel, and Tahla! |
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