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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2019 4:59:20 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Vagabond Plot 708: Lost and Found Team Leader: Chance Participants: Elenna, Umbra, Miquel, Dalach, Lorelei, Lillie, Athelstan Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: A band of peddlers, bards and mercenaries have asked the Rangers for additional protection as they cross the dangerous Vastlands. Your journey has been one of great misfortune so far - no matter how you try, you keep veering off of your intended route. You believe yourselves well and truly lost until you reach a forest - the Skytop Forest. A suddenly rising violent storm is the latest of your troubles, and the strangest as well. The forest on the horizon is your one hope for cover. Location: Sirith Vastlands, approaching Skytop Forest near the eastern coast. Time of Day: July 12th, late afternoon Weather: Cold and stormy You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2019 14:13:20 GMT -6
Chance Atoli
vagabond mercenary
"R-right, well!" Chance's small voice croaked in exasperation as the wind ripped through his mane and feathers, threatening to knock the pony over if his nimble, cream-colored hooves couldn't manage to dig their way further into Kaia's grass. The young pegasus trudged forward with bright eyes that continued to fall closed and speckled ears that continued to fall back in an attempt to block out the cold, striking air. Huddled amidst a group of unfamiliar outsiders and now lacking his common partner due to what Chance could only assume was a spell of miscommunication, the boy's figure seemed to twitch and hum in a mix of many nerves.
With his leather satchel strapped silently beneath his wings to cradle an assortment of weaponry that bordered on useless against a storm, the pony's legs lurched and leaped forward as a threatening crack of thunder and lightning emitted from somewhere behind them. Chance's front white stockings struck the ground in a ray of fumbling fear and surprise, legs colliding in unreasonable energy as he carved his own path through his company and toward the head of the group.
"I-It seems the breeze is picking up!" Chance gasped with a nervous, forcibly light-hearted chuckle as he stumbled into pace with the number of Rangers who made to assist the traveling band. Chance held enough insight from his job to be of benefit in protecting the herd in a certain way, yet this type of work was still... different than the bounty hunter was accustomed to. Though, the older Rangers seemed steadfast and alert-- a comforting thought.
Another flash of light and clap of thunder launched the former Breimian forward again, nostrils flaring and eyes bulging in a way that made them appear particularly unthreatening. "The trees!" Chance's voice broke between the wind in regards to the forest his golden eyes began to settle on, "we must be lost enough! W-we ought to seek cover before the wind carries us away! Don't you think?!" The boy's words tumbled out in a rush that Chance could only hope didn't seem rude in the moment. His silver teke reached up to pull his tinted-goggles over his eyes, allowing his vision to flick frantically between the Rangers, the forest, and their surrounding crew.
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Post by TinyMinou on Jan 3, 2019 19:22:02 GMT -6
Lillie
Vagabond - Bard
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"I should have bought a scarf." Is what came to the mare's mind as she was shivering to her bones as she walked with the group of bards, pebblers and mercenaries. Even though she had some fabric and her husband walking beside even, the mare was cold. The weather was horrific; Cold and stormy. "Are you okay, love?" her husband said to her. She nodded and smiled faintly, but honestly the mare just wanted to be in the Kingfisher inn with a hot soup and some warm blankets.
The family had joined the band as it seemed safer than cross the dangerous Vastlands alone. With a few rangers, some mercenaries and of course her husband the mare felt safe. But with the wind picking up and thunder loudly crackeling, the unease began to grow. She coached her daughter to come closer to her and Dylan as the storm grew.
"We must be lost enough." She heard the pegasus say who was infront of the group together with the rangers. "Lost? Oh no." The mare sighed under her breath. The longing for a warm bed grew more and more. "We must seek shelter." were the next words that came out the pony's mouth.
Shelter? Yes please! The storm seemed to grow bigger and bigger by the minute, so shelter seemed like a good idea. The hippocampus told her family to wait as she trotted to the front of the group. "I agree. We must seek shelter as this storm is growing dangerously." glancing back at her family before giving a stern look at the rangers and mercenaries standing before her.
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Post by Talentha on Jan 3, 2019 20:46:35 GMT -6
Lorelei
Melodic Bard The group was hopelessly lost. Lorelei knew enough of the area’s lore to know that with certainty. And she was pretty sure they passed that rock by the path a few hours ago. She was afraid, and kept close to her brother, walking so near that she often brushed against his side. Many of those they travelled with were intimidating, and she found herself constantly fearful that one of them would turn them back over to Aodh, and them getting lost was all a ruse so the chevaliers could find them.
There was another escaped slave with them, Athel had mentioned that they had escaped together. Lori herself got out with the help of her friend Oath, and even now they all got separated. Even her big sister Rania was not with them, which fed Lori’s insecurities even further. She worked through them though and did her best to not show her fear. She didn’t always succeed.
Along the road Lori sung. Her voice was always melodic and singsong, and she often pressured the other bards into singing and playing music with her. Her harp was almost always out, and her hummingbird, while distrustful of the outsiders, often danced to the tunes around her head.
She tried not to be self-conscious of her scars. Her brother, a pit fighter, had even less than her, and the other escaped slave, Umbra, didn’t seem to have any. She was just grateful none of the group carried whips for weapons, at least none that were immediately apparent, and did her best to avoid looks that may be of pity.
The bard found amusement when she noticed her brother’s own hidden looks. He had a thing for wings, and there were quite a few pegasi within the group. She teased him playfully from time to time, but she couldn’t blame him. While she was a bit too afraid of intimacy herself, she could see why their small group gathered looks. Miguel and Dalach alone were quite good looking studs, and well, the rest of their group were no minor beauties themselves. It again would trigger bits of insecurity. She was beautiful once. While her friends and family still called her beautiful besides the scars, she wasn’t so sure of it herself.
In spite of all this, Lori continued to sing and keep the mood light. As they travelled, she pulled on some bits of travelling stories, songs and tales that she shared with the group.
“The road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!”
As dark clouds gathered on the horizon, she modified the lyrics, making up the song anew while keeping the same tune.
“The storm clouds gather in the sky,
The lightning flashes a bright light,
Our one salvation is the trees,
Let us find safety while we can!”
“The road is long and treacherous,
The rain will quickly make it mud,
We must step careful to proceed,
I wish us all a safe journey.”
Her melodic voice trailed off, and Melody decided that flying while the winds were picking up was not a safe idea, choosing to hid herself in one of Lori’s saddlebags. Lori tried to be brave, but listening to the others, talking about cover, being lost, her ears ended up pinned against her head, and as lighting crashed across the sky she screamed in terror, her mind flashing back to a whip snaking like the lighting against her flanks.
The scream was embarrassing, but the mare still had problems with talking to males who had the same coat pattern as her wicked owner, even though it was years ago, and she had a new owner since. She trembled, and picked up the pace, holding her head high and trying to be brave, even if the rest of her body language was betraying her. Her blue eyes glanced sideways at her brother, searching for his red ones, a small comfort.
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Post by purrsain on Jan 3, 2019 22:37:30 GMT -6
 Athelstan MercenaryAthelstan bit his lip nervously as he heard their leader say they were lost. He was on edge and unfamiliar with this area, as he is still new to literally everything, having grown up in the city of Valore, he had never been outside of its borders. The life of a slave doesn’t allow for field trips to the other herd lands.
He blew slightly at the pieces of his long mane, still not quite used to the length of it. His older sister Rania had given him a shape shifting amulet which let him make his hair grow out longer and she also had someone who owed her a favor to give him a tattoo to cover his brand.Being an escaped slave, he needed to make sure no one would recognize him by the brand.
Focusing back into the present time though he looked at his twin sister, who he had recently been reunited with, he could feel the emotions rolling off her in waves. Fear, and anxiety were the biggest emotions he felt coming off her, he sent out some soothing waves of calmness to her in an attempt at making her feel better. Seeing her calm slightly he turned his attention to the group around them. He recognized one face, Umbra, a fellow escaped slave who looks older than they last met, probably the result of an aging potion if he had to guess.
The rest were all completely new faces to him, his eyes drifted to the leader of the group once more. They were pretty cute if Athelstan said so himself, he was pulled out his observations of the smaller pegasus by his twin once again. He could hear her giggling beside him, and feel her eyes on him.
“What are you giggling about Lori?” he questioned, squinting at her playfully. She just shook her head and giggled at him more and continued with her songs. He scoffed at her and turned his head away from her jokingly as he acted like he was mad at her.
He continued to act like he was mad until there was a large crack of lightning that shot across the sky, followed by a scream. He looked over to his twin worriedly as he felt her terror engulf him. He knew that crack had sent her back to her time being a slave; he nudged her with his muzzle and sent soothing waves of love toward her. He moved closer to walk where their sides brushed in an effort to reassure his twin that she was safe despite being in an unfamiliar area.
Hopefully this guide knew what they were doing and where to find safety.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Jan 4, 2019 1:04:58 GMT -6
Umbra | PeddlerUmbra was happily trotting along through the vast, open space. His ears swiveled at every little sound. His eyes gazed upon everything they could see. Despite having taken an aging potion after his escape, Umbra still had that foal-like innocence when it came to the new world he was in. He wanted to take in everything, not let a single new memory pass him by.
That's why he had decided to go on the journey in the first place. He had been given time off from his job in the inn and his dad was busy doing his own thing. While the older stallion was busy, Umbra would take the chance to finally explore without him. It had been a bit nerve wracking at first, but there was at least one familiar face in the crowd. While he didn't stray too close, Umbra was a lot closer to Athelstan and his sister as he walked along. He felt a sense to comradery with his fellow former slave. Although, Umbra was sure he could befriend the others in no time at all. They all seemed nice enough.
As the group made there way along, he noticed everyone seemed a lot tenser than before. It was probably due to the approaching storm. Umbra didn't mind it though, it was only weather after all. He'd lived his whole life in a city blessed with sunlight. A storm was something that intrigued him. As the lightning cracked in the sky his eyes leapt to the sight. A huge grin formed on the young stallion's face. It was beautiful and exciting all at once. He could help but prance as they all raced into the trees. Everything just seemed so new and fascinating to him.
However, Umbra did notice that everyone was extra uneasy. While the wind tussling his long mane felt amazing, everyone else wore a grim look on their face. "Hey, what's the worst that can happen, guys? We're not going to be lost forever and the storm will pass. Why not just appreciate how lovely it is?" Umbra didn't quite understand their fears, but he used that advantage to attempt to lessen their worries.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2019 15:13:41 GMT -6
The Rangers had been carrying inter-herd mail when they were asked to escort the group to the nearest safe settlement – not an unusual request by any means. What was unusual, however, was the way they just could not keep on track despite their very best efforts to do so. The Vastlands were not doing them any favors, and if that had not been enough, the rising storm seemed like a nasty one. The forest certainly was a better option than being left out in the open, so Dalach was quick to agree with Chance, especially with Lorelei already screaming at a lightning – not that he intended to comment on it.
Surely they couldn’t get any more lost.
“Yes, let’s pick up the pace and go for the trees!” he shouted over a howling gust of wind, breaking into a trot and then canter. He kept a collected, steady pace and an eye on everyone, making sure no one was struggling too much to keep up. He flattened his wings against his sides, not letting the wind catch and ruffle the feathers. The storm was swirling angrily above them, as if collecting mass. Dalach had to admit that having lived underground for most of his life it was a pretty unnerving sight, and he was happy to be nearing the forest with a steady pace.
"We can appreciate it from safety", he said firmly to young stallion who seemed a bit too careless in the vortex.
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Post by Talentha on Jan 6, 2019 18:48:34 GMT -6
Lorelei
Melodic Bard When she was but a child, Lorelei had always had a hole in her chest. An ache that nothing could feel, even when Gale rescued her from that abusive household, and she found a family with Oath. That hole filled in when she met once again when her twin came back into her life. She believed it when equines said that twins shared a soul.
It was that shared soul she believed, that made her feel her brother’s empathy even stronger than it should. His calming waves washed over her, and for a moment, she felt nothing but his presence around her. She felt foolish for having spooked so badly, and cringed. It would be too much to hope that the other’s hadn’t heard her, her scream wasn’t silent. She sighed, and picked up her head, trying to stay calm this time as the thunder rumbled through the sky.
Umbra didn’t understand their fear. He must have been a coddled slave. No whip raised against him, always inside for bad weather. Lori knew what a storm could bring. In fact, she was worried that the lightning would strike the trees and set them ablaze. But she knew that out in the open, they were the prime targets for the forked tongues of light, so under the trees would indeed be safer.
“You ever see a horse struck by lightning?
You ever see the flesh burn alight?
The scars on my back will mean nothing,
If the lightning whips us tonight.”
The bard sung, like she always did. Often her words had a tune, even in regular speaking, although she tried to give longer bits some sort of rhyme. This time though, her tune was lower, a bit more ominous to match the lightning. She picked up the pace though, listening to Dalach’s words, practically galloping across the expanse, not wanting to stay out in the open. Melody ducked into her saddlebags, not wanting to be left behind.
It was still a ways away but she wasn’t stopping until she reached the trees. She slowed once she was near them, almost tripping over her hooves. She had heard tales of how large they were but she had never seen them for herself. They were awe inspiring. Another flash of lightning startled her enough to finish stepping under the shade of the trees, where she could finally rest for a moment. She didn’t mind being ahead of everyone, it would give her a moment to regain her composure. How stupid was she to have screamed like that. The whip hadn’t touched her sides in years and yet she still spooked.
It was foolish, she knew. Would she never escape her past? She was doing the right thing travelling away from the place she was born, the role she was born into.
“Ignacio, please, give me a sign that I am not doing the wrong thing.”
As always, there was no response, just the wind and the storm answered her. Perhaps that was sign enough, and she doubted herself once more while she waited for the others to approach. She was always making foolish decisions, such as this decision to run off ahead. It was a wonder their older sister wasn’t harder on her, she was sure she had tried Rania’s patience enough during their travels.
Oath and Salix were probably just as lost as she. What would happen, what would everything think if she just vanished one day and returned to her birthlands to resume the role given to her upon birth? She could just picture their group mounting and rescue, and she couldn’t have their blood on her hooves. She sighed, and leaned against one of the massive trunks, awaiting her companions.
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Jan 7, 2019 14:34:16 GMT -6
Chance Atoli
vagabond mercenary Chance felt the hair prickle up his spine as a scream from the group lit up the same way the lightning did. His ears struck back to glue to his poll, his white legs fumbled underneath his form as a patch of hair along his top line threatened to change colors.
“I-it’s alright, dear!” Chance’s voice echoed meekly through the band of travelers at the pitiful scream. It was obviously full of fright, yet it didn't allow Chance to settle anymore at ease. Squinting through his goggles at a world that appeared with a reddish-tinge, the mercenary was relieved when a ranger prompted a canter. Chance’s little legs spurred motion that was more of a fumbling, spooking gallop than anything graceful. His wings hugged his sides, unable to take flight in such conditions, much to his disappointment.
Launching continuously forward in a gait that needed to stretch farther to keep up with the rest, Chance’s golden eyes squeezed shut and his jaw tensed as the wind shook the group’s weight. Lightening cracked overhead and the dark clouds rolled deeper in line with their thundering voice. Hooves pounded in conjunction to the threatening sound, a beat that encouraged Chance only farther forward until the group collided beneath tree leaves.
The boy’s body heaved in time with his breath as he settled to a walk, only to swing back around to those who continued to enter the woods.
“You all..! You all are alright I hope?!” His voice set on edge, derailed his own anxiety regarding the trip to settle his attention on the rest. Chance’s energy strived to look through the commotion with a raised head, silently concerned and wondering of the mare who had let loose such a scream. The boy swiveled to avoid hooves that came in from the storm, and eventually removed himself to the side of the path, shaking once in a pathetic attempt to dry off before his stance stiffened naturally once again.
“All… Alright…” Chance sighed into fading words as his eyes scanned the crowd.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 8, 2019 5:50:32 GMT -6
Miguel
Vagabond l Ranger
(ID: Hawk 088)
“Grief is in two parts. The first is loss.
The second is the remaking of life.”
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It almost felt as if the party had been going in circles since they set out. No matter which direction they went in, no matter the path they took, it just seemed to get them more lost. It didn't help that Miguel had only been traveling the area for a few months at best and was still woefully unfamiliar with the territory. Thankfully, he'd only been hired to help escort the group, not lead them.
"The trees! We must be lost enough! W-we ought to seek cover before the wind carries us away! Don't you think?!" The young merc called out, looking to Miguel and the other ranger for assurance, which Aconite freely gave. “Yes, let’s pick up the pace and go for the trees!” The ranger's voice boomed out over the howling wind. Miguel nodded, squinting as the wind beat against his face and kicked debris up into his eyes as he made his way towards the forest the young mercenary had pointed out. His pace was steady as he hung back slightly to bring up the rear, keeping a close eye on Aconite as not to loose track of his partner. While the winged stallion seemed reliable enough, previous partners had made Miguel a bit wary. Catching up with the rest of the group, he managed to hear Aconite's response to one the group about the storm. "Agreed. Storms like these shouldn't be trifled with." Miguel added with a thick Aquorian accent, glancing up at the sky briefly from the leafy cover of the trees overhead. While he'd experienced his fair share of violent storms in Aquore, none of them seemed quite as strange as the one brewing over Sirith's plains. The golden horse's gaze shifted to the mercenary once more as the younger horse spoke. “You all..! You all are alright I hope?! All… Alright…” Miguel eyed the mercenary curiously, wondering what possessed this horse to take on such a job in the first place when they seemed so uncomfortable with it. Even so, it wasn't his place to judge and instead he just nodded slightly in affirmation that he was alright wondering what the merc's next move was going to be.
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Post by celesaiira on Jan 9, 2019 8:15:23 GMT -6
Elenna Vagabond Peddler
Elenna shivered nervously as she took in her surroundings, recognising nothing. The wind howled as it tore through her mane, and pinned her wings to her side. She glanced around anxiously, hoping in vain for some sign, something familiar, but the landscape eluded recognition. If only it was a little calmer, if only it were safe to fly! After all, she'd travelled the land for years, surely she'd find something were she looking at it from the sky. The wind roared again, a cruel reminder of why she could not travel as normal. Even her companions were different; long gone were the days when a quick-witted peddler could navigate alone and survive.
She was not ungrateful though; the security of company had outweighed the loss of her solitude. It had surprised her how comfortable she was, how quickly she'd adjusted to travelling with others again. She had Fae, but she was so precious, too precious to risk, and that created a danger in itself; she knew well that were anything to happen to Fae that she would risk her own life to protect the tiny fox. Here she had the knowledge that others would have her back if any danger were to befall them, and she theirs. She tried to mask her fear for the sake of the others, even as the storm worsened.
Elenna almost snorted in response to the childlike stallion, frolicking out in the storm like a newborn colt, and was on the verge of making a sharp remark, when the pegasus calmly reprimanded him. "It seems our best bet," she agreed smoothly, casting an icy look at the stallion. "But we must be quick. Gods know how we've gotten so lost, but the sooner we're under shelter the better."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2019 14:42:53 GMT -6
The woods. The promise of safety.
It seems you can outrun a storm.
In the protection of the great old trees of Skytop Forest, there is respite. The world feels silent after the violent howling of the storm.
Before your very eyes, the storm turns. It glides across the open plain and into the wood.
You cannot outrun this storm.
Within moments, the storm has swallowed you whole. The wind stings your skin, even as the trees around you stand still, leaves untouched by the wind. Instead the trunks themselves seem to lift off the ground. The forest twists and turns. Paths are formed, others blocked. The storm crackles with purple and yellow light, too bright and too silent for thunder.
When you think about it, you can’t hear the wind either. It is silent. The world beyond the grasp of the storm, muffled.
Far away.
The sky you see through the twisting shape of the storm is lit with starlight.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2019 14:45:05 GMT -6
The group stayed steady enough, reaching the forest with if not ease at least success. Dalach sighed as the howl of the storm seized for a moment and he had just enough time to look at the group to make sure everyone was in one piece and nod to Chance. Even Dalach’s usual cockiness had lost its edge after being spun around in seemingly endless circles – maybe he wasn’t the best at navigating, but he sure as stars was better than this. Had Dalach been prone to self-doubt, now would have been a moment to question everything.
And then the storm turned. There was precious little time to do anything about it, except try to shield his face with his wing as the piercing wind ripped between the trees. It was no ordinary storm, and it made little difference that he tried to move his body to best shield the smallest equines in the company.
“We must find a way to any shelter”, he exclaimed, his voice sounding oddly loud as he had expected to shout over the storm and only then fully realized the quiet, looking around at the forest that looked nothing like it just had. They had just entered, yet the entrance to the forest was nowhere to be seen as if they were somewhere much deeper in the forest. His pale gaze moved from one equine to the next: “Keep close by, we must keep moving.”
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Post by purrsain on Jan 11, 2019 18:29:45 GMT -6
Athelstan Mercenary The storm seemed to only be getting fiercer as the minutes dragged on. He could feel the emotions of the group and it made him heavy with nervousness. In an attempt to make everyone feel a little better in the group he sent waves of calmness towards the more nervous ones in the group, like Chance, Lori, and Lillie and her family.
Something with this storm seemed different than normal storms, and it sent a chill down his spine. Athelstan stuck close by his sister as they moved into the forest. The moment they entered, everything went silent. The outside world seemed to just be turned off, there were absolutely no sounds. The sounds of the raging wind had completely gone silent. Something seemed off—very off. He was not going to let his guard down for a minute of their time in this forest.
Looking to his twin, “Lori, stay close to me, okay? I don’t like the vibes I’m getting from this place.” He whispered in her ear quietly. The last thing he needed was his twin who he hadn’t been reunited with for very long to get lost or hurt. From here on out they could only pray to Ignacio they would be safe, even though he had a feeling things were about to get a million times worse.
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Post by Talentha on Jan 11, 2019 19:35:03 GMT -6
Lorelei
Melodic Bard She was stupid to have run ahead like that, but luckily everyone else was just as quick on their hooves to get under the cover of the trees. She waited for them to join her, and Chance was the first. He seemed concerned for her wellbeing, and gave him a calm nicker in return. Her brother’s calming thoughts were comforting, and grounded her for a time. As the rest of them came, she found herself at Athel’s side again, and she leaned his head against his side for a moment before they continued on again.
She was still nervous. Oh did she wish that her sister and Oath and Salix were here. As a team, they seemed unstoppable. At least she had her brother, which was something. She would be so lost without him. The thought gave her a shudder, and she moved closer to him.
As they continued into the trees, they could no longer see the exit, almost as if it had never existed. The thought scared her, and she suppressed a cry. They had so many equines here, she would be safe right? Maybe she should have listened to Rania when her sister had told her to learn how to use a weapon. But a weapon wasn’t going to help them here.
Then she noticed the storm had followed them even into the trees. There was no rest, no reprise, no safety here. Perhaps it was coincidence, but she rather thought not as the storm took on a terrifying turn.
Dalach yelled at the group to be herd over the wind, telling them to stay together, but his yelling was pointless, as there was no wind to be heard. It was eerily silent. She felt the wind harass her, and she decided to use her teke to take the flowers out of her hair, her jewels off and stow them safely in her pack. One of her roses was pulled from her grip and she watched it flutter out of each to land in a bush, one unaffected by the wind.
As the trunks of the trees almost seemed to lift off the ground, the mare started to freeze up in terror. This was no normal storm, as their path seemed laid out for them, forced to follow a route given to them. Her ears pinned back and she whinnied softly, eyes wide. Light danced around from lightning, but that too gave off no sound of thunder, and the purple and yellow flashed, giving everything some strange colors. On any other day, it might be beautiful, but today it was nothing but frightening.
She pulled on all the tales she had heard throughout the world, the legends, the lore. There were some bits and pieces about storms, like the one where the forest was turned to bone at the Wordsmith Gathering, but even that was nothing like this. This forest was not becoming bone, this storm was only affecting them, and not a single tale she knew spoke of the deafening silence.
She was a little too frightened to sing, her words still with a beautiful voice, but no longer did she attempt to give tune to them. Her brother told her to stick close, and she had no plans to do otherwise. “I do not like this.” Her voice was quiet, but it would be heard easily by the group in the absence of sound. “No story do I know that speaks of a storm such as this, and I know many. I’m afraid someone means us harm, or that someone is shepherding us through the trees. I no longer believe that our misfortune of being lost was a mistake, but rather intended. I have never known any equine to possess the strength to call upon a storm of this caliber, although I could be wrong. But I fear that somehow we have attracted the attention of the gods. I pray to Ignacio that it is not a bad thing.”
It took a lot for her to continue to put one hoof in front of the other, but she managed, even though the fear was evident in every hair of her body. Her twin’s soothing presence was the only reason she was able to keep going, and she slowly stepped along the path that they were being forced to follow.
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Post by TinyMinou on Jan 12, 2019 12:35:56 GMT -6
Lillie
Vagabond - Bard
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Her eyes shifted around, looking at the group as the storm seemed the grow more. She was relieved as they all agreed to seek shelter. So with a quick trot she returned to her family. With a small prayer to Cascade and Kaia for her family's safety, she walked with them to the trees.
It seemed safe there, but it was far from it. With a quick look back at the plains, she saw the wind coming towards them. There was little to no time to react, the only thing she could do was shield her daughter. The wind, it stinged. She kept her eyes closed while the storm passed them. There was no sound as she would have expected.
Only after that she felt that it was safe, she opened her eyes. Before her, was something that she never had seen.
It seemed that the storm had made a 'path' for them. Shakingly, she went to stay closer with her husband and daughter. She had never seen anything like this nor even heard of it.
But she agreed with Dalach. We must stay close together, it seemed safer than being far apart. With a quick pace, they joined closer to the group as they had previously were behind the group.
With a quick glance, she looked into her saddlebags. She had worried that her familiar Pancake was shaken up by the heavy storm. But instead of a shaking hamster, she saw her sleeping deeply. Of course she was. What was there to expect from a pancake stealing dwarf hamster.
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Post by celesaiira on Jan 13, 2019 13:58:32 GMT -6
Elenna Vagabond Peddler
This is no normal storm, thought Elenna to herself, protecting her face with her wing as the storm roared through the forest, tearing down the trees nearby and almost creating a path. It was vicious, dragging down trees and rearranging the world around her, but aside from the terror of it, it did not harm her. Odd colours flashed before her eyes, a glimpse of stardust rained down by them and then it all fell still. But the forest surrounding them was not the same one they had entered. "I no longer believe that our misfortune of being lost was a mistake, but rather intended. I have never known any equine to possess the strength to call upon a storm of this caliber, although I could be wrong. But I fear that somehow we have attracted the attention of the gods." said a mare, a bard by the looks of her and Elenna's stomach twisted with anxiety. If they had been lost before, they now had precious little hope of managing to find their location, without the fear of some force of magic, or an act of the Gods chasing them round at whim. "I've never seen anything like this," Elenna said, casting her eyes round at her companions. "I do not wish to jump to any conclusions about why the storm is the way it is, but it has plagued us and it certainly seems to be acting with intent." Her eyes darkened. "And that intent so far has not been to reassure us. Still, there is little good in dithering, I don't believe we have a choice. There is no purpose in us staying here, and we must find shelter."
She glanced back around them, staring in vain at the unfamiliar landscape. "As for what created this storm, be it God or beast, if they are strong enough to create such a storm there is nothing we can do to outrun them. We may as well try and do as we wish and pray they agree" She looked around the party, her eyes resting sadly on the child accompanying the wandering family, trying not to let her anxiety show through. Oh Sky Mother, she thought wretchedly. Have you forsaken me? There is a child among us, families, siblings. Whether this magic is pure or evil, of your creation or not, please keep us all safe.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Jan 13, 2019 15:41:45 GMT -6
Umbra | PeddlerUmbra had simply nodded along when the others suggested that the storm would be better to watch from the safety of the trees. He supposed they had more experience and likely knew such a thing was not always safe. He galloped full speed ahead, reaching the trees ahead of a few others. He then slowed himself to a gentle walking pace. The young stallion gazed back, hoping to see the storm from where they stood in the safety of the forest.
What he saw instead greatly confused him. The trees were thicker than he had thought. The vast fields had entirely disappeared from their view. Now there were only trees and the whipping wind. The wind was beginning to worry him. It was everywhere and it was vicious, but it was not loud. Umbra had never been in any true storms before, however based on what he'd read in books, they were not supposed to be practically silent. He felt himself drifting nearer to the other members of the travelling group. Fear was beginning to set in.
Umbra began whispering prayers to Ignacio. His god had always seemed to answer his prayers. Hopefully this moment would be no different. "Um... W-why is everything like this? Do you really think the gods would do something like this to us?" Umbra whispered to the others. He feared that if he spoke too loud something much worse might hear. This was the first time in his life for months that he was entirely apart from his father and it was terrifying. He didn't know what would happen if he never returned. He shook the thought away as best he could and looked to the mare that spoke of escaping. Umbra decided she might be one to follow.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 16, 2019 17:23:53 GMT -6
Miguel
Vagabond l Ranger
(ID: Hawk 088)
“Grief is in two parts. The first is loss.
The second is the remaking of life.”
References l Playlist l Moodboard
As the storm started to overtake them, the fur along the back of Miguel's neck stood up. This was no ordinary storm, and was nothing like anything he'd seen before. It concerned him deeply, though outwardly he attempted to maintain a calm and confidant demeanor. It wouldn't be wise to frighten those they were escorting more than they already were. Nothing made sense, the storm was too quiet and too destructive to be natural, and yet, he doubted that even the gods would cause something as chaotic as this... From up ahead, he could hear Aconite's voice. “We must find a way to any shelter. Keep close by, we must keep moving.” Miguel nodded in agreement, ushering the others along while pulling his cloak tightly around his shoulders to stave off some of the wind and debris. He could feel Pip moving around restlessly within his pack, and he hoped the faerie would stay put... This strange weather was far too dangerous for the tiny creature, and Miguel wasn't ready to deal with another loss. Pushing onward, he listened as the others began to question if this was the god's doing. While he wouldn't put it past the god of wind to create something so terrifying, he still couldn't imagine the deity dropping such a storm in such a random location, and he didn't believe any of the mortals in their small party would garner that much attention. Even so, he didn't dwell much on the possibilities. "If the gods truly wished us dead, do you really believe this would be their preferred method? Whatever the cause of this storm is doesn't matter until we can find someplace to wait it out." He stated gruffly, ducking his head to keep the wind out of his eyes. "Can anyone see any sign of shelter?" He called, hoping someone towards the front of the group was having better luck.
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Jan 19, 2019 13:29:44 GMT -6
Chance Atoli
vagabond mercenary
The wave of relief that came with surrendering under the forest's protection didn't last long, and Chance was left holding his breath as the silent storm wriggled under the tree leaves with a wind that threatened to knock him over. Releasing a gasp of breath, Chance was shocked that he could hear himself, and that they were being rocked by a silent storm.
"The forest was supposed to be our shelter!" Chance shouted above the wind they couldn't hear. His small, springy gait bounced back forward as the band launched back into motion. The pegasus' goggles hugged tight around their eyes to see through the stinging wind, yet his wings were ineffective unless he wanted to be blown away. The Breimian kept in time with Dalach as he turned, staying light on his feet even as trees uprooted from the ground. Shivers were sent up his spine where Chance's appearance threatened to change on an instinctual, nervous habit-- he'd never expected life outside of Sterling's tunnels to be of this caliber. "How can we attempt to run from something that can follow us through what should be safe?" Chance's voice hummed nervously, pitch raising and falling accordingly.
As the group contorted between thoughts of an angry god, so did the paths ahead, and Chance's feiry eyes widened in astonishment as their surrounding lit up with an unnatural brightness. A step behind the gray ranger leading, his head swung around to lay eyes on the rest of their travelers through golden strands. He was relieved to spot everyone who had started the journey in a maroon tinge.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2019 17:50:19 GMT -6
The storm encloses you completely. The trees dance along the wind, whole and unmarred. Their leaves red as blood, or as vibrant blue as the sea, or greener than the lushest meadow.
The wind, the striking howling wind, mellows. You can still feel the wind on your skin, and you can certainly see the whirling tornado that encloses you, but within, the gale is gentle. Unnatural colors still crack through the sky above, and the silence, within and outside, is unnaturally deep. You can almost hear your own heartbeat – you can certainly hear the breath of each of your companions.
As you breathe in and out the outlandish calm, you taste strawberries. No… The sweetest wine you have ever had. The secret pastry recipe of your childhood.
The air smells and tastes sweet. The fondest pleasures of your mortal lives dance on your tongue, different for each of you. Memories of days long gone, tastes almost forgotten.
The trees split and weave a path onward. Deeper into the silent storm.
The stars above shine bright.
A face forms in the clouds. Then another. More and more faces. Achingly familiar faces – people you have lost, left behind, or perhaps simply drifted from. Friends and family. The ghosts that visit your dreams at night.
Unnatural lights shadow the shapes, and as one, they open their mouths and speak in a thunderous voice that echoes with the force of a thousand memories.
A heart’s yearning. Lingering. On the edge of time and memory.
How cruel is the passage of time, how sweet the memory. Glimpses of starlight in the shape of ghosts.
But loyal is the heart.
Another path opens into the wall of trees and faces. Around it is new faces – mirrors of your own, clothed in glory and the most silent, dearest wishes of your heart.
Dreams of a different kind.
Things that could be. Should be. Years will wear them into impossibility.
Yet free you are to follow.
I wonder, then – which will you seize?
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Post by Talentha on Jan 22, 2019 23:02:09 GMT -6
Lorelei
Melodic Bard The sky grew bright around them, and Lori closed her eyes against the unnatural brightness, pressing against her brother’s side tightly, her ears pinned back against her head. She finally opened them, as perhaps things weren’t as scary as they seemed. While it seemed to be a strange world they had been transported into, as nothing seemed naturally colored and everything was extra vibrant.
A smell came to her nose, and it took her a moment to recognize it. The scent was sweet, familiar, and comforting, it was the scent of Marion, Oath’s mother, as she comforted Lori on lonely nights. She had first scented the mare’s perfume when Gale had purchased Lori from her abusive owners and brought her home with him. Marion had embraced her close, like she would her own child. While Lorelei was still a slave to this family, they treated her kindly, and she helped where she could, Marion and Gale becoming like parents to her. The mare was long cold in the ground now, and Lorelei had not scented her in many months.
The stars were bright, and Lori concentrated on them, trying to forget how unnatural this was. Something caught at the corner of her eyes and she stood still, her jaw dropping as faces appeared to her. First it was Marion and Gale, and Oath and his Sister. Then it was Rania, and what she could only assume were more family, perhaps even her mother, as her half sister had mentioned their dam looked almost identical to the green horned unicorn. Then there was a dappled grey stallion, a slave brand clear as day, and looking between him and her brother beside her, there was no mistaking that this could be their father. There were few other faces in the mist, her friend Salix, whom while quiet, Lori considered a gift to their group.
“This is impossible.” She whispered, her jaw dropping open at the faces in the mist. They spoke, thundering and echoing in her head, impossible to shut out. She whimpered as she listened to them speak, giving her a choice, a choice of a loyal heart.
She looked around and there were more faces, her own. In that one, she saw her horn restored. Another all her scars were gone. Another beamed confidence that the shy equine lacked. Yet another looked different enough that she could never be mistaken for her old self again, no more fears of being recaptured. Echoes of her own voice gave her the choice of the impossible.
“No, no I cannot choose.” She turned, wanting to go back but the silent storm would not allow it, and she cowered, shaking like a leaf. Tears started falling down her face. “Please don’t make me choose.”
She knew without a doubt though that there was no getting out of here unless she and the other’s chose, and it seemed the group was rather divided, although she saw many faces looking over at what she could only image was reflections of their own as well. She closed her eyes, breathing in a few times, trying to calm herself. “Spirits, gods, whomever this may be, I will choose the second path. Bringing back the dead seems unnatural, and I have faith that I will be reunited with my family on the road, with Rania and Oath and Salix, and of course stay right at my brother’s side. I just don’t want to be afraid anymore.” With that she stood at the second path, marking her choice for the rest of the group.
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Post by purrsain on Jan 26, 2019 0:24:20 GMT -6
Athelstan Mercenary Athelstan bit his lip as everyone’s nervousness piled up on him. Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling he attempted to send waves of calmness to everyone he could, but alas it was most likely no use.
He watched, as the wind and sky seemed to calm as if attempting to sooth the travellers anxiousness. His twin pressed herself into him more and more until she couldn’t go any further. There was something in the air, something smelled so eerily familiar it chilled him to the bone. It was the smell of his eldest sisters’ home, his true home after she purchased him from his previous master, and freed him from the life of the pits. He could also taste her favorite ale on his lips, she always let him drink it with her, and no one else was allowed though. It was only reserved for her and himself.
The clouds around them took shape of a face; he couldn’t place the face that he was looking at. He examined it closer and observed, Dapple-grey markings so familiar to his that he could have sworn this was his twin. But it wasn’t, because his twin was standing right next to him, this face had to be the one he always dreamed of meeting. His heart longed to meet this figure, his father. He didn’t know if his father was alive or dead, being a slave just like Athelstan and Lorelei, there was the huge possibility that he died a long time ago.
The clouds then took another shape, this time forming into a friend. Clythus, his best and only real friend. The one friend he had left behind in the retched city of Valore. Oh how his heart longed to see his friend once more.
Athelstan watched as a second cloud formed. It took the shape of Rania, Oath, Salix, and there was a face he had never seen, it was that of a large stallion with wild hair and a cheeky smirk on his face. The faces he did know all smiled upon him in happiness. He knew then the way he needed to go. He could not go back to Valore, he would only be hurt again and there was no way he would leave his beloved companions and sisters.
Athelstan looked to both paths and then looked down to his sister for a brief moment. Unshed tears were in his eyes as he finally whispered, “I choose the second path. I cannot go back to the past. What’s done is done. I must move forward.” His voice seemed to waiver for a moment before slowly gaining in volume as he confirmed his choice. He nuzzled his head into his sister’s neck as he went to the second path with her. They waited with anxiousness as the rest of the group made their choices.
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Jan 29, 2019 11:31:14 GMT -6
Chance Atoli
vagabond mercenary
Chance's eyes flickered back and forth between concern and utter adrenaline. His nose was filled with the scent of warm, burning embers while his ears were blocked with the sound of flickering flames. It was the soothing essence of back home between the labyrinths, and at the moment, Chance missed it. The smoke-like, almost iridescent depiction of his loved ones made his heart ache with a certain about of guilt-- and perhaps an oddly placed spite. Still, the flash of his fathers, his uncle, his grandparents-- and then Kalyan. He felt guilty for leaving. He wondered if his parents knew he had abandoned The Point, surely when he stopped writing... Chance gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as the inaudible wind stung his ears. Peeling back open, to ignite the same golden eyes, Chance settled on an image of... himself?
He nearly gasped at the depiction, wanting to shutter back and recoil. He had graduated a degree of higher learning, and his parents were proud-- his entire family was. He didn't panic in Sterling's tight spaces, he did well in them. And Kalyan-- Kalyan was there? The image made him ache in a different way, and the pegasus stepped forward before his rationality could tell him not too. Chance had never been one to fall much for self-indulgence, and it was strange to succumb to the desire. Yet, somehow, he felt almost deserving in the instant.
Perhaps he'd felt that way quite often over the past year. He was eager to make his own decisions.
He took another step forward on some strange, pulling weight. "W-we s-should-- we must choose a path! Stick close together, I don't believe it is smart to separate, now! Let us decide and hope the storm wanes on the other side." Chance stepped forward again with braced muscles, wings protecting his face the best he could muster. He didn't drop a word on his decision, something that perhaps felt selfish and shameful, yet his direction made it obvious. He would return home one day, reunite with his loved ones when that time came.
"L-let's be sure to hurry, now!" He gasped, pushing forward to step ahead with the rangers.
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Post by TinyMinou on Jan 30, 2019 15:23:49 GMT -6
Lillie
Vagabond - Bard
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The air around the mare suddenly smelled differently, almost like home. She smelled the saltness of the sea around her, but also the smell of freshly cut mangos with a hint of dragon fruit. She know she was far from hone, but still felt like she was home.
The mare looked around, two paths has formed. First she looked to her left as the the strong salty smell came from there.
The mare turned her head to the clouds as they started to take shape. She began to recognize the shapes in the clouds. Suddenly, she saw it; It was her family. She saw her mother and father looking right at her, smiling as the stood close together. Right next to them were her sisters Charyen and Abby. Even the rest of her family was behind them; uncles, aunts, family friends. Everyone was there. Lillie unawarely walked towards the path. The smell of papaya filled her nostrils. Tears were slowly rolling out of her, smiling as she looked at her family. She hasn't seen nor heard of them since that she was knocked off the ship. A small sea shantie began to softly leave her lips as she kept staring at the clouds. It was the song that she and her parents sang to her before tucking her in to sleep.
She came back down to Hireath as her husband tapped on her shoulder, pointing with his wings to the right path. There, she saw something magnificent. She saw herself in the clouds. She was standing on a table in the middle of a big inn, singing songs of her past. Everyone was cheering, even throwing some flowers at the mare. Behind her was her husband, with his loving warm eyes looking at her with Marigold beside him. But beside her daughter were two other childeren. They seemed to be twins, one had green shiny scales and the other had beautifull blue wings. Lillie could sworn that they looked a lot like they could be children of her and her husband. Maybe they were.
Lillie backed away from the first path, back again joining the group. She saw Lori freak out. She worried about the mare, but she didn't know what to do to help her. She was stuck with her own feelings. She longed for her family, but she knew that the rest of the group probably would be going for the fame.
Trying to hold back her tears, she softly said "I'll be missing you. May Cascade keep you in her loving embrace and protect you from harm."
And so she followed Chance. "Let's be going." she said quietly as she kept her blue eyes down, walking slowly beside her husband and daughter.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2019 15:26:07 GMT -6
Your choice is made.
The storm swallows the past in a torrent of familiar screams. But as they die down, the path you chose is wide open before you.
The path drawn before you is one of gold and gemstone and veins of silver.
The walls, formed by the storm itself, flash with dreams. Some intimate enough to make you blush. Never spoken out loud.
It is good of you to choose this.
There is wisdom in letting the past wither and die.
The voice without a body echoes in the wind halls. It seems to come from everywhere, and nowhere. No matter how you walk, it draws neither nearer or further.
You come across a sheer drop. A ravine seems to stretch on as far as your eyes can see, an ugly scar on the earth. Deep enough that you can not see the bottom; and too vast to cross.
Strange. There should be no such formation around these parts.
Some call it holy.
Others call it but a dream.
It is most needed in times dire.
Brightest light on stormy seas.
Whether promise or brick, salvation or a fleeting trick;
it is this you seek.
Silence. The storm draws closer. There is little room between you and the abyss.
It is this I promise you. Speak it true and so shall it be.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 31, 2019 0:01:08 GMT -6
Miguel
Vagabond l Ranger
(ID: Hawk 088)
“Grief is in two parts. The first is loss.
The second is the remaking of life.”
References l Playlist l Moodboard
It was then he heard the voice, looking around as the storm clouds formed the faces of those he'd loved and lost. Faces he longed to see once more, and knew he never could. The words promised more than he could have ever hoped for. The voice continued, with the storms clouds shifting into glimpses of glory and fame, a future filled with the things Miguel's past had been filled with. When the voice asked him to choose, his heart pulled him towards the first path, the one where he could be reunited with his family...many of whose lives had been cut short, and his dearest friends both of whom he doubted he would ever see again should he miss this opportunity. As he looked around though, he saw his charges, those he had sworn to escort and protect, head off in the other direction. He couldn't abandon his post....he couldn't leave them to their own fates when he'd sworn an oath as a ranger...but just this once, he desperately wanted to. As he followed behind the others, it felt as if his very heart was being ripped from his chest, leaving a bloody trail in it's wake. Tears well up in his eyes, threatening to spill over as the storm swallows up the faces of his loved ones, their all too familiar screams lingering in his ears. He pressed on, though every step felt torturous, his mind dwelling on what he'd lost. "It is good of you to choose this. There is wisdom in letting the past wither and die."
Miguel's face contorted into a snarl as the voice spoke once more, as if mocking him and the choice that had been ripped from him in the name of duty. He was so enraged by the voice, so lost in his own torturous thoughts, that he almost missed the sudden drop off in front of him. Coming to an abrupt halt, his fore hoof dangerously close to the edge, he heard the voice speak once more.
"Some call it holy. Others call it but a dream. It is most needed in times dire. Brightest light on stormy seas. Whether promise or brick, salvation or a fleeting trick; it is this you seek. It is this I promise you. Speak it true and so shall it be."
A riddle? What kind of childish game was this and who was playing it? Miguel's mind raced as he looked to the others. Their safety was dependent on the answer to a riddle? After just losing his entire family a second time, he was hardly in the right frame of mind to think of the answer to a riddle... Still, there were equines depending on him, and he'd do his best to aid them in whatever way he could. Burring his thoughts deep in his mind, he centered himself, detaching himself from the memories as he tried to focus on the here and now. Inhaling sharply, his gaze shifted from one equine to the next, settling on the young mercenary called Chance.
"If we only have one shot at this... we should all agree on an answer before anyone goes shouting it into the void." Miguel's voice was colder than intended as he spoke. "I'm not one for riddles myself, I never have been....The only answer I could conceive of for this would be faith. Anyone else want to toss their thoughts into the mix?" He looked from Chance to Aconite before shifting his gaze to the others as Pip finally popped his tiny blue head out of the bag to look around.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2019 14:26:28 GMT -6
The storm whirls, silent and windless, yet dark and foreboding.
It seems to listen.
At Miquel's word, it screams with fury and anguish.
The storm draws closer.
Faith is not what you seek.
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Post by Talentha on Jan 31, 2019 21:38:22 GMT -6
Lorelei
Melodic Bard Lorelei had been the first to make her decision, which made her nervous. Athelstan soon also stood beside her at the right fork, which was a relief. She was glad they thought alike, the two of them were said to share a soul, and if they were too different, well that would be scary. More of the group joined them, Chance stuttering a bit, and she reached out to give him a slight nuzzle. She was scared too, but they had each other right?
As they were shepherded along that path now, she took the steps forward, as the storm gave them no choice to go back and change their minds. It soon drove them to a ravine, and she tripped, causing a rock to scatter to the edge and fall down impossibly far. She gulped, and listened to the voices again, this time giving the group a riddle.
“You can’t be serious!” she cried out in despair. “What if we were not smart enough to solve your riddle? Would you plunge us to our deaths when it was you, whoever you are, who brought us here?” Tears fell down her face, and she sniffled, more than a little scared now.
It was one of the rangers that decided to speak up, giving his guess of faith. To her, is was a sound answer, it made sense, but when the voices returned to tell them that the answer was wrong, and the wind seemed to increase, she hunkered down against the wind, closing her eyes, terrified of being blown off the edge. Perhaps if she had a blessing, she might have had something to help, but she felt that she deserved nothing of the sort, and had never prayed for assistance or a blessing like that before.
As she went over the words again in her head, something else came to mind. Her mind travelled to Oath, and his muttering. He had said something once that was ringing true in her head. This had to be it.
“A friend of mine once said ‘hope is but a dream’. And when you are stuck on savage seas, you might have hope to survive. Is the answer hope?” She picked up her head just enough to address the voices, afraid that if her answer was wrong that it would be yet another strike and another gust to push them over the edge.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Feb 1, 2019 14:01:53 GMT -6
Umbra | PeddlerUmbra was mistified as the storm began to change. The winds themselves seemed to be speaking. Then they began to reform. How an invisible force can form into a figure, he had no clue. But, he didn't worry too much about the science behind it. Magic seemed to work in mysterious ways.
The longer the young stallion stood there the more he began to see. There were familiar face in the wind. Jenko, his father's dearest friend that Umbra loved so much. Then there was the old mare who had raised him. He questioned her presence more than the pit fighter's, simply because he had thought her dead. Then there was a third face in the wind. It was a mare in a sparkling bridle. She reminded him of someone. Of himself... Umbra was ready to run to her, she must be his long gone mother. But, the others spoke up, they knew it was unwise to chase the winds for family and friends long gone. He thought the same. Jenko would find his way to them eventually. The old mare was dead. And... his mother... well she never wanted him anyway. Umbra stood firm with the others.
Eventually the winds seemed to shift again. A true voice could be heard within them. He shuddered at the thought. Umbra was new to the open world, but this was unlike anything he'd ever heard tales of. Surely some god was behind this.
Soon the voice began to speak a riddle. Umbra thought himself decent at riddles. He was smart. But, he worried what was at stake. Another had already answered and been told they were wrong. And another spoke up soon after. He didn't want to be rude, but he offered an answer as well. "Is it... safety? I think we all want that the most right now," Umbra's voice was soft, for he was terrified of getting the riddle wrong. But, his answer made the most sense to him.
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