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Post by Queerly on Jan 3, 2019 14:28:07 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and Welcome to Aodh Plot 710: A Series of Unfortunate Events Team Leaders: Savara Participants: Clythus, Evaris, Jenko, Amon 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: The slave life is never glamorous, and even pitfighters and pedigree serviles find themselves running the odd errand. It’s troublesome to navigate the marketplace streets, still broken from the awful riots of only a few months ago, but at least nothing bad can happen when performing such a mundane task... Location: Valore Marketplace (Commons District) Time of Day: Nightfall You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by perfectkawa on Jan 4, 2019 0:36:28 GMT -6
SAVARA
Aodh | Servile Slave
Post 1 | 385w
There was a gentle clop, clop of hooves hitting pavement as Savara plodded through the marketplace, brow furrowed just a bit and lip curled with the most obvious disgust. She'd had no intention of leaving the house at such an hour, but, then again, she'd also never planned on becoming a slave- especially to such an insolent brat like Cirilla. Her hellish little master had demanded some potions, of all things, and the servant's green gaze swept up and down the street as she moved forward, looking for any sign of a merchant who might sell what she was looking for. What was so important about these it couldn't have waited until the following morning? The city was creepy at night, and the mare's distrust of the upper class Valorians only increased when she noticed how many other slaves were around, presumably also shopping for their lazy masters. She pitied those who seemed to have lost the light in their eyes, who had resigned themselves to a life like this, like hers, mulling around shops and doing endless errands for those who would never see the real value in their mediocre existence.
It was times like these she wondered what had become of her wandering kirin companion- had Wyn found herself in a similar situation, tied down and branded with a shameful mark for all to see and judge? Had she met a worse or kinder fate instead? Every thought of the antler-adorned horse, and every snide remark made by her pegasus master, did nothing but rekindle Savara's burning passion to escape her binds and never look back. Her gaze fell upon some crumbled remnants of what had previously been a statue of sorts, likely destroyed in the riots that had taken place when slaves like herself had been taken from their owners, and she sneered, wondering how any of these snot-nosed horses could possibly think they were right to call themselves children of Ignacio. One day she would prove herself to Him, and He would see that she was a better representative of His image than her captors could even dream of being.
For now, though, the little unicorn bided her time, pausing at a nearby stall to peruse the various wares, and wondering if Cirilla would be content with an intricate barrette instead.
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Jan 4, 2019 15:20:30 GMT -6
JENKO | PIT FIGHTER
It had been months since Hell had broken loose on Aodh, months since they had round up slaves to clean up their mess… and months since the majority of them had successfully escaped, including Jenko’s best friend: Galloway. The latter had lingered in Jenko’s mind ever since. He wondered how he was doing out there... if he was even alive to begin with.
Jenko quickly cast that thought aside, shaking his head vigorously as he was heading to the marketplace. Galloway knew a thing or two about fighting. He was going to be fine. They were all going to be fine.
Something beneath his hooves cracked, snapping him out of it. He looked down, realizing he had stepped on what seemed like debris: remnants of a once beautiful stall an Aodhian vendor would've been proud of, no doubt.
“Gods…” he whispered as he raised his head to look around. The riots sure had left destruction in their wake. Disappointment was apparent at every turn. The sight reminded him of the state the Crucible was in; the attack that had started a series of unfortunate events. It reminded him of the utter chaos in Breim as well, and lastly it reminded him of the slave escapees. He sighed. Why his beloved master had asked him to go and run errands at this hour, especially seeing the state the marketplace was in still, was beyond him but he happily obliged anyway.
He was one of the few that hadn’t escaped. He could’ve and hesitated to do so, he realized, but ultimately decided against it. It became clearer as to why that was; his sister, his master and his fellow slaves who needed saving were still here. Yes, Aodh must rise to glory once more, and he was going to be part of that change. Ignacio had intended for him to stay. Ignacio had answered his prayers at last and most importantly, Jenko had made Him a promise. One he intended to keep. He sighed again, but more contently this time.
Perhaps the pit fighter needn’t look far, for a young Aodhian had caught his eye. They looked a little lost, but mostly irritated. Jenko snorted as he confidently walked up to them and said: “Why they (referring to a master) send us out at this hour is beyond me too, but what can you do? I’m Jenko, and you look a little lost, yet in no need for help.” He offered them his most charming grin “Nice to meet you.”
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Jan 5, 2019 18:09:48 GMT -6
 E V A R I S
Light from houses along the road emitted a quiet light, accenting the stone road. It was a quiet night, with the sound of hooves clicking against the stones surrounding the night. Small chatter of the marketplace was distant, but there. Exiting from a rich home, flowers coating the garden up to the gates of the residency. A brightly colored pegasus walked from the house, clothed in a slaves bridle. It was uncomfortable for it to sit on her face constantly, yet at least this one didn't block her teke. She walked with her head high and posture fixed when she knew that her masters were watching her, bidding her with her first lone outing into the marketplace. It was dark, the perfect time for the city to become quiet, and for her to be alone with her thoughts. When out of range from the house, she let go of her prissy posture, bowing her head lower towards her shoulders as she walked. It was peaceful to walk alone, to be herself and huff about even though she still was working for her masters. They wanted to train her to be this prissy, prime slave, to be perfect for nobility, or whatever that meant. Anything Adelaide did not like, she would try to correct. Try. And try as she may, none of it mattered to her.
Now that she was alone she held an arch in her brow as she thought, feeling the soft crunch of debris beneath her hooves. She listened to the way the stones clicked with her hooves, the way they felt uncomfortable. People spoke of Ignacio around here, of his glory and how he would protect them. It made her chuckle to think that the one god they thought they could trust couldn't even protect them from themselves. When she arrived here she had heard of the rioting, had seen the damage done and aided in some of the repairs when she first came. It was back-breaking work to rebuild what the Aodhians themselves had done to their city. Alya would have never let this happen, and yet here she was in this self-destructive herd, a slave.
Amidst her thoughts she walked closer to the market, stopping by at a stand to pick up items for her master. She held the right amount of shards in a small bag she was given, holding it with her teke near to body. It was good that she at least was allowed her teke now, though the thought of escape plagued her mind. The only thing breaking her thoughts was the sound of voices nearby speaking, to which she raised her head, her ears perking up. She turned to see two slaves talking, one with a shaven horn and the other with scars clothing him. It made her chuckle, the thought of a slave needing any help in this culture. She learned quickly how they were treated through experience. "Yeah, it's the rich folk that needs our help, not us filth." Coldly Evaris laughed, not quite caring who heard her think aloud to herself. It was true, after all. Who else to have done the work than the ants below you, right?
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 5, 2019 21:19:05 GMT -6
C L Y T H U SMale | Servile Slave | Aodhian
Having his long hair back felt so much better. The shield of mane covered and hid his scared face, giving him a new sense of confidence, his old confidence back. Head remained level as he moved through the streets, stepping over piles of rubble here and there. Mane and tail were braided up just enough that the stallion could run the errands Eminent Kaiser wished without tripping him up or getting caught in the aftermath of the riots. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked upon the streets and homes that lined them. Such carnage... Such anger... Large dished head shook slowly, hooves continuing to draw him forward.
The memory of watching all the slaves in the last round up run free still plagued the stallions mind. How he could have been one of those. One to run free with the rest... But Clythus had been too scared, couldn't take that chance of the unknown... He was too afraid of not knowing how it would end up. If he would even be happy going that way. He missed his friend Athelstan dearly and was glad that he had helped... But now he had a home that seemed to really care about him, or rather cared about his upkeep.
Ears flickered and his body gave pause as he saw a small group of other serviles not too far from him. His own shopping list tucked away in his pouch. But his ears caught Evaris's words and he flinched. "I'd keep your voice down miss. It's not good to talk about our masters like that..." He expected her to bite back at him, but he could not see another slave become a prisoner of the city. The labor slave force was all but depleted and they were looking for any way to rebuild it. "Sorry, I'll carry on. It's getting late after all..." Clythus moved to side step away from them, wanting to carry on with his task. The darkness was not his friend after all.
POST 1 | WORD COUNT 336
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 6, 2019 1:31:17 GMT -6
 Amon;Aodh | Pit-Fighter
This city is disgusting.It was the first time that he found himself walking the streets of Valore alone. Never before had he’d been allowed to go anywhere without supervision. But things had changed. He could still feel the pain of being branded, the shame. It marked him clearly visibly as slave and since his little “excursion” into the life of a Laborer he wouldn’t do anything that could turn his master against him. He wouldn’t run away that imprudently. And Sonya knew that.
Yet he had expected something...different than going shopping, especially at that time of the day, when he asked to be given a task for his day off.
A little frustrated he looked down once more onto the list with things he had to get. He had spent the years in the Slave Quarters of House Bradene, or in the Pit. How was he supposed to know where he could find all this?
While he was distracted, he stumbled cursingly over some debris and nearly lost his balance. With a morosely snort he picked up the paper again and looked around. Close by stood a small group of slaves, that seemed like arguing over something. His ears pinned back at the sight of feathers, but it was clear to him that he needed to ask someone for help, if he don’t wanted to spent the next hours on searching the right shops.
A little unwillingly he walked towards the buckskin (Clythus) that was just stepping away from the group.
“Excuse me” he said an slightly tilted his head, a remnant of his Talorian heritage, as well as his thick accent. “I’m not too familiar with these streets, and could need some help to find the stores at which I get all these things.”
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Jan 6, 2019 14:52:54 GMT -6
JENKO| PIT FIGHTER His ears flattened against his neck when he overheard Evaris. He shouldn’t interfere, but then again he couldn’t let it slide. Sooner or later he was probably going to get caught up in an argument anyway. For some reason it always seemed to happen when he was involved, no matter what situation he was in. “If you think of yourself as filth then I feel sorry for you.” He simply stated, backing Clythus up. Yes, being a slave wasn’t the best thing in the world but there was a difference in being aware of your rank and downright degrading yourself. He couldn’t entirely blame the Pegasus, though. Jenko was lucky enough to have a master as kind as Lady Scarlette but sadly not everyone was as fortunate. There had been a time where Jenko had felt that way as well, but if he wanted to help others so badly he had to work on himself first. He had seeked answers and got them, which eventually helped in letting the things that no longer mattered go. It was useless to dwell on them; it was only going to hold him back. He had hit the lowest of lows and he didn’t plan on going back…not when things had finally started to look up. The Pegasus was right about one thing however: the more fortunate needed help as well. Slaves were the backbone of Aodh; perhaps they’ve realized that much given the state it’s in. He then turned his attention to the familiar voice. It was Amon, a fellow pit fighter. He had seen him fight on multiple occasions but never had the opportunity to properly present himself. Find stores, huh? Easy peasy. Jenko was more familiar with the marketstreets than he dared admit. He might as well make himself useful to those that actually needed him. “Yo." smooth way to start off, fool. "Ehrmm-- I mean, pardon my rudeness but perhaps I can be of help? I’m quite familiar with the market." he said as he approached the pair of them. "Nice to meet you both. I'm Jenko, by the way.”
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Jan 6, 2019 18:16:44 GMT -6
 E V A R I S
Aodh | Servile Slave
The tapping hooves behind her called her attention after she purchased a few fabrics for her master, holding onto it with her teke absentmindedly. She looked up at the sound of a quiet voice, a smirk still holding her together throughout everything she's been put through until now. Her brow raised at the off-handed comment before the buckskin quickly apologized and moved to walk away. This was followed with a familiarly accented equine that approached, the cadence in his voice sounding akin to hers. The retorts from the appaloosa made her roll her eyes, the corner of her lips raising to a smile. It was funny to her, to think that one reprimanded her to be careful, and the other denied what they were.
Her eyes trained on the hippocampus behind her, however. One that seemed to be avoiding her gaze out of spite. It reminded her of Talori, of how they treated her kind. It was one thing to be property, and it was certainly another to be reminded of her past by some uptight hippocampus. Evaris eyed him for a moment, her teal irises flashing with a hint of irritation. Following her gaze, she responded to Jenko's comment with a chuckle. For a moment she placed her purchases back down on the table, turning to respond to the other slaves. "Ohhh, ye' know it's true, slave boy." The pegasus mare then looked to Clythus, raising her head slightly in a haughty manner. To add to the situation her old accent had crawled out to the limelight, using the dialect that she commonly had with former Talorian crewmates of the past without much thought. She had been adjusting her tone over time to suit her master, though old habits never could die. "And what d'ye think they gonna do, eh? Toss me out, eh? They paid a pretty shard, they wouldn't get rid of me that easily, mate. Relax." With that, she turned heel and lifted her items once more, feeling victory already fueling her pride. She was right. She had to be. After the riots had apparently happened, the king ordered a degree that the slaves could be purchased back at a higher expense. Evaris just so happened to be one of the "luckier" slaves of the bunch, dragged into servitude rather than back-breaking labor. At the very least she wasn't in the mud all day like she was as a child, though being taught to be a prissy little obedient toy wasn't exactly the best life in the world either. Alas, at least she had Alya's blessing to soothe her at night, and that's what truly mattered.
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Post by perfectkawa on Jan 6, 2019 18:47:05 GMT -6
SAVARA
Aodh | Servile Slave
Post 2 | 369w
She had regarded the approach of the pit fighter with a simple nod, gaze quickly taking in the marks on his face- had he earned those as a result of captivity?- before moving to sweep over the few wares before her once more. "Don't s'pose they ever care what time it is, hm?" she mused, the bitterness still obvious in her tone. "Nice t'meet you, too- I'm Savara," she added, not particularly sure why the other had approached her, but not minding the company, either. Actually- when she moved to look at him again, the unicorn became aware of the other slaves beginning to gather around them, her brow furrowing. Had the upper class really no desire to go out on their own and purchase things themselves? And what could all of these selfish horses need at such an hour?
She listened as the others bickered back and forth about how to regard themselves- really, they were filth in the eyes of the Aodhians, but she supposed the pegasus hadn't needed to say it. If Cirilla thought any higher of her, she certainly didn't show it, and Savara had to consciously wipe the sneer off her own face at the thought. She shook it off- now wasn't a time to be thinking of how much she hated being a slave, and the sooner she could find what she needed and move on, the sooner she could get home and figure out a real way to do something about her situation.
Though, looking down the street, at the mostly empty and disturbed old stalls, that might prove harder than she'd expected.
"I can't imagine anyone's still familiar with the market when it's in such a state," the unicorn scoffed, picking her way through the small crowd of horses and over various debris to get a glimpse of the next cross street. "Are there more stalls this way, Jenko? I jus' wanna get my goods 'n go home, this place gives me the creeps. 'N who knows what'll fall apart next?" As if to prove a point, she reached out a hoof and gently kicked a stray pebble, watching it skitter down the road and disappear in another pile of rubble.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 6, 2019 19:01:50 GMT -6
C L Y T H U SMale | Servile Slave | Aodhian
The stallion had just started to step away when a voice picked up and he met the eyes of the more muscled hippocampus. "O-oh sure." He spoke with a small head bow and then stood back up. "What are you looking for?" Thoroughbred ears swiveled forward, interested in helping another slave, only to pin a bit as he caught the words of Evaris. It wasn't unsurprising to say the least. Being that he had been the one to insert himself when he should have just kept walking. Her lifted head and attitude did little to settle the stallions impression of her. Ungrateful... It could be much worse for her.
Eyes flickered to Jenko and he smiled through a thin press of his lips. "Clythus, a pleasure. Don't see why we can't venture together. This... Place hasn't felt the same since the Riots." Clythus wasn't necessarily a brave thing when it came to dark corners and spooky corridors. No, he was brave when it came to the safety of others over his own. Lips moved, as if wanted to address Evaris again but instead he kept quiet. No need to poke the beast further. She felt safe, protected in, but it wouldn't be her master's that would throw her away. It would be the city's clutches, trying to snatch any slave that stepped even a hair out of line.
She would learn...
Though as Savara spoke, the stallion let out a soft breath. "They layout is still the same. The paths and roads. It's just a bit more... Cumbersome. Why don't we travel together? Safety in numbers and all that." Head looked up to see the sun slipping below the horizon. "The chevaliers have been a bit slow at lighting the torch lights anyways..." Another breath. It would be ok. It should be ok this time...
POST 2 | WORD COUNT 305
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 7, 2019 12:42:24 GMT -6
Amon;Aodh | Pit-Fighter
This city is disgusting. Before he could answer the Serviles question he was distracted by the Pegasus words. His ears pinned straight against his neck as he heard her accent. It was not too differently than his own, but as a native Talorian, especially as a Guardian who had worked in Law Enforcement, he recognized it immediately. A Pegasus and a Rogue. Great.
One of the others slaves attracted his attention just in time to prevent him from making a totally inappropriate comment. It took him a moment to realize why the appaloosa's face seemed familiar, but then he remembered. He had seen him in the pit on several occasions
“Nice to meet you as well” he replied purely out of politeness and also nodded towards Clythus and Savara. He still felt uncomfortable around other Slaves and Aodhian’s in general, yet it was somehow relieving to talk to someone again that didn’t belonged to his masters servants. “I’m Amon. Your help is greatly appreciated as well. I don’t even know where to start looking for all these things.” The end of the sentence passed over into an slightly amused snort.
His gaze wandered over the marketplace while Savara and Clythus spoke. He had barely ever seen it before the riots, but he doubted that he would have ever felt comfortable in these streets, no matter if intact or chaotic as it was right now.. There was just something about this city that put him off.
Amon had no idea what worries those Slaves and what they saw in the shadow corners that scared them, but it somehow woke up his protective instincts. “Alright, why not. Let’s travel together.”
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Jan 7, 2019 14:36:40 GMT -6
JENKO | PIT FIGHTER He told himself he wasn't going to stay for long. He was just going to grab whatever Lady Scarlette needed then head home. At least, that was the original plan. Now, he had pretty much forgotten about the task at hand. That was, until Clythus had made a very interesting suggestion. He had to suppress a grin when the elegant servile slave had recommended venturing the marketstreets together, but ultimately made his excitement known when Amon had agreed with said suggestion. “Hell yeah, that's more like it!” he exclaimed perhaps a little too excitedly.
He then turned his attention back to the unicorn. “Depends on what you’re looking for, Savara.” He started off, picturing the markets in his head the way they used to look like for reference “Clythus is right. The roads are still the same and most of them have been cleared of debris—" he stated as he placed his hoof down, cracking something beneath him in the process. Again. “—or not. Oh well, it doesn’t matter.” he continued, unfazed.
“Food stalls and bakers are down the main road, you’ll find every vegetable or fruit you can think of there. To the left you have the decorative items and weapons.” He then shifted his weight to the right so the others could have a better look. “To the right you’ll find the magical items such as potions. Fabrics and jewelry can be found down that route as well, although you might want to go to the Gilded Bridge for those. That’s the market in a nutshell, really. Although you may not find as much as you used to…because of, y’know… the riots and all.”
He tentatively stepped forward, motioning the others to follow suit. “Shall we?” he said whilst offering them a genuine smile. The sun was setting. Wandering about at nightfall was never a good idea, no matter who it is you're travelling with. Needless to say, this was going to be the most exciting trip ever. Well, if you could call the markets exciting. Jenko was never opposed to company, especially when said company was his kin.
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WC: 353
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Post by Queerly on Jan 9, 2019 16:50:18 GMT -6
With only a deep, reverberating crack as your warning, the damaged street crumbles beneath your hooves. Alongside rock and cobblestone you plummet into the darkness, landing in a pile of tangled limbs and surprised shrieks. Blinking against the dim light, you realize that you've fallen into Valore's expansive sewer system. Shouts ring out above you, but there's nothing the bystanders can do. The hole cleaved into the street is too high to reach. You'll need to find another way out.
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Post by perfectkawa on Jan 10, 2019 17:15:47 GMT -6
SAVARA
Aodh | Servile Slave
Post 3 | 378w
Though not typically opposed to having company around, Savara was admittedly skeptical of hanging out with a bunch of other slaves out in the open. It made her nervous- if nothing else, her time spent in Valore had taught her that someone was almost always watching, and the last thing she wanted was for anyone to think the slaves were staging a protest or something. But, looking at the few faces around her, and the excitement Jenko in particular exhibited when presented with the opportunity to show them around the marketplace, the unicorn couldn't bring herself to care what anyone else thought. "Alright, let's do it then," she acceded, planting a hoof forward to move with the group.
'Gods forbid the ground be stable long enough for those less fortunate to have some fun, of course,' was her first thought, plunging into the depths of the earth. That's what it felt like, anyway, once the dust had settled, and Savara processed what had just happened. With a grunt, the mare opened her eyes, blinking first at the darkness, and then tilting her head to move her gaze skyward. In the distance, patchy and crumbled stonework was outlined by the faint glow of a waning moon, indicating how far they'd fallen after the street had collapsed. Had there been any cause for it? Well, they'd seen already the effect the civilian riots had had on the town- this must have been coming for a while. That brought Savara to her second thought- 'I am going to murder Cirilla.'
And then, while attempting to get back to her feet, unable to see anything in the cold depths of Aodh's foul-smelling underbelly (had they really landed in the sewers, of all places?), the unicorn was reminded of her previous company, and prayed to Ignacio that any who had fallen with her were all at least alive. Pain shot through her foreleg when the unicorn finally stood, but she ignored it, squinting through the darkness to try and find her companions. "'m not carrying any bodies around with me, so ya better all be alive," she grunted, then quickly apologized upon stumbling over another horse. "Ay, Jenko, you wouldn't happen t'know the sewers as well as you know the market, would ya?"
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Jan 11, 2019 9:56:01 GMT -6
EVARIS
Aodh | Servile Slave
watched the expressions of the others to her comments, which shifted from irritation to completely ignoring the mare. It was preposterous that they could possibly ignore her when she was right there. When they hadn’t been looking she arched her brows, quietly letting out a long breath. The one thing she was most comfortable to, and yet in a group of others she found it unbearable, silence was. At least, towards her anyways. Everyone else had talk of moving to a different part of the market, which she hadn’t really known about. The vibrantly colored mare pretended not to care, fluffing up her feathers and flicking her cowlick out of her eye. There wasn’t much she could do other than go home, and she didn’t want to go back just yet, at least not until she got everything on the list-
Then there was a rumble. Her head swiveled around to look at the area, before noticing the ground beneath her crack open. Her eyes widened, but before she could run she was falling through, spinning on her way down. In attempted to fly out she had smacked her clipped feathers against the ridges in the ground, scratching them up as her and the others fell down. The ground had swallowed them whole. Was it now that Kaia was after them? What had they done to deserve it?
But it was too late to blame anything on any one of the gods. With a loud thud the champagne hit the rough ground beneath her, tattered feathers and all. She had to get up. One of the other slaves stood, making an odd and slightly hilarious comment. She would have laugh if not for the situation she was in. When standing, her wings spread as she checked on them, noticing how shredded they were. It would take weeks before she molted into newer, fuller feathers. A disappointed sigh escaped her lips in between a pained hiss through her teeth. In all honesty her joints ached from the fall, and there was no doubt she had broken something.
Her head turned upwards to hear the calls of bystanders, squinting up into the dark abyss above them, with little light illuminating the top of the hole they had fallen into. It was too high, and with clipped and torn feathers she couldn’t fly up there. Just perfect.
A foul stench hit her nose, though surely it wasn’t as foul to her as it would be to other, more cleanly equines. There were tunnels down here, as well as flowing… whatever that was. From what it seemed like, it was the waste of the city. The irony was uncanny, especially for her. She managed a belted laugh throughout it all, smiling at how right she was, especially now. “Look, now we’re really filth!” Evaris spoke with a chuckle to her voice. In her mind she was truly annoyed to be in this situation, wondering where the exit was just as much as the others would. It was dark down there, and as she stepped to the side her hooves placed uncomfortably on rubble and rocks beneath her. If only she could have used her blessing to call for help, though the only ones she could reach was her masters, and friends in entirely different herds. If you could call them her friends. She awaited the others to come to if they hadn’t died by now so that they could find her way out of this gods-forsaken place.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 11, 2019 17:38:17 GMT -6
C L Y T H U SMale | Servile Slave | Aodhian
Again.
As the stallion tried to make sense of what had just happened, dust and debris clogging his nose and mouth, their mind reflected on every awful encounter thus far within this horrific city. How they had just managed to escape the claws of a dragon tearing down the Pearl with them still inside it. How the city had dragged them all into servitude with no hope of ever being anything else and having the breath of freedom. To now this... The city was literally crumbling away under their hooves.
With a heavy wince, the stallion stood and shook off. The smell assaulted their nose after a few snorts, eyes nearly glaring in the pegasus's direction. Now was not the time for such remarks. As it seemed the lookers from above could not help them the stallion grit his teeth and looked around. "First and foremost. Is anyone hurt? Next, does anyone have a light? Looks like we are stuck working together so lets figure out our options before running off like scared foals." Hooves felt along the edge of the sewer tunnel, getting a feel for the width and height of it. "Amon, Jenko? You two ok? Savara seems to be standing..." Eyes flickered towards Evaris. "And the pegasus, I'm sorry you never gave us your name... Are you alright too?" Oh how he didn't want to be civil to her but now was not the time for fighting.
POST 3 | WORD COUNT 255
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 12, 2019 2:42:15 GMT -6
Amon;Aodh | Pit-Fighter
This city is disgusting.
He had asked for something to do on his day off, to prevent himself from thinking too much about his past. However today had the completely opposite effect. Over the last years his social interactions had been reduced to a minimum. Some smalltalk here and there but nothing serious, willingly.
This little group of strangers, talking and joking like they were old friends, reminded him too much of old times. He had always surrounded himself with acquaintances and friends. He hadn’t been a loner like he had become nowadays.
Those were memories he don’t needed right now, don’t wanted. It hurt too much.
“I need to leave. Have a nice evening”
CRACK.
His words were drowned out by a cracking that came from underneath their hooves. Before he could even understand what was going on, he was falling. The impact caused him to involuntarily release all air out of his lungs and for a moment he gasped for breath like a fish on dry land. Ironically.
Immediately he was surrounded by a sickening and biting smell. Obviously they had fallen into the sewer system. Great. Could this day even get better?
With a curse he struggled to get back on his feet. As he placed his right front leg on the ground a stabbing pain spread up from the pastern to his shoulder. The leg wasn’t broken, but propably sprained. Fuck. That meant at least one week break from his training. Maybe even more.
“I’m fine. But unfortunately I don’t have a light. ”
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Jan 13, 2019 18:05:26 GMT -6
JENKO | PIT FIGHTER
There had been a crack, then a gasp, then the all too familiar smell of iron filling his nostrils. Blood. Wonderful. It just had to be my face. He could feel the thick liquid run down his face, staining his legs as he wriggled about. He groaned as he stood up, trying to piece together what just happened. He looked up, then back down to the other equines that had met the same fate. “Alive and kicking. Is everyone alright?”
The Pegasus had sadly opened her mouth again as well. He had to give it to her; she sure had a twisted sense of humor. He casually wrapped his foreleg around hers, bumping shoulders nonchalantly as he returned the snarky comment. “Say, you seem to be quite into this whole let’s-get-dirty thing. I dig it.” He said jokingly, then turned his attention back to Savara, perking his ears as she spoke, letting go of Evaris in the process. “I don’t.” he replied truthfully.
It didn’t take long for the stench to hit him as well. The sewers…can this get any better? He thought to himself and then realized this was the perfect opportunity for those that wished to escape. “The sewers, of course.” He mumbled to no-one in particular.
He looked up again, squinting at the amount of equines that had gathered at the scene. Think, Jenko…think. Now was the perfect opportunity to put his talent to good use. He quickly weighed out his options, then came up with a plan. He prayed to Ignacio that the others would understand. “But I have a plan.” He said loud enough for the group to hear. He stepped forward, addressing the onlookers:
“Thank you all for your concern, we greatly appreciate it. Does anyone know the location of a manhole cover nearby? It would help us a great deal in getting back up. If not, we will venture through the sewers in the hopes of finding a way up nearby.”
All bystanders were shouting several locations at once, making it hard for Jenko to understand what they were saying. Seriously? “You have my thanks. We’ll be back up as soon as we can. It will be quite hard for us to find our way down here in the dark, though. Do any of you happen to have a torch? If it’s not too much trouble, of course.” He made sure to choose his words carefully. Slaves and Nobles alike were present at the scene. He couldn’t blow it. “If you please, could you warn the authorities about the accident? We’d rather avoid others getting hurt. Our masters are busy and we’d appreciate you not bother them. This was a mere accident; we do not wish to cause more trouble than we already have on their behalf.”
He bowed, then took the torch that was handed down to him in his mouth. It was uncomfortably rubbing against the bit, but he couldn’t have the higher class see him use his teke. His bridle was supposed to suppress that ability, not show it off for all to see. He looked down to see in what direction the water was flowing, then proceeded to step up front, gesturing the others to follow suit. It was now or never. Is this what Ignacio had in mind?
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Post by perfectkawa on Jan 14, 2019 20:12:52 GMT -6
SAVARA
Aodh | Servile Slave
Post 4 | 374w
Under any other circumstance, Savara would have allowed herself to play the role of comedic relief- it was something she was good at, in her own mind, as witty comments and snarky remarks came easy to the mare. Unfortunately, her enthusiasm had taken a direct hit upon her capture, and falling into the foulest of situations with a bunch of other slaves was hardly a good way to bring it back. So she did what any rational horse would do in her place, limped forward another few steps, and let out an agitated groan. "This night could not get worse," the unicorn decided, staring down at where she imagined her muck-covered swelling hoof would be.
The pegasus' comment didn't go unnoticed, and Savara flashed her a look, almost smirking at her. She was crass, but the humor that had once been obnoxious now seemed fitting (seriously, where else could you fully appreciate shitty jokes?). Ignoring Jenko's even worse remark, the flirtatious undertones of which definitely did not need any encouragement, her gaze swept around the dark area, taking in what she could manage to see- the outlines of the others as, one by one, they got to their feet, coming to terms with what had happened and where they were, assessing their own injuries. Someone called out, checking on everyone individually, and the unicorn quickly placed a marred face to the voice. "Clythus?" she ventured, attempting to remember his name from the conversation they'd had on the surface. "You're okay, too, then, yeah?"
Their acquisition of a torch was appreciated, but the appaloosa squinted up at the hole from which they'd fallen, gritting her teeth. By the gods, these sorry excuses of civilians just got stupider by the day, didn't they? How were they supposed to hear their suggestions all at once? "Idiots," she murmured, rolling her eyes, and turning back to the crowd of slaves. They were all alive, at least- that was good. She could see their faces now, and nearly leaped out of her skin when she saw the blood crawling down the blue pit fighter's face. "Did you smack yer head, Jenko? Shit, we need to get out of here before one of us kicks the bucket. Can everyone walk?"
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 17, 2019 18:15:23 GMT -6
C L Y T H U SMale | Servile Slave | Aodhian
The light from the torch within Jenko's grasp did about as much as they thought it would. The light bounced around the bricked walls, showing them just how disgusting their predicament was... It would take him ages to get his mane clean after this... Slowly, he stepped up to the other, seeing that he had to hold it between his teeth. "Here... I have access to my teke, why don't I hold that." That way Jenko could also talk without fear of dropping their only light.
With the object now floating above them all, Clythus was able to see the extent of everyone and possibly their injuries. Everyone seemed fine... Except for Savara's foot. Frowning he stepped close. "Here, Lean on my shoulder. Might as well not strain that any further. Lets get moving. No reason to stand here when we can't be helped from this location." With that the silver stallion started forward, walking carefully with the mare but also doing his best to light the path.
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Jan 19, 2019 21:22:06 GMT -6
Evaris turned her eyes to cast over those with her, looking to the buckskin known as Clythus. She smirked, nodding, however she couldn’t manage to hold back a hate filled comment about prized appendages, the colors that made her beautiful and reminded her thats she was a daughter of Alya. Now they had been clipped since she got there, and now tattered and possibly broken. “Yeah, just fine.” She lifted up her right wing with a wince visible on her face, before tucking it back in to her side. “Name’s Evaris, friends call me Ev.” If I had them.
Her attention was quickly turned to a leg that circled around hers, feeling a shoulder brush against hers in the darkness. She smiled at Jenko, feeling her lips tug, even in the darkness. A low chuckle omitted from her after listening to him speak. It was quite entertaining, though in a different sense than plain mockery. It was flattering, to say the least. “You know it, slave boy.”
Then he set off to win the favor of the bystanders, which she merely rolled her eyes and walked away into the dark abyss, stopping only to wait for those who had the torches, or knew at least the slightest way to navigate. Wherever they would go, she would follow.
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 21, 2019 14:02:30 GMT -6
Amon;Aodh | Pit-Fighter
This city is disgusting. The pitfighter warily watched Jenko converse with the horses that had dared to step close to the hole in the street. Some of them concerned for the slaves well-being, others clearly out of sensation mongering.
Gladly the roan seemed to know his manners. A few moments later someone handed him a torch that at least lightened up their surroundings a little. It wasn’t much, but it had to be enough for them to have a chance to find a way out on their own. Cascade forbid that some Chevaliers would have to pull them out of the sewer system. Or even worse, that this accident would be interpreted as attempt to escape the city.
He shook his head in denial. That wouldn’t happen. Not if they managed to get out of here soon.
A grim smile appeared on the hippocampus face against his will, when the young unicorn mare voiced her concern about Jenko, and the whole situation.
“Don’t worry Lassie, none of us will bite the dust today. The sewers might be disgusting, but fortunately not deadly.” his voice sounded almost warm and lacked it’s nowadays usual harshness.
After Clythus comment Amon’s gaze wandered to Savara’s foot for a moment. She hardly put any weight on it, he posture gave it away.
“He is right, you shouldn’t strain that leg any further. We can take turns on helping you walk.”
The clattering of hooves attracted his attention. It was the pegasus mare, Evaris. She had walked further into the darkness but now seemed to wait for the torch’s guiding light. Immediately the tension in his muscles returned. It wasn’t her fault, but she was a reminder of all that he had lost, and why.
“Let’s get out of here” he murmured grimly.
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Jan 22, 2019 12:16:47 GMT -6
JENKO | PIT FIGHTER
He thanked Clythus for his kind gesture by offering the slave the most charming grin he could muster and he couldn’t help but snort when Savara had expressed her concern. He was touched, but a wound wasn’t going to stop him. “This?” he asked whilst raising his hoof in an attempt to point at the wound “‘Tis but a scratch to add to my collection, lovely. I agree with Amon. Believe me, I’ve had far worse.” He said whilst pointing at the branding instead. “It’s part of the job. It has its perks, like being strong enough to carry the injured if need be.”
Evaris had been walking up front now, obviously waiting for the rest of them to catch up. “Hold up, Ev.” He added boldly, testing the waters. He swallowed hard and turned his attention to the small group of slaves once he deemed it safe for them to discuss a possible escape. The last thing he wanted was for the onlookers to hear, if they were still present. “By now you must have realized why I tried to win their favor.” He started off. “I’ll be honest with you, you all deserve that much… but I also trust that you will not rat me out for this. I am simply trying to do what’s right.” And be part of the change he thought to himself.
“I am very well aware that this could cost me my head. I am talking treason after all but…I don’t know. It feels damn right for something that’s supposedly wrong.” He couldn’t quite bring himself to blurt it out, but he realized he had to “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I understand that some of you may not want/and didn’t ask for this life. I do not wish to escape, Aodh is my home. It has always been and always will be, but what works for me may not work for you.”
He glanced sideways to Amon first, then the others. “If you wish to get out of here now’s your chance. Those who don’t will find a way back up. We have options. We can come up with a diversion. We can get rid of the torch, say we were attacked and got separated as a result or something.” A part of him knew that it was wishful thinking, but the other part of him had hoped that his words were convincing enough for the bystanders to not suspect them.
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Post by perfectkawa on Jan 23, 2019 1:09:57 GMT -6
SAVARA
Aodh | Servile Slave
Post 5 | 513w
A blush dusted the unicorn's cheeks at the sudden concern and attention of her group, muttering her protest but soon giving in and leaning against Clythis. His support was appreciated, and she let out a relieved sigh as they moved forward together, awkward as it was. "Thank you," she mused, nodding to Amon as well. "Really, how an entire street caves in is beyond me, but 'm glad the injuries aren't worse." Her green gaze slid forward towards Evaris, glancing over her wings before looking away again. She'd heard that pegasi slaves had their wings clipped, anyway, but at least they still looked nice. She wasn't sure how much the other mare cared for her own appearance, or at least that of her feathers, but such a thing definitely would've upset her if she was in Ev's hooves, and was sure to keep her mouth shut about it as a result.
"I'm just saying, anything could happen down here. I wasn't expectin' the ground to give way underneath me, 'n here we are. Who knows what deadly things could be lurking in this wretched place?" If she weren't walking, the unicorn would have shrugged- maybe it wasn't so good to let her imagination get the best of her, but, living on her own for so long, she'd learned to expect anything. Of course, if something did come around with the intention of hurting them, she'd likely be left behind, her injured leg currently unable to support her weight. She'd have to resolve herself to being bait at a moment like that. The mare's large ears swiveled back against her head at the thought, though one almost immediately perked back up at Jenko's words.
What kind of horse could possibly be content living a life like theirs? Savara weighed his suggestion carefully, a feeling of unease settling in her belly. It was true- they could try and use this opportunity to escape, and she could find freedom once more, but... "It's very risky," she murmured, brow furrowing. "I don't enjoy my slave life nearly as much as you, Jenko, but I also admit I don't know Aodh's general layout very well, much less that of the sewers." Her gaze lifted to the cavernous ceiling, doing her best to map out the area above them. It was also likely that any who attempted to escape would put the rest of the group who stayed at risk- something she normally wouldn't mind, but, glancing sideways at Clythus, she sighed. "Normally, I'd do anything to get outta here, but I don't think I'd make it very far, anyway. Not today. I agree with you, though- those who want to run for it should do so. But," she paused, grimacing as she waded through the water, "Wait until the opportunity presents itself. We haven't been down here very long, they'll probably be searchin' for us for a while. I don't think anyone will try to come down here, but they could station themselves by the exits just in case. I think it's safer to travel together for now."
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Post by ebbarie on Feb 6, 2019 2:52:50 GMT -6
Amon;Aodh | Pit-Fighter
This city is disgusting. For a while he just listened to the sound of his hoovesteps. The ground beneath them was cold and slippery in some places, slippery because of things he’d rather not think about.
Once Jenko started to speak again however, he came to an abrupt halt. From all of this little company, he had probably found the fellow Pit Slave most sympathetically, if one could call it so, but it changed in that exact moment. His ears laid flat against his back as he looked at the grey horse.
“Your home?” he snorted disparagingly. “Your home would gladly tear everything from you. It’s foolish to trust us, trust anyone. One word would be enough and not even your precious master could save you from the cities iron grasp. Do you want that? Spending the last years of your life in the dirt as Labourer until the inhuman conditions kill you? I don’t.” He was angry, not at Jenko, well yes but not as much to justified his words. Escaping was everything he wanted, right from the very first day he arrived in this godforsaken city. He had made hundreds of plans, all discarded and not one of them meant seriously.
Now that Jenko suggested them to flee, he had to confront himself with a truth that he had willingly ignored until now.
Even in the unlikely case of success, where would he go? His answer had always been “home”. It was the only place for him to go, and the same time the only place he could never return to. His brother would surely gladly take him back, but his wife? Had she married again? If so he couldn’t blame her, but the thought still hurt like hell. Apart from the fact that the government would put him to jail, maybe ship him off to Aodh again or kill him right away. Damn he was not even sure if he would find his home again. His memories had been erased, so that he couldn’t reveal any Talorian secrets.
Savaras words made him snap out of the maelstrom of his own thoughts and back into the here and now.
What should have been an approvingly nod into her direction, came out as a jittery and harsh movement. “She is right. We wouldn’t come to far. The ones on the market surely called the Chevaliers. They won’t come down here, for they don’t have to. All they have to do is waiting for us at the exits. They know the cities layout, we don’t. I won’t waste my only chance to escape for an ill-conceived plan. And neither should one of you.”
It was the right decision, but at the same time it was a pathetic excuse for him to not think about what would come after a successful flight.
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Post by Queerly on Feb 6, 2019 17:45:19 GMT -6
Your discussion is interrupted by voices and sloshing water. You can scarcely believe your eyes as horses emerge from deeper inside the sewer system - panicked, angry horses who are heading right for you! |
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