|
|
Post by Queerly on Jan 3, 2019 14:55:05 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and Welcome to Aodh Plot 702: The Truth of Things Team Leaders: Iscah Participants: Evalynn, Scarlet, Kaisar, Caspian, Juliet, Bale, Undyne, Ulysses, Thaio, Beau 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: After discovering an ancient manuscript that depicts an inflammatory account of the God’s War - one that paints Ignacio and his kirins as murderous villians! - Evalynn, hoping for answers, has sought a hearing with the Royal Court and city Flamines. This request went ignored, but after enough pressure, a compromise was offered simply to put an end to her pestering. Three Flamines and a handful of Emins have gathered in the Court of Peers to hear the artisan’s concern. Location: Court of Peers Time of Day: Morning You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
|
|
|
|
Post by foalish on Jan 3, 2019 17:21:32 GMT -6
|
|
|
|
Post by manabuns on Jan 3, 2019 20:06:23 GMT -6
I burn’d — and ached for wings At first, Kaisar had thought it a joke, to be summoned to the Court of Peers over a manuscript they had managed to get their hooves on. Surely, he had remarked, an artisan would be more concerned with making sure Aodh was functional again, their works around the city restored and gleaming. Yet here they were, as the Sun washed it's warmth over the City. Ready to hear about some disintegrating manuscript. The Emin exhales a quiet breath and steels himself with a practiced ease within his allocated space. If one might glance his way, they would see only the schooled face of neutrality, the sort that's forged in the fires of years spent within the very room they reside in. He recognizes a handful of the summoned faces, when his fire red eyes drift desire to roam. From the Flamines to the Nobility itself, momentarily lingering on Juliet before it moves on, over the faces he recognizes as Lilith's children, and wonders if only for the sake of it, if they too are in the same ship. But he would be lying to say he was totally put out at the idea, another part of him reconciles. There is some sliver of curiosity that desires to be sated. There are worse things to be summoned for, more mundane and droll trials and tribulations to toil through and a moment reprieve even for the sake of it, is welcome. Shifting, the heavy gold upon his smoulder colored frame chimes as the rubies dangling from his bridle kiss. His ears forward in a not so subtle cue that he'd rather this start sooner or later, with the look to match. 279 WORDS / Post 1. |
|
|
|
Post by posy-punch on Jan 3, 2019 23:24:45 GMT -6
scarlet unhelpful emin If anyone was unfit to stand here and look at an ancient manuscript, it was Scarlet. Of everyone in the court, she was likely the only one that couldn’t read. But was she there, certainly. There, and drinking wine, watching as Lilith's children pretended to be grown ups, and as a handful of other eminents played councilors. Despite her not being able to read, she is able to pick up the gist of why she is here and what she is to be listening to.
An inflammatory account of the God’s War. Was it not several hundred years in the past? Did she really care all that much about the War. No, not entirely, but the point remained that she had experienced a number of… trials in recent months. Perhaps, the account would have some insight as to why a great enchanted relic had attempted to guillotine her, or as to why a dragon the size of a train carriage had attacked just that.
Regardless, Scarlet still did not care all that much to sit here and even pretend she was interested. She’d much rather have been at home, enjoying the company of the slaves she’d bought back from the city, perhaps even in the company of Lilith. But, no. She was here. She glanced among those gathered. She recognized most all of the faces, but that came with being an Emin. If she didn’t recognize which circles she needed to have a hand in, what type of noble was she?
She raised an eyebrow minutely at Juliet, dipping her head in acknowledgement before looking back at the floor. “Who is beginning the proceedings today?” She drawled, swirling her wine about patiently. She didn’t particularly care when they started, but if no one else was going to speak up…
1 | 306
|
|
|
|
Post by ThatDenver on Jan 3, 2019 23:30:08 GMT -6
ULYSSES
Ulysses was concerned by these rumors. Who wouldn’t have been? He had studied enough of the other herds to know that the stories told would not have rung entirely untrue to the ears of another Nation, but here in Aodh, under the watchful, benevolent gaze of their magnificent god… Well, it was disturbing.
He wasn’t sure if the rumors were less or more disturbing than an Artisan managing to force together a meeting of so many influential people. He knew his fellow Flamine, of course, but there was also a whole host of Eminences.
Ulysses did not know most of their names, or even their individual reputations. He just knew their power and wasn’t too thrilled about it.
Still, it was a discussion he felt was important. He felt to request a Flamine was fair. It was the Eminences that surprised him.
There was small talk and some pleasantries exchanged. Ulysses had greeted the other two Flamine upon entry – Undyne with a smile and a nod, Bale far more warmly – and he had no real interest in pretending to befriend nobles if he could avoid it.
One of the Eminents, a slightly older one drawled out a simple question. Ulysses watched as the wine swirled around in her glass, and then moves his eyes to Bale, who stood by his side. Willing the boy to be quiet until the issue was presented to them.
Bale was charming, and he was devout, but courtly manners were still quite lacking.
Word count: 248
Post #1
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2019 0:22:31 GMT -6
Bale wasn’t from Aodh, so he wasn’t terribly worried about the rumors of this horrible God’s War themselves. He felt unease among these people, still, gathered into a Court with Emins and Flamine. It was getting easier – it had to, being surrounded with the wealthy in Oralee so often. But it had him wondering what he had missed, what was going to be so grave they needed to hear it. A part of him wondered if these wine tasting Eminents would care anyway, but he had learned to keep such thoughts his own. A quick, quick learning curve – steep enough for him to have felt winded at times.
He was so relieved when he recognized Ulysses among the people – everyone else received a curt yet polite greeting, but towards Ulysses he was more openly warm. The Flamen of Vatros was something akin to a mentor and a father figure, and Bale stayed close without having really been told to. There was a soft glimmer of light to his golden scales, but as he remained more content standing next to Ulysses, so did the sparkles around him.
There were other familiar faces too, of course. The thing was that Bale would have rather avoided them – politely, of course. With Ulysses acting as the mediator and Bale just mostly nodding along politely it was a little less obvious.
Word count: 226 | Post 1
|
|
|
|
Post by PaganStars on Jan 4, 2019 1:19:43 GMT -6
Undyne
Enya Flamen Let's sway
While colour lights up your face
Sway through the crowd to an empty space
  
x | x Undyne was always worried nowadays. The feud with Serora, their ties with the other factions, and the looming threat of the white spire of the resurrected Kirins. His dreams were filled with nightmares from the beast himself and the other Flamines had seen, the Kirin king and her massive dragon. A snapping maw and never-ending teeth, snatching at himself and the others, at his daughter and those he cared for. So yes, the bags under his eyes had become quite permanent.
But he would prevail, all the Flamines would. Twas their duty to uplift their people and look to the future with their Kings aid. So when he was summoned once more, Undyne had hardened his resolve and broke the wax seal.
Cinaed had been delivered safely to a friends house early in the morning, her sleepy mind hardly registering the transfer of guardianship as Undyne had kissed her forward and sweetly said goodbye for the day. He would worry, but he would see her again once this was all done. Undyne had never truly pictured himself as the doting father type, but here he was.
Arriving at the court he had been sceptical of the Emins that milled about the room, curious as to what they would know about an ancient scroll. Frowning ever so softly, Undyne had shaken his head and made his way forward, his regalia chiming softly as metal moved against metal. The hippocampus greeted Bale and Ulysses with a soft smile and quiet words, dipping his head in respect to both of them. He smiled broader at Kaiser before looking to Juliet to greet the familiar mare. He stood beside his fellow Flamines, casting glances at them as one of the Emin spoke.
The information on the scroll worried Undyne just as much as anything else did, focused more on the political aspect of such things. Born and raised as a child of the sun, Undyne held great love and respect for the god of fire, but his opposite also held a place in his heart. Having seafaring parents would do that to you. He prayed that at least one of his gods would have a clean slate, as selfish as that was.
Post 1 | 390
|
|
|
|
Post by MapleEgg on Jan 5, 2019 10:37:38 GMT -6
Caspian of Cygnus | Emin | Aodh
"To banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality." - John Ruskin
Nobility, Emin | Profile | Board It was greetings all around, especially to his Juliet. He smiled and enjoyed watching all that knew her. Some Emins spoke little to the Flamen and visa versa but Juliet had been greeted by all manner of horse. Caspian felt rather out of place here now, though he knew the faces well. He had stayed low for some time, doing only what he must to keep his family safe but until recently that had only been a few and some slaves. Now he had Juliet, his betrothed, and although he observed her, he stayed close. It was simply that this whole ordeal always felt so fake for so long and the very past few gatherings he had attended... it had gotten real. Would this be another that shook how Caspian felt about his very herd. It seemed to be teeing up to be just that. Statements about the God's War? How very different it must be for all these high ranking Aodh horses to be here for. In response to that, Caspian's stomach roiled softly.
Looking over the gathering he saw tired faces, one in particular seemed to have bags under their eyes. He sympathized with them and glanced to Juliet before continuing to look. Then there was Scarlet, already wishing these proceedings to begin. Caspian glanced to another who seemed all too ready to start. It seemed to be two sides of a coin here, most of the Emins thought nothing of this and he did not blame them. Most of this could be talked off but he thought to himself that he sided with most of the Flamen. They seemed to have a hard edge to them, like they worried what was to come. Not all, but most. He glanced to the one with the bags under his eyes and gathered himself. Time to act like the Nobility his old house had made him and he walked up beside Undyne.
"Good day Flamen." He paused. This horse seemed to be the most concerned about the task ahead. It matched his stomach. "A mixed bag here...Wouldn't you say?" Caspian felt his awkwardness like a hard rock at the back of his mouth. How could socializing and being a part of nobility slip away so quickly. He stood proud though, not letting his simple headed comments show in his body language.
-----
Word Count:391
Post # 1
|
|
|
|
Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Jan 5, 2019 16:54:03 GMT -6
  
B E A U E K O
Eminent of Aodh
... ...
The sealed letter calling the Eminents to meet in the Court of Peers on account of a manuscript depicting Ignacio in a less than heroic light came with no surprise to Beau. After the fiascoes concerning King Soleil, the dragons, and other reincarnated Kirins, the young Noble had already began to question Ignacio's integrity. It would seem that things were finally coming to light, and Aleksei wasn't wrong to support Kaia rather than the Kirin God. He had returned to Valore not long ago, after a long journey back from Opulence, ready to bring up the subject himself, but it would seem his Auntie Evalynn had beaten him to the chase.
He arrived around the same time the others did and listened to their murmurs as everyone settled in to begin the hearing. The young unicorn was curious to receive more information and hear what the other Eminents thought of the whole ordeal. Beau settled his large frame between Juliet and Iscah, fighting the blush that threatened to spread across his face. He had always admired Iscah for dealing with her many siblings with such grace, not to mention he found her incredibly beautiful. But he shyly said nothing, only offering a polite nod and smile in greeting before focusing on the hearing, which was soon to start. His soft violet eyes found the Flamens, and there they stayed.
... ... Word Count: 229 Post # 1 |
|
|
|
Post by Disastercorn on Jan 5, 2019 20:28:59 GMT -6
J U L I E T Female | Eminent Marisol Cygnus | Aodhian
The mare held herself in a completely different light. The warmth and love that those around her gifted in her direction made the mare all that more soft. No longer with a strange gleam in her eye, no hidden malice or trickery. Instead she had found the love and stability of those around her, her saving grace.
As well as Ignacio.
She owed many of the equines in this gathering an apology. Especially Bale, but now was not the time nor the place for that. As Kaiser gave her a glance, the mare caught his gaze and smiled softly. Later, she would catch up with them later. This was not the place to be the social butterfly. Next was Scarlet, one of the mares closest and dearest friends. Whether Scarlet felt the same way, Juliet wouldn't know, at least not now. She gave her own slow head dip towards the older mare, hair cascading down and along her neck from the movement. How she dearly missed the nights cuddling before the fireplace with the mare... Head dipped lower before she slowly brought it back up.
Undyne was the next to catch her eye, and the mare gave him a soft thankful smile, doing all she could to remain in place. It was because of him after all that she had found this peace with life she had been lacking for so long. Head dipped again before swiveling forward to look down from the edge of the court. Her side pressed gently into Caspian's, her love for him growing even more as the stallion's voice moved through the room. Then as her adopted son moved to step beside her, the mare nearly cried. So many here... They all cared. Muzzle pressed a soft fleeting kiss to Beau's shoulder before looking forward once more.
"I believe Artisan Evalynn here has something they wish to discuss with us." The mares voice was soft without any sort of edge. She was ready to try her hand at being what everyone believed she could never be.
POST 1 | WORD COUNT 342
|
|
|
|
Post by NorthernMyth on Jan 6, 2019 9:11:04 GMT -6
   Emin Thaio of House Soleil
Post 1
Word Count: 399 Thaio entered the chamber last. A few minutes late but they hadn’t started yet, which was fine. The stallion took a place next to his sister, Iscah. She seemed to be interested enough. But Thaio knew he was in for a morning of arguing and disagreements. The stallion hoped he wouldn’t be here too long as his afternoon was filled with lunch meetings with wine traders and property management, and later, a dinner with the bank. Thaio nodded his head in the direction of the others in the room as some sort of greeting. His face broke into a slight smile at Juliet, Beau, and Scarlet. Nice to see they had made it back from Opulence at some point and in one piece.Technically Thaio had only returned roughly a month perhaps a month and a half ago. After his coming of age and the purchasing of what he would now call “Soleil Valley”. He had stayed to see the Winery through management or so he said. Living at the small villa that came with the property. It had lain empty for some time. But it was a jarring difference from what he was used to. From silk curtains and oil lamps to scratchy blankets and a minimal amount of candles. But nothing a little tender love and care, and crystal shards didn’t sort out.His jacket rustled at his movement. The white and gold collar bending at his neck lowering. The perfect brown leather saddlebags jingling at every step he took. His bridle stroking his cheek with its fine golden chain. His teke wrapping around the top of his ivory, lion-headed cane.The stallion was more than a little curious about what was on that manuscript, that they had to call for a court meeting filled with Emin's and Flamine’s alike. Had it even been authenticated yet? For all they knew, it was bogus. Made to look old and real. From what he had seen in some of the Artisans work, it wouldn't be too hard. He eyed Evalynn from afar. Sure, she was his mother's new favourite. But he wouldn’t be sparing her his niceties of court. In the courtroom, he often turned on a serious demeanor. Perhaps one could say cold. Thaio’s head lowered towards his sister. A low hushed tone fell from his mouth. “Have I missed anything important?” Already bored out of his mind.
|
|
|
|
Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 6, 2019 9:45:34 GMT -6
Evalynn | Artisan
Months. Three gods damned months the Artisan had been fighting to request an audience with someone, anyone. Her voice was always lost in a sea of polite, yet indifferent refusals to be seen. It was infuriating, it was asinine, and it left Evalynn in a foul mood. Not to mention, the mare had been pregnant through the majority of her proceedings, so her temper was always on the rise. Had she not finally been granted an audience, she feared she was days from turning into a flaming, raving banshee, so desperate was she to seek answers.
While she had many friends who were Eminents, several of whom were now in this very room with her, she found herself growing less than impressed with the societal titans. To have so much sway and power over, well, everything, and it seemed like the majority of them didn’t even care.
Evalynn stood in the corner, waiting for everyone to arrive. Silently, her gaze traveled over every new incoming horse, giving a genuine smile to Caspian, Juliet, Iscah, and Beau. The three Flamens she didn’t know personally, had seen them only in passing. Two of them stood quite close to one another, the mare gathering that they were acquaintances at the very least, if not actual friends. Ignacio, how she wished she had a friend by her side. Moonrise knew of her continued hounding of the Nobles, but had declined to join in with her crazed mission.
Truth be told, Evalynn’s world was crashing down around her. After her sister came back from Sedo, they had filled each other in on their own bombshells. To learn that Ignacio did not bless the war with the Serorans, that he condemned their actions left a foul taste in her mouth with her own herd. The removal of the slaves in her care had also caused her to lose some sentiment for the herd’s leadership as well.
She prayed nightly for answers, for guidance, but Ignacio was as silent as a star could be. Was it divine punishment?
Shaking the wretched thought out of her head, she watched as the last Emin sauntered in. Finally.
“You have missed nothing yet, I wanted to wait until everyone was present. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Evalynn.”
The Artisan took a deep breath and looked at all of the occupants in the room.
“Three months ago, one of your fellow Eminents brought forth an ancient tome, one that he believed was in desperate need of repairs. While examining the tome, we were able to read some of the undamaged pages. It was a detailed account of the God’s War. It was not, however, the history in which we have learned. It depicted Ignacio, and his kirins of old, as the instigators of the War.”
Pausing to let them absorb the information she had been stewing in for months, she glanced around at each of them once more, trying to gauge their reactions.
Word count: 499
Post: 1 |
|
|
|
Post by foalish on Jan 6, 2019 10:25:19 GMT -6
|
|
|
|
Post by ThatDenver on Jan 6, 2019 13:36:25 GMT -6
ULYSSES
More and more people kept shuffling in. Ulysses moved his weight from one side to another, feeling more nervous with every new eminent that entered. He had never been comfortable in these circles. Watching Undyne interact with some of the Eminents seemed to imply that he was.
Ulysses suppressed half a smile and kept close to Bale.
With the final Eminent inside the room, the artisan who had the floor spoke. Ulysses listened, but more so he watched the room. Watched the reactions of these gathered greats, to see if they cared, or if this was yet another dull morning for them.
Soon the spotted emin – whom even Ulysses recognized as one of Prince Lilith’s many children, he thought this might have been the oldest of the bunch – spoke, eager to rebuke the claims of the artisan. Ulysses watched her. Wasn’t this the girl; for yes, she had been basically no more than a child at the time; whom had been sent to Sedo to act as the Envoy? Whom war had followed home?
Ulysses did not blame her, for it was not her fault. He was, however, quite curious how that might affect one’s devotion.
“It is not the first time one who has been outside of Aodh or read texts by other herds has heard such stories, nor will it be the last I am sure”, Ulysses spoke, his voice gentle but loud enough to carry in the room. He instinctively moved his body ever so slightly, as if to signal to Bale to stay calm.
“I join in asking – what makes this scroll so special?” he joined in on the question. Dressed in part of his Flamen garb – namely his cloak and the ash painted on his face and chest – his identity as a Flamine was unmistakeable.
Word count: 300
Post #2
|
|
|
|
Post by manabuns on Jan 6, 2019 15:35:04 GMT -6
I burn’d — and ached for wings Evalynn speaks, and Kaisar listens with the rest of the gathered Emins and Flamens. Lets her words mull in his thoughts like a man might savor wine before delivering judgement. Iscah and Flamen Ulysses are the first to raise their voices in response. Questioning the validity of the ancient text that has been brought forth, and he finds himself agreeing. Not that their words didn't align with his own, they more than certainly did. Kaisar was not like to take things as Gospel, unttil there was ample, proper proof. An aging scrap of paper missed the mark completely. "Emin Iscah and Flamen Ulysses are right in their questioning." His deep baritone rumbles, decorated head tilting ever so slightly, as he gazes at Evalynn steadily. "What makes this tome so special? What makes it factual?" Kaisar repeats, fine threads of wondering in his voice. "What's to say that this not merely an ancient depiction of the War to paint Ignacio and his Kirins as villains, propaganda for the War?" He leans back on his haunches, passing his red gaze around the room. "I trust you have more than what you have brought forward, otherwise this will be a rather short gathering." 200 WORDS / Post 2. |
|
|
|
Post by PaganStars on Jan 9, 2019 0:43:05 GMT -6
Undyne Let's sway
While colour lights up your face
Sway through the crowd to an empty space
x | x Undyne stood quiet beside his fellow Flamen, standing still with only the slight swaying of his fins as he watched the rest fill in, goblets of wine passed around. Bowing his head slightly, he let out a soft sigh before opening them once more as Caspian came to stand by him, acknowledging his greeting with a nod of his head. Mulling over his words for a second, Undyne looked over those gathered “Quite,” he started softly “But I suppose more open minds of varying talents are better than a small cluster of masters of one” He let out an airy chuckle “I’m sure there’s a proverb or two to describe it.”
His ears flicking forward at Juliet’s words, Undyne nodded and murmured his agreement with the rest, eyes turning to the Kirin. Her words intrigued him, and his eyes flicked to the script she held as she spoke. He listened as the others spoke and proposed their questions, tilting his head towards Evalynne as well “I also wonder, might you tell us where this scroll was found? An Eminent brought it forward, but where had they come across it?” It was a genuine question, among all the others that were floating around.
Post 2 | 225
|
|
|
|
Post by Disastercorn on Jan 11, 2019 16:11:10 GMT -6
J U L I E T Female | Eminent Marisol Cygnus | Aodhian
As those around her quieted and let the Artisan speak, the mares ears tipped forward to take in the information. Though the words that flowed from the mares mouth did little to bring Juliet any peace of mind, any calmness of the heart. Head lifted slowly, words tumbling around in her mind. How... Brows furrowed, ears moving to flatten a bit against her head. Was this treason? To speak about their god like this? What if this was fake, manufactured to thread doubt through their hearts? A small shift of her body pushed her barrel further into Caspian's side. This couldn't be right...
More words flowed from the others around her, mainly the flamen's. They were the ones in the right to question, to ask for the authenticity. Slowly her own head shook, blonde strands of tousled cream moving along her neck and face. "Wait... An ancient Tome... Which Eminent was this? Why was a Flamen not called to the scene, to recount what you are saying? Do you have other witnesses? Surely this can't just be you putting your neck on the line for something like this..." The mare looked around to those present, her heart begging, pleading, for this not to go wrong.
POST 2 | WORD COUNT 220
|
|
|
|
Post by NorthernMyth on Jan 12, 2019 17:55:17 GMT -6
Emin Thaio of House Soleil
Post 2
Word Count: 346 The unicorn got comfortable in his place. Well... as comfortable as you could be while in the courtroom. Thaio took notice of Iscah’s “smothering”, but he didn’t really mind it. To be fair, he was used to it. But it was nice to have her back from the deserts of Sedo. By his side again. And in the Court of Peers, over a noble matter, no less. A smirk caressed his lips before fading again. The stallion sat back and listened. His eyebrows raised a little at Evalynn’s words, a sigh escaped his mouth.
Thaio lifted his head, but closed his eyes and rested his head a little as everyone raised their questions and concerns. His sister spoke up first. Her words corresponding with his own thought. The nobles continued, but the same questions came out. Eventually, a Flamine interrupted and spoke up. The unicorn's eyes opened somewhat, leaving them with a judging gaze. His tongue rolled over his perfect white teeth. Another sigh escaped him.
“You’re all asking the same questions. It terrible repetitive and irritating.” the audacious words continued “Lady Evelynn, If you do excuse my forwardness, I do agree with everyone’s questions except I feel there is a more pressing matter.” He paused “Where is this Tome you speak of? Frankly, we are yet to see what in the God’s realm you are talking about” The unicorns ears pricked up but his brows harshened, his nose scrunching ever so slightly. “And could it be a possibility that whoever gave you the Tome, gave you a fake item, a prop of sorts? Hoping you’d do just this, to make a fool of yourself? To perhaps hurt your stature within our herd. Hmm?” His words were harsh with a tone of ridicule.
“Besides, every other herd sees Aodh as a firebrand. They always have and always will.” His argument went on “All that tome will do, if it is appraised to be real, will prove they were right.” Thaio finally finished. Or at least shut up for the moment to allow himself a breath.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 14:22:45 GMT -6
Bale listened along with the rest of them, his golden eyes narrowing into slits as he took in the words. He could believe anything about the mad kirins and their insane King, but for the Artisan to stand in front of them and suggest that Ignacio was the one to blame? The Artisan who had been turned kirin, no less. The hair on Bale’s chest and along his spine flared, and the glow around him increased – bright sparkles dancing around him angrily.
His time as a Flamen had given him enough maturity to consider just a moment, to notice that Ulysses was scooting closer and to take in the fact that the others were asking valid questions. Not everyone was just willing to accept this as a new truth, and why should they.
It wasn’t enough to keep his mouth shut, however.
“Yes, I do hope you would be wise enough to bring proof, and not only stand in front of us in the image of the Smoldering Sun, making such accusations.”
He wasn’t intentionally raising his voice but it still boomed in the room without effort, much less gentle than his fellow Flamine.
Word count: 194 | Post: 2
|
|
|
|
Post by posy-punch on Jan 14, 2019 17:30:23 GMT -6
scarlet emin Scarlet raised an eyebrow as remarks were exchanged around the room, but did little more than that, her bemusement a mask for the touch of anger she felt at the Artisan’s words. To blame Ignacio… their god… it was as surprising as it was interesting. Scarlet herself was not someone without faith. In fact, she’d been blessed by her god twice now. She had no doubt of his presence, nor his power, and yet… she was not so… inflamed by what the Artisan spoke of. It didn’t sound any different from the foreigners' stories. It was hardly a surprise.
So, she watched as questions were repeated, as one of Lilith’s own spoke with just a touch of arrogance, as the Flamine Bale let their own voice boom out into the chamber… and that was where they were left.
Scarlet stretched out in her place, ever so careful not to strain her muscles as she did so, and under her breath muttered that if they were to get anywhere they may as well start by not drowning the poor Artisan in questions.
“For every three questions asked, you’ve gotten no response. Please, let her speak,” Scarlet drawled carefully, relaxing back again. She quirked a brow at the mare in the chamber floor, then averted her gaze back to the pretty panelling of the room and the other eminents and flamines with her.
2 | 238
|
|
|
|
Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 14, 2019 23:09:29 GMT -6
Evalynn | Artisan
What she had been hoping for, expecting, she wasn't sure. But as the Nobles spoke up one by one, Evalynn felt her temper flaring, her flaming locks growing brighter, flickering more expressively as they flung doubts and accusations at her. Aside from her telling flames however, she kept her expression composed, standing tall against the assembled party. She did not come this far to bow to the doubts of those who had not seen.
Instead of trying to answer their questions one person at a time, the Artisan filtered out the unnecessarily repeated questions, and looked to Thaio directly. "The tome in which I speak of is with me now. I have kept this precious artifact of our history safe while it has been worked on being restored." her voice carried as she slowly turned her eyes to the rest of the Flamen and Eminents.
"I am no fool, I would not come before you, let alone take any of the information as truth, unless I believed there to be at least some merit in what has been discovered. This tome was brought to me, as well as several other Artisans' who were attending the Azar Sanctum that day, by Advisor Constantine. This was not peddled to me in the streets of the market, nor did I just happen upon it. When Constantine approached us to restore the tome, none of us knew what the script inside would detail, let alone if the tome was still legible enough to be read. Truly, it had been in such a state of disrepair, we wondered how it was still even held together."
Evalynn paused, bringing the tome out of her saddlebag, reverently unwrapping the ancient book. While she had made a great deal of headway in repairing it, it was still an artifact of the past after all, it was older than the herd as they knew it itself. "I believe this to be factual, neither a piece of propaganda, nor a tool of the other herds to sow dissention or injure my reputation. It is after all, written in the Kirin's old script, not in any modern day writing I've ever come across. Advisor Constantine brought this from the Palace Archives."
Turning her gaze to Bale, her expression righteous, indignant, furious. "I am neither a heretic. Ignacio saved my life as a child, blessed me not once, but twice, and has graced me in his image." slowly turning her eyes to everyone else she continued "When all else in my life had failed or left me, Ignacio, and my faith in Ignacio, remained. I am devoted to our God, and if I am not, than I beg of him to strip me of my antlers and scales where I stand right now. I came before you all seeking guidance, knowledge, perhaps a clue as to what this means of our history."
Word count: 480
Post: 2
|
|
|
|
Post by foalish on Jan 14, 2019 23:39:12 GMT -6
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2019 0:45:35 GMT -6
Bale stared back at Evalynn, sparkles around him flaring and dying out for more to appear. He wasn’t very taken by the speech; it was his natural inclination to view things in black and white when they were thrown at him so suddenly. It took him time to mull over and dissect to see all the shades of grey. He had felt the uncertainty of their troops when facing Soleil the last time, and it was a similar feeling now in this court room. Bale had always been a warrior, and it might never cease to be his first reaction to fight. He didn’t wait for many of the Emins or even Ulysses to have a say.
"You say you are devout, yet would abandon faith so easily at an artifact? You speak of old Kirin’s script. Have you seen what the ancient kirins are capable of? Because I have. I have faced King Soleil, twice. I was there when Soleil came back, only to be warned by Ignacio himself. The second time the god couldn’t be called upon. I have usually been able to touch the Starscape when need has arisen, and I am willing to believe those kirins evil enough to push away a god.
Or has our King not sent all available troops into evacuation missions? Did we not lose an entire town because of them? I walked midst the charred bones and houses of hundreds of innocents. That was not an act of god, that was an act of madness.
I am very willing to believe that something went wrong with the kirins in history and it is suggested in histories of other herds, but I ask again, what proof do you have that the Smoldering Sun was at fault?"
His voice carried easily, but it wasn’t quite as booming this time. He looked at Evalynn before letting his gaze circle.
Word count: 315 | Post: 3
|
|
|
|
Post by manabuns on Jan 15, 2019 7:46:52 GMT -6
I burn’d — and ached for wings "We are not here to discuss heretics or question faith, you will have to schedule that for another day, if you are so interested in debating such." The Emin interjects, deep tones patient and nonchalant. "Neither are we here to discuss King Soleil or her penchant for chaos. We are here to simply discuss the nature of this tome and it's relevance to our own recorded history. Speaking of which," The unicorn trails off for a minute pause, enough to let him shift in place. Kaisar's own nephew was witness to Soleil's rather turbulent return, and he desires not an inch to derail the day into that sort of tangent. "It means nothing to our history." Kaisar states, matter of fact, gaze sweeping out over the room, to Lilith's children and the rest. "It is a single tome, whether it is from the Royal Archives or some commoners basement. Kirin script or not. What hooves brought it into the Archives or why it was left to rot there in the first place."He lands his gaze purposely on Evalynn, regarding her for a heartbeat or two. "While the kirin script may lend some credence to your cause, and if I was feeling invested, I might bring up that anyone with spite and enough time on their hooves could replicate such things, even in ancient times." His gaze flicks around once more. "Neither will I back a motion to change the writings of our herd, in such a turbulent times. Our nation draws strength in our own surity, our roots and our strength. We face enemies at our door, and those that dwell in Serora. We do not need to add more dissent and hopelessness in our people.""If a singular book is all you have to offer us, backed minimally by some history concoted by other herds with varying degrees of dislike towards us." He leans back on his haunches, lips a thin line. "I'm afraid if there is a motion to reveal the information, my vote is no, at this time." 342 WORDS / Post 3. |
|
|
|
Post by MapleEgg on Jan 15, 2019 18:59:21 GMT -6
Caspian of Cygnus | Emin | Aodh
"To banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality." - John Ruskin
Nobility, Emin | Profile | Board
Caspians hide bristled. How this seemed to anger everyone so easily astounded him. He gazed at Juliet and felt warmth and strength. They would be wed soon and the thought made him excited. With the courage he pulled from thoughts of his future he looked to Kaisar. Finally someone with some sense instead of anger and what Caspian assumed was fear. Why else were others so upset by this?
"I agree with Emin Kaisar. The information should be held close for now but shouldn't this be looked into? Maybe it is nothing but inflammatory words but what if there is truth behind this."
Caspians voice was not as strong as Bale's,laced with vitriol as they were but he had an air about him and spoke only as loud as to get others to listen.
"If it's a vote we take, I say to withhold the information but I for one am interested in seeing if there is more to it. If your faith is so frail that our God could have made a mistake and you worry you'd faulter than perhaps this is not the meeting for you." He spoke to no one in particular but it needed to be said. "But even if these things are true,that our Ignacio were on the dark side of some things, I'd like to know but my faith would only grow stronger. We make faults constantly..." He smiled at Juliet, knowing he had made many bad choices but it had led him to her. "It's comforting to know a god can too."
-----
Word Count:261
Post # 2
|
|
|
|
Post by ThatDenver on Jan 16, 2019 6:09:20 GMT -6
ULYSSES
Ulysses felt a satisfaction at the unified front Aodh was presenting. It made him feel safe that these accusations were met only with a wall of questions, rather than anyone too keen to just accept it.
Well, one noble seemed to think it was no great matter whether the tome spoke the truth, but Ulysses supposed that was much to be expected. Nobles were not priests – their devotion varied like the length of the Sun’s days. It did not concern him.
When the Artisan spoke again, Ulysses felt sorry for her. She must have felt terribly cornered, standing down there surrounded by a whole host of nobility and Flamine. The Aodhian nobles especially were not people you wanted to anger, for they could end your life for it.
Indeed, they were not easy people to debate with.
Hearing her story, Ulysses wondered why then, had she come alone? If others had been present, if an Adviser had been there to witness it, why was Evalynn here alone? Was it that only she was convinced by it, only she cared what it might mean?
Or had she been set up for failure?
Next to him, he could see the light brighten as Bale gave in to righteous fury. Ulysses looked at him, almost pleading. He understood the indignation, but the scarred noble was right – it was not really a question of heresy or faith. It was a question of politics and identity.
The noble spoke wise words.
They needed unity. They needed a strong history. In peaceful times it might have behooved them to search for truth but as painful as it was to admit, during war it was unity and faith they needed. Not this.
“I think it is pertinent that the tome be submitted for study and evaluation behind closed doors, but I agree with the Eminents: this tome and whatever knowledge or libel it holds is not what we need right now”, Ulysses said, his voice soft, lacking the forcefulness of both Bale and the eminents.
“Perhaps in more peaceful times there would be benefit in open discussion… But our people are already fractured. We need faith, unity and hope. We need trust in the Smoldering Sun, our patron”, he went on, and then looked at the Artisan: “So I too, would vote to not reveal this.”
Word count: 389
Post #3
|
|
|
|
Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 16, 2019 11:18:44 GMT -6
Evalynn | Artisan
How foolish she'd been to think that Iscah's steps toward her to look at the tome had meant that she'd gotten through to them.
Her hope was snuffed out almost immediately, replaced by fury, and desperation. The flamen, Bale, began hurling accusations at her, questioning her divine devotion, the very cornerstones of her entire life.
"How dare you-!" Evalynn's mane grew more vivid, the normal red flames giving way to a brighter blue-white flame as her anger mounted. Before she was able to launch a verbal barrage at the glittering flamen however, one of the nobles spoke up, dismissing half of what she had said. As he spoke though, her indignation mounted. How very far in the sand were their heads all truly buried?
Caspian spoke than, and while her friends' words let her down, as he continued speaking, hope flickered in her chest once more. At least one of them was willing enough to delve into this mess to try and find out the truth, even if it was behind closed doors.
Ulysses words were both a balm and ignition.
"This is precisely why we need to know the truth! Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it! Therein lies the problem, we simply do not know. If this tome was a count of the war, what truly happened, don't you think it could give us some insight to our problems now? The ancient kirins are back, and they march on our towns now and have already taken lives as they see fit. They have lain waste to our smaller villages near their fortress. If the war of the past was indeed ignited by them, than we are facing more perilous times than ever. Truly though, even if that were the case, my faith in Ignacio would not diminish, it would not even flicker. And I fully believe that those who are devout to our God would not be so easily shattered as you may think. We have a fortitude that seems to be underestimated by you."
Evalynn was beyond incensed. They were on the brink of destruction by a force that has already shown the capability to destroy whatever stood in their path, and the Court wanted to hide away what could very easily give them even the smallest insight in how to fend the Heralds off.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself before speaking to the obstinate Emins and Flamen once again.
"Surely you must see the merit in pursuing this knowledge. As it stands, Ignacio did not even bless the current war we wage in the south with the Serorans. Yet still the war continues. Can you not see the parallels between now and the past?"
Word count: 456
Post: 3 |
|
|
|
Post by NorthernMyth on Jan 17, 2019 17:22:22 GMT -6
Emin Thaio of House Soleil
Post 3
Word Count: 500 Thaio’s golden eyes watched Evalynn as she turned to face him. Locking his gaze with hers. He nodded as she confirmed she held the Tome. He let her talk on. Defending herself with words and allowing them the knowledge of how the Tome come into her hooves. “I do not take you as a fool Lady Evalynn. You understand that we wish to be thorough.” The mare began unraveling the scripture at his last words. Thaio raised his brows at the old book. He listened more intently as Ev carried on, staring at the item held gently in her teke.
His eyes shot up from the book to Ev’s face as she mentioned Constantine and where they had retrieved the book from. Though he let everyone else speak first before interrupting again. Iscah moved from his side to get a better look at the artifact. His head filling with more questions than answers. The stallion pondered for a moment. Only half hearing the room.
“How did the tome get into the Archives in the first place? And how did Constantine come across it? Why was it hidden away in the first place? Was it hidden away as to not send an uproar through the herds?”
Evalynn’s angered tone brought him back. His ears fell flat against his neck, his brow furrowing again and a snarl lined his lips. “Evalynn! That is enough. Might I remind you that you’re in a room with Nobility? You are an Artisan, do not forget yourself!” He didn’t have time for bickering, nor was he in the mood for it. “You too, Flamine Bale. We are adults, not bickering colts and fillies.” His serious tone bellowed across the room. “This is a civilized conversation and debate. Might you have disagreements? Perhaps take them to the Crucible.”
Thaio’s ears picked up again. “Today, we are here for the tome and its purpose. The war is another debate that is to be spoken of, elsewhere.” As much as he wanted to talk about it, and why it should be done with, it wasn’t the time or the place. The others here would take his head for what he wanted to say about the Advisors and King’s choice against the Seroran’s. A foolish battle of pride.“At this moment, the scripture inside that tome is only partially translated and read. I vote that it is continued to be repaired to the best of the Artisans abilities. But of course, out of the public eye. We do not know what we are dealing with, nor if there’s truth to it.” The unicorn glanced over everyone. “I’d rather give the public the whole truth, rather than a partial one that may or may not be wrong. The last thing we need is the herd going up in Chaos over wrong information.” The young stallion took in a deep breath to try and de-stress himself. He felt his back leg jitter a little in a moment of his fluster. “Anyone oppose?”
|
|
|
|
Post by Disastercorn on Jan 17, 2019 22:01:15 GMT -6
J U L I E T Female | Eminent Marisol Cygnus | Aodhian
Everything had been going calmly, smoothly. Until the artisan and the flamen seemed to strike each other off.
King Soleil
Juliet felt the pain in her ribs suddenly and pressed firmly against Caspian's side. Eyes were wide, staring down at the floor. The way the Kirin had acted, the way Ignacio's voice had begged them to run... Panting the mare slowly looked up, eyes pleading and frantic. She had almost died at the hands of the old Kirin king... Yet... Questions pummeled the mares head suddenly and she shook her head, trying to get some order to them.
"W-wait... Wait..." She needed a moment. She needed time to get some silence. Her voice was soft, fluttering.
"Maybe this... Maybe this can explain why the old Kirin King tries to destroy us. Gives us some idea of what may have happened to them... I agree we should look into this, at least to get some questions answered. I... I do not oppose." Juliet could not believe how mature Thaio had become. How secure and confident her betrothed was next to her. Maybe all of this wasn't just a silly gathering. She looked towards Evelyn before pressing her head into Caspian's shoulder. The visions needed to stop...
POST 3 | WORD COUNT 207
|
|
|
|
Post by foalish on Jan 18, 2019 7:54:56 GMT -6
|
|
