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Post by posy-punch on Mar 1, 2019 18:55:16 GMT -6
 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-modding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
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Post by posy-punch on Apr 8, 2019 17:37:28 GMT -6
morien
the pirate king
In the time since his resurrection, the king had remained quiet, content to listen as Atlas explained the nature of the time to which he'd been brought back. Now, though, his impatiences catches up to him. Morien has never been one to cow his head to those with more knowledge than he. Perhaps for a short time, he'll listen and learn, but his impulsivity, his spontaneity, his arrogance prevents him from doing anything more. Which is why, when Atlas calls the Rogue Alliance to his doorstep once more, he does not stand in the shadows, but blatantly beside the Keeper.
He holds his head high, narrows his eyes, and looks upon the rogues that have chosen to gather today. To Morien's understanding, the Keeper of the Code had sent out the message quite urgently: they were to attend this conference or they would be left out of the decision making.
And the decision to be made? The Keeper had taken his time bringing Morien up to date. It is the recent decision made by the Talorian Crown, however, that drives the impetus.
The Crown has acted without the inclusion of the Keeper in order to impose sanctions on three rogue captains. The Crown has shown that it does not value the lives of the citizens that live and work on the Isles, making money not only for themselves, but for the government as well. The Crown has shown a blatant lack of respect for this new class of rogues.
It had been shocking at first, the thought of rogues acting with the Talorian Crown. It was separate from everything Morien had brought them from. For a short while he'd viewed it as a weakness, had considered these modern rogues push-overs who failed to see the purpose of the original conflict. Now though, he respected them for profiting off of the Capital's inability to outsource itself in the name of wealth and culture.
Morien doesn't wait for the small crowd to lull, but speaks out loudly to them all, commanding attention. "I have heard the Crown has done you wrong." He says amorphously.
"I have heard that they treat you as expendable. A scourge on their nation when in fact it is you who keep them afloat," He continues, inviting someone to speak.
"The Crown has been getting arrogant, so I hear, and led by a woman no less. Our trade has been blocked in several nations due to the mistakes of the Crown, not us. We lose money, we lose connections, we lose our freedoms due to them." He gazes out over the rogues.
"Why then, are we so loyal to them if they continue to treat us like dirt? They treat us the same as they did back when we first rebelled. Why do you remain beside them?"
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Atlas has called all of the Rogue Alliance to his doorstep. His Visitor has a proposition to make.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Apr 8, 2019 18:31:34 GMT -6
Conrad
Conrad had appeared out of duty more so than out of respect for Morien. Sure, the Keeper of the Code was important to every day life, but in recent times the stallion had found very little reason to hold any of the island's figureheads in high esteem. Maybe that was an oversight on his part, or maybe it was something that spoke of his blind loyalty to his captain and the ships he serviced.
Either way, the message had been urgent and although Conrad wasn't entirely sure he was essential the choices / decision that needed to be made, he had still arrived. After all, there was little reason to ignore something that could change the very way he survived and lived. As the news hit him, he had little time to react before another stepped up and began to speak.
The words spoken caused the stallion to balk, his lips curling at the thought of The Crown and Mainland shunning his family's work. He hadn't been a part of the trading his parents and sister had taken part of, but he had still profited off of their connections. Whatever he could find offshore was brought back to his sister which was in turn sold to the Mainland or other pirates like him for profit... To know that they had spit on her... it made him angry. He had known things were tough, but he hadn't thought it was because of The Crown.
The news about The Crown being lead by a woman didn't bother him. He had grown under Captain Ceto's Huntress for too long to find women leaders unattractive or unwanted. However, the idea that others of the Alliance were losing money and profits made him angry. He stamped his foot, impatient. "It's because some of us weren't aware." He said simply. For him, at least, it was the truth. "It appears as an alliance... news does not always travel fast... or to the right circles."
In those moments, Conrad was blind to who he was speaking with. His rage towards The Crown was too great.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Apr 8, 2019 18:45:00 GMT -6
// Z H E N \\
"Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom."
Zhen felt like he was stagnating. He had yet to prove himself to Digend, to bring true change to the isles. He had helped the Flight and the Alliance make a trade deal, but that had been it. Nothing else. It infuriated him to an extent. He wanted to participate in a way that was more than what he was currently doing. He knew he had to be subtle, he knew it was essential for his and Digend's safety, but he wanted to make a bigger impact on the Alliance.
So the call from Atlas immediately roused him and sent him hurrying on. Perhaps this was a chance. He wished to bring change and glory to the Isles like the days of old. Helping with illegal barrel dumping deals was... Not a way to do that. Ears flattened in annoyance at the thought of the risky deal on the mainland, Zhen joined the crowds, struggling to see over the other equines. Digend above...
He heard a voice speak out, and he couldn't place it. But already, with one sentence, he was captivated. Hurriedly trotting through the crowd to try and find a better place to see, he managed to find a few boxes stacked nearby, and with a small jump, he was able to see properly.
And he nearly fell off of the boxes. Morian. He recognized him. The songs and stories of the original rogues were fairly known to the rogues. But to Zhen. To his father. They knew it more intimately. His father had dedicated his life on the isles to research, study, and understanding the history and lore of the isles. And Zhen, raised in his study, surrounded by books, was just as dedicated.
Morian. He was here. And he was speaking. Speaking words that Zhen dreamed to hear spoken aloud by other like minded members of the Isles. He wanted to call out, he wanted to respond, but he couldn't. He was frozen in place, a mixture of joy and awe washing over him that he had not felt in years, since before his father died.
He needed to speak. He needed to help Morian. He needed to help rally the rogues under Morian's banner. This was what the Isles needed. This was how change would spread. It was the will of Digend, for a dead king to come back, to try and help shatter the shackles the isles wore. He needed to help Morian, in any way he could.
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Post by PaganStars on Apr 8, 2019 20:39:30 GMT -6
Moyra
Captain of the Coalescence But I know it'll have to drown me
Before it can breathe easy
  
x | x In the aftermath of the dreaded council meeting between the three rogue captains and the Empress of the mainland, Moyra had watched as Rhodesia had stormed off in a hurry, most presumably to see her daughter before the Talori guards snatched her away. Her heart sunk in guilt, finding it foolish how she hadn’t fought more for the mother to see her daughter. Kraken was a stallion and could not feel the same bond that a mother shared with her child, plus he probably wanted to get out with nothing done in particular to himself. But they had all agreed, grudgingly, and Moyra was glad that the Coalescence had not been taken from her, that she had not been imprisoned or even stripped of her wings.
The tides were changing, that was to be true.
The anger of their deal had only begun to bug Moyra when she had first boarded the ship, haggled by her sister and crew until she had stormed to her office and shut the door before anyone could slip in. Alcohol tainted her brain and even as they sailed, the calm waters could not soothe her own raging storm. It took Manon, Willow and Asriel all they had to stop the pegasus captain from launching off the ship and heading back to the mainland in a flurry of cussing and insults.
She had settled, and then the note from Atlas had arrived. Great, was she in deep shit with him too?
Sitting in some shithole on the island, Moyra had resigned to sitting in the back as a small crowd of other rogues gathered, her tailing thumping rhythmically against the wooden floor as she drank from her glass. The Coalescence was docked securely, Manon staying aboard as shipments and supplies were moved about.
So Moyra sat, eyes focused on the undead Pirate King as he addressed those before him. His words stirred the blood in her vein, but she would not be so impulsive now.
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Post by ThatDenver on Apr 9, 2019 13:50:21 GMT -6
RAOUL
Raoul had made a point of not giving a flipper about what the Mainland or even other Rogues were up to. Politics had never been his thing, partially because he lacked the knowledge to understand them, and as such they were not interesting – merely a sequence of seemingly random reactions between more or less easily offended parties.
But the Keeper didn’t usually come calling, not on this scale at least, and that made Raoul curious. He wasn’t really planning on participating, just spectating. Perhaps he’d even be able to pick out a new crew to join, having been on his own for a while. The life of a lone Rogue was hardly glamorous, and it was often even dangerous, so the idea of allying himself with someone else for the time being seemed attractive, especially with the unrest.
Raoul peered at the, in his eyes, unkempt and quite hideous Rogue who stood next to the keeper. There was something naturally impressive about them, he supposed – a certain hideous, old-timey wildness you rarely saw anymore. Raoul felt that same wildness in his own spirit when ships clashed, and blood was spilled, but at any other time, it rested deep underneath a well-maintained surface.
But this man… For him, it was there, rippling.
It excited him, and looking around, Raoul could see some others felt the same way.
Despite his wild looks, the newcomer spoke sense. The Mainland had brought war and ruin on themselves, and the Rogues were the casualties of those mistakes. Lack of trade meant lack of pay and lack of work, and without those things Raoul could hardly live the lifestyle he was used to.
He was very keen to hear what the stranger would propose.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Apr 9, 2019 17:41:52 GMT -6
 Willow;Talori | Pirate
I wouldn't close my eyes if I were you...The past few months had been the wildest of Willow's life and that was saying something seeing as she lived her life as a Pirate on the rough seas transporting unusual potions and unique familiars.
Even though she had most recently fought off sirens, Willow was still dubious about the the contents of the note received by all of the Rogue Alliance. Suddenly Atlas wanted to right the wrongs done to the Alliance by the Mainland, why now?
That answer was very soon to come as Willow walked behind Moyra, entering the facility and being smacked in the nostrils by the most putrid smell, the smell of death, a smell Willow knew well. Quickly her eyes sought out the source and she was mildly surprised. What stood before them was something entirely unique, a creature of legend. For someone who seems to have been dug up from the Earth, he was rather alluring.
When he spoke, Willow found herself intrigued. However she couldn't hold back her audible scoff as he blamed the arrogance of the Crown and the 'downfall' of the Rogue Alliance on the Mainland being run by a woman. Willow rolled her eyes and looked down at Moyra who had planted herself at the back of the room, seated. For a moment Willow was thrown off, Moyra was not one to be silent, especially in the face of authoritative men. Willow studied her captains face and saw the calculating look that Moyra only wore when it was absolutely necessary, it inspired Willow and she too tried to keep her face neutral.
As the dirty pirate keep yarping on, Willow did find herself nodding along as he noted how they were losing opportunities for greatness (particularly in Willow's eyes, wealth opportunities) and she was on board for hearing the great ideas this Pirate must have.
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Post by Zugunruhes on Apr 9, 2019 23:37:43 GMT -6
Toli
Rogue | Pirate
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Toli had not intended to answer the Keeper's call. He had been flitting through the shadows that day, his eye trained on a coin-laden purse he intended to slit, until the purse's owner took a turn that lead him right towards the gathering crowd. Here there were eyes all over, even if focused on the Keeper, and the murmurs of the crowd drew Toli's attention towards the source of the discussion. He wound his way through gaps until he secured a spot where he could actually see what was happening and not have to rely on catching stray words floating over the crowd.
The words were heartening, but did they have the strength to stand against the Crown? A few horses were nodding and adding words of agreement, while others looked to their fellows with hesitation. He rarely felt the Crown's influence, always slipping away by taking wing or boarding a departing ship when need be. Yet the Crown could just easily continue to exercise whatever authority they saw fit upon the rogues, until there would be no difference between the mainland and the isles.
Something stirred within Toli then, and he joined the others voicing their opinions aloud. "The more we let them push us around, the more they will take from us!"
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Post by marinedoq on Apr 12, 2019 13:56:10 GMT -6
S U N I L
rogue alliance
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Trade was on a standstill for the time being, so without much to do, Sunil managed to be one of the first to gather by Atlas' place, curious to see what was going on. He'd gone there with Conrad and Ciaran, both eager to see what was going on too. As if dealing with the Flight wasn't bad enough, Ciaran being the most opposed to it, now something was going on with the Mainland and some of the other Captains. Sunil wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it wasn't anything good. He'd heard rumours of what had happened, a terrible storm and a monster straight out of myths. Whatever had happened, had changed something and resulted in sanctions upon the captains involved. No good could come with that, but it wasn't his business, luckily.
As Sunil and his crew members got closer to Atlas' place, to see what was happening, they were surprised. In no way had he expected to see the pirate king, crudely resurrected. After the initial shock, Sunil listened intently to what the King had to say, nodding in agreement to his words. He wasn't entirely sure what to say yet, but Conrad was one of the first to speak up. Some others followed, and Sunil swore he saw something familiar watching in the distance, reminding him of his alliance with the Flight. He did come from the Mainland, but it wasn't a bond strong enough to make him despise what was said. Rather, his family had probably been fucked over by the Talori government once or twice. Hitting the Mainland at their control center... That would be the key.
"First of all, it's an honour to stand in front of you now my King. I see sense in your words, however some of us are dealing with other demons." Sunil searched the crowd, to see if Captain Samael was to be found. "I am no longer dealing with the Mainland, as part of an alliance with the Flight. Make no mistake, this was no voluntary alliance, but out of need to survive. The Mainland doesn't offer as much as trade routes around Eithne and Onea, but with the war... We had to make an alliance to survive and be able to trade, now bound to Sirith, as all other ports are closed - The Mainland as part of a deal"
Sunil was silent for a moment. He knew his alliance was risky, that most here had different views on pegasi. He wasn't sure how the King would react, so he did his best, to carefully choose his words. "Me and my crew would be happy to assist you in any way we can, my King. We're already cut off from the Mainland, and I'm certain the Flight would support you. Most of us, if not all, feel some kind of hatred towards the Mainland, Flight and Rogues. Perhaps something useful can come out of all of this, and the alliance may once again rise." Sunil made sure to look around the gathered crowd as he spoke, hoping his message was well received. The alliance with the Flight wasn't something he wanted, but perhaps going against the Mainland would please botht the Flight and his King, so that he could stay on their good sides.
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Post by mariahwhy on Apr 13, 2019 22:08:39 GMT -6
Kraken | Captain of the Sacrifice
The captain had been awaiting the Keeper's call. As soon as he had stepped out of the palace he knew that Atlas would be wanting to hear an account of what had happened. The old stallion would not be happy with what had transpired in that room, and Kraken respected him enough to stick around the isles until such a time that Atlas called the three captains to question. And, always with an ear turned to the whispers, it had not taken the Keeper long. What Kraken did not expect was that it would be a conference of all the rogues. What Kraken did not expect was the equine standing alongside, not as a subordinate, but a superior, to the Keeper. It was the King. It was Morien. He should have been surprised and maybe even fallen to his knees in awe. But after everything he had seen - the scagrywrs, the return of the kirins, the maelstroms, the extinction of pegasus sacrifices in Talori - it would take much more than an undead king to get a rise from him. After all, resurrection potions were well known in the black market. While he had never come across one, he knew it would be of little difficulty for someone with such influence and as large of a network as the Keeper to lay hooves on one. And so, interest piqued but amazement minimal, he would keep the same composure around this king - the true king - as he had around Empress Thalassa. He had strode confidently to the front of the crowd, looking up at the King and the Keeper, eager to hear what they had to say. Funny, then, that it quickly turned to the same subject they had gathered here to discuss just more than six months ago. He stood taller to hear the king echo many of the same concerns he had. But this made any argument he had to make tricky. They had gathered here before to discuss their alliance with the mainland, and effectively whether to severe it or not. Ultimately it had been the Keeper's decision to remain a part of the Talori herd. Strange that he would not have said as such to Morien. However, he had made his choice based upon many of the concerns brought up by the rogues - many of whom had wanted to keep their old ties with the Mainland - so perhaps this was the best way to turn those minds around. A hushed whisper slowly carried over the crowd once the question was posed, but as soon as one voice broke out, so did many others. One went on, and the scarred stallion turned to find Sunil. That greedy bottom feeder. The alliance he spoke of made Kraken's lips raise, and the bare skin over his shoulders tensed. "Nothing good would come from an alliance with the Flight," he snarled. "They are no more than lawless extremists, a plague to all of Talori and Hireath alike. Why free ourselves from the mainland only to be shackled to a much more unstable entity?" He was not here to discuss those disgraces to the pegasus name. And he would not even touch on what a joke it would be to live on trades from Sirith. Turning back to the Keeper's hut, he eyed Atlas briefly before finally addressing Morien. "The last time this matter was brought to light many rogues expressed an odd loyalty to the Crown." He could not place blame on the Keeper. You did not question him. But you could question the voices that had effected his. "They seem afraid to let go of the Mainland, like fledglings afraid to fly the nest. They worried we would not be strong enough on our own.""But you, our king, are right. They have proven to us, once more, how little they value our alliance. The rules set between us obviously mean nothing to them. They are unreliable, and who knows when else they might disparage our pact or to what great extent. Empress Thalassa is a much different entity than Hawkeye, or any emperor before him. The herd is changing. I feel that even the goddess is changing, for many of the mainland's new ideals were passed down by her, in direct opposition with her old rules. The waters we sail are unsteady, and it is not wise to be tied to an anchor in changing tides."
He could have gone on, but he wanted to hear more from the king. A small tingle was beginning in his hooves. He was too old to get giddy about things, but the possibility of forfeiting the Crown was an exciting one. Particularly since he had not yet paid back all that he now owed for the death of Princess Cassandra. If he could get out of paying it, and get back into trade with Aodh, his life might be on track once more.
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Post by brittlewren on Apr 14, 2019 2:49:37 GMT -6
CIARAN of the Setting Sun  Ciaran stood beside Sunil, silent and unmoving, against a crowd of shifting bodies and raised voices. This Keeper had offered new information of utmost importancec, and sent out word to the rogues, and intriuged, Ciaran had followed Sunil and Conrad closely. This reanimated King, however, did little but cry out old news. It was no secret that the rogues were treated with disdain by the mainland. Conrad was one of the first to speak, followed by numerous rogues, captain and pirate alike. But the voice of one caused his lips to peel back, curled ears flattening against his neck. His cold eyes grazed the rat's feathers, and he stamped a hoof against the cold floor. "You don't belong here," He spat, dorsal fin rippling along his spine. But Sunil spoke before he could do anything, and Ciaran's attention was regrettably torn from the pegasus. The mention of the Flight, however, twisted his face in disgust. Fucking elitists.
"At least with the Flight, we have a common enemy." He shot back at the tattooed stallion; Kraken, he thought. He'd heard of him. He'd heard of all the captains. "As disgusting as they are. But if we're here trying to fuck over the mainland, they are our best option. We scratch their backs, they scratch ours."WC: 214 Post #1 |
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Post by posy-punch on Apr 24, 2019 15:11:24 GMT -6
morien
the pirate king
The attitude of those surrounding him, of merely being surrounded by so many descendants of his cause, was enough to bring the familiar grin to Morien's face. It gave him confidence (as if he needed any more) and the familiar rush of power, even though he did not have these pirates in his hands quite yet.
And he didn't need to have them wholly subservient to him. Morien knew better than most what a little freedom gave anyone. So long as he was able to, if only loosely, bring the Alliance back to what it was, he'll have been successful in intention. Because, after all, power is on his mind, and what better representation of it is the Throne itself.
He listens as voices come forth, and then that curious word. The Flight. Atlas had mentioned it to him shortly after his resurrection, when it was necessary to bring Morien back up to date. Their cause offends him, but it doesn't affect him, not completely. Which is why he cocks his head and calls out to Kraken, "What do you mean 'nothing good could come from an alliance with the Flight'?" He says.
"Are they not weakening the Throne as we speak? You call them lawless extremists, and from what I hear, they are not great in number... they are a threat, but are they a threat to us?" His voice trails off and he looks around the crowd.
"Why not use them? I certainly don't sympathize. They sound like a scourge on Cascade's shoulders, an entity that rebukes her grace. And yet, as much as I hate them, I won't refuse to see usefulness in them.
You say it would be dangerous to ally with the Flight, but what can they do once we decide that bargain is up? Do they turn on us? We give them a word in edgewise to placate them, but exterminate them in time. It doesn't have to be fast.
If the Crown has continued to disrespect us, then let us finally disrespect the crown. Let them watch their prized little pets give aid to the animals that are destroying their sacred peace.
What breaks morale more than knowing you are truly, undoubtably, alone?"
He falls silent, waits for his words to sink in. Atlas had had no part in Morien's thinking. Morien himself, isn't sure that the Rogues are interested in following him, but he's willing to put out the idea now. If he must work his way up from nothing, he will do so.
But it is so much better to start with an army at your back.
"You know who I am," He says, "You also know I've been gone many, many years. Is my cause any different though? The Throne still remains in the hands of usurpers. We are still treated as if we are scum to be scraped off the hull of boats, cast away and ignored.
Let us rise up. Are we not one Alliance anyways?"
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Post by posy-punch on Apr 24, 2019 15:18:33 GMT -6
make your choice
MORIEN HAS MADE HIS PROPOSAL: ALLY WITH THE FLIGHT TO TAKE OVER THE THRONE. AS YOU KNOW FROM THE LEGENDS, MORIEN IS PRO-TRADE, HE IS CAPITALISTIC AND HEDONISTIC.
IF HE WERE TO TAKE THE THRONE...
NOT ONLY WOULD YOUR TRADE FLOURISH,
BUT SO TOO YOUR NOTORIETY AND PERSONAL WEALTH.
In order to make your choice, please respond in-character either pledging to join Morien's Alliance or refusing and remaining a facet of Capital business. You may also make your choice by creating a piece of art (minimum of one unshaded, colored headshot). If you are responding here to make your choice: so long as your post (or combined posts if you've already posted) is at least 250 words, you are allowed to claim event rewards within this thread. You earn 3 Favor and 5 CS per character participating. Rewards will be confirmed at the end of the event period.
Deadline: May 5, 2019 11:59 PST
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Post by marinedoq on Apr 24, 2019 15:40:41 GMT -6
S U N I L
rogue alliance
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Sunil knew that the news of his alliance with the Flight wouldn't please everyone. He knew that Ciaran most definitely did not approve of it, but it had become a necessity for him, lest he wanted to have no trades and therefore lose his ship, crew and livelihood. The more he thought about it, the better he felt about it. He didn't mind pegasi as such, they were no threat to him. He was well aware that the Flight was far from just normal pegasi, but somewhere down the road he understood their anger. It was justified, even if their methods were.. less than desirable. He hadn't expected such a response from Captain Kraken though. Almost seemed like he had a personal grudge against them.
Sunil didn't know the Captain all that well, but before he could say anything, Ciaran stepped in. Despite Ciaran's own feelings about the whole deal, Sunil was glad to see he was loyal to him and his ship. However, the last thing Sunil expected, was for King Morien to seemingly agree with Sunil's alliance with the Flight. Perhaps agree was too strong a word, but he definitely was in support of using the Alliance to support his own goals. Who could say no to that?
"My King. I'm, as you are already aware, already in an alliance with the Flight. I'd be happy to use my position within that alliance to help you get a foot inside it, or utilize it however you wish. Whatever you want me to do, I shall do - as long as the alliance survives and thrives." Sunil hadn't fully meant to say alliance, since it covered both the Rogue Alliance and the one he had with the Flight. But in either case, it sounded like one wouldn't get that far without the other, so his words were true.
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Post by ThatDenver on Apr 24, 2019 15:42:07 GMT -6
RAOUL
Raoul’s ears twitched with curiosity. He had not heard such speak in ages, other than from the drunkest of old, angry sailors in a pub. But it made such sense, when spoken without the mumblings and empty bravado of alcohol.
Why not? Why not rise? The mainland didn’t care for them, they had showed it time and time again. Raoul, for his part, didn’t really care about the Flight one way or another, but he liked their style more than he did the mainlands. The Flight wasn’t aspiring to boss them around and ruin their trade, for one.
Raoul looked around, to the faces of the other Rogues. He smiled a wild smile, one he had often worn on the high seas, killing and looting. Performer he might be, but he had never been afraid of conflict, and this conflict had the taste of money and fame on it.
The mainland was weak. The Rogues were, by their very nature, strong. They could topple the government, push aside the sniveling landrats, and lead the true Talori to wealth and glory. What was there to be afraid off? The Mainland had such little presence here, and no navy. Even if the rogues failed, they could simply sail off and set up a new home for themselves, leaving the Mainlanders to deal with their Flight problem and the baggage of years of lies bearing down on them.
“Down with the Empress!” he shouted gleefully over the crowd, stomping his hoof and flaring his colorful fins.
“Long live King Morien!”
Oh, this would be such fun.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Apr 24, 2019 21:06:07 GMT -6
Willow;Talori | Pirate
I wouldn't close my eyes if I were you... Things got heated in the cosy room quick, so quick in fact that Willow didn't even noticed that Moyra had got up and was now swapped with Manon. When she noticed she looked down at Manon with surprise, who just shrugged. You never quite knew what was going through her Captain's head.
Her attention was then grappled back into the discussion. Things had now moved onto all of the rogues going into an alliance with the Flight to take down the Government all together. Her first thought was dubious, how could they possibly pull that off? Then she remembered, the Flight had pulled off some strange things on their own already. Just imagine what the two factions could do together. Then came the promise of fame and wealth and Willow couldn't deny the pull in her heart. To be draped in the fine jewellery that the Mainland was hiding, all locked away, her ears perked up and her mind was opened to the possibilities. There was so much to be obtained.
Amongst the joyful chaos, Willow stepped outside for a breath of fresh air before making any major commitments. She wanted to discuss with Moyra too, which is why she assumed Manon was right behind her. As she took her first breath of fresh air the fog around them lifted and Salem joined her side, giving her very strong feelings of concern. Looking around Willow's heart dropped as she saw why. "Wasn't this where we parked the ship...?" She asked Manon who looked like she was about to explode. "That bitch." Was all Willow heard as the pieces clicked together but she couldn't, wouldn't believe that Moyra would abandon them. Putting away what she might possibly had to deal with, Willow knew what she wanted to do. Whipping back furiously indoors, Willow barely waited for an opening before she yelled to the Pirate King, "DOWN WITH THE CROWN!" Her body rippling with Invisibility as she channelled her rage towards the mission ahead. She was ready to put everything on the line for this cause.
She was ready for adventure.
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Post by brittlewren on Apr 29, 2019 6:32:11 GMT -6
CIARAN of the Setting Sun As Morien spoke up once more, calling out Kraken's ruling, Ciaran's ears swivelled towards him, earrings tinkling quietly against his neck. He was finally saying something. Not that it pleased him. He'd rather be as far away from the Flight as possible, but then again.. He was supporting Sunil, meaning he was supporting the whole crew. Cries rose up from the crowd again, rallying in volume. He couldn't really make out what everyone was saying, but he caught a few speaking words of alliance towards the King's proposal. All they wanted was the suffering of the "princess" of the mainland, her rules and opinions. Grinding his teeth, Ciaran's ears flicked back again. They'd already seemed to forget about the Flight. How convenient. At least they had a cause to rally behind, if the hatred of Talori's ruling could be called that. He glanced to Sunil as he swore his allegiance, and muttered his own loyalty to the cause. Gods he just wanted it to be over. He was done with the Flight, and the grander alliance hadn't even begun. Fucking pegasi.WC:181Post #2 |
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on May 2, 2019 14:09:45 GMT -6
// Z H E N \\
"Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom."
Every word that came from the king's mouth made his heart swell with joy. Yet, the voice piping up from Kraken made a scowl cross his face. Of course good would come from an alliance. Jun was there, a fellow harbinger, she would ensure that the Flight would assist the Rogues in bringing about Digend's vision. He had been there when the deal was made. He knew that good would come from it. He made sure that the deal went through.
There were no such shackles chaining them to the Flight in the way the mainland did. The Flight were allies. Nothing more. He almost considered going to Kraken, giving him a piece of his mind, for his emotions were being stoked and flared by the presence of Morien. But hearing him speak, he sharply looked to his leader, listening to him speak.
Every word he said was truth. While he disregarded the statement of calling them a scourge, for he simply was still loyal to Cascade, a foolish notion, he nodded along with his words. Yes. Yes. Every word was the same thing he though, the same things he wrote about in his journals and newsletters he placed about the Isles to spark seeds of rebellion. Hearing his last words, Zhen reared up in place, joining the other cries coming up from the crowd.
"Down with the Crown, down with the mainland!" He cried, tears prickling in his eyes as he pledged his allegiance with his entire heart, his entire soul. Finally. Finally. The change he'd worked his entire life for was coming to the Isles. They would free themselves from the Talorian's shackles, they would be remade in the image of change, in the image of Digend, and they would be free.
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Post by Zugunruhes on May 4, 2019 9:09:57 GMT -6
Toli
Rogue | Pirate
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Toli's lip curled as the King mused over the Flight, likening them to tools in one thought and then animals in another. He would ally with the flight to take back the aisles- but turn on them after? No. If it came to that, he would assure that his winged kin found out about the treason.
Burying his dislike at the remarks under a more favorable expression, the pegasus tuned into the rest of the pirate king's words, curious about what else there was to offer. The mainland was the source of his king's persecution so any movement against them had to be a step forward. And with each strand of control relinquished or stolen from the Crown meant more freedom for the rogues, for Toli to interpret as he wished. The pirate king's words intrigued him, so long as this horse did not assert a new binding rule over the rogues.
Only time would tell, it seemed, and Toli would wait no longer to see the Crown continue to spread their grip over the rogues until the life and culture he knew ceased to exist. The young pirate did not take time to consider the consequences ahead- he always met the storm head on, battled the rising tide, and crossed blades with his enemies rather than try to mitigate the dangers.
The pegasus stepped forward, feathers raised in anticipation, and cried out, "Down with the Crown!"
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Post by mariahwhy on May 5, 2019 21:39:29 GMT -6
Kraken | Captain of the Sacrifice
"But are they a threat to us?" It was with those words that the mystic sense of omniscience that an undead pirate king could carry broke for the dark stallion. It was a reminder that, no matter who Morien was, he had been dead. He had not been around for years. He had not been around for the beginning of any of the events that he now wanted to jump straight into. And no matter how much Atlas had filled him in on he was inexperienced in the present-day. Morien was hot-headed, short-sighted, and reckless - no better than any wet-hoofed young pirate on their first voyage. While, no, the Flight had not started the war, they had started the civil uprising in Talori, which had obliterated much of the rogues businesses and subsequently ways of life. No threat? Not to someone who had been six feet under at the time, sure. "As you said, they are not great in number. And while they may have weakened the Mainland, they ultimately failed, and were driven out. The Talori are rebuilding, and I might even be convinced to say they are stronger than before. They certainly won't be taken by surprise next time. "And while you admit the Flight's prowess in knocking the Mainland down a peg, you also think of them as weak. So which is it? I fear you underestimate them." And perhaps overestimate the rogues, he thought condescendingly of those around him. "I do not fear them, but I certainly don't think they will allow us to take them by surprise either. How do you know they are not already planning the same thing?"No matter, it sounds as if you have already made up your mind, my king." The title was now thrown out in a less than desirable tone. He smiled, but it could not have been a colder look had he been the one that had been dead. Had the thrill of the rogue alliance not been a practically leaderless life? And yet the others so easily swept up into his patronage. They were all so willing to follow under his rule - a captain that Kraken could tell would take a mile if they gave him an inch. Would the future find them all slaving away under his rule in place of the Empress? Not if he had anything to say about it.
"I trust you will do what is best. For the Alliance." And not for your own long-dead agenda. He nodded once, and then turned sharply away, cutting through the crowd as the shouts of "down with the crown" rang out around him.
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