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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 2, 2019 12:57:13 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 802: Trouble in Paradise Team Leader: Nero Participants: Alcaeus, Seble, Noatak, Eyrin, Zasha, Rynn Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- Be sure to add your post count to each post for easy tallying of rewards!- You must post a minimum of 3 times and complete your plot to get full rewards. - Additional posts past the initial 3 will gain 1 AP per post!- 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 war might be over, but the road to recovery has only begun. With Osulas in ruins and many other settlements destroyed, Oasis is still arguably the safest place in the whole Sedo. Your group led by Saviors has gathered near the edge of the Oasis to gather wild plants for remedies and food, as well as watching over two children entrusted in your care for the day. It promises to be another pleasant day of honest work. Date: October 1st Time of Day: Afternoon Weather: Clear skies and pleasantly warm Location: The Oasis, near the barrier Your leader is posted!
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 4, 2019 21:15:40 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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The supplies weren't necessarily vanishing, there just weren't enough. Sure, the war was over but Serora was still in the process of rebuilding itself, so it did not come as much of a surprise to Nero when he was tasked with leading an expedition. The saviour prepared his bags; leaving Virgil to Madden's care, and disembarked for the barrier. The summons had explained that he would be accompanied by several Serorans, including two children, as well as a fellow saviour, Eyrin. His nerves, which had been fraying at the edges since the war had begun to wind down, sparked to life at the thought of seeing his colleague again after their last disastrous meeting.
He wandered away from the bustling tents and worn paths that made up the Oasis' centre of commerce and activity. Sunlight kissed his back, through his cloak, and the pleasantness of the October afternoon was not entirely lost on him. The buzzing of voices and singing, shouting and laughing chorused in his ears. He knew where they needed to meet, and eventually reached the outskirts of the Oasis' centre; the sounds of activity humming in the air a little more distantly. He didn't need to wait long, as over the course of an hour, the group started to drift together. Nero had seen some of them before, through passing or word of mouth, and was delighted to see the two youngsters. With his own child at home, Nero paid extra attention to the smallest in the group as the others assembled. He recognised Noatak from God's Landing a while back, though the filly was a new face to him. The Vagabond bard, Rynn, resembled a horse Madden had travelled with recently, and Nero nodded in his direction kindly. The two Seroran Folk members arrived, both unknown to him, but much appreciated.
"Thank you all for being so prompt. We are going out near the edge the Oasis to gather some supplies." He looked at each of them for a moment, before continuing, "We are after edibles, remedies and any other useful herbs, fruit or vegetation we can find. Shall we?" Nero turned to lead the way, his sand cat, Poppea, padding along beside him.
The heat was mild enough to be comfortable, and the bright blue of the sky was picturesque and calming. After all the excitement of the recent conflict, the quiet, bright patch of the Oasis that the group first settled on was welcome to Nero. "We just need to comb around this area and see what we can find." He smiled slightly, trying to align himself with the positive atmosphere.
Grasping a globe mallow with his teke, carefully taking both leaf and flower. He held the orange plant aloft for a moment, studying it, before turning back to the group to address those unfamiliar with medicine, "Try finding some of these, can you guess what they're good for?"
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Post by foalish on Jul 5, 2019 18:34:25 GMT -6
Alcaeus
The Oasis has been starting to fell like home, especially after 6 months being stuck in there. A cramped home full of grumpy horses, but it was a home none the less.
The mood of Sedo and the Oasis got much more tolerable when the news of war was lifted, as Aodh pulled their forces out of their land and returned home. As they no longer went to sleep each night hoping and praying that Alya’s gift held up and they wouldn’t be woken up under attack and in panic.
But the days were getting so much brighter. He had his own miracles in life to look forward to and lift his own spirits; there were little days where he didn’t start out with at least a small smile on his lips. Days were good; it wasn’t perfect, but things were good, for once.
Travelling with a group of strangers wasn’t anything new, he kept to himself for the most part, travelling behind, watching the foals for a moment every time they came in to view; being that young felt so long ago. It was hard not to reminiscent about it. But he said little as he followed, as they stopped.
He nodded to Nero as he gave out instructions, showing off some Mallow and telling them to look for it. ”Will do,” he replied simply, smile still on his lips as he turned away, wandering nearby to search for the instructed.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 5, 2019 20:31:56 GMT -6
Seble || The Folk || Post One
Seble's nostrils twitched, taking in the seasonably comfortable air, as she trotted alongside the others. Her wings were folded neatly against her back, their purple-green sheen catching the light as she moved along. The frizz of curls that made up her mane and tail bounced freely, untethered as the mare cavorted along beside the others. She was so...so glad to be out of the main hub of the Oasis, even if it was just to forage for things that they needed in order to go back to the center once more. The freedom of being outside was intoxicating as the mare came to a halt, listening as Nero addressed them all. It made her swell with pride to think of helping out her herd, and her chest puffed ever so slightly as she stood before her group's leader.
"Didn't know we were gonna get tested," the mare quipped, her mouth agape in a half smile as she eyed the plant that Nero held up before her. "Can't say as I know what that does," she admitted, shrugging nonchalantly as she looked over at Nero. "Anyone who knows better might wanna step in before I put a foot in my mouth with a guess," she added playfully, whinnying and pawing at the earth.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jul 5, 2019 21:50:44 GMT -6
Zasha & Rook Serora Fledgling & Quetzalcoatl
Rook's giant knuckled forelegs left tracks in the sand, carefully avoiding the tiny hoofprints of the pegasus he so adored. His footfalls were quieter than most would expect.
Zasha trotted happily ahead of him, keeping pace with the group but still staying close enough to the thunderbird to make him feel at ease. Her smile had returned and her green eyes gleamed with childlike wonder at being asked to perform a real task for the herd. After having spent so long outside of the Oasis, it was fun to finally see what all the fuss had been about.
She had already introduced herself to all the members of their little adventure group and their familiars, admiring the wings of both the pegasi and the beautiful cart Erin got to use. Rook had let loose an avian growl, which was the closest they would get to a decent greeting from him.
When Nero stopped and lifted the familiar orange flower up, asking what it was used for, the filly nearly jumped into the air. Mallow had been the main treatment for Rook's wounds when they first met and she recognized it immediately, memories of being lost in the desert suddenly coming back to her in waves.
Her words came out in a jumbled mess, as if they couldn't leave her mouth fast enough. "It heals burns and skin wounds an' you can eat it when you get a cough!!!"
Rook's answering grumble sounded like a chuckle.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 6, 2019 14:34:06 GMT -6
 NoatakFledgling
A faint yawn escaped his lips as he trotted happily after the other equines in the group. He'd been so tired lately and he was unsure of why, his feathers felt itchy and his wings needed to twitch constantly. At times he wondered if he was gonna go through another "growth spurt" Noatak wouldn't mind getting a little bigger, he'd want to train with the fury, he wanted to do more for the herd that took him in.
Noatak eyed the group as they seemed to slow down and he was quick to move towards the front with a familiar face of Nero to look at, to which he smiled brightly ruffling his big boy wings with delight, as if they were just itching to fly and move onward. Not like he had much work wiht flying yet, its been hard to find someone to help along with it.
Though when Nero talked about looking for this flower Noa nodded eagerly to do the good work, but when the question was asked, the child grew a faintly nervous, with a hesitant step back, his body seemed to blink in and out of existance, his invisiblity trying to make it hard too look at him. But thankfully Zasha was on it and quick to answer the question and Noa couldn't help but smile at her, enjoying the bright and bubbly energy she gave off. Though his eyes went to Nero wondering if she was right, and part of him curious on how she knew all that, "You know a whole bunch dont ya?" he asked happily, clearly impressed with her quickness at knowing what a plant could do. "But I'll help find them though! I know I can do that at least." he grinned brightly as he watched as the others seemed to move on with looking for the plant.
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 7, 2019 9:57:37 GMT -6
rynn
vagabond bard
The Oasis. Perhaps the safest place in all of Sedo, despite the war's being over. A treaty does not end all of the violence, and the bard has her fair share of experience with bandits and Aodhian slavers. She wants to chance nothing, despite her desire for optimism. But, Rynn is not accustomed to holding herself to such a small range. She's not used to endlessly circling a restricted area. She feels... not useless, but as if her talents are not put to use. A bard can only sing so many songs before she grows bored of her own tune. She can only tell so many stories before the endings grow empty. Which is why she is glad to help when the Saviors call for aide in collecting herbs. She's not wholly trained in medicines, but she knows enough to recognize basic ingredients, having cared for herself when she travelled alone. She nods to those that appear, a traditional greeting spilling forth from her lips, and then she places her focus elsewhere. She flicks her ear at the question asked, pays it half a mind, but doesn't offer forth an answer, instead immediately turning her gaze to the vegetation in search of it. Globe mallow. A familiar herb. One of the young'uns offers forth an answer. Rynn spots more of the herb and pulls it up with her teke, tucking it into a small sash she'd had tied round her neck specifically for this type of collection. "It's good to see Serora thriving again, they're beloved friends of mine," Rynn says kindly, "But, I do not know any of you, perhaps introductions are in order?" It is easier for her to assimilate to a group once she has some idea of who they are. "I'm Rynn," she starts, flicking her mane out of her eyes and spying a clump of wild onions. She begins to pluck the fruits from the ground, ears pricked for any responses she garners.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 7, 2019 10:06:08 GMT -6
Seble || The Folk || Post Two
With the uses of mallow fresh in her mind, the mare turned to the task of collecting various plants, using a small bag she slung over her neck and shoulder to hold the fragile stems and leaves. Seble hummed to herself, bouncing from clump of leaves to another, picking only enough from each plant to supply their needs without killing the plant itself. Saving the desert fauna was something that had been drilled into her from the time she was small, and she never completely decimated her supply if she could possibly help it.
Turning her attention to another horse who spoke up, Seble let her ears swivel towards the mare. She was covered in scars, which was not completely surprising to the other chimera. Horses in Sedo had a hard life, and Vagabonds were no easier. With a smile towards the other mare, Seble dipped her head, taking a moment away from her task to join in the conversation.
"Seble," she introduced herself, modulating her voice as high in pitch as she could. Her tone was still throaty, but sounded feminine enough thanks to the years of practice she'd had modifying it. "I have to say, I don't know many of you personally either," she added with a sheepish chuckle. "Guess that's what I get for staying with my family and keeping to myself too much," she mused with a shrug. "Anyway, it's nice to meet all of you. Forgive me if I struggle with your names," she prattled, bright and happy as she spoke.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jul 8, 2019 7:49:27 GMT -6
Zasha & Rook Serora Fledgling & Quetzalcoatl Familiar
The green-eyed filly grins at Noatak's compliment.
"Rook taught me!" she giggles, leaning her little body into the thunderbird's long neck feathers. "We were in the desert for a while, so I had to learn. Your wings are really pretty! They match your eyes!" Zasha squinted at the colt suddenly, and began to flicker in and out of invisibility to mimic him. Her excitement is impossible to conceal, "Ayla blessed you, too?!"
It had been months since the filly interacted with anyone close to her age. Only in the past few weeks of being near or within the Oasis had the child spoken to other horses, not that Rook was ever bad company. He had actually been the one to recommend that she socialize more with her own people in preparation for their upcoming trip to New Valore. Zasha still waited anxiously for every mail delivery, expecting a letter very soon from her newest chevalier friend.
As Noatak began collecting the desert's plants, Zasha joined in enthusiastically. Her large ears flicked to Rynn's voice before the child notices Seble's style of collecting the flora and adjusts her own plucking of stems accordingly. Beside her, Rook's quiet rumble is a guiding voice.
"I'm Zasha," she pipes in. "And this is Rook."
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Post by seechem on Jul 8, 2019 10:33:07 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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"Didn't know we were gonna be tested." The mare spoke up, and Nero's ears pinned back a moment in embarrassment before she continued, "Can't say I know what that does, anyone knows better might want to step in before I put a foot in my mouth with a guess." Her smile made him relax a little as he noticed the two children. One was flickering a little, one moment vivid, the next obscure making it hard for Nero to look at him. He felt bad that he had put pressure on the youngster, and kept a careful eye on him. Meanwhile the filly, who was accompanied by a giant thunderbird, was almost buzzing with enthusiasm as she exclaimed, "It heals burns and skin wounds an' you can eat it when you cough!" Her enthusiasm made Nero beam.
"Exactly. You know your herbs." He praised gently. Nero's tension seemed to ease as he saw Noatak talking with the filly, and smiling. The youngster seemed more relaxed, which relieved the saviour.
The group started to move around the area in search of herbs similar to the globe mallow Nero had procured. Nero's teke carefully plucked at a desert agave and stashed it in his saddlebag before moving on.
"It's good to see Serora thriving again," a voice spoke up, and Nero's ears pricked in the direction of the bard while he continued to concentrate on searching. "They're beloved friends of mine. But, I do not know any of you, perhaps introductions are in order?" The saviour paused and looked up at the others. "I'm Rynn." The bard said as she continued to work.
Nero gave her a little nod and smile, recognising the name from Madden's recollections.
"Seble." The pegasus mare spoke up, and Nero turned to acknowledge her with a half smile and a head dip. She sounded nervous, and the blue roan listened attentively for a moment.
"A lot of us are new to each other, so try not to worry. It will be a great chance to start rebuilding our community." He added, speaking softly.
"I'm Zasha, and this is Rook." The gentle rumble of the Thunderbird made Nero swivel around to look at the child and her familiar.
"It is a pleasure to be working with all of you. I am Nero and this," He nudged at the sand cat currently scratching away at the root of a plant, "is Poppea." Nero hastily picked the herb that his familiar was fussing over, while keeping an ear pinned to the side so he could hear any further responses as he worked.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 10, 2019 14:26:37 GMT -6
Eyrin | Saviour
Eyrin was more quiet than usual. Not that he was super talkitive to begin with but usually he was up for a friendly chat. The weather was nice, pleasant. Not too hot, clear skies. He loathed the fact he had trouble enjoying it all, feeling heavy, even as he watched Pangolin dart around as they moved towards the place they ought to gather.
With the war over he felt tired. Switching between anger, sadness and emotional comings and goings, even exciting ones in the positive sense, made his days heavy. Today was one of those days were he had trouble getting started, Pangolin and duty keeping him moving rather than surrendering to sleep. He had slowly been building his stamina again, getting used to his new means of transportation. This was defenitly going to be one of his longest outings so far and he was greatful for Danäe’s handywork and her mother’s instructions.
He was pulled out of his thoughts as they arrived with the others, his fellow Savior Nero already seeming to be talking. He called Pan to him and quietly joined in. At the words exchanged Pangolin immediatly offered the other smaller ones to help search. His heart melted a little. “I bet you’d make great saviours one day.” he told the foals. To the question of Rynn he answered politely, introducing himself as savior and introducing Pangolin along, the foal self too distracted trying to “pick herbs”.
“Pleased to meet you.”
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 10, 2019 16:55:31 GMT -6
NoatakFledgling Eyes looked to Rook with sudden amazement. "Oh wow! That is amazing!" he smiled brightly at Rook and soon looked to Zasha and the sense of wonder, watching as she phased in and out of existence, like he had. "You have it too!" he grinned brightly "She did! It was pretty hard to learn, I'm still learning though, my pop said I gotta concentrate some more." he smiled with a faint blush on his cheeks. "Did Rook help you with your blessing too?" he asked eyeing the familiar with big eyes of wonder.
Though as he followed along after them as they picked the plants that were needed, he listened in onto the others, as the spoke of not really knowing many of them. Oh hmmm. He watched as others introduced themselves, and smiled as Zasha introduced herself and Rook, and so he took his turn and smiled brightly "Im Noatak. Nice to know you all." he grinned brightly, clearly flourishing now with a companion. In a sense it made him miss his little sister all the more.
As Eyrin made their way over to them, Noatak seemed to tilt his head oddly to the side as they mentioned what they would be good at. "No, I'm gonna to be a Skirmisher, so I can go out and find my dad." he replied, puffing out his chest, he was gonna find him, and fix his family. "But thank you though." he remarked remembering his manner and he smile a bit bashfully.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 10, 2019 21:10:25 GMT -6
Seble || The Folk || Post Three
As the chatter around her began to spread, Seble couldn't help but find herself swept along, trying to listen in to everything that was happening at once. Her emerald and violet wings began to flutter almost without her noticing, and kicked up a small puff of sand around her, which blurred her form slightly. Only when her hooves hovered just above the ground did Seble notice her own excited flittering, and forced her wings to fall still, landing back on earth with a light thump. Turning her attention back to gathering plants, she pulled up a few more stems here and there, checking the small pouch she had to make sure that it kept plenty of room for the other plants they might encounter later in the day.
"Have to say, it's nice to get out here," she said, stretching her neck to look at the small group assembled. She was fighting the urge to ask Noa about his father; the mention of a missing caretaker had piqued her interest, but she knew it would be unwise, and possibly upsetting to nose her way into the foal's business. So she was attempting to keep from just that....attempting being the operative word.
"What happened to your old man?" the words were out before Seble could stop herself, and once they were out, there was no looking back. She didn't even look sheepish; it was almost as though she didn't notice what she'd just asked, as she stared at Noatak with ears pricked in his direction, awaiting an answer.
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Post by foalish on Jul 11, 2019 0:28:42 GMT -6
Alcaeus
He dug around in the foliage around him with his Teke, careful eyes keeping tract for what was instructed for them to pick out. A soft smile fitted on his lips as he could hear a few horses gather around and start to answer the questions posed by the one horse, one voice in particular voicing up the proper response. He knew his own herbs thanks to growing up as a brewer, but he had been trained for that.
He cast a glance over his shoulder to look at the horses who were now gathering; a conversation seemed to be spreading through the group, which he was clearly missing out on. An almost uncomfortable itch ran up his shoulders at that, so he turned back to quickly thread through the last stalks, before turning back to join the conversation.
There wasn’t much to say, at least not without interrupting a conversation, so instead he simply perked his ears and listened to the horses around him ramble on. Particularly a folk and a fledgling, talking on. He simply turned back to the plants, searching for more stems than what he had tucked away while keeping alert ears.
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Post by seechem on Jul 14, 2019 13:05:49 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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Words hummed back and forth between his companions as Nero looked between shrubs for the right herbs and fruits. His ears pricked left and right to follow the voices, though a lot of the content was lost to him in his focus. "You'd make great saviours one day." Eyrin's voice floated to him, making Nero give a gentle smile as he continued searching.
"...I'm gonna be a skirmisher, so I can go out and find my dad." Nero's blood chilled at Noatak's statement and he froze where he stood, head still bent to the floor. He could see the child in his peripheral and a cold shiver stretched along his back.
"What happened to your old man?" Seble's voice smashed into Nero's thoughts and the saviour's gaze dropped to the ground. Did she really not know? She had insinuated that her life had been rather sheltered, but was she totally unaware who Noatak's 'dad' was? Nero gulped and tried to straighten up, marking Alcaeus' wise decision to stay out of it and continue to work. But the topic had riled the blue roan, and he was almost blurry where he stood, his blessing creeping along his legs and back. 'Keep a cool head,' he told himself carefully, 'it's an honest question. Be there for the child, do not interfere.'
"How much mallow have we found?" He asked softly, addressing no one in particular but trying to provide an out, "Perhaps we should comb an area a little further away, possibly closer to the barrier where fewer horses may have trodden on anything useful." He looked at each horse briefly, trying to smile and ease the shaking that was exacerbated by his blessing, before inclining his head towards the barrier a little.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jul 14, 2019 20:46:24 GMT -6
Zasha & Rook Serora Fledgling & Quetzalcoatl Familiar
Noatak's excitement multiplies the filly's giddiness tenfold.
Zasha leaps into the air briefly, flapping her wings only a few times before landing smartly back down on four legs, grinning even more than she was before. SHe just can't contain herself.
"He did! And he helped me with my flying, since we had to travel far to get here," she told him excitedly, ecstatic to finally find someone with which she shared so much in common. "We had to hide during the day and fly at night, to stay safe," she briefly leaned into Rook's neck again, meeting his eyes. "He taught me his language, and then I learned all the other languages of animals, too! So I can also talk to Poppea, if she wants," The filly explained to her new friend, then looked to Eyrin as they spoke.
She seemed to consider what the towering stallion had to say about her future endeavors, then shook her head just as Noatak spoke up. "I'm gonna be a fury like Indigo and Predwin and Torbek but we're gonna go find my parents first. Thank you, though!" Zasha chirped after Noatak had explained his own future plans. The two exchanged another excited glance, hardly able to wait to grow up.
She stooped to grab some more orange flowers from around her small hooves and her ears twisted to Seble's question. Green eyes shot to Noatak's expression almost immediately, curiosity beginning to feel a bit morbid. She didn't know who his father was, but felt the tension rise in the adults nearby. Before the colt could answer, Nero's question broke the deepening silence.
Zasha responded almost immediately, trying to change the subject (since that's what the adults wanted to do)."Yeah, okay!"
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 15, 2019 8:42:19 GMT -6
NoatakFledgling Noatak couldn't help but laugh joyfully with Zasha as she spoke of the grand adventure and all the learning she had done with Rook. "You two are amazing!" he remarked with delight, ruffling up his own wings with delight as he reared up playfully laughing all the more. "Wow, that most of been hard, but neat too! Wait you can talk to all animals too?" He seemed to be looking at both Rook and Zasha his head moving to look at each quickly, as his smile grew even bigger. "Thats so COOL!" He looked at the other adults, but a sudden question seemed to change the emotions in the room.
Noatak seemed to nod as Zasha spoke of her plans for the future and he seemed eager. "I could help you too! I could maybe help you find them." he offered. He knew what it was like to have a missing parent, but to not have two of him. He didn't like that one bit. He'd help Zasha though, if she'd let him.
Seble asked what happened to his dad. "Oh.." he paused for a moment, his once open and puffed out wings now moved in, folded and closed to his side. "Well Im not to sure what happened. Papa told him, he was called by Alya out to the barren desert... He left without saying much, even for being the Sultan to the herd. My papa hasn't really been the same since. Its why I have to find him!" he remarked with a firm nod. He'd bring him back home. There was a time when anyone bringing up his dad would make him angry, or go invisible and hide away, but he had to be strong for his papa and his missing dad and his little sister Hannani.
Eyes looked to Nero, Zasha and then the toher adults, Nero mentioned moving further out to find more plants. "Oh okay!" he remarked picking up the one plant he had found so far and trotting to where Nero wanted the others to be. "What made you all choose your rank?" he asked any adult curiously. Offering a shy smile as he looked around for more plants and sticking around Zasha cheerfully, happy to have a friend near his own age around for once.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 15, 2019 11:51:25 GMT -6
Seble || The Folk || Post Four
Seble could feel the conversation sour, and her skin flushed hot beneath her fur. Her gaze meandered around the group, and a moment later, she shrugged, brushing off the moment as easily as if it were water on her pelt. When Noatak mentioned that his father was the old Sultan, it all clicked into place. So this was the Vagabond colt that had been forced into the world, and brought home with the Sultan. No wonder people were so upset with her question. Not that Seble minded; she'd simply been curious, and in her mind that was a perfectly acceptable thing to be, regardless of the tact that her curiosity lacked. After all, it had just been an innocent question.
At the mention of moving to the border, Seble nodded, trotting over and nosing around the edge of the bubble for more of the plants they were trying to gather up. "So...why don't we go...outside?" she asked, nodding to the world around them. She'd been so cooped up inside the walls of their new home that any chance to get outside the border seemed like a brilliant idea to her.
"I'm sure there will be plenty of plants that no one's trampled on out there," she pointed out, waffling her ears around as she listened for any sign of ascent.
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Post by seechem on Jul 19, 2019 12:08:32 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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Zasha's eagerness made Nero smile gently, his ears still pricked towards the rest of the group. Noatak had handled the question with a maturity that went beyond his years, and as the pegasus foal trotted by to join his new friend, Nero had to admit a spark of admiration.
"What made you all choose your rank?" Noatak piped up as the group moved to the next patch.
"Well," Nero started softly, carefully scanning the ground around him for anything of use, "I wanted to be able to help people. To learn about the illness that plague us, the injuries that wound us, and uncover how they can be cured and healed." He smiled a little at the foal. "It was a calling, really. Sometimes you just know." The blue roan pinched at the roots of a herb and collected it, desperately trying not to think about the start of his journey into medicine.
"So," Seble's voice drew Nero's attention back, "why don't we go...outside." Nero looked instinctually towards the barrier and then back across to Seble, who was gesturing to the world beyond. "I'm sure that there will be plenty of plants that no one has trampled on out there."
"I do not think it wise to leave the protection of the barrier." he responded carefully. His blue ears were angled towards the barrier, before his full attention returned to her. "We have not been given permission, nor do we have an escort." Nero's nerves shot back to life as he was reminded of Madden's encounter with a group of Water Bandits. There may no longer be war but he did not trust that he could keep the two children, along with his herd-mates, safe. "Though," Nero sighed with a lighter tone, "I know that it has been hard to be so contained as of late. Perhaps a game would release some energy?" Despite his calm tone, Nero's stance was firm on the subject of the barrier. "Any suggestions?"
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 20, 2019 13:54:29 GMT -6
Eyrin | Saviour
Eyrin smiled, even as sadness pierced his heart. “I bet you’ll both be quite good at that as well,” he said. It hurt him to see Noatak hold out hope for his father to return from a place as unforgiving as this Sear.
He has been going to suggest that the false help him and Pangolin search for certain herbs, when an ill-posed question disrupted his thoughts. He gave the folk a disgruntled look. What an insensitive thing to ask a child. Did they not pay attention?
He noticed Pangolin seemed quite impressed by Zasha’s familiar. Well, it was quite impressive after all. Not everyday you saw a small child with a gigantic thunderbird. He had taken a look or two himself. He half listened in mild horror as his cousin asked to pet it, half had his attention on Nero questioning the status of herbs. And then the suggestion to go outside. He was quick to shake his head. “I feel it would be much safer in here. The edge alright, but let’s not take risk without proper escort... or permission.” He hadn’t set hoof outside the oasis since his injury. He wasn’t quite ready to do so now.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jul 21, 2019 11:01:35 GMT -6
Zasha & Rook Serora Fledgling & Quetzalcoatl Familiar
Rook eyed Pangolin with mild disgruntlement, rumbling to Zasha - who brushed her shoulder against Noatak's in newfound friendship - for answers.
He stared down his long face at the small child, holding his neck just out of reach with tension gathering in his flight feathers.
Upon entering the Oasis, he and his filly had both began to grow claustrophobic. It made him itch, not to mention the constant eyes that seemed to land on him in here. Rook missed the desert more than ever, longing beginning to nag at him like an instinct ---
"They want to pet your feathers!" Zasha's voice cut through the thunderbird's mind like sunrise on a canyon.
Large eyes swiveled down to hers and Rook sighed. In a surprisingly fluid movement, he laid his chin on the ground, curving his long neck comfortably and coming to rest in a laying position. He let loose a low avian purr, hoping the unfamiliar child would get it over with already. He wasn't a pet.
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Zasha giggled with glee as Rook complied, her joy spilling over as her best friend welcomed her newest friends to stroke the long feathers of his neck. The filly was very familiar with them; they had kept her warm on cold desert nights and had shielded her from sandstorms. Since entering the Oasis in search of her parents, Rook had become much more friendly with other serorians.
It made her happy, even if he rolled his eyes.
She invited them to gently lay their teke on her familiar's neck after grabbing another few stems from around her hooves. To Nero's question, she offered an idea of a game she and her siblings had used to play.
"We could play drop-rock! You fly up and drop a rock and the trick is to catch it before it falls!"
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 21, 2019 16:20:02 GMT -6
rynn
vagabond bard
Rynn admittedly listened to each of their introductions with a keen ear and then subsequently tuned them out. Not because she wasn't fond of their company, but simply because her mind had drifted elsewhere. She was not a woman of focus, and having multiple tasks on her mind was more than she could devote time to. So, either she continue to follow the conversation... or she pick herbs and keep an eye on the children. She's lax, not really worrying considering they are within the border, so truthfully, she's not even keeping an eye on them, though Rook is an interesting beast. She digs and uproots plants as she walks, one fuzzy ear swiveled to catch changes in tone or alarm in the conversation. Otherwise, she feels, for a moment, blessedly alone, and she uses that time to pray to her beloved goddess. She's only shaken from her reverie as Nero suggests the go nearer the border for more mallow. Seeing nothing wrong with the idea, she ambles along behind the group, eyes keen to catch anything they don't spot as they near the edge of the Oasis. She hears Seble suggest going outside, and at that, she raises her head, eyes glazing ever so slightly. "You can't trust everyone outside, not like you used to," she murmurs, nodding when Nero deflects her suggestion and instead invites them to play a game. Rynn's too weary to play a game, but she smiles anyways and encourages the children with a nod. Zasha suggests drop-rock, which sounds delightful, and Rynn returns her attention to the herbs. "Make sure not to drop it on anyone that isn't looking, we don't want an injury!" she warns teasingly.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jul 24, 2019 23:30:49 GMT -6
Beyond the range of quiet pleasantries and introductions, four figures shifted outside the Oasis. The sounds of lilting conversation gave them pause and they drew themselves to a sudden halt, keen eyes flicking towards the source of the noise. "Do you hear that too?" one asked, ears pricked as they craned their neck for a better look. "Quiet!" hissed another, and they paused, waiting with bated breath. The distant sounds of conversation were not quelled, and the strangers exchanged an almost gleeful look of recognition. It had been some time since they had come across anyone in the vast land that was Sedo, and it seemed whoever was ahead was also gathering supplies.
"Looks clear to me. We'll meet you down there," assured the first speaker, offering his companions a grin. With a murmur of agreement and a practiced ease, two of their companions disappeared from sight. With a glance at each other, the remaining two began to pick their way towards the gathered group. ~~~ "Hello there!" called the first to approach, a tall, grey unicorn with a dazzling opal horn. His voice rang out with a jovial note, and his gait broke into an excited trot as he approached the gathered group. ________________________________________________________________Post #1 | Word Count: 203
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Post by seechem on Jul 25, 2019 6:06:37 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
...…
Eyrin's immediate agreement set Nero's mind to a degree of ease.
"You can't trust everyone outside, not like you used to," Nero's ears flicked to Rynn and then back to Eyrin. Nero was glad that he was not the only one who was still concerned with the state of things beyond the safety of the barrier.
"We could play drop-rock!" Zasha exclaimed, pulling Nero back to listen to the filly with a curious smile as she explained the rules.
"Make sure not to drop it on anyone that isn't looking, we don't want an injury!" Rynn's teasingly comment made Nero smirk a little, releasing an wave of pent up anxiety.
"I should, personally, prefer not to treat any head injuries. But, as long as others are interested in participating, then perhaps playing a little over-" His thought was cut off as the area he gestured towards was suddenly occupied.
"Hello there!" A unicorn with an eye-catching opal horn was trotting amiably towards them all. Nero had not seen the stallion before, and his ears pricked forward instantly. The relaxed and forward demeanour of the stranger made Nero more curious than cautious, aided somewhat by the fact that the unicorn was alone. Poppea was stood between Nero hooves, rubbing her back up against his legs as her feline eyes followed the stallion's approach.
"Wind beneath your wings," Nero greeted formally, dipping his head to the newcomer, "what calls you out into Alya's sands today?"
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 29, 2019 9:23:26 GMT -6
NoatakFledgling Noatok frooze on the spot as Zasha told the familiar Zook, he was going to pet their feathers. He glanced around, it wasn;t as if he was completely afraid, just a little. But Zook was big and huge, but also kept Zasha safe. Noa watched Zasha as she showed him how to do it, how to be apart of this small moment. Or huge moment for him. Noatak smiled brightly and gently let his teke touch the familiars feathers. His eyes looked to Zook as he smiled brightly. "Thank you Zook." he whispered out, but it was hard to not notice the thrill of excitement in his voice.
He looked to Zasha smiling ever so brightly and happily, he stopped petting Zook and dipped his head respectfully to the large familiar. "Thanks for keeping Zasha safe too!" he whispered out for just the pair of them. He grinned a toothy grin before trotting happily over to Zasha, about to agree to her game. Before a stranger seemed to appear.
A unicorn came out and greeted them, well as best as a hello could offer. He looked the other adults trying to feel their emotions and body language before getting closer to Nero as he was the first to speak to them. Big large eyes looked up at the stranger offering a light smile. "Hello!" he spoke tucking his feathers in closer, as he looked over at the other adults and to Zasha and Zook.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jul 29, 2019 21:55:17 GMT -6
"Wind beneath your wings," the unicorn stallion replied jovially with a nod of his head. His ears pricked as Nero followed up with a question, and he gave a good-natured chuckle as he glanced around the group. "You all, actually. It's been a while since we've come across anyone." His ear tilted slightly towards an empty space behind the gathering, before his attention snapped back to Nero. "As much as I would love to chat -my companions can be awfully dull after a while- I'm afraid we'll need to cut this short," the unicorn continued pleasantly, an almost apologetic note in voice. Metal sang as it was drawn from its sheath, and in a blink of an eye a sword appeared from his side, his baby blue teke lightly rotating the blade as it levelled to Nero's chest. "I'm afraid I'm going to need you all to leave. Except," his eyes flickered to the young Noatak, "you. If I'm not mistaken, that youngster right there is the son of our late Sultan; Atacama, if you will?"
The world trembled at his command, the very ground beneath your hooves warping and quivering. With a sudden crack, a spire of earth roughly punctured the small gap between Nero and Noatak, forcing them abruptly apart. A loud pop sounded as a second equine materialized beside Noatak, a gleaming dagger instantaneously appearing at the foal's throat. The unicorn gave a tut with his tongue, a third individual, this time a pegasus, having slipped to his side during the chaos. They, too, held a weapon, eyes darting around the group. "A war waged, all for the sake of one child," the unicorn sniffed, studying the foal. "Tell me, kid; do you think your life was worth all those that died?" ________________________________________________________________Post #2 | Word Count: 295
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jul 30, 2019 7:49:20 GMT -6
Zasha & Rook Serora Fledgling & Quetzalcoatl Familiar
The thunderbird purred in understanding at the foal's words of appreciation, shared only between them. His eyes met Noatak's for a moment, softening in mutual respect. After the child had left to join Zasha he rose back up, shielding the children under his massive shadow. They were both under his protection, now.
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Zasha was searching for the right stone to play their game with when the two newcomers approached the group. She beamed at them before scanning the ground below her hooves for the perfect stone. It needed to be softer than the ones she was finding now, river rocks worked the best but there didn't seem to be any around here. She didn't pay much mind to what the newcomers were saying - it was time to play a game, after all! But the sound of Rook's agitated rumble, made her head snap up just as a sword was drawn on Nero. Her eyes widened in shock but the fear didn't stop her legs. In a flash, the filly was backing toward Rook, flickering in and out of visibility as her blessing acted up. She now held a sharp piece of flint in her trembling teke, having dropped the mallow for a weapon. Her eyes were on Noatak, suddenly halfway between terrified and enraged at these strangers. The time for games was over.
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The unicorn hadn't finished talking when Rook interrupted, rearing on his hind legs to land just above his filly with his large forelegs on either side of her trembling form. The force of impact shook the ground. His talons dug into the sandy dirt as he lowered his head to Zasha's height, letting loose a hostile avian roar. Neck feathers flaring and eyes blazing like the sun itself, Rook sized up the threats and picked his target.
Whoever these strangers thought they were, they had just made a massive mistake.
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Beside his sharped beak, Zasha tested the edged piece of flint in her teke. It wasn't a dagger, but she could manage; it had good balance. The second Rook had a moment open, she knew he would attack.
Her bright green eyes landed on the horse holding Noatak, hardly hearing his words over the pounding blood in her ears. "Leave him alone!"
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(Zasha is a Level 2 Weapons Master, which means she's already mastered her first weapon - a dagger!)
Rook's roar is also the equivalent of like, a thousand geese yelling. He's preparing to pick up the horse holding Noa and yeet him into the desert.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 31, 2019 9:18:56 GMT -6
NoatakFledgling Things seemed to happen to quickly for him to process in this moment. When metal sang, and the crack crumbled and cracked beside him to the sharp glint of a dagger poised at his throat. Eyes were wild as he stood there still as a stature, afraid a single movement would make the dagger slide so smoothly against him. While he stood there still, he began to rapidly blink in and out of visibility. His power attached to his anxious heart, the faster his heart rate raised, the same goes with him phasing parts of him in and out.
Noatak prayed fervently in his mind, praying to Alya, praying for his friends to be safe, he couldn't tell what was all going on around him. He heard Rook and Zasha and he didnt want them to get hurt, but a voice cut him out of his thoughts. Was his life worth all those that had died, was he worth it? Noatak didn't know how to respond? How could a child know what to say in such a situation. When life was nearly dangling before him, while death stood their tauntingly.
Tears started to fall from his face, he was not brave like Zasha and Zook, not trained like the other adults for this situation. He was just a child, a poor boy, that too had suffer greatly at a choice that was not his to begin. How could they ask him if his life was worth the death of so many? How could they unleash that burden on to such young shoulders. Noatak looked to the one that held the dagger at his throat, his eyes pleading to not do it. "Please... I didn't..." he couldn't say the words that burned at his throat.
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Post by seechem on Jul 31, 2019 11:05:04 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
......
And just like that, the mood shifted. Nero felt Noatak come and stand beside him, and the saviour stood a little defensively as he eyed the stranger.
"It's been a while since we've come across someone." Nero lifted his head, quirking it a little in mild confusion. "As much as I would love to chat -my companions can be awfully dull after a while- I'm afraid we'll need to cut this short."
Then the sound of metal, and Nero tensed on instinct as a sword was raised to meet his chest. His entire body went rigid.
"I'm afraid I'm going to need you all to leave. Except, you. If I'm not mistaken, that youngster right there is the son of our late Sultan; Osprey, if you will?" The unicorn's eyes moved to Noatak and the world rattled, the ground cracked beneath Nero's hooves as a pillar of earth drove him apart from Noatak.
A strange, cold calm descended on Nero. As though in slow motion he watched another horse materialise beside Noa, a dagger held firmly beneath the foal's jaw. Nero's head shot to the side, too quickly to be seen, to watch a pegasus flank them with more weapons. The saviour felt the reverberations of Rook's landing, and saw the small shape of Zasha cowering between the Thunderbird's forelegs.
"A war waged, all for the sake of one child." Nero tensed at the unicorn's words, his eyes snapping back to the stranger's face. "Tell me, kid; do you think your life was worth all those that died?"
"Leave him alone!" Zasha's voice rang out.
"Please...I didn't..." The saviour heard the tremor in Noatak's voice and went still. Rage and fear vied in him, desperate to find some means of escape.
"Listen," Nero said trying to keep his voice even, "you don't need to hurt the child." The roan took a tentative step towards the unicorn, the sword now pressing against his chest. Sending a silent prayer to Alya, Nero felt his blessing roaring away within him like a wild wind ready to be unleashed. However, his logical mind told him violence was too risky, with the dagger at Noatak's throat still, the strangers had the upper hand.
But anger still bit into his words, "That child had nothing to do with the conflict. He, like so many, had no choice in the role he may have played." The saviour moved a little closer, head lowered, the sword starting to bite. "What do you want? Vengeance? Because I can tell you now, harming that child will not grant you any peace." He allowed himself to take a deep breath, before straightening as best as he could, eyes locked on the unicorn who seemed to be the leader.
"I will warn you only once. Let the child go. There doesn't need to be further bloodshed beneath Alya's sky. However," Pinning his ears, "there will be if you harm a single feather on that child."
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jul 31, 2019 22:58:19 GMT -6
It was impossible to ignore the massive avian that loomed over the children, beady eyes fixated almost instantaneously on the blade that had appeared at Noatak's throat. "A blade is quicker than your friend there, my dear," Coniah spoke softly, his eyes flickering over Zasha's small form as the young foal bristled. "Are you sure that's what you want to do?"
Brilliant golden wings flared in agreement as the mare who had seized Noatak narrowed her eyes, pressing the blade closer to her prisoner's throat to drive home the point. A bolt whizzed just shy of Rook and Zasha, fired from an unseen adversary somewhere behind the group; a warning shot, making it clear that the three visible individuals were not entirely alone. The unicorn ignored Noatak's feeble attempts at pleading, focusing instead on the stallion that was speaking to him. Coniah regarded him with an expression that bordered on amusement, allowing him to approach, all the while unwavering with his sword.
"Like it or not, Aodh has had a fixation with this child since the moment he drew his first breath," Coniah spoke, his tone cold and unyielding. "There was a choice; and the choice to defend him has brought our country nothing but death and ruin."
His eyes fixed beyond Nero, piercing blue eyes meeting the child's. With a firm grasp on his teke, the blade was pressed forward towards Nero; not enough to cause true damage, but certainly enough to feel the bite of metal pricking against his skin. "Are you prepared to allow even more to be harmed in your name?" ________________________________________________________________Post #3 | Word Count: 265
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