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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 2, 2019 12:59:40 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 803: O Wandering Wind  Team Leader: Bermuda Participants: Syel, Torbek, Predwin, Tamaras, Zenith, NPC Mullah pegasus 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 is over, freeing Furies for… Other duties. Sultan Jibriel has sent your entourage of Furies with a Savior and Mullah to explore what Tamaras claims is an ancient site where Serora Furies of days of old were trained. Perhaps some long lost wisdom might be gathered from such a place. There’s just one problem: The place where the Furies once trained is now known as The Sear. Date: October 1st Time of Day: Morning Weather: Very windy and quite hot; getting worse as they approach The Sear. Location: Near the edge of The Sear. Your leader is posted!
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 4, 2019 21:16:45 GMT -6
BERMUDA
Of all the perks of childhood and youth, perhaps Bermuda’s greatest perk was her boundless energy. Some of the older adults around her might say it was the bain of their existence, but she rarely paid them any heed. As such, she was the first to rise that morning, nudging Syel awake to help her “accidentally” wake the adults up. The looks on a couple of their faces told her that they were well aware that it had been no accident and thus did not believe her woeful, and completely half hearted apologies. But they were awake now, no point in trying to get a few extra winks of sleep.
Mission, success!
In a rush of wings, the troop took to the sky, provisions and camp securely packed away in their saddlebags. Nothing could dampen Bermuda’s high spirits. With each beat of her wings, she pushed herself steadily closer to a new unknown. Exploration! Adventure! She was well on her way to absolutely bursting with excitement. Chattering incessantly with anyone who dared to get within hearing range of her, Bermuda speculated what they’d find out in the Sear, how many foes they would have to fight, what kind of food they’d find, anything that popped into her head.
However, if there is one thing that would shut her up, even for half a second, it would be seeing The Sear. Now within their sight, the desolate and endless backdrop of sand loomed before them, waiting for them to brave its’ landscape. There was still plenty of ground to cover before they reached the daunting challenges of the Sear, but it was right there before their eyes. Plus with the speed they’d maintained so far, Bermuda was sure they’d reach their objective in no time.
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jul 5, 2019 18:21:35 GMT -6
Torbek | Fury  | [ post #1 || word count: 289 ] |
He was on the move again. A thrill rushed through him. It had been good to rest after the war, to heal physically if not mentally. Now that his body was healed and whole he was ready to do something, anything. Naturally, he’d practically leapt at the opportunity to join a group heading out to search for a lost training ground for Furies. Upon joining the group of traveling companions he was delighted to see a young grey mare with turquoise feathers who was clearly ecstatic to be on this mission. He smiled, that was exactly how he felt on the inside, too bad he had to maintain the poise expected of a Fury.
That formality soon melted away however as they took to the sky in a flurry of wingbeats. He let out a whoop of excitement. Just for the heck of it Torbek did a few loops in the air before spreading his wings and gliding into formation among the others. The wind sang in his ears as they sped along. The desert below was a blur of ravines, canyons, and plateaus. Ahead an orange mass enveloped the horizon. The Sear, aptly named spread out before them. An endless mass of undulating sand dunes that seemed to go on forever. The white pegasus felt a blast of hot air as even at this high altitude the temperature increased. “Watch out for updrafts.” He called out to those around him. No doubt the superheated air over The Sear would produce some pretty strong thermals. As fun as ascending thousands of feet into the air in a matter of seconds was, it could be potentially dangerous for flying in the group. Ahead the orange vastness had grown much closer.
Faster. Faster. Until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death. |
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Post by Svantanon on Jul 7, 2019 21:31:54 GMT -6
Syel | Fury Post 1 | WC 228
Bermuda fell silent at the sight of the Sear. Syel, however, continued to babble in her own way. She fluttered in place, fidgeted her legs, tilted her head at each interesting nook and cranny that promised adventure below and took in the ominous landscape with wide, star-filled eyes. Of course the young fury knew the perils of journeying into the Sear… but it had never stopped her from longing to see it or dreaming of flying through its deadly expanse. After all, she had to see the Wind Mother’s temple at least once in her life, right? And that desire had only grown stronger after speaking to Alya, Herself, after being blessed with Her winds. Syel had always figured she could come here when she was just old enough, just strong enough, for her parents and grandparents to be at ease with letting her go. But now… Now, she had been assigned to the Sear. Now descending into its heart was her duty. How much more blessed could her life be?! “Watch out for updrafts.”Syel nodded with a flap of her wings before drifting back to Bermuda’s side, flashing her a giddy smile. After all their collective ramblings and excitement, they were finally here! Now was the time to go forth, and be brave, and to revel in the thrill she had been waiting for so long. |
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jul 8, 2019 17:36:30 GMT -6
 Predwin couldn't help but keep a close eye on the younger furies as they flew, his leather armor feeling quite hot already in the desert sun. Bermuda's constant talking had been more than entertaining for the stallion, and even though he wasn't by any means the oldest of the furies, he felt some kind of responsibility for the kiddos. After all, Syel had practically been apprenticed under Creo in training, and Torbek had been happily adopted into the family quite some time ago. Bermuda, it seemed, fit right in.
"Updrafts aren't the only concern." Predwin chimed in. "There are also currents that we want to be wary of, as the updraft can lift you into a windstream that could rip your wings off if you're not careful... and the sands below are not easy nor comfortable to land unexpectedly in." He shifted his wings slightly as he said that to accommodate for the fickle wind. Though despite his words of caution, he shared Bermuda's excitement. Sure, he had flown over the sear before, but he most certainly hadn't done so with the thought of finding some unknown training ground.
That being said, he wanted to see it and take part in potentially building a new program for the furies themselves... starting their training a place like this would be more than a grand adventure, let alone a grand feat... and Predwin admittedly was always for grand feats.
He smiled warmly, taking a moment to break formation a little bit to enjoy the warm wind currents before returning back to the group.
This. This was how a Seroran should truly live. .
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 8, 2019 18:54:56 GMT -6
Zenith
Serora l Savior
"And as the world comes to an end, I'll be here to hold your hand"
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The Sear. That's where they were sent along with a group of Furies and a Mullah. Why they had been chosen to accompany the entourage, Zenith could only guess. It wasn't that having a savior travel with the group didn't make sense, but more that Zen felt like they were personally a poor choice of savior to send. Even so, they couldn't blame Jibriel. He was doing his best after being handed the most difficult role in the herd in a rather tumultuous time... Still... traveling within the Sear was far outside of Zenith wheelhouse and it was wearing on them. “Watch out for updrafts.” A voice from the front of the flock called out as Zenith's wings faltered for a moment, causing their path to be a bit turbulent. "Updrafts aren't the only concern." Another voice chimed in. "There are also currents that we want to be wary of, as the updraft can lift you into a wind stream that could rip your wings off if you're not careful... and the sands below are not easy nor comfortable to land unexpectedly in." The mule let out out a soft gasp of concern. They still weren't a strong flier, having only had their wings for a year or so, and this journey was difficult enough without the added stress of having their wings ripped from them. Reaching out with their blessing, they tried to get a read on their companions, some hint that any of them were as concerned as Zenith was, but alas, they all seemed rather confident in their own abilities. Hell, most of them seemed to be excited for one reason or another. Zen wished they felt the same, but between the soreness of their wings, the dry heat of the desert baring down on them, ad the sting of the windblown sand that assaulted their pelt, the appaloosa was just ready to be done.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2019 17:14:41 GMT -6
Note: Tamaras is an ancient hybrid with two souls; Aras, the ancient pegasus and Tam, the ancient kirin. Texts in cursive are inner dialogue!
Aras hadn’t quite realized how much he’d missed flying with his kind. Soaring high above the desert, watching out for some drafts and utilizing others. The Sear might prove to be dangerous, but his soul was being lifted by the idea of finding something ancient. Something of home. It felt odd to think of it as ancient; to him over 1000 years had been a mere blink of an eye. So many things had changed, and yet… Yet looking around, he thought, or perhaps hoped, that not that many had.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, why are we this high-
Yes, Aras was more than eager to prove himself. Of course he was a little nervous about such a responsibility, of being the guide to this group. But Jibriel had trusted him, and he wanted to be worth that trust. He certainly was the only one who would know what they were looking for, or where, but a part of him still wanted to think that Jibriel would have sent him regardless.
By Ignacio we are going to run into that rock, we are going to fall! This is bad-
Aras certainly missed his beautiful feathered wings; once he had been able to glide and effortlessly move through the air. With his new hybrid wings, the air currents easily hit them in unfortunate ways, forcing him to work harder to keep his height. Where regular wings would flap once, his would have to almost double the effort. Aras thought it may be a challenge – to overcome the adversity against the odds. Sweat darkened his coat and fell in droplets from behind his ears, but he kept his momentum. Alya help him if he’d lose the momentum.
Did you hear that? The drafts are going to be the death of us, this is it-
We’ll be much better off the second you let me do the flying and shut up!
“We should work to keep this course”, he let the others know in a loud enough voice to carry over the wind and the flapping wings.
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Post by Svantanon on Jul 11, 2019 0:48:28 GMT -6
Syel | Fury Post 2 | WC 218 Yes, yes, blah blah blah of course they would all be careful—GAH!!! Rip your wings off?! Syel didn’t want that! Her feathers made an involuntary ruffle along the length of her wings, ears wavering as she now dutifully listened to Predwin’s advice, staying cautiously aware of their surroundings while trying to nurse her initial bravado and zeal back to full health. Her attention snapped to the hybrid with them, and the fury’s brow furrowed as her ears flicked again. She still wasn’t sure what a kirin-pegasus was doing with the lot of them. Alya had said that they couldn’t be trusted, and to let a kirin see such important ancient information was… awfully risky, wasn’t it? Couldn’t such knowledge be used against him if he decided to turn against them all for the glory of Ignacio and all his hotblooded children? Then again... he was winged. Perhaps Alya had marked him as one of the safe ones, in which case Syel sorely hoped that her theory was correct. It was difficult to trust Tamaras after everything she’d been told, but if he’d been entrusted with this mission, she would need to give him some benefit of the doubt. For now. So she nodded at him and returned her attention to the desert below. What are we looking for? she signed at the first Seroran to look her way. Landmarks? Building? |
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jul 14, 2019 11:46:48 GMT -6
Torbek | Fury | [ post #2 || word count: 313 ] |
As the troop flew Torbek watched as the vegetation below went from scattered cacti and scrub brush to next to nothing except sunbaked earth. Soon even that gave way to sand. His imagination wandered to what they might find hidden in the sand. What if they were successful and really did find the ancient lost training grounds of the Furies? What would that mean for Serora? A twinge of hope that hadn’t stirred since the peace treaty now came alive. If they could train more Furies in an isolated area with enhanced training opportunities then next time they would be better prepared to defend against any who threatened them. A momentary scowl passed across his face, like a dark cloud across the sun, as he thought about how the former leader of Serora had surrendered to Ahod. It felt like a betrayal of everything he and countless other Serorans had fought for for so long.
He looked at those soaring in formation around him. Predwin was a familiar and welcomed sight. Syel too was familiar, she had been on some of the same missions as he had during the war. The hybrid was new through. The mixture of Tamaras’ kirin features and great leathery wings was fascinating. The white fury wondered how such odd wings affected one’s flying. His attention returned to Syel as she asked what they were looking for.
“I don’t know. Could be anything.” He replied, having to raise his voice to be heard over the wind. “The Sear is pretty featureless so keep an eye out for anything that looks out of place or irregular.” He suggested. It was hard to know to what lengths the ancient Seroran’s had gone to keep this place hidden. Not the mention hundreds of years of wind very well could have buried any structures in sand. He hoped that was not the case.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jul 14, 2019 13:07:12 GMT -6
The stallion nodded, glancing at the Mullah and strange hybrid with slight interest, wondering if the two of them had much of any plan. Torbek was right though, it'd be best to search for anything out of the ordinary, though in a place like the Sear it could be difficult for the group to see anything. He frowned slightly, wishing for just a moment that he had a spyglass that could let him see further into the distance.
"Maybe we should have one group flying higher while the other is down lower to allow for some long distance and short distance recon?" He yelled over the wind, feeling that maybe it'd be best for the group to consider all of their options. The Furies at large tended to be the kind of Pegasi to just rush into battle, but this was going to require a keen eye. He glanced back, remembering that Twitter, his familiar was still following them at a slight distance to avoid any kind of worry for the new members of their traveling party.
He smiled slightly to himself, remembering how they had teamed up against the Aodhians. Admittedly, Predwin had enjoyed most of his outings during the war, but it was a relief that they were focusing on something more... personal to the herd.
"Bermuda, what do you think?" He called out, knowing full well that she and Syel both were the most excited out of the group to find this hidden place.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 14, 2019 14:40:46 GMT -6
The winds seem to grow harsher and more unpredictable as the Sear draws closer and closer. Grassland surrenders to hot sand, and the sun, Ignacio’s lifegiving yet cruel orb, is as hot as ever. Even your Goddess’ winds, although brisk, do little to cool you off, as they blow in hot and dry.
In the middle distance, you can see a few thunderbirds lazily circling something. There is little risk of them following you into the Sear, so you pay them little mind – even the great winged beasts steer clear of the sunbeaten desert whenever they can.
Nothing much to see yet – there are some sharp, jagged cliffs underneath you, but other than that, it seems to be just red, hot sand everywhere.
It’s hard to imagine nothing ever thrived here, yet on you go, deeper into the sands.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 14, 2019 15:21:16 GMT -6
Zenith
Serora l Savior
"And as the world comes to an end, I'll be here to hold your hand"
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Zenith only nodded as the others spoke, only half listening to the conversations at hoof. They were too distracted by the potential of their wings being ripped off and the blazing, dry heat beating against their pelt. It wasn't as if Zenith hadn't experienced heat before. Aquore was always incredibly warm... but this... this was different. The heat was dry, as if it pulled the very moisture out of the air itself. Zenith swallowed hard, longing for a cool drink of water or a quick dip in Aquore's sea. Yet as they looked out over the landscape, there was nothing but sand. Dry, barren, sand. It was unlike anything they'd ever see. Just looking at it enhanced Zen's already growing exhaustion. Still, on shaky wings, Zenith continued to push forward, closing their eyes tight as they recalled Farsight's encouraging voice as the stallion taught them how to fly. Tears began to well up in their eyes at the thought. Blinking them away before they could manifest fully, Zenith tried to refocus on flying while ignoring the burning muscles in their wings. They flicked an ear forward as mention of what they were supposed to be looking for was made, only to discover that no one really had any idea. Biting the inside of their cheek, Zenith spoke softly, not wanting to make too much of a fuss while acknowledging their own limitations. "Do you think there might be a place we could rest soon, if even for just a moment? I don't know how much longer I can keep up this pace." Zenith admitted quietly, refusing to look at the others as they spoke.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 16, 2019 0:17:15 GMT -6
Bermuda | Fury
There was simply no time to rest! Not paying nearly enough heed to what the others were saying, she merely shot a grin at Syel, before beating her wings quicker, so eager for their adventure. There was no way a little wind was going to stop them, and they were furies, for Alya's sake! The best flyers, and she would not let down the rank of Fury just because of a few up gusts.
However.... They might slow her down just a little. Flapping swiftly, Bermuda felt the heat seeming to sink into her as they got closer and closer to the edge of the Sear. Beads of sweat began to form, making her coat shine, though it did provide a minor- very minor- relief as the wind swept over her now damp body. It didn't cool her much though, the heat seemed to just sap away everything.
"Err.. Yea! That sounds like a good idea?" Looking over at Predwin, she wasn't quite used to others asking for her input, even though she was a fully fledged Fury- getting promoted because of the War totally counted, by the way!- they still treated her like she was just a noob, even if that's exactly what she was. Trying not to let anyone know just how taxing the unforgiving heat was starting to become, she didn't immediately respond to Zenith's question. She both wanted to stop even just for a water break, and wanted to keep flying. After all, if they kept stopping, they'd never find this old training ground. Who knows, if they did find it, she'd even be finally recognized as a full Fury, as she well should be. But maybe... Just one rest?
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Post by Svantanon on Jul 16, 2019 10:58:24 GMT -6
Torbek seemed to know only as much as Syel did. Her eyes drifted again to the lands below, one ear wavering in slight disappointment, before letting out a small sympathetic laugh. It was easy to forget how hard it could be to use your voice up here!
Snapping herself back into ‘place’ with a determined nod, the fury quickly signed a bold and energetic We were made for this!
Granted, however ‘made for this’ they were, all the pegasi were beginning to feel the weight of the Sear; not just in their hearts, but on their pelts. The heat was unrelenting as it was mischievous, making it harder to monitor the sandy landscape without things either getting too bright or too squiggly. Predwin had a good idea to combat that, which didn’t surprise Syel in the slightest. Predwin always had good ideas! (though not as many as Creo.)
She glanced Bermuda’s way, wondering if she agreed, but the young pegasus’ attention was pulled by the Talorian who had joined them on this journey. Zenith was trying—they were giving it their all, but it was starting to take its toll on them. There was a shake to their wingbeats, and it was getting harder for them to maintain eye contact with the rest. Syel’s eyes softened in concern as they finally found the will to—quietly— ask for a break.
She moved to one of their sides, attempting to utilize a formation that Creosote had taught her a while back and gesturing at whoever next looked at her to take the other side. If the current of their wingbeats could help keep Zenith afloat for a while longer, it would allow them all more time to scout out a proper landing spot. Bermuda was beginning to look a little winded, herself; it had been so fun having someone her age here, but it was easy to forget that the teal-feathered Pegasus hadn’t been doing this for as long as Syel had. She waited for a Seroran to glance in her direction again, and signed quickly.
She snorted irritably. Her own brand of communication was particularly difficult when the job required people to not be looking at her.
We should look for this place on full strength. We land, we drink our rations, and then, up! Up and away again. Post #3 | Word Count: #389
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jul 19, 2019 18:43:16 GMT -6
Torbek | Fury | [ post #3 || word count: 315 ] |
The white Fury bobbed his head in agreement with Syel’s decisive decision to take a break. Not wasting time he angled his body downwards and picked a sandy ridgeline that looked like it would accommodate the troop. He angled toward it. Just before touching down he spread his wings and flapped several times to slow his downward momentum. Fine bits of sand filled the air as they landed. The moment Torbek’s hooves hit the sand he could feel the heat radiating up from it. His coat felt stiff from sweat that had evaporated almost instantly in the dry heat. And the wind pushed and played with his crest feathers.
He was eager to be in the air again, but breaks were necessary. They couldn’t risk anyone getting dehydrated or suffering from heatstroke. With that thought, he undid the stopper on his canteen with his teke and took a generous gulp of water. It was hot and tasted like the inside of the canteen but out here it was more precious than gold.
He glanced over at the others to make sure everyone was utilizing this break to stay hydrated. Furies or not, no one could last long without water. It was a lesson he’d had drilled into his head as a young Flury after he’d flown off on a mission without water and suffered the consequences. He moved towards the back of the group to where Zenith stood. The Savior looked tired. Torbek gave him a friendly smile as he moved beside him. The Fury raised one of his large white wings to shade the other pegasus. It wouldn’t do much to stave off the hot wind but a few moments out of the direct sunlight could be helpful. “Doing alright?” He asked feeling no small amount of protectiveness for those who were not as accustomed to the oppressive conditions and long periods of flight.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2019 18:57:29 GMT -6
Tamaras looked disapproving about the talk of rest. He could understand the need for it, of course – it took him a lot of effort to stay in the air after all. But it was easier to keep flying than to stop and restart, if your muscles were already feeling strained.
This was sort of like flying with the Furies of the old, yet nothing like it. He had to admit to himself that deep down, he was disappointed. This world was nothing like back then. The wind and the scorching heat of the Sear did not help that impression. He felt the grains of sands in his mouth as he flew – it was a good reminder to keep his mouth shut.
He looked disgruntled to land and barely accepted any water.
“We have to keep going. We’re not far! We’ll get lost much easier if we don’t stay on course”, Aras spoke up. He had no right to command these people and he knew that the scales on his back automatically made him seem suspicious. But he was the only one who actually knew where they were going, and his ancient heart beat just a bit faster at the thought of finding a piece of the past. Of home.
His wings had to work hard to get him off the ground again, and the desert wind wasn’t helping. But they could not afford long pauses. Not this close.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 22, 2019 23:35:00 GMT -6
Zenith
Serora l Savior
"And as the world comes to an end, I'll be here to hold your hand"
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Zen breathed a sigh of relief as the group began to descend, searching for a place to take a much needed break. Just as they felt their wings may give out underneath them, their shaky legs stumbled onto solid ground. The pegasus only stood for a moment before allowing their legs to collapse beneath them, lying on the burning ground bellow. Reaching around for their canteen, they winced slightly as they drank the last of their water. Staying hydrated in the desert was so much harder than the island dweller had ever imagined. A soft sob almost escaped their lips as they silently wished they had been blessed with their brother's water manipulation. But alas, their gift of a sixth sense would do nothing to wet their throat. Slowly catching their breath, they looked up as something cast a large shadow over top of them, providing them with a slight reprieve from the direct heat; something for which they were incredibly grateful. "Thank you." They muttered softly, reaching out with their blessing in an attempt to get a read on the stranger who now hovered over them. “Doing alright? " The stranger asked, his voice filled with a warmth Zenith wasn't accustomed to. The spotted pegasus nodded slightly, though they were unsure of the truth of their own answer. "This is....a much more intense flight than anything I've ever attempted before...I'm worried I might slow you all down. I may be here to assist in cases of emergencies, but I feel as if I'm more of a liability than an asset." They croaked quietly, laughing softly at the irony of it all as their throat began feeling dry as the desert around them once more.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 25, 2019 14:40:13 GMT -6
Tamaras harries the group onwards, but he is not lying – you are close.
It’s not long before your hybrid guide, Tamaras, shouts that this is the place.
You don’t see anything below you that sets this apart from any other place in the Sear – just rocky mountain, sand and some more sand. Still, Tamaras is absolutely adamant this is the right place, and so you land.
The sand is hot beneath your hooves, and the wind is sharp. The visibility leaves a lot to be desired, but when you hug close to the side of the cliff, you are at least partially shielded from the worst of it.
It’s time to explore and see if there is anything here left to find.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 25, 2019 20:21:37 GMT -6
Bermuda | Fury
Watching the group angling down, Bermuda dipped her wings, gliding down to the hot dunes. Grabbing her skein, she drank sparingly. Every cell in her body was telling her to gulp her water down, though she knew better. Still, she had to recork her skein before her thirst clouded her judgment. It seemed like mere seconds before Tamaras was urging them on again, and Bermuda took to the skies once again, honestly feeling both better, and worse for the break. Lifting off was a nightmare, but the unrelenting gusts helped push her into the sky.
However, the trip had a closer end than she'd expected, and they honestly could've continued on without the break had they known. The filly side-eyed the hybrid, several sarcastic remarks on the tip of her tongue. Swallowing them however, Bermuda looked around. The area looked rather... Bland. As of now, she couldn't see why a place like this would be a good training ground for the Furies of old, unless they liked torturing themselves on the searing sand.
Wait. Searing. Sear. That was why it was called the Sear!
Bermuda let out a giggle at her own daft thoughts. "Err.. Are you really sure this is the place? It all kinda… Looks the same around here? Perhaps we should look around? I could check the cliffs up above?"
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jul 25, 2019 21:46:25 GMT -6
Zenith's concerns and the rest of the group's discussion fell upon death ears as the roadrunner fury felt himself let go of his worldly possessions and felt himself drift into his own thoughts. Maybe it was because he missed his sister, or maybe it was because he just... wasn't as worried about the others as he should have been, but there was a period where Predwin just... lost track of time.
He didn't really notice what was going on until he realized he was the only one still in the air. Quickly, he tucked his wings in and dove down, rising sand just as he heard Bermuda's voice rise above the rest. He hadn't seen anything, and there were... options to be pursued (he guessed, he wasn't really sure, as he hadn't really heard much).
He coughed lightly, feeling the sand in his nose for a moment. "Taking off to see more doesn't sound like a bad idea... though sands shift... Is this where we think it is?"
He turned his gaze to the others, though he wasn't sure if he really wanted the affirmative or not on what was going on. He frowned a little. It sucked that it wasn't right in their faces, but exploring was... worthwhile at least.
Prid admittedly wasn't against doing anything that involved looking further. He loved visiting new places... even if they were dangerous.
One would say he even sought danger out.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 29, 2019 18:30:16 GMT -6
Zenith
Serora l Savior
"And as the world comes to an end, I'll be here to hold your hand"
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Zenith looks around as the others speak, absolutely dreading the idea of having to take to the air once more. Still a stranger in a strange land, they felt like trusting the equine who had been here before was likely more accurate than second guessing them. Though honestly anything that would keep them out of the sky and the ridiculously hot wind sounded like a decent plan. Standing on unsteady legs, they wandered a bit from the group, hugging the cliffside to avoid as much of the hostility of the desert sun as possible. Still walking among the ancient cliffs looking for some unknown place that was so meaningful to the strangers they walked among was... strange. Almost a bit awkward. They understood the excitement and eagerness of those they traveled with, and the necessity of having someone who could assist in a medical emergency with the group...but they couldn't help but feel a sort of disconnect with the mission and those they traveled with. Even so, Zenith imagined a large part of that could be their hesitancy to reach out and connect with anyone after their experiences and losses in Aquore and the disappearance of their lover during the ward. Caught up in their own thoughts as they continued limping along in the sand, they began searching for some sign that the ancient Serorans had been here. Whispering a prayer to Argus, they continued, reaching out with their sixth sense in an attempt to keep tabs on their companions while they strayed from the group, using it as a safety net should they lose sight of them, and a way to keep in sync with the group should anyone else find something. Zen picked choice 1
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Post by Svantanon on Jul 29, 2019 23:56:00 GMT -6
Syel threw a dismayed look at Tamaras, snorting disapprovingly at his insistence to head back up already. Zenith was nearly about to drop from the sky! But as much as she disliked the hybrid’s tone, the young fury had to grudgingly admit that he was… not wrong. As important as the rest was, staying here for too long could be deadly for them in its own way. The sun would only steal whatever sweat their coats had left to offer. And their water supply wasn’t exactly infinite…
She gave her right wing a long and careful stretch, grooming the worst bits of sand out of her feathers before doing the same with her left. She wasn’t that tired, not yet at least, but the respite did give her a good opportunity to make sure everything was still… well, in place. She did have a bad habit of only noticing damage after the fact, and while they hadn’t gotten into any spats (yet) there had been a few currents and gusts that had yanked her around on the way here. Thankfully, her most precious assets seemed to be in good condition. So were her legs, which had felt so, so good to stretch after hugging them to her chest for so long. With a quick gulp from her own canteen the Pegasus was ready to resume being useful.
I’m going to look around, from above! she signed at Predwin before taking off into the air once more. Perhaps if she circled around the immediate area, something would stand out…
(Syel has taken Option 3!)
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jul 30, 2019 22:46:03 GMT -6
Torbek | Fury | [ post #4 || word count:305 ] |
“You are here for a reason. Just like the rest of us and we aren’t leaving you behind.” Torbek replied to Zenith in a voice that suggested no negotiation on the matter. The Fury’s ears flicked back as Tamaras seemed irritated by the stop and urged the group on. The ruins have waited centuries I think they can wait a bit longer, were the words that leaped to Torbek’s tongue. But he bit them back. The last thing they needed was rivalry on this mission. As the group took off again Torbek continued to scan the landscape below for what they were looking for, though he occasionally checked in on Zenith to make sure the other pegasus was keeping up alright.
After a surprisingly short while, the hybrid brought the group down. Where they here? The white Fury looked around, aside from the rising cliff that they were now sheltered by, there didn’t seem to be any signs of previous habitants. “Are you sure this is it?” He asked adding his voice to the general query of the others. He watched as Syel spread her wings to search out the cliffs above and as Zenith headed along the base of the cliff.
With a sigh, Torbek moved out into the wind to search the sands around the cliff. If something had been here it could have been buried under the sand. The ground below him shifted under his hooves and the Fury slid rather ungracefully down a particularly steep face of a sand dune. This drew another long sigh from him. He could feel the sand ingrained in his coat and feathers, feel it rasp in his throat. Head down against the wind he continued across the windswept sand keeping an ear cocked in the direction of the others should one of them find something.
(Torbek has chosen option 2!)
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jul 31, 2019 14:57:38 GMT -6
The stallion nodded at Syel before pushing himself off of the ground alongside her, feeling it wise that more than one of them would stay up in the air. It was harder lifting off of the ground than it had been landing though, as the winds had picked up a little since he had landed. With a great huff, he kicked off of the ground, sending sand flying beneath him before he was in the air once more.
Oops. He thought to himself, feeling bad for any of the horses that had been below that may have accidentally caught any of the sand particles he had shaken off. With a curious eye, he moved about, checking to see if there was anything in the barren landscape that could look even slightly like a training ground.
For a few moments, he couldn't help but muse to himself how interesting it would be if the place was in reality further up. A temple for training in the clouds, made by Alya herself would be quite the sight, even if it was a little far-fetched. Okay, really far-fetched. There weren't any clouds here that could be used like that... besides, how could one even land on clouds? Alya knew Predwin had tried in his younger years to do just that when they came.
Clouds, unfortunately, weren't solid.
"I'm going higher!" He called to his companion, pushing himself further up to see if there was anything that might've caught his eye. They had to be in the right spot... right?
Predwin has Chosen Options 3!
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 4, 2019 15:13:40 GMT -6
Your party scatters to explore. The terrain itself is not challenging – but the weather and heat are. It’s hard to imagine anything ever lived here, just like it is hard to imagine Sear as anything else than a cruel trick of Ignacio’s making.
Zenith stays on the ground, limping along the cliffside. The cliff shields her from the worst of the wind and heat – the shadow rests on you and provides some semblance of protection from the merciless fire orb – but it is still not an easy walk.
But she is in luck! Only a hundred yards from where she started, there is an unmistakable entrance in the side of the cliff. It’s partially caved in, with some medium sized rocks covering enough of the entrance to bar entry, but through the gaps you can see that there is a room on the other side. Just enough light gets in for you to make out the shapes of shelves carved in stone.
Torbek moves away from the protection of the cliff. The sand and wind whip at him as he goes. It is truly unpleasant, and some gusts are almost enough to knock even an experienced Fury on their butt. Still, you walk on, feeling the sand underneath as you move further and further away.
What is this?
You feel something that is not sand beneath your feet. A few steps here and there help you determine the size of the area, and it seems large. It doesn’t feel like a natural rock either, too smooth underneath the sand.
And is that a worn down pillar there, just to your left? It looked like a rock from afar, but now, up close, you can see that it is not – it’s marble.
Something must be here, right beneath the sand.
Syel and Predwin take to the skies, and their keen eyes survey the surroundings with newfound vigor. From high up, the Sear seems just as desolate as it is from the ground, but four eyes are far better than two. Riding the winds, careful not to let yourselves be grasped by them, you circle, and you dive, and you seek.
Then, you see it.
There is a platform high in the side of the cliff – a small one, worn away by time and wind and sand. The shadows on the cliff make it hard to see, so you keep your eyes peeled as you approach it.
The platform is connected to a cave. It is not caved in, but it is dark, and the platform in front of the cave is barely enough for one pegasus to stand on. To investigate, you’d need a light source, and it might be better to bring what you find outside to the light.
In the distance, something rumbles.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2019 17:20:54 GMT -6
Aras assured them that it is the right spot. He knew it, even though it hurt his soul to see this place so… desolate. He had thought it would feel like coming home, but here, forgotten in sand, had been his life. For once, Tam was very quiet within their shared head. Aras landed with a thud, watching quietly. This could have been any cliffside now, but it wasn’t. Yes, he had fought in the war for years but never had he thought he wouldn’t return here.
It should have felt triumphant. It didn’t.
The heat did not bother him as much as the others, but he was still sweating profusely, his chimeric coat looking even wilder with streaks and foam lathering the skin.
He looked up, and then did a quick search, kicking around the sand until he found what he supposed was a long lost torch. Sand had polished it so much it wasn’t much more than a twig anymore, but it would do.
The flames around their hooves, and the wood set on fire with a crackle, acting as a makeshift torch. He was careful not to put out the flame as he made his way up to Syel and Predwin, offering to hold the torch high as he gingerly landed on the platform. Even he wasn’t sure what they’d find after all this time, but he still boldly stepped in.
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 7, 2019 1:54:48 GMT -6
Zenith
Serora l Savior
"And as the world comes to an end, I'll be here to hold your hand"
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As Zenith made their way along the cliff side, it didn't take too long for them to spot something unusual not far in the distance. Limping along quickly, they managed to make it to what seemed to be a large entrance in the cliff side.... that had been completely blocked by some large stones and rubble. Whinnying loudly to get the attention of the others, they slowly and meticulously began to move the rocks away from the entry. "I think I may have found something! It looks like a kind of doorway with something like a room inside!" They shouted, stumbling slightly as they managed to push a rather large stone from the top. "I don't know if I can get to it alone though, there seems to be an awful lot of rubble here..." They called, trailing off slightly and hoping someone would hear them and decide to offer some aid. Rearing up on their hind legs, they pawed at the pile sharply with their fore hooves, spreading their wings for balance as they knocked a bit more of the blockade loose.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Aug 7, 2019 2:14:38 GMT -6
Bermuda | Fury
Bermuda's first instinct was to beat her wings, take to the skies and follow after Syel and Predwin. She actually was in the process of unfurling her wings to launch herself skyward when she heard Zenith whinnying. Tamaras had already followed behind the other two furies, and Torbek was further away, checking the sands. Shrugging to herself, she trotted through the sand, thankful at least for the shade that the cliff provided.
The closer she got, Bermuda saw several rocks blocking an ancient entrance, but it definitely was an entrance. Excitement flooded through her as Zenith managed to unlodge a few rocks. They were gonna find something from their ancestors for sure!
While Zenith was striking the stones, Bermuda lifted herself up with her wings, hovering above the rock pile. Squinting through the cracks, she tried to spy the bowels of this cave, to no avail. With a shrug of her shoulders, Bermuda landed on the top of the boulder pile, and began kicking the smaller rocks off the pile, away from Zenith. Afterall, she really didn't want to accidently hit the Savior.
The smaller rocks tumbled away, between her and Zenith's combined efforts, and she flashed a bright smile at them. At this rate, they'd be sure to get into this room in no time thanks to their teamwork.
"We totally got this! What do you think is in there? I'm hoping for some cool weapons, maybe something that shoots arrows or something really cool! Wouldn't that be cool? Cas- that's my sister!- would totally be so jealous if I got a cool weapon. So would En probably!" Between the shade and the excitement, Bermuda's energy was slowly beginning to replenish, which meant she was swiftly becoming a chatterbox again. The heat couldn't keep her down for long.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2019 5:58:11 GMT -6
Even with his makeshift torch, the cave mostly revealed shapes, shadows dancing on the walls as the live flame on the torch moved. Aras was a little worried he’d set something on fire by accident, so dry was the air inside. It smelled of dust and sand. He tasted it, too, and numbly wondered how many weeks he would feel the gritty texture between his teeth.
For a moment he stopped, alone in the dark with just the flame and memories. It had almost been merciful to not remember. He felt his chest clench and it had nothing to do with the dark cave, as much as he would have wanted to explain it off just like that.
Now was not the time to feel… To feel. Jibriel counted on him, and it mattered. Mattered more than anything. He drew a shaky breath before moving again.
His teke gasped what time had not reduced to dust – even though he couldn’t quite make out in the dark what it was. He’d been in such a hurry to get here, but now he wanted out. He had to focus to keep his head centered enough for Tam not to feel that it was a good idea to grasp the wheel.
As he backed out of the cave he told Syel and Predwin, willing his voice to carry: “There isn’t more there, I’ve got this. Maybe you should go see about helping the others.”
He needed a second to breathe and wished the furies would heed his words.
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Post by JourneyHorse on Aug 7, 2019 16:41:57 GMT -6
Torbek | Fury | [ post #5 || word count: 287 ] |
The sand shifted endlessly under his hooves as he walked across its surface. Its movement and heat gave off the illusion of some restless creatures writhing just below the sand. Despite the heat a shiver ran down his spine at the unsettling thought. It was quite a jolt when one of Torbek’s hooves sank into the sand and landed on something firm and unyielding. “Huh?” He made a sound of curiosity as he stepped fully onto a smooth solid surface buried below. He glanced around, there was nothing nearby, just some rocks jutting out of the sand and the cliff whose details where hazy thanks to all the blowing sand particles. Wait a second. His blue eyes shifted back to the rocks. That one there! It was too cylindrical to be natural. Torbek’s eyes widened in realization. Sure it was badly weathered but it was a broken stone column for sure. Excitement swelled in his chest. Had they actually found it?
“Hey guys I think I found something!” He called out to the others unsure of whether the wind would even allow his words to carry to them. What he was sure of was that he wasn’t opening his mouth out here again because he’d just gotten a mouthful of sand. Gritting his teeth and pursing his lips he began to paw at the piled sand about him in an attempt to remove it from whatever structure was below him. Here the wind actually helped a bit, carrying some of the sand away that he kicked up. As the Fury dug his hooves would occasionally strike the hard surface. Whatever was below was equine made for sure. It was too smooth and even to be a rock.
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