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Post by Queerly on Jul 5, 2019 12:09:58 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Aodh Plot 802: The Truth of Things Team Leader: Iscah Participants: Aleksei, Juliet, Scarlet, Albertine, Thaio, Bale, Ember (NPC) Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: Three months ago, the unpleasant revelation that the kirins -- Aodh's ancestral predecessors, and no minor players in Aodhian worship -- were solely responsible for the God's War, a global campaign of genocide that long ago swept across Hireath like a burning plague. The effects of that deadly crusade have survived into modern day, a black and bloodied stain on each kingdom both allied and hostile. With your herd fractured by infighting and enemies at every angle, it was decided that this information would remain a secret guarded by the nobility, to preserve the fragile legacy that binds your people together. But you still have questions, so many questions, and the only one who seems to have answers is the King's Adviser, Emin Ember. You have summoned her for questioning, and gather in the Oralee Sanctum to await her attendance. Time of Day: Morning Weather: you're fucking inside my dude Location: New Valore, Hearthstone Palace, Oralee Sanctum You do not need to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by foalish on Jul 5, 2019 18:04:44 GMT -6
Iscah
Still, even three months later, the news the tomes had shared - that had been brought to the nobles - was heavy. She didn’t know what to think, even after all this time. Perhaps it’s because she didn’t want to accept it, perhaps it was because she just had so many things going on in her own life, that the herd’s history felt like something of another world. But even now, the news did make sense in some regards, even if she didn’t know how she exactly felt about it.
But there was so much left untold, so much they didn’t know. They’d come to a conclusion for the herd’s safety, but little answers had ever been shared, little uncovered. No one seemed to have answers that they needed - for so many reasons. It may not have been something she sought after in her spare time, but there were still moments of curiosity when she was given a moment to think about it all and happened. So much didn’t make sense, even if so much did.
So when her and more of her station were called, when Emin Ember was summoned to answer questions, she was more than eager to attend. She may not have been in love with politics, but there was no denying her intrigue, even her impatience, as Iscah stood in place, watching others gather around her. Her gaze trained, waiting for the Advisors to join.
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 6, 2019 13:31:20 GMT -6
scarlet emin She had been a member of the original council to agree that the contents of the book found must be kept a secret until more was known, but in reality, Scarlet was useless to the conversation then, and would remain so. In no fault to the others. Could they really expect much of an Emin well regarded as kind, but not all-together cunning. She'd never been interested in the prim, in the proper, in the ways of the court. But by god did she love the debauchery that came with her rank. And the wine. So graciously supplied at all meetings of this sort. Her eyes fall first on Iscah, Lilith's eldest, and she nods in acknowledgment. Others in the room were familiar to her. She smiles at Juliet, dipping her head in greeting, and gives passing nods to the remainder that sit awaiting the advisors. "They like to keep us waiting, don't they. It helps with the theatrics," she jokes, eyes sparkling with pleasant mirth. Yes, the contents of the scroll were alarming, and she would quiet down and allow for seriousness once the meeting actually began, but there was no reason to act as if they were at a funeral.
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 6, 2019 13:44:35 GMT -6
albertine chevalier captain — harbinger Albertine had not been a part of the initial meeting regarding the recovered information. They had not been familiar with the contents until sidling up the Emin Scarlet, a women with whom they were familiar with from their patrols near the Crucible. "What is it that was discussed prior?" They had asked. And the Emin had told them. Explained that the scroll contained a less than satisfactory account of the God's War. That kirins had instigated the madness that had caused such great destruction abroad. That Ignacio had led them on their rampage unprovoked. And this information, while it surprises Albertine, it fits into their narrative. If Aodh is so poisoned even today, what must it have been like back then? Surely, it couldn't have been so different. And while they had mulled on that thought, Scarlet had dropped another curious remark. Emin Ember had been the one to tell them to accept the contents of the scroll as fact. How curious. Albertine straightened up now in their place, their body seemingly too bulky for the type of setting they stood in. They allowed a small snort of agreement to escape them with Emin Scarlet's words, but then turned their attention elsewhere. The nobles that had gathered weren't strangers per se, but Albertine had never actively pursued connections with any of them. "Hopefully, they will not keep us long. I'm curious of what's to be said."There was a reason the previous council had chosen to keep the contents of the scroll before them secret. How revolutionary it would be for information like that to get out. It would drive a wedge through the herd. It would separate them into heretics and believers. It would destabilize their entire foundation. How curious.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 8, 2019 15:06:01 GMT -6
J U L I E T Female | Eminent Marisol Cygnus | Aodhian
Here she stood, dressed up in her new attire once again, hair perfectly combed and tossled in the typical fashion she usually had it. But today and the days before the mare had seemed to glow. life swelled within her and her sides hung heavy with the extra weight. It would be soon that her dreams would finally come true. She was going to be a mother. Stepped had becoming unknowingly heavier then she anticipated and the mare wasn't used to the new mass upon her sides. Yet, she still walked with grace and moved up to Scarlets side, a sense of security there and smiled back to the older, wiser creature. Scarlet had been nothing but the perfect friend in all this, and Juliet hoped that would not change as time passed.
A gentle nod was given to Iscah and Albertine, a little confused as to why the chevalier was there, but the more security the better right? With a small breath Juliet tried to get comfortable on her hooves and lifted her head. "Waiting seemed to be what we do best." She joked softly, her eyes kinder then what most would remember currently.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jul 8, 2019 17:32:22 GMT -6
Thaio | Noble
Thaio entered the court. His head high. A smug smirk lined his lips. This was a day he had been waiting for. The stallion carried a cane by his side. It wasn’t to help him walk. More for show. White marble seemed to be the base material of the stick. Gold accents decorated and adorned the shaft. A carved, white marble lion head sat atop the handle. The stallion stepped elegantly across the Sanctum floor, making his way across to the others. He gave his sister a respectful bow of his head, Ignoring the chevalier completely. He moved on to Emin Juliet and Scarlet. He bowed just as deeply. Approaching the more light coloured mare. “May I take this moment to congratulate you Emin Juliet” His face softened but a daring look still lined his eyes. “You’re glowing in Ignacio’s light. You must be so excited.” His voice relaxed and toned down. His ears pricked forward in interest. Asking small talk to pass the little amount of time they had to wait. “Have you and Caspian thought of any names so far?”
It was hard to tell if he was generally interested or not, he was good at hiding his intentions. Once his conversation had ended with the two Emin’s he took a space. The stallion looked around. An accomplished smirk relined his face seeing bottles of Soleil wine for the choice of beverage on hoof. Post 1 | Word Count: 240 |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2019 18:45:13 GMT -6
It felt right to uncover the past in the very Sanctum that revered the kirins and ancient lore. Yes, Bale might have… displaced some depictions of King Soleil to less noticeable spots, but the statue of Ignacio was kept spotlessly clean.
He still remembered how this very Sanctum had warped into the Starscape in front of his eyes as he had conversed with the god. It did not matter to him if ancient times would paint Ignacio as the villain; he knew the god of his fatherly love. Was redemption not one of his virtues? A point Bale loved to bring up in his sermons these days.
Apart from discussions with his fellow Flamen and mentor Ulysses and his love Milan, he’d kept his mouth shut. Simultaneously he had worked tirelessly to shine His light into the world, to be an unwavering source of solace during dark and uncertain times.
While Bale wasn’t particularly fond of politics, it still made him proud for them to have gathered in his Sanctum. He waited near the front of the room, orbs of light lazily moving around him, dimming and sparking into existence again. Lux, his relic, was proudly in his stand. He acknowledged the participants with simple nods as they entered.
Bale wasn’t certain what to expect from Adviser Ember; so many things had been left unanswered last time. A part of him wondered if ancient things should be left in the past, but he could not deny the thirst and anticipation for knowledge – as little as he thought it would change his opinion.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 10, 2019 3:50:31 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
He would much rather have been outside the city, personally appearing before the amassed refugees, but duty called. Oh, did it call, and it was at times like these Aleksei both regretted and truly appreciated the life of an Adviser.
He had not been there for the initial discussions, but it had not been difficult to grasp the gist of it. Ancient secrets and all that. And Ember of all people had decided to confirm them to be true, so here they were, entering the Oralee Sanctum together.
Aleksei eyed the older Adviser with curious, searching eyes. Trying to figure out what her angle was, and if she was expecting him to provide support for that angle. He knew perfectly well that had Ember not wanted to be here, she wouldn’t be – it was not as if this assortment of nobles would have had the power to summon her here if she decided otherwise.
He didn’t really care for the secrets either way; other things held his interest far more, and he had already seen how unpleasant the kirins could be; but he wanted this to go well. A part of Aleksei would revel in increased instability to exploit, but too much was too much, and they would have to be united enough to repel the kirin invasion that surely was coming, or there would be no throne to usurp.
Stepping into the Sanctum, he took note of those in attendance. Many familiar faces were present. He nodded his head towards his cousins, Iscah and Thaio – deeper at Iscah, who was the oldest - and gave Scarlet a courteous smile. His blue eyes momentarily met those of the kirin Flamine before he nodded his head at them as well.
“Shall we begin?” he asked with a smile, flanking Ember.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 21, 2019 15:48:35 GMT -6
Ember
Ember, standing beside Aleksei, does not smile. She seems tired, grimly so, as if frayed around the edges. Impeccably dressed and groomed, yet simultaneously worn. It is as if she carries some great burden, some unspeakable worry even beyond that of her fellow Advisers.
Yet she is here. She has answered the summons, and as tired as she is, you don’t see any indication of weakness.
Ember of House Gamliel is as she has always been, a presence unto herself.
Her blue eyes travel the length of the Sanctum. None are above or below her gaze – the Eminents, the Chevalier and the Flamen alike receive her grim, expectant look.
“I imagine you have many questions”, she says, stepping further in to stand in the center.
“I am here. Ask what you must”, Ember’s voice, tired yet strong, carries over those gathered.
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 21, 2019 16:03:31 GMT -6
scarlet emin It's best to get this show on the road. She watches Ember and Aleksei enter the room and returns Aleksei's smile with a glimmering one of her own. She's glad to see him again. "When we were first shown the account, you confirmed its legitimacy," She rolls her words in her mouth, "how do you know?" It is possible there is another account—Ember seems well-read in her own right—and, for all that Ember is, Scarlet would never take her to be a blasphemer. "And, if the account is true, how then, do you suppose, we remedy our wrongs?" She continues, cocking her head curiously. "Assuming we wish to right them." Perhaps months ago, she'd have thought that what the people don't know couldn't hurt them, but after the escape of one of her prized fighting slaves and the rising tension in the capital, perhaps... it is time to take direct action. Regardless of what is chosen, Scarlet will wash her hands of guilt, she is almost sure of it. Absolve herself from the problem and continue to live ignorantly. Allow better horses than she to solve the conflict while she, herself, rides out the wave.
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 21, 2019 16:09:45 GMT -6
albertine chevalier captain — harbinger It takes all of one questioning, superior glance for Albertine to raise her head haughtily. No, chevaliers do not typically sit on a court, nor do they typically share their opinions. Whether she had been sent here to act as a silent 'other'—to watch and listen, but ultimately stand guard—she doesn't fully know nor care. She is here, and she is unapologetically present and she would speak, even if she was only shadowing Scarlet for the moment. She arches a brow when Thaio ignores her, but beyond a challenging glance, she turns her attention elsewhere. The other members of the court are interesting, all of them somewhat famous in their own right. Then, the advisors enter, and subsequently, Scarlet lets ring the first question for Ember. Albertine remains silent, watches and waits for the advisor's response. Scarlet continues to speak, and Albertine flicks her ear, mumbling under her breath that surely, they do mean to right their wrongs. It would be a gross abuse of power not to.
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Post by foalish on Jul 21, 2019 20:43:35 GMT -6
Iscah
Iscah watched horses settled after her; some coming in, others mentioning and exchanging pleasantries she didn’t care to partake in at the moment. There were always parties and other gatherings for such things; yet she still heard someone congratulate Juliet over expecting. She couldn’t help but give a glance to her, before turning her gaze back to the entrance of the room, expectantly. She unadmittedly hated politics, but that fact wasn’t something she cared about at the moment. Although this was her first gathering with her blessing - telepathy - so perhaps it would make things interesting.
She let her breath go when Aleksei walked in, and Ember a second later. She dipped her head and let out a soft greeting that wasn’t quite important.
Her eyes trailed over Ember, longer than it did the other Noble, nothing her appearance. How she seemed tired; like it was a strain to be here. Yet it doesn’t stop her; as she prompts the start of a discussion.
Iscah held her tongue for a second too long, trying to find the right ways to voice her questions. But Scarlet spoke up before she got any chance. So she let her gaze rest on the other Noble, ear flicking absently as she listened to her talk. She nodded subtly at the questions she posed - most of what she would have started with, herself.
When Scarlet finished, she turned back to Ember, ”and also - on top of that, is there any way it can help with the current situation?” She wasn’t sure how to exactly phrase what she meant - but it sounded like, if the tome was true, history was repeating itself. Perhaps there was a reason these things were coming up now.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 24, 2019 14:01:24 GMT -6
J U L I E T Female | Eminent Marisol Cygnus | Aodhian
As Thaio entered, the Mare was ready to politely acknowledge the other until he seemed to come right up to her and Bowed. Brimming with pride, the mare also bowed back and smiled brightly. "Oh my gosh, thank you Emin Thaio! Aren't you just the sweetest thing for taking notice. Yes,I am more then excited. Emin Scarlet and your mother are helping me out a bunch with the ups and downs of carrying a little one." She blushed a bit, loving the fact that someone was causing her 'feathers' to fluff up. "No names yet, we've discussed a few but it really won't be set in stone until the little one is out. Though... I did hear a whisper from the midwife that it could be twins!" Her face brightened and more and the mare only seemed to quiet as Aleksi and Ember stepped into the room.
Almost instantly, Juliet took note of how exhausted the mare seemed to be. Aleksi always looked fine, and why was he smiling? This was a... serious situation. Waiting for the room to quiet down, Juliet lifted her head, blonde mane tumbling along her neck and face. Concern laced her mouth while her eyes took on a sad and confused hint. "As an aside... If this account is true, how... Are we supposed to go forward with our bond, our relationship with Ignacio? If... If this is something you've known, why wasn't it shared with us from the beginning? Why were we not informed of such... Atrocities? Now we have an army of Kirin's threatening everything we've built and we don't even know how to really combat this..." She swallowed hard, trying not to feel uneasy. She was about to bring new souls into the world and their world might be turned upside down from this...
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 25, 2019 15:04:29 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Aleksei looked at Ember as she stepped up to be the center of attention. He wasn’t sure how to best place himself in this situation – whether to stay by her side, ready to react to her words as needed, or if he should perhaps rather join the others in the circle, even if he had no need to ask these questions of Ember.
The kirin situation was curious to him too, of course it was. He wished to know why they were so angry, why they sought such utter destruction.
But the kirins would have to answer for their own actions in time, and as for the legitimacy of Ember’s claims… Well, Aleksei had little question. The actions of the kirin were proof enough and what some ancient tome said about it wouldn’t make them any more or less their enemies. If the kirins were their ancestors, they were clearly quite unhappy with their progeny, and in Aleksei’s opinion, enemies were enemies.
Aleksei decided to stand by Ember’s side. Not that she needed his support, but still… To join the other nobles felt less right.
“Would any have believed a word about the kirins being the aggressors of the war, had there not been such a document?”, Aleksei asked, raising an eyebrow: “I know I wouldn’t have.”
Of course it was a question all on it’s own how such a story had been crafted to begin with, for Ember’s account of events had to be true. What or who had made it so that time twisted the truth?
But no, no one would have believed the story without some outside document. No one in this room, and probably none of those who had stood here ten years ago.
“I don’t suppose the kirins care what we believe. The other herds might, however”, he added. Yes, perhaps some of the herds they were on less than friendly terms with would be willing to offer assistance if Aodh no longer exalted the virtues of the kirins.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jul 25, 2019 18:43:52 GMT -6
Thaio || Noble Thaio sat back as the Advisors entered. Thaio bowed his head again lightly at the two. Daring eyes yawned up at Ember. He didn’t care too much to take in the mare's appearance. Only squinting an eye in half-suspicion. While the others spoke his eyes seemed to be half shut, looking at the ground. He rolled something small in between his golden teke. A crystal shard perhaps. Seeming like he wasn’t at all interested. A few sighs and mutters to himself left his mouth as the other’s projected their questions at the Advisor. Only finally looking up as Aleksei spoke. The black unicorn half bit his lip before speaking. “If you asked me that just seven months ago, I would have said no. But seeing what has happened since then, I speak for myself when I say I believe they may have had a hoof in starting the war.” A scowl formed across the stallions brow. All the while still rolling the shard in his glistening teke. As if still thinking. Perhaps trying to work the right phrasing for his questions in his head. “Is it a possibility the writings are exaggerated tales from another herds standpoint? Seroran or Breimian accounts perhaps?”
Thaio lightly licked his lips. “I do not discredit these writings as being… fake. But I neither want to believe what is written within. I don’t believe this will change the herd's views or beliefs over The Smoldering Sun. Theses are old writings after all. The past, something that cannot be changed. If they are so true.
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Thaio took a breath. He spewed out a lot of words to get his point across. The stallion pondered a little as questions filled his head. He was finding it hard to choose one. “Does it say how they stopped them before? The Kirins I mean.”
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 3, 2019 17:48:33 GMT -6
Ember
Ember’s deep, blue eyes turn to Scarlet, who is the first to speak. A fondness passes through her expression; a memory barely tethered to time. She has to focus to take in the words – she is so very tired – but listen she does.
She ponders, opens her mouth, but then closes it again. Not yet speaking, she lets her eyes pass over each of the speakers in turn. As she looks at Iscah, she remembers Lilith, and Solaris, and Remiel – all of those who had come before. A long, ancient line, a line at the center of the great lie.
Fair Juliet speaksnext. She is afraid, Ember realizes. They are all afraid.
And indeed, why? Why not share it?
Thaio is the last to speak. She remembers soft whimpers and tears of a child. Another leaf of an ancient tree, yet so different from his sister.
She is silent for a moment longer. Considers, considers the weight of questions. The lies to be spun, the illusions to be cast.
No more, she decides.
They deserve the truth.
“I know”, she says steadily, her eyes on Scarlet: “For I was there. I have always been there. I stood before you when you witnessed the dawn of a new age.”
Almost without blinking, her blue eyes, so terribly blue, move to Iscah.
“The future is not my domain. I can not promise this will aid you”, Ember goes on, her eyes now already on Juliet: “A God can not help but love their mortals. A God will give them the world, the warmth of the sun and the fire in their veins; a love eternal. So it is with you as it was with the kirins.”
“It is no lie. It is no exaggeration. If it was within my power, you would never know another moment of heartache; but it is not”, Ember now says to Thaio, before, finally she looks at the golden kirin among them.
Her blues eyes, blue like fire, lock onto his.
“But you are mine, and I am yours”, her voice shifts. Her eyes reflect the stars.
YOU ARE AN EMBER BROUGHT TO A ROAR
The edges of her frayed, tired being peel away. Her eyes, a smoldering blue fire, slitted pupil and deep azure. She moves, and it is as if she is a painting, leaking oil onto the canvas of the world.
Flesh and skin curl away, stardust long before they hit the floor. It is as if she burns; no, as if she is fire.
Ignacio steps up towards the gathered party, his cloven hooves soundless against marble floors. Gone is the mortal façade; gone is the pretense of not intervening.
Ignacio takes a moment to anchor himself to now, and then to where. He lifts his azure eyes to survey the crowd.
I HAVE MISSED YOU
He says, his voice soft even as it vibrates through your very being.
And he has. He has missed you, walking among you.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2019 17:48:52 GMT -6
Bale simply watched Ember and Aleksei enter with a dip of his head. He had met Ember on multiple, not insignificant accounts, and there was just something about her to make even the warrior within Bale bow his head in reverence. He had gazed at those now tired eyes many times; when he’d been freed of slavery, as he applied to become a Flamen and lately, when he had bothered the Adviser in a quest to find out if Aodhians really didn’t need permission to have children. Milan had been upset, and he had felt a bit foolish afterwards, sure, but never had Ember made fun of him.
So now he waited, questions pouring out. One could almost taste the doubt and worry in the air, and the sparkles circling his person grew brighter in response. He didn’t have questions to add, so he simply waited, his golden gaze flicking between equines.
And as soon as Ember started to speak, something within him stirred. The chosen words felt like they were almost triggering a memory, like words at the tip of one’s tongue but unable to be remembered - his brow furrowed as he struggled to understand why.
When his gaze finally locks with Ember’s unbelievably blue eyes, a soft gasp escapes his lips. Those words he knows by heart.
His eyes widen as Ember’s form changes – it is surprising yet familiar; he knows immediately what is happening. He has seen Ignacio emerge many times before, and almost waits for the familiar tug of being pulled into the Starscape.
But it doesn’t come, his hooves are on solid floor and Ignacio stands in front of them in the very room. The shine on Bale’s scales and skin brightens without him even noticing, illuminating the room around him. On his stand, Lux shines in unity.
“Father?” Bale breathes and steps forward without further consideration, his face lit by almost childlike glee partnered with deep reverence. For in his heart he has fully accepted the god’s words; he is Ignacio’s, and Ignacio is his. All of theirs.
He does not bow – there is no need for it, he knows by now. Instead he smiles fondly up at the god.
“We have missed you too”, his words are steady, even if his heart beats fast.
He knows he should have so many questions, but it feels momentarily so very unimportant. Ignacio’s presence makes his soul feel light for the first time in months.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 3, 2019 18:04:39 GMT -6
J U L I E T Female | Eminent Marisol Cygnus | Aodhian
Embers voice seems so tired. So exhausted and so worn thin. Like the waves licking over a stone, wearing it smooth and small with time. Her eyes lift, meeting eyes she had never seen so blue before. Had Embers eyes always been that blue? Feeling the words lick over her ears, its almost as if she has heard this voice before. The light within her breast seemed to warm and her head lifts, watching.
YOU ARE AN EMBER BROUGHT TO A ROAR
The voice resonates in her very soul, watching with wide eyes as the starscape bleeds out before them. It's almost a dream, but Juliet knows this is no dream. Tears start to pool in her eyes, dripping down her cheeks and a hoof raises before it steps forward. Bewilderment and astonishment coat her, covering her in a sense of calm and warmth she has not felt in all her life. Before her, in the flesh, stands their god.
Her God.
More tears fall and she shakes her head once to try to stop them, but it is frivolous, like all her other endeavors before this. "You are... Really here..." She whispers, feeling the voice again grip through her body and hug her very soul. There is no reason to speak their name, no reason to question their existence. Even if this was some sort of dream, the way they had stepped into their rhealm spoke leagues about the reality. Nothing in her mind and imagination could have brought this forward.
"Why... Have you come now?" She asks softly, almost afraid that she might upset them.
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Post by foalish on Aug 3, 2019 23:18:00 GMT -6
Iscah
It was the way they spoke, the way they looked at them, that made a shiver run through Iscah’s spine. Something about Ember was...strange. And she could not place it, it was just...there.
She spoke like she knew more than what she was saying - like - well, Iscah really couldn’t place it. It made no sense, as she stared into the Advisor’s eyes.
The way their voice changed - it made her shudder, blinking back surprise. And a second later - the horse seemed to shift.
It took a second for Iscah to realize what she was staring at. And then he jaw dropped. She was suddenly dipping her head, to a god she didn’t pray to.
It could be none other than than him. Who all of Aodh loved or revered, or anything in between. Ignacio, standing before them, speaking of his own truth to the council.
The unicorn barely registered the voices around her, speaking things, she found herself wanting to ask, but did not have the voice to. At least when it came to Juliet. Iscah gave the Em a side glance, before she had her gaze pulled back to the god.
She may not have cared for the gods, for prayer and worship. But it was hard not to be entranced by one standing in front of you; belief or not.
”What can we do?” She asked, perhaps in vain. But it was hard to at least not say something - be it foolish or not.
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 4, 2019 8:13:46 GMT -6
scarlet emin Oh. Innately, Scarlet understands that there is something different about Ember this time. Nothing that really raises eyebrows, but it does catch her attention when the advisor begins to speak. She does not expect much. Perhaps a bit of cunning diplomacy. Perhaps a crafty explanation. She does not expect to see flesh stripped away, and forward to step her God. Her God whom she has known her entire life. The god whom she has sought for her blessings, for advices. Ignacio is as stunning as she has always remember. Ignacio is a ripple of power, of might, and yet, so gentle. They are familiar. This is history. This is exhaustion. The end of a long sleep. "Father," She echoes Bale. Then, she dips her head wholly, showing him a respect she's unused to. "It must be time for change, if you have come to us?" She says softly, greeting him as much as she does question him. "And it must be great for you to come to us... are you proud of us? Or saddened?" She says, almost without thinking. Her voice is barely above a murmur.
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 4, 2019 8:20:07 GMT -6
albertine chevalier captain — harbinger Flesh stripped down, a mortal form peeled away, exhaustion discarded in favor of raw power, hot flame, burning passion. This is Ignacio. And yet, the god's eyes pass over everyone in the room... everyone but her. It is like a slap in the face, watching the others addressed, cooly and coherently. She thinks her heart shatters, and yet, as quickly as it does, it hardens into stone. All this does is confirm to her that this god has turned his gaze away from her. Away from the people. He is blind to the real suffering. He is blind to her, someone without a powerful lineage or massive wealth. What God is Ignacio except a god for the wealthy? The Chevalier bristles at Scarlet's side. She watches awe overcome the faces of all those there, but she does not feel inclined to speak. Instead, her eyes blaze, her sadness, her ire, it radiates off of her body. This is not her god. Ignacio has chosen to look past her, never upon her. Just like that. Any lasting connection she has to him severs and her heart, like a fluttering moth, remembers the true flame of her passions: Digend, the one that will help her bring change.
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 4, 2019 15:43:10 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Aleksei gasped audibly as Ember begins to slip away and was replaced by something much grander than an Adviser. His surprise was genuine, but his reasons for being surprised, well, they didn’t match up with the rest of the group.
He admitted to feeling somewhat slighted by all this – he had come here with her, and been ready to support her on matters, but instead, this happened. Not even an acknowledgement of any kind, like most others had received.
Well, all but him and the Chevalier, who didn’t seem terribly pleased. Aleksei almost raised an eyebrow, almost asked, but thought against it. People were free to believe what they wished, as was he. Ignacio’s presence, as inspiring as it was, was nothing compared to the touch of his own chosen goddess, the goddess whose blessings he held close to his heart.
The reverence on the faces of others was clear for all to see, however. It was rare to see eminents in such a state of emotion, and he had to admit that he too felt it – felt the tangible pull of a god made flesh, the awe and inspiration it carried with it.
“Indeed. Why now?” Aleksei asked, sounding a touch irate, but mostly confused.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 4, 2019 19:47:42 GMT -6
Thaio || Noble
The stallion sat somberly waiting for his response. All the while his eyes remained on Ember. Now only noticing their behaviour. Their apparent sluggish appearance. If losing hold on a facade that has been stuck together with glue on a hot summer's day. He squinted, shifting his eyes. His first thought was that the Advisor was about to collapse with exhaustion. Though the stallion didn’t love the advisor like a mother or a friend. He did not wish her, at all ill intent.
Her words rolled over him. She talked in tongues almost. Deviation for her regular speech pattern. It was her voice, but not her words. Thaio knew Ember since his birth. He knew her, though perhaps not her motivation.
It was like the energy changed as her words to him became reality. A numbing and tingling sensation.
“you would never know another moment’s heartache”
His heart sank deeply. No one knew those words. No one knew the words Ignacio spoke to him that night. The exact words were spoken to him at his lowest point. A child, hurting.
Realization hit him before they said their next words. Leaving him ever-more speechless. Thaio felt his eyes beginning to water. Tearing up as the words had taken him back to that night. Pain resurfacing but also a calm that he had forgotten.
He watched as Embers eyes swirled from her deep blue to an enchanting starscape. Her voice almost deafening.
With those simple words, change burned away at the advisor's skin. Revealing Thaio’s suspicions. “Father” He echoed both Bale and Scarlet's word. But perhaps in a more relieved but childish tone. Almost like a father coming back after months of being away.
“Welcome home” The words beamed from the Unicorn. Soft yet confident. He bowed his head in a more deeply revering fashion. His eyes closed and even a raise of his right front leg. A ball of light formed next to Thaio. It slowly began to move around the stallion as he raised his head again.
He stood and watched the God as others spoke. Childlike eyes looked up to them. Thaio beaming with emotion onto the situation. The words that others spoke where carefully listened to. As was the god's responses. Iscah spoke up and Thaio couldn’t help but listen. His eyes followed over to her as if to see if she was serious.
He swallowed hard as if he hated what he was going to say or ask. “Light my path;” His face had changed again, that of worry and perhaps a little bit of fear. “Light our path” he changed his words slightly. “I hate to ask so much of you, but we are at a loss and our numbers are getting lower with the growing weeks.” He was referring to the Kirins. Almost all effort in stopping them had failed and what were they to do but sit and wait for them to come. ”I’m not asking you to stop the Kirin’s. I know they are your children just as much as we are.”
“But advise us” He was stern as if pushing all his selfishness away, worried not only for himself but for the city as well. For his family, his siblings, and friends and for her people. Chianti had opened his eyes partly to the city and her people. The children that sleep in doorways and back alleys.
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 7, 2019 12:30:04 GMT -6
IGNACIO
Ignacio smiles. It’s a tired smile, reminiscent of Ember’s, as if some single strand of the mortal façade still lingers. He soaks in your love, and it is all he ever wished for.
He must be careful. The mortal form was a barrier, a dampener. An anchor. Now abandoned, the god fights against the currents of time and illusions of place.
He was so much better at this, once upon a time.
His azure eyes give a curious glance to Albertine. A chevalier he has seen time and again in his disguise as Ember, but not a soul he has blessed.
He senses something different about her but cannot waste time. He must tell them what he came here to tell.
My children.
His voice vibrates with warmth, the heat and love of a star. A love so deep and terrible that it drove an entire people to genocide.
I have come because I am needed.
Because you need to know the truth.
He looks at Scarlet, and smiles.
I am always proud of you. Even when you make mistakes.
He then regards the whole crowd again, everyone in turn.
And we have made mistakes.
We have allowed ourselves to be enamored by a lie.
A lie your ancestors weaved, but that I, in my vanity, did not correct.
For how could I not look at you, and see my kirins?
How could I not soar with the same love as I had for them?
Ignacio moves in the room, almost pacing. His movements make no sound; not even the softest clack of a hoof or the swish of a mane.
He seems impossibly grand and terribly light at the same time.
I will tell you how my kirins fell.
I will tell you why they have returned.
And I will tell you where you truly came from.
He stops moving. Silent. Ink on a parchment, live fire perfectly immobile.
When my kirins first walked Hireath, I walked among them. I loved them terribly, fiercely. Like I love you. As they loved me.
But it is different, for a God, to walk among his people.
There was no distance. The pride I had in my heart soured our love.
It set Hireath on fire. An all-consuming love that could not accept anything that was not in our image.
Ignacio’s face is pained. Pained, and terribly old yet ageless. His azure eyes are sad and seem to sit deeper in his skull than ever before.
We marched on Breim, and burned it to the bone. Like wildfire we consumed everything in our path. Sedo, Aquore, Onea… It did not matter.
All would be remade in our image.
But then my sisters, so dear to me, united against me.
Alya and Kaia pushed us back.
A short silence. A memory so terrible, so filled with shame, sadness and pain that even a god trembles to recall it.
They united against us; Argus, Kaia and Alya.
They brought their might upon my people.
They brought down the very city of Valore.
And when I came back to myself, our poison bond severed, I saw naught but ash where my children had been.
The last words come slowly. He knows that these are the legends of other herds.
He knows his people know them, even if they reject the truth of it.
But they needed to hear it from him.
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Post by foalish on Aug 10, 2019 20:53:08 GMT -6
Iscah
As the god spoke, it was hard not to be consumed by their voice - everything about Ignacio was a deadly mix of grace, elegance, and intimidation. From the way they stood, to their height by the added antlers. And then their was their voice, ensnaring as a vine, slowly wrapped itself around her, demanding attention.
It was hard to not listen to his story, how he spoke, and think of anything but that in the moments.
But it was as he finished his story, confirming the tome - despite his tone and her awe - where any last drop of worship she had towards this god, faded, lit quickly like hay at the flame on a match. For despite the God’s obvious disparity and regrets, there was no room in her to worship his actions. Perhaps respect him as who he was, but nothing more. But that was her own concern.
She took a very hesitant step toward him, tilting her head, as she stared upwards at him. It took a few moments before she spoke. ”Why are they back - the Kirins? Especially the ones that march on your herd?” Her stomach shuddered internally - it felt...off; all of it. Did he want this? And If it took three gods to wipe out the Kirins before, what hope did they have?
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 11, 2019 4:45:03 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Aleksei, despite himself, listened with enraptured attention as the god recounted the story of his original people. He was not sure how to feel about it – it was an admission of guilt, if anything, although the way Ignacio spoke about it made him think that the god himself had lost control.
That something had gone, horrible, terribly wrong. He could not quite comprehend how; a mention of a poison bond and the god coming “to himself” sounded like some strange madness, but Ignacio did not seem eager to explain the mechanics of it further.
He had to admit that despite Ignacio’s clear guilt, he felt uneasy near the god. He was so powerful, and so magnificent, yet he did not feel like the god truly stood on their side. Something must have brought back the kirins, and Aleksei had a sneaking suspicion he would not like that part of the story any better than the first part.
His eyes traveled momentarily to the other nobles. His mouth felt dry.
He wondered how they would feel, the ones for whom Ignacio was truly the first god in their hearts.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 11, 2019 22:06:17 GMT -6
Thaio || Noble
Thaio’s eyes kept on Ignacio. The stallion noticing the god was worn. Perhaps even exhausted but from what haunted the unicorn. He watched with great intent. Beaming in the presence of his one true god. One that had coddled him into safety and security. Giving him a tool to move forward with. Gracing him with more than he knew. Thaio’s eyes kept on the blue scaled god. His gaze fixated on them. Listening intently to their every word. Not even noticing the soundless steps they took. Thaio felt sadness as Ignacio talked of the past. What was and what had happened. It pained him to know that the mortal presence can poison their deities with such grave intent. With such spite and negligence. It still hurt him to know that it was in fact the one he looked up to most, whom had started all that bloodshed. Rupturing time itself with such infliction. Scaring Hiearth for eternity. The unicorn watched the gods mouth tremble under the memories. He could not fathom what it was like. The only thing he could compare to would be losing both his own father, Ron and Ammy. Especially so close to one another. But it didn’t come into the scale of what Ignacio felt. Lose is a powerful weapon. That much it is true. The black unicorn could not know what it was like to be there. To have everything you ever loved and owned, be destroyed. But he knew what it was like to be defenseless in an unforgiving world. The history Ignacio spoke of would be something he would have to come to terms with. Now knowing what he had been told was the truth. Iscah took the words out of his mouth before he could speak. He too would like to know why they returned, though he probably knew some of the truth behind it. His ears fell flat at the thought of it. “She was there, wasn’t she” He spoke of Soliel. The Kirin King who seemed to orchestrate it all. Thankfully Thaio hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the Kirin. Nor did he want to. “Why is she back?”Post 4 || 364 |
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 11, 2019 23:03:38 GMT -6
J U L I E T Female | Eminent Marisol Cygnus | Aodhian
As the words came from her god, moved through the room like brief touches of warm sun, her heart seemed to soar. But yet... Pain bled from their words, filling the room with a dread and an agony Juliet had experienced time and time ago. A pain she wished on no one. Head slowly lifted up, blonde hair tousling forward from the action and settling in strange waves on her neck.
The words they were saying she felt them to be true but her mind tumbled. She wanted so badly to not believe these, but with the god walking before them, speaking what felt to be truth... The mare could not doubt it. Different tears dripped down her face, mind blank as she tried to sort through some sort of response. And yet none could be had. Her ribs ached and twinged at the memory of the hot metal crashing into her side, seeing the anger and pure destruction within the old kings eyes.
"Did you miss them...?" She asked softly, head lifting. "Did you mean to bring them back, her back, in that way?"
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 12, 2019 0:00:10 GMT -6
scarlet emin She feels put on a pedestal when the god looks at her and speaks. I am always proud of you. Even when you make mistakes. She has made many, she's sure. Among them, the lifestyle to which she subscribes... but, as quickly as the god's gaze falls on her it moves beyond. She couldn't help but feel that his love. Ignacio's all-encompassing love... She couldn't help but to understand how it could drive one wild. She listened as he talked. She didn't understand, not really, the gravity of what the god revealed, but she was keen to listen and to learn. She was interested to see what could be done. If they had lived a lie for so long, how easily could that lie be unraveled. She listens to the other's questions, but holds her tongue on her own. She's not clever, nor well-spoken, and standing before a god, she can't help but feel out of her element. It is different one on one, or in prayer, but here, surrounded by others. It's not quite her comfort zone. She pushes closer to Albertine, almost as an after-thought, but despite her proximity, she doesn't notice how rigid the chevalier stands.
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 12, 2019 0:07:27 GMT -6
albertine chevalier captain — harbinger She watched the gods gaze slide over her and stared back impassively. There is recognition now, but nothing divine, nothing different from the norm. It is interesting how they could go throughout their lives believing they were more than a passing glance to those like Ignacio. She almost wants to interrupt him, ask him how they know he is not lying to them now, but the humiliation in his words—speaking of his beloved kirins made ash, his city torn down—bears the truth in his statement. Very few lie when revealing defeat. "How do they know that your bond is not poisoning them now?" she says calmly, more to herself than to anyone out of immediate ear-shot. "Are you telling us our history so that we might change our future? To better things? Or to make them worse? There are kirins hungering to see this city fall. Why not go to them?" She says more loudly, actually directing her question towards the god. She doesn't expect an answer. She doesn't believe that Ignacio is the change Hireath needs. No. He's not. She thinks again, almost like a prayer.
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