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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2019 5:04:32 GMT -6
Bale stood rooted to place, only his tail tip making slight swirls as he watched and listened. It was simultaneously the most unreal and real thing to happen to him, and he’d thought he had seen it all. It had been a selfish thought, maybe, but no one could deny that he’d grown extremely close to the god of fire.
What Ignacio said didn’t come as a shock – Bale wasn’t born in Aodh, after all. But what moved him was the pain, and he could only wonder how deep a god’s pain could be. To stretch over a thousand years… The light around him still shone terribly bright, without him even truly realizing it.
He’d wondered before if one could get too close. If one could love a god too much, too deeply, enough to get lost. To hear that it was possible indeed wasn’t anything short of terrifying. Not enough to make Bale waiver, not even close, but certainly enough to make him think. Despite what Milan sometimes seemed to think, Bale did do quite a bit of thinking in that thick head of his.
There were many questions again, but Bale stood silent. He wanted to hear all that Ignacio was here to tell them, but he wasn’t one more worried voice to add to the rest. The fire would withstand, no matter what. He knew that, or at least needed to think so.
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 13, 2019 8:15:42 GMT -6
IGNACIO
Ignacio looks at Iscah, with great sadness in his eyes. He had wanted, as all parents did, for the world to love his children as he loved them. He had hoped that the world was ready.
Balance, Kaia had said. One god with no mortals, an odd one out.
Balance.
I brought them back. My sister, Kaia, aided me.
She thought that it was time. Time to restore the balance.
We had a plan – to take the souls that were lost and scatter them across Hireath.
They would see the world born in their absence and learn to live in it.
And in turn, my siblings would one day grow to love them, as I had learned to love their creations.
He looks at the painted depiction of King Soleil that Bale has taken off of the Sanctum wall and tucked between some shelves.
She was there. She was their King. I love her dearly, as I do all my children.
But I do not agree with her actions.
Ignacio steps close to Juliet, and his tail gently brushes her body, lifts her delicate chin.
I missed them. I missed them every day.
But they were not to remember. We brought them back with no memory. No hate. They were not free of their superstitions and fears, but untainted by the bond.
Untainted by their pasts.
But something went wrong.
She remembered. And she made the rest of them remember, too.
The Chevalier speaks, then. Something curious about her, foreign. Ignacio can’t quite place it.
Our bond remains severed.
But if I go to them, I will be lost.
Therefore I cannot intervene. To do so would doom me, them, you. All of Hireath.
As for your past?
It is up to you to determine what is to be done with what I will tell you.
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Post by foalish on Aug 13, 2019 23:50:13 GMT -6
Iscah
As he spoke on, Iscah began to feel almost...hollow at the story he told.
She could understand some parts; unconditional love - for even if all her siblings had theirs flaws, it was overwhelming.
And there was things she could only imagine - of a god with no one of their own kind, the only one of their name without them. Taken away for his and everyone else’s safety.
But perhaps, they should have stayed away - or at least that’s a thought she had flash through her head, at one point of another.
A god who could not control their people, who could not keep them safe? Should said god even have their own people?
She could not dictate who everyone believed in, who others prayed to, and perhaps she couldn’t judge them for it. But it would not change her own opinions, the own sour taste left in her mouth at the idea of a god who had brought the dangers they knew existed, back into the world, only to regret it a second time.
And most of all; it seemed clear he was leaving his problem for them to deal with. If anything was to be assumed by his words.
Her stare hardened through the emotions that had passed through her, but for once she did not speak up. Because for once, she had no questions to ask him, nor even an idea of what to say.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2019 9:54:15 GMT -6
Bale had been there when Soleil had re-emerged to the world, and he remembered hearing Ignacio’s voice in warning clear as day. It made sense now, somewhat. He hated to think that someone like Soleil had once been King, had walked along with Ignacio. Was loved by him. The rational part of him realized such were foolish, childish thoughts, but he still felt them.
He had also asked Ignacio about destiny, once. He knew better than to ask again, for he knew that fire did not deal in such things. He had accepted it then, but it was a little harder to accept now. He did not like thinking that a god could be unable to do something, even if that simultaneously made gods seem closer to mortals, somehow. Bale didn’t really like feeling quite that many things, all at once.
He wanted to declare that this just confirmed that Soleil had to die – he’d rather die himself than call that kirin a king. But as undaunted and boisterous as Bale might have grown in all his meetings with his god, he realized that telling this to Ignacio right now might not be the best course of action. Instead he asked himself ‘what might Ulysses do?’
“What is it in our past we need to know in order to decide for our future?” he asked, then. It wasn’t his past, of course. He hadn’t been born here. But it was his future, their future, and surely there had to be important clues for them to pick up on.
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 17, 2019 10:11:26 GMT -6
IGNACIO
You already know the most important thing.
You are not descendants of the kirins.
Nor are you bound to their destiny.
Ignacio considers, just for a moment, before he speaks again.
After the War, Hireath was scarred, and Eithne ripe for the victors taking.
The unicorns seized control of northern parts.
The pegasi led the largest group to where you stand.
You are their descendants. Their legacy.
It is the slaves who descend from those who allied with the kirins.
A poignant glance sweeps over the crowd. Ignacio knows as well as any of you that most slaves do not have lineages stretching back a thousand years. The industry of it has spread far wider and deeper than anyone ever anticipated.
He fades from view, and instead, a vision fills the room.
You are in the Palace, but not as you remember it. This is the Hearthstone Palace of old – you have seen images of it in the history books, the Palace before King Azar tore it down.
But this must be earlier, much earlier. The palace is more of a fortress, and strikingly, the visage of Alya gazes down at you where-ever you go.
She stands there. You know her from old portrait.
Iniga, the first King of Aodh.
“Governor Foehn”, a voice calls, and you can see a pegasus walking up to her. A warrior pegasus, with deep gold coat and great golden wings, with striking blue eyes.
“Everyone agrees with the punishment. People are still angry”, the golden pegasus says.
Iniga nods solemnly.
“It is their right, and the punishment of labor is our way. So it must be. One day the wounds of war will be forgotten, and New Osulas will be glorious and free under Alya’s sky”, she says, and smiles at her friend.
The vision fades as they embrace.
Now you are at the coast. Around you stand many equines – pegasi, unicorn, common horses and hippocampi alike. At their head is an elderly mare unicorn – Sholeh Soleil of the old portraits.
She seems worn.
“We only ask for fairness. We send so much of what we produce to feed Sedo. And our governance… For six months I have awaited word on the laborers. It is more than due for them to go free”, she says, flanked by another unicorn, who you realize must be her child. Her son, Uriel Soleil.
“You have not been answered, for we are yet to make our decision”, the pegasus leading the other party says loftily: “You are of Sedo, Governor Aella. Do not forget that. The Sultan is your Sultan, and their word is your law.”
“I have not forgotten that”, Sholeh says grimly: “But it seems you have. May the Smoldering Sun have mercy on our souls.”
The vision fades to the clashing of weapons.
Finally, you are back at the palace. Servants lead around a young common horse and their even younger pegasus sibling.
You hear whispers among the servants. ‘Poor princes, orphans at such a young age’ someone says.
In the main hall where you stand, other servants are tearing down images of Alya, and artisans are replacing them with depictions of Ignacio.
The vision shifts so you can see outside.
You can see the anger rekindled. New prisoners of war.
An Advisor stands on the balcony addressing the crowd.
“They will pay for their crimes against our God forevermore”, they call, dressed in gold. The crowds cheer, their anger coursing: “We are Aodh! And we are free!”
The vision fades to the roar of a crowd.
You are back in your own time. Ignacio is gone, but his voice speaks one final time.
I have shown you what you need to know.
Change the course.
Fire is never still. It always seeks to grow, to change.
Be like the fire.
Grow.
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Post by foalish on Aug 17, 2019 17:06:56 GMT -6
Iscah
The God’s words baffle her for a moment, for her hardened gaze to soften and flood with confusion. She had never once thought of the origin of slaves; it had never been something she questioned, never thought to question. An integral part of Aodh that she had accepted, answers she was not seeking being thrown at her and the other nobles in the room.
She knew of slavery, an Envoy for months, proclaiming a war over them; that he turned so oddly terrible. But the birth of a treaty. And she knew horses were bred, born into the life, some taken when they were caught. She had her own to her name; and she did not question it further.
But the visions flashed before her, cutting off her own spiral of thought.
Scenes that meant something - were important, evident by the magnitude Ignacio took to show them. But Iscah was left without her voice, as they disappeared, as Ignacio took his parting, with a few words. Her filled with confusion.
For he was wrong; she didn’t know what any of it meant, nor of what she had to do.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 17, 2019 23:28:33 GMT -6
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Thaio watched the floor. Though he radiated in Ignacio’s presence he had to process the information he was given. Taking in everything he could. Only looking up when the god declared they were not descendants of the Kirins. Although Thaio figured that, it still hurt slightly. The place changes. Ignacio is not there but at the same time they are. Thaio quickly figures out that this is a vision, some sort of illusion. Showing what was before. A ripple of the past. Thaio quickly recognised it for many late night readings of the Palaces library. Though it was a lot more prettier than the images in the books. Thaio watches the scene unfold. He had to admit. It made his heart skip. He was a bit of a history buff. Wanting to know more of the past, especially about Aodh, was a small passion of his. Though the scene made him feel more confused than before, The next one followed. This time a little more later in time. He recognised the unicorn standing in front of him. Not only by looks but by name. Sholeh. A descendant of his and Iscah. Followed by Uriel. A smile rose in Thaio, only for it to fall at the scene that unfolded. Another continued. Back to once they came. The unicorn watched the two children walk the palace floor. being replaced. Thaio’s mouth sat open as he looked up. Ignacio’s banners being placed where Alya’s once were. The next scene shifts again to an Advisor yelling out onto an all too familiar courtyard. Thaio finally began to piece together what had occurred. There was more detail here than there was in the books. More detail Thaio could have ever imagined. The stallion is sad to see the god has gone. Though his voice resonates within. The information left is jarring. The black unicorn knew what it meant, but at the same time didn’t. How were they to change the path. What was to change on the path. He did not know. Thaio looked at his sibling, both concern and commiseration. This will be something to disgus later. Post 5 || 356 |
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