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Post by Queerly on Jul 5, 2019 12:41:36 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Aodh Plot 805: Fire the Field, the Weed is Sown Team Leader: Evalynn Participants: Omar, Kelsifer, Albella, Ahsin, Lexi, Mirinae 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: Valore's skyline is as grey as her people, mimicking the low spirits that have persisted for the last handful of months. It's almost obscene how life can drum onward when everything and everyone around you is falling apart, but such is the way of the world, the Hireath your Creators crafted. Here in the Artisan's District, you go about your lives as best you can, struggling to ignore the threat that looms just over the horizon. Time of Day: Morning Weather: Overcast Location: New Valore, Artisan District ya aint gotta wait for stray 2 post
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 6, 2019 12:38:17 GMT -6
Evalynn | Artisan
Bang!
Bang!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Perhaps she was taking her frustration out on her newest piece, but in all fairness, she'd still have to strike the iron anyways, so might as well let herself vent along the way. Three months of scouring through dusty old tomes within the library, pouring over scrolls that were begging to be retired, working in a maddeningly slow manner to preserve the precious history and ancient knowledge. The Artisan was veritably filled to the brim with utterly useless- to her plight- knowledge that did nothing to quell the mounting questions and frustrations. Truly, if Ember hadn't confirmed that she had been correct, she'd have thought she was going crazy. Perhaps she still was going crazy.
That was precisely why she needed to be back within the bowels of her forge. Crafting weaponry and armor was easy compared to what she'd been going through the last few months. Honestly, she spent so much time in the depths of the library that it hardly felt like it'd been three months. There had been times she'd been drug out of the library by the Flamen working with her, or by her family, after she'd spent more than 24 hours without break.
With a huff, Evalynn set her hammer down before reaching for her water. While the heat from the fire no longer bothered her, it wouldn't do to let herself become dehydrated. Honestly, it felt nice to return to her roots for the day, frustrations aside. She may have made an impromptu home within the bowels of the library the last three months, but this... This is where she truly belonged.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 7, 2019 12:02:31 GMT -6
║⇷ O M A R ⇸║
"As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning."
The first few days after he and the rest of the group who had been sent to Hearth had been rough, particularly so for those who weren't accustomed to the losses of war. War... Omar wasn't a stranger to such a concept. Born and raised as a raider, learning to hold a sword in his grip before he could write his name, the loss of life in combat was something he'd had to learn to accept, as painful as it could be.
Still, the loss of life at Hearth had hurt more than any other, as it had been a child, unable to fight for herself, who had been lost to the kirins... To the kirins. Omar wanted to curse, to scream, to take out his anger on something, someone, and his first thought was to do so to Ignacio. He was the creator of the kirins after all. But he had steadied himself, instead simply finding himself in the Palasa sanctum, kneeling before the statues of the gods, facing the kirin deity, and simply asking 'why'.
Once Ignacio had told him, 'Again, but better', but was this what he meant? For the Kirins to come and slaughter them all? He hoped not...
Maybe he should be spending the day with his daughter, spending it with Demetrius, spending it training, but left with his thoughts, his worries, he needed to be alone. Or, at least, away from concerned gazes and peppered questions of 'what was wrong'. Because he couldn't answer that in just one sentence...
His wolf, Jarl trotting at his heels, occasionally bouncing a bit ahead to go investigate a few things, Omar trudged along the streets, his sword clinking at his hip, mingling with the crowd in silence, letting himself think, letting himself process. This was a better thing to do than going to the nearest pub and getting himself drunk and either sleeping in a ditch or stumbling home to let Demetrius and Rona see...
Maybe he could look into getting some new weapons for the Arena... The sword was good, yes, but it was slow and heavy. It would give him something to do at least, so he wouldn't be left with his worries about the future of Aodh... The future of his family...
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Post by hydrus101 on Jul 8, 2019 16:09:08 GMT -6
 A H S I N• Aodh | Sanctum Attendant •
“I once would horde children like pretty trinkets to show the world. I would polish them till they gleamed, but in their brightness I saw only misery.”
Lately, Ahsin found himself wandering. It wasn’t a controlled amble, not like the way he’d wander the corrals in the slave district, looking over the horses there like cattle, smiling from the way they drew away from the edges as he passed. The attendant wasn’t roaming the streets for the fun of it, no, not anymore.
Today he was searching. For what, he couldn’t tell you. All he knew was that there was something, somewhere out there waiting for him, waiting for him to find it.
He grieved for he had lost, the wound reopened despite all of his self-received therapy. Daily he fought back despair, battled with blame, and crushed his fears underhoof, only for the same insecurities to rise back up the next day, stronger.
Truth be told, he hadn’t even noticed that the nation around him was crumbling. Ahsin noticed little these days, except for the click of his hooves on the stone streets and the murmur of muffled voices around him. He was hollow, a shell of someone who had died, long long ago.
The former luster of his Sanctum was no longer as vibrant as it had been. The endless fields of his home were constricted. The sea was flat, no longer sparkling. Not even the beauty of the artisan district could draw him out of his own mind.
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Post by hydrus101 on Jul 8, 2019 16:42:44 GMT -6
 M I R I N A E• Aodh | Architect •
”I have earned my place in this world and I will not let you take that from me!”
Life nowadays was boring. With the city still stuck under the funk that it was in, Mirinae’s life had grown too dull for her tastes. Orders weren’t coming in nearly as often; people had better things to do right now rather than commission some holier-than-thou teenager for a design for an ice cream parlor.
She was in a creative block as well, which practically took all the fun out of everything. Mirinae had been lying in bed all day, doing a dozen two minute sketches before crumbling them up and chucking them at the bin by her desk. She missed nine times out of ten, grumbling that she needed to do something before she melted into the mattress.
After a good solid minute of groaning, she managed to get up and trot over to her balcony overlooking the artisan district.
The click of her shiny blue hooves against the stone floor echoed out against the empty air surrounding her turret and she instantly felt uneasy. It was a strange thing to see so few other pegasai out and about. The skies, though clouded and dark, were void of any other bodies that Mirinae could see. It was somewhat unsettling.
Pulling a stray strand of hair away from her mismatched eyes, Mirinae looked down the at the streets below, watching as the river of horses plodded along, dully going about their lives.
As she watched, Mirinae stretched out her wings, testing them against the soft rush of wind that blew by. She was a little stiff, perhaps a quick flyby might get her back in the creative mood.
Rolling her shoulder joints, the architect gracefully leapt up onto the railing and balanced there for a moment, waiting for the perfect moment before leaping off into empty air.
Her wings carried her farther than she’d intended, but soon enough she was flying above the streets of the artisan district, people-watching from the skies. She recognized one or two of her peers, mostly from the bright capes and cloaks they wore, but many were not people she had met before and she was suddenly reminded of a word she’d learned from a friend not too long ago.
“Sonder,” she whispered to no one but the surrounding air, watching as her shadow crossed the backs of hundreds of other horses who she knew she would never meet, or never see, ever again.
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Post by mariahwhy on Jul 8, 2019 19:41:51 GMT -6
LEXI
Aodh | Commoner
House Soleil
 They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you Lexi had never liked feeling trapped - inside the house, by school work, by rules. Now the whole city was beginning to feel almost like a prison. Its borders seemed to be shrinking (really quite literally, with the loss of many of its outer cities), and that untroubled, easy-going air that the city and its residents used to have had been replaced by something cloying and stale. Everyone seemed oddly static as they went about their normal activities from day-to-day, with nothing actually ever changing. It all made the filly uncomfortable, and she was growing weary of it. She had no interest in joining the war efforts though, and neither did she particularly care to be here when (not if) the kirins invaded.
Thinking about her future had never been a past-time of hers. As a child of Lilith she had been granted as carefree of a life as she pleased, and had never considered anything past the games and pranks she enjoyed. But such things had grown tiresome lately. It could be that she was finally growing up, but she attributed it more to the lack of humor and adventure felt by the other citizens at the time. Everyone was too busy and too scared to entertain her. And so her mind had begun to wander into new territory. She'd never be a noble or advisor - such a stuffy life didn't suit her. Neither did the sedentary position as Flamen. Courtesan or artisan? No, she didn't think so. She didn't want to have to rely on others to appreciate her business. Being a chevalier sounded fun, until she remembered all the times they yelled at her for breaking rules. Too law-abiding. She had very secretly considered being a smuggler, just as an act of rebellion... that idea was still on the back-burner, but currently, with Aodh's plight beginning to peak, her sights lay elsewhere. Outside of the herd.
And such was this conclusion that brought her to the Artisan District on this dreary day, the coming storm's humidity offering a physical attribute to the feeling those around her gave off. She walked purposefully, easily passing many of those that seemed to be in a haze. A purse full of shards clinked softly under one of her wings.
She approached the blacksmith's forge, spotting one of the Champion's ahead, his wolf companion trotting alongside. He seemed to be heading to the same place as her, and she sped up a little, her innate sense of competition willing her to be first. She didn't know this Champion's name - she had seen him fighting before, but couldn't remember what name had been called, it hadn't mattered - but nodded as she passed him. She had to look up quite a ways to confidently meet his eyes. "Morning," she said curtly, and trotted past.
Lexi entered the forge, calling out even before she entered. "Evalynn!" She didn't know the smith well, but had heard enough talk around the Soleil House to know she had been one of her mother's partners, and had added another sibling for Lexi to have to remember not too long ago. She had also heard she was a pretty excellent smith. "I would like to place an order with you," she said, approaching the mare, paying little attention to the hot forge. "I want you to make me some rope darts." She held out a piece of paper, a page ripped from a book, indicating the design. |
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Post by galekxy on Jul 8, 2019 20:10:38 GMT -6
K E L S I F E R
They plodded through the streets, eyes scouring for exactly what they wanted. They had come searching for more materials, hoping to find something unique that they could use in a new project. But everything seemed to be a bit more... dreary? than usual. Kell could understand why- what with the threat that loomed over them, but was that really something to let into the way of their day to day life? The unicorn did not find too much of a shift in their life. Sure, Mercury seemed more busy- but of course she was. The hippocampus was busy protecting them all! But Kell did feel a bit more lonely, longing for any ounce of extra time they could spend with their spouse.
The dogs kept him company however. He glanced to where two of them followed now- Nikolai and Athens in their passive forms. The two furia's might stand out a bit with an artisan, but Kell couldn't care less. The two dogs gave him comfort and joy, especially seeing Nikolai bug the more reserved Athens to no end. Kell could hear their chatter and could only shake his head, choosing not to get involved. It was definitely an amusing dynamic. And it was even more interesting to know what they were saying.
Glancing around, Kell spotted a blacksmith- a kirin to boot. At the moment they couldn't place a name to the face, something he wasn't too good at to begin with. But maybe a gift for Mercury would be nice. A sword, or perhaps a new helmet? They were more aligned with a paintbrush on paper type of art, but the style of blacksmiths drew them in. However, there seemed to be a small crowd heading towards the blacksmith's shop as well, reminding Kell that many horses might be looking for further protection. What a good time it would be to be a blacksmith- regular art wasn't too popular at the moment.
Kell still approached the blacksmith, but his furia's charged ahead as well, fuelled by the sight and smell of flames. Their own flames burst to life- blue and green together.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Jul 10, 2019 19:48:52 GMT -6
Albella | Artisan
The days had grown dreary since the kirins began their assaults on Aodh land. Albella had faced dreary days before, but with the cards stacking against not only her, but the herd she resided with things were getting much harder to handle. It was getting harder to send letters out of the city, straining her contact with Alois. Despite the overcast skies, Albella thought it was a good day to head for a walk. Any amount of fresh air was good, even if the sun did not shine. She had started contemplating traveling to the coast if not just to truly test out her newly acquired fins. It had only been a month since her transformation, taking the shape of her favored god Cascade. Just before then she had been blessed a second time by the Wave Mother and ever so slowly she had been coming into her own with the new blessing. It had been much longer since she last glimpsed into the future. The last trance she took had frightened her too much to try again.
The split colored horse traveled through the street. Her large saber tooth followed quietly at her side. Compared to many of the equines she was rather plain, choosing to wear no more than a simple leather bridle. If anything, her mane was fluffier than usual, but that was result of her son's zesla familiar attempting to rouse her after the boy had slept in.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 15, 2019 13:23:24 GMT -6
Evalynn | Artisan
It seemed that her water break had come at a rather fortuitous time. It gave her the break she needed to realize she had customers walking up. Many times, she'd be so into her work that she wouldn't realize someone was there until they coughed or knocked on something to get her attention. She really ought to invest in a bell of some kind.
While she was absolutely used to receiving many faces appearing in her forge, it still brought a giddy little round of excitement fluttering in her chest when horses would see her work and choose her to create their requests. As such, when Lexi approached she put on a bright smile, probably the only thing to light up the rather dreary day. She knew Lexi was one of Lilith's many children, though one she herself didn't have a close connection to. Evalynn tried to become friendly with the children, without inserting herself forcefully into their lives. Perhaps this was a good time to properly introduce herself to the young mare.
"Hello dear!" Evalynn realized Lexi had her mothers' vibrant eyes as she approached. Her own eyes flicked down to the paper as Lexi splayed it out, taking in the details of the design. Rope darts. That would be a fun little commission; it wasn't often that she got to make them as commissions. Turning her gaze back up to Lexi, she nodded primly.
"Certainly! I will place you on my list, and they will be done promptly. And shall I assume you will want Incandescent Steel as the base metal?" While it was without a doubt the most popular choice in metal, quite a lot of clients requested other metals in order to match a certain aesthetic, because it was a personal preference, or because it was cheaper to use other metals.
Waiting for her answer, she noticed she had another potential customer approaching, their familiar bolting towards her forge. She realized it was a furia, and she smiled as the beast ignited its' own flames as it saw her own. Thankfully, her forge was meant to hold fire, and nothing important was flammable. Not to mention, she herself had nothing to fear from the furia, her own body safe from the scorching flames.
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Post by mariahwhy on Jul 19, 2019 15:37:18 GMT -6
LEXI
Aodh | Commoner
House Soleil
They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you Lexi and her siblings often grew up without having to learn that others could say “no” to them. Had Evalynn reacted in almost any other way towards the filly’s demands, Lexi would have bristled, possibly threatening to spread dissent towards her business or, if feeling particularly chastised, would have made a mess of the forge at some point. Thankfully, the kirin had enough familiarity with the family to properly greet the impetuous pegasus.
As such, hearing the calculated warmth and importance with which she was greeted made Lexi stand slightly taller, wings slightly fluffed with pride. She had plenty of self-confidence, sure, but when anyone played into the presumed Soleil hierarchy it certainly didn’t hurt.
She beamed up at the blacksmith, feeling completely understood. No wonder her mother liked the mare. “Thank you. And yes, incandescent steel will be just fine,” she said. She lifted her right wing, and her light pink teke lit up the coin purse hidden there. “How much-“she began, gaze absent-mindedly following Evalynn’s own.
Spotting the furias racing towards her, her wings clamped to her sides and she took an involuntary step backwards. The last time she had seen such a beast was when they were trapped at the family villa after Amadeus’ death, and a rogue furia had made its way in and interrupted her and her sibling’s game of hide-and-seek. While it had not been a particularly dangerous encounter, the surprise factor of it had ruined the creatures for her. To say she was not fond of them would be correct.
Her hairs bristled, and wings puffed out, looking much like her younger brother Azel when he was irritated or felt slighted. But her legs locked and she stood firm as if challenging them to tackle her. |
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 24, 2019 13:50:49 GMT -6
║⇷ O M A R ⇸║
"As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning."
Omar didn't hear the other coming up behind him until she spoke, tilting his head to be able to see her. He just gave a small nod in response, watching her trot ahead to the same destination he was going to. He sighed heavily, glancing down to the wolf at his side, and the black skull hanging from his pack. He'd only recently gotten the Furia, and yet, she still rarely left her skull outside of the home, and even then, she didn't commonly come out. At first he'd been scared that because he wasn't a born Aodhian, she wouldn't respond to him, but it seemed that she was just very shy.
The furia charging past him made him pause for a moment, watching it run past towards the forge. Again his gaze drifted to the black skull on his pack. "Sylvi, there might be a new friend," he mumbled lowly to her, waiting to see if there was any movement from the skull. And there wasn't. He rolled his eyes, continuing onwards and standing towards the forge entrance, watching and waiting for an opening to talk about his own request.
Aqua eyes lazily followed Jarl, as the wolf trotted forward to sniff towards the new furia while staying out of range of the flames, tail loosely wagging. "Careful, Jarl," Omar lightly called towards the wolf, trying to make sure he didn't end up burning himself on the new familiar.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Jul 28, 2019 18:53:57 GMT -6
Albella | Artisan
Albella walked further up the street, peering across at the different shops. She had visited a few in the past weeks to gather materials she didn't already have. A small project was under the works that had required her to brush off her rusty leather working skills. Painting may have been her claim to fame, but leather was the family's trade, not that she was any good at it. It wasn't very long before she saw a few horses gathering around Evalynn's forge. Thoughts bounced around in her mind, pondering for a moment if she needed to do any business today. Wouldn't hurt to see if the blacksmith had time for another commission. As the Artisan approached, she made note of the individuals gathered. She didn't recognize them all at first glance and was unsure of what names to place to the faces.
She wouldn't be the first one there. Albella slowed her approach seeing two furias bounding toward the forge. Lifting her recently transformed pectoral fins closer to her body, the chimera took much more careful steps. While she preferred the shape her goddess had granted, the fins proved quite uncomfortable in close proximity to flames.
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Post by galekxy on Aug 3, 2019 20:06:38 GMT -6
K E L S I F E R
"Nikolai! Athens! Stop being show offs." Kell trotted up to the forge, throwing a look at their furia's to show his displeasure at them charging up to the fire. Not everyone would appreciate a furia's open flame. Kell was going to apologize, but noticed the smile on the blacksmith's face, and a smile lit theirs as well. Seemingly, the blacksmith did not mind, but then the unicorn noticed that other's seemed to. As quickly as they sprung to life, the furia's returned to their passive state, tails wagging as they looked to Kell. "I'm sorry for my dog's behaviour, they mean no harm, I assure you." They offered the pegasus a charming smile, hoping they hadn't been scared too bad. "My name's Kell- are you here for anything specific?" Their gaze cut to Evalynn's, tilting their head. "It seems like you've picked a pretty good shop to come to at least."
The unicorn glanced around for examples of work the blacksmith might have, interested in seeing what they could get. Kell wasn't too sure what styles of helmet might be "in" right now, and they would appreciate the help.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 4, 2019 10:03:23 GMT -6
Well, shit.A series of explosions cuts through the relative peace of the day. The ground rumbles beneath your feet, and you can hear screaming down the street. Not this shit again, you might think - but there’s no time to dwell on it. A crowd of panicked equines is rushing towards you, and you have just enough time to brace yourself for impact as they stampede past, biting and shoving and pushing in an attempt to get away from whatever has them so frightened. You’ll soon see for yourself what the source is: a group of labor slaves have shed their bridles and are rampaging through the streets in a violent uprising. Their goal seems to be to cause as much harm as possible - and most of them don’t seem interested in reasoning with their oppressors. ps - ignore the repeating images of your Supports I haven't been able to finish them yet ::shrug::
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Post by gone-astrayy on Aug 4, 2019 18:22:19 GMT -6
Evalynn | Artisan
"Good, good, I shall have them finished within the week, if not a couple days. Since I have been wanting to go and visit with your mother, if you want, I can personally deliver them to you as well." her eyes flitted back to Lexi as she spoke, once she realized the furia's would not harm her customers. Evalynn didn't mind in the least if the hounds snuffled through her forge, afterall, she usually had a whirlwind of familiars and children trampling through anyways. Evalynn's coat warmed happily as Kelsifer spoke up, complimenting her work. She was about to reply when explosions sounded in the distance.
No, no! Not again! Dread pooled in the pit of her stomach as screams split the air as well. Feeling tremors underneath her hooves, Evalynn immediately stepped into the street, putting herself between the now panicking stampede of equines rushing past, and her customers. While she didn't know if any of them really had any experience with what usually came after the running and screaming, but she was willing to bet if they did, it wasn't substantial.
From behind the hoard of fleeing citizens, Evalynn sees what has caused the mass hysteria. Labor slaves. Horror bloomed in her chest as she watched several of the labor slaves wielding weapons, and cutting down any that were unlucky enough to be caught in range.
Beside her, she heard Omar shout, but her focus zeroed in on the slaves. The last thing she wanted was to harm them, but they were now a risk to others and themselves. Leading the charge, or at least, the fastest of the bunch, was a dark gray slave, with bright plumage adorning their crest. The glint of a dagger was seen in their teke as they got closer, and Evalynn leapt forward.
"Stop!" Neither her shout nor her presence was enough to even make the slave hesitate, and the Pegasus lunged forward, dagger lashing out. Feeling the tip of the blade bite into her flesh, Evalynn winced. It wasn't deep, nor was the slash well executed, but still, it didn't take much to injure someone with a weapon and enough aggression. Rearing up, Evalynn struck out with her forelegs, clipping the Pegasus with her hooves, and sending a current of electricity flowing into the pegasus' body where her hooves landed. It would probably hurt like hell, and hopefully it'd be enough to give them pause.
That seemed to do the trick. Evlaynn watched her opponents body seize up as the electrical currents hit their muscles. The Artisan struck points on the body that would hit the more important muscle groups, and hopefully it'd distract them enough for the dagger to be removed from their grasp.
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Initial cunning: 75
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Remaining cunning: 50
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Aug 4, 2019 18:58:33 GMT -6
║⇷ O M A R ⇸║
"As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning."
Watching the furias and wolf interact with a loose, faint smile on his face, Omar sighed softly. Well, at least Jarl seemed to be enjoying himself... Then the boom happened, explosions rattling his teeth and shaking him down to his bones. Whipping around, mane flying, screams starting to echo in his ears, Omar moved to stand next to Evalynn, also shielding the others from the crowd. Roughly shoving and shouting at the fleeing equines to make them move away just a bit, he quickly looked forward. What was-
Slaves. Labor slaves. With weapons drawn, blood sinking into the cobblestones. He could sympathize with them, if only for a moment. He knew their pain, he knew why they were acting the way they were. But they were killing, they were causing suffering and violence without hesitation or mercy. So he drew his sword. A sharp, piercing whistle came from his lips, Jarl's head shooting up and immediately bounding to his side.
"LISTEN UP," He boomed. "Take them down, I don't give a shit if you don't know how to fight, they need to get stopped! Do whatever you fucking can to slow them down, distract them, whatever the fuck you can do to help anyone in trouble or stop those slaves!" He shouted back to the others near the forge, instincts taking over as he fell back into stride into a state of mind he had honed like a blade edge. Evalynn was already charging, and he took off after her, ripping his broadsword from his side.
Catching up with Evalynn, he watched the slave balk, seizing up. Electricity blessing. Good. Sucking in a deep breath, rearing up, he slammed his hooves down into the ground feeling the pull of Kaia's energy in his chest. The earth rumbled, trembling in a wave in front of him before surging forward, gliding around Evalynn to roll and ripple underneath the crested slave, knocking them about from one side to the other until a crest of earth smacked the equine in the jaw, temporarily dazing them enough for the dagger to slip from their grip. It only took another quick flick of Omar's head for the rolling street to throw the dagger to the side out of the way, and out of the equine's reach.
Hearing Jarl snarl from his side, Omar wheeled about, eyes flashing. A shout and clash of weapons caught his ear, and he spotted a Chevalier in gleaming armor under attack by a rogue slave, having fallen to their knees while trying to dodge attacks. "Finish that one off!" He barked over his shoulder, leaving the crested slave alone to charge to the Chevalier's aid. Sword drawn, Omar chose not to go for a lethal blow, instead tucking his head and slamming into the slave with full force, knocking them over onto their side. Crashing down on top of them, holding them down, the pommel of his sword came down on the slave's head, stilling their motions for the moment.
500 Words; Post 3
Earth Manipulation Used (Disarm Dero)
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Post by galekxy on Aug 4, 2019 20:38:11 GMT -6
K E L S I F E R
Chaos seemed to erupt in a matter of moments.
They had been watching Nikolai and Athens, when explosions sounded. The two furia's immediately came back to life, leaping in front of their master as Kell whirled to see what was going on. His mouth fell open at the sight. Immediate panic took the crowd, causing the unicorn to stumble back a step or two.
They glanced around at those who stood in the forge, hearing someone shout some orders on what to do- how to react. Kell was nearly stunned. This was far out of their element- this was what Mercury was meant for, so where were the chevaliers? Labour slaves rioting were not what Kell wanted to deal with, but he almost had no choice as those around them took a stand.
Nearly groaning, they stepped forward too, but yelped as blade met the flesh of Evalynn. Kell stared at the blood, and then their eyes flicked to the pegasus who had inflicted the damage. Evalynn reacted immediately, electricity arcing at the slave, seeming to stun them.
But there was still chaos, and Kell's furia's growled at his side. The earth rumbled, and the slave Evalynn had thrown down lost his weapon. At the loss of weapon, Kell shouted, "Stay on him! Don't let him up!" The unicorn leapt forward, guiding their familiars to do the same. The familiars found their way on top of the pegasus slave, effectively stopping him from moving.
But then there was movement to Kell's right, and they whirled, a shadow splitting off from them in the same motion. A horse with a gruesome wound on their face stood before Kell, and the artist balked at the row of teeth showing through cheek. The slave didn't seem to notice the shadow creeping around to her life, however. Kell took a step back, allowing their shadow to surge forward, creating the perfect distraction as the slave spun around, shocked to see a shadowy figure.
Agility used to trap Dero
Shadow manipulation used to distract Morrigan
-10 to Agility [permanent] Current agility stat: 65
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Aug 9, 2019 21:54:20 GMT -6
Albella | Artisan
Albella had gotten quite close to the group and was craning her head about to get a better look around the forge. Then, from down the street, explosions shook the earth. No, please no. The chaos approached them swiftly. Slaves without bridles and donning found weapons came clattering up the street. Wares all around were toppled by the shaken ground or the fleeing crowd. Albella backed out of the forge and darted her gaze about the growing panic. "Kuma, to me!" She barked a command to her sabertooth who then spun around to follow the chimera, moving with surprising grace for her build. The Artisan looked about, watching as the horses that had gathered before started subduing the slaves with blessings and weapons they had on them. She didn't have much. There ahead, under a pile of collapsed crates glimmered the clean armor of what could only be a Chevalier. Or at least she hoped. Albella broke for the downed equine, the black sabertooth beside her moving almost turning and setting off in sync. She skidded to a stop and started frantically moving the crates. Using a combination of teke and physical strength to lift and send crates sliding and crashing onto the street. Her mismatched eyes met those of the young Chevalier, Anise. Albella flung a smaller crate to the side, "Are you hurt?" The concerned question bounced to the Chevalier was answered promptly by the armored horse rising to her hooves and standing tall, eyes trained ahead. Okay then. Albella looked over her shoulder at the trouble brewing behind. Gods, how were they supposed to do this.
------- words - 269 post - 3 Wisdom used to Free Anise
-25 to Wisdom
Current Stats
Strength | 100 Wisdom | 75 Vitality | 60 Speed | 50 Cunning | 50 Agility | 0
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Post by mariahwhy on Aug 10, 2019 11:34:27 GMT -6
LEXI
Aodh | Commoner
House Soleil
They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you Lexi forcefully relaxed her feathers, irritated that she had allowed herself to be so ruffled by two pets. She puffed out her chest, eyes glinting, the famous look of a Soleil child about to pitch into someone. But Evalynn stepped in and pacified Lexi's indignant character at least for now. Still she shot both Kelsifer and his furias an "I'm watching you" squint before turning back to the blacksmith. "Thank you. I would appreciate that," she said gruffly, as if signaling to the Artisan that this was how she deserved to be treated, instead of being assaulted by two bouncing balls of flame.
But before the petulant teen could make anymore of a scene the blasts sounded, all too familiar. She didn't have to feel the ground shake, or step out to see the smoke billowing and the horses running to know what had happened. More explosions.
The artisans and their familiars all but forgotten, she rushed out of the forge. Horses ran by, screaming, but she ignored them too. She looked in the direction they all came from, wondering what was the cause this time. It was only slightly a surprise to see some labor slaves - notable by the scrawny, dirty frames, and dragon brands - breaking through the crowds, unbridled, pilfered weapons swinging wildly. Snapping open her wings she pushed down hard, lifting herself immediately into the air. This was not her fight. That was for the chevaliers. They were paid by the city for a reason: to protect it. If they had to kill all of these labor slaves so be it - they were as dispensable and replaceable as a sack cloth anyway - but it would not be her job to do so. Her job was to get back home to a safe, well-sealed place until this all blew over as it always does.
But she had only risen about fifteen feet in the air when another pegasus slammed into her. Apparently many of the horses with the ability to fly had tried to rise above the fray as a means of escape, but that too meant that the air above the artisan district was suddenly packed with panicked, confused horses. Lexi saw the horse begin to take off just directly in front of her, but she had not gained enough lift yet to either stop or turn, and so she could only brace for the impact. She tucked her legs close so they would be protected as she tumbled back to the ground, both of their bodies rolling across the cobblestone. It had knocked the breath out of her and scraped her up a little, but she paid little attention to it. She was trying to quickly unfurl her legs when she realized a mass of horses, pushed on by one of the slaves, was headed directly toward her. She would not have time to stand, and so again she tried to tuck herself in as much as possible to keep from getting stepped on. The wing she was laying on was still outstretched however, and there was nothing she could do about it. As the first hooves jumped and tripped over her she closed her eyes.
Even with her eyes closed she could feel the tugging and slipping of hooves on her feathers as others battered her side. During a brief pause she chanced opening her eyes, noting the now broken primary and missing secondary feathers of her right wing. Flight would be difficult if not impossible until she regrew new feathers. Hauling herself suddenly to her hooves she spun around to find the slave that had done this. Now she had a dog in this fight.
"Hey, ugly!" she screamed, spotting the slave now facing down Kelsifer that had rushed the other citizens over her. It wasn't her vague call that made the slave turn around, but the shadow cast by the artisan. Still Lexi took it as a chance to rush forward, now powered by indignant revenge. The slave, realizing that this young citizen was coming straight for her, locked eyes with Lexi and raised a stolen warhammer. Still the young pegasus approached, not knowing exactly what she was going to do, but knowing she had to do something.
Might as well see what her wing could still do. She pushed off masterfully with her back legs, allowing herself a good initial momentum into the air. She quickly folded her wings in, then raised them up, hoping to gain as much lift as possible.
"Don't be so stupid!"
Anise, having just been freed by Albella, had spotting Lexi's bad judgement and sprang into action.
The broken feathers bent with the air pressure, and Lexi could feel the lack of power available with her right wing. But they had gotten her further off the ground than just a regular jump would, and she sailed over the labor slave. Morrigan's timing, given a lack of combat training, was just late enough that as she swung Lexi's front hooves pushed off of her back. It startled her and knocked the air out of her enough to loosen her grip on the weapon just as Anise slammed into her. Lexi, the warhammer, and the slave all thudded to the ground at the same time.
Lexi and Anise use speed to disarm Morrigan
-25 to Speed (Permanent)
Lexi's Stats:
Strength | 25
Wisdom | 0
Vitality | 25
Speed | 25
Cunning | 50
Agility | 100 |
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Post by hydrus101 on Aug 10, 2019 17:11:09 GMT -6
A H S I N• Aodh | Sanctum Attendant •
“I once would horde children like pretty trinkets to show the world. I would polish them till they gleamed, but in their brightness I saw only misery.” The chaos had been...abrupt, to say the least. Ahsin has been startled out of daydreaming by the explosion, ears flattening as he bristled, but did not run. The crowd around him bolted, a mad dash towards whatever semblance of safety could be found. It took all of his concentration not be to swept up in their terror. He stood steadfast against them and as they parted around him, he saw what they were running from. A horde of slaves, pushed to the brink, pushed to violence. Soon the streets were clear save for the space between the horde and Ahsin himself.
He was no warrior. He was not a fighter. He was a weak, fragile, grieving father without an ounce of spirit left in him. Yet he found it within himself to stand against them.
“Turn around!” shrieked his brain.
“Run away!” shouted his spirit.
“Fight,” whispered his heart.
And so he anchored his hooves on the pavement, polished titanium clicking like a fire starter.
He opened his mouth to speak, to shout, but the words came out in a different voice, a voice further to his right.
“Stop!” Evalynn had shouted, in that voice that wasn’t his, and reared up as a slave with a dagger drew closer.
Ahsin’s old vision had faded so that he could not tell if she had been struck or not, but he reasoned that she was fine on her own judging by the way the slave suddenly convulsed.
Twisting around on his own hooves, Ahsin raced towards the others, intent on helping however he could. A discarded warhammer suddenly skidded across the pavement in front of him, nearly taking him off his hooves, and he kicked it away to a far corner, hoping the slave who had dropped it was far away.
Unfortunately, she was a few mere feet behind him, struggling to her hooves.
As she struggled to stand, the attendant froze, noticing the little spotted pegasus lying on the ground behind her.
A child?
His eyes and stomach burned and for a moment he believed her to be dead.
Heat rippling from his eyes, Ahsin screeched, a heartbroken, piercing sound and fired a single pulse.
How dare she? How dare she!
His blessing was weak from years of disuse, but his anger drove him onwards. He reached for her eyes and found them with his heat, digging in and holding on with everything he had. Enraged, he fired another blast then another, shrieking as he peppered her face with short, fiery blasts of heat and anger.
He felt his strength waning and before he could see if she was truly down or not, Ahsin leapt away, small trickling waves of heat lingering in the spaces he left.
He rounded on the slave instantly, placing himself between her and the fallen slave like a shield, shaking from the effort of using his blessing.
Wether Lexi was already on her hooves or not, Ahsin helped to steady her and gave her a gentle push in the direction the crowd had fled.
“Please go,” he begged, already turning back to the fray, “This is no place for a child.”
Knowing there was little he could do to change her mind if it had already been made up, Ahsin made peace with the fact that he had given her an opportunity to get away, and dashed off through the various clashes of horses engaged in combat. Choosing a target at random, Ahsin swooped down by a fallen Chevalier, helping them to their hooves as the slave weighing them down them fell to Omar’s attack.
“Go!” he cried, pushing them forward as another wave of slaves threatened to take them over, and off Regal went like a shot.
Ahsin just hoped he had done enough.
WC: 634
Post: 2
Ahsin uses Heat Vision to attack Morrigan. Morrigan is out!
Ahsin frees Regal. -25 to Wisdom!
Ahsin’s Stats
Strength | 50
Wisdom | 65
Vitality | 0
Speed | 25
Cunning | 75
Agility | 100
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Post by galekxy on Aug 11, 2019 19:11:09 GMT -6
K E L S I F E R
Thankfully, while Kell has Morrigan distracted with their shadow manipulation, another jumped in to disarm the horse of a warhammer. That would have been a scary weapon to encounter. It was quite a show as it happened, and Kell couldn't move as they watched Lexi leap into the air. But her wing seemed injured, and the jump didn't seem to go as planned. Kell was terrified that they were about to see something go terribly wrong, especially as the warhammer seemed to swing in slow motion towards Lexi.
But Lexi got there first, and they breathed a sigh of relief as Morrigan was disarmed. Kell raced to Lexi's and the other's side, hoping they were okay. He didn't even think that Morrigan might still get up, but it didn't seem to matter as Ahsin came in firing blasts of heat vision at the slave. It seemed to do the job in subduing the slave.
"Are you okay?"
The unicorn address both Lexi and Anise, knowing they must have hit the ground rather hard. But they couldn't wait for an answer, because Kell saw yet another slave coming towards the group. This one was littered with gemstones across their body, and a wild glint to their gaze. They were angry. Kell wasn't going to wait and see what they might do.
Their shadow had long dissolved, but Kell created an illusion instead. Suddenly, bursting towards Glory was a full version of Kell and their two furia's- as if the three of them were right there. The illusions charged at glory, snarls and barks falling from the fake furia's mouths. They definitely looked like a menacing sight even if they could do no harm.
It was enough to stop Glory in her tracks, fear crossing her face at the sight of two flaming furia's and a unicorn charging at her with no fear.
Illusionist used to avoid penalty
Wisdom used to distract Glory
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Aug 11, 2019 19:58:28 GMT -6
║⇷ O M A R ⇸║
"As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning."
Getting to his feet, adjusting his grip on his sword, Omar had turned to go help the chevalier up to his feet, being met with one of the other customers at the forge already doing that. Grunting, he nodded his thanks to Ahsin before giving another sharp whistle, calling Jarl back to him, and taking off again into the fight. So far, things seemed to be under control. No one was... Seriously injured, or worse, from what he could tell through the chaos. Even though most of these Aodhians weren't warriors, they were putting up a fight that would make the Onean raiders proud.
Kicking and shoving aside slaves who were lurching about the tide of battle, Omar caught sight of a slave charging towards a group of three equines, with a crazed, furious look in her eyes. She was a risk. Hooves skidding on the cobblestone, he pivoted, launching forward. He could see the double furias and illusion, and he used this to his advantage. Hooves booming on the street, Glory was only able to turn around to look before the Champion slammed into her, sending her skidding and sprawling. Acting quick, Omar slammed his sword into the nearest lamp post, grabbing it and swinging it in a wide arc to send the lamp oil across the stone.
Tossing the lamp post aside, feeling the strain of the battle starting to push on him some, he snorted, only staring Glory down while she rolled onto her side. Then he sucked in a breath, blowing out a small stream of flame, just enough to ignite the oil, trapping Glory in a ring of fire and cut off from the rest of the battle. It would keep her contained for long enough, he guessed. He glanced over his shoulder to the other three. "Keep your heads, and stay on your feet! Try not to stay in one place!" He shouted before turning again and charging once more into the fray.
329 Words; Post 4
Attacked Glory (-50 Strength [Perm])
Used Fire Manip to Trap Glory
Omar's Stats:
Strength | 25
Wisdom | 100
Vitality | 100
Speed | 0
Cunning | 100
Agility | 30 |
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Post by galekxy on Aug 15, 2019 22:37:37 GMT -6
K E L S I F E R
Kell's head pivoted to where Omar shouted. He had just subdued the unicorn that Kell had distracted, and relief went through the unicorn. They really couldn't believe that they were doing all of this. They weren't combat trained at all, and it showed in how they were unable to fight directly- but any little bit helped. If they could just distract the enemies, then horses like Omar might be able to do a little bit more damage.
Omar seemed like a skilled horse, and Kell was keen on following him, thinking it best to stick close to someone who knew what they were doing. Kell ducked around a fleeing horse, only for a chevalier to appear in front of them, blocking an attack that Kell hadn't noticed. It was another labour slave, this one was carrying two swords. With the help of Regal, Kell shoved their shoulder into Opal, allowing the unicorn to become off balanced and Regal struck away one of the swords that she was carrying. Now they only had to worry about one sword that Opal was holding.
Kell and Regal used combined speed to disarm Opal -15 speed [permanent] -25 speed [temporary]
Regal has 3 posts left
Stats: Strength: 0 Wisdom: 100
Vitality: 65 Speed: 10 (35 permanent)
Cunning: 100 Agility: 90
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Post by hydrus101 on Aug 16, 2019 8:44:07 GMT -6
M I R I N A E• Aodh | Architect •
”I have earned my place in this world and I will not let you take that from me!” The rapid fire explosions nearly knocked her from the sky. Mirinae corrected herself just in time to avoid fully crashing into a building, but her hooves scrabbled against wall as she pushed off and away. What in the world?...
Looking down, her eyes narrowing at the crowd bolting down the street, following the stone path up as it lead to-
Her ears flattened. Slaves. A whole bunch of slaves with weapons.
“Ah shit,” Mira mumbled, and alighted on a roof nearby to hide. Various other winged equines shot up through the air in her direction, frantic and clawing at each other to get out of the way of the incoming wave, but she was safe, tucked behind a terrace.
Mirinae watched a group of equines gather and stand against them, observing quietly as they fought, cringing as she watched each slave or citizen fall.
She watched a small pegasus jump over a very angry looking slave wielding war hammers, a unicorn rapid fire beams of light at the slave as she dropped, another heavyset unicorn basically trap another in a ring of burning fire, and illusions and blessings firing left and right. It was like a very intricate, very deadly dance of some sort, and Mira wanted in.
Acting on impulse, the architect thoughtlessly leapt off the building and dive bombed the area below, the only thought running through her mind being “fuck it.”
Out of the corner of her eye, a rather fancy looking chevalier and what looked to be a artisan knocked a sword out of the grasp of quite beautiful looking labor slave. Shame she was about to get her face kicked in.
Dropping like a falcon, Mira tucked her wings in and came at the slave screeching, flaring her wings at just the right moment so she rammed into her side and knocked her over. As she fell, Mira snatched the sword from her grasp and tossed it towards the chev, skittering next to them on the pavement. Mira looked to Kelsifer and Regal, nodding in a “I got you” sort of manner before taking to the skies again.
WC: 337
Post: 2
Mirinae uses Agility to disarm Opal! -25!
Mira’s Stats
Strength | 25
Wisdom | 100
Vitality | 25
Speed | 25
Cunning | 100
Agility | 55
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Post by gone-astrayy on Aug 16, 2019 17:25:11 GMT -6
Evalynn | Artisan
Thankfully, Omar and Kelsifer were both fast reactors. The pair made quick work of the labor slave she'd momentarily paralyzed, leaving Evalynn free to head off and try and curb at least some of the destruction happening. There were several crates, boxes, and carts that were knocked over, some happening to have tumbled on top of unsuspecting victims. Rushing over, Evalynn began to dislodge the pile slowly so it didn't shift wrong and fall further on top of the horse below. Holding the supporting crate in her teke, she lifted it high enough for the horse to scuttle out, and they raced away without even a thanks or even a look back. She couldn't blame them really, as she looked around, it felt like a warzone.
Her eyes caught on Kelsifer again, they were battling against a rather fierce looking unicorn armed with swords. Kelsifer was able to knock into the slave, while Regal relieved one blade out of the unicorns grip, and shortly after, a Pegasus came shooting down from the skies, dropping on the unicorn and snatching the other blade before disappearing back up into the wind.
Evalynn charged forward to help Kelsifer, the quicker they were subdued, the quicker safety would be assured for everyone.
Thank Ignacio the children weren't here for this.
Jumping back into the fray, she saw the unicorn quickly right herself and prepare to fight. Not wanting to give the mare a chance to rally her wits, Evalynn rammed into the unicorn, avoiding the crystal growths that peppered the mares shoulders, and used her teke to grip the mares leg, yanking it out from under her. Between the weight of the Artisan, and suddenly losing a leg to stand on, the unicorn crashed once again to the ground, her head hitting the ground with a resounding crack!, her eyes rolling back as she lost consciousness. Evalynn suspected the mare would wake up with one hell of a migraine, if not a concussion, but she was effectively out of this fight. However, Evalynn wasn't about to let her get trampled, so she drug the mare back towards her forge, out of the general stampede and fighting range.
Word count: 363
Post: 4
Initial Strength: 75
Strength used: 25
Remaining Strength: 50
-15 Strength penalty: 60 remaining total
Opal now OUT |
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Post by hydrus101 on Aug 16, 2019 23:00:41 GMT -6
A H S I N• Aodh | Sanctum Attendant •
“I once would horde children like pretty trinkets to show the world. I would polish them till they gleamed, but in their brightness I saw only misery.” The action had continued even as Ahsin took a momentary breather. He wasn’t nearly as athletic as he had been years ago, but his people still needed his help, and by god he was going to do all he could, even if it killed him.
To his left, an rather loud slave had an artisan backed up against a wall, a gilded, rather flashy knife held to his throat.
The slave had his back to Ahsin, making it relatively easy for the Sanctum attendant to slip up behind him quietly. Amid the hustle and bustle, he was a silent as a shadow.
Planting his hooves and shifting his weight, Ahsin ran at the slave as quickly as he could manage. Throwing his entire weight into the assailant, Ahsin lowered his head and knocked them off kilter, wresting the knife away from them and holding it out in front of him defensively.
Ahsin wasn’t planning on using it. He had already cause enough violence today. He truly didn’t want to hurt any more people than necessary today, slave or not. The knife was a tool, nothing more.
Standing between Talison and the slave, Ahsin kept his eyes lowered, a dangerous glint in his eye. He couldn’t turn to free the artisan himself, the slave would surely attack but Ahsin wouldn’t attack them outright. He could only hope that they’d turn away or someone would come to the rescue.
WC: 237
Post: 3
Ahsin used disarm to help Talison!
Ahsin’s Stats
Strength | 50
Wisdom | 65
Vitality | 0
Speed | 25
Cunning | 75
Agility | 100
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Post by mariahwhy on Aug 17, 2019 7:19:28 GMT -6
LEXI
Aodh | Commoner
House Soleil
They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you Lexi grunted as she rolled herself onto her chest, not used to having the wind knocked out of her like that. She typically won the scuffles she was in. Partly because she only picked to fight with the slave and orphaned children she knew she could beat, and partly because anyone stronger typically backed off at the "I'm going to tell my mom on you" defense. That probably wasn't going to work here however.
She looked up as suddenly a concerned voice spoke above her - that red Artisan again, Kelsifer. "I'm fine," she said, tone gruff from annoyance at the slaves. Truly, she found it interesting that the unicorn would come to her aid. She was not used to that either.
As Kelsifer bounded away, she pulled herself to her hooves, just in time to feel a shoulder rest against hers. She looked up quickly, expecting the worst, only to find the kind face of a middle-aged sanctum attendant. He looked tired, yet a fire still gleamed in his eyes. She wanted to buck back at his statement that she was just a child, but at that moment she caught sight of the slave lying in pain on the ground with burn marks all over her face. The young pegasus looked up at Ahsin, face questioning, but he also ran back into the fray without another word.
She watched him go for a moment, still incredulous that these two strangers had made a point to make sure she was ok. But as a labor slave came charging towards her, unarmed, it dropped from her mind. Of course she wouldn't leave yet. How could she, with her wings making flight incapable. Might as well stay and fight. These slaves didn't seem so tough after all.
Wings tucked in to avoid further damage, she faked out the slave, ducking to the right at the last moment. She purposefully clipped the slaves back hoof with her own. This slave was not fast thinking enough, and went tumbling. Lexi didn't stop, and ducked and wove her way back into the jumble of bodies. She kicked here, and bit there. Never really providing much damage, nor taking more than a few cuts and bruises. But she disarmed and tripped and off-balanced slaves, creating a line of chaos as she went.
But as she moved she once more spotted Ahsin ahead, and she discerned his dilemma immediately. They held a slave at knife point, but the laborer was not backing down. They stood their ground against the attendant, a look Lexi knew well as a "just try me" intimidation tactic. She frowned, and looked around quickly. The slave was too dangerous for her to approach on her own.
Spotting the same pile of dislodged crates and carts as Evalynn had, her eyes lit up. Ducking other horses she rushed over and quickly pulled out a long piece of rope. She began to tie it into a makeshift lasso, eyes glancing back up to make sure the slave had not yet made a move against Ahsin. There was a reason she had asked for rope darts from the blacksmith. She had been practicing.
Without metal on the end the rope was weighted differently than she was used to, but the loop compensated for the difference to some degree. However, she would have been lying if she hadn't said there was some luck involved in landing the rope perfectly over the slave's head.
As the rope settled onto his skin the slave looked down, clearly more of a brawn than brains sort of horse, giving Lexi just enough time to pull it taut. The slave whipped his head up, looking at her, and she smiled. Her plan had been to race around the slave, catching his legs up in the rope and bringing him to the ground, but just as she leapt forward another slave ran between them. They had been completely oblivious to the rope, and ran straight through it, snatching the rope from her teke. Immediately the slave in front of Ahsin was dragged away, struggling to maintain his balance but easily losing the fight to the other's momentum on the rope. The passing slave went stumbling as well, legs getting tangled, and Lexi couldn't help but laugh out loud at her genius matched against their stupidity. In their panic, and with little wits between them, it would take the two slaves some time to free themselves from each other.
The pegasus jauntily trotted past them, and up to the attendant and artisan. The striped artisan sputtered a "thank you" to them both, voice wavering in anger more than fear, and left to join the resistance. Lexi looked up at Ahsin, "This is no place for an old softie." Her eyebrows were knit together seriously, but the twinkle in her eye and the smile at the corner of her mouth alluded to the joke underneath.
Lexi uses agility to free Talison
-25 to Agility
Lexi's Stats:
Strength | 25
Wisdom | 0
Vitality | 25
Speed | 25
Cunning | 50
Agility | 75 |
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Post by galekxy on Aug 17, 2019 7:51:27 GMT -6
K E L S I F E R
Before the unicorn could come at Kell again, a pegasus dove down and disarmed her. It was such a sudden thing that they had to do a double take at the pegasus who had helped. They recognized them as an architect. While the two had never overly interacted before, Kell was beyond grateful for this help. But the pegasus was gone before Kell could even say thank you.
Shaking out his head, they noticed the blacksmith was taking care of the slave unicorn now. That was good- the other artisan seemed to be strong and more capable than Kell would have been. That was now another slave they did not have to worry about.
There were still more to deal with. They noticed an unarmed pegasus who seemed to be waiting for just the right moment. Maybe he was looking for a weapon he could grab, or maybe he wasn't as dangerous as the others, but Kell wasn't going to take that chance.
Since he was unarmed, Kell made their way to him, but stayed a distance back. "Hey! What do you think you're all doing!?" Kell didn't have a weapon either, and didn't want to get closer to the slave while his attention was on them. Maybe someone else would be able to do something more.
Kell uses cunning to distract Falk
-10 cunning [permanent]
-25 cunning [temporary]
Stats:
Strength: 0
Wisdom: 100
Vitality: 65
Speed: 10 (35 permanent)
Cunning: 65 (90 permanent)
Agility: 90
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Aug 17, 2019 13:31:55 GMT -6
Charging again into battle, Omar slammed and shoved his way through the crowd, Jarl biting heels and watching his back. These were civilians, but they were putting up one hell of a fight. He was almost impressed, and proud. Still, he felt sad, knowing these slaves would likely get punished severely for their actions, made out of desperation and anger, in a desperate bid for freedom. He wanted to shout to them, to tell them to stop, to think of their families... But, it was unlikely that any of them still had them. Or knew where they were.
A shout from one of the other equines on his side caught his attention, and he saw the one they were shouting to, simply standing there. As well, they had appeared to have freed another, who appeared itching for a fight. Or to just spitefully attack the slaves that were rising up. Regardless, Omar galloped past the newcomer, booming, “You want to help, come on!” as he passed.
Galloping towards Falk, with Talison following, Omar again called, “Circle him!”, with Talison going one way, and Omar going the other. Jarl also spread out, and they circled Falk like a pack of wolves, and in only a moment, Omar leapt forward, shoulder checking Falk to send him flying, and Talison returned it with a pivot and a kick, throwing Falk into a stack of crates which crashed down on top of him, trapping him, leaving him disoriented, but alive.
Omar grinned, giving a tense laugh. “Good job, kid!” He called to Talison.
Omar and Talison worked together to trap Falk under boxes! FALK IS OUT.
Used Talison’s agility to trap Falk.
2 Posts remaining for Talison.
Post 5 | 259 Words
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Post by hydrus101 on Aug 17, 2019 14:08:52 GMT -6
M I R I N A E• Aodh | Architect •
”I have earned my place in this world and I will not let you take that from me!” Up above the chaos once again, Mira looked down, smirking to herself. Truthfully, she was pleased her little hit and run had worked. She wasn’t very heavy after all, but damn was she fast, and it only took a little to momentum to knock a Goliath off their feet.
Eagle eyes narrowing in, Mira scanned the scene quickly. She didn’t want to miss anything, but she also didn’t want to get taken out from someone below her on the street.
There.
Just a little ways from where she’d landed, a slave had a bow leveled directly at the chevalier she’d helped only moments before.
She loosened an arrow at them and only barely missed, not even taking a moment before drawing back the string to fire again.
There was her opening. Diving lower than she had before, Mira gritted her teeth, knowing that she’d likely cut it close and swooped towards Runa.
“I’ll take that, thank you!” she quipped, reaching for the bow as she drew closer. The architect however, had spoken too soon.
Runa had heard her coming just a few moments before she could grab the bow and quickly ducked, nearly avoiding Mira as she passed by overhead.
Startled, the hybrid mare flared her wings just as she was about to run into the wall behind Runa and threw her hooves out to catch herself. She hit the wall perfectly and took a few quick horizontal steps along the cracked stone before turning, pushing off, and leaping back down to speed by Runa again. As Mirinae flew by, Regal had come up behind the mare and grabbed the bow out of her grasp while she was distracted, quickly tossing it away before she could take it back.
WC: 289
Post: 3
Mirinae and Regal use combined Speed to disarm Runa! -25!
Regal has 2 posts left!
Mira’s Stats
Strength | 25
Wisdom | 100
Vitality | 25
Speed | 0
Cunning | 100
Agility | 80
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