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Post by Queerly on Jul 5, 2019 12:42:46 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Aodh Plot 807: The World is Shaking Team Leader: Etain Participants: Aidan, Misha, Jenko, Ruby, Cael, Isolt 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: Valorian spies have suggested that there will be an attack on Opulence, and the Crown has responded, bolstering her threadbare forces by temporarily reclaiming able-bodied pit slaves and accepting Champion volunteers. Desperate times call for desperate measures, after all. You were dispatched to the city nearly a week ago, and have been given the terribly droll task of patrolling the eastern vineyards. You have seen neither hide nor hair of kirin scouts, and honestly, you're starting to wish you would - if only to have something to do. Date: Time of Day: Early Morning Weather: sunshine, cool Location: Opulence, outer vineyards ya aint gotta wait for your leader to post
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 6, 2019 13:16:01 GMT -6
Ruby | Champion
Ruby really should've learned by now to just stop volunteering for shit.
This time at least, she was just bored out of her feathers instead of dealing with quaint and creepy villagers. Unfortunately, this lovely week long patrol has left the mare aching to just take to the skies without having to strain her eyes to watch for a threat that just wasn't there. Or at least, was taking its' sweet ass time to actually appear. Which was just rude.
Stretching her wings out wide, Ruby fluffed her feathers out against the cool morning breeze. Looking over at the others in her patrol, she wondered who would be the easiest for her to rile up. Starting shit was absolutely her forte, and boy did she love it. Granted, she usually dealt with rumors and gossip, but directly pissing someone off was just as fun. Besides, as long as she got entertainment out of it, who cared.
Locking her sights on her sibling, Ruby strutted over to Aiden, bumping her shoulder against his as reached him.
"Hey hotshot. How's it feel to be doing absolutely nothing for like fifth day in a row? Sure feeling useful now, aren't you?" Sticking her tongue out at her -now younger- brother, Ruby sighed dramatically.
Ignacio, how she was wishing for anything remotely interesting to happen.
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Post by brittlewren on Jul 7, 2019 5:36:46 GMT -6
 ÉTAÍNShe couldn't really complain about the enforcements sent to patrol, after all, they had been sent to protect her and her winery - and the other residents of Opulence of course - but Gods, she was not happy about having Chevaliers milling around her property. Sure, the kirins are a threat, but at least an ambush from them wouldn't blow her whole operation. The patrols had been running for a week and uneathered no new sightings. Not exactly a surprise, but as they continued to drag she could only cooperate and offer the patrons beverages. She'd been tempted to skip out on the endeavor entirely, but the thought of the mob wandering around her vineyards unaccompanied made her head ache. What if they damaged the vines while they were trampling about? What if the Chevaliers went snooping? The expense for either scenario was horrifying, and they were expenses she was sure the Crown would not be reimbursing. Her muzzle pinched at the thought of Isador. Entitled cunt. All he does is sit pretty up in his castle.
Bayan was scratching around at her hooves as usual, making the rounds and picking at tails and fetlocks as had become routine over the week. She'd given up telling him off at this point. Stupid cockerel never listened. "Go off and bother some of your hens," She muttered dryly, gaze flicking towards the group as the silver bundle hurried away again. Tugging her coat tighter around her, she could only purse her lips as the Champion filly started making jabs at the young Chevalier, Aiden. Why couldn't she be curled up in bed at home, buried in blanekts with Serviles tending to her needs. It was too cold to be out, and far too early. Clearing her throat, she turned her attention to the more mature members of the party - the two Chevaliers, Beyond and Misha, and the Pit Fighter Jenko. "I don't know about you lot, but I'm getting rather tired of this venture. Would any of you with more.. How do I put it? Militant experience.. have any suggestions on how to proceed? I'm sure there's an easier way that all this could be achieved, and certainly one that's less time consuming."
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Post by marinedoq on Jul 7, 2019 8:03:35 GMT -6
M I S H A
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Misha was never one to back down from a task. Any task could give experience, and that experience would make him better known. He knew better about his heritage now, but he wasn't ready to fully give up his dream of being a well-known Chevalier. Not as a bad one, but as a good one. However, this task had taken a while, and nothing had happened yet. Bored out of his mind, he'd gladly taken any of the offered wine, making sure he only drank what he could take. Nothing more, because what it something did happen. But as time had passed, it seemed less and less likely. Ruby, a Champion, was bothering one of their squires, Aidan. Etain didn't seem pleased with the ordeal, and Misha could understand that. It was then that she spoke up, asking for them to come with ideas. See if they could make things happen or at least figure out if anything was near.
"My best bet, other than wait as we already have done, if seeing if we can make a perimeter scan around Opulence. Two or three teams, meet halfway. Or for Ruby to fly again, spot any smaller weird places, see if anything sticks out. Other than that, I'm afraid I'm empty for ideas," he spoke up, looking around their little group. It'd felt hopeless to be here so far, nothing had happened. He hoped one of the others might have a better idea.
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Post by mariahwhy on Jul 7, 2019 10:08:30 GMT -6
Isolt | Labor Slave
The lack of activity did not bore Isolt. She had been terribly excited to once again be picked to travel out to one of Valore's surrounding towns, her mind never having ventured far from the thought of the awful kirins she had encountered since the trip to Hearth. She was pleasantly surprised, however, to find Opulence still full of life, its villagers continuing on with business as usual when they arrived. For the first few days she had intently taken in the newness of the place, studying its buildings and its horses. Now that they had patrolled the city more than a couple of times she was free to focus on their task - looking for any more kirins to show up. Well, it wasn't exactly her task. She had been brought along strictly as a pack horse. While she had exactly not been reprimanded for returning bridleless after the last excursion - she imagined thanks to Champion Omar's complimentary words - she had gotten a firm talking to before she was sent out about what her place was in this mission and not overstepping those boundaries again. She was happy to oblige, the packs on her back clattering softly with whatever ends-and-outs had been deemed necessary for their trip. But it did not stop her from being ready to warn the others at the first sign of a kirin as she kept an eye out from the back of the patrol. They would not sneak up on her this time! And if worst came to worst and she had to sink her teeth into one this time she certainly wouldn't mind. (Post 1: 269 words) |
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Jul 7, 2019 13:06:23 GMT -6
JENKO | PIT FIGHTER
He had been here for a week and had been taking this more seriously than he had to, trotting back and forth, swinging his spear about. Years ago, it all started with an attack on the Crucible and it had gotten to a point where him and his comrades had been deployed as labor workforces. Fast forward, he was stuck here with a bunch of strangers patrolling vineyards. How his life had gotten so complicated he had no idea. What mattered most to him is that he wasn’t alone. He was wary of both the Chevaliers and Champions. The first being obvious as to why, the latter due to the fact that Jenko couldn’t help but feel like the Champions had taken away what he was born to do: entertain.
He was holding Excandesco with his teke and stayed as close to Isolt as he could. Despite everything he had been through, one thing hadn’t changed: he had always considered other slaves as his friends and had always been protective of others.
One thing he was pleased about however is that he got to see Opulence with his very own eyes. Etain’s vineyards were incredibly beautiful as well, and for that he was thankful. He couldn’t wait to go home and tell Omari, his sister, his friends and his master.
He gazed at one of the vines he made sure not to touch, wondering how the grapes tasted like. Etain had offered beverages on several occasions, but he had to politely decline each offer due to his strict diet. A voice snapped him out of his stupor and surely enough, it was Etain.
“Ah, to be perfectly honest with you I’m not sure what the plan is. I’m the only pit fighter here…and certainly not fit for any military talk.” He said as he gave the mare his most charming, apologetic grin. “I will gladly assist you with anything you need, however, My Lady.” He added, swinging his spear confidently over his shoulder.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 8, 2019 15:13:02 GMT -6
Aidan | Chevalier (squire)
Aidan couldn’t quite belief the weird hectics his life had become. Not that anything particulary exciting was going on right now, but nonetheless the circumstance was surreal. First he was fighting a not as glorious as expected war in Sedo, next they had somehow won, possible rejection of their god still lingering at the back of his mind as he wandered back home. Then he came home to a mess that was kirins declaring war on them. Kirins, the ones he held high and revered. The once he had gobbled up the stories off. It seemed so... He wasn’t sure what it seemed like, but it felt off and between still seeing unsettling images in his dreams and the eerie lul of their duty as they awaited a not long ago mythical and unexpected enemy, Aidan felt on edge.
It was enough to make him pull away violently as if burned when his sister touched shoulders with him, heart beating wildly. He relaxed when he registered it was her, lips immediatly springing to a -be it fake- smile that didn’t reach tired eyes. “You know they wouldn’t let you come without the protection of the best,” he boasted, gesturing himself. In his mind a voice reminded him of how little use he had been in Sedo and he desperatly tried to ignore it.
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Post by DawnsComing on Jul 8, 2019 17:37:35 GMT -6
 Cael | Pitfighter
Morning dew was settling against Cael's wild red hair, sparkling lightly as the first rays of the sun peered over the horizon. Her ear twitched, allowing a few cool drops to run down her cheek. She had not moved from this spot on hours, the endless night weighing heavy on her back. Muscles ached from lack of motion, gold eyes squinted shut against the new morning light.
If anyone knew better, they likely would have suspected the pit fighter had fallen asleep, but truth be told it seemed few even remembered she was there at all. The laughter of the pegasus mare fell mumbled against he ears, as most of the chatter had that night. It was Etain's voice that pulled her back to reality and instinctively, the dark slave tuned in. Orders were all she ever seemed to take now and home was a far away memory.
"A flight by anyone would give away our own location to those who we have been sent to watch." Cael's low voice drolled in her half awake state. "And splitting up would likely get us killed. I could be wrong but were we not given direct orders to protect this boarder-line?"
Despite her own warning, she could feel the itch in her legs to fight. It had been so long since the mare had seen the ring, so long since she had stretched across the pit and sunk her teeth into something with vigor. But she was not about to go out looking for trouble on unknown land, not about to waste her life on a fight with godly equine. Still, the dullness of these patrols was getting to her and every minute spent standing here was another step toward insanity.
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Post by brittlewren on Jul 14, 2019 5:59:46 GMT -6
ÉTAÍN She eyed the Chevalier, Misha, as they spoke, nodding absently. More patrols was not what she had in mind, but perhaps if Ruby opted to scout for them.. "Yes, that could be useful-" Her attention was drawn to the appoloosa Fighter as he spoke, offering his assitance and pratically grooming her while he waved his spear around. "Well thankyou for your generous offer, Jenko. I'm glad to have you at my side." She smiled warmly. "My Lady". Pit Fighters these days honestly, they'd do anything for attention. At least he was armed, if they needed it. Her teke glanced over her dagger, hidden beneath the folds in her coat. It brought some comfort feeling the gilded hilt by her side. She wasn't completely helpless. The fiery maned Pit Fighter spoke up, breaking what felt like some sort of pact, judging by their silence. Etain's eyebrows lifted as Cael spouted remarks and nonanswers, the corner of her mouth twitching as they brushed off the suggestion of Ruby as a scout. "I suppose.." She started slowly.
Cool brown eyes fell upon the reedy form of the labor slave. Isolt? That was their name, right? Surely they were only a burden with all those packs on their back. Did they even carry a weapon? She seemed determined regardless, so maybe the extra set of eyes would come in handy. The chatter of Ruby and Aiden called her back, and she gave a resounding sigh. "If we shouldn't scout, and we shouldn't split up, then we're right back where we started. I think a scout would be good. It could help us gauge if there are any real threats nearby." She flicked her tail decisively as she glanced towards the youngsters. "Lets take a vote. What do you want to do Ruby? You are our proposed scout, after all."
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Jul 14, 2019 13:13:07 GMT -6
JENKO | PIT FIGHTER
“Pleasure is all mine, My Lady.” He replied as he dipped his head politely.
Jenko flinched as Cael spoke. The other pit fighter had been so quiet he had totally forgotten about her. He cursed inwardly. Out of all equines present he had forgotten about his kin. “Er…two of us. There’s two of us here!” He quickly corrected himself “My bad, Cael. You doin’ me a scare over there.” He continued as he offered the red haired mare an apologetic grin.
Cael had made some valid points regarding the scouting. Ruby was bound to be noticed if the Kirins happened to be nearby, but he understood where Etain was coming from as well. Jenko nodded, but didn’t say a word. He simply listened. He felt like he had no place to interfere, but he also felt like Etain or Ruby should have the final word, as much as he despised that being the case (for Ruby).
It wasn’t like him to be so quiet, but he figured that keeping his mouth shut for once might benefit him and the ones around him. He wasn’t the brightest tool in the shed, but he was smart enough to understand a more experienced equine should call the shots. Especially the one who’s at risk… After all, if a fight was destined to occur here, Etain’s Vineyard was at risk of burning to a crisp… and so was Ruby’s safety.
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Post by mariahwhy on Jul 15, 2019 20:36:48 GMT -6
Isolt | Labor Slave
Isolt was only half-listening to the chatter around her. On one hand, it wasn't her conversation to be in on. Eaves-dropping was no good for a labor slave. But it was amazing how she could tune out Etain and the chevaliers and champion, and yet listen intently to what Jenko and Cael had to say. She was much closer to their level, and while pit-fighters they were technically still slaves. She admired their strength and dexterity, and was still able to converse with them. She felt like their words were hers to be had as well, and tried to learn as much as she could from the two. It was difficult, though, seeing as the two seemed pretty different. Jenko came off as energetic, but a people pleaser - something Isolt appreciated. Cael was a quieter force to be reckoned with, but seemed very knowledgable. The group did not seem to progress much with their suggestions, but the laborer was impressed that they had asked for it in the first place. She wondered if maybe they wandered a little further outside the city, expanded their area a little, if they might see something. There obviously wasn't anything inside the border. But she did not offer her suggestion, and instead continued to pace behind the group.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 15, 2019 22:45:46 GMT -6
Ruby | Champion
Ruby didn't bother paying attention as the others spoke up. Likely, it how many more laps around the perimeter they wanted to do. However, she did turn a cheeky smirk to her brother as he spoke.
"If you're the best, maybe I should sign up, so they could have a new best." she poked her tongue out at him, mildly affronted that he'd give her his fake smile. Nevertheless, when she heard her name being brought up, she turned to the rest of the group, squinting at them. If they thought they were going to make plans that involved her, without her, they had another thing coming. Walking to the rest of the group, she realized they were indeed trying figure out a next move, that did indeed -potentially- involve her. However, she was so bored, she'd probably agree to pretty much anything.
Some of them wanted to take to the skies, scouting from above. Others seemed opposed to the idea, that it would give away their position to their, so far, tardy attackers.
"I can fly. I'm also blessed with the ability to form illusions. I can conjure a flying partner to distract them. Or make them think there are more of us. If they're even out there. We've seen neither hide nor hair from anyone who was a threat. Anyways, it'll give me something to do for the next little while, seeing as I'm the only one of us who can actually fly." She stretched her wings high, flicking her pinion feathers against noses as she did so.
"I'll even go down a little ways before flying up so they don't know our exact position." In all honesty, it was just to get more time to herself, and she could primp and preen her poor unused wings as luxuriously as she desired without receiving dirty looks. Trotting around the border, she figured she really wouldn't need to go too far, afterall, she really didn't believe there was a threat nearby. slowing to a stop, she looked back. None of the rest of them were in sight, no clues to there being a small troop.
Unfurling her wings, she braced herself before shooting up into the breeze. Wings beating madly, she pushed herself up beyond the vineyard, rising in a spiral. Keeping an eye out, she saw their group, pelts visible from way up high. Focusing on her blessing, she conjured a drab looking Pegasus, also seeming to pop up from where she did. As the illusion got close, she realized it didn't have ears, and moved more like a doll than it did an actual living being. She'd have to keep working on her illusions, but at least for now she hoped from far away, that it should look like another Pegasus.
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Post by DawnsComing on Jul 22, 2019 21:45:35 GMT -6
Cael | Pitfighter The pit fighter let out a sigh as the winged Champion took off without so much as a confirmation. While it was true illusions were a useful to her actions, Cael would have suggested she disguise herself as an animal rather than another equine (or multiple). If the kirins were near, they would likely care very little for who or what the trespasser would be but an animal would have gone mostly unnoticed.
'Whats done is done,' she spoke the words to herself, half hoping the mares careless actions might bring about something interesting. Tapping her hoof against the ground twice, she called for her familiar who was somewhere off chasing rabbits for a morning meal. It took only a moment for the canine to respond; hurling her hefty pitbull body over the grass and to Cael's side.
"Your going to want to stay close for a while," she commanded Rose, gold eyes looking down at her friends fawn colored pelt slicked with dew and bits of soil. "There might be some action coming this way." She glanced tentatively at the Labor Slave, wondering if they had any experience in combat. Jenko certainly did, being a fellow pit slave, and while she had never had the chance to clash with him in the ring she was sure he could hold his own.
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Post by marinedoq on Jul 24, 2019 8:24:19 GMT -6
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He looked to the pit-fighter, Cael, who looked less than pleased with Ruby's quick take-off. He understood her frustration, but on the other hand, nothing as happening either. Or had happened, for the past week. "Well, it's too late to stop her now, but I understand your concern Cael. For now, maybe we should just take a look around town, see if anything is out of the ordinary? Some of you blend in better than I do, but we might as well stick together in teams, just not right beside each other." He spoke up. Looking down at himself, his armour glittering in the sun. He certainly didn't blend in well, but the others were less flashy.
Waiting for Ruby to return, they might as well check the rest of town, see if anything was suspicious. If not kirins, then maybe something else he had to be wary off and report or do something about. He thought about having Étáin join him, maybe ask her about her winery and how it went, if there was anything to take notice off in Opulence. Or maybe Cael or Jenko, hear about their lives. After getting closer to Tiresias, he better understood some of the... less preferable positions in Aodhian society, but he hadn't spoken much with them nor did he know how lives for them were.
"I'm not sure if there's much else to do. Anyone got a preferred walking partner, or useful blessings we might as well get to know about? Wanna do a round of truth or dare while we wait?" He asked, the last part more as a joke than anything.
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Jul 25, 2019 15:16:14 GMT -6
JENKO | PIT FIGHTER
It looked like Ruby had already made up her mind without so much as consulting the others. “Hey, what are you doing?! Lady Etain hasn’t even made a decision yet-“ he complained, or at least tried to, only to be silenced by a mouthful of feathers. The sound he had made was somewhat between a choke and a cough and the feeling wasn’t pleasant in the slightest. It was official, he despised Champions.
“Yo! Not cool, dude!” he exclaimed as he spluttered the feathers up, but Ruby was already way too far away to hear his protest. “Show off…” he muttered under his breath as the feathers pooled at his hooves. In his humble opinion, the so called ‘illusions’ she could produce didn’t impress him much. He had expected something far more detailed, or at least recognizable…but it was too late to do something about it now. He opened his mouth to protest again, but nothing came out. All they could do is wait for Ruby to return. Misha was right. Patrolling was useless, they had covered every inch of the vineyards already, so they might as well take a look elsewhere. Although he wasn’t too fond on leaving the Lady’s lands unattended. “I have light manipulation. It might come in handy.” Jenko offered.
He looked down at the feathers he had coughed up a few seconds ago. Although wet and rather rough-looking at this point, he had to admit that the colors were stunning. He picked a handful of them up with his teke, blew on them and placed them in his mane. He then turned his attention to Isolt in the hopes of lighting up the mood. He felt like it wasn’t going to impress Cael in the slightest and he was far too petty to entertain Chevaliers (or Champions for that matter). Besides, he didn’t want Isolt to feel left out, especially if they were going to split the party up in teams.
If he was going to embarrass himself in front of his kin he was going to do it with humor and style, not by eating feathers. “Whaddya think, Isolt? Not too shabby for a pit fighter, huh? Aodhian models could never!” He exclaimed as he struck a dramatic pose. He knew such ridiculous acts could get him in trouble but he figured the Chevaliers had bigger problems to deal with at the moment. Like, a rebellious Champion flying off for example. His ears perked at the mention of truth or dare. It’s been a while since he had played it…and the pit fighter was game. “Now that’s a fantastic idea! I’m so down for a round!” he said enthusiastically.
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Post by mariahwhy on Jul 28, 2019 18:59:18 GMT -6
Isolt | Labor Slave
Isolt watched Ruby fly away, rather apathetic to the split-second decision. She wasn't sure the action would do much either way, but she wished she could be up there with her just for the sake of getting to do something. Jenko's coughing caught her attention, and she turned to him. Her face was blank as he complained about the champion. As a labor slave she could not voice such opinions, and was rather taken aback that the pit fighter would dare to. Isolt was even more taken aback when he turned his attention to her. His silly pose was so unexpected that she couldn't help but smile, a quiet chuckle bursting through. "Impressive," she laughed, holding back from saying more in case the others turned their attention back to them. It would be hard for them not to, with as flashy as Jenko tried to be. Thankfully his mind was once again pulled in a different direction at the mention of truth or dare. The paint put her head back down. She doubted it was really something the rest of the group would want to play, but she did not wish to join them even if they did. She couldn't imagine it would go very well for her.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 4, 2019 13:45:10 GMT -6
Aidan | Chevalier (Squire)
As they were deciding stuff, Aidan was quite preoccupied with his own feelings of uselessness. He didn’t even react to his sister playfully insulting him as he’d normally would. It wasn’t until she took off to the sky that he looked up, startled. Ig took him a few seconds to figure out what was going on, quick to give the labor complaining an annoyed look. If he wasn’t such a fanboy he would probably have said something. Servile slaves tended to be much better behaved. At least the ones he knew. Then he clued in on the fact his sister was out there, alone, with a bunch of killer kirins on the loose. Imagine the thought.
He gulped. “Should someone follow her?” He asked staring up. He was startled by a sudden laughter and he squeaked making a small jump. Looking aside wildly he noticed it was only the labour slave. “By Ignacio’s fire,” he exclaimed loudly, regaining his usual flair as sad thoughts were forgotten for a moment. “I forgot you were there!” He gave the slave a wide-eyed look before dismissing them again.
In the distance some bird whisteled carelesly. The day seemed entirely to happy for anything to happen.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 6, 2019 12:40:15 GMT -6
Well, shit!Is that… smoke, coming over the treeline? Yes. Yes it is. Smoke isn’t as unusual as it could be in the Land of the Sun, but the amount pouring into the sky is clearly more than someone’s burn pile. As you turn your attention southeast, you can tell that the source of the smoke is coming closer. There’s no time to rally any forces before kirins begin to emerge from the woods, setting fire to the fields as they come.
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Post by brittlewren on Aug 10, 2019 2:47:24 GMT -6
ÉTAÍN Ruby took off with dubiously little discussion, having suggested she use conjure another pegasus flying with her. Her lips pursed as Cael spoke, and she couldn't help but stifle a sigh. It seemed everyone was growing weary of this. And tempers growing shorter, too. Misha might've picked up on this, based on their suggestion of truth or dare. Jenko managed a peep out of Isolt, it seemed, and Etain hadn't been the only one surprised by that. Casting her eyes up to look for Ruby, her face pinched. Threading from the treeline, slowly at first, were grey smoke plumes. She would've assumed it was just land clearing in a nearby property, but they continued to grow. Billowing and dark. Six armored forms emerged from the treeline, with one Kirin in particular seeming particularly keen on setting her whole vineyard alight. Of course he was Blessed, Ignacio be damned.
"We have company."
Drawing her dagger, she whipped her head around to survey for any more appearing nearby. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Bayan harassing yet another equine. This one did not seem to be a kirin, thankfully. Falka? She'd seen them around Opulence, and she'd heard that they had no tolerance for kirins, to put it nicely. "Care to help us with this mess, lovely?" She called, beconing Falka over. Turning to her group, she glanced between them. "Falka, I need you to distract that small Kirin - get him away from the others and he'll be easy." Eyeing the clouded expanse overhead, she gathered Ruby had spotted the smoke as they had, and she couldn't be far off. "Now I'd really love to stop that dick burning a hole in my establishment, so if anyone would like to help me with him that'd be stunning. The rest of you take your pick, but if any of them are left standing on my property, you won't be when I'm done with you." With her quipped speech done, the buckskin kicked off towards Pele. She only needed to get within range of him, then she'd use her Memory Manipulation. That would be enough to distract him from his current task surely. Perhaps she could make him forget why he was burning her fields. That'd do the trick. As she drew close, reeling before the enroaching flames, she reached out to Pele with her blessing, feeling it worm around his head, searching for the reason he was here.
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Post by marinedoq on Aug 10, 2019 8:30:17 GMT -6
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One minute he was jokingly suggesting that they play truth or dare to pass time, the next they got attacked. They hadn't noticed nor made complaints about the smoke in the distance, not until it was too late and the kirins too close. Luckily, Etain was quick to get on her hooves. Misha kept his head cool, taking note on the many kirins and their various weapons and blessings. Out of all the kirins to attack, Etain goes after the big brute with the blessing of Ignacio's fire. For a short moment, the chevalier looks stunned, as Etain calls over some citizen and starts going for the Kirin. "Something needs to be done, and quickly. We can't afford to hesitate!" Misha yells out, before galloping towards the kirin that Etain and Falka seem to be distracting. However, Falka runs to attack someone else, but the kirin doesn't seem to take notice of it. Etain must be doing something to him, Ignacio knows what.
Taking advantage of how the kirin falters for a moment, Misha raises his sword and clashes it with the kirin's, making the sword fall to the ground, as the teke loses it's grip for a moment. However, by doing so, it seems the kirin momentarily gets back to earth, as Etain's blessing loses its grib for a moment. Not wanting to risk too much, Misha picks up the kirin's sword as he runs past, now headed for a champion stuck in a ring of fire. Skidding to a halt, Misha calls out to her. "Don't worry Mateo, we'll get you out!" Quick on his feet, he takes note of Mateo's situation, seeing that she's propped up against some wine barrels, with a ring of fire keeping her from getting out on the other side. "Mateo, duck! I'll clear a path for ya!" He calls out. Channeling his blessing, he aims a fiery breath at the top of the wine barrels. The fire quickly catches the wood. As the wood burns, the wine pours out of the barrels and onto the ground, somewhat dulling the fires. "Better jump over the barrels or through the fire, you got this!" He calls out yet again, looking as Mateo jumps and gets out. "Help us out in any way you can, we need to stop them!"
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Post by mariahwhy on Aug 10, 2019 19:27:48 GMT -6
*TW: blood, mild gore, and one instance of cussing*
Isolt | Labor Slave
Just as at Hearth the kirins had approached without their noticing until it was too late. They had been too preoccupied watching Ruby and her illusion to notice the smoke, the only indicator the kirins had given, and by the time the smell finally reached Isolt there they were, coming out of the treeline around the vineyard like they owned the place. She stood back for only a moment as the others sprung into action, that ingrained submissiveness making her think this was their fight, and she was to wait on them. But no. It was her fight too. It was all of Aodh's fight. She raced forward, spurred on by Etain's urgency to follow her and Misha in attacking the kirin burning the crops. Disarmed and hazy from the slowly disappearing effects of the memory manipulation, Pele watched Misha run away with his sword. "Fucker," he growled. But he had his fire manipulation and his brute strength. He could still do some damage, and seizing one of the weapons from these unprepared little shits would be easy work. But he did not account for the unarmed, bridled slave his eyes landed on. She was bearing down on him, the saddlebags on her back apparently doing nothing to slow her down. Isolt was nothing but sinew and muscle, a body trained by a long life of dusk-to-dawn bruises and scrapes, and she thought nothing of the impact in the moment before their bodies collided with a dull thud. Both horses went crashing to the ground, legs tangled. Pele kicked out, seething with rage that this mere slave had knocked him over. One of his sharp hooves caught the inside of one of her back legs, slicing it open. Isolt squealed, more in rage and indignation than pain.
How dare he. She flailed her own hooves in an attempt to propel herself away from him. As she rolled away the kirin took the chance to haul himself to his hooves. She tried to pull herself up but he leapt forward, sweeping down with his antlers in hopes of gouging her side. She rolled upwards, into the arc of his swing, and the sharp tine found purchase. In one swift motion Pele swept his head back, hoping to rip her hide open. But he had simply hooked onto the saddlebag, and as he jerked back Isolt managed to find her hooves, pulling away. With a snap the girth strap securing it to her body snapped. The force spun her around and pulled her back into a sitting position momentarily, but she was able to take advantage of his confusion at having the bag hanging from his antler to regain her forward momentum and find her hooves again.
How dare he threaten this city. Pele snorted and flung the bag away. "You're going to die fighting for a herd that won't think twice about your death," he growled, before jumping forward. She met him, hooves and teeth fighting to find their targets. While she was untrained in combat, she had the element of surprise on her side. A lifetime of suppressed defiance and aggression had broken through to the surface. Every ounce of anger that she had never shown to her superiors had turned into an unchecked loyalty that was was now being expressed as chaotic rage. While Pele's training far outweighed hers, he could not account for the melee combat that the labor slave brought forth. He landed only one hit for every five of hers, though his did more damage each time. They were slowly tearing each other apart, legs and bellies cut and bleeding. Many of Isolt's attacks were met with impenetrable scales, but every time her hoof resounded off of one it only inspired further anger towards the kirin. Through the fog of passion came one bit of clarity: if she was to win, she would have to land a disastrous blow. If she didn't kill him, he would kill her. But his neck was covered in scales, and she'd never penetrate them. She would not be able to get the momentum behind an attack to pierce his stomach either, though it was unscaled. There was only one place she could truly tear into. How dare he threaten Aodh. She struggled against him for a moment, their chests holding each other upright as they grappled to gain the upper hand. Suddenly, she pressed her green front hoof into his stomach, launching herself away from him. She kicked out with her back legs as he dropped to the ground and instantly started after her. He threw up his head to avoid the hooves, but she had already begun to spin back towards him, raising up on her hind legs. He began to rise to meet her, but was not fast enough to stop her hoof from coming down over his one eye. He yelled, eye squeezed shut but bleeding, and rose again this time in a true blind rage. Now she came from under him, and as he dropped to the ground she reached up and grabbed the small bit of exposed skin in his throatlatch. It was right where the scales started on his neck, and they cut her lips and gums, but the pain only made her bite harder. He screamed, taken by surprise. Trying to jerk away he kicked her with his front hooves, slicing her shoulder while trying to rise off the ground, but she would not let go. She tasted blood almost immediately, and slowly she could tell that she was getting deeper. She just had to hang on. His struggling was his own downfall. Jerking his head to the side he tried to grab Isolt with his own sharp fangs, but the motion finally tore the skin out of her grasp. Now completely discombobulated by pain and bloodloss his head only smacked her own temple, and she stumbled backwards. Head spinning, she squinted to see him backing up, almost like a wild animal, confused. He couldn't see. His neck was torn open and blood was pouring out, dripping onto the ground as if she had opened a faucet. And she supposed in some way she had. One of the unspoken jobs of a labor slave was to clean up Aodh. And there was a lot of that. Executions, the Crucible, the constant enemy attacks they now faced. She was no stranger to bodies, and to what brought them down. Just like a city they were all made of important building bricks and materials, and just like a city they could all be torn down. She watched as he fell to the ground, first on his knees, then very heavily to his chest. The ground around him was so dark now, but she only offered him a blank stare. She had seen many a horse die. There was nothing exciting about it. Isolt spit the blood out of her mouth - both his and hers - and turned away, ready for whoever might come next.
(Post 4: too many words...)
Isolt uses vitality to attack Pele. Pele subdued.
-25 to Vitality
-10 to Vitality (permanent)
Isolt's Stats:
Strength | 100
Wisdom | 0
Vitality | 65
Speed | 75
Cunning | 0
Agility | 90
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Aug 11, 2019 15:32:25 GMT -6
JENKO | PIT FIGHTER
Warning: gore and cursing
For a moment, he could smell something weird and before he could even think of the possibility, they had already emerged from the treeline. “Shit…” he cursed. To say that moments ago he had been taking this task seriously up until someone had offered to play some stupid game. Idiot. You fucking idiot. He thought to himself as he drew Excandesco close. Out of all times you could have had the opportunity to relax you laid your guard down at the worst possible timing. Ignacio have mercy… he continued, pointing Excandesco forward.
It was a confusing situation. To say that the creatures they once revered were now their sworn enemies. How times had changed. He believed they were all Ignacio’s children…But he also believed there was no time to lose. In the end, the ones Ignacio favors will survive.
His eyes fell on a small Kirin. He was pretty, but he had to be taken care of no matter the cost. Even if that meant mutilating his face to the point of no return. “Your wish is my command, Lady Etain.” He spoke as he turned to face Falka. “I think we’ve got our sight on the same Kirin. Say, care to kick ‘em back to the curb?” Falka nodded, smiling wickedly. That was all Jenko needed to know. “Let’s go! For Aodh!” He yelled as he charged forward at an impressive speed, Excandesco resting firmly in his grasp. “We’ll surprise him by attacking him on both sides. He can’t possibly dodge two incoming attacks at once.” Jenko offered, parting to the right. “Or you can distract him as Etain instructed while I sneak up behind him. I’ll deliver a fatal blow where I can. The sooner we finish them off the better. Sounds good to you?” Falka nodded. “Good. May the Sun shine on you.” He offered as he dashed off, focused on the task at hand.
He had to carefully navigate between burning crops and clashing bodies. The smoke was growing thicker by the minute and Jenko knew he had no time to waste. It was going to be the Kirin or them.
-- He rounded up behind the small Kirin. Falka had done a great job of isolating him, the latter seemed more interested in picking a fight with her more than anything anyway. Blows were exchanged, which gave Jenko the opportunity to see where he could struck. It was hard to do so with the amount of smoke and fire around him, but he noticed the Kirin had no scales in between his shoulder blades. Or at least that’s what it looked like. Jenko decided he would take the chance and struck him down with one, strong blow using the pointy end of his spear. He stifled a cough as he charged forward in the hopes of staying unnoticed, holding the blade up and he drew closer, only to be propelled by a wall when he was about to hit him. Jenko fell backwards with a hard thud “Hang in there, Falka!” was all he could muster as he tried to stand up.
He shook his head vigorously in an attempt to make the ringing in his ears stop. He looked up, dazed, only to be greeted by a leaping figure carrying a weapon. Jenko instinctively rolled away just in the nick of time, avoiding the bigger Kirin’s blow to the head by a hair. Jenko struggled to his feet as quickly as he could while suppressing another cough and possibly throwing up, but the armed Kirin had already pushed him back down and was drawing what looked like an arrow, giving Jenko no time to spare. His head was pounding but he refused to let the Kirin get the best of him. “Force fields, huh?…I see.” He started, knowing well he had to act quickly if he wanted to live. “But my blessing is cooler!” Jenko exclaimed as held his spear up defensively, releasing his Light Manipulation on the armed Kirin. The flash wasn’t enough to damage the kirin's vision, but judging by the way the Kirin bounced back it was enough to momentarily stun him. Falka had called him over. She had to call him again for him to recognize her through the thick smoke. He tried to stand up, but the impact of the Force Fields had visibly injured him. He knew for a fact that it was one. Galloway, his best friend, was also blessed with them. He had seen a fair share of them when Gallow was still at home.
He picked Excandesco up with his teke, ordering Falka to hold the smaller Kirin in a hold if she could. She had managed to wrestle him a little closer to where he was sitting. Now was his chance. He silently thanked Falka for her incredible work, pointed Excandesco forward and thought to himself I will be your beacon of Light, Smoldering sun. I promised you I would…And with that, he launched his spear forward with all of the strength he could muster, hitting the smaller Kirin right in the face. It was more than enough to pierce his jaw and make him bleed but not enough to instantly kill him. The Kirin screamed. It was the worst sound Jenko had ever heard but he didn't regret it. He had a promise to uphold.
Jenko tried to stand up once more, now directing his attention to the stunned Kirin.
JENKO attacks KIRAN with the help of FALKA
JENKO uses Light Manipulation to distract TALOUSE after TALOUSE blocked his attack
-- POST: 4 WC: 881 (I went overboard with this I'm sorry)
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Post by gone-astrayy on Aug 12, 2019 2:19:59 GMT -6
Ruby | Champion
At first, the tower of smoke gave Ruby little head, it was a sight all too common in Aodh, from burning brush away, to rather outrageous bonfire parties. She knew all about the last one, often times hosting them. However, the plumes began to swell and spread, and she was angled her wings, diving a little lower to get closer to see what the hell was going on. However, the glinting of the sun against scales had Ruby drawing back.
Kirins.
Tempted to divebomb them, the Champion held back, knowing she'd quickly be struck down and she didn't care for her chances when so greatly outnumbered. Instead, she turned, intending to go and warn the others, when arrows began to fly at her. Looking down, a white and golden kirin was sending bolts her way, and though they had impressive aim, Ruby simply flew higher, watching gravity take its' toll on the arrows, falling harmlessly back to the ground, and Ruby hoped like hell some of those arrows penetrated the asshole who was firing at her. She hoped she'd have a chance to actually fight him before the day was done, so she could take her revenge on his attempts to ground and kill her.
The vineyard was steadily going up in flames as the kirins continued on their warpath, and she watched as below several of her herd mates began to clash with the kirin. While she was no stranger to death, having watched several times as her or her siblings demand a commoner's head for anything from grave insults to theft, she had to admit, watching the labor slave.... Isolt? essentially rip out one of the kirins throats? It was brutal. It certainly didn't help that the blood was everywhere, covering the ground, Isolt, the dying kirin. Idly, she wondered if Lilith could demand Isolt be sold to her. Ruby would love to have Isolt as a pit fighter. If they all survived this, she'd have to talk to her mother about it.
Time to join the fray though, as it were. Tucking her wings to her body, she dove quickly towards the battle. Scanning the field, she aimed for a kirin, that had they not been her enemy, she probably would've had a huge crush on. Aiming straight for the rose gold scaled kirin, she pulled out of her dive in time to unfurl her wings and jam her hooves directly into the kirins spine. Pain rippled up her legs as she connected, but along with the force of her dive, as well as her weight, she was positive it hurt the kirin more. Wings now working overtime to quickly to get out of the mares range, she strained against the lack of wind so close to the ground. Somehow though, she'd missed the fact that the kirin was holding a Warhammer, and felt the hammer hit her in the chest. It was a hard enough blow to knock the wind out of her, and she landed roughly, stumbling as she fought to stay upright.
"Lucky shot, spots. It's a shame you're pretty because I'm really going to need to stop you, and by any means necessary. You are ruining a perfectly good vineyard, even if it isn't my families." Giving the kirin a smirk, she ducked as Jace swung the Warhammer with a battle cry. About to make another smartass remark, Jace took the advantage and lunged forward, aiming to sink her teeth into Ruby. Startled, Ruby pulled back, but still felt teeth piercing the flesh on her neck. Feeling blood trickle down her fur, she glared at the kirin.
"How dare you! I am from the Noble House of Soleil!" While she was used to being pushed around in training, no one had ever dared to actually inflict any real wounds on her, lest they face the wrath of the matriarch of the family, Lilith. As such, Ruby was used to winning, or at least not getting injured to the point of blood being drawn. Perhaps she was still really not grasping the fact that the kirins were here to literally murder them, or she didn't think as the daughter of a Noble, that she'd be targeted or actually affected.
Before the kirin could attack again, or even mock the young champion, a dingy, dirty looking mare came running up, quite fast considering. The mare rammed her shoulder into the kirins flank, and Ruby used the distraction to quickly snatch the Warhammer's handle in her own teke and pushed herself skyward, feeling the force of her own momentum yank the hammer out of the kirins grip. The teen wasn't sure at that point whether she or her pride was more wounded at that point, but she flung the Warhammer as far as she could, aiming for the forest the kirins had yet to enter. Winded, Ruby scanned the field again, trying to catch her breath. If this was what real fighting felt like, her training and fights thus far were nothing but jokes, and she wondered how many of her fellow champions mocked her behind her back.
Word count: 852
Post: 3
Initial speed: 25
Speed used: 25
Remaining speed: 0
Falka has 2 remaining uses
Jace now disarmed
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 12, 2019 14:10:14 GMT -6
Aidan | Chevalier (Squire)
Aidan had little time worrying over his sister as soon smoke filled the air and kirins were spotted in the distance. Aidan swallowed dryly, trying not to be impressed by their beauty, morbid as it were considering their intentions. It seemed quite unreal to him that the characters of his fairy tales stood here before him in all their glory, only to act as the villain of this tale rather than the hero. Another cruel twist of faith indeed.
There was even less time for contemplation however as the enemies drew near fast. They were clearly not here for some wine and a chat. Quickly it was war all over again, everyone around him fighting. He took a deep breath, trying to shut everything out, everything down, the noise, the light, the smells, until his mind was calm, well perhaps not calm, but focused. He stopped quivering, the stress of battle pushed aside and survival kicking in. His line of sight went towards Jenko, not even blinking at the scene, dully kicking the legs out of under the dazed and distracted kirin and delivering a swift second kick to the hurting head. Screams reached deaf ears as he tossed over rope to Falka and worked quickly to get them bound.
Post 3 | 210 words
Aidan used trap on Kiran
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Post by DawnsComing on Aug 13, 2019 18:54:39 GMT -6
Cael | Pitfighter
The smell of ash was nothing unusual to the lands of Aodh, but as Cael's sight followed ruby through the sky landing on the thick black smoke consuming the trees, she knew trouble was coming. Within second the Kirin emerged from the tree line, fire spitting from their mouths consuming the vineyard. A wry smile crossed the pit fighters lips, awaiting the moment for Etain's order to attack.
"Let's go, for Aodh!" Jenko's cry was like a trigger and already the dark mare was off and running. Gold eye's set its sights on Desmond, the tall broad shouldered kirin charging right at her. Head down, Cael moved to hit him head on; to judge his abilities just as she did with opponents in the ring. But the Kirin was swift, and with ease faked to one side to avoid her. He was faster than her let on, his movements fluid like a flickering tongue of fire. She would have to change her strategy.
Whistling to Rose, the canine moves in beside her a flash of white teeth glinting in the light of the now surrounding flames. She lunged forward again, this time preparing herself for Desmond's speed. She would aim for his shoulders as he tried to move past her, Rose tripping him up at his hooves. But even so, his speed outmatched her's and both sets of teeth fell on air. A sharp pain flashed across her girth as the Kirin smacked her with his antlers. She stumbled sideways, remaining on her hooves but feeling the deep throb within her lower back. That was going to leave a nasty bruise.
Catching Mateo's eye, Cael inwardly sighed. She was not used to asking for help Desmond's speed and agility was not something she was sure she could handle alone. "Mateo," her throat felt dry and strained through the thick air of smoke. "Let us take this beast down together." With another war cry, Cael charged Desmond again, Rose at her heels. This time, she was the one that faked to his right, Mateo at his left. The Champion aimed a sharp hoof at Desmond's shoulder and as he moved to avoid the assault, Cael moved past him and kicked out hard at his hind legs. the Kirin tried to avoid this assault too, stumbling as he did so. Rose found her place beneath his weight and too off balance to recover, Desmond fell hard against the uneven ground tangling his back hoof in some old grape vines.
Cael traps Desmond using Mateo
Agility 75 - 75 (agility) = 0 (Cael)
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Post by brittlewren on Aug 13, 2019 20:01:58 GMT -6
ÉTAÍN Misha and Isolt helped make relatively quick work of the fire-breathing Kirin, no thanks to their numbers, she was sure. Three on one wasn't exactly fair, but given the chance the Kirins would do anything they could to get their way. Misha had managed to wrestle the Kirin's sword from them before rushing off to free Champion Mateo, and Isolt rushed in with surprising force and tact, tusseling with the armored brute until he was eventually brought to his knees. The pair were bloodied, and though she had considered charging in herself she clearly needn't worry. The Labor Slave could take care of herself, apparently.
Her focus was torn from the bloodied ground and lifeless body of the Blessed Kirin, called to attention by Jenko's cry. She watched his charge, and his fall as forcefields obstructed him from the small, unarmed Kirin. Racing towards them in bounds, she kept her dagger close, and readied, because by Gods she'd need it before this was done. Her narrowed eyes locked onto the perpetrator; a pale Kirin, adorned in golden scales and antlers. Jenko was clashing with them, narrowly avoiding a blow to the head, before arming himself against Kiran. Sweeping around an isle of burning grapevines, Etain cursed the Kirins and the damage they had done. How dare they try to ruin her! Burning crops was barbaric, and as primitive and low as warfare could come. Gripping a smouldering, woody vine in her teke, she cut it clean from the rest with a sweep of her dagger. Tossing it up a few times, she knew it was bulky, but whether it was enough to do some damage was questionable. She had her dagger for that.
Weaving around the flames, she drew close enough to Talouse, pitching the heady chunk at them when their attention was elsewhere. "You'll pay for what you've caused here!" She cried, launching herself at their bare side. Stay away from those fucking antlers. That's all she had to do. Forcefields sprung up before her, and she slammed into them with notable force. "Mateo, I could use some help over here!" Grunting, she backpeddled heavily, as far out of their reach as she could - not that it would do much, with that bow of theirs. But at least she had their attention, all she had to do was hold it, and give one of the others an opening. "Your fire-breathing companion is dead," She spat, dancing around the flames as they gathered heat. "And if you continue to trample around my property, you'll be meeting the same fate." Talouse loosed an arrow, hurling curses at their new adversary. Etain skittered to the side, but not quickly enough, as fate would have it. A sharp pain pierced her shoulder, and she stifled a cry. It'd pierced right through her coat too, the bitch. Clearly someone wasn't happy about losing one of their heavyweights. "Pele was worth more than you ever will be!" They screamed, notching another arrow as they threaded through the ravenous fire. A form leapt through the flames at the pale Kirin, colliding with them and engaging them in some sort of battle-induced dance. "About time," She muttered, advancing again - a little more slowly, albeit - as Mateo kept Talouse occupied.
WC: 542 | Post #4
Etain uses Mateo to distract Talouse
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Strength: 30
Wisdom: 25
Vitality: 60
Speed: 50
Cunning: 80
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Post by marinedoq on Aug 14, 2019 13:36:52 GMT -6
M I S H A
aodh
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Thanks to Etain, Misha had been able to disarm Pele, and soon after, he saw one of the slaves, Isolt, make a run for the kirin. He watched in awe, as Isolt tore the kirin apart, doing everything possible to take Pele down. The blood was soon everywhere, covering the ground around the fighting horses. All Misha could do was watch. However, he soon tore his eyes away, knowing this was only the first kirin to go down. Looking around, he could see that Mateo had gotten out safely, and was aiding the other's in their fights. He soon saw Ruby evading arrows being shot towards her. Luckily, she flew higher than the arrows could reach, and was soon by their side, assisting in disarming another kirin. Around him, the other slaves were fighting as well, doing their best in trapping and attacking the kirins. Turning around, he saw Mateo and Etain fighting another kirin. Armed with a bow and a blessing - force fields. Running towards them, he saw as Etain was cast back, as she jumped into the force fields, that the kirin quickly put up.
With sparks at his hooves, Misha took a sudden turn, heading to Aidan who was trapping one of the smaller kirins. "Great job Aidan! Bet you'll be a full fledged chevalier soon!" He panted with a grim smile, before turning to Falka. "I need your help one last time. We need to disarm that fucker, before he hurts more of us" He called out, nodding in the direction of Talouse. Misha turned around, watching for Falka to follow and then ran back towards Talouse, watching as Mateo fought with him. He was glad he was wearing armour. Although it wasn't much, it'd be effective if he got up close - if he could get that far. It didn't seem like this blessing would weaken anytime soon, so his best bet was for Falka and Mateo to distract him enough, so that Misha could get up close. Before he could command Falka, he saw her storm towards the kirin. With both Mateo and Falka in play, Talouse was busy. It'd be hard to keep an eye on two fighters at once, let alone three.
Without a second thought, Misha stormed forward. Holding up his shield and sword with his teke, he shielded the arrows that came flying, while trying to get around the kirin. He let out a roar as he felt an arrow nearly missing him, but leaving a bleeding gash on his leg. Much to his luck, Mateo and Falka did a good job of distracting Talouse. In a split second, when a force field had just erupted from Talouse's blessing, Misha got close and made a cut at the bow. Talouse turned in the same moment, cursing at the distraction, and held up the bow to meet with the sword. Misha's sword met the bow, but to no good - it bounced right off. Not holding back, Misha kept making cuts and stabs at the kirin, while Falka helped him out. It wasn't long before they both attacked at the same time, and Misha managed to cut the strong of the bow, making the weapon useless. Talouse threw it away in anger, and set up a force field, causing Falka and Misha to fall back. His leg was still bleeding, and he noticed the many cuts he'd gotten from the kirins hooves and horns while fighting to disarm him. As he looked over, Falka seemed to have suffered worse from the force field, taking deep breaths and laying on the ground. "Great job Falka!"
... ... Word Count: 605 Post #4 Misha disarms Talouse using Falka. Falka is out.- speed down to 35, back to 60 next round - agility down to 20. back to 45 in two posts. strength: 85 wisdom: 45 vitality: 60 speed: 35 (-15 permanent penalty from disarming Pele, -25 temporary from disarming Pele) cunning: 75 agility: 20 (-25 permanent penalty from disarming Talouse, -25 temporary from disarming Talouse) |
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Aug 14, 2019 15:03:45 GMT -6
JENKO | PIT FIGHTER
WARNING: GORE
“Perfect timing, Aidan. You have my thanks.” Maybe not all Chevaliers were bad after all. He had to hand it to them, especially Isolt and Etain. They may not seem like it but both were forces to be reckoned with. He couldn’t be more relieved to see them standing their ground. He was bleeding, he could smell it. He could feel the warm liquid dripping down his face. A feeling all too familiar, yet one he had almost forgotten about. He winced as he shifted to his side, staring at the chaos that laid before him. For a moment, it felt as though time had slowed. All he could see was fire, smoke and screams that filled the air… and to think the Crucible was bad. The fights were nothing compared to what was going on. He glanced to the side as another one of his comrades bit the dust. Something stirred inside him, snapping him back to reality as he watched the Aodhian fall.
“Leave some for me, will ya?” He said to Misha as the latter had called Falka over. “Give him hell, Falka.” He added, smiling faintly. What the hell was he still sitting there for? They needed him. They were counting on him. He can’t just sit there and struggle. He had a promise to uphold. He had to protect them, even if it meant putting his own life at stake to save another. Screw whatever feud was going on between him and Chevaliers. They were no longer the issue. Not here, not now. Omari crossed his mind for a moment. Not today. He thought as he dragged himself up, biting through the pain. Bastards. He picked his Spear up with his teke and dragged it towards him. To Hell with you.
If the scaled bastard thought he could get rid of Jenko this easily he was sadly mistaken. Jenko charged forward with Excandesco in hand. To Hell with you all! To see Falka and Misha injured angered him even more. To see Etain losing all of her hard work and take an arrow to the shoulder was enough to make him snap completely. He fastened his pace, not taking his eyes off the now disarmed Kirin. He had to be careful not to hit anyone as he got closer, seeing how many were present at the scene. For Umbra.
Falka had fallen. For Gallow. For Lady Scarlette. For Liana. The thickness of the smoke from the ring of fire surrounding them was starting to make Jenko’s eyes water. For Omari. Jenko drew in a sharp breath as he jumped, crossing the ring of fire. After all, Aodhians didn’t call him the phoenix for nothing. For Aodh. Once again, it felt as if the world around him had seized to exist. Everything was going in slow motion. He could feel the wind in his mane as he approached the Kirin, the warmth of the flames licking at his hooves, the pain in his throat as he roared in anger. Talouse’s head snapped as Jenko’s flying frame came into view. He was setting up another force field, but was ultimately outsped by the Pit Fighter this time. All it took was a split second of inattention and another to split his skull open with a sickening crack. Jenko had hurled the blade right in between the Kirin’s eyes as the latter turned to face him. The Appaloosa lost his balance as he landed but the Kirin was defeated.
He regained composure as the Kirin’s body crumbled to the ground, ripping Excandesco from the skull with his teke. “Aodh sends their regards.” He spat as he stared at the now dead Kirin. It truly was a shame that it had come down to this. Jenko grimaced. He closed his eyes for a moment then made his way to his comrades. “Are you alright?” he asked, concerned. “The smoke is growing thicker. We need to leave. Does anyone need to be carried?”
POST: 5WC: 659
JENKO ATTACKS TALOUSE. TALOUSE IS OUT.-10 vitality (= 90 vitality remaining). |
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Post by mariahwhy on Aug 14, 2019 18:26:49 GMT -6
Isolt | Labor Slave
Everything was red. Whether it was the blood running over her eyes, the bloodlust in her veins, or just the fire growing all around, Isolt's body was shaking. Her adrenaline was dropping, and she shook her head, suddenly dizzy. Her cuts were already clotting due to all the dirt and ash, except for the deep gash inside her back leg. Every time she moved the drying blood cracked, and more would well out. It would certainly require stitches, and some pressure might not be a bad idea. But now wasn't the time. A pair of antlers caught her attention through the flames. They were fast moving, locked on some unseen target. Just the sight of them brought her blood back up to a boil, and she jumped forward, exhaustion forgotten. As Isolt rounded the row of burning vines she saw the kirin that the antlers belonged to, now in heavy combat with a young, striped chevalier. The labor slave had never seen the mare before, but her armor was very obviously Aodhian. She was fighting with everything she had, but the kirin had her backed into a precarious position with some flames directly behind her. Isolt rushed them, not so much to help the chevalier, but to dispose of the kirin. Pele had awoken a madness within her, and she would not stop until all the opposing kirins were dead. Or she was. Whichever came first. The kirin was certainly nothing like Pele, but he was no novice either. His ears swiveled at the sound of Isolt's hoofsteps, and he swung on her. He rose to meet her attack, landing a swift blow to her shoulder. She stumbled, but pulled herself back up quickly. Out of the corner of her eye she noted that the chevalier was still writhing in pain, despite all of the kirin's attention being focused on Isolt. Was she deeply wounded? The signs of a pain infliction blessing would have been obvious to someone that had seen it before, but it was not one that crossed the unicorn's mind at the time. She ignored the chevalier. After all, she couldn't help her with the kirin in the way. And so this time she went in, kicking and biting in such a chaotic way that the opponent had a hard time countering each blow. Her flailing confused him at first, but the longer it went on the more frustrated her got. "Hold still, you bitch!" he finally growled, and suddenly a strong force had grabbed her bridle. His teke held tight, snatching her head to the side so that she could no longer bite him. The noseband tore into her skin. She squealed in indignation, and kicked her front hooves harder. She could feel his hide tearing with the sharp points of her hooves, but then his pointed teeth sunk into the side of her neck.
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Isolt uses strength to attack a random kirin that has Chai pinned down with pain infliction.
-25 to Strength
Isolt's Stats:
Strength | 75
Wisdom | 0
Vitality | 65
Speed | 75
Cunning | 0
Agility | 90
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Post by DawnsComing on Aug 15, 2019 20:07:43 GMT -6
Cael | Pitfighter
Blood pounded through the mare's ears, the sounds of war drowned out by her own racing heartbeat. Looking down at the kirin struggling in the woody vines, the fighter moved to strike another blow. That was until she heard the squeal of pain and anger behind her. Golden eyes fell the source behind her, taking in the small labor slaves form as she struggled to free herself from the grips of the enemy.
A white hot rage sunk into her then, the sight of the mare's struggles lending speed to her hooves. There was no time to think, instinct taking over. With a rush of furry Cael slammed headlong into the kirin's shoulders, knocking all 3 equine to the dirt in a flurry of limbs.
Shaking her head furiously to quell the ringing in her ears she stumbled uneasily to her feet. As dust settled she blinked around for signs of Isolt, hoping the blow had been enough to release her from the kirin's grip but not enough to injure her. "Isolt!" She called, gaze settling on a dazed figure before her. The labor slave looked stunned but relatively unharmed. "I hope I was not too rough on you. Are you alright?" Before there was time for a reply, a dark shadow burst through the cloud of debris; antlers drawn. The world seemed to hault before her for a moment, the sharp edge of the Kirin's weapons aiming for a fatal blow. She tried to move to his side, avoid the oncoming attack but it was already too late. A spear like tip cut deep into her collar bone with a snap. As the weapon retreated the are felt her front leg go numb, the pain dulled by adrenaline. She fell, legs buckling beneath her weight. Was it over already?
Through blurred pain, the fighter could make out the figure of the kirin turning back to his other victims, one of them still slumped against the ground. Cael did not know her, could barely register the striped equines face through half lidded eyes. The distant barks of a dog whispered in her still pounding ears. A growl and a yelp as she saw Rose nipping at the kirins legs.
Cael was not one to make many friends; there was no time in the life of a slave. She was regarded as moody and unpleasant by many including her fellow pit fighters and years ago such things would not have mattered. She lived to serve her master and now her Mistress. But these past few months she had come to like something about the dysfunctional party she was thrown into. Their quirks, their bad sense of humor, their brash unforgiving nature; it somehow reminded her of home. She could not watch them die here.
She had not even realized she had found the strength to stand again, not even noticed her drive to protect had pushed her back up and poised to attack. The wind around her thickened with static causing black fur to stand tall. Fiery hair grew wild, flowing with the energy that seeped from her form. She would not let this go on any further.
"Rose, get back!" Cael's yell echoed against the trees. What had once been heavy smoke turned to clouds black with storms. A low rumble shook the air before flashes of lightning struck the earth. Kirin were immune to Ignacio's gift, immune to the burns and pain that electricity caused mortal bodies. But am impact would have enough force to give the mare the time she needed. Releasing a war cry, Cael allowed the energy of her rage to flow down channeling it into the body of the Kirin. And as it tore it's way through his body, she took her chance. Gathering her remaining strength, the pit fighter moved forward and struck a hoof hard against the base of the kirin's neck. Through the crack of thunder and lightning only Cael could hear the sound of his death as he crumpled to the ground.
As the air around their bodies began to calm, Cael's breath shook with exhaustion and her legs quaked in defiance of their weakness. Her eye's met that of the zebra champion and again a wry smile touched Cael's lips. But this time, there was a touch of pride there and love for the people she vowed to protect.
"There, you are free."
Cael frees Chai
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