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Post by moonlightwalk on Feb 8, 2021 5:01:02 GMT -6
Mickaiah | Servile slave
It had been a busy day and in all honesty Mickaiah was tired. They had not been looking forward to spending the night in a place filled with a lot of horses, sights, smells and sounds. Seeing as Moonrise's own pieces would be on display however, it was really nothing to skip out on. Well, if they had a choice in the first place, they were a slave after all. The moment they entered the sanctum, it was clear that many had chosen to attend the festivities. Mickaiah felt intimidated by the many unknown faces. The air felt like it was weighing down on them already and they flicked their ears nervously. It's not that they disliked people. On the contrary, they craved connection. They had however repeatedly felt unwanted by others and the status they had acquired here, a slave, a thing, something to own and use, made them only feel more fragile in the presence of those above them. As fate would have it, the latest fancy seemed to let slaves go unbridled, which Moonrise pointed out and suggested they do as well. They nodded shortly with a "yes, thank you" as they had the horrible thing removed, opening and closing their mouth a few times to adapt to not having anything in it. They didn't know what had prompted this, seeing as normally it seemed prohibited to go out unrestrained, but they were glad to have it out either way. Not sure what to do with themselves they trailed after Moonrise as she went to great her friends, politely greeting each. They only half concentrated on what was being said though, not used to the hustle and bustle of parties, it was hard to pay attention. There was a lot going on, but not enough to cover up the rumble of thunder. Mickaiah cringed at the sound. They had never liked storms and would rather prefer to sit under a blanket if any where going on than anything else. They were so buzzy trying to calm their hard rate down that they missed Moonrise talking to them at first, by the time they clued in, she was already asking something else. A drink. Mickaiah smacked their lips in reflex, realising their mouth felt indeed quite dry. "Yes, thank you," they replied again in a voice probably a little too quiet for such a loud room.
Post 1 | 398 words
Interacting with Moonrise, Asalah and anyone who might be chatting with them as well
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Feb 8, 2021 18:12:23 GMT -6
Shay|Aodh|Gentry
Shay looked over to Tate and gestured over to the stained glass of Marcellus. "Hard to believe she's still out there." It was just a whisper, to be shared only between him and Tate. While he'd been hard at work spreading the truth and what he'd seen, as many had planned weeks ago, he was still careful in public. While he hadn't known anyone who'd been apprehended, that rumor was still one of the more troubling. Tate felt his stomach rumble and he was about to make his way over to the refreshments table for some food and drink when the whole sanctum was covered in a flash of dazzling colors. Then, a rumble of thunder.
Despite the fact that he wasn't outside, he still felt a tingle run down his spine all the way to the tip of his frilled tail. He looked up at one of the large windows, squinting to try and see if he could see rain through it. He remembered the lightning creature version of Ignacio that appeared to him and blessed him with his light. With wide, curious eyes he watched the Chevalier enter and approach Pyre, and a whole group of equine followed them to the door. His ears flicked towards Eleanore when she approached.
"Hm? I think it was just some thunder. I guess the storm broke, you're right though, I don't hear any rain." He looked over to the older mare with a gentle look. "Here, I'll go see whats up, I'm sure its nothing."
He turned back to the front entrance of the sanctum, trotting over and doing his best to both look out the door and not get in anyone's way. He quietly smiled at the others who'd gone over to the door too before addressing the group by the door at large.
"How bad does the storm look?"
Post 2|WC: 310
ooc: Shay interacts directly with Tate, Eleanore, and addresses the group gathered by the door. Mentions Pyre and Nikolas.
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Feb 9, 2021 18:03:41 GMT -6
DELTA
Aodh | Labor Slave
(TW: small PTSD attack)
Delta smiled proudly at the small filly and Taffy as the two marveled at her Blessing theatrics. She laughed as Aerynn gushed over it with Suzan, “ Me and my Blessings are at your service, young Lord,” she told the colt, bending down into a bow. She winked at him as she rose, “ You need only ask.” she meant it. Whenever and wherever Aerynn chose, Delta would gladly do as he asked. A dark form caught her eye and Delta’s smile vanished as she watched Eliina approach them. She felt her heart rate spike and tilted her ears back slightly, unsure of the unicorn mare. The Envoy bid the foals and the stallion warm greetings. She, however, did not extend those greetings to Delta, despite her words and the small smile she gave her. Eliina told her that she was sorry to hear about her hardships. The words felt insincere and hollow. Like she was just saying them so that she didn’t sound like an asshole in front of the others. Delta narrowed her eyes at the smaller mare when she stepped closer. The former Valkyrie took deep breaths, the air that left her smelling like campfire smoke. She wouldn’t breath fire, wouldn’t even allow a stream of smoke and embers to leave her. She wasn’t angry. She was scared. This mare had leverage against her. It would be so easy for Eliina to destroy any chance of kindness Delta had of receiving. She didn’t show her fear. Not one drop of it was outwardly visible. She would appear strong and in control. It was an act but it was all she had left. The Envoy praised her Blessings and offered assistance with her injuries. Delta nodded her head, “ Gratitude, Envoy Eliina. My Blessings were given so that I could protect the ones who meant the most to me,” she gave the other mare an even look, “ However, with all due respect, I will decline your offer of medical aid. I refuse to accept such luxuries for myself when they would be of greater benefit to a more desperate Slave in the Dark District.” When Eliina mentioned sharing information about “ Kellie”, she raised an eyebrow. Delta had been tempted to correct the Envoy and bark “ Kelby”, but she didn’t. She knew that if she did that, the name would leave her mouth covered in venom. Instead, Delta gave her one more nod, this time doing so more curtly, “ You have my attention. I’ll speak with you later.” A flash of colors, the shattering of a glass and the roll of thunder was enough to destroy the silver mare’s composure. Images flashed through her mind. A stone wall collapsing under the fury of a white lindworm, the snapping of bones between blackstone jaws. The flash of a sword across a dunskin mare’s throat. Someone shouting and a wall falling on top of her as a mother screamed. Delta flinched and reacted in seconds, widening her stance and lowering her head. A frosted-glass Shield solidified around them, protecting herself as well as the children, the Envoy and the sugar-spinner. Her two-toned eyes darted around her, looking for an attacker that wasn’t there. It was a moment before Delta got her rapid breathing under control, releasing her Force Field and clearing her throat, “ Apologies… nightmares can visit even when one isn’t sleeping…” she straightened, avoiding eye contact with any of them, lest they see the true fear in her eyes. Her gaze flicked up to the doorway, rapidly becoming crowded. She motioned toward it with her head and spoke in a language only one with the talent could understand, “ Jeremy, go see what they’re all looking at.” The small bat gave a chipper “ Okay!” before flying off and outside the doorway.
WC: 640 Post: 5
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Post by Luneby on Feb 10, 2021 2:49:21 GMT -6
 S E R E Y AOf monsters and flowers
Sereya gazed up at the stallion in concern, her long ears drinking his words as she tried to let the advice sink in. Right, breathe. There was no reason to panic yet. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before she responded. “ You are right, Sir. Thank you for your wise words. It is true going ourselves wouldn’t do any good, and we shouldn’t make assumptions until we have proof.” She dipped her head lightly – thankful for Lux for not only soothing both her and Angie, but also teaching her a valuable lesson. She wondered what Lux himself thought of the situation but did not ask yet – it would be better to wait for both her and Angélique to be quiet and alert before hearing his thoughts, if he’d share them. She glanced to the side where Sirocco had vanished – hoping to see the red mare return to them soon. “ Sirocco is trustworthy, she will report back what is happening accurately.” She adds, in a calmer tone. A meek smile found her as Lux gave her a chance to get back to where the conversation left off. “ As I was saying, this is my friend Angélique, born of house Ritterbren. She works as a Sanctum Attendant at Oralee. You could say we study together under the Flamen.” She says, taking a step back to let Angélique take the forefront. Her eyes couldn’t help but drift towards the stained-glass windows – as beautiful as the colors were, she didn’t like the look of them.
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WC: 254| Post # 3
OOC: Adressing Lux and Angélique
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 10, 2021 11:33:01 GMT -6
CHECKPOINT
The Chevalier gave a thoughtful look to the dark kirin who seemed to be trailing after them, and then a vaguely annoyed look at the small band who seemed to have overheard him, and had invited themselves to also approach the entrance.
His expression soon became neutral again, and he nodded at both Pyre and Moira, leading them to the doors.
”What do you make of it, your Holiness’?” he asked. Outside, the sky had turned a deep shade of purple, streaked with red. A vibrant, green lightning split the sky every now and then, and the whole world seemed to be rumbling.
Nikolas looked around, and then leaned a bit closer to Moira and Pyre, lowering his voice so that only they could hear him: ”Keep everyone here. The White Wyvern flies tonight.”
The Chevalier’s eyes shift. Following his gaze, you notice a group of Chevaliers making an orderly march through the Artisan District. Nikolas’ expression does not change; he does not point or make a spectacle of it.
Merely looks.
And then, looking back at Pyre and Moira, his eyes are grave.
”It has already begun. I couldn’t outrun them.”
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Post by floatyy on Feb 10, 2021 12:21:56 GMT -6
"I've been... well, I guess I've just been doing the usual. When I'm not studying I'm outside on a run, reading for fun, or playing with Andromeda." The mare murmurs. The feeling in her chest is easily recognized. She remembers it quite well, and it's followed with an ache. Quelling the thoughts for now, Sunny smiles warmly. She practically jumped out of her skin when the lightning struck and was followed with thunder, and that feeling of foreboding she hated so much creeps into her mind; with worry in her heart she looks over at the newcomer. Her pointed ears twitch, and she looks at Misti, trying to ignore the weather and the worry that weighs on her shoulders. "The... the treats- Oh!" She smiles. "I haven't been yet but I- we can get some if you want?" Sunny offers, looking towards Taffy and the sweets. The foal from earlier is near there, with Delta. She opens her mouth to say something more, but her attention is snapped away when she notices the distortion of colors through the stained glass windows.
Something isn't right. A chill runs down her spine and she swallows nervously. "E- Excuse me for just one moment." She whispers, moving slowly towards one of the windows. She's squinting, looking hard. Trying to look through the beautiful art to see the ugliness outside. Her withers twitch and she puts her hat on, able to see that the sky doesn't look right. The colors skew what is actually happening, but she knows none of this is good. She believes Moira when she says they're safe here, under His gaze, but... she clenches her teeth, unable to calm her nerves. It wasn't nothing, she couldn't just tell herself it was nothing. Especially not when the Flamen and a few others were led to the doors to look outside. Something was going to happen, surely. She could feel it in her gut.
WC: 322 | Post: 5
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Post by misttheelf on Feb 10, 2021 14:28:23 GMT -6
Caron "Now the Fire and Wind guide me to Freedom."
Post 4 | WC 227 Caron glanced around as others gathered around them at the door, sighing a bit as Chiya chirped in their ear, glancing at Shay, recognizing Tate's usual companion, as he asked how bad the storm looked, the question briefly drawing their attention away from Moira. "...It seems to be worsening. Perhaps it'll be best for most of us to stay here for a time." They hummed, glancing back out to see Chevaliers marching down the street, sighing a bit as they glanced at Moira. "...Is there anything I should do?" They asked her quietly. "I... would rather like a direction on what to do." They stated as their attention was drawn by a flash of green lightning, taking a breath to steady their nerves, as electricity sparked around their hooves, another breath to bring the sparks under control, as Chiya started to preen a section of their mane. They had half a thought to slip to a back room to grab Amund from their bags - the relic that Ignacio had given them… but they'd only go to fetch the dagger if Moira thought it needed. Perhaps in the future they'd not leave their cloak in a back room with their bags, so that they could keep the relic with them, tucked into folds of fabric meant to conceal. They sighed at that, and waited for Moira to speak.
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 10, 2021 16:00:21 GMT -6
= M O I R A =
The fire finds a home in me.
WC: 404 | Post 4She stared out at the sky, but it did not hold her attention, not long. For only a moment she marveled at the incredible colors, the display of what could only be some holy power- before her eyes alighted on the small army marching.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Anna.
“You did well,” She promised the chevalier, turning to look at him after a moment. Her eyes were pained, but the small smile she gave him was genuine. “You are welcome to shelter here, if you can. I thank you from the bottom of my heart- you may have saved lives tonight.” She told him quietly, her voice as low as she could keep it- she could only hope it did not carry far.
She could not dwell on her fear for Euonia, though it stuck in her mind like a splinter, catching on every thought. Was she all right? Did she know they were coming? Would she escape?
She inhaled slowly through her nose, forcing the thoughts back down.
No, she could not panic here. Not now.
She turned her head slightly as Caron spoke to her, meeting his gaze.
People needed her.
“You do not need my direction,” She told him gently. Something in her mind flickered, a distant memory igniting and flaring to life.
Her slave’s eyes looked up at her questionably.
“But I would have your ears, if you would lend them.” She continued after only a moment’s hesitation. “You have learned to walk in the shadows- use them tonight. Listen for any who may want to leave. Who may… not have our safety in mind.” She said softly, with a meaningful look to the kirin.
Listen for the white wyvern’s supporters. If they marched in the streets, she dared not think what might happen if there were some already here, in her Sanctum.
She would throw them out herself.
“I would also ask your thoughts,” She told Pyre. “We must be united, in this. We cannot let them leave.” She inhaled slowly, closing the door quietly with her teke.
The lock clicked into place- she could not hear it over the chatter and thunder, but it settled her mind, somewhat.
She turned with a small smile, looking again to Caron.
“Would you mind helping me gain a little attention? Perhaps with an illusion? Nothing too alarming, please. I’d just like to gain the room’s ear for a moment.”
INTERACTING: Pyre, Nikolas, Caron, and anyone who is nearby is welcome to hear her and offer assistance as well! (The last part was less quiet, the rest was fairly hushed though!) |
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Feb 10, 2021 16:58:24 GMT -6
Shay|Aodh|Gentry
Shay looked up at Caron, nodding with a thoughtful gaze. He craned his head to look out and saw the strangely colored sky and the bright green lightning. It sure did look like it was getting worse. Pink eyes looked over at the kirin.
"I agree, best if everyone stays inside and out of the storm, who knows what will happen next. I've never seen the sky like that."
His gaze lowered from the sky and he saw the unit of Chevaliers marching down through the Artisan district. There was something about the sight of a patrol on a night like this that did the opposite of make him feel safe. He felt his coat prickle remembering the vision that had been discussed at the goldhead, the one where captain Finley had said that some of his siblings would disappear. Sure that was probably in regard to the murder of Amadeus, but he wasn't about to put a potentail retaliation from the king out of the question. He tried to convince himself that they were just patrolling to keep the city safe from any consequences of the storm, but it didn't alleviate his unease. He forced himself to stop looking, and he was about to turn back to let Tate and Eleanore know what was going on when he heard Moira ask Caron for help in getting the others attention. He had an idea.
"If you need extra help, I was blessed with Ignacio's light recently. I could shine a spotlight on you, Flamen Moira, and on Caron's illusions." He offered, summoning an orb of light next to him, its color a vibrant gold shade. He smiled and looked over at Caron. "If you have an idea to mix light and illusions, I can summon more than just one, just tell me where to point them."
Post 3|WC: 306
ooc: Interacting with Moira and Caron, mentions Tate and Eleanore
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reyarpg
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- What's sleep?
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Post by reyarpg on Feb 10, 2021 17:18:17 GMT -6
 Gallus Aodh | Pit Slave
talks to; melisande Gallus was not particularly keen on reading people's faces, so if there was any discernible change from Melisande he didn't pick up on it; just waited, hopefully, to see if she did recognize him. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait too long. Recognition of how he must be competent, and the suggestion she might have seen a fight of his, was enough validation for him.
Melisande. What a beautiful name. A name Gallus was sure to remember for a long while after tonight. Mistress of the Pearl? ... He had to mentally scratch his head about what that might be. Wasn't that some form of brothel? Probably, and he could only guess that "Mistress" meant some form of owner.
So he really was approaching someone far out of his league. Even further than initially expected, he might add. He was honored that such an important lady would even talk to him, let alone do so in a polite manner. He gave a respectful, agreeing nod to the words Melisande spoke.
"I do agree. This place is lovely." He hummed. "It's nice to have somewhere warm to rest my weary bones." With that, he turned his attention out towards the room. For a few moments, he would be content just standing by Melisande's side, hardly taking in notice of the group at the door. He was too busy drinking up the beautiful sights of art and the overwhelmingly sweet scent of the companion next to him.
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Post by kerarose on Feb 10, 2021 17:30:30 GMT -6
E L I I N A
POST 3 | WC: 507
The crystal unicorn watched as the thunder shook the large mare, causing her eyes to go wide as memories best left forgotten, or repressed, jumped to the surface. "Easy, there," she said, her face touched with concern. Clearly, the mare had many things on her mind.
When Delta had calmed, she came close, speaking softly. "Come see me, once this ends. I may be able to help you sneak medicine into the Dark District- with the stipulation that you use it on your worst cuts before sharing it. You're of no use to this movement if you die from infection. We can speak of your friend then, too."
She turned next to Suzan, giving the young filly a wide smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, young one," she said, giving the youngster a nod. "And please, a filly as young as you need not bother with my title- although the proper one would be 'Envoy,' not 'Eminence.'" She gave the young filly a wink, smiling before turning to the door, where more equines had gathered.
Something was going on- she was sure of it. And while she was thankful for the safety of the Force Field's embrace, she could not stay. She did not wish for death- she had many things to see before she went- but it seemed things were getting serious. An Envoy's word held sway- perhaps she could help.
And if she died, House Xoias would rally around their martyr.
So, she turned to the two young ones, directing her words mainly at Aerynn, but making it clear that the message was for both of them. "Listen, young Heir," she said, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Believe it or not, but that mare used to be a well-trained warrior- a Valkyrie, is what they're called. I've seen them in action back in War Forged, and they are truly skilled. No matter what happens tonight, do not leave her side. Stay in the Force Field, both of you. She will keep you safe."
She turned her gaze to the mare in question, her eyes blazing full of promise. Murderer she may be, but she saw how she had used her Blessings, wanting to entertain those children. She was giving her her trust, to protect the children and sugar-spinner.
If she failed, Eliina would punish her herself.
She gave the group a nod, her face serious, as she left the Force Field, lowered only for a moment by the strong mare, before turning towards the group near the door. She nudged her way through the crowd, catching the end of the Chevalier's quiet speech to the Flamines.
She came to stand next to the Flamines, nodding to them, the Chevalier, and the dark kirin in turn. Lowering her voice, she spoke, her words barely able to be heard. "Greetings," she said, rising to her full height. "What is happening? How can I help?"
IW: Aerynn, Suzan, Delta, Moira, Pyre, Caron, Nikolas
Mentions: Taffy
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Post by misttheelf on Feb 10, 2021 18:10:03 GMT -6
Caron "Now the Fire and Wind guide me to Freedom."
Post 5 | WC 328 Caron sighed a bit as Moira said they did not need her direction - a thought they thoroughly disagreed with, though there ears turned when she continued speaking, and they gave a nod. "...Very well, I shall do so." They nodded, casting their gaze across the room for the moment,stepping away from the door, as Moira spoke with Pyre, and shut and locked the sanctum doors.
They glanced back at Moira when they noticed her gaze returned to them, with a request to gain the attention of everyone in the room. "...Yes, I can do that." They nodded, glancing at Shay as they offered the help of light, and they hummed. "Indeed… That will make it all the better. Position some behind the stained glass of the royal family members, so that the light shining through them casts the image directly on the floor." They hummed, taking a breath. This would be the largest and most complex illusion they had attempted to create. The glanced as Eliina approached, recognizing the Envoy as she asked if there was anything she could do to help…
They did not answer at the moment, not knowing what she could do. They raised their head as the watched the reflections on the floor as Shay's lights moved to position. And once the reflections were as clear as they could be, Caron had their illusion rush across the floor, a golden spiraling pattern starting from Moira's hooves, spreading across the floor to everyone else, going around the cast images of the stained glass, as they sharpened, and the depicted horses go from flat images, to standing, their bodies transparent, filtering light as if made of glass. The images of the royals walked the room, nodding to everyone and drawing their attention towards the front of the room as they made their way there, standing for a moment behind the Flamen, before they shattered into stars to hang around her in a rainbow of colors
OOC: Weeeee pretty lights - Speaking to Shay and Moira, drawing everyone's attention to Moira! |
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Post by misttheelf on Feb 10, 2021 20:04:23 GMT -6
Taffy "And the world tastes good, Cause the candy man, thinks it should~"
Post 6 | WC 401 Taffy hummed as he glanced around the room, smiling as a few others sent glances towards his table of sweets, and Delta and Eliina spoke, half an ear to the conversation, until a crash of thunder broke his attention bringing his attention to Delta with the sudden appearance of the forcefield around them, and her breathing heavy and rapid - A panic attack. He recognized it from his two older children, and so he lowered his head to Delta as she forced her breathing under control. "You're quite alright Delta… two of my children suffer from similar attacks as well, having… having been at the crucible when it fell two years ago." He spoke softly, so that only she could hear. "If you ever wish for an ear to simply talk to, or a break from others, try to come to the merchants district. I frequently pull others to 'assist' in the Menagerie." He hummed, offering her a gentle smile, looking up as Eliina approached Delta, then speaking to the children. Letting them know to stay near Delta, just in case.
...That had them worried, as they glanced around the room, looking for their children, spotting Rita near a unicorn, and - A pit slave. Gallus, if he matched a face to a description properly, from what he'd heard in passing chatter.
And then Dom, in the group gathered near the door looking outside, and he let out a small sigh of relief - He knew his youngest two would be safe at home. And the older two were there with him, just noticing that Eliina had left them, and joined the group near the door, and so he saw the gold lines start to run across the floor from Moria, and he watched as the reflections of the stained glass seemed to come to life - if Delta's tricks with her fire breathing and forcefield were impressive, this was a true work of art with how the stained glass depictions of the royal family walked the room, before they moved to stand behind Moira, and shatter soundlessly, to hang around the Flamen like rainbow stars, or simply shards of glass.
Either way, it had the candy man stunned in awe as he gazed at the Flamen - Such a display, clearly…
She had something to say to them, and wanted their full attention.
Though he has to wonder, when did she receive an Illusionist blessing?
OOC: Speaks with Delta - Mentions Melisenda, Gallus, Tira, Eliina, Moira, and Dom - loosely notices others at the door |
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Post by Zugunruhes on Feb 10, 2021 20:09:07 GMT -6
They could fashion a game out of it- consider every horse in the room and puzzle together a story for who they were and what they conversed with their fellows about. It was one of Harlan's favorites when he and Sirocco stood guard at some eminent event, feeling alienated among topics of Aodh politics and diplomacy. But something more urgent tugged Sirocco away from him before their guesswork could begin.
The Chevalier's entrance did not go unnoticed. Harlan picked up on the stranger at once, but did not betray his curiosity beyond the slow swivel of one ear. The unicorn did not enter with the same air as the other guests, intrigued by the art and meandering up to different visitors for conversation. A current drew him towards the flamines, unmistakable even as he dipped into the crowd, and Harlan looked back to his Sereya with a nervous flutter tugging his mouth into a frown.
Sirocco, ever the more discreet at vanishing within a crowd and pocketing information as skillfully as a purse of crystal shards, left his side. He refrained from watching her, though curiosity wanted to tug his head to follow, and he adopted a neutral expression as he looked out across the room. His heart was now thumping, as though giving silence to the spaces between the thunder and crack of lightning. If anything happened to Sereya and Sirocco...
And then the illusion- Harlan started, tail lashing to the side as the rest of his body forced down an instinctive reaction at the sight of a blessing. Though they beckoned the visitors' attention towards the flamen he still shifted his stance and stood protectively, wary of whatever urgent message would follow.
OOC: Harlan is standing guard near Sereya.
Image by Kruuja
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 10, 2021 20:52:03 GMT -6
 Suzan Aodh - Servile Slave Their sweet Taffy had given them was gone, but it was delicious.Lightning continued to create eerie flashes of color from the stained glass windows above, but Suzan kept their attention on Aerynn. Him and the gathering group by the door that garnered their attention moments before. They noticed the force field brought up around them, which did startle the foal to some extent, but a glance behind them at Delta and seeing the anxiety clearly written on her face, the child could only regard it as a protective measure especially after the words she rasped from her lips.Nightmares? How can someone have nightmares while they were awake? A puzzle for another time it seemed.Eliina spoke to the labor slave mare calmly, then whispered something Suzan couldn't quite catch, before finally turning to them and Aerynn. The hippocampus stood up straight, expression determined. Envoy. Got it. They would remember, they were expected to! There was a lot for the child to remember, but remember they would."The pleasure is all mine, Envoy!"But what is an Envoy anyway?Yet another puzzle they could solve at a later time, that was for sure.Delta spoke to the bat still sitting upon Suzan's back, and with a squeak the tiny creature flew off. Suzan frown a little bit, finding an odd sort of comfort while the creature was with them even if it couldn't speak and they couldn't understand it's little squeaks. Maybe someday they would have a little friend for themselves. So many in the room had their pets with them, the idea of it was somewhat foreign, but excitable to Suzan. Someday maybe. Someday.For now, they had to focus on Aerynn. And their new friends, too!Eliina spoke up to Aerynn again, though she placed herself where Suzan could easily be part of the conversation. The filly listened intently, their expression shifting between confusion, determination, frustration and a touch of fear. Valkyrie? Warrior? But why? What was with all of these puzzles!?But an order was an order. Stay in the field, both of them, Delta would keep them safe. Brown eyes shifted to Taffy who was also within the shield, and they assumed that that protection extended to the candy maker as well. That made them glad. The Envoy's purple eyes blazed passionately as she looked at Delta, before she broke off to join the growing group at the entrance. Suzan itched to ask what was going on, especially since now Eliina had gone over there. They wanted to go over there too, but they were ordered to stand with Delta. The hippocampus foal shifted their weight anxiously, lifting their pale hooves from the floor as they fought the urge to follow the crystal unicorn.They momentarily glanced down when they saw movement, thinking it to be their own shadow thanks to the lightning being cast through the windows all above them. Instead they saw a swirling gold shimmer floating above the floor near their hooves. They bucked, afraid to step in it, but quickly realized it was an illusion. They followed the source of the gilded strands with their eyes, which made their way over to where the black Flamen stood at the entrance. Images of the stained glass Soleil's floated around them, urging everyone to follow their likeness back to Moira. It seemed strange to Suzan, but the Flamen appeared to be waiting for everyone to look.Suzan pursed their lips.So many puzzles... |
POST COUNT: 5 ♦ WORD COUNT: 580
MENTIONS: Delta, Aerynn, Eliina, Taffy, Moira
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Post by Waterdrup on Feb 11, 2021 14:47:08 GMT -6
Leonides | Merchant
Leonides briefly considered simply kicking the glass under the table and out of the way, but only briefly. Instead taking the effort to quickly pick up the few pieces and placing them to the side. His ears swivelled back when he heard someone approach. The tired stallion prepared himself to face an annoyed Sanctum attendant, but was relieved and visibly happy to see it was Asalah.
“Very perceptive, doctor.” Leonides said, straightening up to look casual. “But I was simply testing my new Blessing. It seems my Force Field still needs some practice.” He watched the pretty hippocampus for a reaction, his mouth twisting into a crooked grin before continuing. “The sun still shines on you, Asalah,” Leonides said smoothy. “How have you been lately?” It was a polite question, and the stallion’s light tone wouldn’t have it appear any different. Still, these days especially seemed to give a deeper meaning to those words.
As he waited and listened for Asalah’s response, Leonides couldn’t help but have his gaze wander to the sudden spectacle of illusions and light. Was this part of the Sanctum’s art show? Everyone seemed to turn their attention to Flamen Moira and the chevalier near her. The atmosphere somehow tensing up. Leonides made a face. “Oh, please just be a noise complaint.” he breathed softly.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Feb 11, 2021 15:07:23 GMT -6
 "Yeah probably just heat lightning. Hope nothing amiss is happening, I brought my sword for fashion, not to swing it. You go ahead, I'll bring the drink over to you." She said as she nodded to Asalah as she left to go check on Leonides. She looked at her hippocampus friend and inclined her head toward the snacks table. "Alright, lets get some drinks then. Grab yourself some fruits too if you're hungry, knowing the flamen, I'm sure they're delightful."
As she approached the refreshments table, she took a long appraising look at the fruits and drinks on offer. They all looked incredible, and she was sure she'd be back more than once before the night was over. She picked up some goblets of dark red wine in her crystal blue teke, handing one off to Mickaiah with a smile. After he grabbed it she grabbed a couple of fruits from the table for herself and wandered over with her and Asalah's cup to hand her friend's off.
She smiled at Leonides as she tapped Asalah's shoulder to hand off her drink. "It's good to see you again Leonides, how are you holding up after our adventure in with the wyvern egg?"
Her attention to the merchant was broken when the lights and illusions began dancing through the room, the stained glass illusions of the former royal family rose from the floor and walked towards Moira and the group near her before disappearing in a sparkle of refracted light. Well, whatever she had to say, Moonrise certainly was giving the flamen her undivided attention.
"Doubtful, we haven't been loud enough for that I'm sure. Maybe its an announcement about the storm?"
Post #3 | Word Count: 281
ooc: Moonrise is interacting with Mickaiah, Asalah, and Leonides. She mentions Moira and the others by the door.
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Post by savorda on Feb 11, 2021 18:02:14 GMT -6
| P Y R E F L A M E N O F I G N I S F I N D R E S U R R E C T I O N I N T H E F L A M E |
Pyre had never seen such an unsettlingly vibrant sky. She watched the lightning twist in the sky for just a moment, the flashes casting contorted shadows on every surface, before turning her attention to the Chevaliers. Icy dread trickled down her spine and chilled her to the bone. She could not, would not allow her thoughts to wreak havoc on her like they often did. Not now. She took a steadying breath. She can take comfort in knowing they were all considerably safer inside the sanctum, she told herself. While it wasn’t Ignis, which she knew better than even her family’s home, it was easier to quell her destructively anxious thoughts here than most anywhere else out there.
“No, no one can leave no matter what we must do to keep them here.” she agreed, her own voice suddenly foreign in her ears. “And if at all possible, ensure they believe this is only a violent storm. They should be much happier to stay put.”
She hoped they would, anyway.
Pyre nodded to Eliina. She recognized the envoy from Goldhead, and yet, she hesitated.
“Chevaliers march in the streets.” she murmured, her words barely audible over the thunder. She gave the envoy a pointed, near bullish look. “Everyone is to stay inside. Act as if nothing is amiss.”
The illusions startled Pyre nearly as much as the lightning, but she couldn’t deny their beauty. And effectiveness. After seeing the vision of Prince Marcellus, these illusions felt almost eerie. Aura tensed on the flamen’s back, her frills suddenly standing on end. Pyre did her best to soothe the little dragon. She was anxious enough for the both of them. There were already enough uncertain faces looking towards them at the door. She didn’t need dragon claws digging into her back on top of everything else.
304 words | post 3 | interacts with: Moira, Eliina
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Post by houndflash on Feb 11, 2021 19:41:13 GMT -6
Tate|Aodh|Smuggler
Tate followed around Shay and Elenaor, occasionally commenting on some of the pieces on display. "That it is." Tate whispered back to Shay, glancing at a picture of Marcellus before glancing over at Elenaor behind the two. "Shay and I were just commenting on how this picture of Marcellus looks almost life like. Almost like she'll come right off the canvas." Tate glanced around as the building seemed to illuminate at flashes of lightning, and nodded to Shay, as the other walked towards the group gathering at the door to investigate the storm.
"Here's hoping that this storm rolls over soon. I didn't bring a spare cloak." Tate muttered to himself, watching the crowd gather around the Flamens at the window, only to be distracted by Flamen Moira's call of attention and the illusion and lights to ensure the venue's attention was captured.
"Could the storm possibly be bad enough to warrant an announcement?" The smuggler questioned towards Elenaor, and the tense and empty air around them. "Surely it's not that bad yet? It was just cloudy when we came in."
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Post by Kelpie-River on Feb 11, 2021 22:12:55 GMT -6
Aerynn || Eminent || Post Five
So much was happening, and so very quickly that it made the horse's head spin. One moment he was watching Delta's blessings, laughing and enjoying himself to no end, and then the next, he was being told by the Eminent most well known from House Xoias that he needed to stay close to Delta, in case something was happening that he needed her protection for. And then, the air was filled with illusions, and his head was filled with a sort of...foggy fear. His heart was racing, as he stepped close to Suzan. He hadn't been aware of anyone speaking to him, really, and he was terrified to know that something might be amiss. But he was too small, too young, too...everything, to know what to do with himself. He could do nothing but press close to his slave - his friend - Suzan, and hope that Taffy, Delta, and Elina would be able to keep him safe. After all, they were bigger than he - Delta by a lot - so he didn't fear being in their shadows. He wished he had the ability to USE his blessing, rather than to sit down and shudder, with it useless in the back of his mind. He couldn't even create a shadow puppet at this point. Ignacio above! Why had he ventured out without his parents? The illusions had yet to let up, but were now rushing towards Moira, and the colt couldn't help but turn his head in her direction, wondering what was going on that he needed to be turned towards the Flamen for. Of course, he trusted the mare to no end, and would do anything for her, but he was just....little. Tiny. What could he do but give her his ear?
WC: 296
Misti || Palasa Flamen || Post Four
Misti was surprised as Sunny excused herself, and found themself a bit saddened by the disappearance of the pinto mare. But, things were heating up a moment later, allowing the horse to turn their attention towards the new and fascinating events which were unfolding before them. What could possibly be going on? Misti took a few steps towards Moira, ears straining to hear anything of importance. But all they learned was that Moria wanted Caron to get their attention. And knowing this, Misti was a step ahead of the others as the light show began. Carefully, they made their way towards Moira, showing that the other Flamen had their full attention. After all, it would be unfair to not give support when support was due; Moira had been there for them during the...meeting...some time ago, so why shouldn't they be supportive of her now?
"What's going on?" Hissed the chestnut horse to no one in particular. "I have a feeling these lights are more than just pretty, and that concerns me," mused the flamen to themself. Their faerie, Minty, hid in the crook of their shoulder and neck, clinging tight to them. The poor thing seemed terrified, shaking like a leaf as she tinkled worriedly. "I hear ya," grunted Misti, although they couldn't understand the Faerie. Sighing, they shook their head, looking across the room and wondering what all would be in store for them that night.
WC:237
Dominoesteine || Gentry || Post Four
Dominosteine was terrified. They looked about, hoping to find their brother, but could catch no sight of him. Gritting their teeth, they did manage to catch sight of dear old dad across the way, giving comfort to one of their favorite Emin customers, Aerynn, and his personal slave, Suzan. Delta, though Domi didn't know the mare's name, was there, big and imposing, and Domi considered that she would protect the little ones. Outside, they'd caught a tiny glimpse of marching chevaliers. What were they doing out? What was happening? Why was the sky...like that?
And suddenly, the room was filled with shimmering, golden creatures, dancing images from the walls which headed all for Moira. And Domi seemed to forget their worries for a second, watching with intense emotion as the illusions danced towards them. They scooted a little closer to Caron, seeming to sense that they were a safe horse to be beside, since they had gotten pushed away from Moria.
"What are we going to do?" Whimpered the small horse, wondering if anyone could even hear them, they were whispering the words so softly. But yes, what WERE they to do?
WC: 192
Dom is talking to anyone close by (Mostly Moira and Caron)
Misti is talking to anyone who can hear
Aerynn is interacting with Delta, and Suzan
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 12, 2021 5:22:46 GMT -6
= M O I R A =
The fire finds a home in me.
WC: 830| Post 5She nodded solemnly as Pyre spoke, giving the younger Flamen a small smile, that nearly turned to a grin at the bullish look she gave the eager Envoy.
“I agree completely,” She replied. “We must remain united. None may leave,” She hesitated, glancing once behind her. “...Or enter, if we do not trust them.”
She wanted to keep her doors shut, but she had already opened them tonight- she had known from the beginning that Isador’s supporters, spies, anything, could be here tonight. They were likely already here, if they were coming at all. The thought made her blood boil, but she kept her face carefully neutral.
If they were here, she would deal with them as they came.
She gave a brief, gentle look towards the young horse who had pressed closer to Caron, giving them a small smile.
“We will be alright,” She told them softly. “I promise you this.” She let her gaze linger meaningfully on them- a Flamen’s word was worth its weight in gold, and Moira had no intention of lying to the young horse.
She would keep them all safe.
“I will speak with you all more, after this.” She promised. They still had things to plan, ideas to consider- but for now, Caron and young Shay had stepped forward to offer their help, and they began to weave their blessings together.
Around her, the windows came to life.
If she were a little younger, a little less practiced in keeping up a calm facade, she might have jumped as she found herself surrounded by ghosts. Royals of the past walked again, shrouded in colored light, and for a moment she could only look at them, her face soft, a little wondrous.
Their hollow eyes pierced her heart, and she inclined her head gratefully towards Shay and Caron with a soft, sad smile towards them. The display was all she could have hoped for- beautiful and elegant as the rest of the art show, almost seeming to be planned in advance, and the eyes that turned towards her weren’t startled or spooked.
Even with everything else going on, she made a quiet mental note to ask Caron to repeat these illusions, some day. They’d be useful in sermons, and fit in well here- he had an eye for art she hadn’t quite expected out of the smuggler.
But those were thoughts for later, as she gazed out at the gathered crowd looking back at her, taking note of the faces she knew, and those she didn’t- but all eyes were on her, as she had requested.
She had asked for it, but the weight of so many eyes- so many fearful, trusting eyes- felt to weigh as much as her Sanctum itself, resting square on her back.
She breathed in deeply, felt her ribs creak beneath the weight. She needed no assistance in speaking loud enough for the entire room to hear- she did it multiple times a week, during sermons. Azar’s walls were well crafted for this purpose- her voice carried easily, even to the back of the room, without needing to shout.
“Good evening, my friends.” She began, smiling out at the crowd. As if nothing had gone amiss during this art show. “Thank you all for joining me, and for lending your ears. I hope tonight’s festivities and refreshments have been enjoyable. I wished only to provide some respite, in these tumultuous times. And, as always, to remember those long gone.”
She let the words linger, gazing at the windows that had briefly come to life, but only for a moment.
“Azar is ever open as a beacon of safety, of the fire lord’s embrace. Tonight, I find it may be quite literal- for a great storm has been seen approaching, and will arrive soon. I am very grateful to have received word, so that I may offer you all shelter here tonight. Azar has weathered many storms in its life- this will not be the first, and certainly not the last. I cannot speak for what caused it, for it is not my domain.”
The words hung heavy, their implications clear.
The domain of the storms and sky belonged to one alone.
“But fear not, my friends. We are well shielded here. My attendants and myself will see to it that everyone remains comfortable as long as this storm may last. So please, enjoy yourselves! We have plenty of food to share, good company, and a warm shelter. Azar is my home, and I am glad to share it with you all tonight.”
With that, she bowed her head, taking a small step back to announce the speech over- and she could only hope it had done its job.
She had no idea, not really, if Alya was at work here tonight- but she knew no Aodhian would feel comfortable out under the sky if She were potentially causing trouble.
She hoped it would be enough to keep them here.
INTERACTING: literally everyone in the Sanctum! But she also specifically speaks to Pyre, Caron, Shay, and Dominosteine!
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Post by manacats on Feb 12, 2021 6:41:23 GMT -6
M E L I S A N D E "All I ever wanted was the world."
Post #5 | 389 Melisande's amicable chat with the pit fighter at her side lapsed into the tides of a peaceful lull, her blush-pink gaze flicking up to scan the crowd for whoever next might pique her interest. Art show or not, a social gathering dictated that one simply must make connections! You never know who may be a helpful ally when you least expect it, after all.
The unicorn's plans, however, had barely a moment to get started before the ghost-shimmer of spectral illusions danced across the sanctum floor. She kept a calm face, demeanor unbroken though she couldn't help but blink rapidly in surprise. The dazzling illusions swept her attention all towards the Flamen hosting the event herself - Ah, perhaps part of the show?
Melisande listened to Moira's speech attentively, keen eyes trained on the dusky mare. Well, that was a surprise - a storm was on its way... Was it a tempest beckoned by Alya's own hooves? It didn't seem like she'd get an answer anytime soon. A prickle of unease sat uncomfortably atop her shoulders.
The split-colored Unicorn thought back to her young little siblings, likely hunkered down at their estate if they knew what was good for them... And her brothel as well, with no Mistress on hand to keep an eye on everything amidst whatever trouble was soon to come! Agitation furrowed in her brow only for a moment, smoothed over immediately with a deep breath. Try as she might, Melisande simply could not be everywhere at once. She'd have to trust that things would run fine without her presence... even if the very idea seemed abhorrent. The soothing lilt of Moira's words helped some in easing her worries - the Flamen truly was a calming presence. Melisande hoped to get more chances in the future to speak with the intriguing mare.
"Gracious as ever dear Flamen," Melisande dipped her head thankfully in Moira's direction across the room, the gesture effortless despite the grand set of horns heavy atop her head, "I appreciate your offer of shelter, especially within your beautiful sanctum. I do hope this storm is not dreadfully dangerous... I've both a family and business left unattended tonight, you see." The mare added in a worried murmur, lowering her lashes just so to look the perfect picture of concerned caretaker. Everything was about appearances, in the end.
(Replying to Moira's speech, although her comments are open thoughts; anyone can chip in if they feel like it!)
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Feb 12, 2021 13:17:45 GMT -6
Asalah | Armiger
A soft smile fell upon her lips as Leonides straightened up. The glass he had accidentally shattered hadn't exactly been lost on the mare. Having two mischievous boys (okay, maybe just one mischievous boy, Pel wasn't a troublemaker) kept her on her toes, especially with running the casino, but she didn't make mention of it.
"And I see it still shines on you." Her voice took on a somber tone as she said it, knowing well just how many different meanings the singular statement could mean. She was still here. She was still alive, Ignacio was still there with them, somehow they had made it. Momentary flashes to the bar came to her mind as she briefly floated back to that headspace, her mind only snapping to when Moonrise gently tipped her drink against her flank.
A murmured thanks, a soft touch in return, small reassurances brought her back to the world she so belonged in. "Well then," She said, her mouth quirking up a bit. "If you ever need a lesson, I'm sure that I can take some time out of my schedule to show you a thing or two." Very briefly, between the group of them, a large field came into being, just as Caron and Shay's blessings rose lights and spirits up from nothing, reflecting and bouncing off of her shield and heading back towards the crowd without a second thought. Though the spotlight caught her eye, forcing her to focus in towards the entrance.
It dissipated as quickly as she had called it, a wink slyly cast in Leonides way as she did so. She legitimately wouldn't be bothered by his company, but there was a part of her that wondered if she had gone a step too far. After all, the last time the two of them had spoken, she hadn't been this comfortable with herself. In a lot of ways, she was still working towards being more... well, she wasn't sure... herself? Maybe.
A hush suddenly fell upon the room, forcing the mare to turn her attention from the group of friends towards the entrance. The spotlight she had noticed before was meant to be a focus on the esteemed flamen, the mare's ears perked up, curiosity momentarily breaking past her anxiety as she did so.
Melisande spoke up and voiced Asalah's concerns before she had a chance to. It was true, the sanctum was safe, but she had left her children in the care of other people, and while her sister had gone off somewhere in the crowd, she worried very briefly that she had made a mistake in leaving her boys behind. Quietly, she glanced back at Moonrise before turning to Leonides. Both of them she trusted, though she most certainly didn't know Mickaiah as well as she wanted to, she trusted Moonrise enough to know that if something where to come up, she had exactly what she needed to get by.
"Less of a noise complaint and more of a warning, it seems." A frown, concern filling her stomach before she turned back to the group, her voice soft as she did so. "Let's hope it is just a storm and nothing more... perilous."
Asalah had traveled too far and had put too much distance between herself and her home to fall into the superstitious beliefs that this was Alya's doing. After her travels and what she had come to learn that her upbringing was not normal behavior for the other herds, she had learned to give each of the patron gods their own space, though she knew she only belonged to Ignacio and Cascade.
Unconsciously, she reached with her teke to feel the pendant that sat under her cloak. The obsidian fish seemed eager to help if anything came up, but she could feel the current of underlying confusion within. It was okay, she was safe, why did she need to worry?
Because she always did. Worry was more like second nature to her at this point.
"Shall we continue enjoying the night while we still can?" Before things get worse?
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Eleanor - Servile Slave
Eleanor was quiet for a few moments as Shay walked away, went to help Moira, uncertain of what she was to do in the meantime, she glanced towards Tate and then at the lifelike painting of Marcellus. She frowned a little, feeling as if the brush style was a little off, but that wasn't exactly something she would say to anybody let alone her master's friend.
"It is rather lavish." She whispered in response, her gaze turning back towards Shay. The spirits of the past royals gave Eleanor mild concern, but she kept her mouth shut, quietly inching closer to the older stallion beside her as they walked past them. "They sure did go the extra mile for this, huh?"
Moira's announcement only added to the concern Eleanor had, though she had little to really worry about. Her only charge was standing nearby and Master Tate wasn't going to let the young boy get hurt just as much as she wasn't going to.
"Do you think the storm is going to really be that bad?" She asked, her voice betraying her feelings. "It's going to ruin our outfits!"
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Post by moonlightwalk on Feb 12, 2021 14:13:43 GMT -6
Mickaiah | Servile slave
Mickaiah trailed behind Moonrise silently as they moved towards the refreshments table while her friend Asalah moved elsewhere for reasons unknown to him. Tiredness made it harder to focus. He was caught off-guard as Moonrise handed him a cup, fumbling to not drop it. What was this? Ah, yes, his drink. He scrunched his nose as the smell, realising this had to be wine. He hadn't had wine before in Talori and he didn't like the way some Aodhians behaved as they had had it, Cascade would scorn them for such behaviour... except she hadn't, for as far as he knew she had even blessed some people in this herd. He stared at the drink dubiously before trying a sip. Nose scrunched again, he stuck out his tongue a little at the weird taste. Then he noticed Moonrise had grabbed both fruit and drink and he turned towards her brusquely, remembering manners. "Did you want me to carry..." he started, stumbling over words as he spoke them hastily but entirely to quiet to be heard in such a lively room. His suggestion was absorbed within the masses. Moonrise however didn't seem to be bothered, already moving ahead. Head held low he hurried after her, wine spilling over the edges of his cup as he went. Light caught his eyes and suddenly the room, or rather the area around the Flamen who had gathered hosted this festivity, was alive with sights to which he could only stare in wonder. He was enthralled with the display, nearly forgetting the rest of the room. That was, until said Flamen addressed the room and everyone in it, announcing an approaching storm. Oh, no. He didn't want to be trapped in an unfamiliar place full of unfamiliar horses as the gods fought it out in the sky. Softly, but urgently he touched Moonrise's side, whispering to her: "Can I go? I can maybe make it before it gets bad?"
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Interacting with Moonrise, mentions Asalah
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Post by Kelpie-River on Feb 13, 2021 12:07:51 GMT -6
Aerynn || Eminent || Post Six
Aerynn's eyes were wide; he remembered being told about Caron's blessing, but to see them using it in action was something else entirely. But in a moment, the shapes flickered out, leaving Moria the center of attention. Without a real thought, the colt squished closer to Suzan, Taffy, and Delta, not wanting to be alone from them. The boy's heart was racing as he stared up at the world around him; everything was so big, and he was so small. The idea of a terrible storm scared him, plain and simple. It meant that things may fall, break, be whipped away in wind and water. And while his home was strong, he feared that old marble and bone could hold so much. Would his family be all right? He wanted Chairi, but the stallion had stayed home for an evening with Valka. Which meant that the little Noble was the only representative of his blood line here tonight.
He needed to be brave, or at least put on a brave face. That would make him seem strong. He stilled the quivering in his lower lip. Whispering to those around him, Aerynn said softly, "What are we going to do? Do we have to stay here all night?" The idea of a sleepover at Azar was...exciting...if not terrifying in the same breath.
WC: 223
Misti || Palasa Flamen || Post Five
Misti listened with deep intent as Moria gave them all instructions on what was to happen. The storm outside...would it be so bad as to ravage the streets of Aodh? Wondering, the chestnut horse shook their head. Tinkling from Minty let them know that the small faerie was worried, and Misti hummed to the small creature to calm her down. Minty finally settled down on Misti's withers, as the bridled Flamen stepped towards Caron, smiling softly at the kirin before them. Kirins still made them a bit nervous, but Caron had proven their ability to be a friend, and so Misti dipped their head. Turning their attention to the black flamen, Misti cocked their head to the side. "Your illusions were beautiful," the Flamen said softly, smiling.
"From Sanctum to Sanctum, if there is anything that I can do to make the night more comfortable, please let me know," Misti offered, dipping their head to the Flamen. This was the Azar Sanctum leader's domain, and they'd not step on any hooves, but they were more than willing to help. "Minty may be used to calm the children; she won't mind," offered Misti, trying to think of ways to help. "I've got Lord Ignacio's light manipulation, as well as fire, so if...the storm...comes too close, I'm prepared to protect those within the walls," Misti said, trying not to say anything that might spark fear in those who could hear them. "Just...tell me what to do."
WC: 242
Dominosteine || Gentry || Post Five
The fact that the Flamen had spoken directly to them was immensely calming. Dom wasn't sure what to think of the storm outside, the Chevaliers they'd glimpsed from between Moria's stout legs as they peeked through the door, but if the Flamen said it was safe, they were going to believe her. After all, what right did a leader of the Fire Lord have to lie? Or if she were lying, it was at least a comforting one, and Dom wanted to be comforted more than they wanted anything else at the moment. Fear, cold and unwelcome, coursed through their veins. Their heart was pumping fast, and their ears pinned to their skull as they looked around the room. So many horses, gathered in one place. But Moria had promised all would be well. She had promised.
Carefully, Dom wound their way through the crowd, dipping their head to higher-ranking elites as they passed. Eventually, they found themself, shaking and dry-mouthed, before Taffy. Wondering where their brother had gotten off to, Dom looked around, but saw no glimpse of him in the crowd. Surely he hadn't gone home, had he? He had to be around here somewhere. Maybe their father knew? Dom dipped their head to a small Eminent and his slave - known only by their brand now, and the fact that Dom had seen them a thousand times at the candy store with the little Eminent.
"What should we do?" Dom whispered to Taffy, pressing close to their father's side in a manner that they hadn't done since they were a small foal. Or after that terrible night at the Crucible. Their breathing was harsh, hitched, as they looked around. Moria said it was all right. Moira said it was all right. They kept repeating the phrase in their head, trying to keep calm. Moria would take care of them; she was a Flamen. She had the power to do so. Right? "I mean...do we...do we try and keep people calm? Or do we put away the food and try to bolster the Sanctum?" Dom whispered, fearing suddenly that a giant storm might knock out the beautiful artwork that was the windows. But if the structure held....well....that was the most important thing, now wasn't it?
WC: 377
Aerynn is addressing those near him - Suzan, Delta, and Taffy Misti is passing Caron and speaking directly to - Moira Dom is retreating to and speaking to - Suzan, Delta, Taffy
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 14, 2021 14:41:08 GMT -6
Suzan Aodh - Servile Slave Suzan kept themselves pressed against Aerynn's side. Feeling him near them made them feel much more calm, more confident. The illusions vanished around Moira and the group around her, the Flamen speaking up. Nothing the black mare said seemed at all out of the ordinary at first, talking about the food and...whatever respite was. But then came the actual problem, a storm. A great storm, in fact. Suzan didn't mind staying within the Sanctum, but the problem was, their Masters would be concerned and they had no way to alert Aerynn's fathers to the fact they were now stuck away from home.
The storm itself didn't worry Suzan, but the scolding they might receive was a much worse predicament. They couldn't worry about it right now. They couldn't do anything about it anyway, and maybe their Masters would understand. Maybe. The other horses gathered within the sanctum had varying opinions. Some didn't seem to care, others were worried. Suzan wasn't sure where they landed on that spectrum, but they knew they had to tend to Master Aerynn at all costs no matter what happened.
Chocolate brown eyes turned to Aerynn when he expressed his concerns, and Suzan was quick to touch their nose to his shoulder to sooth him.
"We'll be okay here. Ignacio will keep the storm from hurting anyone. And we get to be with our friends!" The child beamed at their companion confidently, hoping to ease his fears. "He won't let anything happen to us or your Papa's. Don't worry."
Soon Taffy's child, Dominosteine, trotted over and pressed themselves close to Taffy's side, though the slave bowed their head when they came close. It seemed they were exceptionally nervous about the storm too. Without a second thought, Suzan reached for a chocolate from Taffy's table. It was decorated with what looked like white chocolate flames. They turned to Dom and presented the treat to them.
"When I feel scared, sweets make me feel better." Suzan offered Dom a smile, "Ignacio will protect Azar Sanctum." They had to trust in the Flamen and their God. |
POST COUNT: 6 ♦ WORD COUNT: 347
MENTIONS: Aerynn, Taffy, Dominosteine
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Post by misttheelf on Feb 14, 2021 19:48:20 GMT -6
Caron "Now the Fire and Wind guide me to Freedom."
Post 6 | WC 225 When Dom pressed closer to Caron, Chiya chirped, nuzzling the younger horse's ear briefly, before returning her attentions to Caron, who gave a nod as Moira said that they'd speak after her speech, and they simply gave a hum as Moira tilted her head to them, lowering their head as their Illusion broke into the stars around her. They no longer needed to keep an eye on the room around them to have the illusions not freak anyone out by walking through them. So now they turned their attention to listening to Moira.
They had a slight frown as she implied that Alya was behind the storm outside - but sighed, knowing that most would accept that far better than any other explanation. But now they were to stay there in the Sanctum. They sighed. At least Chiya was with them. And they had a task. Keep an ear out for those who support Isador. That… that they could do. When Moira finished her speech, they released the stars hanging around her, though they paused as Misti, another one of the Flamens approached them. With a soft smile, and complemented their illusions. "I… Thank you, Flamen Misti." They bowed their head to her. "Though the compliment belongs to Moira… I merely gave her work a new form for a moment." They tried to dismiss the compliment.
 Taffy "And the world tastes good, Cause the candy man, thinks it should~"
Post 7 | WC 191 Taffy nodded his head as he listened to Flamen Moira's speech - to spend a night among the art in the sanctum was surely to be a night to remember. At least if it weren't so tense. And then he felt as his side a horse pressing against him. He looked down and saw Dom, shaking. "Speaking of my children, here's my eldest, Dom." He said, introducing him to his three companions currently, before giving Dom a hug. "It's alright, Dom. You don't have to do anything, alright?" He noticed their frantic glances around. "It's alright. If you're looking for Tira, he's just there in the corner. Focus on keeping yourself calm first, okay?" Taffy murmured to him, holding him close, chuckling a bit as Suzan offered Dom a sweet. "Perhaps you may ask Moira if you could visit one of the artistry rooms? If we're going to be here all night, perhaps that would be a good way to spend some time so you can calm down, away from the crowds?" He suggested "I can easily handle the sugar we have here, it'll stay up and be available to everyone, okay?" OOC: Caron is speaking with Misti, and while Taffy is focused on Dom atm, will respond to the others there! |
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Post by Kelpie-River on Feb 15, 2021 10:56:31 GMT -6
Aerynn || Eminent || Post Seven
Aerynn sighed, feeling Suzan's support. He was glad to have them. And at the thought that Ignacio would keep them safe, the small colt found himself bolstered a bit. Despite the terrible ragings outside, they were in a holy place. Surely, Ignacio wouldn't let the sanctum of his children fall to ruin. Surely he would keep them safe. Of course, the small boy had little knowledge of Ignacio outside what his family had taught him, and that was a rather...sanitized version of the Fire God's past. So he had little trouble putting his faith in such a volatile creature. Besides, he remembered his trip to the family shrine to pray for his blessing, how Ignacio had been a presence wide and far, and immeasurable. Protective, safe. Fatherly. That was all that Aerynn knew of the God. He prayed for protection, and so far no bones broken, no heart torn so far asunder that it wouldn't be possible to stitch it together again.
But still, fear tingled in his spine, his legs, urging him to run. To hide. He sighed softly, as Dom slipped up to the group, glad to see that he wasn't the only one who was shaking a bit at the thought of the storm. Even Suzan could sense the creature's fear, as they offered them a chocolate - which the Chestnut accepted with a dip of their head, smiling softly and murmuring something to the Slave, treating them almost as an equal and not well below their status. Taffy, too, spoke up, and the colt twisted an ear to listen, though he was mostly addressing his eldest child. So Aerynn turned his attention back to the large, gray beast near them. She would keep them safe, he figured. A labor slave was a creature of strength, and Delta had proven herself a friend so far.
WC: 300
Misti || Palasa Flamen || Post Six
"Well then, I should thank Moria for the work as well," Misti quipped, their mind sharp as ever as they turned from Moira back to Caron. The black horse seemed to be...an enigma to Misti. After all, they had the scales of a Kirin, but the manner of a well-bred Aodhian horse. Or at least one who was taught to be well bred. What was their story? Wondering would do little good, so Misti dipped their head again to Caron, adding, "Thank you, both, then, for the show," eyes sliding to Moria as they emphasized 'both.' "I think it is good that we keep everyone safe, here," Misti admitted, to neither Caron no Moira in particular. "After all, it could be getting worse by the minute out there," they pointed out. It was hard to tell through the stained glass windows, that much was certain. But Misti was determined to be helpful, so they turned their thoughts away from such dark things.
"Should we do something for the children?" Mused the chestnut appaloosa, noticing how Dominosteine had slunk away to be near their father. It might not be good to let them sit and worry, thought the chestnut, cocking their head to the side in a way that made their bridle jingle lightly. "I mean, I can always play with lights...but maybe not fire," they chuckled lowly. "I wouldn't want to test out the fireproofing of the sanctum...especially tonight," they mused. "Just...like I said," they looked from Caron to Moira and back again. "If anything needs done, give me the word, and I will be happy to make it happen." With this, Misti turned to look out over the crowd, wondering what might happen next.
WC: 303
Dominosteine || Gentry || Post Six ||
Aerynn, or Emin Aerynn as Dom knew him, was busy - lost in his own thoughts. He said nothing to them as they sneaked closer, worry clear on their brow. His slave, however - the one they called Suzan - was happy to help. They offered Dom a treat from the table, and the chestnut accepted it with a small smile, the white marking around their lips curving up with the gesture. "Why, thank you," whispered Dom, treating the servile Slave much like a friend, rather than someone well beneath their stature. Tonight was not a night for being high and mighty, though Dom was not usually one to flaunt their status above others on any day. They did, however, reap the rewards, and allow society to treat them better than most. No question about that.
As they chomped on the treat, Dom let their ears swivel over to their father, who was pointing out Tira's location. Thank Ignacio he was all right! Nothing to worry about there. And the idea of visiting some of the artistry rooms made Dom's heart swoon. To see the things that they wanted to do with their life? It was crazy to think that maybe, just maybe they could. And all it took was a terrible storm to make it happen. But...they couldn't leave the main room. Fear had glued them to the spot, that much was certain for Dom as they looked around the room. What if something happened while they were away? Tira...Taffy. They'd already lost their mother in the Crucible's destruction...they couldn't lose anyone else. No.
"I'm all right here, Dad," Dom assured the Armiger with a smile. "But thank you," they added, so as not to seem ungrateful. "I really, really would like to go take a look around, but I'd rather stick close in case something crazy happens," they stated, shaking their head at the idea of some terrible...thing...happening. It would be...well, it would be bad to be separated from their family. So they decided that staying close was worth suffering through not getting to see the artistry in action. There would be other days for that conversation. They hoped.
WC: 370
Misti is talking to Caron and Moira Dom is talking to Suzan and Taffy Aerynn is just...panickin' in the corner. XD
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Feb 17, 2021 12:06:37 GMT -6
DELTA
Aodh | Labor Slave
The gray mare tilted her ears back a bit farther when Taffy and Eliina offered her words of comfort and stability. She didn't want to be weak, but that's how she looked and she hated it. She grit her teeth but inclined an ear when the Envoy offered to help her smuggle some medicine into the Dark District, also stating that Delta would be of little use if she died of infection. Well… She had already beat a surface infection from the gashes on her chest when she was culled. But those had left a lasting lung problem. The labor slave nodded in agreement, but moments later, all but stared at the dark unicorn in shock when she informed the children of her past as a Valkyrie and advised them to stay close to her. She told them that Delta would keep them safe. It hadn't been said like one, but Delta easily recognized a passive command. Eliina was giving her an indirect order. Protect the children. Delta gathered her composure and all the strength she could find, straightening her posture and rolling her shoulders back. She had been slouching horribly before, but no longer. The fin on her back rose, fanning out in mock aggression and making the 17 hand mare look even bigger. She looked down at the kids. As children, they were easy to read. Aerynn was trying to be brave, despite his fear and Suzan looked worried and confused all at once, but told the young Eminent that Ignacio wouldn't let anything happen to them. Delta gave a deep, tired sigh. ' God's don't pick favorites, kiddo.' She thought. The silver mare looked away and her eyes followed Eliina as the Envoy walked over to the occupied door. Her gaze narrowed as she watched Flamen Moira close the sanctum doors, her teke resting on the handles a few moments longer than what would be considered normal. She also noticed, with a tinge of amusement, that Jeremy was now closed outside the building. As the group cleared the door and Moira gave her speech, Delta grew more suspicious. The illusions of the Soleil family were impressive, but Delta knew better than to get distracted by a fancy light show. A bad storm was nothing new here. They were close enough to the water that they got them first. If the storm approaching was as terrible as she had said, then they would have sent word hours ago and not the moment of. She hummed thoughtfully. Turning her head to the two kids she spoke, " How about we play a game? Let's try a combination of Follow The Leader and Mimic? I'll be the leader and you copy what I do," she looked over to the table of snacks, seeing a few ingredients she recognized. A smile spread across her face, " The one who does the best gets a special treat from me." She winked and turned her head to Taffy, whispering, " Would it be possible for you to make some sugar cones? I want to do something for the kids." The mare gestured for the kids to follow her and began to walk away with a bit more energy in her step, hearing the tiny hoofbeats of the foals behind her. She walked over to the door, grabbing the handle. She gave the barest of a pull and her suspicions were confirmed. The door was locked. To the children however, it seemed like she had done nothing but grab the handle. She giggled a bit and moved her head closer to the door, " Can you hear me Jeremy? Did you see anything?" The small voice answered her through the tiny crack, " Yeah, I can! The War Ponies looked funny walking in lines like that. Also the sky looks all green and grumpy. It's super windy!" Delta felt a bolt of alarm. 'War Ponies' was Jeremy's way of describing a horse in armor. Chevalier's were marching the street in formation. They were hunting for someone and the need for a mass confrontation meant they considered whoever they were after to be a threat. At the moment, there was only one thing on Delta’s mind that would drive Isador to act. The threat of having his throne taken from him. There was a storm outside alright, but the weather was the least of their problems. Delta felt her anger rise at the potential threat against the Sanctum and everyone in it. There were absolutely a few whistleblowers in here that Isador would gladly arrest if his eye wasn’t trained on the head of the metaphorical snake already. If they so much as tried to desecrate the house of a God, they’d face her first. At her full strength, Delta was disaster incarnate, only choosing not to act. Despite her weakened state now, there was a very real possibility that she was still the most fearsome thing in this building. The only difference this time is that she’d be fighting for others and not herself, and that made her dangerous. Keeping her emotions from reaching her face, she covered them with a smile, “ Okay Baby, just try and find a place to hide in while the storm passes… And let me know if the ‘War Ponies’ try to get in.” “ Okay!” Delta turned back to the kids, smiling, “ Alright! Let's play now!” She walked away from the door, but still kept it well within range of her shield. She turned once in a circle and stopped, waiting for the foals to copy her. Delta looked over to Moira, catching the old mare’s eyes. Her gaze flicked over to the door and she gave the Flamen a knowing look. Small shards of her force field flickered momentarily, and the silver mare nodded once, ‘ I’ll watch the door. Nothing will get in. Nothing will harm these people.’ Next, she swished her tail and snorted. This continued, her actions varying from pawing at the ground to doing goofy things like flopping her ears and prancing in place. Each silly act got a giggle from the children and put a wider smile on the mare’s face. All the while she kept an ear to the door, hoping that she wouldn’t hear Jeremy call her.
WC: 1047 Post: 6
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 18, 2021 13:06:43 GMT -6
CHECKPOINT
The doors now closed, you can still hear the rumbling of the thunder.
The whole Sanctum seems to shake at the most violent grumblings of whatever entity is causing this, and yet there still is no rain.
Between the lulls in the thunder, you can hear the marching steps – first closer, and then farther and farther away, until they fade entirely. The wind is growing, too, swift and violent. One of the old windows, not quite so perfectly fit in its frame, rattles.
The atmosphere is tense. Cold. Almost creepy.
Then, a roar.
Was it thunder as well?
Not like any thunder you have heard, but then again, this is hardly a normal storm either.
The whole sky flashes bright orange. The light coming through the windows is strange, haunted, out of this world.
And against the light, a great shadow.
Another roar.
A screech.
And a heavy thud on the roof of the Sanctum.
Something moves atop the building.
Something big.
You see something flash across a large window depicting King Mishal, and then – right through it.
A golden tail, covered in scale, withdraws from the window as glass rains down on the floor.
Through the broken glass, you see the storm – the yellow and orange and magenta sky, striped with lightning.
The creature atop the Sanctum shifts. Pulls closer.
A single reptilian eye peers into the building through the cracks.
It’s gaze predatory, and yet filled with intelligence.
A low, dangerous grumble. Sniffing. Huffing.
Steam pouring out of her nostrils.
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