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Post by Waterdrup on Feb 28, 2021 10:58:21 GMT -6
Leonides | Merchant
Maybe the world was falling apart, like Mickaiah whispered. Leonides glanced at them as they moved out of the Sanctum. He noticed Asalah was reluctant to leave and he didn’t push the mare any further, just stayed close to her for now. He was pleasantly surprised to discover how subtle and fast the doctor’s healing worked. With barely a touch the burns on his legs neatly closed over. Taking away the pain and leaving just two bald patches of dark skin. “That’s much better, thank you.” Leonides breathed, hating how tired he sounded.
Most of the crowd had gathered just beyond the threshold, while the white Wyvern could still be seen attacking a building not to far away. Above them, a darker shadow lingered. Leonides bowed his head in subtle acknowledgement of the Flamen and nobles he passed. He had not the energy to try and talk to anyone, instead he listened to the people around him. The stallion could feel his optimistic self starting to break, his energy seeping away through the cracks. Somehow his shield of charm and stubborn confidence felt dented and dim.
All this time he had refused to acknowledge the terrible things happening to his city, while it tugged at the edges of his mind. He had shaken his head at the rumours, closed his eyes and laughed away the troubles time and time again. But no more. He couldn’t deny that the Aodh he knew was changing right beneath his hooves and it would affect everyone. Everyone. The stallion let out a shuddering breath as he allowed the realization to settle in, watching as the black Wyvern left to seek out Sola.
Leonides swallowed hard, not looking forward to go home and face the darkness by himself. He watched the faces around him, seeing fear, anger and tears. The stallion couldn’t quite remember when he had felt so unsure of what to do. He lingered in case anyone needed his shields, regaining a bit of purpose in the protection he could provide. Yeah, he would stay and help. Now that he was in this mess, he might as well see where it would take him. For all he knew, when Ignacio’s sun would rise in the morning, things would never be the same again.
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Post by misttheelf on Feb 28, 2021 13:04:37 GMT -6
Caron "Now the Fire and Wind guide me to Freedom."
Post 10| WC 272 When Advisor Oberyn inserted himself between Caron and Rosalba, the kirin could only lower his head, their ears pinning as they heard the growl in his voice - years of training taking over. "...My apologies. I did not notice you coming with her, Advisor Oberyn..." They barely spoke above a mumble. "I merely wish to know what's going on." They supplied, as Oberyn then offered to answer the questions they held. "Ah… okay then." They gave a small nod, handing Rosalba's whip to Moira before following the older advisor off to the side, keeping their head lowered. Chiya chirped soothingly in their ear, causing Caron to flick it with a bit of a sigh, as Oberyn answered their initial questions.
And when Oberyn told them to rest, they sighed again. "...Of everyone who's gathered here, I am of the least tired. I… In this situation I cannot simply sit still. I… would much rather do something rather than…" they shook their head, cutting themselves off. "...That doesn't matter…" they mumbled, "So those chevaliers were heading to the Goldhead, then. To arrest all of you? ...Sola likely was unplanned, then. As little as he cares for the people, I doubt that Isador would endanger Chevaliers like that." They glanced back to the Goldhead, to see Sola trying to chase down Phoenix as Suzan shouted, watching as Lucius swooped to attack after a dive. They watched as Sola roared - and then looked down at their hooves.
"...I apologise for angering you earlier, when I had gone to speak to Advisor Rosalba when she first arrived. Again… I simply did not notice you arrive with her."
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Post by reyarpg on Feb 28, 2021 13:28:04 GMT -6
With the dragon gone, Gallus could worry about his friends, caring very little for the woes of those around him and nobility. What did he care about kings? Instead, he turned his attention to Melisande, giving her a polite nod.
"I do thank you for trusting me, in getting us out safely." He gave her another polite bow, not wishing to offend her. "Keres, we should get you home." He added, looking at his tired and scared friend. "Both of you should get home. My owner... he will be expecting me home an hour ago, but I'm already late." He sighs tiredly, looking out at the sky, watching the dragons in the sky wearily. "Perhaps...sooner, than later." He added.
He hadn't expected this, when he wanted to go out tonight. He was hoping for a lovely walk through the Artisan district; instead, he had gotten joy, chaos, and fear, all in one go. Just another day in the life of a Pit Slave, he supposed. You think something's going to go smooth, and then it doesn't.
The whole world could be a Crucible, if you weren't careful.
"Yes, let's get you both home. I can escort you for safety, or I can leave you on your own."
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Feb 28, 2021 18:38:26 GMT -6
Asalah | Armiger
Asalah took note of the speech Delta presented, a grimace on her face she listened. No. This lifestyle, that of a labor slave, that Delta professed to being a punishment, wasn't even seen as that in her eyes. Granted, the life of a servile slave, like that of what Suzan was in, wasn't always better. She kept her mouth shut as the mare continued her talk, quietly tucking the information away to speak on later.
She had her own opinions. Indentured servants, people who chose the lifestyle to work out a debt with the other horses, was at least easy to work out of. Slavery in the way that Aodh practiced it was not welcome in her mind. She practiced it, but only to keep up appearances. Her life depended on keeping a careful balance between her old beliefs and her new ones. Anything that would paint her as an outsider was still dangerous, even after six years of hard work.
She visibly relaxed when Delta put the bridle on, though she had half a mind to speak with the chevaliers to look into purchasing Delta, but decided to let it go for the time being.
"Thank you Caron... The Sun still shines." The line as mostly directed at Leonides as she turned to Moira, her mind slowly working to focus on the horses that needed help. "I can still at least help alleviate the pain you're feeling." It took a few moments, but slowly she moved amongst the group, visiting each horse and examining them with a practiced ease. Dominosteine’s wound may have been covered, but as Moira focused on tying the bandage, Asalah turned instead to the wound itself, quietly easing the pain and keep it from getting worse. She did this for each horse that visited Moira and then the rest. Sunny was the next one, hurt from the glass, and eventually, she fell into a familiar rhythm.
She recognized Pyre, suddenly wondering how the flamen had been doing since their visit out the refugee camps. The memory was still something that sat with her, images of the family who had stolen her paperwork flaring up between other memories. It seemed strange, recognizing and knowing so many people within the herd. "Let me rid you of your burns." She carefully tried to heed Moira's suggestion, but she knew that tonight was going to be a long one.
Quietly, she wondered if she'd be able to get Delta back to the dark district without incident. Considering all that had happened, she doubted that she'd be sleeping well. The thought disappeared quickly though as she returned to her work. Burns, scratches from the glass, damage done by the dragon's blood, you name it and she found a way to quickly patch up the damage done by Sola. All the while, she continued keeping a careful eye on the fight in the distance. Her stomach churned, worry for any of the horses at the Goldhead keeping her mind busy as she worked. She wanted to make a run through the streets, mad dashing to find out what was happening to those who were in need.
Eventually, she returned to her place beside Leonides, her eyes looking over Moonrise and then Shay. She closed the wound on Shay's shoulder from the blood, before finally she settled into a weary stance. "Leonides, if you need a place to stay that is closer, the Casino's doors are always open to you. The same goes for the rest of you. We have a lower floor that can very easily be used as a safe place, if only because no dragon will be able to burst through the ceiling..."
She paused, suddenly recognizing the nobility around her. She quickly stepped back, recognizing that maybe now it'd be better to focus on her friends. After all, the night was still young.
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Asalah is directly talking to Leonides, Moira, Caron, Pyre, and basically everybody who is hurt. I couldn't fit you all in for fear of writing a literal book of a post.
Note: Any character that wants to keep their scars may do so. Asalah has max healing regen and has visited each character who has shown any signs of damage from the encounter. It is up to each player how much or little she healed 
Eleanor - Servile Slave
Eleanor, unlike Asalah, was not taking the information well. The dragon overhead chirped and she flinched. Delta had a speech about the child and she flinched. Shay breathed and she flinched. Jumpy didn’t even begin to describe her terror, and while the storm had apparently subsided, the feelings in her stomach had definitely not.
She glanced at the young master and then at Tate, her eyes still wide with terror as she considered her options. “Not all of us see it as a punishment nor do all of us have the same thoughts as you. My family has served Aodh happily for years. You do not get to have a say on how we feel.”
She didn’t’ say the other part, that horses like her often found their way to the fires one way or another. Her words, however, went unnoticed, largely because she was so hoarse that she wasn’t exactly entirely capable of shouting loud enough for others to notice. When Asalah passed over her, gently examining her throat, she felt the soothing touch of the healing regeneration and the look of exhaustion that had appeared on the mare’s face.
She was pushing through, however, and seemed to not be entirely bothered by the idea of pushing herself to exhaustion. Eleanor glanced over at Shay once more, an anxious feeling filling her gut.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Mar 1, 2021 1:34:02 GMT -6
Shay|Aodh|Gentry
Shay looked at Tate and nodded as Eleanore began pushing him over towards Asalah, wincing as the dragon blood burn shifted when he moved his shoulder. "I'm fine, its just a burn I'll live." He was going to protest to Eleanore that he was fine and didn't need healing, but before he could open his mouth to say anything he was over at the doctor's side. He was thankful that for the time being, she was focusing on other patients first before his minor injury. He looked back up at the second wyvern then towards where he could see Sola attacking... well he couldn't quite see just yet. Over by... wait wasn't that about where the Goldhead was located? The sound of rapidly approaching hoofbeats caused him to turn around and stare as advisers Oberyn and Rosalba ran into the scene, the latter clutching her daughter close in what Shay could guess was relief. His gaze was soft as he watched the reunion of mother and child, he was always a softie for family reunions. The direction they came from matched the direction one might take to the goldhead pub, and he tilted his head in curiosity before he turned his gaze back to the site of Sola and the second wyvern battling. Was that a Pegasus with red wings? He chewed on the inside of his cheek absentmindedly as the gears turned in his head. As he thought, he felt the warmth of Asalah's healing touch wash over the burned parts of his shoulder. There were still dark grey marks where his wing met his shoulder, a scar to remind him of this night. If he had been a vainer equine he might have said something. But something made him think Asalah would have to do a lot more healing before the night was over, and he'd rather her save her strength for the travel back to wherever the group gathered for shelter tonight.
"Tate, they're.... those horses are fighting Sola. Do you think..." He trailed off, not finishing the sentence because he still wasn't sure just how to finish it. He looked back at Eleanore as she looked back at him. On the one hoof, he wanted to get her home, and get the others home safe, but on the other hoof. Equine were fighting Sola, and if Sola fell, on tonight of all nights, something else might happen. And he wanted to see it through, and help if he could. Tonight was a night when Aodh was going to change, and he hoped for the better. Post 7|WC: 429 OOC: Interacting with Tate and Eleanore, as well as being healed by Asalah. Mentions Asalah, Oberyn, Rosalba and Sereya
 Outside the scene was no less chaotic than the one she'd left behind. She nodded to Asalah before checking on Mickaiah. The poor hippocampus was shaken up something bad, and the blacksmith made a note to book the two of them a visit to the spa soon. She gently touched his shoulder.
"It's okay, there's nothing to apologize for. Nobody knew this would happen tonight, its fine that you were caught unprepared, we all were. What do you say to taking the next couple of days off yeah? I can book us some spa treatments and we can just do our best to forget about the dragon fire."
She paused to consider his question, looking out at where Sola had flown off to. She appeared to be attacking some other horses, though who they were and what they stood for she had no idea. She sighed, and a long puff of smoke trailed out of her mouth from her fire manipulation. She turned her head back to him.
"I don't know. I doubt Ignacio would let everything go completely to ruin for his children, but you can't deny that things have become much more dire recently. But, as long as we have those we care about, the world won't completely fall apart."
Her ears perked up as she heard the sound of hooves galloping across the city streets, Advisors Oberyn and Rosalba emerging from an adjoining street and joining their group outside the sanctum. They looked panicked, and were a far distance away from the sol district. What were they doing out on a night like tonight?
"Asalah, if you don't mind, I'll accompany you over to the casino. I feel tonight, safety in numbers will be best."
She turned back towards Mickaiah, "If you want to head back to the house first though, I can take you back, just say the word."
Post #6 | Word Count: 313 OOC: Interacting with Mickaiah and Asalah. Mentions Oberyn and Rosalba
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Post by ThatDenver on Mar 1, 2021 12:33:29 GMT -6
The last rays of the sun have long since died. The unnatural storm is now silent as the clock approaches midnight; in the flashes of purple, green and yellow, you can see the fight unfold above the rooves of the Artisan District. Two wyverns clash in the air, and fire lights up the night sky.
The storm, unnaturally silent, bears witness to the screams and roars of the creatures. You see lights turn on in countless windows, curious heads peek out. Screams and gasps. People gathering in the streets to watch, some running off, perhaps to check on their friends.
The fight falls beneath the rooftops, and the flames from the burning building are like a pyre.
Then, there is silence.
Only the fires and the storm light the night, as somewhere far away a bell strikes midnight.
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