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Post by reyarpg on Feb 20, 2021 0:37:24 GMT -6
 Edenne;| Aodh | Servile Slave
regards adonis's force fields, interacts w/ chevs : is now wielding a bladed fan w/ lullaby blessing The room around Edenne felt quite weird for a few moments as the gravity around them shifted. She managed to steady herself, and she was snapped to being alert when Aleksei commanded them, loudly. She leapt into action herself, grabbing the first item in the bag that called to her. It was a fan, much like the one that she had swiftly tucked back into her cloak - but with a pretty painting on it and magic that oozed off of it and softly sang to her.
Interesting. She pulled it out with her mouth and headed out the door, noting how the frills on the folds of the fan seemed... odd. She wasn't sure how to wield it, what with the weird chimes at the end, but just moving it in her mouth elicited some soft, soothing chimes.
Ah! It clicked in her head and she was already heading out the door, holding the fluttering fan in her mouth. She was hot on Jessiah's tail, and she curiously snapped the fan open, waving it in the air. The special frills and folds of it sang a pretty tune in the wind, seemingly directed at the Chevaliers. Pretty cool stuff, in Edenne's opinion.
Edenne glanced back behind her, wanting to make sure Rosa was safe but also not too far behind. The last thing she'd ever do was leave her behind.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 20, 2021 12:40:43 GMT -6
SOLA
She left the Sanctum, her great wings breaking the storm. With a roar she came, crossing the city block between the great glass house and her target. In her mind, she could hear him; hear her bonded’s betrayed anger at these ants who had sought to harm him.
She could also hear his calls, his attempt to call her back. To wait, to show her force in the field of the great arena once more, after the rebels had been subdued.
Not tonight.
Tonight, she would kill for him.
Sola roared as she crashed onto the roof of the Goldhead. Some of the armored horses in the street screamed – at least a few ran. Formations broke. Sola’s claws ripped into the creaking roof planks, pulling them loose as the whole building trembled under her.
She rose to the air again, breathing fire. Embers caught the wooden structures of the building, but in the strange storm, burned as slow cinders rather than roaring flames.
Golden blood dripped from her brow onto the ground below as she circled her prey.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 20, 2021 12:41:12 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Why weren’t they running? By Ignacio, they should be running.
”Get out! Get out! It’s Sola, she’s…”, Aleksei’s words were cut of by the crash of the wyvern landing. His mind whirred, the bond burning within his soul at Lucius’ excitement. Aleksei shook his head from side to side like trying to chase off a phantom pain, and bolted towards the doors, nearly crashing into Faiza, pushing her: ”Take her and run! Just run! Please run!”
Aleksei felt that his heart might leave his chest. Everything had gone so wrong, so quickly. Sola was here – Sola, the wyvern, Isador’s great weapon, his most loyal follower.
He knew whatever Sola saw, Isador would know. There would be no hiding from them now.
The cold realization crept within him that they could not merely run – they had to fight Sola.
They had to kill her, and likely her master as well.
It is not how he had wanted things. He had not wanted more blood, not more than Isador’s at least.
Reality Manipulation whipped a few Chevaliers aside from the alley path. The front door was about to give in, but he had a feeling the Chevaliers would not wish to enter the place where Sola hunted.
Lucius scratched at his mind again. Not with words, but with images. He had neither the time or patience to delve into detail, to try and gauge for more – he simply took what was offered, and then pushed him aside, bidding him again to stay away – even though he believed that Lucius would not obey. Aleksei’s eyes sought Rosalba’s, finding the kirin easily. As the building creaked above them, Aleksei shouted at her: ”Sola came from Azar. Sereya is there.”
”Run if you must. I will think no less of you”, he told those remaining around him: ”But stand with me if you can.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2021 12:41:21 GMT -6
FAIZA
There were blessings whirling, the Chevaliers looking increasingly unsure of trying to advance as they were met with such resistance, their blessings rendered unusable against their opponents. Faiza was grateful that so many of them stepped forward, ready to aid. She would have fought, too, but she had to keep Marcellus safe. She kept maneuvering the Prince aside, her force field a barrier that both kept the young mare from bolting off, and anything either accidentally or purposefully hitting her.
She saw Jessiah dash around with the cloak, and felt a small relief wash over her. It would help keep the Prince a secret, if a little bit longer at least… Her shield extended over Tesana, welcoming the mare under its protection, too. She heard Aleksei’s words, and she was just waiting for the right moment, quietly urging Marcellus to be at the ready any moment now.
She simultaneously felt the rumble of the roar as she heard it, and it was the first stab of true, ice cold fear she felt that night. Her eyes met Aleksei’s as he bolted closer, the pleading in his voice hitting deep. A part of her wanted to protest, wanted to pull Aleksei with her. But she knew he wouldn’t leave until the fight was over. It hurt her, it terrified her, but she knew it.
So her force field took a tighter hold around Marcellus as she made a run for it, pulling the Prince along, shielding her from any rubble or other equines dashing about.
“Just run, Marcy. Don’t look back!” she shouted at her as they pushed their way out of the building and into the night.
[words 279 / post 4 - Faiza has left the game]
MARCELLUS
Marcellus’ scared, wide eyes looked up at Jessiah and Tesana, helplessly pleading for this to stop, to be just another nightmare… But it wasn’t. She was grateful to be able to pull her heavy cloak over her figure, at least. She said as much, too, but her quiet words must have been lost in the chaos.
So many loud noises, bright blessings, smell of fire… Her head was spinning, her memories creeping up and taking her right back to the night she had died. Aleksei’s blessing warped their very reality around them, just like Solaris’ had done just moments before… She felt so cold. She was trembling. Her heart beat so fast it hurt. She could hear Tesana, and Faiza, but her brain barely translated the words into anything that made sense.
Roar, and a crash. Everything was as if in slow motion. Was this how she died? Again? Her feet felt frozen to the ground, and her eyes pleadingly searched for Aleksei again. There was no time, however, as Faiza’s field practically pulled her rooted feet into movement. She had no other options but to find her feet, mindlessly scrambling after Faiza as she ran as fast and as low as she possibly could. She was terrified for Aleksei, but as per Faiza’s orders, didn’t dare to look back.
[words 220 / post 5 - Marcellus has left the game]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2021 12:41:54 GMT -6
BALE
Bale’s blessing held fast, keeping the blessings of the Chevaliers at bay. He barely had time to glance to his side as Jessiah dashed among their opponents like a literal fireball. He grinned as he pointed his axe at the nearest Chevalier as he too pushed his way into the alley, not needing to worry about the fire licking near his feet. And what a glorious fight it was, with all of Ignacio’s children doing the best they could. Bale was so certain this was his destiny, his purpose, that it didn’t cross his mind that fear might have been the healthy response.
They were pushing and making good progress, forcing the increasingly worried Chevaliers backwards. The first heads up that something wasn’t going to plan was the wave of reality manip that threatened to buckle his knees too. Aleksei’s voice was mostly lost to him over the sounds of fighting, but the roar of the wyvern certainly wasn’t. His head snapped towards the sound, his feet sliding into a halt as the huge creature landed on the rooftop.
He felt fear, yes, but it wasn’t the cold fear that would have grasped at his chest and rooted his feet. No, he felt his veins burn with fire, his slitted pupils dead on target. His teke grasped at his relic, its glow transferring to his eyes, turning gold to fire red as the color bled up to the glow around him as well. It was never a question if he would fight.
He moved aside to let Faiza and Marcellus pass, crushing a Chevalier to the alley wall as he did so. He weaved his way back inside and towards the stairs, his relic up and at ready. He nodded at Aleksei, his eyes burning with a wild, almost manic fire.
He would fight.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 20, 2021 14:00:35 GMT -6
  Runt ♦ Phoenix Aodh - Labor Slave ♦ Aodh - Servile Slave
Help give them out, was that what was asked of him?
Something clicked within the boy, and she hurriedly pulled out a bow and handed it to Phoenix who was assisting him with keeping the bag open. Euonia passed by with spears of light of her own, Tesana a dagger and Edenne a fan from the bag. Runt himself took a short sword from the bag, feelings the power within coursing through his teke.
"Get out! Get out! It’s Sola, she’s…”
BOOM.
Something large crashed onto the building they had not yet left, and his heart leapt into his throat.
No. No, it couldn't be.
Aleksei asked for those who could to make a stand with him. Faiza and the Prince proceeded to leave, and Runt understood that the duo had no choice but to do so. And he realized he had no choice himself. He ran out a few steps, away from Phoenix, before he turned to stand besides Aleksei and Bale. He looked up to the larger stallions, nodding to them.
He was going to make a stand. He would prove to Aodh that Labor Slaves weren't worthless. That he wasn't worthless. If he died, then so be it. So long as Aodh had a king that cared, then his death would have meaning.
Fear was gone, replaced with something akin to hunger that he had felt when he was a Nothing. Eager to inflict pain, to destroy. They had to get rid of Sola. Summoning up the blessing stored within the dagger, he created images of other wyverns bursting through the strange clouds, the illusionary beasts soaring above Sola's head. They roared, taunting her, provoking her despite the fact they actually didn't even exist.
He glared at the golden beast defiantly.
Phoenix looked to Aleksei as he pulled out a bag and ushered Runt to help hand out whatever was inside. Seeing the boy still in shock, she grasped the edges and pulled it open. Glittering weapons of all kinds rested inside, and Runt began to pull them out and hand them to others. She had a bow shoved in her face, which she took within her fire-colored teke. She could feel the blessing within, though she knew not how to use it. She quickly sought the quiver of arrows that were to go with the bow. Aleksei shouted, and she looked up in time for the building to shudder and shake. Panic forced her to pump her legs through Aleksei's blessing as she exited the building with the others, clutching the bow.
Faiza and Marcy fled, just as well, the Prince needed to stay safe. Now outside, Phoenix looked up to the thing that had fallen on the Goldhead. Sola. Burning eyes widened as they looked at the golden beast, and she barely heard Aleksei's request. Stand with him. Was he really going to kill Sola? Was it even possible?
And just as shocking, Runt had turned to stand besides the Advisor and the glowing Flamen, clearly intent on joining the fight.
What was she to do? She could fly away, right then and there, but she had been called here for a reason. Aleksei was counting on her, but what could she do?
Above, more wyverns appeared, and the pegasus turned to see the sword Runt was holding glowing ever so slightly from being used. If he was going to make a stand, than so would she! She glanced down to the bow again, feeling the blessing, and then deciding that she was going to do something brave. Something stupid. Trotting back a bit away from the trio, Phoenix spread her wings. With a few quick pumps, she drew herself into the air alongside Runt's wyvern illusions.
"Keep her distracted!"
She had never done anything like this before, and she knew she was completely insane to do so. But what choice did she have? She cocked an arrow in the bow, then unleashed it towards Sola's wing. She hoped the density control powered weapon would make the projectile that much heavier, and thus, possibly break the bones to keep the beast grounded.  |
POST COUNT: 8 ♦ WORD COUNT: Runt- 347 ♦ Phoe- 393 (total: 740)
MENTIONS: Specifically Aleksei, Phoenix, Euonia, Tesana, Edenne, Faiza and Marcy.
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Post by savorda on Feb 21, 2021 17:04:43 GMT -6
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“Take one of these!”
Oberyn looked down at the bag of weapons, suddenly regretting not taking his friend up on his offer to train him back in university. Still, he reached into the back and pulled out a shortsword that sparked to life in his grasp. Sickly green arcs of electricity ran down the blade before sputtering out at its tip. A little too similar to the lightning flashing outside for his liking, but it will do. He just turned to follow Edenne out into the alley when Aleksei’s warning rang in his ears, Sola. The stench of charred flesh still haunted him from that day at the crucible, but it was only wood that burned today. They were next on the menu it seemed. For one, terrible moment, Oberyn thought “Well, at least I won’t serve as a spectacle.” But he sure as hell wasn’t about to make it easy for the wyvern. He would have stayed and fought, had Aleksei not mentioned Sereya.
The dread and fear that pierced his chest was not so fierce as he suspected it was for Rosa, but he felt it all the same. This fear is universal. Thankfully, his children who were brave enough to sneak out were still too young to consider it, and those old enough often stayed behind to keep their reckless siblings out of trouble. He could guarantee they were still safe behind the gates of Rowan Manor. He looked to Rosa, smoke from the smoldering structures making his breath catch in his throat. He agreed to this plot to overthrow Isador only thinking of his own children, but he’ll be damned if he has to watch Rosa lose the last of hers.
“Come on, Azar isn’t far.” he said with all the gentleness he could muster before dashing out into and down the alley.
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Post by reyarpg on Feb 21, 2021 19:48:58 GMT -6
Edenne;| Aodh | Servile Slave
speaks directly to aleksei and stands with him, also speaks to oberyn | uses lullaby fan | Edenne was more than terrified, spindly legs quaking as she stood in fromt of the collapsed Chevaliers, her bladed fan in her mouth. She looked up at the sky, at the massive wyvern that had just completely destroyed the building they had all been in. The whites of her eyes were almost visible, her hood completely dropped now as she looked up at it. In panic, she glanced over at Rosa and saw her safely escaping. Thank the heavens.
Sereya. Azar. The thought of Rosa not going wasn't even a question. With Oberyn by her side, Edenne was sure that she would be safe. But... she would not turn tail and run from protecting her potential future king. She knew that Rosa backed Aleksei, and in that right, she had his back too. Edenne scrambled to stand - boldly - alongside Aleksei, looking up at Sola.
"You have me," She promised him, not knowing what the future held. "I'll stay with you. Oberyn, please keep Rosa safe." She called back to him. She glanced back at Rosa one last time, worry in her features. By the gods, please stay safe. That's all she could ever ask of her. Turning her head once more, she used her fan to once again weave another Lullaby, hoping to keep the rest of the Chevaliers at bay. She'd do what she could.
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Post by Zugunruhes on Feb 21, 2021 20:00:36 GMT -6
▸Kaspar◂
WC 212 | Post Five
Their blessing cannot be sustained forever, the shimmering air cast over the faces and coats of all in attendance at the Goldhead. They feel the sap on their strength, a candle drawing close upon the end of its wick, but help arrived in another form. From Aleksei's bag they pulled forth a powerful axe, tendrils of lightning snaking across the metal, the pommel ending in a cobalt blue gem. It seemed to hum in the grip of their teke and they silently thanked Ignacio for letting them wield another one of His gifts through the weapon.
They are emboldened by the flow of power they feel, even as a roar louder than the crack of thunder splits the sky and Sola crashes down upon the building. Their illusion slipped from them at that moment and their voice quavers for the might of a wyvern awes any beast, but they called out, "I will stand with you!"
Out in the street Runt and Phoenix worked together to distract Sola and Kaspar rushed out to fight off more advancing chevaliers within the alley. When the axe slammed against a raised sword of one sparks flew with the clang of metal and a terrible jolt coursed through the metal and into the opposing chevalier.
Kaspar has an axe with lightning manip and is using it to hold off chevaliers outside in an effort to assist Phoenix and Runt with what they are doing.
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 22, 2021 2:14:41 GMT -6
R O S A L B A
post 6 | wc 908
Well, it appeared the plans had changed.
At the very least, it seemed her hooves would be spared.
She gave a quick grasp into the bag of imbued weapons, searching for the first thing to call out to her- something stirred against her teke, feeling like growth, and she reflexively pulled it out.
She uncoiled a long, sinister looking whip, and as she brought the dark green length near to inspect she spied thorns, twisting in on themselves as they responded to the movement, growing longer.
How very interesting.
All her life, she’d considered fighting something beneath her. It was not for nobility to get involved, and so she didn’t feel any real regret for not lifting a weapon she intended to use before. But as she turned the weapon in her teke, neatly coiling itself back up, she thought that she could get used to this.
She remembered her powerlessness at the Ball. Of having nothing but her body to put between Rosalie and incoming weapons. Of falling through space and time, helplessly sent adrift.
Gripping the whip until the leather handle creaked, she made a mental note to pray more.
The call came to run, and she followed Edenne out into the alley, ears flat as she watched the commotion, Bale and Jessiah’s furia form lighting up the darkness like the middle of the day. She hung back as far as she could, whip growing heavier in her grasp as her eyes darted over the group, glancing gratefully to Flamen Euonia when a spear of light danced through the air around her, giving them more space.
Her eyes found Runt as the colt took a dagger and made a stand, his eyes blazing with determined light, and something in her chest cracked right down the middle. It felt like when her horn had shattered at the ball- she remembered it, distantly, a crack and nothing more- a sudden sense of wrongness, her whole world tilted slightly off balance.
The crack in her skull, likely, that had done that.
She wanted to scream for him to get back, to run away, to get out of here, but she knew- this had to end here.
She looked at Aleksei, certain they were coming to the same, dark conclusions.
This night would end in blood.
His eyes sought out hers, and he called out to her, and the world stopped turning again. The invisible scar, the one only she could see, throbbed suddenly along the phantom crack in her skull. The world shifted.
Sereya was at Azar.
Sola had just come from there.
For a moment, her mind was blank. The whip shook violently in her grip before she stilled it forcefully, biting hard on the inside of her cheek to snap herself out of it.
In that moment, she made a choice.
She didn’t know if she would regret it later. If she would agonize if she had made the right choice, but in that moment, her only thoughts were of Sereya. Flashing back to the terror of hearing Sereya’s distant, echoing screams from somewhere in the manor, being unable to find her.
The fight they’d had afterward.
Her eyes snapped to Edenne’s as the mare raced away, standing tall at Aleksei’s side and for a moment Rosalba was almost struck dumb by sheer shock and sudden, secret pride.
Since the Dark District, Edenne had been slowly regaining her confidence and her strength, and galloping to Aleksei’s side without hesitation, her head held high and gazing defiantly back at the wyvern in the sky, she made it clear that she had regained both in spades.
“When this is over, come back to me.” She said it stiffly, like an order to return home before curfew, but the underlying message was clear.
Come back to me.
She could well be watching Edenne march into her death, and the thought whited out her thoughts, like the news of Sereya in Azar. Thinking about it made her bite on her cheek again, her tail lashing as she looked away, looking over to Aleksei.
“Good luck, my King.” She told him, and smiled suddenly, fierce and tired all at once. “Give him hell.”
She turned away, and looked up at Oberyn, her face unreadable for a long moment before she smiled slightly, letting out a mirthless huff as she nodded.
“Let’s get going.”
With one more glance to the rest of the party, she prayed fiercely for their safety- even if she stayed, she knew she could do little to help. Strategy, plans, maps- she could give the best damn advice in the world to everyone here and it would mean nothing under a wyvern’s fire.
She could only run, and hate herself for it, but knew she would hate herself more if she did not race to Sereya.
She looked to Oberyn, and for a moment her gratitude showed blankly on her face, that she wasn’t leaving alone, leaving to face whatever she would find at Azar alone.
Her blood chilled, but she looked back only once, her eyes roving over the fight and lingering only briefly on Edenne’s worried features.
She inclined her head slightly, and pressed down all thoughts of what she wished she could say, wished she could do, all the maybes and what ifs, down and down until she could finally crush them under her heel.
With that final look at them all, she turned and ran.
[Rosalba has left the game and is now in Stained Glass Dreams!]
(Interacted: Edenne, Aleksei, Oberyn, mentions Runt)
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 22, 2021 2:27:50 GMT -6
J E S S I A H
post 6 | wc 898
Reality blurred around them, like a physical change in the air- their fire fizzled out as it passed over them, like a great wind. For a moment they fell, feeling suspended in time, before their flames returned with an answering roar, crackling back to life.
Shifting between forms was difficult, but an act they had been ruthlessly drilling in themselves as part of their training. It drained them, their head throbbing already and heart pounding hard, but they pushed through it. As they blazed through the air in a fiery arc, they would shift partially, bringing down solid canine legs against a chevalier’s shield and driving it down to strike them with it. They focused, flipping between forms as they lunged between chevaliers, not lingering too long to be struck- or to cause much damage.
They fought to confuse, to redirect- weaving in flames between soldiers to scatter them, blazing up a fiery wall to halt their progress. In their Pit Fighting days, the aim of the game was to not get hit. Most pit slaves only exchanged a few blows in a fight- each one decisive to the outcome of the match.
And often, decisive to the outcome of someone’s career. They’d ended a few themselves. They would know, intimately, the danger of a single blow.
They had been behind many of them.
Aleksei’s sudden terror was like the spear of light they saw out of the corner of their eye- it cauterized their mind, blanking out white, and their form shuddered as it changed. They shook painfully back into their equine form, stumbling as their hooves hit the cobblestone and the thoughts around them hit them all at once.
They nearly fell to their knees, crushed under the weight of so much fear around them, as Sola came into view. They gasped, staggering as their head lifted, eyes wide, turning back to see Sola send fire blazing down to the Goldhead.
Their mind searched, listening, terrified to see if any minds lingered inside the building- but no mental screams of anguish came, and they could have collapsed at the relief they felt. The voices that surrounded them were all screaming, raw with panic and fear, and mercifully they felt a few chevaliers flee, less voices to be deafened by.
They felt Marcellus and Faiza as they passed and fled, and they could feel the Prince’s terror- and something instinctive reacted in them, responding to the blind panic in her mind. Their heart could not hear it, not without reaching out.
“Faiza will keep you safe,” Their voice, despite everything, despite the flames already beginning to lick at their feet again, was kind. “And Aleksei will be safe. You have my word.”
They meant every word of it, and they hoped it poured through their connection, hoping to offer something to cling to.
They didn’t have much to give her. Her cloak. A promise.
But it was something.
Their form caught flame, shape blurring until they were returned to their furia form, feeling safer at once as they took to the air once more.
“You know I will not leave your side.”
Their voice came through into Aleksei’s mind, vaguely distorted, as if speaking through the crackles of flames. As they spoke, they flew back towards the gold unicorn, whirling around him before changing shape.
Their partially active form touched down to the pavement, black paws steaming on the cool stone. They stood at attention beside Aleksei, flames curling around much of their canine body as they turned their black skull face towards Euonia.
Their face gave nothing away. But the voice that touched Euonia’s mind was filled with sorrow.
“You should run, too.”
They spoke as Rosalba and Oberyn raced away into the night, and they turned to watch them go, ensuring they weren’t followed or stopped. They didn’t wait for Euonia’s reply, knowing her answer before they’d even spoken.
They knew she wouldn’t run. They knew she’d made up her mind.
But they were so, so sorry she had to make that choice. And they hoped she knew that they wouldn’t ever think any less of her, whatever she chose.
In the meantime, they would not let anyone close to her or Aleksei if they could help it- they had little to attack Sola with, or they damn well would have tried by now- the other slaves were doing their best to do so, and they felt a flash of genuine awe, even as it was colored by pain.
They were both young, but Runt was only a child. He shouldn’t be here at all.
But they could read the resolve in his mind, and they could only marvel at it.
They had never been so brave as he was. It bolstered them, flames snapping around their body brightening, their form lowering to the ground in readiness for the next attack, wherever it came from.
They weren’t sure they’d ever been so afraid before, seeing Sola in the sky above them, but the bravery of the others flooded them.
They shoved their fear forcibly aside. It wouldn’t aid them here, it wouldn’t aid the people with them. They clung to the determined courage in those around them, breathing it in deeply and focusing. Pain still throbbed through them from the recent flips between shapes, but they shoved that aside, too.
They would not falter, here.
INTERACTING: Aleksei, Euonia, Marcellus. Mentions Runt.
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Feb 22, 2021 4:26:32 GMT -6
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If it wasn’t Ignacio’s blessing he would receive, a kiss from one of Aodh’s premiere courtesans was still up there on the best offering he could be the recipient of in that moment. What waning strength he possessed was renewed as Nova bestowed her favor, and Adonis fiercely pressed his head against the wood of the front door in vigor as his Force Fields surged.
At first, the trickle of their company outside was halted by the appearance of the Chevalier forces, and now with terror that gripped their dear Prince, Tesana was quick to jump to the Prince’s aid. Adonis was thankful, grunting as his hooves peeled backward as the pounding of force on the other side of the door caused his Force Field to slip just so. Aleksei’s command cleared the tavern of the rest of their companions not long after, and he turned to catch the running glimpses of back hooves.
With a roar of relief, he dodged backward and let his Force Fields shimmer to an end - dropping their pressure on his body as the Chevaliers at the front were to now face him head on. With no other equine in the pub, he would feel free to make use of his space. The bag of weapons Aleksei had dragged out laid behind him, and he dived for it as the door thundered with the last dregs of pounding - wood splintering enough for the peaking of armor and hooves and flanks to shine through.
Adonis once again cursed how he had left his own weaponry at the Black Estate. To come armored and fitted with weapons to the rebellion leader’s meeting seemed like a bad idea at the time but he was very quickly regretting going for the “inconspicuous look”. Any and all finery he had donned himself with, he ripped off and tossed aside as he reached into Aleksei’s bag of weapons.
His teke closed around the balanced weight of a spear - just a tad lighter than the familiarity of a glave - and he brandished it quickly as the wood cracked loudly. The door split in near-two as Chevaliers broke through and he twirled the spear quick and steady in an arc before him. Without warning, ice went ricocheting toward the door - creating a wall as he swung the spear.
The second the ice crystallized out of magic, the building shook with a roar. His blood chilled as cold as the room, and he whipped around to charge out of the back door. Light on his feet, he rushed to the side of Tesana nearby - already blocking himself bodily in front of her and the two young slaves close to her. Sola was a spot in the air by the time he whipped his gaze upward, claws just barely leaving the roof of the Goldhead as she heaved her heavy body into the sky.
Aleksei was desperate, and Adonis could see the same in Rosalba’s face as they both made decisions in that moment - to watch their loved ones leave, and to rush to their loved one’s aid. Jessiah and Bale were twin whirlwinds of action as they kept the Chevaliers at bay, and Adonis was quick to join - tearing his gaze away but taking relief in the distant clattering of hooves as Faiza and Marcellus raced to safety and Rosalba, with Oberyn, to her daughter’s side.
Runt and Phoenix were quick to distract the great lumbering wyvern with illusions, the first of which nearly sent him out of his flank with the new multiple screeching of mirage wyverns. Phoenix’s arrow was a great aiding shot into the sky and he was spurred on into the fight. With a kick of front hooves, Adonis twisted his spear in air after Jessiah - freezing their opponents in place with tendrils of ice around their hooves, or turning them tail with the bite of frost to accompany Jessiah’s burning blaze. Kaspar and Bale beyond them were brilliant pillars of strength, and soon the numbers of their enemies dwindled.
He skidded back as the Chevaliers, with every passing shadow of Sola’s great body as she circled above them, wavered and fled. The power behind the great wyvern’s screeching roars was heartstopping. He was panting hard when they could finally return to Aleksei’s side, and Adonis was quick - despite the bleariness shadowed in his muscles, to flicker a strong but faulting Force Field around their remaining group.
Adonis nodded his head to Aleksei, casting a look over the others, eyes fierce and heart unwaveringly proud to be standing next to such outstanding equines, “I would stand with this current company until my last breath.”
He brandished the spear of Frost Manipulation in a subtle curve like a promise. Tilting his head up to the beast slicing through the air of New Valore. To distract a wyvern for the others to flee was one thing, but to fight Sola? This would be, he feared, to the death. Either they would die here, and left to blow away as ashes of a failed rebellion, or they would have to put hooves and spears onto one of the very beasts all true Aodhinans know was a symbol of their great god Ignacio’s might - the very essence and result of his commanding power when he created them at the dawn of time itself.
If he prayed in that moment, it was done as the most desperate plea he had ever given up to Ignacio. Allow them to brave this storm, and forgive them for this sin. Sola would give them no mercy as long as Isador commanded her. And as long as that traitor sat on the throne, they would show her no mercy as well.
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Interacting: Aleksei, all | Mentioning: Tesana, Nova, Runt, Pheonix, Oberyn, Rosalba, Faiza, Marcellus, Bale
Adonis is using Force Fields, but a weaker version due to exhaustion. It will sustain two or three direct hits before wavering/falling. He is a maxed Weapons Master.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Feb 23, 2021 8:40:22 GMT -6
 Nova;Aodh | Courtesan
shitJust when she thought Isador's dogs were the worst of her problems (oh how she hoped her father wasn't there amongst them), a much larger issue then flew above the pub. The bitch herself, Sola. The giant lapdog of New Valore.
Nova half payed attention to those who decided to part ways to head to another gathering that held loved ones. For the moment, however, she was focused on using Bale as a shield and assisting with any chevs that somehow made it past his ginormous bulk. Her whip that was tied around her back leg coming in great use.
She was further astounded at the slave's bravery and eagerness to fight. Aleksei really owed them big time if they all made it out of this, safely outside Sola's stomach. As Aleksei begged any to leave but desperately needed all to stay, Nova shouted "I've got a score to settle with this stupid lizard. My support is with you until the end. Which could be tonight... One life is all most of us get after all! Nova couldn't suppress the seething rage that erupted from within her as she looked to the scaled lapdog above, the memory of leaping out of a two-storey window because of that bitch never far from her thoughts. Time for Sola to cower in fear instead. That kind of closure could sober the Courtesan up for the rest of her life, probably.
As Phoenix's density blessed arrow flew and embedded itself into Sola's wing, Nova prayed to Ignacio that the dripping wounds the Wyvern had gashed in her were a lot more vulnerable to Electricity than what she picked the rest of her scaled body was. What else could she do! Stretching her blessing further than she'd ever done before, she aimed her strongest bolt right into the deepest claw marks 'what the hell had created those! All of those Wyverns were Runt's illusions... right? She quickly thought to herself and focused her power there. "If anyone else has a sudden plan on taking this ugly beast down, I am all ears over here!" She hollered, hoping someone did have a magic trick hidden under their cloak.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 23, 2021 12:13:37 GMT -6
SOLA
Her eyes briefly follow the first two forms as they leave, hidden under the force field that makes it difficult for her eyes to decipher who they are. She considers swooping after them, blood and rage and flame, but then beasts appear around her.
Sola roars and attacks the first one, pieces of wood from the building still in her talons. Her jaws find nothing – only air as the illusion breaks between her teeth. Roaring in anger and frustration, she seeks the source of this treachery; only to be hit on the wing by a projectile. The arrow, heavy, goes right through the skin, creating a hole. Sola stumbles in the air, but does not fall.
Instead, she now had a target.
Opening her massive jaw, she flies right at Phoenix, fire at her lips.
She does not even notice when Rosalba and Oberyn escape the scene.
But she does notice Adonis, and the glint of the icy spear.
On the last moment, she turns, and aims her flames into the building instead, before landing with claws extended. She rips through most of the upper floor, raining debris down on those inside – to their fortune, nothing heavy falls on them, and a few pieces clonk harmlessly to the ground from Adonis’ shield.
From between the remaining beams strikes Nova’s Electricity Manipulation, which only seems to enrage the wyvern further. She jumps back in the air, now chasing after Phoenix in an attempt to either eat or roast her – whichever comes first.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 23, 2021 17:37:40 GMT -6
Runt ♦ Phoenix Aodh - Labor Slave ♦ Aodh - Servile Slave
But now?
Runt turned his head when Oberyn spoke, mentioning Azar. It took him a good minute to realize that Sereya was at Azar, and Oberyn was speaking directly to Rosalba. Sereya must be one of Rosalba's children, or someone equally as important.
Part of him really wanted to see her fight. She had the presence, the voice, for such a thing, and the whip she had grabbed looked formidable and frightening. Not to mention Rosalba probably hated the beast as much as the rest of them did, if not more. He watched, listened, to the Advisor speak to Edenne before she and Oberyn made a run for it. The wyvern that Sola had shattered formed into a mist, hovering above the alleyway as the duo escaped; Runt would not allow Sola to recognize who they were as they ran.
And he hoped that if he fell this night, Rosalba and Oberyn would remember him, and he hoped her family members were safe.
Edenne and her fan put Chevaliers to sleep while Kaspar worked to keep those who had yet to succumb to the Lullaby at bay. Jessiah, ever silent, ever blazing, curled with flames as they stood as Aleksei's protector. Adonis was doing wonderful work with the spear of ice, freezing hooves to the ground. Nova with her electricity attempts to rend Sola's already injured body more, it it only seems to incense her further. And, unfortunately, Sola found Phoenix through the soaring wyvern illusions. The pegasus had no choice but to attempt to escape.
"No!" The boy concentrates, ushering the blessing through the dagger once more. The illusions shift, then get sucked into a central point between Phoenix and Sola, before Phoenix herself shatters into pieces before their eyes. Each piece shimmers like glass or stars hovering in the air, before the shimmering turns to fluttering, then flapping. Where there had been one, were now at least a dozen Phoenix's, and in the span of about a second. Each illusion shouts, egging Sola on, calling her to them. Even shooting arrows that do not hit. Hopefully this would buy them all more time.
Phoenix was hardly aware of those leaving, her eyes focused especially on Sola. Her attack, unfortunately, had failed to hit the mark. But the pegasus was glad that there was now a hole within the leather. She wondered how well the beast could fly if she continued to pepper holes through the membrane, but judging on how many arrows she had at her disposal, it would be better if she could get a bullseye on the bones. Even more unfortunate, even through the wyvern illusions, Sola snaps her head in Phoenix's direction, filling the slaves veins with ice.
Shit.
Sola turned towards her, but then twisted her head towards Adonis and unleashed a plume of fire as she landed on the Goldhead. Phoenix winces at the sight, heart pounding, praying that everyone was alright. A flash of lightning from the building strikes Sola, but it didn't seem to do much as the wyvern leapt into the air again.
And was heading straight for her.
Ears snapping against her head, the pegasus twists in mid air and attempts to flee, however temporary. She unclips her cloak, letting it fall free, to give herself more flying power without being hindered by it. But before she could get a few strides, images snapped up around her. She blinked, looking back and forth, only to realize there were now many illusions of herself. She twisted in the air again, beating her wings furiously. She was tired, she had never flown so fiercely and so long before. But she had to.
She had to.
She notched yet another arrow, this time aiming for the beasts head. If she could get an arrow in the mouth or even hit the skull, she might be able to take the creature down completely. With her heart pounding, and struggling to stay still in the air, Phoenix released her second arrow.
"Eat this!"
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MENTIONS: Aleksei, Oberyn, Rosalba, Edenne, Adonis, Sola, Kaspar, Jessiah, Nova, Phoenix
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 25, 2021 12:00:29 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Never had he wished so intensively that he too would have wings. Watching Phoenix be chased by the wyvern after wounding it made him feel powerless – Sola was much too high up for his blessing to reach her, and it seemed the Chevaliers were kept at bay by Kaspar and Edenne, at least for the time being.
Suddenly, Sola turned, and landed back on the building with a crash. Aleksei grunted, almost losing his balance as the building shook, and moved closer to Adonis and the remnants of his shield. Now with most of the upper floor simply gone, torn to the side with pieces of roofing still falling into the building, it was easy to see Sola in the sky against the storm.
Her, and the tiny form of Phoenix as she tried to outrun the beast.
Runt called upon his enchanted weapon again, probably saving Phoenix’s life. From the ground, Aleksei winced as he saw one of the illusionary horses be completely “consumed” by Sola’s jaws. As another arrow flew, golden blood sprayed onto them, making a horrific hissing sound as it hit Adonis’ shield.
”Phoenix!”, he shouted above the storm: ”Lead her downwards. We can’t hit her when you’re so high up!”
Aleksei knew Sola could understand him, but he did not care. The wyvern would either chase Phoenix, or she wouldn’t; either way, they could only hope she’d come closer to the building, as horrifyingly backwards as the thought was.
In the back of his mind, he could still hear Lucius, almost nagging. He knew the young wyvern would ignore his direct orders any moment now, and join the fray.
”Jessie, tell her to look out for another wyvern. Lucius might be coming, and I don’t want Phoenix to get caught in the crossfire”, Aleksei told Jessie, too worn by all the sound to try and communicate via the other’s blessing.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 25, 2021 12:12:45 GMT -6
SOLA
No sooner did Runt’s new illusions appear than Sola snapped hear head around at one of them, and crunched it completely between her massive teeth. Again, she found only air, but the sheer image of it was horrifying – that an entire horse could simply vanish into her maw.
A howl of frustration from the wyvern echoed her growing rage, even as her bonded tried again and again to recall her from this battle she had found herself in – even as Isador saw through the messages relayed in their connection the faces of those who had betrayed him.
Sola’s head turned again, towards the real Phoenix. Her reptilian eyes widened as another arrow came her way, and she barely swooped out of the way – with a resounding ‘Snap’, the horn on her left brow snapped in half, and the arrow cut a deep wound. The part of the horn that remained in her head was heavily cracked, and Sola shook her head in pain.
The golden blood dropped down to the building, scalding hot. Sola shook her head again, and in rage, breathed fire everywhere around her before resuming her blind, hateful chase of Phoenix.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 25, 2021 20:47:02 GMT -6
 Tesana;Aodh|Commoner
The mare staggered when the wyvern landed on the building.
Sun and Waves, Tesana thought, the prayer nearly a whimper as the realization of what was happening sank in.
Gaze shifted to find Aleksei, who told them to run if they needed to, but obviously he also needed the help. It was during this moment of indecision that Faiza raced off, dragging Marcellus behind her. Tesana cast them a glance, wishing them all speed but knowing they’d be fine. Then the two Advisers raced off toward Azar Sanctum, and Tesana knew it was because whoever Aleskei had mentioned was someone dear to Rosalba. She could understand the need to be there physically and check upon the loved one.
She could run.
Tesana knew it was an option, and no one here would fault her for it. The sheathed dagger trembled in her jade colored teke as those around her took up battle positions, the wyvern roared, and brave little Runt created illusions with the weapon he’d borrowed.
But dear, brave, sassy Nova’s words rang in the mare’s head and she lifted herself physically and gave a shake. No, she was here, she could help somehow, and her face was known. It was take care of things here, or it was all over anyway. She couldn’t hide from this.
She would have to make herself useful, and be brave.
And since there was nothing she could do about a flying wyvern (and she really, really didn’t want to get close to that thing or what it was doing with its cavernous maw) she leaped outside to Kaspar’s side, away from the raining building debris and burning, golden blood.
“I’ll watch your back, but I’m not a fighter, Flamen,” Tesana told Kaspar, unsheathing the dagger and swiping out to catch an unarmored flank as a chevalier tried to circle around them. The stallion cried out in surprise and shied back, as the pain manipulation enhanced steel bit hard and Tesana blinked.
Maybe...she really could be helpful after all?
She could. She WOULD.
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 25, 2021 21:25:25 GMT -6
J E S S I A H
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The wyvern screamed.
The sound rattled around in Jessiah’s head, deafening them to other thoughts, even their own, and for a moment it was all just white noise and fear inside their mind.
They pushed her aside, mind left raw and aching, currently non existent ears ringing painfully as they nodded sharply to Aleksei’s words, scanning the group around them briefly.
So far it seemed the others were occupying the few remaining chevaliers well- almost all the attention was on Sola, and by extension brave young Phoenix darting in and out of her reach. They glanced once towards Euonia, flames curling around them, before they burst off the ground, sending up a wave of flame roaring towards the closest chevaliers, sending some scrambling back with shouts.
They took to the air, blazing up in a fiery arc up towards the burning Goldhead, weaving around bouts of Sola’s flame, dodging the remaining illusions as if they were real. They couldn’t hear the illusion’s thoughts, but they couldn’t bring themselves to harm even a fake Phoenix, let alone help Sola narrow down suspects to the real one.
“Phoenix,” They called, and hoped not to scare her, speaking into her head. “Another wyvern is coming- his name is Lucius, he’ll help, but you will want to get out of here when he shows up.” They warned.
They hovered in midair as they looked towards her- a black canine skull wreathed in rose pink flame, vaguely holding the shape of a long legged dog, but they took off again moments after speaking. Part of them told them to return to Aleksei, but they knew him to be as safe as he could be right now- even if a chevalier made it to him, they had no doubt Aleksei could handle it.
But Phoenix they worried for. She was alone, up here.
At the very least, they could join her in this fight. They couldn’t let her face Sola’s blind fury alone.
The furia darted through the air, a blur of flame and light, barreling past Sola as Jessiah attempted to get her attention, skimming as close as they dared to the heat coming off her scales, spying the golden blood on her head as they drew nearer.
“Get ready to run.”
Their form rippled.
They landed only briefly, just enough to send what was almost a physical wave of terror through them, but they shoved it down, down as far as they could, slamming the fear down with their paws against Sola’s broken horn as hard as they could.
Anna had told them once courage was not the absence of fear, but the actions in spite of that fear.
They had never thought of that before. But tonight it stuck out to them in crystal clear clarity- they could feel the fear in almost everyone’s minds, even if it did not show on their faces, even as they took up weapons and stood their ground.
It gave them hope and determination that they could find it within themselves to be brave, too.
INTERACTING: Mostly with Phoenix (all their "dialogue" is directed to her) and Aleksei. Mentions Euonia and Runt!
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 25, 2021 22:30:58 GMT -6
Runt ♦ Phoenix Aodh - Labor Slave ♦ Aodh - Servile Slave
Phoenix let loose another arrow, and for a moment Runt wasn't sure she had aimed right. But the density controlled projectile arced downwards, quite literally blasting the beast above the eye and going so far as to snap off the horn from her brow. Golden blood fell like rain, the liquid hissing as it struck Adonis' force fields above his head. The boy grimaced, but she had succeeded in hitting the monster in the face. To his horror, flames were thrown about haphazardly as the wyvern shook her massive head.
And then she was after Phoenix again.
Aleksei shouted, the storm loud in Runts ears, but the boy could hear him all the same. Eyes turned to the flaming furia, listening to Aleksei's words. Another wyvern? With that realization, Runt turned back to Phoenix. He knew he had to keep up the illusions until she could get out of harms way, no matter what. And he was thankful Tesana joined Kaspar at keeping the chevaliers from reaching them. Jessiah, soon after taking out another group of chevaliers, took to the air, like a reverse meteor heading towards the heavens.
Phoenix fled, Jessiah rose, and then slammed themselves down upon Sola's head.
"By the Gods!" Runt nearly choked, his eyes wide. Yet, the act gave Phoenix the means to escape, the small pegasus diving down and turning back towards them. When she finally landed, she ended up collapsing against a nearby wall. Runt wanted to help her, as it seemed like she was desperately trying to catch her breath, but he knew he had someone else to protect now in the form of Jessiah. The extra Phoenix's popped out of existence, yet all around Sola's head new illusions appeared, only this time looking exactly like Jessiah.
"Get out of there!" Runt called out, bracing himself. It was still possible for Sola to whip her head around and catch the real Jessiah, so Runt could only stand there and pray.
And pray.
She was flagging.
Her breath felt like fire in her lungs, and not from the kind she created. Her anger at the wyvern had allowed her to create little puffs of smoke from her nostrils, but she was far, far away from matching Sola's breath with her own. But she had to keep this up. She couldn't waver now, even though her lungs screamed, her wings screamed, hell, her mind screamed. If she survived this, she was giving herself the most luxurious bath she could imagine. She didn't think her new Mistress would dissuade her from pampering herself, not after everything she had done.
If she wasn't devoured, anyway.
It felt like everything was in slow motion, the bows strings being pulled back, the arrow aimed, then fired. The arrow arching through the air. But when it moved, ever so slightly towards the beast, it struck. No, it didn't strike the forehead like Phoenix wanted, but the horn flying off was enough to please the pegasus. She might not have felled the beast, but the creature had suffered not one, but two injuries to Phoenix's attacks. The young mare wondered, amusedly, if she should have trained with Desoto for the hell of it.
Phoenix watched with satisfaction as Sola shook her head and sent fire spewing into the air around her, clearly in pain. The pegasus snorted a huff of smoke in the dragons direction before the beast turned and locked eyes with her. The look was more than enough to tell Phoenix she was in some serious trouble. Only Jessiah would hear the slew of expletives that rushed through Phoenix's head as she turned tail and once again beat her aching wings.
Somehow, over the storm, Aleksei's voice reached her long ears. She was too terrified to stop flying, and his request seemed insane. But she wouldn't disobey an order from her superiors, and she hoped dearly his and the others blessings would prevent them all being bathed in a torrent of fire. She knew she needed to turn around, but Sola would be waiting, wouldn't she? Could she risk diving down while being so exhausted?
Then a voice.
“Phoenix, another wyvern is coming- his name is Lucius, he’ll help, but you will want to get out of here when he shows up."
"What!?" She called back, her mind now whirling. Another wyvern? But a friendly one? Well, wasn't that just fine and dandy! Where was this wyvern before!?
“Get ready to run.”
"I'm already running! Or flying, as it were!" She shouted into the wind whipping past her as she flew. But what was she to get ready for? What were they-
She looked over her shoulder for a moment, just a moment. But that was all she needed to do to see what was happening. The furia slammed down onto Sola's head, exactly where she was injured. Phoenix took that as her cue, and she folded her wings into a dive. The dive was short, one she would probably regret later, but it put her out of Sola's range, and she was able to wheel about and head back towards the Goldhead. She looked back over her shoulder again, ears pinned against her neck.
"Get out of there! Please!" She thought back instinctively, eyes wide, but inner voice pleading. "Don't you get caught up in the wyverns!"
Her wings were on fire. Not physically so, but she was spent. It took everything the pegasus had not to crash land into the group and the force fields, as well as Tesana and Kaspar fighting off the chevaliers. She landed hard on the ground, enough to knock the wind out of her and send her sprawling, but at least she was able to catch herself against a wall. Her wings fell limp, and she slowly lowered herself to the ground.
"I'm...I'm okay!" She spat out in between breaths, her chest heaving.
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MENTIONS: Sola, Adonis, Aleksei, Tesana, Kaspar, Jessiah
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 26, 2021 7:15:22 GMT -6
SOLA & LUCIUS
Sola was raging.
Driven by a blind hatred of these cockroaches – memories, flashing memories of a different fight, eons ago, a fight where her bonded fell and never rose and the silence that followed in her head – Sola dove after Phoenix, all jaws and rage and flame.
As she went she still shook her head, tried to shake the blood from her eyes, golden blood flying through the air like burning rain.
As Phoenix dove, Sola was ready to go after her – but then, a flaming creature rose from the ruined building, slamming into her wound.
Sola screamed in pain as the bleeding wound was dug into, as scales fell and more blood poured, poured onto Jessie’s ashen paws underneath the flame.
Sola opened her good eye, a blue eye full of hate, and twisted her body in the air, slamming her head into the Furia. The creature, so much smaller than her, went flying off, and Sola was about to follow it – teeth, rage, hatred, jaws wide open – when that screech came again, close.
This time, she would not be taken by surprise.
She opens her maw and breathes flame, roaring and growling, spreading her wings wide. The other wyvern stops as well, frills open, claws revealed, and winds wide. They circle each other for a few turns – the black one larger in wingspan, but Sola much greater in body, more mature.
Lucius strikes first. His bloodlust rings in Aleksei’s head as the wyvern goes in for the already wounded brow, digs his claws into the wound enlarged by Jessie’s attack. Sola shakes him off, jaws snapping and flames spiraling, but her left eye is blind now.
Lucius flies in for another strike, but this time Sola is ready. She swoops down, down towards the building, and Lucius, less experienced, is forced to careen off to avoid crashing into the buildings. Sola does not want to land, for she is slow on the ground, and so she hovers in the air just above the building’s ruined second floor, searching for a target for her flames from between the broken boards.
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Feb 26, 2021 21:55:04 GMT -6
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His heart sank watching the small slave Pheonix be accosted by Sola - watching as the wyvern had nearly gotten her time and time again, and yet the small thing was still brave enough to fire another shot. Surges of pride ran through him as Sola screeched in pain, and, between watching Jessiah erupt into flames and soar, he body-slammed a Chevalier into the side of the alley's accompanying building with enough strength that the other equine passed out. Sola’s dripping golden blood rained down onto the Goldhead, feeding flames there that ran hot across their flanks, and he was glad that his shield stayed strong given it all. It wavered sometime - flickering here and there, before being reinforced with every ounce of strength in his bones. It was a lot, but he had to hold - just in case Sola decided to target Aleksei and the others around him.
At Runt’s cry, Adonis whipped around and looked to the sky. Jessiah, blazing in their furia form, had made a daring attack on Sola - and Runt had been there for support immediately with illusions. Adonis was proud but horrified as Jessiah, the real one he presumed, weaved out of the way just as Phoenix crashed to the ground like a comet. He was at her side in a moment, helping the small one to her feet.
“Are you alright?” He breathed heavily from the strain of fight, and his Force Fields, and quickly tucked the small slave to his flank as Chevaliers pushed harder through their ranks. He nudged Phoenix toward his Force Fields, intent on having the brave equine rest underneath his wavering shield, quietly saying, “You fought so well. Your bravery was blinding. Rest now.”
Adonis had all intentions set on protecting Phoenix and sliding back to Aleksei’s side when the sky shook.
He had heard Aleksei, heard his warning shout to Jessiah, of Lucius. But seeing the great wyvern that Aleksei was bonded with was something else entirely. Jessiah, a twin comet of Phoenix, had been knocked from the sky by Sola before Lucius’s black form appeared. The younger wyvern was smaller but no less imposing - and clearly he was ready for a fight, as he all but ripped into Sola’s bleeding wound.
Adonis hissed as Sola swooped to avoid another attack from Lucius, watching the great beasts twist in the sky like nothing he had ever seen before. A battle of claws and wings and piercing screeches so loud and echoing it left the sound reverberating for no doubt miles.
He fought the instinct to dodge and dip as Sola’s great wings beat the air, her body hovering. His warrior’s training told him to act, quick, and Adonis was quick to follow, but the fear in his heart was consuming.
Angling his body away from the others, and hefting his spear with his teke and taking only the smallest moment to calculate its trajectory, he hurled the weapon.
Propelling and slicing forward, with all the strength he could give it, the spear was a missile of ice - the Frost Manipulation spiraling to life as the spear found its mark. Just near the apex of her wing and shoulder, where a strike could incapacitate her ability to take off and fly. Embedded in the wyvern’s skin, Adonis’ spear flared to life and crystallized ice raced up and down the scales near the wound. It was deep, from what he could tell, and Adonis was thankful for that in the least.
The breath he expelled was heavy but he didn’t allow himself any more time to relax, already looking around for another weapon that could have fallen or been forgotten by a Chevalier. He kept his eyes on the great wyvern, not thinking for a second that she was any nearer to defeat than before. That kind of assumption would mean the death of them.
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Interacting: Phoenix, Sola | Mentioning: Runt, Jessiah, Aleksei, Lucius, the others
Adonis has struck Sola with his spear, with Frost Manipulation, and no longer has it. His Force Fields can sustain one more direct hit.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2021 14:08:19 GMT -6
BALE
Bale was not afraid for himself, but the others… How would he keep them, especially Runt, safe? The illusions burst and Phoenix took flight, leaving him feeling powerless, just watching at the huge, snapping jaws and flames above. He shortly joined the fight with the Chevaliers, knocking one out with his axe. He didn’t aim to kill; he was much more concerned with the aerial combat. He needed something he could do without risking the brave pegasus in flight. Facing the glowing, heavy kirin on top of the roaring beast above did make the Chevaliers look less certain about advancing further, at least.
As Sola breathed fire around her, Bale skid in place, seeing if he needed to make a dash to shield anyone from the scorching heat. Thankfully the house wasn’t the target, but he still moved closer to Runt and Aleksei, and the stairs. He needed to get up, closer.
As soon as Phoenix was safely down, Bale’s halberd lit up. Heat would not harm the wyvern, but it could serve as a distraction. Another wyvern joined the fight, and it took Bale a few adrenaline filled beats to recognize the wyverns were, in fact, locked in combat, and not both against them. He watched the wyverns rip at each other, and had never felt quite so small in his life. He just couldn’t freeze, couldn’t stop, and he needed Sola to come closer… Closer.
She remained hovering in the air, and he saw Adonis’ spear fly through the air. That cued as his signal to bolt up the stairs, his lit up weapon brandished and ready. The halberd was far too heavy to throw, but it would provide him much greater reach should he get close enough to Sola. The second floor didn’t seem sound enough to finish his way all the way up, but Bale needed distance between himself and the others; for unlike the others, he would not burn. His axe shot up beams of light, unable to really harm the huge beast, but bright in the darkened sky.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 27, 2021 14:41:21 GMT -6
SOLA & LUCIUS
Sola was in pain. Her left eye was all but gone, her wing wounded, her brow bleeding. She shook her head again, trying to clear her vision, and scoffed flame towards the building. Her remaining eye was watching the sky, watching the other wyvern – never had she fought her own kind, never had she been challenged in the air by one of her own stature, never.
And then, out of nowhere, a large missile. She saw it only moments before impact as it crossed the into the vision of her good eye. Sola moved to get out of the way, but the spear still hit her – sinking into her upper shoulder. Ice, cursed ice, bloomed out of the wound even as she screamed. Sola breathed flame onto the wound itself, cracking enough ice to allow her to stay in the air. Her jaws grabbed the spear, unable to dislodge it; but instead broke it in half.
She busied herself with the weapon, and suddenly, she was washed over by beams of light – lights that came from a creature approaching her directly.
Impudence!
Sola turned her head directly towards Bale now, breathed deep, and let her flames soar over him. One beam of laser cut the remnant of the spear so only the tip remained within her, and with great effort, Sola rose higher into the sky, her torrent of fire squarely on the kirin, the kirin that would not, could not, burn.
Above her, Lucius screeched and swooped down, grabbing Sola’s tail between his talons and pulling her off balance. As a mess of wings and claws and fire, they rose higher in the air once more, above the flaming building. Their screams and roars could be heard across New Valore, echoing on the walls in the midst of a suddenly silent storm.
Sola screamed and twisted, finding purchase with her claws on Lucius’ face, forcing the younger wyvern to release her. She fell without him, but recovered, her chest and then tail crashing through the flaming outer wall of Goldhead’s top floor. Burning debris rained down on the few Chevaliers left at the front door, most of whom now ran.
She balanced herself, her wings aching, her shoulder bleeding. Through the pain, with sheer force of will and hatred and the fire that was an ore in her veins, she kept herself in the sky, only just barely above the building.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 27, 2021 19:50:45 GMT -6
Runt ♦ Phoenix Aodh - Labor Slave ♦ Aodh - Servile Slave
Runt would only recall the illusion Jessiahs once the shapeshifter was safely back with the group, and he couldn't see exactly where the other slave had went after getting smacked by Sola's giant head. Hopefully, wherever they were, they were safe. So the boy kept the darting Jessiah's flying about, even if to distract Sola from Lucius.
Adonis rushed to Phoenix's side to collect her, which Runt was glad for. He couldn't do much to help with his attention focused on the fight, not that he was sure how he could help the winded pegasus. With Phoenix under the forcefield, Adonis struck with his spear, and struck true. Runt watched the ice lace across the wound, and how Sola screamed in agony. Runt felt grim satisfaction watching her struggle with the weapon, and then break it halfway. And even before she could try anymore, Bale was spearing her with light, which forced her to fly skywards. Through the building, Sola attempted to torch the only member of their team who could not burn. Runt almost, almost, laughed at the irony.
Lucius struck again, forcing Sola to retaliate and then crash her tail into the Goldhead. She was just barely above them. Just barely. The illusions still darted around her head like gnats.
And then Phoenix fired another shot.
She felt disgusting, covered in sweat and...was that soot!?
Normally she would have gagged, maybe thrown a mini tantrum about her looks because Phoenix was as vain as they come in Aodh, but breathing was oh so much more important than a little sweat and grime. She had faired worse in the Dark District, and this felt more epic than trudging along in filth. At least she had a really good excuse for this one.
Her lungs burned, begging for air, of which she inhaled with heaping gulps. She had a feeling she wouldn't be flying for a while after this. Her wings might have no feeling now, but she knew they would be aching up a storm for days after this. If they succeeded in killing this wyvern, than it would be worth it. She had assisted, and succeeded. She felt she had brought not only honor to herself, but to House Xoias and her Mistress. Even if she died, she was sure her memory would live on.
Someone hurried quickly to her side, and she weakly glanced up to see it was Adonis. Teke held her close, and she was thankful, if not a little embarrassed. Somehow, through everything, she was still clutching the bow and quiver.
"Yes..yes I'm..." She huffed, still winded. "I'm okay. Just...just need to catch my breath." She managed to smile, almost laugh, as she stumbled alongside him into his forcefields. His incredible compliment even had her flushing, which, for a stallion, was not an easy task. "Thank you Sir."
The pegasus rested on the ground, giving herself time to recuperate. She could very well have stood, but it was easier to lie down while her wings decided they no longer wanted to participate. She watched, she breathed. She couldn't believe she was up there in the sky with that thing only a few moments ago. And now she was watching another wyvern, Lucius, Jessiah had called him, fighting for them. And where was Jessiah anyway? She prayed to Ignacio, praying that Jessiah was safe and that they wouldn't lose anyone tonight.
Breathing was becoming easier, but she still couldn't bring herself to rise. From Aleksei's side, Adonis brandished, and then threw his spear. The pegasus watched the weapon soar through the air and bite into Sola's shoulder. The mare let out a huffing laugh, thoroughly pleased with the ice spreading over the wound.
"Brilliant throw!" She bobbed her head, as clapping her hooves or bowing was out of the question. From the building, where Bale had apparently disappeared into, came beams of light that shot up to the heavens. Sola blasted Bale with fire, but she couldn't do anything to him due to his divine scales. And then Lucius was on the attack again. He pushed her down to the Goldhead, where she hovered precariously above the burning building.
And exposing her underside.
Phoenix lifted her bow again, notching an arrow into the holder. "Watch out," She warned the others around her. She was still exhausted, and she was aware her shot might miss, but she had to try. If she could open a wound from below, Sola would be hard pressed to protect it.
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Post by reyarpg on Feb 28, 2021 13:22:36 GMT -6
There was blood and screams and violence, and everything suddenly happened at once. Edenne found herself overwhelmed in the face of danger, more focused on keeping the Chevaliers on the ground at bay than the wyvern in the sky... however, even dragons must fall. When Sola came crashing down onto the Goldhead, Edenne scrambled as far away as she could, still gripping her enchanted fan in her mouth.
They could always ensure she stayed on the ground. She didn't know what Lullabies dragons listened to, but it was worth a shot, wasn't it?
"Go to sleep, wicked beast." Edenne mumbled, taking a few bold paces towards the dragon and the Goldenhead, snapping her head down and closing her eyes, throwing all of her effort in moving the fan as fast - and as loud - as possible, letting the Lullaby ring through the air at Sola with as much force as it could bring. Her hooves stomped on the ground loud and she felt the vibrations echoing through her own body almost painfully. She was definitely going to feel that in the morning; should they see the morning come.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 28, 2021 14:31:38 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Aleksei wanted to scream after Jessiah, tell them not to go – but he knew it would’ve been pointless either way. Runt valiantly summoned illusions to throw the creature off, but unfortunately Jessie’s attack inevitably made contact, and clued the wyvern in to exactly which was the real one. Jessie was sent flying, out of his field of vision, and Sola herself descended towards the building, only for Lucius to intervene. Watching the two fight was horrifying and magnificent at the same time, and soon Sola flew down, maw ready.
Adonis’ spear found purchase, and then Bale approached the creature, throwing it into what could only be described as a fit of rage. The struggle continued, with Lucius joining the fray once more – and golden blood spilled, from both wyverns this time. Sola’s return towards the ground was less graceful, as parts of the building came down with her.
Pieces of falling wood and ember scratched his skin, leaving Aleksei with scratches and bleeding sores on his back, but the adrenaline forced him to push through – to keep his eyes focused on the wyvern as it came down, down, down, almost within reach.
The Goldhead was probably by now structurally unsafe, and with most of the Chevaliers gone from the front door, he scrambled over the broken glass near the door. With wavering teke, Aleksei opened the latch and stepped outside, to see Sola right there, only slightly above the flaming building. Illusions still swarmed around her when another arrow struck.
Some kind of music played in the background – a very strange kind of melody. It seemed to make Sola drowsy as she struggled, even through all the pain… And finally, she was close enough.
Aleksei’s eyes glowed a horrible, unnatural glow. He looked at the creature, and he pulled, the laws of nature giving way to his anger and fear and the blessing of his goddess, most of all.
Sola was dragged down with the shift, heavier than ever before. Aleksei’s own hooves were as if cement, but the wyvern fell at least, even as the drain of it made his body wet with sweat, and reawoke each ache as salt rubbed his wounds.
But there she was.
Alive, but grounded.
Aleksei wanted to shout more instructions, but found his voice gone. His throat was dry, and his mouth tasted of ashes.
He simply stumbled out of the way, and away from the burning building as yet more rubble fell.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 28, 2021 14:31:54 GMT -6
SOLA
The strange forms around her, like chased shadows, followed her even back to the building. She snapped her jaws at them, roared and growled, and spewed yet more flame. Goldhead’s upper floor was by now well and truly on fire, and Sola’s heavy tail bashed in a window with ease, sending glass flying.
Why would they not die?
How dare they?
How dare they oppose…
WUMP
The heavy arrow did not so much pierce her scales as it cracked one clear in half; the pain of it was not as great as that of the spear that struck her earlier, but the weight of the strike made her waver once more, and she struggled; pain danced everywhere in her body, her stomach bleeding from where pieces of her own scale had sunk into her.
Then, an accursed song. It quelled the adrenaline in her, and even as the wyvern fought it, she found herself drooping, coming closer and closer to ground…
Only to be dragged down.
Captured by an anomaly, she was pulled to the ground. Her tail and back legs smashing onto the façade of the building, crumbling down parts of the wall. Her already injured wing was left under her as she fell, and even when the strange pressure let her go and she managed to stand up, her wing hung uselessly to her side – the tip of the spear now forced deeper, entirely through, severing tendon and muscle. She hobbled uselessly with two legs and one wing, her tail swishing about angrily.
But by now, she could not fly.
And a grounded wyvern was a vulnerable wyvern.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2021 14:32:17 GMT -6
BALE
As Sola turned her head towards him directly and Bale saw the fiery maw open, it was the first moment fear struck through the adrenaline, through the fighting mentality, through feeling like this was destiny. Bale had not been born a kirin, and being engulfed by the impossibly hot flames made every instinct in him scream - yet he was unharmed. By the flames, at least - not so much the building that creaked under both the weight of the trashing creature and the fire.
His eyes were glued on the wyverns as they engaged in fight yet again, but seeing Sola fall sent his feet moving and retreating before the very spot he had just stood in was all but destroyed. His scales shielded him from some of the rubble, but some splinters still pierced his skin. Bale couldn’t afford to stop; his blessing would take care of healing things eventually. If he could make it out alive, that was. He saw Aleksei make his way out, and followed suit through the falling rubble. He did consider trying to save the others, first, but he could only hope they could manage with each other’s help - he couldn’t leave Aleksei fending for himself, either.
He could hear the weird, creepy melody, and watched Sola struggle as she got closer and closer, and still not close enough. His own blessing could sense Aleksei’s, even though he could not touch it even if he had wanted to. It was a weird display, to see the giant creature quite literally pulled down from the sky.
The ground shook under his feet when the wyvern made contact, and a few shrapnels from what was left of the building scraped up his skin further upon hitting him. Bale could barely feel it through the rush, watching his step to not be left under Sola as she fell, or be hit by her angry tail right after.
Standing on the same level, the wyvern seemed impossibly large. For the first time Bale could not stop his thoughts from traveling to Milan, to Ulysses, to home… What if he would not make it? What if, what if, what if… No.
He forced his feet forward, his heart pounding, raising his weapon once more. He pushed himself into motion, headed straight towards Sola’s head, the spear end of the relic pointed directly at her maw and held steady both by his teke and his shoulder.
He could not, he would not, falter. He couldn’t afford to think, he just needed to do this; or die trying.
His body would help block out the flames and shield the others, at least. As he lunged himself at the wyvern, his goal was to sink his weapon deep into the maw as fast and as hard as his body weight, teke and strength would allow. He could just pray to Ignacio that his weapon would reach faster than the deadly fangs.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 28, 2021 15:14:14 GMT -6
Tesana;Aodh|Armiger
It wasn’t the first time this night that Tesana wished she had been a little more interested in learning some self-defense from her chevalier mother. Of course, dwelling in the past would do her no good in the now -- and the now had another wyvern appearing to join the battle.
The mare could only stare and blink, dumb struck by the behemoths in the sky above. One roar that left her ears ringing brought her back to her senses, and she darted forward to where she had seen Jessiah fall. Phoenix had already been check on by Adonis, and Bale was racing up the steps, trying to distract the the scaled menace.
“Are you okay?” Tes breathed, checking over the only momentarily prone form. They didn’t seem to be too physically injured, which was a relief. So far none of their number really had been, and she almost couldn’t believe it.
Her head snapped up as a timber fell nearby, the building a shambles and her jaw dropped as she saw Sola unleash her fiery breath on the glowing kirin. She knew he wouldn’t burn, but still. It made her physically flinch to behold such a scene.
And then the wyvern was basically pulled from the sky, grounded and furious.
“We have to get out of this building. It’s going to fall apart on us if she starts in on it,” Tesana called, though there weren’t too many left inside at this point. Since Jessiah still looked ready to take things head on, the mare turned and scooped up a shield she found discarded, heading out the front door after Aleksei -- only to see Bale charging headfirst at his colossal opponent with weapon readied before him.
“Smoldering Sun,” the hippocampus murmured, near reverently, as she saw the scene, shield going slack in her teke. She’d been intending to use it to help cover Aleksei from any more debris (it wouldn’t do anything against a flame attack, really, except maybe slow their cooking time), but instead she simply stood a few feet away, awestruck.
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