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Post by ThatDenver on Mar 2, 2021 6:04:03 GMT -6
 Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum – however, please be considerate to your fellow players. Posts of 500 words or less are recommended (but not enforced) - Please check with admin (ThatDenver) before bringing along familiars. Please leave other NPCs out! - No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's. - No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway) - Always get consent before harming another character! This includes Isador, who is an admin controlled NPC. - Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D Rewards: 10AP, 10CS if a minimum of 3 posts is reached. +1AP for each additional post. Admin will confirm rewards at the end of the event. Deadline: 6th of April 2021 |
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Post by ThatDenver on Mar 2, 2021 6:04:44 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
To say the night had been eventful would be the understatement of the century.
Somehow, they had all made it away from the Goldhead, relatively unscathed. They had not all come to Cinder Hall together – a few had trailed after, while others had arrived with Oberyn. Bale had left, wandered back home he assumed, and he had sent Phoenix home, or at least to go find her owners – she had done quite enough, and although the slave was amazingly brave, Aleksei did not want to be responsible for her death.
At home, he had taken the opportunity to quickly check up on Faiza and Marcellus, and told them he was safe, but that they had to press on, and soon. Neither of them seemed exactly pleased, but Faiza had simply nodded, and excused herself to go signal Ramiro their arrival.
And then, with just a couple simple dressings on the worst of his scrapes – one of which was honestly already peeling off anyway – he led the group through the streets, the relatively short distance towards Hearthstone Palace that he knew incredibly well.
People had swarmed the streets earlier, heading towards the Artisan District, but most of them had by now left. No one seemed to pay terribly much attention to the ragtag bunch as Aleksei took them around a bend, down a hill, over a small bridge and to small, unassuming door to the side of the Palace. There, they were surprisingly hidden from view – even though the road was nearby, the shadows of other buildings and the very garden itself shielded all of them from view – and far away from the security gate and its Chevaliers.
He remembered using this door to sneak out for adventures as a child.
Not now. It was not the time for nostalgia.
Gently, Aleksei reached out with his blessing, and found what he was looking for soon enough. A single wilted bloom in the hallway inside bloomed back to life.
”Now we wait”, he said to the equines around him, and noted dryly: ”At least it’s a warm night.”
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Mar 2, 2021 13:02:41 GMT -6
 Runt Aodh - Labor Slave It was all a blur, between the time they had left what remained of the Goldhead far behind, to when they were passing through an unseen door into the Palace itself. Those who were wounded were tended to back in Aleksei's home. Along the way he vaguely remembered Lunabelle chiming up a storm when she finally caught up with them, but Runt couldn't remember what he said to get her to go back into hiding.He was exhausted.Somehow, even though he hadn't flown through the air like Phoenix and Jessiah, or charge into the fray like the others had, his mind, his body, felt exceptionally weak. The former had been told to go home due to her exhaustion, of which Runt could understand. She didn't seem to be in any physical condition to fly now, and he prayed she got home safe. But at the same time, Runt felt more alive than he had in his entire life. Electricity seemed to be coursing through his entire body, alighting him with a feeling of power that he had never once felt. It bogged his young mind to think what his life was, and what it could have been. He even wondered if he would change his circumstances if he could. There was no doubting the life of a slave, a labor slave at that, wasn't practically a death sentence. But he had to marvel at steps that had taken him to this very moment.His birth. The murder of his parents. His absorption into the Cult. His escape. Finding friends. Captured by raiders. Sent to Aodh. Enslaved.Helped kill a Golden Wyvern.And now?Part of a major Rebellion.The storm had somehow subsided during everything, not that he paid any mind to the natural occurrences of the world while he was facing certain death. If it was natural. It seemed Alya and Ignacio were almost giving them a backdrop. He actually liked to think it were true. His parents...his parents would have been overjoyed to think their son was as polytheistic as they were.He stood by Tesana in the shadows of the garden, his flank nearly touching hers. He had decided to stick by her, since she had shown so much concern for him back at the Goldhead, and it comforted him to be this close. His eyes sought Aleksei's form in the darkness as the stallion spoke. He nodded even though he knew Aleksei might not be able to see the action.Wake up, Runt. It's not over yet. |
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Post by reyarpg on Mar 2, 2021 13:25:01 GMT -6
Edenne had watched a Golden Wyvern fall, and she had been a part of it. Lulling the dragon, making her swoop lower, it was a powerful feeling. She had kept the Chevaliers at bay, and had already served her future king dutifully.
However, the night's work was far from over. Isador didn't need any time to prepare himself, and Edenne was bravely padding along with Aleksei. Without Rosa around, Edenne was certainly holding herself with more self confidence and the air of a horse who was her own individual.
She was lucky; having not engaged the dragon directly, any bumps and scrapes on her own frame were from the Chevaliers, something she was truly thanking her lucky stars - and gods - for. Edenne was fortunate that she brought her armor with her; it would be invaluable in protecting herself for the coming fight. She was also thankful she still had her own, original, bladed fan with her, as this too would be invaluable.
With that mental inventory check, she stayed rather close behind Aleksei - as close behind as would be permitted, of course, with the others around him. They were waiting, and the empty air and waiting time just led to Edenne's stomach tearing itself apart in knots. She hoped Rosalba was alright. She hoped that the mare would also be returning home.
Edenne gave an understanding, polite nod, glancing wearily out at the sky before just keeping a lookout, still trying to process all that happened that night - and knowing more was to come, too.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Mar 3, 2021 13:30:29 GMT -6
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Misti's sides were heaving, not with any sort of exertion, but fear. Their eyes, blue gems in the night, glittered with the promise of something...something to come. They hadn't been part of the Goldhead crew, had followed Oberyn from Azar instead. They remembered Sola, the way she'd blasted them all - how Misti had almost been a crisp if not for the shield-owning members of the crowd. It was a terrifying thought. But murmurs now were that the Wyvern was no more, and for that Misti sent up a silent prayer to Ignacio. Would the Fire God look down with pride on what they were doing? Misti thought so. They were rooting out the corruption, much like doctors had rooted out the illness that kept them bedridden for their childhood. And as Misti was able to go on to do great things, so would their country when the vileness had been destroyed.
From Misti's shoulder, the tinkling of bells alerted her to them to their familiar's presence, and they sighed softly, trying to hush the creature. Minty fell into silence, not sure what to do with herself. Misti swished their tail. Waiting, waiting was good. It gave them a chance to regroup; to think. But it was also painful. What would they be doing tonight? Great things. And now, now they were standing about and waiting. But...the leader of their group was an Advisor, THE Advisor that they needed. So Misti forced themself to be happy with waiting.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Mar 3, 2021 21:33:26 GMT -6
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Tesana had to admit to herself, she’d never before felt this particular flavor of wired but tired. Oh, she’d felt adrenaline before, the kind that spikes when something large has gone wrong with a business and a sudden expense has reared it’s ugly head. And she’d often been bone weary from pulling long days getting to this point in her life.
But combined in such a way as they had been this night? Never.
And the wonders and terrors of this night simply kept coming.
The commoner had never been to a Noble’s estate before, for while she’d worked with and for Tiffany for years now, their meetings had always been at the spa. However, as magnificent as Cinder Hall had been, her brief stay there had been smudged by the overarching urgency and tension that pervaded everything -- they couldn’t be still for long. They were all wanted now, and had to keep forging forward before things stopped going their way -- if that could be said of things until now.
Generally, Tes thought they could.
Self-concously in the presence of the new Advisers and Flamen, the mare tugged her cloak a bit tighter about herself. It was too warm for the thing, but she wasn’t about to discard it now. Who knows, maybe she could end up throwing it at someone to distract them from trying to stick a sword in her. It’s about how the night was looking, anyway.
She really wished she’d been able to raid whatever passed for Cinder Hall’s wine cellar; wouldn’t that had been a marvel to see?
“That’s true, Adviser. At least we don’t have to deal with the indignity of knocking knees and chattering teeth,” Tesana replied, tone of a similar dryness. The mare glanced down at her side, a smile flitting across her muzzle at the sight of Runt -- as if she make sure he was accounted for and alright. So far they’d been so lucky, but the little one was a shade too foolish in his courageouness, and the hippocampus felt rather responsible for having dragged him (quite literally) into this whole mess.
Tesana didn’t even worry about the fleas, she was planning such a long list of soaks and body treatments after this was all said and done. And the wine. Her assistant manager was going to be busy handing the spa for her for the next...several days, if she were being honest with herself.
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Post by kajeayn on Mar 3, 2021 23:05:34 GMT -6
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Standing near Aleksei, the silent slave smiled humorlessly at his and Tesana’s remarks on the weather, their eyes roving over the area.
New bandages wrapped around their forelegs, underneath their bracers. More bandages peeked out under their armor around their ribs, but they stood steady, alert at his side. Listening for any approaching chevaliers, or anyone at all, more focused on listening for others than on the minds of their companions.
Their accompaniment on this last leg of the journey had been a point of contention, between them and their master, but Jessiah had been unwilling to step back now. They had fought in the Pit with worse injuries. It was hardly as if they were entirely unaffected, but they were aware of how to move their body with injured ribs and throbbing legs. They were still useful, even if they would likely not be throwing themselves into a wyvern’s maw any time soon.
But they could not bear the idea of watching Aleksei’s back as he turned towards the Palace. The panic of realizing everyone was leaving them there at the Goldhead still fizzled in their limbs, like crackling embers. Being left behind was not a foreign sensation but one that cut straight to the quick, had propelled them like new energy to their tired body.
They were so close. All of this- months and months of lead up, planning, spying, training. Knowing their own life and the lives of countless others hung in Isador’s careless hands.
It had to end tonight.
How could Aleksei ask them to be left behind?
They read his mind, his resolve to not allow Jessiah to die for him, and Jessiah could only silently tell him they would not allow that to happen. And maybe a dry part of them had promised that if a wyvern could not kill them, then they felt confident in this next venture.
Maybe they were being prideful, or just stubborn. They didn’t know. Tesana certainly seemed to think so- they’d folded their ears back at her scolding them while helping bandage them up, embarrassed, but a strange part of them felt… almost touched by it. Cared for, somehow. Their first thought had been afraid she thought they weren’t useful enough to come, but that hadn’t been on her mind- only their injuries.
It was a strange notion, but everyone here only seemed concerned that they may hurt themselves- or worse. No one seemed concerned about their usefulness.
What an odd group they’d found themselves in.
It was strange, still, to have a master who insisted upon you staying alive. Jessiah did not seek death- they wanted to live- they simply valued the lives of others over theirs. If they had died in that fight simply to give others a better chance at escape, that was worth it to them.
But if Aleksei wanted them to live, they would live.
And Anna wanted them to live.
Their chest twisted, ears swiveling unbidden in the direction of the Goldhead, turning their head slightly to gaze out that way. They couldn’t see it from here, but they still found themselves staring briefly in the direction smoke sluggishly rose, tasting ash and iron in the back of their throat.
They could not hear her from here. She could never hear them.
But they turned their thoughts towards her anyway, like she could. Reaching out to a voice who could not hear them.
And then very gently set the thought of her aside, not without some regret.
They could have stayed with her. They knew. Part of them wished they had.
Jessiah looked towards the Palace again, their face hardening.
But they had to see this through.
INTERACTING: Mostly in their own head but mentions Aleksei and Tesana!
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Mar 4, 2021 0:27:33 GMT -6
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He looked and felt like an utter mess. Adonis’ mane was stuck in very odd angles, and he had a miniature fit practically trying to comb the damn strands down as he followed Aleksei through Cinder Hall. He didn’t bother to rest much beyond giving his legs a breather, his muscles already wound tight enough he’d need a massage or a tumbler of whiskey to unfurl them. While at Cinder Hall, he had been so drained - and frankly, covered in the soot of battling a wyvern - that he had all but merely regarded their new members with a cool but exhausted expression. Adonis did have to wonder what Advisor Oberyn had seen at the Azar Sanctum, and as they walked forth into the night - where even the brightest of stars seemed dim, he noted grimly, he eased closer to the Advisor.
As Aleksei paused and addressed them all, Adonis turned his tired gaze to Oberyn.
“Advisor Oberyn,” Gods, his voice was wrecked and he grimaced at how utterly out of sorts he must have looked but alas, Adonis carried on, “How was the Sanctum? Did…”
He wondered faintly if it was too much to ask after his sisters. Alixandria and Adelaide, especially Adelaide, were the type to not rest when the streets were churning with activity in such a way. Panic stamped out the propriety and he cleared his throat quickly to continue, “Were there any injuries?”
Adonis winced. Was that too obvious? Did he dare act as a panicked doting sibling after they had literally killed the treasonous king’s wyvern and were currently at the height of a modern rebellion that would be in history books? Isador was bound to be knocking down a door and sentencing them to death any time soon - gods forbid.
He bit back a sigh and tossed his head to clear himself of those anxieties before looking to Aleksei. Their future king, bound to the throne by his new fiancee, stood like a cut of light in the midnight air. Adonis wondered about Aleksei's policies in that moment, but then grimly laughed to himself - if Aleksei had some farfetched idea that Adonis couldn’t stand by, it was a little too late now. Thankfully, he trusted the stallion to lead them true.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Mar 4, 2021 8:42:30 GMT -6
 Nova;Aodh | Courtesan
shitNova felt like she was walking a strange fuzzy line this evening. It had been so many months since she'd been involved in anything straying from work or self-care and now she was following the King's Advisers to overthrow him, probably not in his bed... right?
As they regrouped at Cinder Hall, Nova couldn't get the image of the giant reptilian body laying lifeless outside of the crumbling Goldhead. A giant symbol of the current monarchy that was surely to fall too, or it would be them instead...
Rest in Peace, Goldhead.
She was both thrumming like her electricity and just shaking from the shock of it all. Nova was proud of herself for how much of the Adviser's alcohol she had managed to snag before they left Cinder Hall, she guessed once this was all said and done, she wasn't going to get another opportunity to enter the grand home.
As they stood idly by, waiting for whatever signal Aleksei was after, Nova listened in to the conversations that began around her. For once having no words, but curiosity was always forth-front. At the same time she was hoping this plan was going to be well explained before they had to fight another Wyvern.
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Post by savorda on Mar 5, 2021 2:32:11 GMT -6
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Oberyn almost didn’t leave. Every fiber of his being wanted nothing more than stand on the steps of Azar and just breathe, to bask in this momentary respite. He returned Sereya’s grin in kind. He’d never seen her so down right giddy. It was infectious. He sighed. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind. As wonderful as it was to find Sereya unharmed, only a bit shaken up (if not by Sola, then certainly by Rosa’s sudden rush of affection) he would give anything to race home and hug his own children in the safety of Rowan Manor. But were they truly safe while Isador still wore his gruesome crown? No, he couldn’t rest until he saw this mess he got himself in through to the end. He spared one last glance back at Rosa and Sereya before slipping down an empty side street unseen.
Or, so he thought.
It didn’t take long for him to pick up on the extra set of hooves following him. He assumed the worst, until he built up the courage to turn around, where he could see the albeit faint forms of Lux and Misti following him. He huffed, tail swishing wildly behind him.
“If you two insist on following me, I sincerely hope you know what you’re getting yourselves into.” Oberyn snapped. Whatever irritation his relief morphed into vanished almost instantly. He stuck close to Lux and Misti the rest of the way to Cinder Hall. He’d never admit it, but the company reassured him.
To find everyone alive, even if a little worse for wear, relieved him somewhat. Their night was far from over, but depending on who was asked, they left the worst of it back at Goldhead. Runt’s energy especially pleased him. He didn’t quite understand it, but he knew Rosa had grown quite fond of the little labor slave. He’d need to keep an eye out for him. Oberyn couldn’t imagine the earful he’d get if Runt got hurt and he could have done anything about it.
So lost in his thoughts, their walk to the palace passed by in a haze. Even in the darkness, he could see exhaustion taking its toll on everyone. He might sleep for an eternity should they succeed tonight.
Oberyn nearly jumped, Adonis’ voice startling him.
“Sola did a number on the sanctum, and there were injuries, yes. None that I saw were too serious, however. Nothing beyond some cuts and burns, though the burns did look rather painful.” he said. He wasn’t sure what Adonis wanted to hear, but he hoped he could provide some comfort.
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Post by Zugunruhes on Mar 5, 2021 13:09:16 GMT -6
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A few months ago- on a warm spring morning forever etched into their memory- they had seen a wyvern climb through the sky. Wings so massive they seemed they could carry the sun, Ignacio's light gleaming from their shoulders. And on this day, in gathering darkness on a summer evening, they had seen a wyvern fall. Was it as they had spoken of to Aleksei a few weeks ago? That the night would come to an end and the dawn would break to embolden a new Aodh under brilliant rays of the sun?
That vision helps quell them, but Sola's death and the fight in the alley have not let them settle. To see Aodh citizens fighting against chevaliers, to see an ancient beast born of Ignacio's great power fall, fills them with a sorrow that seeps into every crevice of their being. Though their heart has slowed their chest feels bruised as though it continues to hammer inside of them, a trapped bird beating its wings, yearning to fly. Soon- the hour is growing nearer- then all of Aodh will be released from Isador's reign.
They must believe in that vision of the future though they know many obstacles stand in their way. The pause in Cinder Hall let them catch their breath, steady their thoughts in case their blessing was needed later in the night, but nothing more. A few others had joined them on the way and Kaspar thanked them for the risks they were taking. They were no longer chilled by fear like the moment Sola had first roared. They had faced a wyvern- now they were to face a usurper king, a being so much closer to mortals, that had carved out his downfall with every choice he made with a blade arming his thoughts.
They are quiet for some time until Oberyn speaks up and Kaspar turns to regard the adviser mournfully. That Isador would send his wyvern to harm those in a sanctum, the very place where people came to honor and seek guidance from Him, was the most potent sign of his feelings for the people. "It pains me to know that a place so sacred, and the people sheltering within, faced such horrors and violence. There are many wrongs we will attend to tonight."
OOC: Speaking to everyone, but responding specifically to Oberyn and Adonis about the sanctum.
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Post by buffyandbramble on Mar 5, 2021 13:43:58 GMT -6
So the golden wyvern had fallen. Lux had stood, Azar smoking behind him and chaos all around, simply watching... and thinking. There'd been visions of this, he'd seen some of them himself. Abstract, prophetic things of fallen golden wyverns and fallen white wyverns and lions with wings and yet here, now, there was a fallen golden wyvern and a black one rising away. The golden wyvern he has seen in the vision at the strange building, he was sure that had been a representation of Solaris. She had fallen to the jaws of the white wyvern, Isador he could now assume, who would himself fall to a lion if the rest tale was to be believed. Lux could only find it ironic that the golden wyvern, the real, existing golden wyvern, had been the usurper. What an interesting twist.
Visions, signs from the Gods, warnings of the past and the future... Clairvoyance and retrocognition were within Cascade's space he recalled, but what interest would she have in the affairs of Aodh? What interest did any of the gods have in the politics of mortals? Were they even involved at all? Lux did not put any great faith in divine revelations, blasphemous as that may seem. They were but one wholly fluid and rather unreliable piece of a whole and yet tonight... well, the future remained to be seen. Was it to play out as visions and rumours may tell? And if it did... what said that for the concept of free-will, and control of one's destiny? Were they all just pawns in the games of gods and life, would King after King fall no matter their actions?
This was probably not the best time to ponder the concepts of fatalism.
The arrival of the other advisers outside Azar had been interesting enough he supposed, though he found himself rather unsurprised to see both Rosalba and Oberyn firmly entrenched in a revolution at this stage. Far more surprising had been Rosalba's public display of physical affection for her daughter. What Lux found decidedly more interesting than an arrival was Oberyn's departure from the scene, and after a moment's thought he melted away from the crowd to follow the unicorn.
"The King's wyvern lies dead in the streets, does anyone know what they're getting into?" he retorted when Oberyn turned to call out his followers, but it wasn't intended harshly. He found it all strangely humourous in fact, though he couldn't place why. Truthfully he was somewhat grateful that Oberyn had not shooed him away, it would have been most bothersome to have to try and follow undetected, for Lux had little interest in sitting idly by. This was... this was exciting. It was also time to stop lurking on the sidelines, as he had done whilst the revolution had brewed. Before then there had been a lot up in the air and he'd kept any allegiances of his close to his chest but tonight the tides had shifted dramatically and lines had been drawn in the blood of wyverns.
There was a strange mix of equines gathered in the shadows that Oberyn led them too, at least as far as he could see in the low light. What a collection; commoners and slaves and nobles alike conspiring towards a single cause. He was almost surprised his presence was tolerated, a previously unaligned stranger now lingering amongst them as they... did what, exactly? The curiosity was near killing him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2021 14:08:48 GMT -6
 RAMIRO
They had been building up to this for weeks. Ramiro had been there, carefully keeping watch, keeping Isador close, using his blessing to act like one of his trusted security guards, while the real one was… otherwise occupied.
He had kept his cool, bided his time, waited for a mark.
Tonight, however, had not gone exactly to plan. Every instinct in him had screamed to go out as Chevaliers had flooded the streets and Sola flew from the palace, to go to Aleksei and help… But he could not. It was crucial he did not.
So, Ramiro anxiously waited, and just barely kept in a sigh of relief as Faiza’s pygmy dragon clawed at a window. He gave the creature a tiny nod; soon.
It meant they were still on track, and most importantly that Faiza and Aleksei were still in good strength. He wouldn’t have known what to do with himself if… He couldn’t think about that right now.
He made sure everything was in order before slipping away from the other guards as shifts changed just in time. Down the halls, feeling like any sound, such as a hoof on the marble floors, was impossibly loud.
As the flower bloomed inside, he made the last steps to the door and opened it. He was in the skin of a tall, black unicorn with a green horn and matching green eyes. On his neck a decorative collar, commonly used to keep minds from being read; just a necessary precaution for someone weaving their way so dangerously close to the King.
He looked over at Aleksei and his ragtag group, nodding a greeting. A small spark of electricity was shortly visible in the air, just to double confirm that it was Ramiro himself.
“The route is clear.”
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Post by ThatDenver on Mar 6, 2021 14:09:02 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Aleksei smiled at Tesana, although it was questionable if she could see it in the darkness. He didn’t really know what to say to her, all things considered – it was such an utterly absurd situation from top to bottom. So he settled on just listening absently to the other voices in the darkness, and keeping his eyes on the side door. Ramiro shouldn’t be far if he had seen Faiza’s signal.
Then, the door opened, and a stranger stood in front of them – a tall unicorn, but even though it looked nothing like his friend, Aleksei knew immediately – even before the small spark.
Ramiro’s eyes were always so telling, at least in his presence.
”Ramiro”, he said out loud, his smile now much more visible through the streak of light that washed over them from inside the palace. He stepped in, past the large unicorn, brushing his tail absently against Ramiro’s side in a gentle greeting as he passed.
He supposed the King would’ve retreated somewhere onto the upper floors, likely surrounded by his remaining, most trusted guards. The King would naturally know about the death of the wyvern, and Aleksei wasn’t sure what that would do to his mental state; how unpredictable Isador would now be.
”Sola is dead”, Aleksei told Ramiro, although it was possible the kirin already knew either way. Word did travel quickly on such matters, especially to Isador’s trusted bodyguards.
After everyone was inside, Aleksei nodded at the last one to enter to close the side door behind them. The Palace was dimly lit during this time of night, but compared to the night outside, the illumination was nothing short of amazing. Checking that everyone who had left Cinder Hall with him was there, he turned fully to address the small crowd in a hushed voice: ”Isador is likely holed up on the 3rd floor, in the private royal quarters. If we are quiet, we should able to get pretty far without being noticed – but once we are noticed, there is little chance of avoiding conflicting with Isador’s guards.”
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Mar 6, 2021 15:16:38 GMT -6
Runt Aodh - Labor Slave Tesana mentioned something about waiting in the warmth versus having chattering teeth. Runt wanted to agree, but the sweat on his pelt felt cold even on the warm evening. It made the muscles in his shoulders twinge, his flanks quiver. The anticipation was worse than actual battle. Runt wondered what they were waiting for. He didn't know how wyverns worked in relation to those they were bonded to, he doubted he ever would. But surely Isador was looking through one of the Palace windows. Surely he saw Sola out there above the Goldhead, fighting against visions of wyverns, pegasi and furia alike. Runt suddenly wished he hadn't left the short-sword back at Cinder Hall, it would have been exceptionally useful now against the head of the snake.
In fact, he was beginning to wonder why he was there at all.
He wondered how his Blessing could be useful to them. He had never really used it in it's full capacity, occasionally getting flickers and glimmers whenever he touched something. Not since coming to Aodh though. Not since the slave bridle that rested in Edenne's pack ensnared his head. He could feel Cascades blessing within his chest, cool, like rippling water. But compared to the others, to Aleksei's Holy Blessing, Adonis' incredible shields, Kaspars illusions, Nova's lightning, Jessiah's shapeshifting, and Edenne's sheer strength...his blessing felt lacking.
Cascade, someone, Ignacio? Please help me help them?
And then, he wasn't sure why he asked. Without his parents guidance, he didn't spend any time praying to the gods like he had as a very young foal. And with his enslavement, he didn't turn to them then either. He just accepted the way his life went. He never fought to change it.
He moved a little closer to Tesana, despite himself.
He already proved now, to himself and to those around him, he didn't accept this fate. Cascade blessed him for a reason, and he knew he better respect it. He had a good head on his shoulders, four solid legs and hooves. If pit fighters could take down their opponents with just those things, so too, could he.
Murmuring had him turning his attention to Adonis, Oberyn, and Kaspar. his ears folded against his head at the mention of Sola attacking a Sanctum. Runt hadn't had the opportunity to visit any of the Sanctums, and he hoped that after tonight, if he lived of course, he would be given a chance to see one at least.
The boys gaze turned to Aleksei, and he inhaled in preparation to inquire as to what they were waiting for. It was then the door opened, casting a sliver of light upon them.
Runt instinctively braced himself for some sort of attack, squinting against the sudden brightness. But instead no attack came, the dark unicorn only nodding his head in greeting, a small spark of electricity popping through the air before him. His words made Runt visibly relax, glad that the guard was friendly, obviously part of their group. Eyes swept to Aleksei, noting the smile and the name attached to the guard. The Advisor moved inside, and the rest of the group followed.
Runt cast a glance around the room, but he was more interested in what Aleksei and Ramiro had to say, keeping his focus on the duo. The boy furrowed his brows. Third floor. Royal quarters. Being quiet was of the utmost importance. If they could avoid fighting with anyone, all the better for it. The boy nodded, deciding against a verbal agreement. |
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Mar 9, 2021 16:47:47 GMT -6
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Adonis winced when he spooked the poor Advisor, bowing his head closer to the Advisor’s in thanks. “Deepest apologies, but thank you. I want to believe my sisters have stayed home but after Sola’s great fall, I know better. In the very least, I hope they would stay away from the danger.”
He raised his head, tucked hair out of his face with a grimace. He wished he had brought a tie for the otherwise fashionable cut. Something about a glamorous mane during a battle was just not the way to go. Especially when Isador’s head would likely fall by their hooves in time. The Flamen Kaspar spoke up, and he turned to the hippocampus.
“You’re absolutely right, Holy One,” Adonis bit out, “Isador turned his wyvern on the people, on innocents, housed in a place of our God. He deserved to answer for his sins turning against House Soleil, now he deserves more than ever to answer for his sins against Aodh itself.”
He tossed out his mane in anger, trying to stamp the fire in his heart. Innocents - in a place of worship - having to face the danger of a full-bodied and blooded wyvern, at the behest of their own King. If Adonis hadn’t had manners and priority burned into him from such a young age, he would’ve spit to the ground in rage. Isador would be dethroned before the night was through, and he would see to that as gleefully as once could eat a sweet practically.
Adonis was content to walk patiently alongside Advisor Oberyn and Flamen Kaspar, but noticed quickly the two shades in Oberyn’s shadow. Advisor Lux and Flamen Misti had followed the Advisor Oberyn, and Adonis was thankful for their presence. Though he and most of the others coming from the Goldhead were covered in the soot and golden blood that had come with killing a wyvern, the Advisors Oberyn and Lux, and Misti, looked pristine and the picture of Aodh regality. He was glad for it. At least a handful of them would look like respectable political players, while the others looked like the ragtag rebellion group they were.
His attention snapped to the door they were waiting for. It opened slowly, and the sliver of light into the Palace had his heart in his throat. A guard looked to Aleksei slyly and Aleksei addressed them as, “Ramiro.” Adonis stayed behind and allowed all to pass into the hallway Ramiro had led them into, then shut the door behind them as he rounded the group.
Aleksei was right, the likelihood of them running into Isador’s elite guards was high now that the false King’s wyvern lay dead in the streets and all of New Valore knew. Adonis, with a sweeping gaze, looked for a weapon in the small servants’ corridors. Impeccably decorated, the smaller corridor was a tight squeeze for their group, but it was blissfully deserted beyond them. The third floor… It had been so long since he had been in the Palace, not since he was a boy really, and while he had no in-depth knowledge of the Palace, the servants’ corridors would run through the entire estate no doubt. Perhaps a turn or two ahead of them would allow him reprieve to gather a weapon from a guard outpost?
Though the ice spear he had borrowed from Aleksei was deep embedded in the body of Sola, he cursed the lack of its presence currently. It was a fine weapon, and he felt more secure armed. If it came to a fight, and it would, Adonis would put himself ahead of Aleksei if it meant they could get to Isador faster. The rest at Cinder Hall was good for his Blessing thankfully, and he had managed well with the handling of his Force Fields in the fight at the Goldhead. Now, his Blessing was stronger than ever - as if Ignacio himself had poured molten power into his veins. In the very least, he had that to help protect their division.
“Let us prioritize being light, quiet, and fast,” Adonis quietly agreed with Aleksei, looking to their would-be King, “if we have those predispositioned to fight on our flanks and one rounding the group, we can work in formation.”
He looked to the others, “I can round the back if we can have two others flanking.” Adonis cast a look back to Aleksei to see if the Advisor approved, but then turned to Jessiah and Tesana. The servile’s fighting skills had been most beneficial during their fight with Sola, and Adonis fully intended to ask them for a spar or two once this rebellion business was over with. He could stand to learn new techniques after this. Tesana, on the other hand, had a fierce shield that rivaled his own Force Fields and would be perfect as a flank. Though, any of the others he was sure would work well as their second flank.
Adonis caught Runt’s eye and winked, “If you spy anything to work as weaponry, little one, point it my way.”
His older brotherhood was shining through and he protectively nodded Runt to go amidst the group. Beyond his intent to protect the brave slave, he knew deeply that Runt would be a particularly good and unexpected asset to their fighting and protection of Aleksei if anything should go awry.
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Interacting: Oberyn, Kaspar, Aleksei, Runt | Mentioning: Ramiro, Lux, Misti, Tesana, Jessiah
Adonis' Force Fields have leveled up to Level Three since Pt. II. He is now capable of two Force Fields at once, or a large immobile one that can be held for three to four hours, and makes those inside undectable.
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Post by buffyandbramble on Mar 11, 2021 15:33:30 GMT -6
Lux was quiet, simply observing the assembled group as they waited. The low light didn't do any favours for picking up on details but some faces... some he only recognised in passing, and some he knew. It remained an eclectic group to be certain, further observation did nothing to alleviate that. Soot and blood were apparent on many coats, marks of battle with more than just a wyvern. ...10 horses, for he did not count Misti in that, 10 horses that had stood against a wyvern and now against a King. He had to wonder if there had been more in that battle, and how many had fallen. To think that only a handful of horses had been able to fell a creature of legend, a beacon of a great, lost civilisation. Wyverns, once a myth once more made flesh, and already dead in the streets.
The poets would have a field day.
The door opened, proof of a plot running deeper. Players hidden in shadow, yet close to the King it would appear if the armour was any indication. How long had this been in planning? This seemed like Sola may have simply been a complication in a plot that had already been in motion. Was Isador aware of what was coming then? Was that why Sola had appeared? Lux was speculating, which wasn't something he particularly cared for given the circumstances. Speculation was something to do in one's free time, when there was the luxury of time to consider many things. He was now operating on very limited information, something he was unused to doing. Still, it was quite exciting, a low thrill in the background. He was going to have to rely on an ability to adapt, to react, and his wits in the moment. What a strangely fun change of pace.
Aleksei, the winged lion, spoke in hushed tones, confirming their destination and already others were chiming in begin the organisation. He raised an eyebrow, likely unobserved in the low light, at the mention of those 'predispositioned to fight' because from what he'd seen the group was nobles and clergy, commoners and slaves. No ranks that immediately brought to mind 'warriors', asides from the single chevalier. Still, it was the night a wyvern fell, perhaps anything was possible.
"Perhaps I missed it from orientation," he spoke up, voice low. "But what exactly is your plan should you reach the King?" He liked to think he knew what the answer was, but with this group? Well, it was hard to tell for sure. They'd downed a wyvern, anything was possible. That being said, he still refused to use the word when, entirely unconvinced it was a certainty they'd make it that far. Perhaps they'd used up their miracles for the night? In fact, he'd argue it would be most concerning if they did reach Isador, given that the King was supposedly protected by military elite. He'd be most disappointed if they had to reevaluate what classed as an elite chevalier after all of this.
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Post by kajeayn on Mar 11, 2021 19:17:05 GMT -6
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Around them came voices, some spoken out loud, some only murmured in their own minds. They listened, more attentive to that which was said aloud, but some thoughts crossed their awareness.
They could not keep themselves from glancing down once at Runt, barely suppressing a smile before they looked away again.
The appearance of Ramiro had them stiffening, aware of Aleksei’s calm thoughts and body language and it kept them from reacting further than their muscles bunching in sudden readiness.
They listened, glancing once to the necklace Ramiro wore, thus cutting him off from their telepathy- they were, frankly, grateful for one less voice, but it did mean they would not be able to quickly and silently communicate with him if needed. They made a mental note of that as they stepped quietly inside the servant’s hallway, ears swiveling as they listened and looked, alert for anything out of the ordinary.
“I can scout ahead, if need be.” They told Aleksei silently. Their bird form was small, unassuming, and quick- they’d likely be able to sneak it further into the Palace if they kept to the high ceilings.
It certainly wouldn’t be comfortable, changing forms with injuries, especially to their least favored form, but they were confident they could manage it.
The idea of a confrontation with the guards was certainly unappealing, but it was easier to think of then the true end of their quest- Isador’s quarters. Lux made a keen observation that caught Jessiah off guard- if they made it to Isador, what did that mean of the elite guard he had?
What did that mean for Aleksei’s future safety?
It was something to ponder, and they supposed they weren't surprised that an Adviser would raise a point they hadn’t considered- the few times they had listened to any of the King’s Advisers they always walked away feeling enlightened.
They didn’t dare to reply to Lux’s request to know the plan- they left that to Aleksei, but their ear twitched when they caught the sound of their name in Adonis’s thoughts.
They looked to Adonis when he addressed them, privately a little surprised as ever when they were spoken to, but they nodded sharply in reply.
“I would be happy to support from the side, Emin.” They answered, and paused a moment. “...I would also be honored to spar with a fighter such as yourself in the future, should we all survive this.”
Their last comment was delivered in a dry tone, glancing once at Adonis with a mildly embarrassed expression. His thoughts on their fighting abilities were very kind, and probably undeserved, but they were grateful for the compliment from the fierce Eminent. Almost all nobles they had known didn’t fight- not in the sense they did, with blade and hoof and teeth.
But they still remembered Adonis launching a spear into Sola’s wing joint, his battle roar, the shield he held despite the enormous pressure against it. They had plenty they could learn from him, too- it almost made them dare to look forward to a possible future meeting with him.
If, of course, they all survived this.
INTERACTING: Aleksei, Adonis. Mentions Runt and Ramiro.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Mar 11, 2021 20:12:16 GMT -6
Tesana;Aodh|Armiger
Tesana had stiffened, teke gripped her stolen chevalier’s shield nervously as the door opened. She relaxed a little once it appeared Aleksei knew the unicorn and it had indeed been this individual that they had been waiting on to gain entry into the palace.
She tried to hide a nervous swallow as they all moved inside, ears flickering as she caught the conversation around her. Absently, she reached down and gently patted Runt’s shoulder, a motherly, un-unconscious motion when she felt him shift even closer to her.
It’s really starting, she thought, trying to push down the rush of adrenaline and spike of fear. They’d already taken down a wyvern and pushed back some chevaliers, but they were...about to infiltrate the palace and confront Isador. Would they all be enough?
Unknowingly, her thoughts echoed Adviser Lux’s. None of them, perhaps barring their newest recruit Ramiro, was a professional fighter. Could they manage this? The assortment of powerful blessings everyone seemed to have did give her hope, as did the fight against Sola, but she still couldn’t help but worry...and so instead she simply tried to focus on their instructions.
And praying.
When Adonis spoke and then looked to her, Tesana could only lift her head and blink, glancing to Jessiah and then back to Adonis. Flank? “I’m obviously here to do everything I can to help, Eminent Adonis, but I’m afraid I don’t follow you’re line of thought,” the hippocampus admitted, though she shifted her cloak and brought the simple, if large, shield our from where she’d been holding it close in case she needed it quickly.
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Post by Zugunruhes on Mar 13, 2021 10:01:02 GMT -6
▸Kaspar◂
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Kaspar watches the exchange between the guard- Ramiro in a unicorn's guise- and Aleksei in silence. When they are led inside they cast their gaze around the hall thoughtfully. How this place is riddled with ghosts, their misery brought on in Isador's path to wearing the crown. The flamen's heart ached for the sanctum too and a wave of bitterness rises in them for their days of so easily accepting not only Isador, but many things the Crown had supported for the herd. Their gaze lingers on Runt and Jesse for a moment, and they know things must be different for Aodh in the dawning future- for all the horses in Aodh.
Adonis and Lux speaking up pulls them back into reality and they consider their place among the group. Their fight in the alley with the chevaliers had been exhilarating, but they knew it was the weapon's blessing that aided them, not inherent fighting skills and strategy of their own. But they had their blessing, for when the time was right, and at the very least courage when all else seemed against them.
"Though I am not a trained fighter," Kaspar begins with a small smile, "I am rested enough to call upon my illusions and can use those to disrupt guards before they take the first swing."
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Post by ThatDenver on Mar 14, 2021 14:17:25 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Aleksei’s mind was already up the stairs, through the long hallways, deep into the depths of the Palace. He was thinking, calculating the best approach, trying to recall each room and half-forgotten hallway in the grand Palace. Although they had Advisers with them, Aleksei knew either of them knew the Palace as intimately as he did – he had grown up there, after all, an unique benefit of exploring all the floors freely and without even a guard to watch over you, making sure you didn’t go to places you weren’t supposed to see.
He nodded at Adonis when he spoke, breaking Aleksei’s comfortable silence of merely thinking.
”Yes. We may have to break up occasionally, someone scouting a bit ahead, but I know the Palace well. Better than most of Isador’s guards, I bet”, Aleksei told them, and began to move towards where he knew the servants staircase was. It was only really used by slaves – and kids sneaking off.
He looked at Lux, smiling slightly: ”In a perfect world, Isador would admit what he has done, and surrender to a fair trial by his peers.”
Then, his face hardened, and Aleksei looked older; his eyes colder.
”But I doubt that will happen. I will kill him if I must.”
Trusting the group to follow him, he turned the corner and took a short walk through an empty hall, then opening a very non-descript door, behind which the staircase lay. He peered up into the relative darkness, and saw nothing.
Taking a single, deep breath, he began to rise up the small, narrow staircase that twisted in on itself. Arriving on the upper landing, he saw only another empty hallway, narrow and smelling faintly of onions and potatoes.
”We are in the servants rooms”, he whispered behind him: ”The kitchen here should provide some improvised arms as well. Runt, can you go ahead and see that it’s empty?”
Even if slaves or servants were there, Runt would hardly be a strange sight – the staff of the Palace was always changing when it came to basic house servants, and out of the lot of them, Runt was certainly the least suspicious looking.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Mar 15, 2021 21:09:37 GMT -6
Runt Aodh - Labor Slave Runt stayed silent as per Aleksei's request; he would rather they avoid guards and practically anyone else who would be roaming the palace, and he certainly didn't want to be the one to alert their enemies. The boy looked about, offering Tesana a smile when she patted his shoulder, trying to etch the interior of the building into his mind while simultaneously trying to forget what it looked like. He wasn't sure how keen anyone was that a labor slave was within these walls. As he turned his head, he caught Adonis looking about as well when they shared a glance. A wink was sent his way, as well as a simple request to which the boy simply nodded, still abiding by his temporary vow of silence. He moved himself closer to the middle of the ocean of adults at Adonis wordless, secondary request.
A voice, not one he recognized, spoke up. Runt peered to one of the new members of their motley crew [Lux], and the boy listened intently to what he could only gather to be sarcasm, which quickly lead into a more reasonable question. It of course gave the boy pause. They could, by all rights, sneak through the palace if they were careful enough. But Isador already used a show of force by not only sending Sola to attack them, but there were dozens of Chevaliers that had come to the now destroyed Goldhead. There were many, many more, probably more well trained then that lot that had been beaten back by the heroic actions of their group.
What chance did the boy have? His blessing would hardly be useful, unless they came across something to investigate.
Be doubted that would happen.
Tesana appeared confused at Adonis' tactics, of which Runt was only familiar of because of his...less than conventional upbringing. The thought made him slightly shudder, but he held it at bay in fear of being told to be left behind. Before Tesana's question could be answered, Kaspar spoke up his willingness to protect them by using his illusions. Now that was a useful blessing, Runt recalled vividly, the scene of numerous wyverns, Phoenix's and Jessiah's twirling in the heavens as they distracted the golden beast. If only that were his own blessing, and not a weapon enchanted by the Gods.
Aleksei, through this brief discussion, had remained silent. When Runt looked to his eyes, he could tell the unicorn was elsewhere within his mind, very obviously deep in thought. Finally though, he spoke again, his words lending Runt that bit of confidence he felt he was lacking for this leg of their journey. Aleksei knowing the ins and outs of the palace was moral boosting, especially the Advisor seemed confident that Isador's guards might not know the building as completely as he himself did.
Runt nearly snorted at the 'perfect world' comment. There was much to add to it, but Runt didn't want to be disrespectful; comments about slavery would be saved until after Aleksei had the crown on his head.
When Aleksei began moving, Runt was quick to keep up. Though he ached with fatigue, he was still alert and cautious with his steps, keeping himself as central as possible to avoid potentially hitting anything along the side of the hallway. They came to a door, and soon they were ascending. When they reached the upper landing, the earthy scent of potatoes mingling with that of the pungent odor of onions caused him to wrinkle his nose despite the faintness; he never really liked onions. His gaze rose to Aleksei as the Advisor spoke softly to them, explaining where they were and, a request for Runt himself.
Maybe this was his moment to really prove himself.
The boy gave Aleksei a nod without question and, with a deep breath, moved through the hallway before them, leaving the safety of his companions behind. With every step, he seemed to take on a new form. His body lost the confident step and posture, instead slumping himself into that of a meek slave boy on a mission to his next job, tail plenty tucked between his legs. But his head was awhirl with thoughts. He was formulating excuses as to why he was there in case someone else appeared.
He only hoped it wouldn't come to that, and that he didn't have to have a battle of wits with one of the palaces' actual residents.
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MENTIONS: Aleksei, Tesana. Adpmos, Kaspar, Jessiah
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Post by reyarpg on Mar 15, 2021 22:10:47 GMT -6
Whilst Edenne was quiet, she sure was calculating, keeping an open ear or two out to hopefully get the "jump" on anyone who tried to get the advantage up on the group. She would just quietly await Aleksei's orders, as she didn't know this place well enough. As they approached the servant's hall on the second floor, the faint smell of food almost reminded her of the hunger that would have gnawed at her belly. She hadn't eaten much, if at all, in the time that spanned between her leaving that night and now.
However, it was not the right time, nor place, to be dwelling upon one's empty stomach. Instead, she just sent up a quiet hope that Rosa was alright, praying to whatever god that would listen, and then kept her focus at the task at hand. Fortunately, Edenne wouldn't have much of a need for improvised arms, as she still had her original bladed fan with her, tucked back into her cloak. It would be ready, should Aleksei call upon her for it.
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Mar 16, 2021 0:17:32 GMT -6
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Flushing from a bit of embarrassment, Adonis regarded Jessiah with a tiny quirk of his lips. The cunning servile Aleksei had at his side could hear his thoughts, of course. The rush of the current heist they were in, spiriting themselves down darkened hallways, had left him forgetful of Jessiah’s abilities. It was humorous, and he thanked the servile kindly with an elegant short bow.
“Should we survive this indeed,” He murmured coolly, casting a look from Jessiah to the Advisor Lux. Lux’s question hung in the air like a hovering arrow, directed at Aleksei. Adonis was not sure how their leader would react really, or even, how Lux and the other newcomer - Misti, would react to the revelation of their goal. It was quite hard to put it to words, the intent to kill anyone. Let alone, to kill a king.
Tesana’s musical voice cut into his musing. Adonis was quick to step closer to the Armiger, dipping his head in apology to Tesana as he briefly explained his strategy in low tones, careful not to make too much of a sound as they continued through the hallway, “Flanking is a term for guarding by creating a border. Your shield and quick wit would be a perfect flank for our formation.”
He praised her easily, trying to give her a reassuring smile before snapping back into a defensive mode. The Flamen Kaspar had offered the use of their illusions, both a beneficial and important tactic, and Adonis immediately nodded his thanks to the Flamen. Ignacio’s blessings rained down on those most willing to take a stand, he concurred, as most of the Flamens of New Valore were at the front of this movement. He was glad to be by their sides.
Aleksei spoke then and Adonis was grateful. Aleksei’s childhood in the Palace would be crucial now, and he was hot on foot behind the group, careful to cast an eye behind him to spy anything out of the ordinary. They approached a staircase, to which the entire group followed Aleksei up it. The silence was wide and gaping here, and Adonis’ ears lowered backward.
When Runt went ahead, he had to stop his body from moving after the young one. Again, his instincts kicked in, but Adonis was one of the few who knew better than anyone what the young slave was capable of - a lot. Instead, he pondered what could be found in servants' kitchens. Surely nothing of renowned weaponry, save for maybe a few sharper chef’s knives? Adonis waited from the back for the sign from Runt up ahead but looked aimlessly around the hallway - hoping for any sort of ceremonial displayed weapons or hallway that may lead to an armory.
If push came to shove, a butcher’s knife was better than anything, he supposed.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Mar 17, 2021 11:43:17 GMT -6
Misti || Palasa Flamen || Post Two
Misti's heart wrenched as Runt went out into the kitchen first. Of course, he would not be raising suspicion, but the thought that they might ALL be caught if he made a single misstep frightened them. The sound of voices around them had died down, as they were all following Aleksei's instruction to keep quiet. Misti was aware of their hooves tapping on the hallway floor, and wished that they could silence themself farther. But their blessings were useless here, so they just tried to weigh less. Useless, perhaps, but it eased their mind as they carefully made their way into the kitchen.
Thinking it over, Misti decided against taking any form of weapon. Others needed them more; Misti had their God's blessings on their side. Fire and light, both maximized to the point of doing even fatal damage. Even if their blessings should be used sparingly, they figured that it would be best to leave the weapons for those who weren't equipped with the blessings of their Patron, or hadn't mastered them such as Misti had. So they waited, silent, as the others began looking for ways to defend themselves.
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Post by buffyandbramble on Mar 17, 2021 16:24:40 GMT -6
Had Lux been the sort, he might have groaned in exasperation at the idea of mercy and a trial by peers. He wasn't however, so his mouth just set slightly and an eyebrow raised a fraction. At least Aleksei had acknowledged that killing the King was likely a necessity, which was something. The concept of regicide didn't bother Lux in the least; in fact, he was actually rather disappointed that it didn't sound like the main plan. It was only the backup plan, if the pretty sentiment of allowing a surrender, a gracious acceptance of defeat, fell through. It was exasperating. This was a King who, as he understood the evidence, had assassinated multiple people to get to where he was, who had plotted in the shadows for years, maybe even decades. This was not a King that would just hold up his hooves and go 'you got me, I surrender, sorry for the trouble'. Isador would fight, now and in the future. And if by some miracle he were captured tonight, forcefully or otherwise, what was the point? Isador did not have peers, he was a self-made King. He would still have power and influence, even if you took the crown from his head, and he would not take this lying down. He'd had enough influence to murder multiple former Kings, it was hardly a stretch to think he'd be able to get himself out of captivity one way or another. He'd no doubt fight to reclaim the crown, putting all of this work, effort, and sacrifice in jeopardy for what? To leave him alive simply to trot him out in front of the hive-minded public in a fabricated display of justice, and then condemn him to death for his crimes? Sentimentality and ceremony truly were death to sense. Lux wouldn't call it common sense, there wasn't enough of it around for him to consider it common.
Of course, none of this he said. He just thought it with some frustration - he knew this wasn't an argument that would hold sway, even if it had been the time for it. He had better things to spend his breath on.
He didn't even object to Isador, on a personal or professional level. He'd hardly been worse than Amadeus, and it felt like most of the objections came from his ascent to power rather than what he'd done with it. His handling of some of the situations of late had hardly been perfect but the Kirins would still have attacked regardless of who was on the throne, there would still be massive numbers of refugees at the gates and a scarcity of resources. He might not have made the decisions Lux would have but then, Lux held no aspirations to be King. He was hardly going to want him dead over those choices. But now the tides had turned against Isador, and it was unlikely he'd recover from this politically. Lux held no animosity for the King, but he also felt no loyalty to him. He intended to step to the winning side, and that required him going all-in.
Even if he thought this was a poorly planned idea. There was excitement in the uncertainty at least; he wasn't used to going into things blind. Silver linings, he supposed.
He didn't opt to take anything from the kitchen, instead pulling out an obsidian dagger from under his shoulder cloak. He tended to carry it with him concealed since making Adviser, self-defence and all, though he didn't delude himself into thinking himself effective. He was a noble from a primarily academic house, they didn't exactly grow up waving point things around. He'd managed to get a few lessons from his father-in-law, who had grown up waving pointy things around, but he maintained that if he could best one of Isador's guards with a dagger and inexperience then they really really needed to review the Chevalier budget.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Mar 17, 2021 19:08:46 GMT -6
Nova;Aodh | Courtesan
shit Anxiety fuelled the courtesan's steps as they entered the palace, what in the Gods names were they doing. Sneaking around through the servants quarters. Though, of course she couldn't actually show said anxiety, that'd be ridiculous and uninspiring for everyone.
Static electricity coursed down her spine as the Adviser discussed plans on getting to the royal quarters then Lux asked what was the plan for Isador should they get that far. Nova already had a strong suspicion, but she couldn't help looking in Aleksei's eyes for the true answer anyway. He was strangely elated within these walls, but the tone he took when mentioning the second option screamed to Nova he was here for blood.
She followed blindly as they entered into the kitchen space, grateful for little Runt as he checked the way was clear. She knew it was necessary, but still, picking everyday items to suddenly defend them against those in charge to defend the King sent her stomach into knots. There were no sassy remarks to mask her fear now. As she looked around, her mind racing with scenarios with each choice. She settled on an elongated fire poker, the better to keep any guards further away from herself. That charged with her electricity and Shadow manipulation, she prayed to Ignacio they were on the right path and she'd make it through chaotic time unscathed. Just as she turned back to the group, her eyes got caught on a bottle of cooking wine and with the circumstances she couldn't help but take a swig for her nerves, liquid courage. Instantly feeling better.
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Post by ThatDenver on Mar 18, 2021 12:19:13 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
They got the all clear soon enough, and Aleksei entered the smallish kitchen – still larger than many found in private homes, it had to feed a whole number of serving staff, after all. By the looks of it there was some half-burned onion soup on the stove, left for someone to wash up in the morning, which would explain the unpleasant smell. He stood near the door to the hallway as some of the others chose improvised weapons; for Aleksei, he felt it was his blessing or nothing. He may have been taught fencing as a child, but he was hardly a natural with a weapon.
His eyes sought out Ramiro only briefly before looking back out into the rooms in front of them.
”Once we leave the servants quarters, we have to be very careful. We will likely meet resistance soon”, he said to them, while wondering how likely it was that Isador knew they were here, and was purposefully drawing them as deep into the building as possible.
When everyone looked as ready as they could be, he nodded, and they headed out into yet another hallway.
Time seemed to pass both slowly and quickly at the same time. What most visitors didn’t appreciate was how truly immense Hearthstone was – even at a brisk walk, it could take you over ten minutes to cross the length of one of its long, winding hallways.
And their group was hardly having a brisk walk.
Creeping around in darkness and silence, occasionally passing by a window for long enough to see the sky, Aleksei paid special attention to the movement outside. He was fine with going slow.
If everything went to plan, it was better for them to be slow.
I’m coming home, he thought to himself.
Finally, he would be home.
After a long time of quickly and quietly darting through hallways and rooms, occasionally hiding in one room or another, they drew close to the set of stairs leading up to the third and final floor.
There, six guards were standing at the foot of the stairs, and while darkness still hid the group around the bend of a hallway, it was clear the fight was, by now, unavoidable.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Mar 18, 2021 13:26:16 GMT -6
Misti || Palasa Flamen || Post Three
Misti's eyes narrowed. The horse felt their heart race as they made their way up to the second floor. Choosing to leave the weapons to the others seemed to be a mistake, now, as they stopped short, six Chevaliers visible in the distance. Ignacio above, they had hoped to get a little farther before charging into battle! Misti was not the kind to go charging forward - when the risk of death was upon them all. Otherwise, they might have gone in with teke blazing and body lit with the flames of their blessing. But They couldn't risk the lives of those who were with them. Would they die tonight? Fear coursed through the horse's veins at the thought. Of course, they were willing to do what it took, to make things right. But...still...the idea of falling at the hooves of Isador's guards was terrifying.
Shifting cautiously from foot to foot, Misti looked around. They wanted to speak, wished that they had the ability to communicate telepathically for a second so that they could talk without making noise. But they had no such luck. So they just nodded to the Chevaliers, cocked their head to the side like a horse with a broken neck. Are we going to attack them? Are we going to kill them? The silent thought hung in the air, as Misti looked to their companions for the answers that they alone did not have.
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Post by kajeayn on Mar 19, 2021 1:37:40 GMT -6
J E S S I A H
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They dipped their head towards Adonis when he responded to them, unable to stop a tiny, pleased twitch of their ears- managing to almost find something to smile about, to look forward to, even here in the monster’s lair.
They knew Aleksei loved the place, but to them it would always be the halls of a murderer- they didn’t share his fond memories, only knowing it as Isador’s cold palace, his eyes and ears around every corner. They’d never been comfortable here, couldn’t imagine growing up in a place like this- what was it like, then? All light and warmth, not this cold, unfeeling light and suspicious stares?
Maybe they wouldn’t have belonged here then, either. Maybe they never would belong here.
They watched, listening intently as Runt bravely investigated the kitchen- they heard no thoughts, but Runt provided the all-clear, on the off chance there were any familiars or someone with a necklace like Ramiro’s.
Jessiah slipped in after the others, entering last as they scanned the room, nodding slightly at the suggestion to get weapons if needed, momentarily regretting not having brought more than the sword and shield they had. It was rare for them to leave Cinder Hall armed, or at least visibly so, but now they wished they had acquired more- if only to pass them out here.
They examined the kitchen, quietly opening drawers and cabinets and listening wryly to Lux’s irritated inner disbelief. He kept most of it off his face, which impressed them, and they almost wished to tell him the truth- that Isador would not live to see the dawn, they knew it like they knew there would be a dawn, but they said nothing.
They weren’t certain how they felt about Lux- trust was something they only gave to very select few, and almost none of the horses here had quite earned it. They found Lux’s mind fascinating, however, and had to regularly rein in their listening ears- they had a job to do, and as interesting as his observations were, now was hardly the time to listen to them.
Jessiah’s teke glowed, lifting a large carving knife, turning it back and forth as they examined it. It had a wicked blade, long and curved for slicing through tough, thicker ingredients.
They didn’t want to give it to him, at all, but him being unarmed was something they could not stand for.
They stepped near to Runt, offering him the makeshift weapon hilt first, inclining their head towards him.
One hoof lifted, gently tapping the ground to gain the boy’s attention.
“Hello,” They said, a little stiffly. Children were not their forte. “My name is Jessiah. I apologize for not speaking up sooner, but I am mute, and this form of communication can be… unsettling.” They said, with an apologetic cant of their ears. “But I believe we all may need to be able to quietly make plans, so if you need any of our attention without a sound- only think my name, and I will hear you.”
Bowing their head, they stepped back- but left the knife to him.
They repeated the exchange- with an apologetic, slightly awkward tone- a few times as they moved silently through the palace. They waited for the right time, always gaining the listener’s attention before “speaking”- wary of startling them, even when stealth wasn’t of the utmost importance.
By the time they drew near the third floor, they were almost relieved to be done introducing themselves- something they had little to no experience doing. They were fairly sure they had “introduced” themselves more times tonight then they had in their entire life thus far.
The minds of several chevaliers, as well as Misti’s frantic silent gesture, sobered them quickly. Their face hardened, glancing once to Aleksei before sweeping their gaze over the crowd. Their heart was already racing again, blood roaring through their veins, mind whirling as plans spun around their mind.
“I can relay messages between us all, as needed.” They told the group, having to repeat themselves to speak to everyone- it created an echo in their head. “There are six of them. If we are to do this as quietly as possible, speed is of the essence- whatever we decide to do, it must be a quick attack.”
They hesitated, glancing towards Aleksei, speaking only into his mind.
“Could a false reality around them show an empty hall, even as we pass?” They asked. “Perhaps with Flamen Kaspar’s illusions?”
They didn’t know the limits of his blessing, or how often he could use it- but they did quietly hope to get through this without needless bloodshed.
INTERACTING: Adonis, Runt, Aleksei. Has told everyone in the group they can use telepathy! Mentions Lux.
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