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Post by Flarism on Aug 5, 2016 8:37:26 GMT -6
 “Begin the preparations,” she replied, turning away to face the sun once more. The sky was red as blood, surely an omen. “We have work to do.”Event Journal//
Premise Journal//Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 202: Digend's Word! Team Leader: Genesis Participants: Nephilim, Arik & Kira, Voidra, Lucrezia, Grievous, Fletcher Post Frequency: Multiple times weekly. Please keep the following in mind! - Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum! - No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's posts. - AP/CS/FVR Rewards are based on the post frequency you signed up for. Check the chapter journal for earnings! - If the post frequency you signed up for is faster than the plot is designated, you can either revert to the lower amount, or commit to posting more than the others. - If the post frequency you signed up for is slower than the plot is designated, you can bump up to the faster speed if you choose, but you're still only required to do the speed you signed up with. - Your team is precious. Don't let anyone feel left behind! Try to interact with everyone. <3 - Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D |
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Post by Flarism on Aug 5, 2016 10:34:11 GMT -6
The land had slowly changed over the past three months, and the warmth of Spring was promised in the near future, despite the firm grip Winter still held over the land. Here at the base of the mountain, piles of snow had lingered, thick and heavy, as was always true of Onea around this time of year. The raging flurries seemed not long past, their last expedition still vivid in the Cultists’ memories. It had been one of their best chases yet, an adrenaline rush unlike any she’d ever experienced before, and a success of the mission one of her greatest achievements. Their ranks had gained another member, already raised and aged to a more useable state. The young colt was an excellent addition. They were a uniform band, that much was certain, a force that would make Digend proud. The Ascendent stood above her comrades now, the sun’s rays cascading over the horizon in a burst of vibrant reds, casing her blood colored coat in a halo of fire. A narrowed gaze was turned upon the land surrounding them, pensive, considering the decisions made over the last few days. The cultists had set up camp in an easily defendable area, one that they established years ago for missions in the north. Many had answered the call as word spread of their gathering, and they built a considerable force. Options had been discussed as their group grew, and within a few days their plans would be finalized, the camp would be packed, and Digend’s will would be done. What that was had yet to be seen, but their Lord always had a way of making himself known. The sound of heavy hoof-steps sounded from behind, and Genesis flicked an ear backwards, soon followed by her eyes. Nephilim approached, the wise lore-keeper nodding in greeting. “Genesis.” “Nephilim,” the chestnut replied, returning the welcome. “I was awoken from a dream this morning with a sense of urgency. Digend beckons us to move, his plan has already been set in motion,” her mystic voice strong and certain. Genesis met the sage’s eyes, her own narrowing slightly. When she first met the mare, she’d not believed her stories or ‘visions,’ but they had occasionally proven true, and her patience was wearing thin. They had lingered long enough already. “Begin the preparations,” she replied, turning away to face the sun once more. The sky was red as blood, surely an omen. “We have work to do.” --------------
Genesis - Ascendant
Post #1 - 416 Words
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Post by Flarism on Aug 5, 2016 10:35:07 GMT -6
 In the dense forests at the base of Mt. Skeldr, the Cultists have set up camp, their next moves already planned. But as the sun rises over the cliffs, Nephilim speaks of a vision from their lord, an order to act. With Genesis’ approval, the group begins to move. |
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Post by SagaWolf on Aug 6, 2016 10:31:14 GMT -6
Vagabond Cultist
The dappled stallion had found himself a ray of bloody sunlight to soak up, eyes closed and head raised to the light. The darker patches of his hide eagerly soaked up the minute heat, and he enjoyed the blood red light filtering through his eyelids. Around him he could feel, hear and smell the waste cultist body, some restless to move, others, like himself, waiting patiently for the order. He was uncertain of what the Ascendant had in mind for them, what Digend had it mind, but that mattered little. When Genesis would finally speak he would listen and he would follow. Fletcher took a deep breath of crisp air, held it for several heartbeats and exhaled slowly. He turned his face away from the sun and opened his eyes, staring at their little camp through the halo of light that remained. It stung slightly, but the pain was good, a reminder that he was alive and well. He craned his neck to regard Genesis, glowing brightly in the embrace of the sun, and he could not help but smile. She was a glorious sight to behold and as he watched he saw Nephilim approach and exchange words. He couldn't make out what was said between the two, but somehow the energy in the camp changed, and he found himself trembling slightly with wild excitement. They would move soon, come alive and chase across the land as one massive, bloody thirsty beast. He had dyed both mane and tail black, cut them short and had bleached several new white patches into his fur. Some had scoffed at him, some had questioned his devotion to Digend, but that question had been silenced with his hooves. Fletcher was known for his 'masquerades' and for this large scale whatever-was-to-come, he simply would not risk being recognized in the future and tied to the likely bloody event. His personal chaos came from being unknown, able to blend in anywhere, but with his Blessing still weak he had to rely on physical changes as well. Besides, he really didn't care too much about being questioned. Those who had known him long enough, some since birth, knew of his devotion and most importantly so did Genesis. Screw the others. As long as the Ascendant knew, that was all that mattered. He began flexing his legs gently, getting the blood running through his long limbs, eyes remaining on Genesis and ears perked for any orders.
[Post 1 l Word Count: 384] First post aka. Fletcher's devotion to Genesis and playing Dress-up is showing <3
I'll make a doodle of his current disguise soon and link in a future post. |
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Post by Flarism on Aug 7, 2016 11:17:35 GMT -6
Grievous shared the eager energy of Fletcher.
The colt, their newest acquisition, had grown rapidly in the months since his birth. The age potions he'd been fed had done their work, and the boy had quite recently reached twelve years of maturity. Twelve years of muscle and bone, perhaps, but only three months of training and lessons. It had been enough to pass his Proving, and choose his overdramatic name, but he still had a long, long way to go. All legs and radicalism, it was nonetheless a good start. He would be huge when he was fully grown, and he already had a dusting of hair upon his chin. And if the growth of his large horn was any indication, he came with an imposing weapon pre-installed.
His kinked tail lashed behind him as he danced upon his cloven hooves beside Fletcher. His hazel eyes flicked over to his older brother-in-arms, before they returned to their illustrious leader. Something was coming, he could just feel it. Old lady Nephilim rarely had visions that impacted the group, so for her to be speaking to Mother Genesis of one was positively thrilling. The boy hoped it meant blood would soon be spilled.
Nephilim, on the other hand, was wary. While she had faith in her visions, she was aware they were fickle things. And the last thing she wished to do was unwittingly lead her fellows astray.
All she could do was trust that Digend led her well.
She parted from Genesis to take her place among the followers, her heavy hooves crunching the grass that still was stiff with Spring frost. The cold of Onea did not bother her. She'd been born in these lands, and had grown in the frigid air and sharp cliffs. She was as hard as the stone of Mount Skeldr, carrying a quiet strength far more youthful than her fifty years. And she'd raised her child with the same harshness that had served her well in life. Nephilim took up at Lucrezia's side, a sharp flick of her tail against her daughter's rump a reminder to pay attention to whatever Genesis said next.
Wary though she was that her vision was ill-informed, Nephilim trusted that Genesis would still lead them down the right path. Digend chose his Ascendants well, after all.
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Grievous - Vagabond Cultist: Post #1 - 201 Words
Nephilim - Vagabond Cultist: Post #1 - 185 Words
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 7, 2016 14:24:49 GMT -6
Voidra
The Cultist of The Dead Woods
Slow and steady. She thought to herself as she watched the scene unfold before her. With Neph and Genesis discussing things, Voidra felt a shiver of delight ran down her spine, like her horn to gutting an equine. It was quick, precise and most of all it was gratifying. Knowing that soon they would be doing the Lords work. Her lord her savior to the madness of this world. Digend. He was the last breath of a victim, the shrill scream of fear. He was the chaos that filled them all, the madness that spread in their minds. He was this, and so much more. A smile crept along her side, as she watched Fletcher begin to stretch and move, the rise of the excitement growing and growing, she bite her lip, offering that shy coy smile of her. Yes, something good was going to happen. It even seemed Grievous felt the same, and Voidra was eager to see what this new addition could do. A child of Digend, surely he would impress them all. Or so she hoped. The two mares separated and the rush of adrenaline raced through her veins. Any moment, any second Genesis would surely tell them what was to happen. The sky was lit like a fresh wound. Red hued, and Voidra drank it in. Voidra took her place amongst Fletcher and Grievous, in all honesty she was interested in Fletcher's skinwalking talent, wishing a bit she too would be tainted with such affinities, yet her heart belonged to only Digend, and to sully herself with another god, it felt wrong to her. As for others, she was eager that they cheated the other gods for gifts to use only to serve their lord and master. Oh yes they all so cunning with their secrets and gifts. Voidra stomped at the ground, eager to cause some trouble, to watch the red she loved so much to cover the ground and mostly herself. Let her gather new equines for her experiments. Let them all bring Glory to Digend. Post 1
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 7, 2016 14:27:22 GMT -6
Lucrezia always held hope for her mother's visions, even when the rest of the cultists did not, and even when they might seem a bit delusional. Mother knows best, after all. Even if her visions weren’t always true, surely Digend would not give his people false promises.
The young cultist was eager to move, eager to continue Digend’s work. The foal that they had collected from the Night of Bloodletting was growing fast, and proving himself efficent already. With aging potions he had been bulked up to his early teens, passed his Proving with ease, and was becoming stronger with each day. Lucrezia believed that he would prove to be a great weapon for Digend. Lucrezia momentarily shifted her gaze to him.
She hardly noticed her mother approaching. Them she felt the hard slap of a tail against her rump and quickly turned her head to look at her mother. “Sorry,” she mumbled and then turned her focus back to Genesis. Whatever Digend had in store, whatever the lord of chaos wanted of her, she would give her best to him.
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Post by RusticForrest on Aug 7, 2016 21:31:52 GMT -6
Genesis
[ Vagabond | Ascendant ]
The Ascendant kept her eyes away from the cultists for a while longer, though she easily heard the sounds of their building excitement, for she could feel it too. Their Lord had something in store for them today, the pulsing of her blood, the adrenaline already beginning it's run. Closing her eyes, she breathed in. 'Lead us this day, Digend, my king. We are here. We are ready,' she whispered in thought. And she felt oddly at peace completing her prayer. A smile crept over her lips, her eyes opened, and Genesis turned to face Digend's people.
Countenance written with glee, she assessed those below, gaze flicking between each member present. As she beheld her children, pride pricked beneath her coat. Arik and Kira were truly her greatest creations, grown to be devoted and true to their cause. Next, there was Grievous, another child she raised to be a killer. She chuckled softly to herself, yes, he was a spectacular victory. Then there was Nephilim and her daughter Lucrezia, another impressive pair, and loyal to Digend to a fault. Ah, yes, and there was Fletcher, his excitement radiating through the gathering. He looked different from when last she had seen him, but she knew of his gift. Perhaps he had been improving. Such a useful little tool he had. And last, but certainly not least, there was Voidra, the doctor of their blood thirsty band. The respect she held for all of them was high, and her trust in them was complete. As hooves moved and eyes fixed upon her, Genesis knew they were ready. . . and who was she to keep them any longer.
"We are fortunate today, my friends. Digend had chosen to speak, and I intend to answer his call," she declared, deep voice ringing over the camp. "I do not know what he has in store, but if it is anything like our last outing. . ." Genesis laughed gleefully, the memories fresh, ". . .then this one will be just as satisfying. We move immediately, bring only what you need." As she carried nothing with her but the blood-stained vial about her neck, the Ascendant turned towards the crimson sky. "Digend guide us!"
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Post by DawnsComing on Aug 8, 2016 7:31:13 GMT -6
The Twins | Cultists
The light breeze moved Kira's fur and heart, agitating the twitch in her legs even more. The calm was beginning to get to her and Arik could tell it would not be much longer before she broke. A single stomp of the mares hoof was enough to call out to her twin and ever so carefully, the two shadows came together as one. There were no words needed, as they shared the same air; her twin's heartbeat enough to calm the raging fire that built within her.
From afar they could see the small band, just as restless and eager as they. Red eyes shone beneath the bloody skies, taking in every movement, every breath, and every life within their wake.
The twins shifted uncomfortably, not because the group of loyals that followed their Mother and their Lord lingered, but because they were used to being alone; together. It was all they ever really needed. All they ever wanted. The freedom to move between the shadows, to pick their own prey and run it down. It was all but a game to them but now, now they were forced to wait. Kira eye'd the adolescent boy Mother had adopted but months ago, a low glower in her gaze. She could not deny his progress, this was truth, as he had grown and passed his Proving with flying colors. But he was cocky, caught up in his own successes and loosing sight of Digend and his cause. Arik had told her she was over reacting, and that the boy would grow to understand the truth of this life. He was, after all, but a foal in a grown horses body.
Kira relented, pushing her mind and gaze toward her mother as she rose before the others. Her heart leaped, followed quickly by Arik's as the group began to stir. The time for action was upon them and all worries ceased to exist.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 9, 2016 20:54:15 GMT -6
Voidra
The Cultist of The Dead Woods
Voidra was eager, ready to hear the good word, ready to be on the hunt to know what Digend had planned for them all. Eyes widen with delight as she watched Genesis ascend down to them all. Her voice rang out, and it was like music to her ears, Genesis said the vision to be true, to answer the call of her one true love, Digend. Genesis spoke of bringing only what they needed, and Voidra paused for a moment, dare she bring a little satchel of 'healing' wares, or to leave it behind and let luck be on their side. Ears pinned down, no she had to be clever, and cunning and that mean being a bit prepared. Voidra dipped her head towards the words of her Ascendent.
Turning tail Voidra grabbed a few useful items and wares for her Cultist brethren, as well as a metal bridle and chain, who knew maybe she could come home with a new experiment. The thought sent shivers of pleasure and desire down her spine. the idea of a new pet to experiment on, to grow her collection, oh yes it would be so grand. She was so close to completing one of her projects just and equine away and she could have it all, a parting gift. The idea made her softly chuckle to herself. Packing her bag she moved back to the group. Hearing the words Digend Guide Us, made her rear up with delight, shaking her body as she felt the rush of adrenaline course through her veins.
"Let us bring chaos and destruction in the name of Digend." she spoke out gleefully. She was ready, ready to leap into action, to hunt something down, to feel the warmth of blood soak her pelt. Yes she needed this, craved this, and maybe today... She could let loose, let all her walls and guards down. Just perhaps, she could let her true inner monster out. Voidra bit her lower lip, smirking as she did so, yes, that would be a marvelous idea, she thought to herself. Today in the midst of action she would let loose for once, and loose herself in this madness.
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Post by Flarism on Aug 12, 2016 15:21:21 GMT -6
Grievous knobbly-kneed legs were shaking from the excitement as he helped tear down the camp in preparation of the move. He'd grown bored already of hunting rabbits and ravens- he wished a real challenge. The blood of an equine on his lips. The idea was tantalizing. He hoped that this fresh vision of their Lord would lead them to such adventures. He knew precious little of Nephilim- the old mare had given him plenty of stories of Digend as he grew, but very little about herself. But if Mother Genesis believed her sight, than Grievous did too. Mother Genesis was perfect, after all.
She truly was, in his eyes. All-knowing, all-powerful. She had the answer to every question, knew instantly what to do and how best to handle any given situation. She was his chaotic little hero.
Perhaps that was her goal. The best soldiers idolized their leaders, after all. It made for unquestioning and ever sacrificing ranks. He would gladly die for her, as long as he got to take out plenty of others with him. Nephilim prepared as well, and saw that her daughter did in turn. She was ever looming over the mare, quick to point out faults and flaws. After all, in some way Lucrezia was her first show of loyalty to Digend. Children had never been a priority for Nephilim, and had she not received her vision, she might have never bore one. But if an offering had to be made, Neph would do her damnedest to make sure the offering was fitting for the Lord of Chaos.
"Do not forget your scrolls," she barked at her daughter, red eyes ever watching, ever judging. "And pack them tightly, we shall not stop for you if they come loose."
Perhaps some part of Nephilim was taking her anxiety out on her daughter. Or perhaps she was just strict. In another herd, someone may have aided the young mare, but among the Cult there was no such reprieve. Harshness was expected here. In fact, anything else was frowned upon. Digend did not want coddled foals, he wanted soldiers capable of meeting his will.
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Grievous - Vagabond Cultist
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Nephilim - Vagabond Cultist
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 15, 2016 0:27:19 GMT -6
With the Ascendant's word, Lucrezia began preparations to head out.
Her mother kept many scrolls, written versions of the stories she told. The task of writing the stories fell to Lucrezia. She enjoyed it, as tedious as it could be. Her head was filled with stories and she knew almost every story off by heart, her mother had been sure of that. Much of the paper she wrote on was stolen from travelling merchants. It was impossible for a vagabond to entire town, so even if she had the coin to do so, she wouldn’t be able to.
She paused for a moment when her mother spoke and made a brief glance over her shoulder. “Yes mother,” she replied. Her mother’s strict upbringing was customary for all children born into the cult. If they were to survive in the harsh conditions and be of any worth to Digend, they could not be soft. But no matter what way her mother treated her, she still held respect and love for her.
Lucrezia peered into her bag, looking through the scrolls she had packed already. She double checked that she had bound them tightly before she shoved the rest of her scrolls in her bag. After another double-check, she felt ready to go.
She turned and approached her mother, taking a position at her side again.
“We shall bathe Hireath in blood once more,” she spoke and looked up to her mother with a smile.
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Post by RusticForrest on Aug 15, 2016 21:01:24 GMT -6
Genesis
[ Vagabond | The Ascendant ]
The calls of excitement rang out in joyful praise to their dark Lord, the anticipation and excitement a testament to their true devotion. There could be none more dedicated than they, so eager to perform the will of one far greater than themselves. They stood ready, vessels to the movement of Digend. Genesis breathed deeply, the eerie smile she always wore before a mission carved into her muzzle.
And they were moving forwards, the rumble of their hooves signalling the charge of the Cultists. Genesis reared before them, tossing her crimson forelock back. Something was out there, she was certain of it. Digend called to them, moved them forwards with drive only those possessed by the devil could embrace.
What a blessing it was to lead these people. . . Digend had thus far abundantly provided for her position, her claim to her mother's throne. When the cult rallied behind her, she felt as though their strength became hers. They were untouchable. And she, in that moment. in her arrogance, truly believed they could not be felled- that she could not be felled. Digend chose them, and she was swept away in the moment.
"Abaddon," she called to the nearby cloud of smoke. "Go ahead of us, tell us what you see."
Onward the band moved. . .to where, only time would tell.
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Post by Flarism on Aug 15, 2016 21:18:23 GMT -6
As the group traverses the unsteady ground of Onea, their move turns out to be a fortuitous one. Scents familiar and hated reach them. Vindicators! Nephilim's move was a wise one, for it lead them to an old and weakened enemy. At the sight of them, the battered do-gooders split into two groups- a fighting force, and the young and feeble taking flight. Genesis, Nephilim and Arik & Kira, report to Plot 208: Fight, and fight well. Voidra, Lucrezia, Grievous and Fletcher, report to Plot 209: Run, and take out the foals and the weak. |
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