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Post by Flarism on Aug 5, 2016 8:38:56 GMT -6
 “Tonight, we commence, my brothers and sisters."Event Journal//
Premise Journal//Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 203: A Meeting with the Primary! Team Leader: Perseus Participants: Cualli, Peregrine, Milo, Ouusaldus, Antiope, Renata, Drest, Oriole, Tabitha, Torsten, Izel 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 - This is a bonus plot. It takes place some time before the main Flight plots, and has a single checkpoint. Posts on this plot count towards your character's total. Posting here is not required, but keep an eye on it, for something surely will happen. |
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Post by Flarism on Aug 5, 2016 10:26:13 GMT -6
“Let us begin.”From the onset, it was clear that this was not one of Perseus’ normal meetings. While he was no stranger to calling them, and weekly meetings had been a standard function of the Flight since the beginning, this one was... sudden. Doors had been knocked upon in the middle of the night, and they gathered in the heart of the Aerie, bathed only in candlelight. “Tonight, we commence, my brothers and sisters. We have built up our base, built up our numbers, and the time has now come to act. For some of you, I know it has been a long time coming.”He was a cautious leader, perhaps too cautious at times. To some it was a flaw, but if the size of their movement was any indication, it had its successes as well. “Oriole.” To the small supplier mare he gave a scroll, bearing a location and several names. “We’ve had a meeting arranged with several rogues who may be willing to aid us. You know the trade routes well. Lead Drest and Renata to the meeting place- they will know best what supplies the smithy and apothecary need. Be swift, be silent.”“Tabitha. Forgive me for placing you in such a role, but I need you to travel with Izel and Torsten to the new settlement of the Talori cast-offs. Izel’s silver words can influence many a mind, and Torsten can judge their fighting potential. We need further allies, for the time of war nears. And it is you I trust most to protect them.”His eyes turned now to the remaining four, and his brow furrowed slightly in determination. “For the rest of you, I have the most dangerous task. Tabitha’s group will need a distraction to sneak into the settlement. You will be that distraction. Antiope, take with you Peregrine, Milo and Ouusaldus. Draw out the conflict as long as you can, and return to me unharmed. I put my faith in you. Do not let me down.”He spread black wings, and bowed his great head to them. “Fly swiftly, my friends.”
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Perseus - Vagabond Primary
Post #1 - 354 Words
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Post by Flarism on Aug 5, 2016 10:26:57 GMT -6
 With many plans to put in play, the leader of the Flight calls for a meeting. But he is not the only one with news to share. |
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 5, 2016 23:54:47 GMT -6
Ouusaldus | Flock member, Heavy solider
It had been a long day for Ouusaldus, but not unlike any other day. He had followed his normal routine, rising in the morning and eating something quickly before dawning his scarf and mask and heading out for the day. He would check if he had any jobs for the day and if not, go to work training. Whether it was solitary or with others, Ouusaldus usually had a weapon in his grip or his large wings outstretched and catching the wind. Sometimes he would share a quick word with Tabitha or many of the other members of the flock, gathering information on what had happened during the day whilst he was training. He would then eat and change his bandages, sometimes stopping by a medic for a refile of his medicine before he headed out once more, content to walk around the camp or fly freely. And as the sun set he would return to his place of rest once more and prepare for the night.
But tonight seemed different, a static on the air that was different from that of an oncoming storm. And when the knock came upon his door deep into the night, Ouusladus was not shocked. He meerly rose from his meditation, face hidden from those who stood at his door, prehapse wanting to get a glance behind the mask. Delicatly but with speed, he dawned his scarf and fastened his mask, turning and leaving his home. Perseus' meetings were common, but not one so late. It had Ouusaldus mind racing; why would they gather now under the cover of dark? had they beend discovered? His thoughts only made him travel faster, soon entering the heart of the Aerie. He glanced over to the others gathered, giving a solomn nod to Tabitah before moving over to Antiope, standing beside the Estemed military officer. He nodded at her as well before turning to look at Persues, his mask casting reflects on the floor from the dim candle light. He listened intently as Perseus talked, glancing at those he mentioned during his speech. In his heart Ouusaldus was glad that the camp was safe, but wondered why these plans had been put into gear so quickly. He did not question though, instead bowing his head slightly as he was put under Antiope's leadership, turning his head slightly to glance at the golden crowned mare. He trusted her and thought that there was no better to serve under, aside from the fabled leader of the flock himself. He bowed his head once more at Perseus as he spread his wings and gave his blessing to the horses gathered. Ouusaldus was ready to serve, and would not fail.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 6, 2016 9:11:21 GMT -6
Renata | The flock ; Apothecary
Woken up in the middle of the night, Renata had feared something was amiss. Normal meetings did occur regularly but never in this manner. She had shown up face neutral but eyes wide and heart pounding. Seeing Perseus standing as he did however she couldn't find any distress. With a sigh of relief she waited for her friend to speak.
His words were clear and she turned worried eyes to her Izel, her lovely daughter yet again sent on such a dangerous mission. She swallowed difficulty, moving to stand near Drest and Oriole, nodding as she approached them. She quietly wondered why now, during the middle of the night, Perseus had so suddenly to set their plans into action. Was there something wrong after all? What was it that had the male so suddenly decide that it was time to move? Her eyes sought out Izel again, hoping the mare would seek her out before going. She was tired fighting over what was and was not safe to do, but that didn't mean she saw her daughter gladly off into danger. She stopped in front of Oriole, glancing at the scroll in the other's grasp and then to Drest who she had known for so long now. "Let's get ourselves stocked up, shall we?" She said with a quiet smile.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 6, 2016 17:01:47 GMT -6
Peregrine | Flock Member
The gray stallion stood quietly, staring up at his leader with intense yellow eyes. Despite his mangled limb, or perhaps because of how he held himself with it, Perseus was an imposing figure. The white horse was, to say the least, an idol to Peregrine. His firmness was well-regulated, and Peregrine always felt that he owed his leader a debt of gratitude for accepting him, when no other group would. Even now, Peregrine never once questioned Perseus's words; Perseus was his leader, his commander, and he would do whatever he was told.
Glancing about, Peregrine let his eyes land on each of the other horses nearby him. Izel, Oriole, Tabitha. Horses whose names he could not recall from the depths of his mind. Horses he knew, horses he knew of, and some he had yet to speak to. It was a mish-mash to the gray Connemara, and it excited him to be in among this group. A prickle of fear came with the excitement, however. Perseus may have been known for calling meetings, but this was an odd time, and an odd reason. Peregrine couldn't help but wonder what could possibly be on their leader's mind.
He would not have to wonder long. As Perseus outlined the tasks for each group, Peregrine listened intently, hanging off the white horse's every word. So it was off to the Talorian prison camp, was it? It could be daunting, Peregrine knew, but an itching of excitement flowed through him, urging him to stretch his wings and fly face-first towards the danger. Luckily, his brain had the good sense to curb that feeling, lest he fly into the face of stupid. "Do not let me down." The Primary's words echoed in Peregrine's head, and he took them to heart. He would not, under any circumstances, fail his leader or his team. He could not. With this in mind, he turned to the horses singled out to fight. These would be his comrades, and he would be ready to fight alongside them.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Aug 6, 2016 21:32:40 GMT -6
Milo | The Flock | (Violent) Marauder
Bang. Bang. Bang. Milo's head shot up from where it rest on his forelegs, his ears already swiveled backwards and a half asleep glare in his eye. No one dared disturb the moody stallion while he slept, not unless they were looking for a fight. But sure enough, more banging on the stone echoed throughout the cave he called home and resonated in his ears, causing him to grumble in discomfort as he unfurled his wings from around himself and got to his hooves. It would seem that the one who had come to wake him knew of the immediate trouble they had caused themselves by retrieving him, for before he could even bare his teeth once he showed his face, they were quick to explain that the Primary had called an emergency meeting. This brought the young stallion to full alertness. He shook his mane into a more presentable position before nodding curtly to the messenger (whom sighed in relief that they did not incur the wrath of Milo that night) before he spread his now practiced wings and swooped through the breeze until he landed in the place where Perseus held the weekly update meetings. The smaller stallion's eyes swept the room in a moment as he tucked his wings into place to see mostly familiar faces. He found himself between Antiope and Izel as Perseus began to speak and all eyes focused on him. Milo couldn't help his heart beginning to race when the pale stallion spoke of action, and gradually his nearly pinned ears turned forward in interest. As the groups were assigned, Milo watched each cluster together. One for supplies, one to interact with those caught in Torrine...that left Antiope, the large masked stallion whom he had not spoken to as of yet, and a grey stallion he had seen training many times. Peregrine was his name, at least he was pretty sure. When Perseus announced their mission, the scruffy stallion's expression widened into an almost sadistic grin. Their job would be bloody, but Milo would have asked for nothing less. Another horse's blood, especially that of one of the vile Talori supporters, was his favorite accessory. Too long had the Pegasus suffered for a crime that had long since passed into history. Too long were they ridiculed and made to suffer for the enjoyment of those who deemed themselves superior. Tonight they would take action. Tonight, the Talori will learn that cruelty will only be repaid with cruelty. This was a long time coming, they had every chance to stop. But instead of stopping and attempting to seek redemtion, they murdered a child. And now they will pay dearly for the abhorrent crimes they have committed. Milo's breaths came in deeper and rushed through his nostrils as he snorted his approval. His whole body quivered in anticipation. He beat his muscular wings in Perseus' direction a few times just to ruffle his feathers as if to let his Primary know that letting him down wasn't an option, and they will make him proud. He then turned to Antiope, whom he had grown to hold to almost as high an esteem as Perseus himself, and the other two stallions in his mission group. "I am ready. Lead on, Antiope." Milo murmured to the mare with the sharp helmet and beat his wings again, eager to take off into the night. He stole a final glance at the supplies group where a few mares he had grown fond of were leaving and hoped they would stay safe. They reminded him of his mother, and would be very deeply upset should anything happen to them.
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Post by Flarism on Aug 7, 2016 12:07:05 GMT -6
Perseus watched the groups cluster, and his pride in their willingness triumphed over his worry for them. He too was eager for action, but his time had not yet come. Sending his children out when he himself sat safe in the Aerie... it did not sit well with him. Leadership meant leading the charge, but rebellion required a living figure, and this opposing forces left Perseus with little choice but to send his soldiers out without him.
He just had to trust that he'd taught them well enough. Any losses would weigh heavily on his heart. Each member of his Flock was a dear child, a dear friend, and to risk them was painful. He supposed that was the burden of being a leader.
He met any gaze that turned his way, before turning tired eyes to Cualli. His wife, his partner in all things. She had helped him to plan these missions, and he trusted her judgement. He knew her care for their Flock matched his own, despite the fins upon her back. He tried not to notice them, these days, for they set his mind to confusion. -------------------------------------------
Perseus - Vagabond Primary
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Post by brindletail on Aug 7, 2016 13:06:28 GMT -6
Torsten "Where you recognise evil, speak out against it, and give no truces to your enemies "- Viking proverb.
The golden pegasus was awake when the rapping at his door came. He hurriedly kicked the bottles of his various ethers that quelled his nightmares under his bed. He strode into the night air alert, steeling himself for something terrible.
A mental scan quelled his worries when all were accounted for, and further when Perseus voiced what was to come to pass. As their leader addressed Oriole, he couldn't stop a pang of worry for the tiny filly. Alright so she wasn't exactly tiny, and she wasn't exactly a filly, but it didn't stop him from seeing her that way. He knew she was strong, however, and that Perseus would not trust her with a mission she could not handle. Renata was wise and Drest brave, they would be fine.
At the address of his own mission, he felt himself stand a little taller than usual, his flight feathers tense enough to cut grass. The responsibility of Izel's safety sat heavily across his withers, knowing he could not look Renata in the eye again should anything happen to her. With Tabitha's brute force behind them he saw their odds faired well. The idea of recruiting made him dance from hoof to hoof unconsciously in agitation and excitement.
Upon hearing the final assignment, he kept to himself that Antiope need only walk around in the daylight to be enough of a blinding distraction to the dull Talorians, but could not hide the smirk off his face that appeared for a moment. He mused if she would get to kill anyone in her distraction...
With a brief, respectful nod to Perseus, he strode across to Tabitha and Izel, already equipped with the weapons he would need on their journey.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 7, 2016 13:39:03 GMT -6
Whatever Perseus said, Tabitha followed like law. She held deep respect and admiration for the primary. She was, however, not entirely happy about being awoken at such an hour. With a grumble she pushed herself from her bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and then followed the others to the gathering of the Flock’s members. She rolled her large shoulders and looked to Perseus as he spoke. She was quiet, listening intently to each word. Whatever this was for, it was important. And whatever the primary wanted of her, she would gladly do it.
First, he addressed Oriole, a younger member of the Flock. Her group was tasked with securing supplies. Then, he addressed Tabitha.
Tabitha’s ears pressed back. Recruitment? Her lips pulled into a small frown, which disappeared as quickly as it has appeared. This was important, of course. She could not refuse or protest a task from the primary. She must do everything asked of her. She nodded at the primary, understanding that her mission was an important one. While recruitment was not her favorite thing, she knew that she must do it. She would play her part dutifully.
She turned and saw Torsten approaching. “Allow me to gather my weapons. We will head out shortly.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2016 9:16:58 GMT -6
antiope i feigned umbrage at my bruising fist
you're going to wish you hadn't run For all her flash and color, Antiope had a knack for remaining unseen. Having heard the call to assembly near the end of a patrol, she lurked towards the gathering, listening for orders beyond the tree line. Perseus, familiar with Antiope's mannerisms after all these years, called on her despite her invisibility, and when her name was spoken she strode into the clearing, quiet as a doe.
She muttered a quiet "It will be done," to her longtime friend and leader, her unblinking golden eyes intense as they regarded each other briefly. Do not let me down. It was never an option.
As Perseus's attention moved from her, she turned her head (raised high, spiked helmet like a periscope over the backs of her fellows) to look for Tabitha. Instead she found Oriole, a girl whose acquaintance she'd been pleased to make on the training fields. The scared filly she'd met had come a long way, and Antiope passed her a respectful nod as they made eye contact over the gathering.
She moved her attention away and her stare lingered on Tabitha. She rarely felt the need to speak to her similarly taciturn lover, conveying silent concern and a promise to return unharmed. After their wordless exchange, made in brief gazes, they turned to their respective teams.
Antiope answered their acknowledgments with another nod and more thoughtful silence. They were trademarks of her stunted communication. "Meet with arms at the gate in an hour. I have preparations to make." word count: 250 | post #2 OOC: sorry it's so short and she didnt acknowledge everybody! just wanted to get in here to move things along |
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