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Post by Flarism on Aug 5, 2016 8:39:37 GMT -6
 Her pronged silhouette was punctuated in the gloom by a strange brightness in her eyes. "Do you understand what we are to do?"Event Journal//
Premise Journal//Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 205: Out of the Frying Pan...! Team Leader: Antiope Participants: Peregrine, Milo, Ouusaldus 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 10:01:04 GMT -6
Antiope's crown had not been heavy in years. When she'd first worn it, freshly fashioned, the chains between her eyes had been distracting, and the weight of the brass spokes had made her awkward. It was an objectively ridiculous ornament, nearly an insult to her brutally practical nature, but she had learned to carry it all the same. Sawing off her mane had not been enough to separate her from the demure cleric's apprentice her parents had tried to raise; just as she had bartered her curly locks for a spear, she had traded her learned subtlety for fire-forged bravado. The sharp helmet had never felt more like a part of her than it did now. After spending decades in the service of the Flock, Antiope's rank as a military officer was about to become more than symbolic. Perseus's patient plan was finally coming to life, and he had given Antiope command of soldiers to execute its beginning. Hers was a mission of boldness, one that her mother's soft daughter would not have survived. She dragged a whetstone over her spear's head and was glad she'd cut away that part of her many years before. Antiope rested her crown over her ears before she slipped out of her home, and left her wives sleeping. Her battalion came to meet her in the pre-dawn murk, each more conspicuous than the last. Her soldiers --hand-picked and dutiful, pegasi she'd trained alongside for years-- were few in number but more than enough to rattle an isolated settlement. Ouusaldus with his golden face was as bold a statement as one could make, Peregrine had proven his mettle and dedication with resilient training and a wry tongue, and Milo's insufferable attitude was impossible not to notice. There was no better team for the task, and few horses she trusted more with its completion. She shared a respectful nod with Ouusaldus, a time-proven veteran like herself, and regarded the younger soldiers intensely. Her pronged silhouette was punctuated in the gloom by a strange brightness in her eyes. "Do you understand what we are to do?" -------
Antiope - Flock
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Post by Flarism on Aug 5, 2016 10:01:45 GMT -6
 Perseus has bade you to travel to Torrine, and create a distraction for the others to slip into the settlement. A bloody duty, but he trusts you to handle yourself. |
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 7, 2016 0:03:41 GMT -6
Ouusaldus | The Flock, Heavy Solider
Ouusaldus had been standing peacefully when they came, poised in thought and concentration, hismuscless tensing and relaxing as he breathed deeply. Thick aromas wafted through his home, smoke slowly rising and mingling with the light as his mask cast sparks of gold across the room. It rested somberly in front of him, his head bowed away from the door in case anyone were to intrude. Then he had been called, called to bear his mask once more and join under Persues gaze. The air had seemed strange tonight, a strange feeling that sent shivers shooting down his spine and caused his breath to hitch. It felt static, yet volatile, twisting among the clouds much like electricity, but it was something far different. Now he knew why he had sensed that, sensed something greater than himself,perhaps even everybody, lingering in the clouds. He felt it as he turned to watch Antiope raise her head as Persues called her, how he felt when his own name was called to serve under her guide.
And as he silently glided down to meet Antiope, he felt it. An aura so strong it seeped to his core, to his very being. It felt strong and confident, gripping at his soul and letting him be inspired by it, be inspired by Persues and those around him and what they were to accomplish. As Ouusaldus folded his large wings and strode over to Antiope, he shared a nod with her, his eyes regarding her stance and how she held herself. She was a powerful creature, one that he was willing and glad to serve with, to bring change to the world with. With darkened eyes, he turned to look at the other two, only slightly familiar with who they were and how they served in the flock. Ouusaldus was a heavy soldier and trained with large weapons, ones that were too large for these two to handle. Even know his great axe was slung over his hindquarters, secured by a belt and compacted into an easier travel size; though it still weighed heavier than the average sword.
As Antiope spoke, he glanced over at the younger soldiers before looking back at the helmeted horse. Ouusaldus nodded his head "yes, ser." He spoke, voice loud enough to be heard by the group.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Aug 8, 2016 23:00:17 GMT -6
Milo | The Flock | (Violent) Marauder
The pre-dawn air was cold against Milo's wings as he left the Flight meeting place to go meet his squad a bit lower down. The high altitude made it cold, but they were still in Aquore and it was still humid. The air was heavy and felt like it weighed down each of his feathers, but this didn't phase the young stallion. To date he was the youngest member of the Freedom's Flight, but in no way was his age a crutch for him to get let off with a less dangerous job. Though he was a bit shorter and a bit younger, he was a powerful warrior. Not to be measured by the strength of a heavy weapon or wise battle strategies, but by his brutality and lust for their cause. Milo had spent most of his time with the Flock training for this moment, flying long distances to get up his stamina, sparring with other members or even nabbing some supplies from the Isle of the Dead. Once in awhile the occasional dead predator would show up, and more than a few times some of the more squeamish members passed out seeing him washing so much blood out of his mane. Brutality was his form of fashion and he wore it with pride. Now, after all these preparations, he was ready to take down the barbarians who continued trying to justify themselves playing gods. His hooves touched down next to Ouusaldus this time and he gazed up at the significantly larger stallion without lifting his head. Milo could feel the raw power dripping from the forms of this stallion and Antiope, which only fired him up even more. He pawed at the ground and kept his wings half open as he replied with a fiery gleam in his eye, "Yes, Captain. Create a distraction." he murmured, a smirk creeping it's way onto his lips. "However, we need a plan, obviously." he swung his angular head to face Antiope, his amber eyes locking on her's expectantly. Milo was more than willing to just fly right in and make a scene, but even he knew that wasn't the best idea if they were to make it out alive like Perseus has ordered. Antiope was an officer after all, she had to have some sort of strategy. Despite the continuing conversation, Milo stayed alert and ready to take off at the slightest indication.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 11, 2016 9:10:39 GMT -6
Peregrine | Flock Member
Despite the warmth of their tropical location, it was still chilly to Peregrine, standing in the morning darkness. His feathers fluffed absentmindedly, and he shifted from foot to foot, feeling nervous energy run through his body. He couldn't believe that they were actually here, ready and willing, to fight with the Talorians. Tossing his head, Peregrine let the air fill his lungs, adding to his excitement. Beside him, Milo and Ouusaldus readied themselves. Each of the horses had their own preparations to make, and Peregrine glanced from horse to horse, feeling a swell of pride at being part of this group.
His ears twitched as the horses murmured among themselves. Antiope was asking them if they knew what they were pitted against. Of course we do, Peregrine thought, but he said nothing out loud. He had no desire to come off as churlish, when he would have to depend on this group of his herdmates to protect him, and vise-versa in just a few minutes. So he nodded instead.
Milo made a good point, as to how they needed a plan. "I agree," Peregrine piped up softly, rustling his wings and settling them more comfortably along his spine. "We cannot go rushing in with no intent of what we will do; one of us will get hurt," he stated quietly.
Falling silent again, Peregrine waited, hoping Antiope would set forth a plan for the group. She was their leader, and he feared overstepping his bounds by pressing too much too fast.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 8:22:31 GMT -6
antiope i feigned umbrage at my bruising fist
you're going to wish you hadn't run Thankful for Ouusaldus's experience (and silence), Antiope glanced dismissively at the talkative young soldiers as she strode to the center of the Flight encampment, wordlessly ordering them to follow with a jerk of her head. She understood why Milo and Peregrine had doubts --it would be their first real mission flying under her command-- and she swallowed the twinge of irritation that was tempting her. She could not fault them for their fear.
"I do not lead you blindly," she said with her back to them as she walked. "So I expect that you follow."
Near the clearing where Perseus had addressed them all an hour prior, Antiope removed a torch from a grate, approaching one of the watch fires to light it. As it bloomed into flame, she turned to face them, and prisms shivered over her iridescent back as she held it high.
"We set the forest ablaze. Peregrine will go with Ouusaldus, and light the underbrush. Be invisible." Her jaguar eyes jumped to Milo. "You and I will rain fire from above, keep the Talori watching the skies." Better to keep Milo where she could see him. Not only would his voice be more useful in the air, she was not confident he would ever master stealth.
"When their guards exit the city, we reconvene at the gate and prevent any passage." She looked at Ouusaldus then, eyes on his mask as it glinted in the firelight. "I will be glad to have you all at my back," she spoke this to them all, but spared a lingering gaze for her friend.
To the pensive Peregrine, she offered: "You are under capable command with Ouusaldus."
"Light your own torches. Time is of the essence now." 287 words | post 3 |
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Aug 17, 2016 15:13:41 GMT -6
Milo | The Flock | (Violent) Marauder
This is what he had been waiting for. Milo's ears stayed shoved completely forward at Antiope while she divulged their plan, which he knew he must follow. Of course he expected the others to believe that he would want to push on and carry things out his way, he knew he was a lot to handle on a day to day basis. But he wasn't an idiot, he knew an attack of this scale needed to be articulated by a more experienced mind, and he trusted Antiope's. Milo would follow every order she gave out. Sure he often pulled her wings and annoyed her during training, but when it came down to a real mission he had a separate mindset. Much more was at stake, and Milo wasn't one for taking foolish risks or giving anyone but the Talori hell. Given that this was his first mission with Antiope and she had only been exposed to his training mentality previous to this early morning, she had every right to believe he would cause at least some trouble. So he was patient and just waited for his opportunity to prove to his whole team that he was more than just a loudmouth. What caught him off guard was when Antiope spoke on how she was glad she had them with her. Never before had he heard something like that personally from anyone in the Flock and it left him feeling...touched. When the iridescent feathered mare finished speaking, he said nothing (for once) and headed towards the side of the clearing to grab as many torches as he could carry. He then made his way over to the largest fire and lit all the torches he had at once as he walked by, coming then to a stop beside Antiope once more. He was sure to keep the torches away from everyone's fur, mane and feathers so their mission wasn't cut off before it even started. The firelight reflected in his amber colored eyes as he gazed up into Antiope's own.
"I agree. We must be swift before they all wake up and start patrolling Torrine. It will be easier to stay hidden if there are less eyes to spot us."
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 19, 2016 20:22:31 GMT -6
Ouusaldus | The Flock, Heavy soldier
Ouusaldus was a man of few words, so while the others asked about what they exactly were to do he stood there quietly, eyes smoothly tracking Antiope as she spoke. When she jerked her head, indicating that she wanted them to follow, he did so wordlessly; great wings folded against his body and rustling softly as they walked. Ouusaldus watched silently as she spoke, the fire reflecting off of both of the metal pieces that adorned their heads; Ouusaldus' hiding his face and Antiopes acting as a shinning crown. The fire danced, sparking embers and the sound of cracking wood filled the air as she brought the charcol tip of the torch to the fire, eyes following her head.
Fire had never held a respectful place in Ouusaldus' thoughts, the burn marks on his legs and hidden under his wrap burning with a phantom pain. But today would be different. He wouldn't be a foal trapped under a burning log. No, he would set ablaze the forest and watch as the Talorian's struggled to sieze what was happening to them. Opening the eyes he had subconciously closed, Ouusaldus nodded his head at Antiope, turning it to look down at Peregrine and give a respectful nod as well. Turning away, Ouusaldus walked over to where the torches were, only to stop suddenly as Milo rushed past, grabbing a hanful of torches. Ouusaldus rolled his eyes and picked three up, tucking one away under the belt of his axe and walking back to Peregrine. He brought the tips down against the fire, eyes shinning slightly as they burned and cracked before raising them once more. He carefully handed one to the smaller horse and turned to look at Antiope once more "we will meet you at the gate" he spoke, his words deep. Nodding at Peregrine once more, he walked to the edge of the clearing and stood there momentaliry, breathing in deeply and ushering out a sentence "Let us go" With those words, he spread his wings and took off from the cliff.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 20, 2016 10:06:28 GMT -6
Peregrine | Flock Member
It was a good plan; Peregrine could not argue that. There was nothing more destructive, more concerning than fire, especially to a people who dealt in water and its ways. They would panic...or at least, he hoped they would. The Talorians were not children; they could very well create a strong and lethal threat against those who dared attack them. But Peregrine would not consent to fearing the horses he faced, especially before he had even seen their faces. Now was the time for clear thinking and judgement -- he wondered if Milo could grasp those concepts, as the stallion had rushed forward with an eagerness that concerned Peregrine slightly. He was glad for the enthusiasm, but they all had to work together at the same speed, with the same mindset. The connemara was used to being the smallest, the one who got left behind. There would be no room for such actions during this mission.
Ouusaldus eased Peregrine's concern somewhat, as the other stallion lit three torches of his own, taking care to bring one back to Peregrine. It was comforting to know that at least one other member of his team was rather level-headed. Thanking Ouusaldus, Peregrine took the torch in his teeth, glad for his short mane and tail; he wouldn't have to worry about lighting himself on fire. Dipping his head to Antiope in a show of respect for his leader, Peregrine made his way to a jumping off point on the cliff, spreading speckled wings and falling into a dive off the cliff's edge. In the air, he felt at home; he would not be left behind here.
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Post by Flarism on Aug 21, 2016 11:40:42 GMT -6
Checkpoint Two: You’ve arrived. The time has come. The guard’s arms room seems a perfect place to start.
Proceed to Talori Plot 203: Fight or Flight. |
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