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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 18:34:23 GMT -6
 There was good money being wasted by fire. Event Journal//
Premise Journal//
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 206: Valorian Propriety
Team Leader: Deidra
Participants: Felix, Mathias, Banshee, Velox, The Shade
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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 18:55:26 GMT -6
Deidra was appalled, appalled and disgusted, but most of all, she was fucking pissed. Ears flattened to her skull once she heard this. “They are burning them all? For fucks sake, why waste the living to only add to the number of deaths? You think after everything we’d all be fucking done with it? Hell make them be labor slaves, make them rebuild us. But to hell with it, they are burning them all. Ignorant flame lickers.” she snarled with distaste at herself. Hoof snapped against the pavement. To hell with all of this,, there was good money being wasted by fire. Deidra was never the kind to waste money. She was much as a tight ass as her ass was pink. Deidra was able to ask around to gather more clues of what was happening as well as help spread the word, perhaps allow it to spread to other Slave Traders. Let the slave Trader catch wind, Deidra had a plan to go visit the outskirts of the city. If Deidra wanted these slaves, it was always best to have some others interested too. Everyone could get rich of of this, as long as they didn't burn up everything, like the idiots they were right now.. The idea made her angrier by the moment, as her small tail smacked about the place, and her face had that perfect resting bitchface. Deidra was a force to be reckoned with. Eyes scanned the busy trading area, perhaps she could find a few other Slave Traders willing to try to haggle and bribe to get some more slaves. Surely she was not the only one suffering from the lack of slaves, and buying slaves. --------------
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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 19:00:42 GMT -6
 The Chevaliers have detained several Vagabonds and are holding them outside of the city. New regulations will likely see these captured loners slaughtered, burned alive as per Aodhian custom. Word of this detainment has reached the slave trader grapevine, and several of you have headed out in hopes of purchasing the Vagabonds instead. This new policy is really hurting your business, after all...
As you draw close to where the Vagabonds are being kept, the smell of smoke and burning flesh already stings at your nose. It seems they’ve begun the executions. You ought hurry, before no Vagabonds are left to purchase… or save, depending on how you might see it.
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Aug 5, 2016 23:23:14 GMT -6
VELOX
Being quarantined from the rest of the world was a terrible thing to do to a Vagabond. As a "herd" they were designed for freedom, it's ingrained in every fibre of their minds; for those of use who have working ones anyway, he thought as he glared at the pacing equines, they bore an eerie resemblance to livestock being prepped for slaughter. Which he suppose they were, excluding the fact that no one would be feasting on a thick cut of Velox mignon, in fact, this massacre had absolutely no purpose what so ever. Yet he watched, rather stoically, as the crowd shook in a frenzy of nerves, the fear clung to every inch of free space in the crowded coral, seeping into the minds of the calm like an infection. No one was safe; not from the Aodhians, not from their own damn thoughts.
Still, Velox's nostrils flared in silent revulsion as the increasingly potent scent of charred flesh bled into the humid air around him, clinging to the clammy coats of the other vagabonds around him. He thanked the gods that he was taller than most of the other horses, at least enough so that he wasn't inhaling both the putrid smoke and the unsanitary sweat that came off in waves from the soon to be dead. Soon to be dead. The words echoed bitterly in his mind, not necessarily frightening, but most definitely infuriating; Aodh needed to see some its own pompous assholes burn.
After he escaped of course.
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Post by strixx-variaa on Aug 6, 2016 6:34:57 GMT -6
He imagined his Boadicea and was oddly quieted by the imagery. Flame everywhere, choking him, stroking him, eating him alive and of course he would panic because what kind of maniac didn't panic when being burned alive? Check: probably one of these.For the Aodhians were the fire-people after all, the snake-oil merchants whose societal norms were so counter to his own, and -- Check: The Shade belongs to no society.Still, it was his first time seeing Valore, even if it was in the distance through the haze of someone else's smoke, and he'd kept his eyes open when they weren't swollen shut with blood. The city was entirely alien to him, but the brutality was something he took solace in. At least that didn't change, no matter where in the world he found himself. The old, matte-black stallion felt each new welt and cut as he stood apart from his fellow captives -- or, at least, as apart as their captors would allow. And as the sound of fresh, primal screams ripped from someone else's throat, The Shade imagined his Boadicea, and the horror became rather beautiful. Perhaps fire could be cleansing after all. words: 197 notes: first post! for anyone who'd like it, here's the shade's full bio! |
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Post by appyninja on Aug 6, 2016 9:06:30 GMT -6
BANSHEE
The inability to do anything about the situation she had found herself in, was aggravating to Banshee. Wherever she watched, she saw terrified faces and those who screamed in pain when they were being burned alive. This, however, was not her prior concern. At first it was the fact that she had to find an escape, even though none seemed to exist. Either way she kept her eyes open, should an opportunity arise. Second, she made terms with the very possible fate of death. Third, she hated the air. It was full of smoke and reeked of burned flesh. It was disgusting. She did not care for the ones who died, hoping many more would come before her, which would give her more time to act…and to live, for that matter.
With hatred she watched the executions. Hatred towards the Aodhians, not the ones being burned. The Aodhians who had so much of worth and value that they were so conceited to think that they could do whatever they wished with anyone. Taken, they were doing just this. It did not make the mare frightened, but just infuriatingly angry. For a small moment she thought about the gold the Aodhians owned and what it would be like if it would belong to her. It was but a fragment of a daydream that momentarily distracted her from what was going on. But who was she kidding? Not even her passion for thievery could cast this situation in a good light. She was either going to die, or else. What that else could be, she did not know. But it very well could be worse than death.
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Post by empyre on Aug 6, 2016 11:12:16 GMT -6
Felix
Felix did not want to be here, by Ignacio he did not want to be here, but he had to. He had to or else he knew it would haunt him forever to know he could have helped, could have done something. The instant he heard about this, about the burning, he had wanted to stay away. Don't get involved, and you don't get hurt right? He wished that logic would have been enough to fight off his guilt, but it just wasn't so. Which was how he found himself tangled up into this plan, this idea that the vagabonds could be bought; be used for some purpose other than kindling for the pyre.
The smell of smoke was choking him, filling his nostrils, tainting his lungs, making his rather barren stomach twist and roll with nausea. Even so he held his head aloft, carefully holding a neutral expression, though he couldn't help but to flinch as screams tore through the air.
"Dear gods, they're...they're animals!" he thought, glancing over to his 'fellow' slave traders. Were they here for the same reason he was, or were they only here under the impression that it was 'money' being burned and not really, living, breathing, feeling equines? Felix didn't want to think about that, he didn't want to think about any of it as he flattened his ears in attempts to block out the horrible pained cries of the condemned.
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Post by carichimera on Aug 6, 2016 17:56:37 GMT -6
Mathias was appalled when the news reached him that the chevaliers were burning the vagabonds alive, were they mad? A life was worth more then that, enemy or not! The large stallion immediately closed down his auction block and retrieved his satchel and placed it across his shoulders, intent on leaving for the outskirts as soon as possible, but a mare was in the corner of his eye. He was aware of Deidra but had never made an effort to get to know the other slave traders, but she seemed to be going straight to the pyre herself, so he might as well get acquainted.
Mathias made his way down the street at a normal pace, but was soon caught up with Deidra, and once he had he gave a curt nod to the mare. "Afternoon. I take it you are the one who has been spreading the word about the pyre?" Though the stallion was polite in his speech, he very much was not enjoying the current situation in the slightest, and if he could help any of the vagabonds, even if it meant making them slaves, he would do what he needed to. He had scarcely heard a reply before his nostrils were violated by the smell of smoldering hair and burnt flesh, something he had wished to never smell. It wasn't long before the two were joined by the city's third trader and they made it to the pyre pit. As they arrived yet another vagabond was cast into the fire, it's screams deafening as it writhed within the flames.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 6, 2016 18:18:18 GMT -6
Deidra
Slave Trader of Aodh
Deidra eyed as few other slave traders were following suit, but as they moved closer to the gates, she watched as some wrinkled their nose and walk off. ' Weak' she thought with deep snort. ' As if they deserve to be slave traders, can't even handle this, I've smell live slaves that reeked worse than death' Deidra rolled her eyes and continued her march forwards, and that was when a voice called out to her, her head whipped with the side, her tail slapping her rump a bit, her anger growing with each hoof step, but she remained with her ever so well known bitch face as she turned to see Mathias. "Yes I was the one to help spread the word." her voice cool and collected, but there was fire in her leaf green eyes. "Deidra is what I go by, yourself?" she remarked before trotting forwards and soon spotted Felix following suit. "Felix." she remarked with a nod. She had heard of him, seen him along suit with others bidding on slaves in the market. " It seem we are the only three to actually have a say about death and life. Glad to know I wasn't alone." a faint smirk growing on her lips. " Lets hurry before they are all dead and this was a waste of time." she barked out a bit. Always moving, time was money and money was time. With how things were going to much of both was wasted. Deidra rushed forwards as the scream entered her ears. " They've already started this shit, come on!' She urged them as she was suddenly galloping forwards. Bile rises in her throat as they moved forwards, closer and closer. The smell of death was more than she actually expected. Deidra shook her head, as she spotted smoke in the air and ears pinned down to her skull, tail smacking around angrily. How dare any of this happened. Did Aodh even know what it would mean by killing all these potential slaves actually meant in the end game? How Deidra would love to see a noble bastard actually have to clean or do some hard work. Killing all these future slaves, meant no future slaves for them. Aodh was built on the back of slaves, and here they were killing them all for the action of some. Death was to easy, she much prefered to make those equine work to hoof and bone, so much so they'd die serving the place they wished to condemn. To hell with all of this. Hooves pounded on the ground, closer and closer, they were getting so close. Deidra huffed and panted, sweat dripping down from her belly, as she called out, but the screams of those on the pyre seemed to fill the air instead. For fucks sake. Why the hell was she moving so slow? She thought as it seemed time was slowing down for her, why had they not yet reach them all. Fuck, fuck FUCK! She screamed mentally. Post 2
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Aug 6, 2016 19:33:32 GMT -6
VELOX
The whispers of nervous horses around were suddenly filled with an uncertain air of hope. Slave. The word was repeated religiously as the screams of the latest victim filled their ears, it almost stung to listen to, simultaneously making his blood boil and filling his veins with ice. Never had he wished so greatly to miss one his beloved senses, if only for a moment of temporary relief. It brought back ugly memories of raids gone wrong and nights too long, all flooding back, all thanks to maddening sounds of torture above.
The rumours pierced through the clouds of terror as quickly as the fear had begun. He held back the urge to snort at disgraceful words that came, muttered in waves. Slave? I would rather burn at the pyre. He thought to himself, nearly snarling. He was irked by the willingness of the others to succumb to enslavement; however, in truth, his indignation towards the term wasn't truly greater than his will to live. So with a grunt of disdain, he slithered his way through the crowds of potential 'slaves' as the ignorant mare had decided to call them, or him, he supposed. As he began to work his way towards the line dividing so-called lawful and the delinquents, his mind began to swim; it was clear, of course, that this was his golden ticket to freedom, but how exactly he would be chosen amongst the crowd of more orthodox equines was a challenge he was quite unsure of. In truth, Velox had no idea what redeeming qualities the traders looked for in slaves, but he was certain that he possessed little to none of the proper characteristics. Thankfully, he was a gifted liar, so for the time being, he simply focused on hoping for a home filled with Aodhian riches. Just a well-deserved goody-bag for when he escaped of course.
As he neared the front of the group, he halted - there was no use in getting too close quite yet, flouncing around the Chevaliers would likely only cause more problems, no matter how much he wished to taunt the spoiled bastards. Thankfully, three equines had caught the attention of, not only himself, but a number of other eager Vagabonds as well. One, in particular, galloped with a certain furious vigour and hatred; like a brutish angel in the dark. It was the first time he hoped to be caught (most likely because, for once, he wasn't guilty).
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Post by appyninja on Aug 7, 2016 9:44:22 GMT -6
BANSHEE
Soon rumors started to spread among the Vagabonds, that slave traders had arrived. It was the only way to get out alive. I’d rather die here, than work for one of those bastards, she thought. It was the freedom she loved so much as Vagabond and that she was her own boss, with her own rules. A slave had nothing of it and the thought of it, was just heartbreaking for the young mare.
But there also was the wish to live. To go on an adventure and to see some amazing places. Banshee soon realized, that for once she had to put away her pride and do the right thing. The only way to stay alive was to become a slave. After that she had a better chance to escape, maybe even with some ‘extra’ money. But that didn’t matter now. She had to get attention. It was really hard for Banshee, who wasn’t tall at all. She just didn’t stand out of the huge group of horses, from which now everyone yelled and wanted the attentation from the slave traders. The small mare, who was covered in dirt - because of the mud she had to stand in - tried to get near the fence, so the slave traders could see her. It wasn’t easy for her, but she somehow managed to stand second in line. Now Banshee just needed to get all the attention, but it wasn't that easy, when you were covered in dirt and had scars. Luckily the young mare was a great actor and liar. Her plan was to play just as scared and innocent as she could. Maybe someone would notice her and start to feel sorry for her.
Banshee lowered her head and her look got sadder. She really looked like she would start to cry every second. How could someone overlook such an innocent mare? She looked like a shy mare, that was scared to death. Banshee didn’t really knew what the slave traders looked for, but she knew that a young, shy mare was something that could get their attention. It was easier to push around a small mare, than a troublesome stallion. So Banshee sticked to her plan and waited that somone would notice her.
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Post by strixx-variaa on Aug 7, 2016 16:20:56 GMT -6
The hobbles were a smart idea; he'd give them that.
Some of the doomed wore them, as he did, and some did not. The Shade could not determine the reasoning behind that choice. At what discretion were his ankles tied while another, fitter, younger horse moved freely?
If he'd had the presence of mind to think past the trees and look from above at the forest in which he stood, The Shade might have supposed that he was chosen for the hobbles because his tree looked a little stranger from the rest, a little darker in nature. It wasn't true, of course; he was as indifferent to everything as any one person can be, but if someone had pointed out to him that he was the only one present with black sclera and an oddly-matte black coat (not to mention his years and his sour attitude), he'd have had to concede that he did look a little... well, shady.
And so his forelegs were hobbled together at the ankles, and the hobbles were imbued with some sort of magic so as to prevent him taking them off. A suppressant of his telekinesis, perhaps. It hadn't surprised him when he found that he could't unbuckle them himself; he was weakened from the fight and the forced transport, after all, and weren't the Aodhians the ones who manufactured those gift-dampening bridles for their slaves?
He could walk, certainly, but not with great length of stride, and he'd fall flat on his face if he tried to trot or canter. If he wanted to get away at speed with these blasted things on his legs, he'd need to do it by jumping, with his forelegs as even with each other as he could manage -- and he couldn't lose his balance while he fled, because he couldn't separate those legs to catch himself against the ground.
The hobbles were a smart idea.
From his position slightly away from the noise and the bodies of the others, The Shade heard a swell of noise wash over him like a wave over a stone. The doomed had brightened up now, and were paying attention to something he couldn't quite see.
The old, beaten stallion lifted his head just slightly and ignored the ache of battered muscles and open wounds. Blood dripped down his face and into his eyes as he searched for the source of the excitement.
Just there, he thought -- perhaps -- ?
Ahhh, mused The Shade. Dissenters.
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Post by empyre on Aug 9, 2016 20:24:56 GMT -6
Felix
It was too much. All of it was too much. The smoke in the air, full of death smell, full of fear, the sounds of the dying --and soon to be so-- reaching his ears despite his efforts to block them out. Felix let out a startled gasp when Deidra took off running, his often weary legs, paired with his usual malnourishment only allowing him to lightly trot after the mare, nearly stumbling into her as he came to a stop by her once more. He glanced around, though almost immediately regretted it. The vagabonds were rounded up in pens in a way one might keep a herd of animals, far too crowded, and far too filthy. Felix had to fight to keep the bile rising in his throat down, and he swallowed heavily before speaking,
"Deidra...how do we, uh...how do we choose? We can't sa- I mean, we can't take them all..." He mumbled to the other slave trader as he continued to glace around at the vagabonds. How would they choose indeed? Would he pick out the ones he thought would make him the most money? The ones he felt the worst for? The ones he thought deserved to be saved? Or was there a way to convince them to stop the burnings and hand the entirety of their lot to the slave traders? If Felix were to have any say he'd rather just see the poor souls freed entirely, but Felix has never and will never have a say in anything; let alone something as pivotal such as this.
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Post by carichimera on Aug 10, 2016 16:41:38 GMT -6
Mathias didn't react to the sudden burst of speed his two companions had, he merely kept his steady pace, taking in the scene. Vagabonds caught wind of their arrival and started practically trampling each other to get to the front of their corrals, pained wails and willing equines putting themselves up for slavery suddenly erupted from the desperate crowd. The shire stallion felt his heart ache for them, he wished there was another way to save them from their death, but slavery was the only gift he could give. It took him a minute or two to catch up with the other traders as his strides were quite long, his ears perking at the other stallions question.
"It depends on what sort of slaves you are after, lad. For servile slaves go with a more delicate frame, for labor slaves go for older and larger, for pit slaves go for younger strong stallions and mares that can be trained." Mathias recited the common knowledge without fail, those criteria for slaves were branded into his head since he was a young boy under his father's teaching. "But first we have to ensure we get any at all-" That stallion paused as he spotted the nearest chevalier. "Well i hope you lads are proud of yourselves, you are doin' a right good job of dooming Valore aren't you?" He called out in his usual booming tone.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 10, 2016 20:46:08 GMT -6
Checkpoint Two
You’ve reached the Chevaliers and their quarry. Though many Vagabonds have already been taken to the pyre, several remain shackled and awaiting their deaths. The Chevalier in charge approaches, and asks what your business is here.
The next lot of vagabonds were taken to the pyre, many begged for mercy, others cursed them, saying their gods, their own kind would get vengeance. But their threats and pleas fell on deaf ears. It seemed the next one to burn after this lot contained Banshee, Velox, The Shade and few other slaves, they all were running out of time. A few chevalier watched over the last batch of slaves, a few hell bent on causing them all some misery before death by fire.
Fresh new screams filled the air, as the stench of death and charred meat was overcoming, the body count was adding, as burnt corpse dropped like flies. Yet the screams continued, as every second passed, one scream ended, life being snuffed out. As the slave traders approach the scene, a the chevalier approaches. The large stallion black as midnight approaches them, aggression heard in his voice. "What is your business here? You all know the word of Aodh the new law, or have you all forgotten your place, slave traders." he spat at the ground as he looked over his shoulders, clearly unamused by this current distraction. "Do yourself all a favor and go home. Unless you came here to watch, then be my guest." He laughed cruelly finding this all amusing, but his heart rang that all vagabonds deserved to be burned for daring to hurt his city, his pride, his home. Burn them all to Ignacio and let his fires incinerate them to the core. Be damned every single one of them. |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 10, 2016 20:54:29 GMT -6
Deidra Slave Trader of Aodh
Eyes glanced to Felix as he asked them what they would do, they couldnt get them all, but hell she'd try. "We are going to get as many as we can, the less they burn the better. I don't give a rats ass if the whole lot runs the streets like vermin, but to hell no one deserves this death." she sneered. She wasn't angry with Felix more or less pissed off by all of this. Attention turned to Mathias as he called out to the Chevaliers and it seemed it worked, he got the attention of one, and it seemed to be on the one in charge. Every word this stallion spoke made her stomach turn with disgust. Fucking ravenous vulture, she thought as she looked to him. " How about you let us buy this last lot aye? We all have coins and are even willing to pay you well for all this trouble. Surely we can all benefit from this?" she remarked arching a brow, giving out faint smile, so that she wouldn't show her grinding her teeth with distaste. She was ready to kill, eyes glanced to the side seeing the last lot and the other chevaliers picking fights with them, egging them all on, as if fear of being burned alive wasn't enough of a tormenter. Ears flicked back, as her tail smacked against her rump, she was going to loose it, and it was clear to see. Eyes turned to both Mathias and Felix praying perhaps they could talk some sense into this chevalier, or get enough attention over here that the other fucking nitwits would stop harassing her future slaves. Hoof stamped down on the ground, she was losing her composure and fast, she was ready to pounce and go for the neck. Post 3
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Aug 10, 2016 21:52:20 GMT -6
VELOX
The line of squirming horses was an every shrinking beast, being all but consumed by the flames.
He immediately regretted weaving his way to the front, his time was fleeing far too quickly.
His walk was one of rigid reluctance as the group inched closer to their death, the cuffs around his pasterns seemed to grow increasingly tighter as he neared the blood red pyre. It was all he could see as his wide eyes blindly danced across his surroundings. Black. Red. It bled into every crevice of his vision, his previously calm demeanour was no more; and as he thrashed his neck above the current lot of victims, he found himself practically choking on his own saliva. "I will not die on these grounds." he muttered to himself, the muscles beneath his bandana cinched tighter together, proof of his weak attempt at resilience. Despite his words of motivation, he couldn't expel one thought from his mind: My death will come surrounded by others, but entirely alone. He supposed that the life he chose as a thief, how pitiful it must seem now.
The other horses around him were growing ever more agitated as well, he was sure that at another time he would have known many of them from some point or another, though in the moment there was no chance on him focusing on anything other than his own salvation. No use focusing on anything other than the Aodh commoners in conversation with the chevaliers cuntaliers. Just one to spare his life, it was all he wanted, it was all he needed.
Thank the fucking gods I'm not handsome enough to be a hero.
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Post by empyre on Aug 15, 2016 21:11:48 GMT -6
Felix
Felix's frown deepened slightly and he sighed at the answer he received from Mathias. He knew what made a 'good slave', he didn't need anyone's help with that, but of course other's in the business wouldn't quite understand his way of thinking. Regardless there was a negative chance that he was going to tell that to the other, and so just let it go; no sense in starting conflict among each other, especially when the chevalier took notice of them. Felix immediately didn't like the stallion, he struck him as the type who might kick a stray dog for fun, or perhaps burn a hundred or so equines alive and sneer at the thought that someone might want to save them. Both seemed about equally as likely.
His ears, which had still been pinned, perked when Deidra spoke to the chevalier, glad that at least one of them was standing up for this. He froze, however, when her gaze turned to him and Mathias. Of course she expected them to back her up, that was what they came here to do after all. Felix took a deep breath, trying to return his mindset to that of working. This was work after all, they were buying these vagabonds to make them slaves. The breath caught in his lungs, though, the smell of charred flesh overwhelming now, death saturating the air around him. He was nearly lost in it for a moment, but shook his head, and stepped forward, 'Now or never Felix, you have to do this. For them.'
"She's right, I do have coins." He said, coming to stand beside Deidra, "Let me pick out a few, and we can discuss a deal? Honestly nobody is going to miss a few equines who didn't get to the pyre. Coins are physical, worth something, what is this ash and smoke worth to you?" He hated every word he said, detested it, wanted to spit out the fowl taste they left in his mouth. He felt detached from them in a way, like this version of himself was merely a shell, but it was a necessary evil he was willing to endure to save those who needed it the most.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 16, 2016 21:09:52 GMT -6
 Chevalier LeaderEyes looked to the three that approached him and dared to say they would buy his lot? His prisoners of war? They wanted them so badly, they dared to bribe him. A devilish grin growing on his lips as he heard out their pathetic cries. He was used to this, this begging of lives and willing to bribe. Oh yes, this was nothing new to him. Instead he spat on the ground before them. " To hellfire with that." he sneered at them. " These filth belong to the city and soon Ignacio." he grinned laughing a bit as he looked over to the cage that held the last lot of Vagabonds. They were shackled to the bars as they would toss the lot in the fire. " You want one of these Vagabonds aye? You want one so bad?" he grinned darkly as he trotted away from them and soon was in the cage of the Vagabonds and picked one out. Velox. " What about this beaut? Hmm perk any of your fancy?" he mocked them as he unhooked the chains from the bars of the cage before dragging Velox out. It looked at first he was going to drag Velox out before the Vagabond out. " If you all don't get the fuck out of my sight, I will personally throw each one of these in the fire one by one, hell I might even let it burn them some drag them out only to throw them back in. Though you know who will be at fault? All of you, for fucking meddling in business that is not your own? You want a slave so damn badly, how about you go to the black market, or be quicker than us at getting some Vagabonds." he sneered at them as he yanked at the chain that held Velox. His words carried power and it was clear to see if they didnt leave, he would throw this Vagabond in the fire and soon he would add them all one by one. Eyes narrowed all the more, waiting for each one to leave, before he takes Velox to the pyre himself and toss them in. |
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Post by carichimera on Aug 17, 2016 20:36:37 GMT -6
"You are quite correct, they do belong to the city, which is why they are better off serving it's citizens then being burned to ash." Mathias stepped up slightly, keeping unwavering eye contact with the bull-headed Chevalier. He wasn't about to let the opportunity to save these horses slip out of his hooves. He tossed his head slightly to relieve his eyes of his forelock and continued to eye down the stubborn stallion. "are you forgetting that Aodh was built on the backs of slaves? They took slaves from us, it only seems fitting to make them slaves in return." Mathias' voice came out smooth and somewhat monotoned and he kept his composure, something he hoped the hot-headed Deidra could manage for at least a few more moments. He himself had once been lightning quick to anger, but found that it prove to be a nuisance.
"Of course gold is not the only thing we can offer, us being traders and all have connections to a plethora of different indulgences. So if you are willing, name you price sir."
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Post by strixx-variaa on Aug 18, 2016 12:29:56 GMT -6
"This is your piety."
He wasn't even sure anyone could hear him over the roar of the inferno.
It's funny; he's sixty-five years old and he's never thought of fire as being noisy and yet here it is, threatening to drown out all but the loudest screams. Perhaps it's the size of the pyre, he muses, or perhaps this particular flame has begun dancing with their souls and has found that it has an affinity for the air from their lungs.
It's something he could imagine himself worshipping, had he lived a different life.
This sort of raw, visible power draws the eye, draws the senses. It's the same sort of visible power that water has in Aquore, and to see it here in water's antithesis should frighten him, but instead The Shade is awestruck.
And he is awestruck double-fold, for he has noticed that the Chevaliers take no notice of it and are not awestruck, and this more than anything else cements in him the idea that Aodhians are the most foolish of heathens.
This is their piety: the knights of their realm use godsblood as a tool, and in so doing give it no due process.
The Shade cannot understand how such blatant irreverence found a post in the government, but then again, he is from literally the opposite side of the world.
And so as his captors and his would-be vindicators bicker in the light of the fire, the old stallion cannot help but voice his disgust. It makes perfect sense to him now why these sinners are so entangled in fear of the unaligned: they are a faithless folk, as genuinely terrified of ambiguity in their hearts as they claim to be enamored with it on their sleeves.
"The flames of your own delusions shall consume you."
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notes: third post. i'm so sorry for my inactivity, you guys. my horse is going through some really rough times with his health at present, and i admit i've been spending a lot of time tending to him. as always, the shade is offered up as victim or subject to anyone -- feel free to power him a little to get where you need to go! |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 22, 2016 0:03:29 GMT -6
DeidraSlave Trader with s Ass
Deidra could have almost swift kicked Mathias for not saying anything before the Chevalier leader decided to make a show of it all. A hoof stomped against the ground as she watched the black stallion grab on of the Vagabonds and drag him around as if it was nothing. It made her want to race out there and gift a swift kick to that head chevalier, but with her size and the fact she did not want to charge in alone on this, they needed another plan. But what? Mathias was the first to speak, and soon he redeemed himself in her eyes. Finally worth something she thought, and it allowed her a moment to choose her words carefully to figure out what the best route was to do this. Eyes looked to Felix was he dumbfounded for words? Or did he think there was nothing else to say. Once Mathias was done speaking, there seemed to be a silence, and it filled her with dread. Silence couldnt happen. Eyes turned to the vagabonds in the cage. " Say to you all, who were you all before you were captured?" she shouted to them, hoping to awake them from their senses. Get them aware of everything. let Deidra know who she was dealing with and see who she could persuade. Eyes turned to Chevalier that pulled Velox around, and her ears went flat to her skull snorting all the more. "Do you know who I am, cause I never heard of you, and I can tell why." she sneered at him. "I am a Slave Trader, but I am Deidra. I have perfected the rare Kirin line, a noble trait in slaves, and my my my, what if it was to slip from my words, that you took on of them and burned them? Oh my that wouldn't go over so well for you would it?" she arched a brow. "Did you know I also have sold slaves to the royal blood line. I even sold a young mare trained for years to protect the king. How easy it could be for me to check up on that slave and let it slip out, that I saw you killing great slaves, abusing them as such. My, that wouldn't look to good for you now would it?" Head lifted high as she spoke to him. Deidra was talking down to him regardless at the fact she had to look up to talk to him. " So I suggest you let us buy those those slaves. Unless we can think of something else you want" Head turned to Felix as if she was offering him, Deidra arched her brows and moved them towards the Chevalier as she looked at Felix. Yes it seemed Deidra was hoping Felix could offer not coins, but something else many Chevaliers went to The Pearl for. A good time. Surely Felix could weasel himself out of it. Plus Deidra had no issue letting someone take it for the team. Why not Felix. Post 4
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Aug 22, 2016 20:10:21 GMT -6
VELOX
One word, in particular, ran through his mind as the three pampered citizens made their offers. But what was gold to the citizens of Aodh? It was boring in their eyes, to someone of the guards' stature. No material gifts would release him of these manacles, not even the gods could save him now.
"If you all don't get the fuck out of my sight, I will personally throw each one of these in the fire one by one."
Fuck.
And there it was again. That one damn word.
The chevalier that grabbed him held an unnaturally cold aura, nonetheless, it was one that fit perfectly with his dainty set of beady eyes. Regardless, they never looked at him straight on, the brute thought him a vermin, "filth" that dampened the name of their spoiled city. He probably thought he'd dirty his petty little hooves if he got too close. In truth, he was the one who spoke with boorish words, an uneducated voice, and Velox was the one who found his lips curling around his teeth, the chevaliers'' crudeness acting like a bitter glue, melded to his tongue. The mockery that followed was unheard by his own arched ears, as they only had time to listen to the heavy creak of the gates as he was thrust back into civilization. He was met by three horses on the other side, none paying much attention apart from a pitiful glance. It irked him, the pity, but he supposed it was well deserved - why else would he feel release as he was dragged by rugged chains. It didn't last long, of course, the jolt of metal against skin brought a different liquid to his skin, one that sharpened his senses as his iron blood and iron shackles mingled as one.
He fought the urge to speak out against the others, instead focusing on inspecting his newly blood-tainted shackles for what seemed like the millionth time. Unfortunately, no new weakness had appeared since his last investigation five minutes before, but as his ears swivelled towards the conversation something seemed to peak his interest; however, it was not the words of assurance from the slave traders, but rather the shift of weight in the chevaliers' hooves. It wasn't much, but years of conning had taught him that anything was better than nothing.
In this case, it seemed as though his anything was hidden in the body sheepish little stallion. On second thought, it might just be the body of the poor unicorn. Velox might have even pitied him, had he not been so pathetic himself. And for once, when the word reappeared in his mind, his eyes darted towards the unicorn instead of the flames.
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p.s im sorry my writing is so all over the place & i'm sorry felix bc i'm sorry <3
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Post by empyre on Aug 24, 2016 13:43:14 GMT -6
Felix
Oh no, this was all going terribly, so so terribly. Felix was sure he would be able to barter his coins for the vagabonds, chevaliers were often easy enough to bribe but this one's patriotism was both disturbing and seemingly impenetrable. Felix turned his eyes to the other slave traders for a moment, his brows furrowing ever so slightly and a sigh escaping his lips as he turned back when the chevalier grabbed hold of one of the vagabonds, jerking him around in motions that caused the poor horse's shackles to cut him. The smell of blood made Felix's stomach flip anew, snorting softly as though that would clear his nose of the scent.
There was a slight pause after Deidra spoke, in which Felix wondered why it was that the chevalier and the vagabond he'd been handling both turned their gazes to him, though one glance back to Deidra was all he needed to understand. Turquoise eyes widened a fraction, his blood ran cold, and Felix swore his heart stopped when the meaning behind her words struck him. His lips parted ever so slightly as though he were to speak, but closed them again as he realized he wasn't sure what to say, how to explain that he couldn't give what Deidra was so obviously offering, and instead just stood silently to take the full weight of the consequences. Just like he always did.
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Post by appyninja on Aug 25, 2016 16:01:03 GMT -6
BANSHEE
The sudden loud conversation between slave traders and the black stallion got Banshee’s attention. Curious she tried to follow it, but the horses were just too far away - so it was impossible to understand everything they said. The only thing that you couldn't overhear was the large, angry stallion, who was definitely in a bad mood. It wasn't a good idea to pick a fight with him, but the young mare didn't really care about it. Everything that mattered was, that they brought her more time.
Panic and fear spread around the scared Vagabonds, as the black stallion stepped among them. Banshee tried to stay cool, although she was also scared - just like everyone else. The only thing that keep her apart from the others, was her proud - that was just too big, to admit her fears. The horses calmed down, as soon as they saw that a Vagabond was already picked. Poor guy, he’s done for. Banshee thought with a smirk on her face. As always, she didn't cared for the other horses, just for herself . It was time for the slave traders to do something, the time was running out and if they wanted to save some Vagabonds, they better get started. Do something, douchebags! Or did you came to watch us all die?! Banshee thought, because she knew that there was not much time left. She didn’t wanted to die. Not here. Not yet.
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Post by strixx-variaa on Aug 27, 2016 15:09:32 GMT -6
Your own delusions.
He wasn't interested in whatever the conversation was between his captors and those others. He kept his place on the fringes of the doomed band, his long tail thick with mud where the hairs hadn't broken or split from being trod upon in the Gathering of Souls.
The Shade watched the pyre. Its most recent inhabitants had died and burned well and were being drug from the flames by the glowing grip of the Aodhian government, clearing the way for fresh hooves and fresh sounds, freshly offered from the lungs of the weary to the infernal hunger of this fire-god. Why feed the flames more than they can consume? Why risk dousing that irascible inferno?
But it was ready now, again, and it licked the sky and swirled the air. He touched it -- the air -- thick as it was with black smoke from the cursed cargo of the pyre, rendering nothing so clear through its hazy obstruction as the brightness of the flames.
A blast of super-heated air peppered with red-hot cinders shot out from the bottom of the pyre as the kindling shifted within it. He could almost hear it breathe.
His own delusions, if you will.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 29, 2016 16:30:58 GMT -6
Chevalier Leader + Other NPCS
The black lead stallion shifted his weight as the offers poured out from each one, though his eyes turned to the freckled mare, and his brow was quirked. Interesting He mused to himself. His tongue slipping from his lips as he slid it across them before returning it back to his mouth. Eyes looked to Felix, a mere stallion, but he had seen him in the Pearl. Surely he was a bit of a freak himself. The offer was appealing, and he wondered how much they would give for these slaves. " Best be ready for the Pearl after this." he remarked to Felix, though he wondered why not make it interesting at least for himself. "Hound and Nagil, get my a few more slaves." he grinned. Eyes looking to the two other chevaliers. They nodded obeying him without a pause. But those that follow under this black stallion seemed to follow his traits as well. As the saying goes, you are who you surround yourself with. The Hound was a thick shire stallion. Mane shaved, as his body was glistening blonde, in the right light he looked as if he was made of metal. He was the first to enter the cage. He eyed the slaves, a sick grin growing on his lips as he nipped a few horses as he passed by, drawing blood on a few. " Good as dead you all are." he chuckled. Eyes settled on the mare, Banshee. " Oh look at you." he whispered with venom in his ear. " I think I like you best." he laughed before grabbing the metal chain and doing the same as the black stallion had done with Velox. "Come on." he snarled yanking the chain before trotting out of the cage leading her out as he soon stood a bit to the side of their leader. " Got one sir." he remarked. Before yanking the chain down hard, as if in attempt to make her bow before them all. Nagil was next, he was what many deemed as the pretty boy. The one young maidens would throw flowers for in hopes to gain their attention. Nagash was a stunning chocolate, with a short cut mane, but long forwards bangs with a hint of curl in them. His eyes golden, but seemed far more cruel than the other two. He trotted into the cage and chuckled as he kicked a few, making them cry out in pain. " Ahh yes music to my hears." he sang out so charmingly. Yet his eyes landed on The Shade. " You will do nicely." he remarked before hooking his metal chain leash into him and releasing him from the silver link on the cage that held them there. " Come along big boy. The leader has plans for you all." he grinned cruelly. Yanking the chain and pulling him forwards he had a tight leash on him as he brought out the Shade and soon stood to the side of their leader. "I have one as well sir." he remarked dipping his head grinning at them all. The Leader nodded and looked back to the fellow slave traders. " I've heard your offers and my my my, they are so appealing." He remarked eyeing Felix, licking his lips faintly as if he was ready to enjoy a meal. " But before we make good word on your deal, we have a deal of our own." he chuckled, which Hound and Nagil followed suit. " You see the deal is great, but we have a job and you have a job. So lets rub each others backs a bit. I can't let you have all the slaves, but we will let you have two. Which two of these will you save? Which one will die?" The Black stallions laughed all the more. " Best decide quickly." he grinned as pulled down the chain hard and fast on Velox, and the others tormented their own slaves they held. Notes: Banshee and The Shade feel free to have Hound and Nagil to torment your character as you please ;D Also all slave babes feel free to speak up and try to either talk smack about the chevaliers or try to plead to be saved ;D
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Aug 30, 2016 10:44:15 GMT -6
VELOX
It was not long before his pain was mirrored by that of two others. The angry clank of chains brought with them the winces of both a mare and a stallion; one of which he was almost certain he knew. As it may be, not well, but he knew her all the same, if even just from fleeting glances at the site of a heist. She was younger than he, though progressing quite quickly; she might even reach his level of talent and dexterity some day. Might. The stallion, however, was still despite their predicament. Almost void of emotion, save for the aura of experience, or suffering, that surrounded the ebony mass. As they flanked his sides, he bared his teeth in a grimace, not out of pain, but rather frustration. They were taunting them as if they were pestering children who needed discipline.
These assholes are the ones that need discipline, he snorted to himself, unable to contain the urge to roll his eyes. Barbaric swi- Yet his thoughts were stopped mid-sentence by the words of the lead chevalier.
"You see the deal is great, but we have a job and you have a job. So lets rub each others backs a bit. I can't let you have all the slaves, but we will let you have two. Which two of these will you save? Which one will die?"
Their presence brought on an unexpected feeling. On one hand, he was thankful, his odds of survival having risen to 66%; though, on the other, his mind was ridden with guilt, that his survival would ride on another's death. Well, perhaps not guilty, he mused, though it would be a shame to see such a talented young thief wither in the flames.
"Best decide quickly." His voice echoed, a smile in his words, before abruptly jerking the chains on Velox. He muttered nothing but a grunt of discomfort at first, but as he peered out of the corner of his eyes, the chevaliers sneer sneaked into vision. It was a different type of smile to that of the thieves, it was heinous, corrupt, and it lead to the bitter string of words that followed. He knew it was a mistake before he even began, no needs an insolent slave, and he assuredly did not need an angered chevalier.
"Well there's three of us," he began, gesturing to the vagabonds that surrounded him before nodding towards their captors, "And luckily, there seems to be three of you - so I vote that two of you are left to live, while you listen to your friend here suffer the heat of the pyre as we have done with our herd." His lips quirked into a charming grin, the type you see constantly plastered across the faces of the Aodh nobility, "Sound fair?"
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Post by strixx-variaa on Aug 30, 2016 11:36:30 GMT -6
And before he could even so much as turn his head to face the presence creeping along his spine, The Shade was laid low. The only sound of his pain was an involuntary sort of grunting exhalation from his lungs.
He'd been caught fire-gazing, his legs swept from beneath him by some lithe guardsman's wrath. He saw the chain on his hobbles as he fell, registered its glowing malice to the dark face which wielded it, and floundered as he struggled to his feet again.
The chain will grow brighter still, he thinks, for this is the way they have separated all the rest who burned before. Stupid, stupid, hanging near the edge of the crowd. A sense of self-preservation might've been very useful in this sort of situation.
The ringing in his head precluded conversation.
"Herd? You have no herd," growled a sweet, cruel voice before him, cutting through the dull buzzing in his brain, but The Shade was still stunned from the blow and the force of his fall, and he couldn't see the mouth from which the foreboding words sprang.
His own blood trickled into his eyes. He couldn't blink it away.
The chain pulled tight against his weary limbs, and as he fell (thwack) into the mud again he heard the same voice say, "Fucking treacherous scum."
The world turned red as his body was dragged upright again.
And through the blood in his nostrils, choking him, The Shade had sense enough yet to know that the smell of smoke was getting stronger.
Closer.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Sept 13, 2016 17:18:18 GMT -6
Deidra
Slave Trader of Aodh
Deidra was known for her iron gut, able to with stand seeing the worst of the worst. When one trains a Pit Fighter, better get used to broken bones, infections and all that goodness, but this... This really topped it all. Eyes narrowed as the leader commanded his blokes to go grab a few more slaves, as if he had a great deal to strike. Yet she had that feeling, that feeling that things aren't going well, what seemed like a deal struck, was really turning more into a game. Nostrils flared as she watched them belittle the equine, and it made her stomp her hoof down with anger. Tail smacked relentlessly against her rump, it was clear she was ready to boil, and then the game began and her pupils narrowed.
The fuck did he just say? Oh that was it, she was ready, to through those fellow in the fire. She wasn't the one that screamed for death, but today she was pushed to the limits and she could hear the sweet whisper of death wanting to happen. Deidra was ready to open her mouth, she had a lot to say, a hell of a lot to say. Yet a slave better her too. Attention turned to them them as she watched them raise there voice, to call these scum what they were. In all honesty, she was proud of them, and that was not something she felt often with others, especially strangers. They were not pawns in this game, mere fodder to throw away once they were done with. These were living breathing creatures. Born if not from Ignacio's flame, then another worthy gods. Eyes narrowed, a coy smile on her face, oh she had a plan.
"A deal?" she remarked purring out faintly as she looked to the stallions with a smile. "I do enjoy this sort of thing." she remarked trying her best to play along with the guards. Eyes glanced to the slaves, before looking to her fellow slave traders. "I vote we all pcik, truly we should instead of one slave, we can get two hmm?" she eyed the two stallions hoping they too would play along for their sake and the slaves. "I vote you let use get a good look, i mean we are getting two, and one will die, Id like to make sure its more of a mercy killing." she spoke coldly, but tried to play along with their games. This deal was rotten to the core and if Deidra wanted to save their lives, she needed more time, and she hoped being able to look at them all, could give the other two time to figure out what to do. While Deidra had to figure out what exactly she wanted to do, though she knew what she wanted to do. Oh she wanted a fight, to kick the snot out of these sickening chevaliers, but she needed time. "Well come on boys, we got slaves to look at." she called out to them. Eyes turned to the slaves, hoping they would not assume she was vile scum, but instead trying to buy them all a sweet moment to try and register what exactly they all would do.
Deidra trotted forwards and walked towards The Shade. "A good looking stallion. Got your scelia tattooed? Most of costed you a pretty penny. Where'd you come from?" she asked him eyeing him curisouly, though it seemed she was checking out The Shade, ehr eyes were looking at the stallion that held him captive. Eyes scanning, like she scanned all slaves, looking for weaknesses, looking for strengths. If it came down to it. She'd fucking fight them all, to keep the slaves alive. |
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