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Post by DawnsComing on Aug 5, 2016 19:29:09 GMT -6
 Hello Starborn and welcome to Plot 201: Mending Broken Bonds!Team Leader: Hajime Co-leader: Amadeus Breim Participants: Arges, Amity, Lidian, Nerium, Neferiti, Margaret, Leonardo, Zahara, Tomo, Ciel, Raja, Diony, Ozzer, Daisuke, Osamu, Shiro, Casius, Cephas Aodh Participants: Frannie, Moonrise, Evalynn, Omari, Albella, Alois, Kanu, Shiya, Scarlet, Jenko, Regina, Heroin, Brutus, Illidis, Algren, Galloway, Gabe Post Frequency: 3-4 times a week Please keep the following in mind!
*Notice* Following the leaders post, please allow for each participant to post at least once before defaulting back to the original rule of allowing 2 posts between your own. Thank you!- 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. Try to interact with everyone. <3 - Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
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Post by DawnsComing on Aug 5, 2016 19:32:18 GMT -6
Hajime | High King
Noises echoed through the cavern, filling the King's ears with a throbbing pain that resonated through his bones and down to his hooves. The streets filled with horses, growing more crowded as the morning wore on and the official announcements came closer to fruition. Haji allowed a light smile to grace his lips, letting subtle nods to passerby's lighten the mood that held thick in the air of celebration. No one would admit their unease, the mood that always came when outsiders entered the hidden capital of Breim and disturbed the life so many had come accustom to. But this was different. Aodh had always been a source of speculation, of fear; the one blame fell upon when things went wrong in the outside world. It was a vicious cycle, one that none would admit existed. Minds warped over years of consistent lies they told themselves before sleep. It was a cycle Haji's father had noticed long ago, a cycle he swore he would end.
Now it was Hajime's turn, to finish what his father started. Today was the day things began to change. There would be resistance, Haji knew this too well. He knew the minds of his people, watched their movements and studied their thoughts. He lived and breathed Breim culture from the day he could stand beside his father on his own hooves. His people deserved better than to live in fear. War had long since passed by the world, the destruction long since past.
Blue eyes cast a sideways glance toward the two guards that stood beside him, an unnecessary accessory insisted upon by the Royal Family. Haji felt it rude to show his guests how untrusting his people were of them but upon seeing the Aodh King surrounded by his own court, the feeling eventually became mute. His gaze wandered toward the small pale pony that called himself King, his delicate features shining against the dark caverns. His mane was fare, pale and warm like the sun the flitted through Sterling's skylight, and his eye's a soft blue that stood stark against his light fur. Haji was in awe, that his boy, was the ruler of the herd he had been taught to fear. Their gaze met briefly, a moment of awkwardness in the chaos that surrounded them. Haji could feel his ears burn but he pushed through it, giving Amadeus a tilt of the head to signal the beginning of their entrance.
The stairs leading up to the small balcony were small and old, creaking beneath their weight but never giving an inch. 'It's now or never,' Haji thought as he pushed his way through the light silk curtains and into the view of the crowd below.
"Thank you all for coming," he allowed his voice to ring out loud and clear with a momentary peek at Amadeus beside him. Trying to imagine a loud voice coming from the small King seemed unfathomable but there was little they could do to change the circumstances now. Turning back to the crowd, he continued. "Today we come together in a celebration of peace and to welcome our guest from a land far from our home. Aodh has long since been a trading partner with the people of Breim, providing us with metals, food, and wares. But never before have the horse of Sirith made a treaty with their neighbors. A treaty that defines a friendship that runs deeper than the simple trading of goods."
"Well, today is that day. A day that things will change for the better. Today is the day our herds unite to become stronger. So we welcome our new friends here, in Nariah, where we celebrate our bond and create new relations."
"Welcome, Aodh, to our beautiful city of Nariah!"
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Post by DawnsComing on Aug 5, 2016 19:35:37 GMT -6
 checkpoint 1// The King of Aodh has arrived in Nariah by invite of High King Hajime in hopes of creating better relations with the Kingdom of Fire. News has spread like wildfire in the week leading up to this much anticipated event and the New Generation had brought it upon themselves to host a festival in the visitors honor. With all of Nariah in attendance, the center of the city has become jam packed with bodies from Nariah and Aodh alike. As music begins to play and smells of festival food waft through the air, you can only wait for the King’s to present themselves.
NOTE: This group will NOT remain as large as it is initially.
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Post by noshik on Aug 5, 2016 23:11:30 GMT -6
G A B R I E L
He wasn't sure why he was here, what purpose he could serve, what minds he would change. He couldn't even see the city, though several had said it was quite something to gaze upon. Not that he could see it. The closeness of strangers pushed the grey gelding further and further from the crowd, too many strangers packed around him added to the fear of the heavy, ornate silver and blue veil slipping from his dainty head and revealing the monstrosity that had become his face. He would embarass his king, his nation.
Why, oh gods why, was he here?
Stepping back, he tried to weave his way through the crowds, find some sort of object to ground himself to untill he could be fetched and led to whatever lodging had been provided. There he could hide away, sleep this horror away. His presence meant nothing, after all. He could offer little, if anything at all in terms of helping the nation's rekindle friendship.When
had been the last time he had left his home anyway? Thoughts drifted from the kings, the event, to that day of being dragged from the darkened sitting room to the outside, all well meaning, yet humiliating form the gelding. Terrifying. He'd failed, purposely, to respond to any further letters or inquiries from the large stallion, and had sent servants in his own place to speak of investments. Yet here he was again dragged from comfort and safety, unwilling.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Aug 5, 2016 23:23:12 GMT -6
Moonrise|Adoh|Artisan-Blacksmith
interacting directly with gone-astrayy's EvaPushing her new goggles up onto her forehead after the king finished speaking Moonrise looked around, taking in the sights, sounds and smells. For some place that's underground, Moonrise was in awe of the buildings the Breim herd had managed to erect. The style was unique to anywhere else the mare had read about, and yet so similar in small ways. She tapped her friend Evalynn on the back with her tail. "Isn't it amazing how they managed to build such a sprawling metropolis in a cavern like this? Imagine what it looked like being built!" She said in awe as she looked around. "Reminds me a lot of Adoh festivals, just with less fire." She said, taking a few steps away over towards one of the stalls, looking at the colorful display of different types of artisan-made apparel and trinkets. Sure they had things like it back home but the ones down here had a certain allure too them, almost seeming to glow on their own. She turned away, looking up at the ceiling where the "sky" was illuminated by the softly glowing lights from lanterns and gemstones, as if the Breimians had made their own night sky to make up for the one they lost by moving underground. Even though we couldn't see them, the herd managed to thrive under the surface. She thought, a smile coming to her face. She'd have to incorporate this into her next project somehow, she just knew it. Post 1|WC: 246
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Post by Midnitella on Aug 5, 2016 23:33:39 GMT -6
Nefertiti | Breim | Echo
The crisp morning air sent a chill over the caverns of Breim, which was only fended off by the unusual amount of bodies that now moved in the caves. Even at this early hour, there were so many faces, both new and familiar. Nefertiti had risen early, as she always did, but even today was much earlier than usual. She had stayed at a small in outside of Nariah for the night before, as she did not want to take the trek from Sterling and risk missing this monumental day. With a quick yawn and a spring to her rising, the young mare did not hesitate to reintroduce herself to the outside world once more. Well, as outside as she could be this deep into the earth. She had decided to take a personal holiday away from Gaius and her work to enjoy this celebration to be held. Word traveled like wildfire in these tunnels, and the moment she heard of the Aodhians arrivals, she was quick to jump into the idea. The herd usually did not take fondly to the idea of intruders in their homes, but Nefertiti was glad she did not share this trait that seemed so inherent. Her hooves clicked with a light firmness as she walked down stone steps of the carved Inn, the sounds of travelers talking filling the room. The Inn had been booked solid for the night with both Breimians and Aodhians, which was a pleasant thing, or at least Nef thought so. With a gentle shove of the door, the roar of bustling crowds filled her ears as they spoke both of concerns and celebration. It was an odd mix of conversation to say the least, but it was no new occurrence. The smell of the first preparations of festival food filled the large cavern and its sweet entice was almost too much to the pale mare. With a muffled sound of heartbreak, she managed to push herself towards the largest gathering of equines, and away from the temptation of food. Searching briefly, she leaned to a familiar face before asking. “What are we waiting for?” Her light voice almost like the sound of distant chimes. Looking to where the others had their gaze fixed, her heart leapt for a moment at the sight of their King. She had only ever seen him once or twice before, both long ago. It was almost the same feeling as seeing a teacher after dilly-dallying all day long. Which was both as ridiculous as it was adorable as Nef looked to her leader with her fellow members as a hush fell over the once roaring crowd. Ears perked, Nefertiti listened to her Kings small speech, and couldn’t help but let a smile cross her lips. It was always a wonderful thing to see progress like this, though she could feel the almost forced happiness in her herd as a cheer rang out. Nervousness was to be expected, since even she had been taught at a young age to fear these horses of fire, but that did not stop her from at least trying. After all, she had always gotten along well with the other herds in all of her travels and interactions. Then again she had never met a horse from Aodh. So this was going to be a first.
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Post by hey-stardust on Aug 6, 2016 0:29:23 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out?
With a heightened sense of both fear and anxiety gradually building inside her, Heroin had to mentally restrain herself from kicking out at those who passed by too close, settling for an irritated tail flick instead. The scents and sounds of the celebration were all too quickly becoming overwhelming for her and she desperately wanted to escape, to find somewhere cold and isolated and be alone with nothing but her thoughts as company.
She had scarcely left walls of the Crucible as a teenager, and yet now here she was, thrown into basically a whole new world in but a few short months. She felt incredibly alone and off-kilter, vulnerable in such a place where horses she could recall by name were few and far between.
When the king, Hajime, commanded their attention and offered warm greetings to all who had made the journey here, her head shot up automatically and she attempted to focus in on his voice, trying to drown out the white noise of others with it; hoping it would be enough to calm her down, if only for a few minutes.
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Post by mule-guts on Aug 6, 2016 1:52:59 GMT -6
Lidian | Echo
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Stepping foot into the ornate city of Nariah, Lidian instantly regretted her decision. Anxiety wafted over her small yet sturdy body, ears buzzed and body trembled. She froze, just very briefly, before being reassured by a pale raven perched upon her back, that she in fact, will be ok. Long ears flickered back as Lidian pressed on. She knew this wasn’t going to be the best time, however, she felt as if she had a duty to attend this once-in-a-lifetime celebration.
Entering into the heart of the party, Lidian tried her best to steer clear of the majority of the crowd. Her tail thrashed at the inevitable passersby, who would accidentally bump into her on their way to whatever they may be doing. She rested herself as close to the familiar walls as possible. Head low, with ears laid back and resting her weight on a rear leg, Lidian took in a deep, relaxing breath.
Inhale.
Exhale.
The delightful, grounding, smells of Breimian foods filled her contracting nostrils, a faint smile creeped upon her face. Though, as expected, the air laid heavier than usual in the mule’s lungs causing her to revert back to panic. Once again, with a scratching squawk from her trusted familiar, Lidian was reassured that she would make it through this. Being too entrapped in the sensory overload that was Nariah, Lidian failed to notice her King enter onto the balcony at the head of the city. Her ears snapped forward at his loud, royal voice. She straightened herself out and averted her gaze towards him, with full intention on focusing in on every word he had to say.
But, something caught the echo’s eye instead. Was that the Aodhian king? He was so young and...quaint. That wasn’t it though, what was resting on the small stallion? The pale creature was...similar to her own, winged and cream in color. Lidian cocked her head to the side slightly, intrigued, yet confused. Her concentration was broken with the roar of the crowd. Shaking her head, Lidian pushed the foreign animal from her mind, only to have King Hajime’s words run around in there instead.
All her life, she was told to fear these horses. And now? Here they are, within the confines of the safe caverns? Some with a noble stature to them, others not so much. Despite the stories and lore told by her parents, she pushed that fear away as she believed in her King’s decisions. She promised herself she would try to make an effort.
Try.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 6, 2016 3:16:27 GMT -6
Leonardo | Driven
Adrenaline rushed through Leonardo as Aodh's monarch came in the crowd's sight. He raised his head high, trying to catch a glimps of the foreign land's royality, but had a some difficulty considering the size of the crowd. So many had gathered to welcome the group into their city. His father, who had went to stand among more like-minded for this event, had thought this festival completly unneccasary. Political issues ought to be handled with a sober discretion which spoke of respect. Leonardo himself couldn't see how this was not befitting. A festival would surely honour Aodh's king and show their willingness in this offer for peace. A ripple of excitement went through him as his eyes finally caught sight of the foreign king. He was so young! And there where those who wispered about King Hajime's age. His entourage was impressive and Leonardo's eyes fell on a horse with goggles on their head much like his own. He wondered if they were an Aodhian inventor. Or maybe they had mines in Eithne? Did they have different gems? He suddenly itched to talk to them, learn if there was anything he could use for his research down here. Maybe he'd get the chance later during the festivities.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Aug 6, 2016 8:22:24 GMT -6
Illidis | Pit Fighter | Aodh "In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, and a slave obeys." -Andrew Ryan, Bioshock
A Pit Slave in Breim. In Nariah. What was even going on? The news of the treaty and the Aodhians going to Briem had shocked the grullo Pitfighter. The treaty was good, yes, he agreed there. It might help forge old broken bonds anew. But... Going... To Breim? Servile Slaves, Pit Slaves, Lords, Ladies, all of them going to Breim? That was terrifying. The weeks leading up to that had been a nightmare for Illidis with little sleep, anxiety so bad it made him collapse occasionally, and questions of 'what if' continuously running through his mind. And now they were actually here. At a huge party.
Illidis swallowed, tasting iron and rubber in his mouth from the foreign bit. He didn't know why he had the slave bridle... He'd never needed it. He tried to be obedient all the time, but he'd still needed the metal forced into his mouth like the rest of the slaves that had been brought to Breim. So Aodh could show off the blood that built their nation. Illidis's ears were flat against his head. It was too noisy, too crowded, too enclosed here. Valore had been busy and bustling, but this... There was no roof, no open sky. It terrified him. It was so new, strange, and different from what he had known all his life. He didn't like it. He wouldn't say it to anyone, that would be rude. But if he was being honest, it just... It terrified him that something inside him would love the change and want to make him leave Valore. He couldn't.
Shifting a little closer to Algren, who he had decided to follow until he was told to either go away, or needed to do something different, the grullo slowly worked the bit in his mouth. How long would this party with the deafening voices and music, strange sights and smells, and horses that were foreign to him, go on? He didn't want to ask, but, he wanted to go home. Pit Fighters didn't leave Valore... Or at least, not while remaining a slave... His green eyes were locked on the stone floor when he heard a voice start to call out. Who was that? It wasn't Amadeus. He didn't want to look up and risk getting in trouble though. Customs here might be different. Best to stick to what he knew so he didn't bother anyone. Head down, eyes low, body still and quiet.
He listened patiently to whoever was speaking. Maybe it was the Breim ruler? It sounded like it. He was welcoming them here. Well. He guessed it was more directed at the Nobles and higher ups. The slaves were just here for flaunting statuses. Yeah, he'd just... Follow Algren if possible. He didn't know how, or if, he could interact with the Breimians. If they came over, okay, he'd try. But initiating was possibly wrong... Yes, he'd just wait for orders or anything that might give him indication of what to do.
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Post by mariahwhy on Aug 6, 2016 9:21:41 GMT -6
Ozzer | Breim | Outsider
Ozzer would have been happy to stay at the back of the city's center, even down one of the side streets, to avoid the crowd. He didn't need to hear the kings' speeches - he knew he'd hear about it in great detail from many travelers over the next several weeks. But, as with the long-suffering life of any devoted father, he allowed his son to lead him through the crowd. The zedonk had actually run ahead, but Ozzer was not worried. He could have felt for Daisuke's footsteps, but his blessing seemed to have become more sensitive lately. It was a boon in the quiet tunnels, but here, in this jam-packed cavern, he knew the sensation of so many hooves on rock would be absolutely overwhelming, and so he had shut out his tremor sense for now. Besides, Daisuke's large, rounded ears were easy to spot bouncing between the backs of the gathered horses. Ozzer followed them like a beacon. The cavern was awfully loud, which made it very noticeable when the noise began to dim to a murmur. Ozzer followed everyone else's gaze, and saw Hajime beginning to appear upon the balcony high above them. Ozzer pulled his eyes away to bark a quick "Daisuke!" before the crowd grew completely silent. His tone was obvious - get over here. This was the kind of important event that foals often did not understand that they needed to stay quiet and still throughout. He would feel much better with his son by his side, knowing that he isn't distracting any of the other spectators with his questions. Those constant questions.
Ozzer had been answering them as best as he could ever since rumors first began that the Aodhian King would be in Nariah. He was glad that he could give Daisuke a more unbiased upbringing than many of the Breim horses. Simply standing in this cavern, packed with more foreigners than Breim had probably seen in all the years since The God's War, Ozzer could feel the tension. The muted prejudice from many of the Breimians, even some of those of the accepting New Generation, and the unease from the Aodhians. As an Outsider, he felt that he was allowed a much better take on the situation than many in the city. Though he had never particularly cared for Aodh itself when he visited the large, he had never held the same fear for them as the rest of Sirith does. He did not distrust foreigners - he was technically one himself. Though he could see why the horses of Breim might distrust this idea of an alliance; many of those from Aodh, he could tell, were slaves and pit fighters. Not exactly the right message to bring along on a peace mission. But he would give them a chance, and he hoped that Daisuke, with the naivety of foalhood, would also be accepting of the new alliance. He had tried to meet all of his questions with fair answers, but now both herds were mingled and Daisuke would begin to form opinions of his own. The jack looked down at his son, who now stood quietly (for how long, though?) beside him. He knew he wanted the colt to trust outsiders, but to also be a welcome part of his herd. Ozzer fully appreciated his Vagabond upbringing, but the loner lifestyle was not one that would fit the outgoing colt forever. He smiled, Hajime's words reaching his ears. Hopefully this would be the beginning of a new era between the herds. One that might not effect a donkey set in his ways, but would provide a bright future for Daisuke as a part of Breim. (Post 1 : 616 words) (OOC: Julie, hope you don't mind me moving Daisuke around just a little! I can change it if you like.) |
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Post by jodifarrow22 on Aug 6, 2016 9:47:42 GMT -6
KANU | NOBLE LORD
It had been 14 years since Kanu had walked through the velvet underground tunnels of Nariah. Those years felt like an entire lifetime ago, and sometimes Kanu was convinced they were. Everything was so different then. Not easier, no, but far easier than now. He was a naive teenager, looking to start a new life and ending up ruining someone else's. Just as usual. He was the chaos that destroyed lives, that's how he'd come to view himself since the attack on the Crucible. Not a day had gone by since then that he hadn't loathed himself and wanted to physically crawl out of his own dirty, murderous skin.
But still, he held his scarred head high, expression flat, dull blue eyes scanning his surroundings. He usually would have refused to leave Aodh at this time, to go anywhere, no matter where it was or for any reason. But now, his mind had corrupted him so much that he had taken the first chance he could to escape the hell he called home. Still recovering from torn walls and scattered foundations. Kanu just needed to spend a few days away, somewhere peaceful, calmer. Though he couldn't keep his mind from wandering to his family, oh how he missed them terribly... at least he had Shiya, whom he hadn't left since they arrived. Both were Nobles, so Kanu didn't mind acting as that horse too scarred to leave a familiar friend in fear of having an explosive episode. Though of course he would never let anyone else see how terrified he was. He was a Noble for a reason, and he would do his best to represent his home in this land he could barely remember.
He held his ribs firmly against Shiya's, turning whenever she did, halting whenever she did. There was not much room for movement anyways, considering how crammed the cavern was. This was a massive event. 'Not as peaceful as I thought it would be...' He thought with disdain as he gave a sideways glance to Shiya,
"Sorry if I seem clingy." He said simply, attention turning to a males voice that had begun to echo through the caves. It took Kanu a mere second to realize the stallion was the High King Hajime, standing beside Amadeus, still so youthful and sweet. 'Welcome, Aodh, to the beautiful city of Nariah!'. A loud roar filled the vicinity, and for a moment Kanu couldn't hear his own thoughts. He joined, politely but seriously giving a cheer. He had changed a lot. Usually he would be jumping up and down with excitement, happy to see the two herds tying loose ends. He found it hard to enjoy anything anymore.
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 6, 2016 11:26:40 GMT -6
S C A R L E T ❧
Scarlet could not deny that the city of Nariah was more than beautiful. Everything about it screamed invention and forward movement. Surprisingly so, the ignorant mare had always thought of the Breimians as merely cave-dwelling horses' much more underdeveloped than they actually turned out to be. Their culture was merely different and foreign to the Noble Lady. Her soft eyes found Amadeus and her mind flashed back to what had happened mere months earlier. Still her bones creaked from what had happened that night. Still her anger raged. To see the Vagabonds executed in the square was a violent pastime that she had slowly become quite loving of. Her slaves she kept the same as always, in fact two were here with her now, calmly in check and sweetly cared for. She treated all slaves like that, still, but the vagabonds. Oh, if they did not get protected by the slave trade she was glad to watch them burn. For what they had done to her city, her home. Among the other horses in the entourage, there were only a few in it that particularly caught her eyes; among them, Kanu, Shiya, and Heroin.
"Welcome, Aodh, to our beautiful city of Nariah!" The Breimian leader spoke from a balcony and with a booming voice. Amadeus you best take notes, sweetheart, Scarlet thought to herself with a chuckle. This was a King, Amadeus would do good from this meeting. She hoped. But the rest of the herds cheered and Scarlet gave a small cheer of her own before turning to go look at the Breimians and their stalls. To look at what wares were there and what she could possibly buy.
"Come now Galloway, Jenko, let's explore." She was going to keep her slaves close this time, since they were out of city, but both horses were well behaved and lovely slaves to the Lady. Her worries were perhaps misplaced, but stayed where they were all the same. She waited for both of her slaves to walk along her side before they began pushing through the crowds, looking about, a smile adorned Scarlette's face as she watched for the true festivities begin. Along her way, she stopped in front of an unfamiliar face, careful not to bump into the pretty mare.
"Evening," Scarlette dipped her head to Nefertiti, "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Lady Scarlette," She smiled kindly, stopping introductions to allow Jenko and Galloway introduce themselves if they so wished to.
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Post by sansatine on Aug 6, 2016 16:24:49 GMT -6
Dionysus Baudin | Royal Tutor
Diony proudly looked down to the city. It had been his home for many years and each day it's glow remained vibrant. From the steps of the Argan Library, he could see a crowd gathering as horses entered from the tunnels. He knew this rumor of Aodh was true- royal children very rarely tell lies. He called back to Arges who was, no doubt, finishing some some experiment or mapping the stars from the night. Something intelligible, no doubt. "Scoot! Are you coming?" he called back into the library. It was empty on the account of the festival. He heard a clatter from the doors, followed by a hasty 'Yeah' and another crash. Diony sighed and tried to regain his energy. He was so often very tired, but all these horses gave him a new sense of youth that had previously been spent worrying for Little Bird and teaching.
The two walked steadily down into the city. The Library was not far from the palace and pretty removed from most of the city. Small chatter could be heard from even the furthest reaches of Nariah and that warmed Diony's heart. The two pulled up to the larger mass of horses very shortly before Hajime took to speaking. Diony felt a sense of unbridled proudness as he spoke. He took this time to watch the faces of the newcomers. Of them, a few seemed familiar, triggering memories of traveling with his father, but most were anonymous. A few of them looked to be lost and scared, peeling away from the crowd and trying to hide. He made it a point to seem overly friendly, opening himself to mindless chatter and talks of welcomes. He was more than willing to be a tour guide.
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(Feel free to bump into Diony! I'll be posting Alois separately soon;) and if you need me, my skype is hubahuba02)
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Post by sdlhf on Aug 6, 2016 16:45:53 GMT -6
Margaret | Breim | Magi
Margaret was in her room reading when she heard her parents whispering upstairs. Her sensitive ears pricked forward in an attempt to hear what they were saying, but their tones were far too hushed. She quietly walked up to the main floor, nearly startling her parents when she asked what was going on. They glanced at each other uncomfortably for a few brief moments before her father uneasily informed her that a peace treaty was to be formed with the Aodh herd, and that they would be visiting Nariah in less than a week. Margaret found it difficult to absorb this strange news, but as the days drew closer to the arrival of the outsiders, she found herself growing ever more excited, curious, and fearful. Like most other Breimans, Margaret had an instilled wariness of the fire horses, but she knew an opportunity like this would not present itself anytime soon.
Though used to being unable to sleep, Margaret tossed and turned all night from the anticipation. She got up early, abandoning any hopes of getting some rest. She paced around her room for a while, weighing the options in her mind and eventually trying to work up the courage to go meet some of the visitors. Before she changed her mind again, she donned her cloak and prayer idol and trotted outside, not stopping to tell her parents she was leaving in case they tried to persuade her otherwise. The streets she had walked since she was a filly were bustling with activity, getting more and more crowded as she neared the palace. Even among familiar faces she began to feel nervous and alone. Her chimney swift Arthur buried himself in her mane in attempt to hide from all the commotion. As the Aodians began entering the capital, Margaret was able to find a vantage point near the outside of the crowd where she didn't feel as if she were about to be trampled.
She had seen King Hajime a few times before, but the sight of him standing there next to the small white pegasus whom she assumed was Aodh's king was still wonderfully thrilling. His short speech gave her some solace, and once it was over, she realized that she was free to enjoy the festivities. A new sense of freedom enveloped her as she began to wander, actually hoping to meet others and learn despite her original misgivings.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Aug 6, 2016 19:25:41 GMT -6
Arges | Driven
Arges craned his neck downward trying to look through his own model telescope. Through it he could see fine detail in the library's ceiling. Finally. So far he only had materials to modify a regular telescope, but already with the addition of a new lens he could see farther and clearer. One last adju- A voice rang in the library from the steps, Diony, no doubt. Word was there were going to be visitors, the exact number and who was information not shared with him. A sliding noise hissed from the telescope. He went to work, twisting the top cap off and looking down the tube. Dang it. The new lens wasn't a perfect fit. Slowly... very slowly it was sliding down the tapered cylinder.
Scoot! Are you coming?
Arges broke his attention from the telescope to call back. "Yeah!" In the time it took to answer the royal tutor Arges had forgotten his telekinetic grip on the telescope. Down it went. Landing on the library floor with a loud thud followed then by a yelp of surprise from Arges. Nothing looked broken, at least, not on the outer portion. Arges hastily stuffed his blue prints and charts into a drawer and scrambled to the steps of the library. He cast a guilty smile to Diony, his closest friend whom he gifted far too much stress.
Remaining silent for most of the walk, Arges prepared himself mentally for the arrival of an undetermined number of new faces. As they arrived at a large crowd, he couldn't help but notice an uneasy feeling creep upon him. Of the few unfamiliar faces he saw, he couldn't tell from which herd they hailed. A quick look at Dionysus showed a more nostalgic look than usual. Hajime then began to speak. Aodh. Aodh? He understood the need for friendship and treaties, but why was he here?
Arges had unconsciously sidled closer to Dionysus, needing reassurance from the only other equine he trusted. Despite this trust he turned his yellow gaze to the tutor and grumbled between them. "You knew."
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(I'll get something written for Albella in a moment! My skype is erika.schneider98)
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Aug 6, 2016 20:57:42 GMT -6
Amity | Breim | Maker
Eighteen years you've avoided this. For eighteen years no royal or noble Aodhians have come underground and recognized you. The dainty chimeric mare thought feverishly to herself while trotting about her home in Sterling, cleaning in a vain attempt at calming her pounding heart. Why is it that right after some thieves wound through our city King Hajime thinks it's a wonderful idea to invite the whole Royal Court from Aodh down into the tunnels?! All of these outsiders...I hope more of them mean to do good than to harm. Amity continued fretting to herself as she went about her daily work days before the event. Ever since she heard the news of the visiting nobility from Eithne she hadn't been able to cease running around getting things ready and...taking safety precautions. Not three months earlier had the little mare crossed paths with a pair of Vagabond thieves, and ever since then the normally trusting and friendly mare had been on edge. She was not a warrior, not equipped to deal with thieves of any sort, but she had done her best. Still, this event left her wearier to those on the outside and an event like this, what with her roots in Aodh, was almost giving her grey mane. She feared being recognized or something happening to the lot of them, but King Hajime had asked that she, along with many others of Breim, to be present and celebrate with their new allies. As one of the most known Makers Breim had to offer, she couldn't just refuse on the grounds that she was just frightened. That would paint a bad picture of Breim for the new boy King who would be present, and all others who came along as well. Breimians were not cowards, and she would pridefully represent her herd. Amity had spent the past days picking some wild but beautiful and unique flowers native to Sirith from the outskirts of her special garden near the skylights and weaving them into bracelets and crowns to present to the Aodhians as a sign of good will and friendship. This wasn't her craft, but more of a hobby she picked up from some younger fillies in Nariah during her last visit weeks ago. Still, she saw the smiles these little flowers brought to many kinds of faces young and old and thought it an appropriate gift to bring along with her. Amity, as always, one to over prepare for any event. Nonetheless, she was ready on time and set out to Nariah with a guide a couple days before the event. On the morning of the event Amity had left her parents' home where she had spent the night accompanied by her whiskered screech owl, Kili, with a grin on her face and flowers in her hair. As soon as she had seen all the hustle and bustle going on in the older city, her anxiety ebbed slightly. Just enough for her to become her normal, outgoing, friendly self again. Her small hooves clicked almost gleefully against the stone streets on the way to the place where both Kings would come to speak and her long tail was arched up proudly so it would not graze the ground. She had outdone herself that day, her unique coat shining in the light provided and her mane without even a single tangle. Kili perched on her withers, helping the mare hold a basket of festive flower crowns, bracelets and collars on her back. Her telekinesis was strong enough to hold it on her own, but with everything going on..her focus was not. Every once in awhile she would place a crown on someone's head then giggle and prance away just as she saw them begin to smile and fit a bracelet to a young colt's leg. She didn't even flinch when those she knew were not from her herd showed interest in her little gifts, and she adorned them with what they requested. She even spotted some of those she knew personally in the crowd. Nefertiti, the Echo with a great eye for fashion, Tomo, the mare with the greatest knowledege of food in all of Sirith, and even Casius, her favorite Priest of the Cascade shrine. When the King stepped out into the open and began to speak, Amity fell silent and paid attention to him, cheering at the end along with the rest of the crowd to welcome the Fire herd into their city. Still though, the populous of horses not from Breim did leave the mare with her guard up. Even if she was admiring the bright little spot with wings that was Aodh's new King. I suppose it really has been awhile since I was in Eithne... she murmured to herself, recollecting the blurry memory of the former King, Solaris', face. This must be her son...
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Post by brittlewren on Aug 6, 2016 21:44:21 GMT -6
Omari || Artisan || Aodh The day was finally here, and Omari was buzzing with excitement. Never had he been outside of Eithne, or visited another herd, and despite the initial twinge of nervousness he was eager to visit the caves of Breim. He didn't know what to expect, and if anything he'd thought the caves would be cramped and dark, and maybe even smell a little funky, but what he was greeted with was all but that. The caves seemed to arc upwards, and were dry and quite warm, with no bad smells and the occasional dotting of lights down the caverns. In what seemed to be the largest of the caverns he had been guided through, was the bustle of life and horses moving about. The smells and sights and sounds intrigued him, and the roan stallion couldn't wait to explore, to meet new horses and experience the culture of the underground horses. Joining the mass of horses gathered in what he thought was a courtyard, equids of all shapes, colours, and sizes made up the throng. The noise was deafening, and only began to quieten with the appearance of a young brindled grey figure, presumably a young Royal. At first dismissing this, his ears pricked and eyes straining to catch a glimpse of Breim's King, the stallion's attention was quickly drawn back to the small balcony, seated in the palace above the thick of the crowd. So that was the King. The King made a quick speech, welcoming Aodhians to Nariah, and when it was over, noise washed over the crowd as horses began to disperse to stalls and enjoy the atmosphere. Some horses insisted on pushing, but Omari just let himself be moved by the crowd. Meeting some Breim horses would be nice, especially if they were artisans. He idly wondered if the creative horses of Breim were called artisans anyways, deciding that if he met one then he'd ask about it. It had scarcely been moments of browsing before the roan's stomach was growling at all the delicious smells and treats the Breimians had to offer.
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Post by Western-Witch on Aug 7, 2016 3:16:39 GMT -6
|| G A L L O W A Y ||Gallow was ecstatic. He could barely contain his excitement and act the part of slave. It was like he was a free horse. He was in another herd's lands! Gallow still couldn't believe that Scarlet had told him he was coming with her on a journey. He could care less for the reason of going. All he wanted was to explore the lands beyond Valore. And here he was. The journey was long and a tad hard, but it meant nothing compared to the landscapes he was able to see. And the cherry on top of the cake was Briem's magnificent underground caves. They walked through massive chambers and glowing crevices, maneuvered past rushing streams that fell into darkness and emerged in halls with twisted, wet formations growing from the ceiling and floors.
The night before the big get together with both Briem horses and the Aodhian guests, Gallow was a wreck. His nervous energy was barely contained. He had gotten maybe four hours of sleep. He couldn't wait to experience a whole new world. And when the time finally came he forgot who he was and everything he had ever been. It was absolutely stunning. The city of Nariah was contained in a deep, open cavern. Gallow could barely believe it was underground. Above them shoots of light shone through skylights and gems glittered like stars embedded in the rocks. The streets were jammed pack and wild scents and sounds were heavy in the air. Many times Gallow almost ran off to discover what a vendor had for sale or what a particular smell was. But as he swung his head around he felt the heavy feeling of his leather slave's bridle, reminding him he was born to serve.
As he caught up to Scarlet and Jenko he hung his head a little lower, quietly shuffling away his excitement. He couldn't disappoint Scarlet. He owed her much and this was a big risk for her and Aodh to send slaves and pit fighters as well as Nobles. Scarlet called to both him and Jenko. Gallow perked up at her words of encouragement. He wasn't opposed to exploring in the slightest!
As they fell farther into the center of the festivities the bodies began to crush. Gallow was a large stallion. He stood far above many of the horses in Briem's herd, but some of the looks he was receiving was giving him a nervous feeling. He stayed near Scarlet, keeping a balance between his fighting instinct and his easy excitement. He had his Force Field blessing now for a reason.
Putting those darker thoughts behind a screen, Gallow looked over Scarlet to catch Jenko's eye. He wiggled his eyebrows and gave the Appaloosa a goofy smile. Their previous talk about Gallow's views of freedom and Jenko's was rattling around in the spotted stallion's head. Gallow wouldn't be thinking so desperately of escaping after a journey like this. He hoped Jenko was also enjoying the new surroundings. Gallow knew he was more than okay with being in Valore and fighting for glory, but it's always nice to switch things up.
They continued to walk around and mingle. The Briem's seemed hesitant in their social encounters with the Aodhians. Gallow thought back to their leader standing on his ledge. Gallow could read his nervousness from a mile away. He was a strong looking stallion and his horn was an impressive color. Compared to their little King, he looked powerful and controlled. Gallow hoped the Briem herd could still see their power through their King despite his small stature and demur gaze and light coat. He wasn't a very menacing looking horse.
Suddenly his thoughts were cut short by a beautiful grey mare. Scarlet introduced herself and motioned to the both Gallow and Jenko to do the same. Gallow felt dumb in her presence. He lowered his head and gave a bow. "Hello. My name is Galloway. I am Lady Scarlet's pit slave. It is a pleasure to meet you." Gallow kicked himself for letting a pretty face through him off his usual stoic status. He blamed it on the amount of new experiences. It was all too overwhelming. But hey, now he could check off speaking and meeting a Briem herd member. He let a small smile spread across his muzzle. He couldn't wait to meet more of them.
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Post by Quorkbirb on Aug 7, 2016 3:56:32 GMT -6
Tomo | Tie
When news fluttered around Nariah about the peace treaty and festival that would ensue thereafter, Tomo immediately started saving her shards. Festivals were always amazing in Tomo's opinion, but a festival held for not one, but two herds had to be ... spectacular! She couldn't even imagine the plethora of foods and sights that would be there. Her brother Youta, being less interested in the festivities and their no doubt suffocating crowds, graciously gave Tomo a good portion of his earnings as well so that she could buy all the festival treats she desired ... probably. Well, not likely. Knowing Tomo, she'd be out of shards by the first few hours, all spent on food no doubt. As the treaty day approached, Tomo became increasingly restless. Her parents had to temporarily ban her from the shop until after the activities as she was harassing far too many customers with too much enthusiastic talk of the festival to come and not enough ... well, assistance on their actual business. Relieved of her shop duties, the Tie instead spent the last days before the treaty watching the stalls and decorations be put up in the heart Nariah, which was still quite exciting. She may have gotten in the way a few times, but who could blame her! A thousand years since the God's War and never have Breimans extended an invitation to a herd to enter their caverns. And now, within 3 months, they've welcomed (albeit cautiously) Serorans and Aodhians into their earthen labyrinth. These historic events would stur up excitement in even the most cautious Breimans heart.
On the day of the festival, Tomo was up and ready to go well before her family. Impatience bubbled within her and she eventually decided to leave ahead of them, agreeing to meet up before the King's speech. However, in a completely unsurprising chain of events, Tomo's family ended up over-taking her. The gluttonous mare had become side tracked with the food stalls, already beginning to waft their irresistible scents into the stone streets. By the time Tomo had reached the gathering before the palace of the King, her telekinesis was heavy with festival cuisine and a gargantuan crowd had congregated before the palace steps. There was no way she could find her family in this fantastic mess, but hopefully she could make some acquaintances among these new faces (Oh and how many there were!) Gently squeezing her way through the masses, she tried to secure herself a better view of the palace balcony and it's occupants, but eventually the crowd would give no more and she had to make due with her view next to a Donkey and small ... hybrid of sorts (whom she had to be careful not to trample!)
"Wow," she said while gazing up at the royalty and taking a bite of one of the many items in her culinary array "the Aodhian King is tiny! And he looks so young, even next to King Hajime."
A more uptight Breiman (who looked far too uncomfortable with the proximity of all the equines in this space) shot her a disapproving glance, for either talking with her mouth partially full of food or for speaking while the rest of the crowd was clearly beginning to hush, perhaps both.
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Post by catorb on Aug 7, 2016 4:55:49 GMT -6
Algren | Aodh | Servile Slave
Algren suckled on his bridle. It would be the only thing that would give away his anxiety, even thought you wouldn't be able to tell from the outside. He was doing his best too keep his cool, but this big of an event would hit anyone's nerves. His steps were solid though, as he moved with the sea of horses towards the courtyard, were he and his fellow herd members were to gather for the welcoming. Every once in a while he would check to see if Illidis was still with him. He could tell the stallion was having a hard time.
The invitation had shocked both of them. Surely the high nobles were of a much better position to be part of such an official gathering. Al still not understood why Lord Luciano had send him instead of going himself. Perhaps he was bored of these kind of events? The colt figured Illidis had been send along for protection sake, which did make Algren feel a little better. But leaving their home lot, leaving Valor, meant for them both to wear their bridles at all times, along with the other slaves that were with them. This caused for quite some glances from the Breim horses. Earlier Algren had heard a small foal ask it's mother why they wore them. Surely the sight was uncommon...
It had brought back memories though. The road to Briem. It's hilly grassy, landscape and cave entrances. He's seen it before. When he was little, and free, traveling with his mother. Never had he truly entered the caverns, let alone seeing it's hidden beauty's. The roan colt would surely be sore in the morning from craning his neck so much. There was so much to see. Beautiful lights and structures. All in a odd, foreign style he'd never seen before.
Al tried not to get stepped on too much, or push people as the crowd got thicker and thicker. He's lost sight of some of their main group, but checked to find Illidis still by his side. Good. Now he'd calmly listed to the formal voice that welcomed them to this odd, yet beautiful underground city. Hopefully this peace summit would go smoothly...
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Post by Queerly on Aug 7, 2016 11:20:10 GMT -6
Nariah was his fourth favorite place in the whole, wide world.
His very favorite was, of course, being anywhere that his father was. Some might argue that wasn’t really a ‘place’, and that it made all the other selections redundant given that Ozzer was always with him. Daisuke supposed they had a point, but adult logic was ultimately uninspired, and so he rejected it on principle. His second, most very favorite place was the Labyrinth. He’d grown up exploring their depths (albeit never far from his veteran mother, and later his equally adept father) and while they could be a bit scary, the colt welcomed the adventure offered therein. His third was Sterling, because the city’s ceiling opened into the grand maw of a skylight, and Daisuke was fond of stars. He’d only seen them for the first time very recently, and he strongly suspected that the sky was just another ceiling with glowing gems stuck in it, contrary to what he’d been told.
And so that left Nariah in a very respectable fourth place. The ranking didn’t seem to affect his enthusiasm. As the ceremony began, Daisuke cut through the masses with perked ears and a grin, running ahead of his more sensibly paced father. Among the crowd, there were horses he recognized and shouted a quick hello to, but just as many faces belonged to strangers. Exotic strangers. Strangers that could be asked questions. So many questions.
Daisuke knew that the Aodh Herd was visiting, and that their visit something important to Breim. The colt couldn’t grasp the full gravity of the situation, but he understood it well enough to be excited, and to hope that the ceremony went smoothly.
The Aodhians smelled funny. Not bad, but certainly different, and they wore strange things. Daisuke had quickly noticed that the easiest way to spot a foreigner was to assess their outfit: if it was gem-encrusted, or they were wearing a silly, strappy contraption on their head, they were probably from the surface. Some of the latter looked… uncomfortable, sporting bits of metal that went in the horse’s mouth. Didn’t that hurt?
He was just about to ask that very question when his father called. Shelving the inquiry for later, Daisuke scuttled beneath a few bewildered horse’s stomachs to reach him, and followed Ozzer’s gaze to the palace balcony. He gasped. “Is that their king? He’s little! Is he my age?”
A gentle shushing rendered the colt quiet and still. He only half listened to the speech, more distracted by the pale creature perched on the Aodhian King’s back. What was it? It had wings… scales, a long tail… was it a sort of flying… no, maybe it was...
“Dad?” He whispered. “Dad, what’s-”
Another shush; it seemed the question would have to wait. Daisuke supposed that was fair. No less enthusiastic than ever, the colt reared up, resting his legs over Ozzer’s back. Yes, that was a much better vantage point from which to study the royals and the strange animal they had with them. As he continued to squint at the figures, the sound of crunching food caught his round ears. Ever distractable, the tyke turned his gaze to the unicorn standing beside them, and- great Argus! What cool horns!
Daisuke opened his mouth to proclaim this observation, but quickly snapped it shut in the next second. He'd have to tell her later.
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OOC- Don't mind at all, Mariah! <3
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Post by 2beelion514 on Aug 7, 2016 11:21:06 GMT -6
Cephas | Breim | Priest
Cephas lingered near the edge of the crowd. He had received news of the treaty with Aodh several weeks prior to the event itself, but even then he had not expected the sheer number of bodies that would occupy the city center. Only a number of horses were recognizable within the array of packed forms, while most of them had never exchanged a single word with him. Cephas wasn’t sure whether to loathe it or enjoy it.
The opening ceremony for the event moved by in a blur and Cephas found himself lost in thought. A colleague of his father had offered him an opportunity to visit Valore in the past, with intentions for him to study the music of the city. While he had hesitantly accepted the invitation, he wound up too ill to make the journey when scheduled. He still regretted having to remain Sirith, and often wondered if it had been fear itself that caused his sickness. Perhaps now he had finally been given a chance to make up for that mistake. If anyone could tell him anything about the tune of Valore, it would be the Aodhians themselves.
As the kings’ speeches came to a close, the growing roar of the crowd drew Cephas away from his thoughts. Nariah was alight with an energy he rarely witnessed. He cared little for cheering, but he allowed his voice to join in the gleeful sound until it died away. An event such as this was rare in Sirith and Cephas reveled in the moment. As the crowd slowly dispersed, Cephas took it as a chance to survey his surroundings more thoroughly. Nariah had been his home all his life, yet the city he saw now wasn’t the same one he had grown up in. The streets were lined with stalls that brimmed with unique and charming wares not often found outside of Sirith. Horses mingled outside of their herd and the air was filled with festive music and enticing smells.
He almost believed he was in a different world. Almost.
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(Cephas is open to be run into! and my Skype is hawkfur if anyone needs to reach me.)
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Post by empyre on Aug 7, 2016 12:18:37 GMT -6
Regina
"Stay close to me. I'd hate to lose you in such a crowd." Jana spoke, a slight smirk pulling at her pale lips to which Regina rolled her eyes,
"I should be the one fearing to lose you. I'm afraid you are a bit lacking in the vertical department my darling." She responded which earned her a light smack of her master's tail against her shoulder.
"Well, we can't all be as tall as a building like you, Regina." Was Jana's reply, and with that conversation out of the way the pair went about mingling, and while Regina did enjoy meeting new and interesting faces she couldn't help being distracted by by her surroundings. Nariah was certainly a sight to behold. Of course Regina had heard of it before, been taught it's history by Jana when she was much younger, but she could have never imagined it the way it truly was. She'd certainly heard the crazy things spread about in Aodh, that all of Breim were nothing but a bunch of crazy mole equines, that they lived in barren caves and ate insects for food, and it was almost shocking to see just how wrong those absurd rumors really were.
She was lucky, she new, after all how many Aodhians at all could say they have been to Nariah let alone a slave such as herself --though upon looking around she found several others milling about with their masters. Were they meant to be some statement? Regina came under the impression that she was to be guarding over Jana, even though her master's relation to the king was rather distant, nobody wanted to be taking chances. Speaking of the king, a light nudge to her side snapped her out of her thoughts enough for her to realize the kings of both her herd and of Breim were addressing the crowd from above. Regina couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips at how tiny Amadeus looked standing beside King Hajime. She'd always found her king to be rather adorable, and she really did hope everything went well today, she'd hate to see him hurt.
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Post by brindletail on Aug 7, 2016 12:32:51 GMT -6
B R U T U S "I am the character you are not supposed to like."- Alan Rickman
The giant brute didn't realize he could be claustrophobic until this godforsaken trek. Every brush with the earthen walls against his broad shoulders or barrel felt like a python slowly digesting him. He fought to keep an even composure, Guinevere would have an utter fit if her acclaimed pit fighter squealed like a piglet in front of the weasels in Breim. Even now, beneath the 'high' ceiling of the square, he struggled to keep his breathing rhythmic. It was his lady's decision to lead him deep into the crowd, practically lightheaded from all the attention he was sure. Why on Kaia's green Onea was he there? Because Guinevere ate up the publicity, and it also served as punishment for his recent irritability towards her.
The bullring he never otherwise wore, hung heavily in his nostrils, its chain tinkling with Guinevere's movements at it's end, a glaring symbol of Aodhian wealth and his lady's power to command such a massive creature. No one dared stand close to him, and for good reason, as Brutus would swiftly lash out at any soul dumb enough to stumble close. So he had to be there, yes. But no one said he was forced to tolerate it. His bright blue eyes stared dully at nothing in particular, the roar of the crowd as the two monarchs entered muted his senses but made his heart race, and he was again concerned with appearing tranquil, ignoring any utterance the Breim prince and the King may have uttered from the balcony.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 7, 2016 15:23:11 GMT -6
FrannieI followed my heart and it lead me to the fridge
Frannie almost screamed out loud when she was told she would be traveling with King Amadeus to Briem! To Briem! Frannie was bouncing with delight and couldn't help but spend moments talking to Amadeus about it. The sights, the equine, but what she was most eager for. The Food! Oh goodness Frannie could have sobbed in her bed thinking about all the glorious foods and sweets. Her belly cried out, and she promised herself to eat lightly so when she was at Briem she could gorge herself on all their food. Bless Briem, she thought fervently to herself. But now she was here, and they haven't eaten yet, and Frannie wanted to cry. Her stomach gave out a feeble growl, demanding food, but being so pathetic it hardly made a sound. Frannie though could feel her stomach go into knots. Hardly eating before all of this, what a terrible terrible idea. Frannie moved onwards, and yet the sights of this underworld realm, seemed to fight off the hunger, at least for now. The crystals and the odd lighting made her curious. Though when the King of Briem began to speak, she couldn't help but smile all the more. How he got his city, his equine excited for this event. She felt her own heart race with delight, yes all of this would go so well.As Frannie saw her king there alongside the Briem King, she couldnt help but smile all the more hoping to catch his eye and make him smile, she wiggled her brows a bit and chuckled on her own behalf. Though she was ready for all the good things to come, where they could all converse, listen to music and stories, but the most important. Eat! Eating brought everyone together. Sitting around a table, eating food and talking. It made things easier, felt lighter knowing one had good food and good company. Frannie was sure it would be bountiful here. Though she quickly shook her head, she was almost starting to drool, and she just got this new bridle too. The last thing she needed was to drool like some dog. Ember would smoke her alive, she'd imagined if Ember caught word. Frannie instead glanced out amongst the equine, taking in all the sights, the smells the music. Oh gods be gracious, she was ready to eat. In a sad pathetic way, she hoped Amadeus would be given some luxury food, so she could at least... have a nibble... or two. Stomach grumbled, and she snorted faintly, many would assume a mare her age would think of boys, and swooning. Well Frannie did, but at the moment her heart belonged to the wonderful, amazingness that was food. Bless Food.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Aug 8, 2016 6:33:30 GMT -6
Casius | Priest
It was time. Casius adjusted his cloak one last time. He took a deep breath then put one hoof out the door. Instantly the new atmosphere within the caves hit him, 'Goddess help me" he muttered to himself. His mother and past mentor had decided to sit this event out and look after the temple in Cas's absence. The Aodhians arrival both excited and terrified the stallion. He loved to hear tales of far off lands above the caverns but at the same time... so many strangers underground at one time made him very nervous.
Casius puffed out his chest and strode down the temple steps. He was a priest, he could conquer this. Excitement overtook fear as the buzz in the caves danced around him. The delicious food enticed him closer to the crowd and before he knew it, he was right in the middle of it. He saw a few familiar faces peeking out but the amount of strangers definitely outnumbered those. A silver grey pelt gave him some relief, "Nefertiti!" he called out to his friend. It was good to see the mare in the capital once again. Just as he was about to reach her a booming voice called out over the crowd, "Thank you all for coming." The voice of his king. Casius looked as though Cascade had come to life right before his eyes. Seeing the King was a rare occasion but he certainly did look as regal as Cas had imagined. Following the King's word, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over to the pale pegasus behind him, 'Aodh's King' he thought to himself in wonder. For such a bustling place, Casius had imagined the King to look a little bigger than what he was seeing. The small creature on his back certainly helped boost his power image; was that, a dragon? Casius had never once imagined he would see a real life dragon with his own eyes, even if the dragon, like his master, was a little smaller than one's assumption.
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Aug 8, 2016 8:34:50 GMT -6
JENKO| PIT FIGHTER
Never in a million years did Jenko think he’d be travelling to Breim. He had no idea what to expect from this event and yet he was excited. Nariah was quite the view to behold, much to his surprise. He looked around curiously, recognizing a few Aodhians in the distance as well as Breimians staring at him suspiciously. Some were pointing at him. it made him uneasy. His scars were not exactly nice to look at but was he honestly that scary-looking?
He couldn’t blame them. Sending pit fighters to Breim was not the best of ideas. Besides, he was wearing his slave bridle which did not exactly help either. It made him look scarier if anything. He clenched his jaw. Their stares were very different from the Aodhians’ star struck gazes. The King’s booming voice snapped him out of his daydreaming. Ears perked, he turned his full attention to the balcony where both Royals were standing. He joined the horses’ cheering soon after. This was a celebration after all and Jenko is always down for a party. The smells of Breimian cuisine made his mouth water.
“Come now Galloway, Jenko, let’s explore.” The food will have to wait. “As you wish, My Lady.” He responded dutifully, trying his best to contain his excitement. He followed her, looking around curiously and poking Gallow repeatedly on their way just to annoy him. He had to stifle a laugh when his friend was wiggling his eyebrows at him.
He caught up to Scarlet’s side who was introducing herself to a very lovely mare. Gallow introduced himself as well. He stammered and introduced himself on his turn as politely as he could. He bowed his head as he greeted her. “Greetings, My Lady. Pleasure to meet you. My name is Jenko. I am a pit fighting slave of Lady Scarlet.”
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 8, 2016 16:36:58 GMT -6
Shiro | Echo
She was late. She was late! How could she be late, this of all the days-
Flustered and irate, Shiro hurried towards the festival proper, nestled in the bustling heart of Nariah. It wasn’t that she wanted to be late; she had been looking forward to the arrival of the Aodh King for weeks, an anticipatory thrill edged with just a touch of trepidation. An entire host of outsiders, the corrupt, dangerous heathens of Aodh- oh, it was frighteningly delicious, and had occupied Shiro’s thoughts and idle fancies for weeks, and resulted in some near disasters in Osamu’s studio. Precious little else had occupied the young mare’s mind.
Then, it had happened.
Five scant days before the festival, Shiro had awoken in the middle of the night, flush with inspiration and a need to move, and had flung herself headlong into a new sculpture. Osamu had found her midmorning the next day, mane and tail still tousled from lack of attention and eyes fever bright as she attacked the marble block that had been gathering dust in her workshop for the past months. Osamu knew better than to try and interrupt the frenzied artist, and had sighed, resigning himself to bringing her periodic meals and taking care of his own shop until Shiro’s muse had fled. Although an artist lived their life in a constant state of creativity, which ebbed and flowed in strength based on a number of factors, there were times when such a powerful muse would sweep through, and there was no denying it till it had run its course and left in its wake exhaustion, neglected duties… and more often than not, transcendente pieces of art.
So, Osamu had wisely left Shiro alone with her stone and tools. A Maker, he understood well the fickle nature of a muse… but he also understood well the fickle nature of a Shiro, especially when eying his untidied shop. Thus it was that he elected not to inform his follower when he departed for the festival, and Shiro had emerged from her artistic haze in a cloud of stone dust to realize she was going to miss the festival.
So really, it was Osamu’s fault she was late, Shiro thought caustically to herself as she began to thread her way through the packed, chattering crowd, eyes peeled for any sight of her mentor and a ready rebuke on her tongue. A hush swept over the crowd and, startled, Shiro tried to both sidestep a foal while simultaneously craning her head for sight of the speaker, with the result that she blundered into a nearby unicorn.
“Oof- oh, I’m sorry- Tomo!”
Shiro blinked at the painted unicorn, ignoring the irritated looks and shushing she was receiving from others in the crowd. Old generation tight wads-
“Did I miss anything- oh!” She had just caught sight of the King, and fell silent as she realized it was he who was addressing the crowd.
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Post by noshik on Aug 8, 2016 19:48:45 GMT -6
G A B R I E L
So many voices swirled within his ears, roaring, drowning out any sense of direction he may have had to immediately locate a secluded spot and wait.He felt closed in, as if the space around him shunk as more bodies pressed close to view the two kings. What was he to do? When the crowds began to ebb, would someone fetch him, would he be left? Should he call for assistance? Or would that embarrass his king? Did he know anyone who had traveled with them?
Frustration surged as he struggled to turn, struggling to avoid outright running into someone, step on someone. This was a terrible, awful, no good idea. He should have stayed in bed, refused anyone who came knocking at his door. Said no. Why was it so hard to simply say no. Any urge, tinkling of a urge to socialise was draining from the little gelding, replaced by insecurity and stress. He didn't need to be here, shouldn't be here! Someone worthwhile should have taken this spot and not a silly pony who couldn't tell salt from flour. Someone who could better bonds insted of casting a doubtful shadow on his great city.
Surely, Ignacio had cursed him.
He didn't want to wait for the kings speech, wait for more bodies to pack the area, wait for humiliation to surely come and.... and.. |
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