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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 5, 2016 21:05:31 GMT -6
 Event Journal// Premise Journal// Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 202: A Bridge!Team Leader: Bjorn Participants: Zireael, Uther, Marshal, Soriano, Liam, Clarke Post Frequency: Frequent (3-4 times a week) Please keep the following in mind! - Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!
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- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 5, 2016 22:15:22 GMT -6
Bjorn | Merchant
Bjorn was at least 70% done with this bullshit. Maybe 75%.
This was not the afternoon he’d envisioned for himself when he’d gone out to cool his head (a decision that was entirely unrelated to an earlier bar fight, thank you very much), and to be completely honest it was starting to look like moving into the path of a boulder was the best option.
A not-at-all-angry walk had now turned into an absolute clusterfuck, with a bridge torn to shreds and the roads covered in rubble. Turns out avalanches were bad. Who knew? And he was now stuck with a bunch of horses who were not currently paying him for alcohol. A nightmare scenario, to be sure. And to make matters worse- they were stuck here. Also with no alcohol!
The dwarf looked over the grand maw that was once a bridge, and sighed so heavily through his nose that his mustache blew like a flag. Then, he turned to view the rubble that blocked the path back up to Skeldr Town, and the glorious ‘stache wriggled with another furious exhale.
“Well shit.”
His stumpy legs carried him over to the mishmash of a group (at least those on this side of the bridge), and he looked over them beneath thick, furrowed brows. “Anybody hurt? ... Bad, I mean, whoever mentions a little scrape is getting poked, I swear to Kaia.”
WC: 231
(Posting for Alyssa bc she's asleep)
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Post by DaretoDream0 on Aug 5, 2016 22:57:22 GMT -6
Soriano | Traveling Merchant
This was just fantastic for the chocolate stallion. He shook out his mane and coat a bit, trying to be careful not to get it onto everyone else. He looked to the other horses, on both this side of the bridge and the other. This was truly fantastic. The dark coated stallion sat down, facing the boulder that blocked their path.
Everything had been going just fine. Until the bridge just had to splinter. Just fantastic. Not like he was afraid of falling to his death from a bridge breaking on him. Nope, not at all. Soriano sighed a bit and brought his bags to his hooves. He did his best to dust them off a bit. This was not a time to be stalled up in the mountains.
Soriano turned his orange eyes to the dwarf appaloosa. He sighed once more.
"If anyone does need some help, I've got some stuff in my bag that might help," he said with a little huff. What a great time to be using his supplies that he needed to sell to help those that depended upon him. He stood up.
"It ain't much, but it should come in handy," he said, looking down to the unicorn.
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Post by annowre on Aug 6, 2016 6:56:54 GMT -6
Liam | Scout
Well this was just fantastic. All he needed was for the damn bridge to give way beneath his hooves. The second mission he's sent on after fully recovering from his wounds after the new year, and this happens. Just his luck. The stallion snorted and stood, shaking himself to release the dirt from his coat. Of course Liam had been in the very center of the bridge when he felt it begin to give way. He'd ran for his life along with the rest of the travelers, leaping the last few feet to make it to safety. Though he wasn't exactly sure how safe this was.
Avalanches were common, he'd dealt with them numerous times as a scout. He'd always managed to find a way around. But a bridge giving way? That was almost unheard of. Though it did make sense with all the scouts and raiders focused on taking care of the vagabond problem. Liam himself was heading down the mountains to investigate reports of cultist sightings along the edges of the forest. But he never imagined a bridge this close to Skeldr town giving way. He was sure he'd be required to make a full report on what had happened. The stallion sighed and looked around at his companions and the situation surrounding them. The bridge was out on one side, the avalanche had blocked the road on the other. They were thoroughly screwed for all conventional means of travel. Since when had Liam ever been conventional anyway?
A small draft, that he was sure he recognized from somewhere... maybe from one of the inns he had frequented during his boredom of being stuck in Skeldr these last few months, asked if everyone was alright and mentioned poking anyone who whined. The mischievous stallion grinned. "Well I guess my well being depends on where you intend to do the poking," he said, grinning at the stout stallion half his size. He'd made it all too easy. Another horse he didn't recognize also replied, stating he was fine, but that he had supplies that could help whoever needed it. Despite being unaccustomed to the scars littering the bay's pelt, none were new. His biggest problem at the moment was the fact that he was out on the exposed face of the mountain with no way to shelter, and it wouldn't be long before night fell on the rag tag bunch.
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Post by hey-stardust on Aug 6, 2016 7:44:02 GMT -6
Clarke | War Forged | Scout:
You don't know what you've got until you've lost it all,
might I suggest you find a softer place to fall.
It never ceased to amaze Clarke how quickly things could fall to pieces, both figuratively and literally in Onea. One minute calm radiated in the valley, abuzz with conversation, the next, chaos and snow reigned.
It all happened so fast, there was barely time to process what the threat was. A lone voice had cried out, warning them of an avalanche, and the deafening noise that followed as snow began to break free from the mountain was enough to send a handful of horses hurtling across the overpass to try and avoid it; only to have the bridge then shatter and collapse beneath their hooves… It was a damn miracle that they all managed to make it across in time. - - -
Clarke looked briefly over her new party, checking to see if anyone had severe wounds that needed to be addressed. Her medical experience was limited, but she could wrap a mean bandage or two if need be. No one seemed to be too badly hurt though, so she tended instead to herself, shaking vigorously to remove the cold slivers of ice from her unruly mane and tail. She had a few nicks that smarted here and there, but it would be a waste of resources to cover up such minor injuries.
As the inn keeper took control of the situation, the mule couldn’t help but snort at his crude assessment of the situation, quietly amused by his brash nature. She followed him as he went to peer over the cliff’s edge, and both found the bridge to be just has they had jumped off it, twisted and spent, with most of it now lying at the bottom of the ravine.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Aug 6, 2016 11:30:14 GMT -6
Marshal | Raider
When the world around him had begun to shake, Marshal had pretty much blanked out and let his survival instincts take care of him. The majority of commotion had passed when the old stallion started paying attention to others nearby. He wasn't in the direct path of the avalanche nor was he on the bridge as it began to crumble. The awe factor was still plenty present.
Marshal drew in a deep breath followed by a calm exhale. The bridge was mostly gone, rubble lay scattered here and there, and he was squat on his ass with two scrapped knees. After two failed attempts at standing Marshal groaned to four hooves, taking a moment to glance over faces to see who exactly he'd be stuck with. This wasn't the worst crowd in the world.
Brown eyes watched the dwarf unicorn tot across to the ragged group. Upon hearing the stout appaloosa's question combine threat of poking, Marshal looked down at his own knees before passing looks between the other horses. Everything seemed fine on the surface with only a few scrapes between all of them. Nothing worth getting poked over.
"Everyone seems alright so far. Pay no mind to surface wounds that are not extensive or deep." Marshal spoke out. "Kaia knows I've had worse than a few pokings." He muttered more to himself, casting an involuntary downward look at Bjorn.
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Post by DaretoDream0 on Aug 6, 2016 23:11:11 GMT -6
Soriano | Traveling Merchant
"I'd rather not take a poking," Soriano said gruffly, looking to the dwarf unicorn as he wrapped up an injury on his hind leg that he figured would get infected if he didn't. He turned his orange eyes to the sky after putting away the bandages. The dark-coated stallion let out a sigh.
"Looks like we might be stuck here overnight," he huffed, looking to the group around him. He vaguely recognized the two scouts. The dwarf unicorn he knew owned an inn that made their own ale. The other three, he had not a clue about, though. Being away for the warmer months to sell his wares to the other herds had taken a bit of a toll on his home social life.
The orange eyed stallion looked to where the dwarf and the mule were standing at the edge of the cliff, looking over to see the bridge. He joined the two of them, keeping his hooves a decent distance from the edge. He looked over to the other side of the bridge, trying to see if he could recognize anyone that was stuck over there. He narrowed his eyes, spotting a fluff ball of a colt.
"Just fantastic," he muttered to himself as he returned to his bag by the boulder.
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 7, 2016 2:16:50 GMT -6
Note: Your group, while currently unable to directly communicate with them, can see and react to the group of equines trapped on the other side of the crumbled bridge (plot 203)! |
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Post by Flarism on Aug 7, 2016 12:28:43 GMT -6
With no pokings needing to be dispensed (though he had considered delivering one to the sass-giving scout), Bjorn turned his steely blue eyes to the canyon. He could patch up holes in his inn, and build a small brewery, but fixing this mess was a bit beyond what he could manage. Bridges were... complicated. And apparently destructible, he'd recently learned.
"Don't suppose you got a bridge in that pack of yours," he mumbled in Soriano's direction, giving his tri-horned head a shake to clear off both snow and frustration.
He could almost sense people getting into the kegs at his inn. Sense it in his whiskers.
"Okay. We got two problems. One- there's a big ol' heap of rocks blocking the way home. Two- there's a bunch of twats who ran the wrong damn way when the bridge started a'shaking, and now they're stuck. The first problem seems easier to solve. Anybody here good at moving rocks?" he asked as he eyed the larger horses in the group. "I'm better at getting squished by them than moving 'em, but I'll give 'er a go if need be."
Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to all involved, the rocks concealed a precarious situation.-------------------------------------------
Bjorn - War-Forged Merchant
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Post by dayzea on Aug 7, 2016 18:02:04 GMT -6
"Bloody gods!" This was the last thing the black haired Weather Witch needed, especially with her already throbbing headache. How much worse could things get? Sure, avalanches happened here and there, and in every case they could be deadly, but what were the odds of it happening right at her feet?
The Weather Witch picked herself up, and shot a glare at the unicorn merchant. Not that it was his fault, but how do you expect one to react after nearly being crushed to death. "Well, I've certainly had better days," the mare scowled. With a quick toss of her hair, tiny pebbles launched themselves onto the stone path around her. She ruffled her black feline pelt collar as if it were going to fix the situation that just unfolded in front of her lavender eyes. She turned her head toward the brown stallion and gave him a nod. "That's rather kind; thank you," Zireael uttered, giving him a weak little smile. Though it didn't seem anyone was badly injured, she wanted him to know that his generous act was appreciated. "I'm not quite the strong type," she called to the inkeeper with a playful chuckle as she moved toward the rubble to inspect it more closely, peering above it. "Folks over there seem to have gotten it worse, mind you, and no matter how foolish it may have been they may not have made it otherwise," the mare stated with a cool tone. "I hope everyone's alright," Zireael told herself, not sure whether the citizens across the abyss could hear her or not. "Dammit... how are we going to fix this?" Was there even a way?
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Aug 8, 2016 17:09:19 GMT -6
Uther|Raider
Edited.
It started out to be a normal day before a series of unfortunate events unfolded within just a few seconds. The Raider stumbled at the force of the unexpected avalanche, obviously the cause of all this misfortune. Catching onto a rock during his stumble Uther fell and landed on some rough rocks causing a few cuts here and there nothing he isn't routinely used to, 'Ah shit.. Oh well' He silently said to himself.
Uther shook himself off before walking towards the group that had come together in midst of the event, He then looked towards the scarred unknown chocolate stallion as he began to speak, "Thank you sir for offering your supplies, I can help anyone severely injured." He said turning to the merchant stallion then looking around at the old and new faces. "Ah.. Bjorn, Liam, and yes Marshal.. my fellow Raider." He then nodded in good will before smirking saying "Anyone else already hating this goddamn day?" Glaring over at the remainder of the bridge that once hung there. Looking at Bjorn as he finished speaking "I can also assist with the rocks and other heavy lifting or moving" He offered standing tall and a little smug.
"My name is Uther by the way." He said with a dash of a smile. There was no sense in making matters worse with his own dastardly rude self. 'Restrain yourself Raider.' he thought to himself, then Uther saw the horses stuck on the other side by the pile of rocks and debris that was blocking the way. "We should figure out a way to communicate with them, Too bad we didn't have a pretty bird *Pegasus* to fly over there." He chuckled. "Anyone got any ideas?"
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Post by DaretoDream0 on Aug 10, 2016 23:33:24 GMT -6
Soriano | Traveling Merchant
Soriano looked over his shoulder as the others conversed. He sighed, hanging his head a bit before going back over to the group. The orange eyed stallion narrowed his eyes, trying his best to see if he could find out who was over there.
"I wish I'd left at the same time Lord Hira did," he said with a sigh. He shook himself out, a small cloud of dust and some pebbles scattering from his long mane. He looked over to Ulther and then back to Bjorn.
"The name is Soriano, and I can help with some of the rocks, but it might not be the wisest choice to do it ourselves," he said, turning to look at the pile of rocks.
The scarred stallion looked to Zireal.
"They've got scouts and a Raider or two over there," he said. "They'll be fine." I hope at least. The chocolate stallion put his forehead to the wall of rocks. He was tempted to bang his head against it a few times, but that would most likely not give the result he wanted. "I hope this doesn't mess up my route too much," he mumbled to himself, looking back to the mis-match group.
Bjorn, an innkeeper. Ulter, a raider. Clarke, a scout with Dad. I believe the other stalion to be a raider, but no way to be sure without asking. No clue where to begin with the big attitude black maned mare though. He thought, looking over each horse in the group. The stallion huffed another sigh, this was not going to be a good start to the summer.
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Post by hey-stardust on Aug 11, 2016 21:57:48 GMT -6
Clarke | War Forged | Scout:
You don't know what you've got until you've lost it all,
might I suggest you find a softer place to fall.
With one ear cocked backwards, Clarke listened in casually to the sour conversation that was going on behind her, and couldn't help but wish she hadn't crossed the bridge... Perhaps those on the other side were somewhat more practical about the predicament they were in, for her group hadn’t even started to try and shift the rubble from the path and yet, were already complaining and sulking about it like a bunch of bratty children.
Honestly, go live in Aodh if you can’t handle a natural disaster every now and then. She sighed loudly at the thought, and called out across the chasm to Fox and the others, perhaps they could send over Soriano’s minimal supplies somehow, if nothing else.
“You guys okay over there? Could use a drop of booze if you have any to spare.”
The last comment was meant to come off as sarcastic, though one rarely says anything that doesn’t have some truth to it. She really could use a drink or two to become somewhat more oblivious as to how dire their situation currently looked, as could her party, if only to loosen up a little. Word Count: 195 | Post: #2
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Post by dayzea on Aug 12, 2016 6:58:28 GMT -6
Perhaps someone on her side had a blessing adequate to budge this rubble. Certainly, she thought, if they were to loosen it themselves, the boulders near the top could fall and do more damage than had already been done. She was growing more sour as the minutes passed where no one did anything at all.
She turned her head backward, mane flying with the sharp motion, and shot the mule mare a questioning look. She saw the humour in it, but she wasn't about to give her the credit. The unfamiliar mare had seemed sour for the entire duration of their time spent among each other. "Perhaps a drink would be a nice idea," the Weather Witch said as she turned back. "Though more-so in celebration after we free ourselves."
Slowly, she began climbing upon the rocks, hoping she could reach the top, or at least get close enough that she could shove off the boulders on top and into the abyss below. But they were just too damned heavy, and wouldn't even budge. So the silver mare climbed back down and approached her group, willing to assist anyone willing to move the rocks.
"I fear it'd be too dangerous," Zireael admitted with a shake of her head to Bjorn. She turned to the rest of the group. "That is, unless we all pitch a hand and help each other. Perhaps, if someone has any rope, we can reinforce ourselves and climb up." She paused and walked toward the boulder wall blocking their path, so she could demonstrate what her plan was: "We need to remove the rocks from top to bottom, otherwise, it'll all tumble down right back on us. Regardless, we need to get ourselves back into town and find some aid, especially for the folks on the other side."
The idea didn't sound like a fun one, the Witch could admit, but it was their only hope.
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Post by annowre on Aug 12, 2016 8:29:54 GMT -6
Liam | Scout
These people sure didn't have a sense of humor. Sure, this situation might not call for a jovial attitude, but it sure would make things easier. The group began discussing what they could do to move the rocks blocking their path. The scout turned and stared at the rubble, thinking. If he was more adept at using his blessing, he could probably scale the avalanche no problem. Unfortunately, he didn't have the best control over it. Liam was about to say something, when the mule scout shouted across the canyon. The stallion jumped from the shock of the noise and looked around at the snow around them.
"Maybe we shouldn't shout across the gorge that just decided to collapse in on itself?" he said and grinned nervously. The mountain was certainly still unstable. Even so, if they wanted to get out of this situation, they should probably get into contact with the other group. Liam walked to the edge and looked across, analyzing the horses on the other side. When he saw a pair of leathery wings he smiled and turned back to the group. "They've got a pegasus. If she's uninjured she can easily go get help." But even if she did, it was unlikely help would be able to reach them before dark. They'd have to think of a way to manage until morning. And if she was injured, they'd have to find a way out of this mess themselves.
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Post by Flarism on Aug 12, 2016 14:22:31 GMT -6
"Oi, I'll serve a round for all involved if we get home before morning. Until then, stifle the talk of drinkin'. I think the witch has the right idea about rope, not quite as much about climbing. If we can get a rope around one of the lower rocks, we can pull it out from a distance, perhaps get the whole pile to tumble into the gorge. Without crushing us, that is."
The merchant gave his coat a shake, annoyed by the chill in the spring air. He could've been home in front of the inn's fire, but nooooooo, he just had to exercise before dark. It certainly cast a shadow on that concept. Fuck exercise, it gets you stuck on a mountainside.
"As for the folks on the other side, there ain't much we can do for 'em right now. Unless any of you can fly. I'm guessing by the utter lack of feathers in this crowd that the answer is no, but I've been wrong before. They certainly got a bird though. Puts 'em in a better spot than us in some respects."
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Bjorn - War-Forged Merchant
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Post by thepaisley on Aug 13, 2016 9:36:05 GMT -6
Kell | Scout
With a rush of air and a click of hooves on rock, Kell landed on the cliff. She tucked her wings tightly against her back, and glanced around.
"Hope everyone's havin' the time o' their lives, 'cause I for one sure am. We're having a fucking party over there." She made a face. "That aside, we're mostly unharmed. Couple scrapes and scratches, a few sore ankles, but nothing that won't heal." She suddenly realized that she had never caught the names of everyone in her group, and felt a twinge of shame.
"We're gonna try 'n get over here by climbing. Ain't the best idea, I know, but it's better than sittin' and freezing our asses off on the cliff face.". She gave them a glare, daring anyone to contradict her. "So. Everyone in one piece here? If you got any better ideas on how we can back to Skeldr Town, I'm all ears."
Thy were a motley group as well, she noticed. There was a short stallion that she might have seen before (alcohol? That was what she associated him with), the grey mare who had called for booze, another scout or two, and a few faces she didn't recall seeing before. Well, she supposed, they were all gonna know each other real well by the end of this.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Aug 13, 2016 19:59:27 GMT -6
Marshal | RaiderMarshal nodded to Uther acknowledging the young raider, the other horses he wasn't familiar with, even the inn keeper. The older grey-black stallion let out a tired sigh. "With all the respect in the world. Your voice 'll cause another damn avalanche." He said following the mule scout's apparent need for alcohol.
He watched the weather witch move about the blockage of boulders. There was no way he was climbing those with or without a reason.
"The only problem I see with pulling a bottom rock is some bear more weight than others. One could get pulled and nothing will move. You have to find the keystone of the pile." Marshal stopped himself mid-thought. Gods he's been on this job for too long. He had learned a lot of little factoids about many things in the area, including the science behind arches and otherwise precarious piles. The old raider never thought those previously useless bits of knowledge could ever be put to use without sounding like an ass.
He heard flapping from somewhere out of his eye sight. Some big ass bird was landing. His brown eyes landed on Kell, the bat winged scout from the other stranded group. With these new challenging points made, Marshal dared eye contact with the scout. "Where and how exactly are you climbing. It doesn't seem too safe to trudge down there, unless however they're all a bunch of mountain goats and the tiny scratches on my head went deeper than I thought." He spoke while walking to the pegasus, now threatening to end up in her face if it weren't for the cliff edge staring from behind her. "Now, with all due respect. What's your name and who have you got over there?"
A thought invaded from left field. Gosh fuck, kids sure swear a lot.
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Post by dayzea on Aug 14, 2016 9:54:53 GMT -6
The Witch was never one for the greatest of ideas, and that was a fact she could admit. She only paid the mind to contribute when the situations were as dire as this. Hence why she was a Weather Witch. Although, she really thought it wasn't that terrible; she was used to climbing on harsh terrain. Yet still, the innkeeper's idea seemed to prove just as complicated. Clearly, the largest, and therefore the heaviest of the rocks were the ones lodged at the bottom. "That ought to be quite the task, my good man," she turned to face the unicorn stallion. "Unless, we all pull together. Seven War Forged to get one rock to move." At the last word, she felt a gust of wind upon her back. She looked to the source to find the bat-winged scout making her landing on their side of the bridge. Dark ears swiveled forward to hear her out.
"We're gonna try 'n get over here by climbing."
The Warlander's eyes widened. Climb? Were they mad? She looked toward the band of horses on the opposite side of the chasm, and they were already making their descent. Lavender orbs scanned the group, and they fell upon two of the groups larger candidates, the bay roan raider and the pink-horned herder, who appeared to be limping. How were they going to make it? Zireael was among their type: big boned and heavy, and certainly not a nimble mountain goat. One wrong step and they'd be with the bridge at the bottom of the abyss.
The raven-haired Witch narrowed her eyes and her pinned her ears flat in disbelief. Though she didn't agree with the idea, she understood that perhaps it was their only hope. To herself, she mumbled: "Kaia, please hear me... guide them across your Earth with ease..." silently, she could only hope the Earth mother would hear her subtle prayer.
The witch looked back up at the winged scout, and spoke now so she could be heard. "Well, our only hope of getting back is past that rubble. We're to pull the boulders out from under each other, I believe, to somewhat clear the path so we can, at the very least, head to Skeldr town and get some more help to clear it properly. And repair the damned bridge."
It made her cringe. The sun was getting low now, and temperatures dropped like mad when it got dark. Zireael lived at the top of the mountain, so she was used to the sub-zero temperatures, but not everyone was as accustomed to it as she were, and as the minutes passed, she only grew more nervous. And it was so unlike her.
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Aug 14, 2016 13:32:02 GMT -6
Uther|Raider
He didn't know how so many people can come up with stupid answers and decisions in just one day, Between the loud but cute mule mare and the idiots trying to start a trek over the cliffside. "Does anyone else other than a couple of us have just a smidge of common sense?.." He sighed, calming himself. "Raven mane is right, We will celebrate when we make it out ALIVE." He stressed. Uther then made his way over to the pile of debris blocking their way to Skeldr, He paced it thinking out every detail trying to decipher how we can take it down. 'Ugh.. Not that one' *mumble* 'That one would kill us all' He burred and stepped back to see things bigger when he pulled out a pen and notebook before jotting down all the possibilities.
Soon after his ears perked and tuned into the sound of wings and the clopping of hooves "A Pegasi.." Uther then turned around and greeted the mare before she started to speak, Once she was done the other equines spoke he quietly cleared his throat before speaking. "My name is Uther, I'm one of Hira's Raiders." He chuckled and looked over to Marshal "Along with that kick-ass old stallion there" Uther then looked over at their group and looked directly at the mare with a spark in his eye "Do you have any more Raiders with you?"
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Post by DaretoDream0 on Aug 14, 2016 21:38:21 GMT -6
Soriano | Traveling Merchant
Soriano grinned a bit at Clarke's call of booze. He flicked an ear back to them before getting up and throwing his pack back on his back. He approached the edge of the gap carefully.
"I hope they all make it okay," he muttered a bit, looking to the reg tag group, both making the descent and on their side. The stallion turned his orange eyes to the leather winged mare as she landed. He went over to her. The scarred stallion titled his head just a bit. He felt like he recognized the mare, most likely a scout.
"The name is Soriano for me," he said, waiting for the mare to finish up talking of the plan. He glanced back over to them as they made their way down. "How's the colt in your group?" He asked, his orange eyes going back to the grey mare. "He's a friend of mine, and a fine herder." Soriano didn't care if he looked like he was over protectiv of the fluffy colt, but he was worried for him. It had been a while since they had met, but the chocolate stallion had taken a great liking to the little unicorn.
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Post by hey-stardust on Aug 17, 2016 8:34:14 GMT -6
Clarke | War Forged | Scout:
You don't know what you've got until you've lost it all,
might I suggest you find a softer place to fall.
Oh sweet Kaia… If avalanches were cause by yelling alone, the majority of Skelder Town should have long ago been buried by its inhabitants rowdy brawls.
Clarke inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for a split second, and then turned her head to look back and raise a dismissive eyebrow at the colts that had tried to quieten her. They had no issue with the weather witch climbing up a feasibly unstable rockfall, but apparently asking after others well-being was a ludicrous concept to behold. As it turned out, the only damage she had managed to cause was to jangle a few nerves, and actually receive a response to her query. The ‘bird’ Bjorn mentioned had been the one to call back, albeit with disappointing news, it seemed none of them had been prepared for anything more than a day trip at best. Still, she couldn’t help but smirk and chuckle at the reply, at least some still had a sense of humour amongst the Forged…
Almost as soon as she answered, the rose grey mare took flight; boasting not feathered but large, leathery wings that quite frankly looked like they would be cumbersome after only a few miles. They were a damn nice sight to behold however, and for a moment Clarke pondered how it must feel to be able to escape like that and be amongst the clouds in but a few short wing strokes. When the pegasus landed on their side of the rift, the mule dismissed her pipe dream swiftly and was quick to focus in on the other side plans to move forward.
She had her doubts as Marshal did about them being able to make it across safely, but it did seem as though their options were looking rather few and far between right now. Word Count: 301 | Post: #3
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Post by thepaisley on Aug 19, 2016 21:04:15 GMT -6
Kell | Scout
Kell gave a shrug. "Dunno 'bout the route, really," she replied to the grey stallion. "I left before they started climbing. Whichever way's the easiest, I s'ppose?" She craned her neck to peer into the chasm below them. "Not that there seem to be any easy ways down." She wrinkled her nose, glad for the thousandth time in her life that she had been born with wings.
"Uther, nice t' meetcha," she stated in response to a truly gigantic dark unicorn stallion. "Raiders? Yeah, we got one. Muiris. Almost as big and dark as you. Know 'im?" She wasn't sure how the whole raider-thing worked yet; was it some sort of cult thing where they all knew each other really well, or was it a less intimate thing where thy sorta all knew each other...? Maybe they didn't even know everyone; there were a lot of raiders, after all. She'd become acquainted with a fair few over her career as a scout, but by no means did she know everyone. Yet.
The kid, the kid... "Ah, the fluffy unicorn kid? Dog? He's seen better days, but he'll be fine eventually. Something with a leg, I think, but he was still walkin' around. Tough kid, though I s'ppose they all are." No War-Forged foal could be a weakling and survive, so that was proof enough.
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Post by Flarism on Aug 21, 2016 19:53:22 GMT -6
"Oh yay, the bird is here. Er.. bat," Bjorn grunted, his rump dropping to the ground with a soft thud as he sat. They certainly didn't seem to be going anywhere, after all. It was looking like getting home before the sun set was a pipe dream. "Hey, bat, instead of paying us a visit, maybe you can fetch some help. I reckon you're the only one here who can. Unless you got any bright ideas about how to set us loose."
The innkeeper was very quickly remembering why he hated leaving his bar. So many people talking, butting heads for power. War-Forged was all about the pissing contests, after all. He just wanted to get back to his booze. It was far easier to listen to some teary-eyed colt fresh off a break-up than it was to listen to raiders and scouts barking about.
He didn't comment on the idea of the other group trying to climb the gap. Evolution tended to weed out the stupid, after all, and that's all the plan was. Besides, he had no idea how to help them. If anyone had any useful blessings, they hadn't mentioned them, and his magical skill was non-existant.
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Bjorn - War-Forged Merchant
Post #4 - 200 Words
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Post by Jennycallie on Sept 20, 2016 0:56:23 GMT -6
 Checkpoint: Well, while you stood around complaining, the other stranded group attempted a different approach... and caused an avalanche, pulling several of their number down along with it! Although the mountain shudders and groans, your foothold remains secure- but, as if Kaia herself carved it, several boulders have fallen and piled up in the narrow chasm, making a crude, dangerous, but just maybe traversable path, down to where some of the injured horses are. Do you help them, or stay far away from those rabble-rousers? If you choose to help, join WF plot 203! |
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Post by tarriedsea on Sept 20, 2016 7:53:25 GMT -6
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Post by hey-stardust on Sept 20, 2016 10:23:24 GMT -6
Mary's map guide if you are joining Plot 203. :')
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