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Post by Queerly on Dec 16, 2016 15:07:15 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 304: Mayhem!Plot Journal | Chapter III Journal | Plot Music
Team Leader: Mateo Participants: Einar, Asalah, Liri, Ethereal, Hancock, Nova, Lorencio Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: You have booked passage on an Eithnian ship destined for Onea, and so far, the journey has been an easy one. The sea is calm and the weather is clear. Two days from now, you will dock in Sunken Hoof Bay, where you will be able to trade your wares for a marked up price, or- in Ambassador Mateo’s case- continue to Skeldr Town, where the War Lord has summoned you home. Time of Day: Night and it's Foggy As Fuck |
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 16, 2016 21:21:33 GMT -6
M A T E O☼War-Forged Ambassador☼ Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once. "Oh, Mateo! You should take a ship back to Onea, it’s such a fine way to travel when the sea is right, you’ll love it!"
Those words, that astoundingly terrible piece of advice she’d been given and subsequently taken from a citizen of Valore, swirled around her mind just as the ship seemed to do. Never one for travel by sea, the War Forged Ambassador very much preferred to travel by land when it came to coming home, but the urgency with which she had been summoned and the addition of her young son meant that for haste’s sake she had booked passage to Onea on a ship... Wonderful. Even with the relatively calm sailing, Mateo was very keenly aware of the ship’s sway and could be found pacing the galley of the ship regularly, the voluntary motion doing some to ease her stomach and the restlessness that had grown in her legs.
It was rather late, the sun had sunk beneath the waves and the stars could be seen in all their glory, but the Ambassador had yet to go to sleep, she had yet to find her son either, but she was sure that Santi was keeping an eye on him and would bring him down for sleep soon. Her mind was reeling with questions, why had Hira called her back already? It seemed as though the two had just conversed not too long ago, but then, time really had slipped away from Matty who occupied much of it with Loren’s wellbeing. At least it finally gave Loren a chance to see their home.
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Post by firebirdfalling on Dec 16, 2016 22:01:53 GMT -6
Liri
Merchant
Liri looked out to the sea, taking in a deep breath of salty air. It was almost too salty for her tastes. Be glad your not swimming, She thought, shielding her eyes from a small gust of wind. Liri was soaking up her time in the sun while it was still above these waters. She had spent too much time already below deck throwing up all her meals from the week before.
Of course, Einar got a kick out of it, laughing his head off the whole time. Freaking stinker had an iron stomach. In between boughts of sickness, she distinctly remember threatening to push him overboard the next time he wasn't paying attention. That shut him up for a few minutes. Until she got sick again that is.
Liri was down below deck for most of the past day and a half and she wasn't going to let this glorious sunshine go to waste. Not when she had felt like crap earlier. I'm gonna have to make due on that threat sometime soon. Maybe when we get to port, I'll 'accidentally' nudge him off the ramp. See how he likes Onean waters. That made her chuckle just a bit to herself. Great way to make an impression for the locals.
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Admin Note: It's night time and foggy <3 Jsyk!! (You can erase this note when editted)
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 16, 2016 22:31:25 GMT -6
Hancock wasn't an errand boy! He had told Octavia that over and over again when she had given him this fricken job, stating the fact that he hated the dumb ocean and that he didn't want to go all the way out to cold as fuck Onea... but after certain...persuasion...here he was, stuck on a boat and glumly looking out at the inky darkness that surronded the boat. Glancing up, Hancock stared at the stars for what felt like an hour but wasn't really all that long. He never really took the time to look up at the sky when he was home in Valore...he was always cooped up inside the pearl or his small apartment, looking up at the ceiling or staring off into the faces of painted horses as he lounged around the front foyer of the pearl. The stupid paintings had always given him the willies "Dumb stupid old ass horses...I'm sure you'd love to know that your beautiful face is hanging in a brothel" he said with a huff, rolling his eyes. Letting out a deep, yet very dramatic sigh, Hancock lifted his head up from where he had been resting it on the bannister of the ship, looking around at his surroundings. He suppressed a snicker when he saw a familiar Aodhian merchant step out into the cool night air, clearly taking deep breaths and trying to calm a queasy stomach. One thing Hancock could say was useful after years of Alcohol and Drug consumption was his iron stomach. Very little could make him toss his cookies, though he had had some run-ins at various noble parties with expensive yet extremely disgusting stinky cheese that had made him green in the gills.
Half smirking, Hancock began to make his way to the bow of the ship, looking down at the floor as he thought about Octavia's note. "I'm sending you to guard the opium shipment to Onea's Sunken Hoof Bay. Nova will be accompanying you to make sure you don't fuck this up." How little faith did she have in him?? I mean, he had done well at keepin the courtesan's protected and keeping the riff-raff out of the pearl hadn't he? but...aw man, how he wished he was back at the pearl right about now, cooped up in one of the back rooms and taking a long drag of- "Goddamn Octavia why'd you have to send me off with a shitton of opium in the middle of the ocean??!" he whispered to himself, really questioning her logic the longer he thought about it. He guessed that's why she had sent Nova along too, the mare could be real feisty when she wanted to be!
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Dec 17, 2016 5:50:22 GMT -6
(There's going to be profanity...)
Nova.
What. The. Actual. Fuck. Out of all the competent courtesans, Octavia decided that Nova was to go?! Sure, she thought she liked adventure, but turns out that was just adventures to the other end of town to source new customers for The Pearl and sure Nova loved a good buzz as much as the next guy - well that guy was Hancock, so that worked out - but she decided she'd stick to narcotics and alcohol over the never-ending rolling of the dirty sea, not that she could see the sea! She could barely see her perfect muzzle in this fog. From what Nova had gathered from Valorian gossip, Oneans were old butts and the least likely buyers of opium, so who the frick wanted it? At least she had snuck her trusty goat, Charlie, onboard. Something about his bleating soothed her plus she was sure Octavia would be pissed if Charlie was left behind to destroy workplace...
Nova decided to put all chilly, rocking thoughts aside and focused her attention on something she could handle, bagging others. She battered her eyelids as she turned to Hancock, "So big boy, what'd you do for dear, Miss Octavia to throw you on a boat headed towards the snowy mountains?" She cooed to the dark stallion. The bodyguard was certainly handsome, thick as an Aodhian brick, but handsome, as well as sadly off limits. The workers weren't to touch Octavia's belongings, mostly. there were exceptions.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Dec 17, 2016 9:44:56 GMT -6
Asalah
The mare lifted her head up and took in a deep whiff of ocean air, her eyes closed as she thought about the familiar smell of the ocean. If it wasn't for the fog, she would have felt much more comfortable booking passage on a ship heading off to Onea.
Onea. The image of Hira passing her and the other horses by to see the Kirin child born to Lilith burned in the mare's mind as bright as dragon fire. What had possessed her to come out to sell any of her wares to the notoriously simplistic War Forged horses, she'd never know. She remembered Airita and Evelynn's reactions when she had mentioned she was heading out to another country. Needless to say, neither of them had been okay with her leaving. With what had happened when Evalynn had gone to Briem, and the attack on the crucible...
The commoner shifted. Going to a new place was going to do her some good. She had to remember that this trip was meant to do her some good. Being back on the ocean had already put her at some ease, but that didn't by any means mean that she felt good about the conditions of her trip.
She opened her eyes, taking note of the other horses around her. She recognized a few of them, but that didn't exactly put her at ease. She huffed, turning to look back into the fog, her eyes straining to see past the impenetrable barrier of white.
What have I gotten myself into?
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Post by distantfantasies on Dec 17, 2016 15:41:11 GMT -6
Artisan
Her father had been less than pleased at the idea of his daughter leaving for the likes of Onea, even for a short time. She was too young, too innocent...too weak to hold her own. And that was precisely why she had to go. Her impulsive buy of passage had been to prove herself strong and capable, and it did not hurt at all to make a little coin on the side either. It had taken her forever to pack things, especially the wares to sell. What did the War Forged her even like, she wondered? She had looked over her stock, thinking that the shiny and flashy baubles that were typically her best sellers didn't seem the type for such battle warriors. In her mind's eye, she couldn't see a raider wearing her delicate chains. No, she would have to think of something else. They would want thick and sturdy straps, perhaps with some ornamentation but nothing like what she sold. She worried if this had been such a good idea after all, thinking of all the extra work that she would now have to do.
Luckily, the lack of ornamentation and complexity turned out to work in her favor as she had quite a few bridles and other straps ready to go in the days leading to the voyage. When the mare had boarded the ship with her wares, she had felt more confident than ever, watching her father's worried scowl disappear from sight. She would prove to him that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. She hoped. Undeterred, Ethereal turned away from the ship's side to take it all in. She had never been on a ship before, thus walking was an interesting challenge in itself and she had an uneasy feeling in her belly that she tried to brush off as just nerves. Her bright gaze passed over several faces, none of whom that she could say that she knew, but that would hardly keep her from striking up a conversation.
Ethereal chose her target and began a stiff walk towards a dark draft looking mare who was looking out in the fog. Ethereal's smile came naturally to her, as she attempted to break the ice. "Hello." She said brightly, the breeze ruffling her forelock and the flowers holding it out of her eyes. "I'm Ethereal, it's nice to meet you. Are you going to Onea as well?" She wasn't sure of this ship's intention past the Onean shores, or if perhaps the other members of this voyage had other places to be going.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Dec 19, 2016 12:49:33 GMT -6
Lorencio laughed as a cool breeze blew spray into his face. He couldn’t see much past the railing he stood next to, but he was on a ship, and that was more than enough to be excited about. Besides, all the foggy air made things seem spooky and fun.
There were a few horses on deck besides him, but they were all strangers and he didn’t want to bother them; not right now at any rate. The tall stallion and pretty mare were talking to each other a few yards away, but the thick air seemed to make everything more quiet and he couldn’t hear what they were saying. Down the rail a ways were a dark draft mare and a spotted mare. Like his mother, most of them seemed to be having trouble with the motion of the ship. He liked it. It was like being in a giant hammock, rocking slowly back and forth.
Beside him, pink nose sniffing the air, stood Scorch. She liked the ship too. There were rats on board, and she’d spent most of today chasing them down in the galley and even, once, in the hold, scampering through the crates and boxes stored down below. They’d gotten in trouble for that. Or, well, not for being in the hold exactly, but for almost breaking a box. And knocking a stack of them over. Lorencio felt pretty guilty, especially since his mom wasn’t having a great time on the ship in the first place, so he’d decided to stay quiet and keep out of her way for the rest of the trip.
The trip. This had to be the most exciting trip he’d ever taken, even more exciting than the ones he’d taken with Uncle Mui. He was going to his mom’s home, a place of myth and legend and-
More spray, lots more, hit him in the face and he blinked, loosing his train of thought. Scorch shook herself, drops of water going all over, and Lorencio imitated her with another happy laugh. They were going to the place Uncle Mui lived, the place his mom said was home. This was definitely the best trip he’d ever taken.
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Post by Queerly on Dec 20, 2016 7:43:28 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 8:34:41 GMT -6
vidar but don't you understand?
the hunger makes the man As Lorencio stood by the railing to enjoy the ocean spray, his eyes on the fog, the darkness began to move. The rhythmic pounding of the waves against the hull of the small merchant vessel was interrupted by a persistent, unaffected rush of water.
Before he could even make out the shape of the ship, towering over his head, a toothed prow like a sawblade emerged from the murk. It plowed into the Aodh ship's upper deck, huge serrated edges reducing a section of railing into an explosion of splinters just feet from Lorencio. The sound of the collision was solid and huge. The Aodhian vessel tipped almost to capsizing, only kept upright by the toothy jaws of the Trespasser.
All at once the merchant boat felt less like a solid vehicle, and very much like a thin shell, barely separating its passengers from leagues of void.
The tattooed captain of the Trespasser stood with his front legs propped up on the bow of his ship, braced so the impact barely shook him. Lorencio was only feet from his red eyes as he swept a cursory glance over the merchant boat, and then jumped to stand fully on the prow. The two ships, locked together now, rotated freely in the waves.
The captain's accent was hard, pronged with the vicious consonants of the far North: "Anchor!" Addressing his own crew, routine, businesslike. It was as if Lorencio and the rest of the passengers weren't even there.
A curved blade --ornate and gold in color, a keen eye would notice, uncommon in the iron-and-stone Onea-- brandished over his head signaled the charge. He leaped down from the Trespasser, his hooves sliding for purchase on the wet and tilted deck of the Aodhian ship.
An army followed.
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 20, 2016 10:11:31 GMT -6
Cloaked in her matching pin-striped
Arsenal of next month's nows
Having spent the last miniature of eternity stuck on a ship with her fellows, she'd made a study of the silent Vladimir. With the eagerness of a new game edging her on, she watched him even more closely for a response. She noticed the moment she lost his attention a spare second after it happened. Her eagerness was eaten by a new hunger as true excitement raced up her face to slice it into a smile as Vidar made his announcement. In bare breaths, weapons were snatched from hiding places all along the crew. Even when carousing, they were always cautiously optimistic for an opportunity such as this. Alcippe raced for the edge, leaning into the bulwark for balance as the prow bit into the other ship. Her smile widened as she caught Vidalia's glance, baring her own teeth in a grin that sharpened into a straight snarl. With an experience born of determined practice, she cleared the side of the ship, hurtling down to the slick decks below. Alcippe slid across it in a skid, waiting for momentum to stop before she changed direction. Once she felt enough purchase, she pushed from the deck to launch herself at the nearest fog-shrouded figure. Alcippe - Bloody Flanks - Raider
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Dec 20, 2016 12:44:24 GMT -6
Asalah: Aodh CommonerCurrently fighting: Nobody
"I'm Asalah, and yes--" The mare began as suddenly the boat lurched awkwardly, the sound of crunching wood as two ships collided cutting the mare off before she could say anymore. A shrill shriek escaped her mouth as she found the ship she was on nearly capsizing, forcing the mare to take more than just a few steps towards the now dangerously close sea.
The mare's heart sunk as she suddenly realized that there were horses jumping off of the other ship onto her own, and of course her sister's gift was sitting below deck with all of her other armor pieces. She closed her eyes for a moment before she pulled herself back to the present, trying her hardest to keep from falling into the waters below. If only she had listened to Evelynn and stayed home! She wanted to yell at herself for making yet another terrible decision, but decided against it. Instead, she braced herself and decided that the only way to get through this was to either fight, or bow in submission.
Ev would kill her if she decided to go for the latter... and the last thing Asalah wanted was for her sister to come causing a riot in War Forged territory. She casually turned towards the horse that had just introduced themselves as she tried to hide the pure panic that was now surging through her. Who were these horses? What were they planning on doing? She was pretty sure this wasn't a pleasant welcome, but that didn't mean much. Quietly, she leaned forward. "This doesn't bode well." She whispered as a horse crashed beside her. The mare held back another high pitched squeal, nearly having a heart attack as she thought about what would happen if the other horses on this new vessel started a fight.
Her thoughts turned back to the sword below. She should have kept it with her! She should have been smarter...
Unfortunately, it seemed a bit too late for smarts.
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(OOC: I FREAKING KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN. R.I.P. Asalah man. I'm completely positive that she's just going to become a shut in and never partake in any chapters ever again. First the crucible, then the baby BBQ, now this? If she doesn't die of a heart attack I'll be shocked.)
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Dec 20, 2016 15:14:47 GMT -6
Rune- Bloody Flanks - Raider Hearing Vidar's orders, Rune was off and running, her hooves barely keeping traction on the wooden floorboards of the ship as she went to retrieve her own weapon. Seeing this was no doubt going to be more of a close combat situation, Rune snatched the dagger her father gifted her from her supplies before bolting back towards the main deck to join the others. Close combat was not something Rune found herself so adapted too but what better way to get more familiar with her dagger then some really fighting? Adrenaline seemed to be rushing through the silver bay's veins as her telekinesis held the dagger by her side, giving the weapon a few practice swings just before her gaze locked on the unfortunate merchant the Trespasser came in contact with. A wicked grin reached her lips as her crimson gaze landed on the other ships's shrouded inhabitants just as Vidar's voice rang out once more. For the first time in her life, Rune didn't charge ahead of the others as for a briefly moment she found herself evaluating the ship before her hooves even had a chance to touch it. Any of these other equines looked to be fair game for Rune as she finally sprang forward to reach the other ship not moments after her Captain and fellow crew mates. This was to be her first true raid and with her hooves gathering under her from her landing on the slick wood, Rune was bound and determined to prove she was more then ready for this just as she lunged at her first target.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 20, 2016 16:35:11 GMT -6
Hancock couldn't help but grin as Nova sauntered her way over to him, turning to face her and flashing her his signature cocky grin. He laughed and flicked his ears forward "Beats me. No idea what's got her knickers in a knot, but eh...ain't the worst vacation ever. Never really been this far from Valore" he laughed again, and playfully nudged his shoulder against her "But hey, at least she sent me a beauty like you to make sure I don't smoke away our lovely little package" he winked, his laugh seeming to echo in the thick mist.
Opening his mouth to crack another joke, Hancock let out a shocked gasp as the ship violently lurched and the loud crack of wood splintering sounded in his ears, bits of the wooden railing flying every which way. It took all he had in him to make sure that he didn't tip over with the boat, his hooves scrambling to find purchase. Raising his head and catching his breath, he quickly looked to Nova. Octavia would murder him if anything happened to any of the courtesans, especially when she had told him specifically to watch over nova and made sure nothing happened to her. With his heart thudding in his ears, Hancock quickly helped Nova find purchase on the now tilted floor "You okay?" he asked quickly, licking his lips and glancing around. He could barely see anything, the thick mist quickly consuming the now marooned boat. Wiping his head around, Hancock looked for anyone else who had been standing on the deck, only to see a blurred figure suddenly come crashing towards him. Knocking Nova backwards, he tried his best to avoid the hooves that came crashing down, grunting as one made contact with his shoulder. Drawing his borrowed dagger, Hancock swung it towards the Palomino horse who finally stood solidly infront of him.
Pushing back his hair, Hancock let a small coy grin form on his lips, cocking a brow at the strong mare infront of him "Why'd you have to go and ruin my vactaion, huh?"
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 20, 2016 16:57:53 GMT -6
Faraji
Bloody Flanks Medic
“You could say that,” Faraji grinned at Alcippe, but it didn’t last long. The atmosphere changed almost instantly and she felt chills run up her spine at Vidar’s hard voice. Head swinging she saw the shape that loomed through the fog, feeling the energy shift with her crewmates as they all lunged into action.
After spending so long on board the merchant ship was a blessing to the restless Raiders. Faraji watched in awe as The Trespasser impaled the merchant ship as easily as slicing a knife through a piece of bread. She shared the excitement that buzzed through the rest of the crew but did not miss the questioning look from their Captain before he leaped down onto the other ship. What was she going to do? She couldn't stay on board, that was for sure. The Raiders weren't the only ones feeling the itch to get off the ship and just because she was a Medic, that didn't mean that she was entirely useless. Faraji was light on her feet and had spent her life in the harsh terrain of Onea. She was a different kind of tough. Grabbing the nearest weapon she could find - a short sword used for close combat, she bounded after her crew mates as one by one, they left the ship. Testing it's weight, she tucked the sword close along her body and leaped off, landing close to Rune as the mare lunged at the nearest Adohian.
Grinning ruefully, Faraji turned her attention to a speckled chestnut mare. She pulled out the sword and lunged at the mare.
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She's going for Liri~
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Post by songsofinfinity on Dec 20, 2016 21:30:51 GMT -6
The ship came from nowhere, materializing out of the fog like a ghost of ancient shipwrecks. It... rammed them. Lorencio fell back onto his behind as the giant hulk of a ship splintered the railing and deck just feet from where he stood. As he fell he let out a terrified noise somewhere between a scream and a shout. His fear and panic, already nearly enough to overwhelm him, shot to insane levels as a terrifying stallion appeared at the railing of the attacking ship. It was huge, and covered in brightly-colored tattoos. They were muted by the fog that swirled around him as if he was one of the murderous pirate captains Mui had told stories about. For a moment that stretched into eternity the horse stood there, looking at the deck of the merchant ship he'd rammed.
Everything was, for that one moment, strangely quiet.
Lorencio could hear the waves lapping below; he could hear the scuffling sound of paws as Scorch ran... somewhere? Where would she go? Then the pirate captain jumped forward and shouted a single word, his accent furiously harsh. "Anchor!" The moment was gone, shattered in a roar and the thunder of hard hooves on wet wood. The pirate pulled out a huge golden sword and leapt onto the deck, followed by a flood of horses with weapons. They poured onto the merchant ship like wine from a jug and Lorencio cowered, trying to hide himself against the wood of the ship that had rammed his. He felt damp fur next to him. Scorch cowered next to him, head hidden in his side. The sight of the little bundle of fur, so helpless, made him feel a little better. It certainly didn't stop him from trying to make himself invisible against the soaking wet wood of the pirate's ship, oh no, but it gave him one small spark of courage. He was pretty sure he was going to need it.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Dec 20, 2016 22:04:25 GMT -6
Nova
Just when she didn't think her day could get any worse... As the mysterious ship tore into their own Nova was thrown down, at the worst time, as she was being showered with compliments! Her ears were flat against her head as Hancock helped her ground herself, "Just dandy" she growled to him. Her heart was racing and she quickly took in his scent to give her a hint of home, she calmed herself somewhat leaning her muzzle on his shoulder to feel his strength where her's was lacking. After all discovering there was a dragon beneath The Pearl had taken its toll on Nova and she had been somewhat of a nervous wreck since and this ordeal was not helping one bit. "Thank you" Nova quietly told the tall stallion.
As she righted herself the thick fog continued to roll over the ship and Nova's eyes widened in dismay, Charlie. Where was that goat? She heard an anxious, muffled bleating and her ears flung about widely trying to source the sound. There. Far too close to the edge of the ship for her liking. She rushed to her scruffy familiar, nuzzling him all over. He didn't appear to be harmed or too bothered, just severely confused while chewing on... something, well what else was new.
A thud sounded behind her and Nova accidentally let a squeal slip as strange, ruthless looking horses jumped onto their unsuspecting ship. She pushed Charlie into the sleeping quarters and slipped his collar from around his neck, praying he would find something to eat to keep himself busy. She quickly found herself glaring at the dirty looking horses from behind Hancock. There was one thing Nova prided herself on and that was consent and these filthy things did not ask permission to come aboard this ship. Her father, being a chevalier, had always made sure his precious daughter knew how to handle herself and often she was using such defences on intoxicated clients. Her anger bubbled within her as she positioned the dagger she had taken from Charlie. Her fear rose to new heights as one of the strangers came charging towards them, she was almost thankful when Hancock pushed her out of the way, but she took her place just slightly behind him to back him up when he needed her.
Nova's job required her to be what was requested of her and today she was going to be fearless and a little bloodthirsty.
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 21, 2016 1:26:15 GMT -6
Vidalia | War Forged - Bloody Flanks | Raider:
We'll take the next chance, and the next,
until we win or our chances are spent.
Vidalia did not question the intent of the look Aclippe gave her in passing, she didn’t need to, nor did she think it wise. The mare had an allure to her that was reminiscent of the tales the mule had heard of sirens. They were beautiful, but deadly creatures, able to drive a crew into madness, and a ship to ruin with nothing but the sound of their voice…
She had always enjoyed those stories as it were, even as a child, and they would remain firm favourites long into adulthood.
Pressing herself against the side of the Trespasser as she bared down upon Vidar's target, Vidalia let herself be propelled by the two ships bitter embrace, and bounded over the the rails almost in tandem with the pale mare. Her upright hooves and light frame gave her slightly better purchase on the damp and aged deck in comparison to her associates, enabling the mule to compose herself in a matter of seconds. She raised her blade before her, flecks of gold telekinesis shimmering around it as her grip remained steady and resolute.
She flanked Aclippe diligently, neck arched so that her heavy head covered her throat, pressing through the fog and advancing forward with a hive mind in tow. Most aboard had reacted exactly as one would expect, dumbstruck with hearts in their mouths, struggling to make sense of the events currently unfolding right before their very eyes.
One had managed to keep his wits about him however, rising to the Bloody Flanks open challenge by yanking a dagger from its sheath and striking out at the roan with iron and small talk.
Sensing an opening, Vidalia offered the raider a opportunity to take advantage of the situation, utilising herself as the distraction. Short tail lashing against her hocks, she reared, diving forward and feinting with her own blade at Hancock’s shoulder; she spoke before the other mare could, goading him.
“Come now, where’s your sense of adventure?”
Helping to emphasise the last word, she jabbed the curved sword towards the chestnut's stomach, giving him two very clear options: move, or be gutted.
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Post by distantfantasies on Dec 21, 2016 8:14:51 GMT -6
Ethereal
Artisan | Engaging: No one It seemed, all of a sudden, that time were moving in slow motion. The painted mare was just beginning to coax Asalah in light conversation when the ship lurched, the sound of wood splintering deafening. Her footing lost with the sudden jerk, Ethereal crashed to the wooden floor and slid a few feet before catching herself. She struggled up on to her feet again, her father's coaching in her ear sharp and crisp. He might have loved and doted upon his daughter, but he had also seen to it that she had some sense about her. Catching her breath, Ethereal began to investigate, her eyes widening with horror at the sight of the raiders. She had heard stories, but she had thought them little more than tales meant to scare children.
"Ignacio save us." She found herself chanting under her breath, as she looked to Asalah. She had never been devoutly religious, but if there was a time for a god to step in...it certainly seemed to be now. Chaos seemed to break out across the ship, raiders and passengers engaging in skirmishes. Ethereal was practically useless in a fight, the little that she had learned from her Chevalier father meant to ward off an attacker until she could find help. However, it was very unlikely that anyone would be able to aid them here amidst the sea. Tossing her head, she took a step back to close ranks with Asalah.
"This is going to be...interesting." Ethereal muttered, her cheerful demeanor fleeing. Her ears flatted against her skull, her head lowering to appear more menacing. "I'm just about bloody useless in a fight, especially when there's nowhere to run." She admitted, her voice tight with the fear that threatened to choke her. Her father's voice was sharp in her head again. Just put your head down and hold on tight.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 22:15:09 GMT -6
vidar someone to believe in Vidar looked over the violence with a keen but casual eye, moving slowly as his crew rushed past him to disperse on the deck. The passengers on the Aodhian ship crumpled on the slanted floor and he eyed them with a calm that conveyed how unsurprising this mayhem was to him, how common.
The Trespasser's anchor pulled tight after several minutes, halting the slow spin of the latched ships. It was enough to draw the passenger ship close to upright, significantly leveling the terrain from its extreme angle. Commotion was beginning to blossom across the deck, but it hardly drew the captain's attention--his raiders could handle a scuffle, and besides, he was here for something more important. "Are there any slaves?" he asked Vladimir quietly when his enforcer joined him at his shoulder, silent as a shadow.
His gaze fell upon the child who had nearly met the Trespasser's teeth, cowering on the damp wood. "That's a good place for you, boy," his voice was hard but not particularly unkind. It became clear, as he walked past Lorencio to the open deck, that Vidar was not nearly so immense as he had seemed on the prow of his massive ship. The captain was slight in build, dwarfed by the majority of his crew, but still moved through the gathered horses like a shark through a reef.
He knew how this ended.
Worried voices found his ears over the sounds of hooves scrambling in combat. Vidar watched a scarred stallion push a mare behind him, lunging for the fight. He couldn't help but crack a smile; it was uncommon to see the foppish Aodhians show any fighting spirit.
As a second wave of his scouts followed the raiders onto the deck to search the boat, Vidar made eye contact with a gray mare who stood nearly stammering in the chaos. Looking Asalah in the face, he spoke loud enough for his voice to carry: "Stay quiet while we search, and your ship remains afloat!" He scanned around him once.
"Resist... And you will sink before the boat does." His blade gleamed. post 4 || 352 words |
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 21, 2016 22:25:47 GMT -6
Stumbling back from his swipe, Hancock's eyes widened as another horse followed after the light coloured mare. Rolling his black eyes and letting out another frustrated groan, he bared his teeth and stepped back again, glancing behind at Nova. She had managed to finally stand and right herself, and Hancock could see that she was literally seething with rage. Focusing his eyes back on the pair in front of them, he let a cocky grin slide "Maybe we could talk things over a nice smoke and a drink,eh?" he said sarcastically.
When his joke obviously didn't work, Hancock's eyes widened as the second mare reared forward and swung her sword directly at him. Jumping back, he knocked into Nova once more, silently reminding himself to get her something nice to say sorry once they were out of this mess...if they got out of this mess. Grunting, Hancock let out a quick swear as his ankle scratched roughly against a jagged piece of wood, blood quickly spilling onto the deck. Bearing his teeth, he raised his dagger again and swung at the mares, trying to create distance and get himself and Nova way from this mess. Slowly, he backed up, eyes narrowed at the two in front of him "You guys are really given a bad name to Onea, ya know. Don't think I'll ever be coming back here for a vacation again!" he spat, his tone lined with sarcasm and malice. Gods, how he wished he was back at The Pearl. Cocking his ears, he glanced quickly as he saw the tattooed stallion board, narrowing his eyes. He could barely hear his words over the thumping of his own heart, but knew that he was probably ordering for those to stand down; Like hell he would.
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Note| Feel free to beat up Hancock, just nothing fatal!
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Post by kajejackson on Dec 21, 2016 23:43:15 GMT -6
Einar||Aodh||Merchant||Post:1||Words:429||lil long winded, but lots happened.
Einar paced his cabin below deck, a book of War Forged history floating telekineticly front of him. He had been so excited for a chance to visit Onea, where his mother was born and raised, and where he had always dreamed of seeing. The thought of finally being so close froze his face in a grin and caused him to reread the same three words over and over. He should be above deck, ready to catch first sight of land, but Liri was there getting fresh-or at least, fresher- air and he couldn't bring himself to pester her again.
This whole trip, in between recalling various Oneaian facts to his speckled friend, and her upheaving her lunch anytime the boat jostled, he had been trying to lighten her spirits with playful jokes at her sickness. Something she didn't seem to fully appreciate. No matter though, his own laughter was all that was needed to fill the ship with humor.
The fjord tossed the well worn book onto his messy cot, convinced there was no way he could focus anymore energy tonight on the thing. He had already flipped through all the pictures, and now the words bored him. He started to consider turning in for the night, hastening tomorrow by cutting today short, when the wooden vessel lurched to the side. Einar was sent sparling cross the floor, without the slightest notion what had happened. He rose to his feet, sky blue eyes catching an image from his book as he moved. A pirate ship. Surely that couldn't have happened now, to them, but before the thought even formed Einar remembered the little baby Kirin he had seen three months ago. Nowdays, anything was possible.
With that thought sitting heavy in his stomach, Einar bolted out of his cabin and up the stairs to deck. As soon as his head peaked out from below he knew he was right. The stallion saw a wave of fierce equine spill over the edge of the ship from their own vessel. Weapons drawn and bloodlust in their eyes.
His first thought was of Liri, he had to protect her. (Even though, part of him knew she would most likely end up protecting him.) He scanned the sea of frightening faces for her flaxen hair or spotted flank, finally catching sight of her. With a paint mare lunging towards her. Time seemed to slow as the dun charged towards the attacker, covering the large deck as fast as he could while letting out the closest thing to a war cry he could muster. |
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Dec 22, 2016 13:15:49 GMT -6
Asalah | Aodh | Commoner
The threats from the captain immediately forced Asalah to a stop. She briefly took note that her newfound acquaintance was now closer to her as she recovered from the impact of the two ships. She was just about to respond when the captain's eyes caught her at once. She felt her stomach hit floor as their eyes met, his voice raising to speak to everyone on the ship. Relief flooded through her when his gaze lifted from her to see everybody else, her head lowering in an instant as she tried to remember everything she had learned over the years. She hadn't traveled all the way across this continent just to find death on a small trip to Onea to sell her wares.
Her wares. She nearly groaned as she recalled the fact that most of her items below were armor and weapons, as she had looked through many various shipping logs and history books to see what would sell best in the new country she was going to be staying in for a time. If only she had packed a few frillier items to hide her sister's armor and weapons under. What was she going to tell Ev when she got back home if she lost everything to raiders? Sure, she and her sisters weren't really starving or in major need of money due to Ev's position, but that didn't mean that those items weren't going to cost them. She winced, not wanting to revel too heavily in it, so instead she turned back to Ethereal.
"I'm not exactly useless, but I'm not exactly useful either." She admitted softly, keeping a careful eye on the horses around them. Her heart was still racing as she considered the possibility that she would be tossed into the ocean. "Ignacio help us indeed." She grumbled softly, wishing that she had been born a hippocampus instead of a horse for a brief moment before she continued. "Not that it matters. Cascade might be the wiser god to pray to." Her thoughts returned to the armor and swords, a frown appearing on her face. She really should have considered investing in a bodyguard. Post 3 | Word Count: 362
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Post by Queerly on Dec 23, 2016 14:01:01 GMT -6
With the Trespasser’s prow holding fast to its hostage, Vladimir abandoned the helm and came galloping. An artful skid saw him pitch a leg over her railing and pause, scrutinizing, before he cleared it. The Enforcer landed more lightly than his brutish frame would suggest possible, hooves sliding with the slope before purchase was won. Weight thrown into his haunches, sword drawn, Vladimir’s first order of business was to locate Vidar. He came alongside the captain, already anticipating the question posed.
The deck was in a state of mayhem, blades and teeth out, some small handful of Aodhians meeting the skirmish with ill advised bravery. Vladimir tuned it out and allowed the tendrils of his blessing to reach down, seeping through the floorboards to caress the thoughts of those lurking below. It was an exhaustive effort, and ultimately a fruitless one; Vladimir returned to the present situation shaking his head.
The lack of slaves was a disappointment. Any raid that gained bounty for the clan was a success, but Vladimir found the greatest satisfaction in seizing slave ships. The reason was sentimental and obvious. Perhaps selfish, too: when his sword found chains, Vladimir relived his own first taste of freedom.
Einar’s lunging figure drew his attention. Golden eyes tracked the dun, discerning that his target was Faraji. Signaling his departure with a snort, Vladimir lurched to place himself between them, a flick of telekinesis swinging his sword to point a straight line to tip of Einar’s nose. He surmised there would be little sport in cutting down the likes of a soft merchant, but then, Vladimir had been surprised before.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Dec 25, 2016 19:07:34 GMT -6
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Dec 25, 2016 23:21:24 GMT -6
Rune- Bloody Flanks- Raider Out of habit, Rune found her attention going towards her own crew mates as honestly there didn't seem to be much fight in these horses, a shame really as Rune was hoping for some bloodying of her dagger. A amused snort left her muzzle as her crimson gaze fell on a rather startled black mare, her words seeming to reach the silver bay's ears. "I doubt any god would listen to such pleas from such a weak tongue." Sneered the raider as she turned to face the mare just as she gathered her hooves under her, her dagger still held and posed as if willing to strike out at any moment. But if there was one thing Rune wasn't, it was a murder as preying on the weak was something this unicorn never saw herself doing.
"Let's hope your cargo with worth taking." At her words, Rune found her gaze traveling from the drafty built mare towards the entrance towards the ships cargo hold. The desire to see what truly lay under her hooves was almost the driving force to get Rune to leave the deck but the silver bay knew better then to not let Vidar nor Vladimir get the first look.
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 26, 2016 22:26:45 GMT -6
M A T E O☼War-Forged Ambassador☼ Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once. ((Sorry for the delay guys, I was in a car accident a few days back and my brain was quite rattled.))
The sound of the collision and the sudden sharp tilt of the ship sent the Ambassador mare crashing to the floor of the galley, her dappled frame sliding along the floor until she struck hard against one of the pillar supporting the deck. As dust and debris fell from the ceiling above, the sound of hooves pounding across the surface, Mateo felt her head spin. Seconds passed and finally her priorities cleared, her mind screamed for her to get up. “Lorencio!” The mother screeched, knowing full well that her son and his damned mutt of a dog had been above exploring the deck. She hefted herself to her hooves and carefully hauled herself up the slanted flooring to the steps that would lead out onto the deck. Her breathing was laced with smoke and the first embers of Ignacio’s blessing began to form around her as she at last appeared on the deck.
Eyes scanned the deck quickly, the battle had already begun and horses here and there were engaged in combat, but the Aodhian merchants weren’t her chief concern. At last, her eyes would land on the small spotted colt and his dog and Mateo made a straight course for him, intent on sliding past the heavily tattooed stallion and the merchant. Santiago sailed down from where he’d been watching above, coming to join up with Mateo as she moved.
“Loren! Loren, stay where you are!” She called at last, more puffs of smoke punctuating her words. She was angry, that much was very clear. The Ambassador never took a ship home and she should’ve known better than to bother with this one. Loren could’ve been safe in Valore and she could’ve been on the road to Onea and not been a part of this at all.
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 27, 2016 20:28:58 GMT -6
Cloaked in her matching pin-striped
Arsenal of next month's nows
The blade etched a shallow scratch into her shoulder as Alcippe stood her ground. His reach had already seemed overextended and with the sharp scrape of metal ringing from the side, she knew he'd have even less room to move shortly. The pair of mares was a strange matchup, but a startingly effective one. Alcippe had the advantage of height, standing near a hand and a half above the mule, but so did many of their opponents. While she held their enemy's attention, Vidalia was free to free their bowels from such measly constraints as their bellies. But then, Vidalia had never had any trouble getting underneath a body, if the alcohol hadn't lied to Alcippe about last night. The stallion, smartly, retreated while still trying to sling what he seemed to think were smug rejoinders. Kaia keep her, she'd never understand why so many of them sought to get their tongues cut with the rest of their bodies. Dismissing his jokes as juvenile, she grinned briefly at Dally's brief bite back at him. His dagger swept out again and she pressed towards it, judging its arc to stay just barely out of reach. Her own borrowed sword glinted in a stray lantern beam as she drew it and lunged for him in the same motion. She angled her body, stepping towards Vidalia to swing the Aodhians further down the deck and away from the dark opening to the ship's gut. For the second time in spare seconds, a horse barreled out of that same opening, this time screeching in a voice which sounded far less ridiculous and stilted to her Onean ears. She snuck a glimpse sideways to see the buckskin barreling past towards her betrothed and the best bargaining chip on deck—that had yet to be secured for some reason. “Vidar, the kid!” Her voice cracked across the deck as urgency whipped its volume higher above the wind and the waves and frightened voices of the fearful Aodhians. Her warning delivered, she ripped her attention back to Vidalia and the pair they were keeping at bay. Alcippe - Bloody Flanks - Raider
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Dec 28, 2016 10:50:28 GMT -6
Asalah | Aodh | Commoner Asalah's head swung towards a unicorn that had spoken, their gazes locking for a moment as fear caused her stomach to roll once more. She glanced sideways, taking note of how the horse that she had come to know over the past few months was more than willing to put himself at risk for another. She swallowed back a yell towards him, her voice somehow lost to the waves and her nerves as she helplessly tried to figure out what was happening around the rest of the ship. It was obvious that the Aodians were vastly outmatched in this battle, the horses before them obviously hardened by the weather and fog that seemed to be a part of these waters, which were so much colder than Aquore's own seas to the south. Asalah nervously took a step back, trying to keep an eye on the other horses near hear while simultaneously trying to see where these unwelcome guests were going. She gritted her teeth, the thought of going downstairs distant as a yell cracked through the air like thunder. The kid? Confused, the horse tore her gaze from the chaos around her and turned back towards the front of the ship where Mateo was yelling out towards a horse named Loren. Realization hit Asalah as if she had been struck by lightning. They had to have been talking about the kid that had come with the ambassador on her trip home. If only she wasn't such a coward... maybe she'd be able to do something. Quietly, the mare turned back towards the horse that had spoken to her before, her mind racing as she thought about things she could say to get them to turn their focus... Certainly they couldn't be fooled by a simple commoner, but she had to try. Huffing, she stomped her foot down on the deck. "I wouldn't want such good armor or weapons to go to waste on a lot like you." She spat. Gods, how was her voice staying level? She was risking her neck just by speaking out! She closed her eyes momentarily, a quiet prayer on her lips. Dear Ignacio, help me. She silently pleaded, knowing full well that she was speaking to deaf ears. Post 4 | Word Count 376
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 28, 2016 17:44:16 GMT -6
Faraji
Bloody Flanks Medic
Faraji barely glimpsed movement before a piercing war cry errupted beside her and a small burly stallion charged from the depths of the ship. "You idiot,” She cursed, uncertain if she was referring to herself or the silly stallion who gave away his position with a pitiful and useless cry. Faraji never intended to hurt or maim the speckled mare she lunged for, it was more for intimidation and show then anything else. Her rusted sword was pointed straight at the flecked chestnut mare, ears back and teeth bared. There were the sounds of fights breaking out around her as the rest of the Flanks surged upon the creaking ship and took on anyone who was in their way. There were always going to be someone who wanted to be the hero and this stallion was no different. Her sword wavered from Liri for but a moment as she considered her options, readying to swing the sword in an arch towards the merchant before the ever silent Vladimir cut across the stallion’s path and in turn saved her own, inexperienced hide. Though she had little doubt she could have taken him on, she was grateful that Vladimir showed up when he did. Feeling more assured, she turned and pointed the sword at Liri and growled, “stay where you are.” Ignoring the commotion behind her with a flick of her ear, trusting that the crew of the Trespasser had everything under control.
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