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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Dec 30, 2016 22:36:51 GMT -6
Nova
The more Nova stared at the pirates, the more she became entranced by them. They screamed power and in a way, ethereal beauty, well in the palomino anyway. This thought intensified as they lunged, Nova grunted as Hancock pushed her, but it only made her angrier at the mares.
A groan escaped her mouth as weak threats were slung between the group getting no one anywhere. "We didn't even want to be on this journey and this stupid weather is making me all frizzy!" Nova cried as they were forced further back. It seemed her bloodlust was wavering the more she looked the crazy pair over. What did they even want? Fear was seeping through and Nova could feel her knees shaking. She had a blessing but she could barely do anything with it! Well, she was certain a small shock would only piss these two off more. She gasped as she saw the palomino's sword swing back at her stallion, "Hancock!" she squealed using her shoulder to shove his body aside.
Suddenly everyone's attention was on the small colt as he clearly became the pirate band's focus. Shit. Nova was no hero, but she felt protective against these scavengers, but the tattooed stallion in charge was ridiculously scary. Her heartbeat slowed a little as his mother raced towards him with unnatural smoke flowing from her nostrils. "Leave the kid alone" she growled at the two semi-holding them hostage. She tried to fight back the fear that was trying to consume her, but she was losing her battle fast.
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Post by distantfantasies on Dec 31, 2016 11:29:18 GMT -6
Ethereal Artisan Chaos broke out across the ship as the raiders descended upon them, skirmished being fought out by those that were brave enough to face them. Ethereal was not one of those, standing beside Asalah as it seemed there was nothing else to really do. Her thoughts turned to her cargo in the belly of the ship, and all of the time and coin she had spent making the pieces! Her business would be under water like this ship if they decided to take them. She had tailored her usual shiny pieces for more practical items, like sheaths and straps. Hell. Her ears flattened as the tattooed beast spoke, his voice clear with intent.
"Resist... And you will sink before the boat does."
She wished, not for the first time, that her father were here. He would have been an asset, and all of a sudden his stupid teachings did not seem so stupid. Ethereal had been so sheltered all of her life that she was unprepared for the harsh realities of the world. Pirates, until this moment, had been nothing more than a tale meant to scare children into staying in Valore. Green gaze passed over the bodies on the ship, rushes of commotion passing likes waves. A skirmish rose and fell, yells rising over the sounds of the fighting as a figure caught her gaze, standing near the ring-leader -- cutting off one of their own, a dun would-be attacker. Ethereal felt her stomach drop, a flicker of fear fanning itself into flame. No one was hurt just yet, but she had feeling that it was coming...for all of them.
Another turned to face Asalah, though Ethereal was happy to fade into the background -- the unicorn mare's words harsh to her ears. Words rose to her lips, but she bit her own tongue...knowing that agitating the situation on was not the way to stay breathing.
Another burst onto the scene, drawing her attention to something that she had not noticed before. A child! A new layer of chill fell on her shoulders. Gods above, a child in all of this mess? The mother was racing across the deck, the captain and his right hand in her way, the child close to the area of first contact. Son of a...
She hardly had time to process everything before Asalah was speaking again, the shock apparent on her face at the mare's words. What was she trying to do, get them both killed?! The look in her acquaintances eye said something different though, and Ethereal was quick to pick up the game. Distraction.
"And my beautiful works on a face like that?" Ethereal replied, shaking her head. "It would be a shame."
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Jan 1, 2017 22:20:18 GMT -6
Rune- Bloody Flanks - Raider "At least we'd know how to use such things while you 'Lowlanders' only seem to have them for show." Rune sneered as she heard the black mare's words, a amused spark in her crimson gaze. Taking a bold step forward, Rune seemed to want to test just how bold this mare was as she shortened the gap between them after the mare stepped back. "Seeing as you have weapons and armor down there, what else do you lot have hmm? Other riches for us?" If there was one thing Rune found that caught her attention, it was riches and weapons then anything else. And no doubt the black mare's words seemed to peek Rune's interest but also she knew the less of these horses that could intervene, the better her crew would be off. Even if from this mare's look, she posed little to no threat to them. "Not like your little group needs such things. So tell me what you have in that cargo hold below us." At her words, Rune gestured with the dagger to the floorboards beneath their hooves while she seemed to ignore what was going on around them. Word Count: 193 Post #4 |
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 2, 2017 15:04:10 GMT -6
Baring his teeth at the pair in front of him, Hancock barely had time to glance at Nova before she was shoving him away, a gasp coming from his mouth as he stumbled forward and to the side and felt something hot slice across his face. Jumping back, he squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to not trip on any of the debris that littered the deck...but it was to no avail.
ah fuck, Hancock thought to himself as his legs tangled in the rope that lay scattered across the deck. who left rope in the middle of the deck?? oh yeah it's probably from when we were almost fucking capsized by a boat load of war-forged assholes. Landing with a large thud, Hancock let out a groan and kept his eyes squeezed shut, something sticky dripping down his face and into his nose. He really ought to get up, the sounds of frantic hooves against woods and Nova shouting beside him were big red flags really
but damn, the floor had never felt this good before, and a nap had never sounded so nice either
But then suddenly he could faintly hear Octavia screaming in his ear about how she was going to "skin and tan his hide and hang it up for everyone to see" Letting out a groan, Hancock opened his eyes and lifted his head. His face felt hot and he could feel the beginnings of a headache building in the back of his brain. To say the least, everything hurt right now. Slowly standing, he shook his head and looked to Nova just as she dashed forward "Nova holy fuck wait!" he managed to get out through clenched teeth, trying to stumble after her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 17:11:42 GMT -6
vidar With all that lies in front of us,
The world looks so ridiculous to me. In his ambulation, Vidar hadn't moved far from the child. He had a talent for seeing value in things; it was a quality that had helped him overpower siblings twice his size, had helped him hone a fierce crew out of castoffs. More than once, it had saved his life. Today the stakes were certainly not so high, but Vidar knew things would be easier if he kept the boy up his sleeve.
Through the ridiculous cacophony of Aodhian voices (the fire herd's lilted accent had a tune that he found uniquely irritating), a voice with a distinctly Onean timbre carved its way to him. His eyes were drawn to Mateo as she burst onto the deck. Screaming for the boy --her boy, no doubt-- she barreled in the child's direction, hardly seeming to notice the violence erupting around her. Noting with a hint of superiority that the only passenger with significant mettle was War-Forged, Vidar took a moment to admire her single-minded dedication to her goal.
Unfortunately for her, Vidar also got there first.
He loomed over Lorencio as he had from the Trespasser's bow, the tip of his golden sword looped skillfully under the child's jaw. Not risking accidental contact with the throat, the curved blade hovered a hair away from the boy's chin. "Go on now," he said, glancing sideways at Mateo, his voice gentle. "To your feet."
He was suddenly reminded of his last visit to Onea, when he had last held a sword to a quivering neck. Vulnerable and surrounded by enemies, his legs had trembled the whole time; his heart had been in his mouth. It felt like a lifetime ago. He did not tremble today.
"You'll stop there!" He commanded the red dun mare who was closing in, hollering. Vidar gave her a snarl, his eyes sliding off of her back to the stallion who stumbled after her. With Alcippe and Vidalia nearby, they didn't concern him.
He turned his attention back to Mateo. She was the last to arrive, and had the most to lose; she was the most dangerous person present. Asalah's talk of weapons had his interest: "Why don't we take a look below deck?" He asked levelly, stepping to block her view of the colt.
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Post by distantfantasies on Jan 2, 2017 18:02:38 GMT -6
Ethereal Ethereal could not help but think the tattooed stallion a coward. It was clear cut that none of the equines on this ship were capable of doing anything to stop this attack, those that were able fighters were far outnumbered; and yet he still took a child as captive. Her ears pinned back at the sight, watching everything going on around her as she was quite literally ignored. Asalah's plan had worked in some facet though, as the situation shifted from fights to what the raiders were actually there for. She hoped that they would take what they wanted and leave the rest of them in peace, although with someone who'd put a sword to a child's throat...there was almost no guarantee of being left in one piece. She found that staying quiet was probably the best option now, not wanting any undue harm to come to the child because of a careless tongue. She glared at Rune instead, wishing that she had the strength to be something of a real threat. "Just take what you want and leave." Ethereal said, her voice an irritated growl.
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Jan 3, 2017 9:47:04 GMT -6
Rune- Bloody Flanks- Raider It was about this time Rune seemed to notice the other mare beside the black mare before Rune gave a amused snort at bay spotted horse that had tossed her own two cents into the matter. "Oh, how generous to offer." Rune replied with a sneer as she faced the other mare. "Not that we needed a invitation, but it's the thought that counts." Another smug smirk seeped on to her equine face as she gave both the bay and black mare such a look. Flicking an ear upon hearing the familiar but unmistakable voice of her captain, Rune spared a glance over in time to see Vidar secure the child. But even with her attention more drawn and focused below decks, Rune knew to stay put as having at least two of the inhabitants occupied would make things go a bit smoother for getting their loot and leaving. Or at least that was what her grandfather often told her when it came to such things. So she left Vidar to do the searching for now as he had everything under control. "Perhaps if you Aodh would actually take the time to learn how to fight and use the things you craft, you wouldn't be so easy to overtake." Rune added with a snort as her attention flicked back to both mares. Though as the comments left her lips, Rune knew such banter was a luxury and instead let one ear curve to towards where the rest of her crew was in case she was needed. Word Count: 256 Post #5 |
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jan 3, 2017 18:19:20 GMT -6
Asalah | Aodh | Commoner
Thank the gods. Asalah thought with relief as Ethereal seemed to immediately take her plan in stride. Her ears flicked back as the intruder took a few steps closer to her, asking what else was below. The mare fidgeted. She honestly didn't know what else was down below aside from her own supplies.. and even then she didn't have her ledger to cross reference with. That was all down below decks, and she wasn't about to phase below to find out. She sneered, angry that so many horses were taking whatever they wanted from their ship. She huffed, flicking her eyes back as she took a nervous step back, taking note of how the other horse was talking. Before she could say anything more, the horse that was menacing them turned her gaze upwards. Instinctively, Asalah did the same, feeling her heart plummet as she saw the young colt be taken hostage. She stomped a hoof nervously, angrily listening to the horse in front of her. She curled her lip in annoyance at the statement. "Aodh has the luxury to live well because we have a task force that learns how to defend us." She snarled, her anger at the entire situation bubbling up. For the first time the want to actually fight flared in her chest, forcing her to take a slow step towards the horse in front of her. This entire trip had been a disaster, and yet all she could feel was annoyance and anger towards the horses that had caused this... Yet without proper training, fighting would not be wise... If only she could get to the sword her sister had given her... But how wise would it be to phase down below? Word Count: 293 Post #5 |
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Post by songsofinfinity on Jan 3, 2017 20:54:49 GMT -6
LORENCIO
WAR-FORGED | KINDLING "Innocence is like polished armor; it adorns and defends." - Robert South
Lorencio watched as the deck of the ship descended into chaos. His ears were pinned flat against his neck, blocking the terrible shouts. That and the sound of the water below were all he could here. Suddenly, two things happened.
His mother shouted. Then the pirate looked at him.
There was a glint of burnished metal and a sword appeared at his throat. It was so close that he could see the drops of condensation forming on the blade, and his heart dropped. Scorch stiffened against his side and he fought the urge to look down at her, moving his eyes but not his head as he tried to see his mom around the pirate captain. She was there, she was close, and he could see in her eyes that she wasn't going to let the pirate hurt him.
The stallion spoke to him, his voice gentle but firm. "Go on now, to your feet." Lorencio moved slowly, constantly aware of the sword at his throat. He stumbled once, nearly falling as one hoof slipped on the slick deck, but he made it, keeping both eyes on the stallion as he pressed himself against the cracked wooden railing and fought down his rising fear.
The stallion was talking again, but Lorencio didn't catch the beginning. Scorch was moving at his feet, standing up. He didn't want to look down, he couldn't with the sword at his throat, but he was terrified that she would try something. "...don't we take a look below deck." The stallion moved, and Loren froze as he blocked the little bit of Mateo he could see. The sword moved from his throat for an instant, then was back. "Lead the way."
But... down below? For a ridiculous moment Lorencio remembered why he was on deck in the first place, and he very nearly protested before he realized he was worrying about getting in trouble while pirates were attacking. He looked at his mom to see what she thought, but the captain was in his way. "Uh... sir?" No, no, that wasn't right. "Captain? Um... can I move a little bit? My mom can't see me. You're scaring her." He narrowed his eyes and stared up at the captain. "Sir." He finished talking and shut his mouth tightly, his courage vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He refocused his attention on staying on his feet and not crying.
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Post by Gaybies on Jan 3, 2017 22:53:36 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. The Ambassador had barreled onto the scene, the need to ensure her son’s safety causing her to forgo any sort of attempted planning. It was remarkable she’d made it as far as she had as an ambassador given her tendency to rush into a situation. And now, she sorely wished she had thought better of her rush onto the deck, how was she to know that it was pirates? It could’ve been a rock or something that’d scraped against. Still, hindsight was twenty-twenty as they said. Mateo continued to press forward even as the brightly tattooed pirate slid himself close to her darling son; she stopped only as the blade was placed near his throat. If looks could kill, this pirate captain would most certainly be dead; such was the mother’s rage. Smoke continued to spill from her nostrils in a very dragon-like manner, an unwelcome side effect of her blessing at the moment as she struggled to calm herself enough to deal with the situation.
That horse... no... that creature had a hold of Loren and he would pay dearly for the injustice. She scarcely heard his words for the blood thrumming in her ears drowning out the sounds around her, her focus was solely on the precious spotted lad. “How dare you?” The mare spoke at last, her voice ringing with the authority she possessed, fine-tuned over the years by many difficult situations. “You will release the boy first for I will not allow you a single step so long as that knife is at his throat.” Now, Mateo cared deeply for her son, he was quite literally her world, but she was not to be dissuaded by the cowardly tactics of pirates. The War-Forged Ambassador took a step forward as the stallion moved to block her view of Loren.
“Would you spill the blood of a child for what goods this ship contains? Are you so terrible at fighting that you must resort to hiding behind another body?” Mateo pressed on dauntless with another step towards the two, ears flicking as Lorencio attempted to speak to the stallion. “These horses are strangers to me, but they have lives and good cause to protect what is theirs, just as you and I do... Now, as I said earlier, I highly suggest that you remove that blade from the lad’s throat.”
No sooner were the words uttered did Mateo’s ever present eagle dive down from the sky, he knew well the dangers, but a distraction was all that was needed. Talons and beak aimed with precision for the stallion’s face and, more importantly, his eyes, and the Ambassador followed suit quickly. Flames manifested themselves on her front hooves, steam rising from the wet as she closed the space between the stallion and herself. The Ambassador was in full “Momma Bear” mode and there was nothing that would stop her from ripping the pirate a new one. All she could hope was that Loren took the opportunity granted him, if he could, to get himself safe. Surely all those outings with Uncle Muiris had taught him something? Anything that might help him survive and help his mother keep him alive.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 4, 2017 0:28:39 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.
Reeling back as Hancock threw his blade about wildly, Vidalia swung up her own to counter it, satisfied to hear them shriek against one another in an unwilling embrace. She pushed back, aiming to knock the weapon from his grasp, only to have the mare he had tried to shield take him out instead.
A smirk tugged at her mouth from the sight, despite however grand the Aodhian herd claimed to be, it seemed those aboard the ship were clearly exceptions to the rule… or perhaps the whole concept of Valore simply ran off fallacies and false pretences, it was hard to tell from the outside. Swordsmanship was supposed to be a dance, graceful and calculated with moves that should only hinder your opponent, not your ally.
As Nova too felt the need to complain, the mule's eyes narrowed and the flat side of her blade was thrown up, aiming to smack the courtesan in the chin to quiet her petty squall; one could only listen to so much false bravery spew from chattering teeth, and the courtesan had just met her quota.
Vidalia was not roused to abandon her current position at her crew’s words, nor curious enough to press forward at the thought of looting possible spoils below deck, but the smell of burning wood made her head turn.
Her first thought was that someone had perhaps managed to knock down an oil lamp and set something alight, but no… the damned Onean mare was blazing down upon Vidar like a seething inferno, steam rising from her hooves; seemingly blind that if she kept it up, the pirate would not be the only one to burn, but the ship too.
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Post by distantfantasies on Jan 4, 2017 12:03:42 GMT -6
Ethereal
"It wasn't an invitation. I'd be more likely to invite you to the bottom of this ocean than give up my wares." Ethereal sneered, curling her lip in disgust. Time seemed to drag on, though she knew in reality perhaps ten or twenty minutes had passed...it seemed a lifetime. She brushed back her hair, the wind and fog causing it to become a limp and wet mess. The raider before them had insulted their lifestyle, though not for the first time and Ethe nodded in agreement with Asalah's sentiment. "If my father were here, he would wipe the floor with you." She said pointedly, rolling her eyes. And if she had been more apt to listen to his teachings, she might have been of more use than just a flower on the wall. When she got home, she was going to insist on being taught more than 'just the basics' and she probably would never set foot out of Valore again. Let someone else have the adventure, because this shit was for the birds. She watched the commotion between mother, child and pirate with one eye still on the raider in front of her. Post 5 | 195 Words |
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jan 4, 2017 13:40:10 GMT -6
Liri
Merchant
Liri's peacefulness on the top deck was promptly ended as a large ship burst out of the fog and barreled towards the ship she was on. She only had the time to think Oh Shit before she was on her knees, knocked down by the impact of the two vessels colliding. Everything was chaos, equine everywhere. There were the passengers, just like her, littered around the deck in various states of disarray. Then, there were the other horses. The new ones. Pirates.
Of course there were fucking pirates. The gods must hate me or something. First the crucible, now this. Surely I must be cursed or something. I haven't broken a mirror anytime soon that's for sure. While she was racking her brain, Liri didn't notice the pirate barreling down at her until the last moment. She stumbled to her feet, though too quickly and fell down again, her hooves skittering on the wood. Fear must have been in her eyes because her heart was beating a mile a minute. I'mdoneforI'mdonefor... wait, who's making that horrible screeching? Liri saw a flash of dun and silver and blue... Einar. She almost laughed out loud, her peril the least of her worries. Oh my gosh, I am never going to let him forget that "battle cry" of his.
That's when Einar was stopped with a sword in his face by a large chimeric stallion. Great. Now we are both under martial law. Liri thought, glaring that the mare that had proceeded to point her own sword in Liri's face. She almost made herself go cross-eyed trying to see the tip as she stood back up. Glaring at the mare, she glanced at Einar though he seemed no worse for wear. Now how the hell were they going to get out of this mess? She sure as hell wasn't planning on swimming. Liri just hoped that Einar had a better plan than what she had in mind.
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Jan 5, 2017 12:34:06 GMT -6
Rune- Bloody Flanks- Raider "Aodh has the luxury to live well because we have a task force that learns how to defend us." Rune couldn't help but give a snort at the black mare's words before her ears tilted back seeing the mare take a bold step towards her. "Don't you see? That is your problem as were are your 'valiant' protectors now? Do you wish to try your luck mare?" However her attention was snapped towards the other mare as her words reached Rune's ears. "It wasn't an invitation. I'd be more likely to invite you to the bottom of this ocean than give up my wares." Oh these Aodh horses were surely a laugh riot with their words and their efforts to look and sound like they actually could back up such comments. Those with was the next comment that came from the bay pinto's mouth that had Rune chuckling. "If my father were here, he would wipe the floor with you."
"Now there is the Aodh type of mare I know and hate, always crying to daddy or any stallion when the sea get's too rough for your thin hide." Rune smirked over at the other mare before she seemed to address them both. "Let me give you girls some piece of advice. All the time you probably spend in the mirror or doing whatever you lot do, it would be wise to actually learn how to defend yourself as this little raid may have been far more interesting then this. And you wouldn't be threatening me with words but actually action. Quite a concept, is it not?" Giving yet another snort, Rune shifted the weight in her hooves before she caught sight of what she could only assume was the colt mother charge for Vidar. However it was the smooth that rose that seemed to grab more of Rune's attention from the two mare's in front of her as Rune had never witnessed such a blessing before.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jan 5, 2017 19:59:28 GMT -6
Asalah | Aodh | Commoner
The mare quickly stepped forward, annoyance and anger rolling through her as she listened to the damned War Forged unicorn raider tell her that she did nothing but primped and preened in front of a mirror. She apparently had no backbone, had never done anything dangerous, and now that she was here dealing with this damned intruder, she was just going to let the lot of them walk all over her to get to her wares. Well, Asalah had to admit, she was damned tired of hearing the voice inside of her head tell her she was too afraid to do anything as well as others saying the same thing. Without thinking, she stepped in front of Ethereal protectively to stand before Rune, eyes blazing in challenge. "It sounds like you're just as afraid to attack me as you think we are too attack you." She took another step forward, shortening the distance between them. "You want a fight, come at me, bitch." She growled. "I don't need a valiant protector. I've had to fight off vindicators in our own gods forsaken crucible and nearly lost my own damn sister to the mess. I have traveled across the wilds of this damned continent to join a herd I didn't even know. I have felt as if the gods have been testing my judgement for months and I am not going to stand by any longer and listen to you prattle on about whatever you please. If you're here for what we have below, you would have already taken it. So what are you stalling for?" She was yelling at this point, shouting above the other horses as she practically forgot where she was. She was tired of being pushed over by anything that wanted to have their way with her. She was tired of constantly asking why the gods hated her so. Slowly, the mare lowered her head, thinking back to all the times she had fought. If or when Rune lunged, she'd go below and grab the sword her sister had lent her. Gods above, she was making a mistake. Post 6 | Word Count 355 (OOC: oh gods i'm sorry, my character snapped) |
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 8, 2017 12:27:18 GMT -6
Cloaked in her matching pin-striped
Arsenal of next month's nows
In the natural world, fights between equals rarely resulted in death. Elks would clack antlers until one, satisfied of the superiority of the other, conceded the fight. Other animals would run off challengers but rarely would either even chance serious injury in the fight. It was simply not worth it to win but succumb to the war Kaia put her creatures through. Nature was a far harsher enemy than any contender for breeding rights. It was prey, inferior and inclined to perish, that required lethality. Their mistake here had been treating these Aodhians as equals instead of incompetents at best. They didn't understand the rules of survival and although she would not mind them injuring each other, their flailing—the pale one had just shoved the tall one into a heap—was as poorly chosen as their childish words. Likely, the most any of these had to “survive” was a nasty hangnail. Briefly, she weighed the option of simply slaughtering the pair before her and moving on. Her sword seemed to hover closer to their throats as she considered. It would allow both her and Vidalia to assist in other areas, some potentially needed, as a particularly mouthy Aodhian's rant floated over from by Rune. Alcippe glanced at the unicorn staving off the two unarmed...merchants? Aodhians had arbitrary striations in their social classes but neither of them looked particularly battlehardy. “Patience, Rune.” With any (unlikely) luck the loud mare would realize that even if she slipped by, the other behind her would get the blade. While she slipped encouragement to the other, she reminded herself as well. Killing these, while immediately satisfying, would likely only galvanize the others especially with the mother as incensed at Vidar as she was. She seemed to be acting like she wanted to get the colt killed. Trusting Vidar to handle his own and Vladimir to step in if he couldn't, she turned back to Nova as Vidalia chastised her for talking out of turn. “We should slit his throat and make his bones dance for his mother the way you all are acting,” she said coldly. “What have you to offer for his life?” she countered before they could reply. Bartering might bring this situation to a more satisfying conclusion. Alcippe - Bloody Flanks - Raider
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Jan 8, 2017 17:21:42 GMT -6
Nova
A grunt escaped Nova as the mule smacked her chinside up. "How dare you put your filthy blade on my livelihood!" Nova squealed in shock. She was about to make a move when an eagles screech and an angry mother's speech filled the boat. Oh how I hope she's right. Nova thought to herself as she feared the worst for the ambassador.
The pirate spoke again after Nova pleaded for the boy to be left alone.What have you got to offer for his life? Those words spun about Nova's head in a whirlwind as she contemplated her options and outcomes.
a). Offer them the opium they have stashed (the exact reason for being on the goddamn boat).
a1). They laugh and kill them.
a2). They take the opium, decide to smoke it with them and have a jolly good time and leave everyone be.
a2.5). Octavia kills Hancock for doing exactly what she told him NOT to do and puts Nova on the streets.
a3). They take the opium and kill them anyway.
a4). They take the opium and Octavia kills Nova and Hancock
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b). Tell her they have nothing to offer.
b1). They glare and gut them.
b2). They sense they're lying and throw them overboard
b3). They believe them and kill the kid... then Nova and Hancock
Nova decided it was best to give up what they had and pray Octavia would feel bad for sending one of her best workers onto foreign territory by boat. She nudged Hancock and gave him a look she hoped he understood. Just give it to them.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 9, 2017 17:41:35 GMT -6
Stumbling forward, Hancock tried his best not to lean into Nova or stumble forward closer to the raging pirates. He could barely tell what was happening, the pain in his face to sharp and loud in his ears. Everything else was kinda fuzzy and Hancock tried to clear his sense, shaking his head and opening his other eye. Looking ahead, he felt his stomach twist as he realised what had happened while he was out of it, his heart sinking as he glanced at the kid and then to the horses standing in front of them. Snorting, Hancock spat the blood that had dripped down into his mouth at the feet of the pirate, beginning to snarl before Nova nudged his shoulder, a pleading look in his eye. What did she want him to do?? sure, he'd dive in to save the kid but it'd most likely end with both of them getting their necks slit to prove a point. Now, Hancock wasn't exactly the brightest candle in the bunch and it took him a moment before he realised what the mare infront of them had said. Eyes widening, he jumped forward, jaw clenched "Opium!...Crates of it to be exact, fresh from Valore. Down below in the cargo hold," he hurridly explained, his heart sinking slightly "look just...don't hurt the kid" he said, his ears pressed back.
Octavia was going to kill him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 15:08:09 GMT -6
vidar but don't you understand?
the hunger makes the man Vidar smiled almost imperceptibly as Mateo spoke. He admired her intensity, and the (literal) fire in her breast, as was his way. He was always looking for something to appreciate: the boy's bravery, the mother's love, the passengers' compassion for each other. All very admirable. Vidar watched their horror as they saw Lorencio's predicament, but he did not revel in it. His crew corralled them with glinting blades, doing what they did best, and he got stuck chatting with mommy.
Mateo's goading disappointed him; he thought she'd be smarter than to attack his ego, but then again, she was likely used to dealing with Onean brutes of a slightly different brand. It was hard to blame her. "She doesn't look scared to me," Vidar said cheerfully to the child, ignoring Mateo's baiting taunts. He was watching her eyes. She looked up.
He thought quickly once he saw the bird, freefalling in his direction. It was Vidar's second time to misjudge Mateo. Not because of the attack -- he fully expected that -- but her reckless endangerment of the child she was supposedly maneuvering to rescue. She was a casualty of her own rage, Vidar was realizing. He'd underestimated her pride. It was apparently more important to get her licks in than to avoid startling a blade into her son's neck.
Thankfully for both the increasingly disappointing ambassador and her son, Vidar was a deft enough swordsman not to mortally bleed the child as he reacted. Lorencio was leverage he couldn't afford to lose.
He flipped the blade away from the boy and over his head, slashing at the eagle's every approach, his eyes on Mateo. As soon as the blade was removed from Lorencio, Vidar began to physically crowd him away, moving quickly enough to keep his hooves tangled with the boy's. "You want to be a hero?" He called, marching backward, herding Lorencio with his hocks toward the ship's collapsed bulwark.
His stare was on the ambassador, and his sword was too slow for one of the eagle's persistent attacks. A half-moon talon raked his forehead, his eyelid. Agony lanced straight down from the wound into his molars, but he drove the bird back again with his blade. His voice was thick from pain: "You want to save your son?" She was closing in now. Vidar could hear the waves sloshing below, between this ship and the Trespasser.
The gap in the railing was waiting. "Be my guest."
He drew back his hoof, giving the boy a swift kick off of the deck before meeting Mateo head on, his horn lowered for the charge.
437 words | post 6 BLESS SONGSOFINFINITY FOR BEING GAME im so sorry lorencio enjoy ur swim so much for negotiating dfkdsjfshdfskj (making a note here bc i dont know where else to do it!! Vidar's sword gives him +35 strength, -12 speed, temporarily bringing his strength up to 75 and his speed down to 88 : D) |
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Post by Queerly on Jan 10, 2017 17:05:33 GMT -6
Vladimir’s youth had been wasted behind Valorian walls, and as such, the stallion was no stranger to Aodh’s unique brand of incompetence, nor was he surprised by the verbal diarrhea spewing from their mouths. Some would liken their ranting to bravery, but Vladimir equated it to their inborn audacity. Aodhians often thought themselves untouchable, and this, Vladimir surmised, was the delusion fueling their goads. A horse who shouted slights at knife point was a horse with inflated self-importance… or perhaps they were merely the optimistic variety of stupid. Regardless, Vladimir found dark amusement in it.
But there was little sport to be found in corralling soft civilians, insipid or not. Vladimir locked eyes with Einar, wondering if he would continue the suicidal trend of his crewmates. It seemed that he wouldn’t. Fair enough, the stallion thought, and then with a great lurch of both body and telekinesis, swept the fjord over the ship railing with a distinct lack of flair.
Satisfied, Vladimir turned to reacquaint himself with the situation at hoof, a careful eye sweeping across the deck in one take. Vidar had the boy by the throat, a good bargaining chip if ever there was one. The rest had busied themselves with putting the fear of gods into the remaining Aodhians, who, for some reason, were still feeling mouthy. Vladimir wondered at Alcippe, who kept an unusually clean blade.
Vlad, she called. The Enforcer nearly flinched. Searching the ship had been a tiring effort, and quickly his blessing was arriving at its limit. Nonetheless he allowed her in, lifting the question from her mind before he refocused with some effort upon the mewling Aodhians. The resulting nod would be all she needed.
Over the sound of crashing waves and the scuffle of hooves, Vladimir caught the sound of Vidar’s voice, and his gaze sought him like an arrow. It seemed that leverage had been lost to a frantic mother’s questionable decisions… and a bird, as well.
Vidar was well equipped to handle the situation. Vladimir knew this. The captain had been raised on the harsh realities of survival. Vidar knew how to scrap, had killed stallions older and larger, even his own brothers more than once, those Flanks raised as wild and ready for the fight as he.
Nonetheless, Vladimir began to move towards them, his swift trot becoming a gallop as the bird’s talons found their mark and the captain’s voice twisted with pain. |
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Post by kajejackson on Jan 11, 2017 0:46:02 GMT -6
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As the dun came charging down the length of ship to aid his friend, he saw, out of his peripheral, a large two toned shape come barreling at him. Before Einar knew what was happening, the pirate's sword stood against his nose. If his mind wasn't focused on other things, he could see the fog of his breath on the steel. But as it stood all of the fjord's attention was on screeching to a halt before his two nostrils became one, and keeping his heart from flying out his mouth.
His eyes shifted sporadically from the chimera in front of him, to the figure of Liri in the distance. It seemed despite his bout of heroism, he was in just as much danger as she was. If he wasn't so close to death he might laugh. Laugh at how absurd it was. That, after wanting to travel to Onea all his life, he might die on his first journey outside of Aodh. Before even seeing the mountains or the forests he'd dreamed of since he was a colt.
When his attacker met his gaze, Einar grinned, almost welcoming the sword. Eager for the sick joke that was his life to finally reach it's punchline. But, to his shock, the dark horse simply pushed him over the railing and into the frigid water below.
Einar started kicking madly at the water, trying to right himself and keep from sinking any further into the darkness. He held what little breath he'd had time to save, and fought his way upward through the currents and the fish, and the strange, unseen force he felt wrapping itself around his hind legs. Threatening to keep him submerged till guppies made themselves homes out of his ragged bones.
It was... surprising, the fear he felt in that moment. Only seconds before he'd laughed in death's face, but now? Now instead of that pirate's golden eyes or nose ring, he saw his mother's warm smile, heard Liri's laugh, and peeked Alarik's bemused head shake. He couldn't leave them. How could they survive without his signature brand of humorous truth? What of Liri's unborn foal? Surely he couldn't disadvantage the child to never hearing one of uncle Einar's side splitters.
As his heart lifted with tales of those he loved, so did the rest of him. Finally breaking the surface and gasping for air. |
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 11, 2017 4:48:23 GMT -6
Faraji
Bloody Flanks Medic
Even with all the commotion on board Faraji held her attention firmly on Liri, should the Adoh mare try something funny, which the medic doubted the freckled mare would attempt in the first place considering the sword pointed straight at her face. But...you could never be too careful. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Vladimir sweep Liri's saviour up and over the rail which eliminated one problem off of the ship. She heard a distant splash and without missing a beat flattened her ears at Liri and nodded to where Rune was with two other mares. Rune could handle the two Adohian's just fine on her own, a lot better then Faraji might but with Vladimir gone Faraji had no safe guard around her in case someone else decided to play hero. She was not the most adept fighter and having that extra help would be advantageous for her.
"Move it, over there." She barked, poking her sword in Liri's direction to encourage the mare to move on down to her crew mates where Rune and she could contain them while the rest of the Trespasser crew searched the ship for what they were after.
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Jan 11, 2017 10:58:36 GMT -6
Rune- Bloody Flanks- Raider Patience was one thing Rune had and often was part of the reason she wouldn't get too far into troublesome situations. Oftne her grandfather reminded her of such a thing when the unicorn would begin to show her anger at a current situation. But now as the words flew from the black Aodh's mare's mouth, Rune felt her patience beginning to fade. Her once crooked, proud smile seemed to dissolve just as the silver bay's ears flicked back not a moment before her crimson gaze narrowed. Was this mare just trying to get herself and the other bay pinto killed? Were they so foolish to the fact that with a flick of her dagger, Rune could have the pair drinking their own blood? Not that Rune would as these mare's were below her, not worthy of the unicorn's time. But the thought was still there as her dagger quivered at her side just as her telekinesis only strengthened around her weapon. Another bold placement of her hooves brought Rune not even a inch from Asalah's nose, before Rune bared her teeth like that of a animal. "Such bold words mare. Wish to try your luck, then by all means let us dance." The words sounded more like a grow as Rune's harsh gaze still lingered on the mare before her as everything else on the ship faded away from her senses. "You know why I haven't slit your or the other mare's throats? You are below me! You are nothing without your blasted walls around you but I...I can fight without walls and without my father defending me! You both are not worthy to fall to my blade." As the words flooded from her own mouth, Rune made out Alcippe's words of patience, a funny thing as Rune had just about spend every ounce she had now. But catching sight of Faraji herding another Aodh horse towards them, Rune let out a strained snort as she shouldn't loose her temper like that, not now. At this point Rune was more inclined to get their loot and be on their way. Seeing as another outburst from these mare's may just force the normally collected Rune over the edge.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 11, 2017 11:36:57 GMT -6
Cloaked in her matching pin-striped
Arsenal of next month's nows
Opium. Alcippe had no personal use for the stuff, but she was well aware of the worth and wealth was always something she could use. She'd heard the announcements about trinkets from the other pair as well—she couldn't help but hear it as they kept shouting about everything—but this was the first truly interesting thing an Aodhian had said. Still, it could be a tease, a desperate bid from the beleaguered horses to distract them from the not-yet-bawling child. Shocking, that a child could be the most brave and sensible among the seafarers. Alcippe always admired ability when she found it. With so much on the line, she was loathe to trust their word alone. Luckily, she knew a way to check for lies. With a swift nod from their silent enforcer, she refocused her attention on the pair just as a second splash broke the fog-smothered silence of the sea. Vidar....had kicked the kid overboard. Sometimes she cursed the very concept of sentiment. Admittedly, the child was far safer paddling about the ship then with that mess the mother was creating. Vladimir was on his way to help, however, and she was far more concerned with getting results than worrying if Vidar was going to gain a few scars. “Safe,” she said as a very short answer to the concerned Aodhians. “Also one of your other shipmates seems to be swimming as well.” She shared a look with Vidalia and swerved to place herself between this pair and the hold, sandwiching them between her and Rune's group. “They were telling the truth. I'll hold them if you would start bringing the bundles up?” Alcippe was far too ready for some actual, productive action. Alcippe - Bloody Flanks - Raider
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 13:26:19 GMT -6
can i just say that every post in this thread is pure gold and i love all of you
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jan 11, 2017 16:21:10 GMT -6
Asalah | Aodh | Commoner Welp, screw grabbing the sword. Asalah as she listened to the horse in front of her tell her that she was useless. Sure, some of the other members of her boat had given up the apparent stash of... opium... that was down below that Asalah hadn't even been aware of, but at this point in time the younger horse was too busy focusing in on the horse that was literally inches from her face. Her nostrils flared as she glared the unicorn down, her mind distantly aware of the fact that the captain had kicked the kid over the edge. She would have rushed after him, but it seemed as if another horse had followed him into the water. Hopefully they'd both be safe.
No, in this moment all Asalah could focus on was her breathing, and the very stupid plan that was now forming in her mind. Letting out a loud shriek, she charged her full weight into the horse before her, eyes focusing in on the dagger that was being held up via telekinesis. Forget about that damned sword, if she could get a hold of that dagger she'd be able to at least cause some damage, and even then... she'd probably be able to show this smug attacker that she wasn't about to just stand aside.
Was she being the biggest idiot of her life? Probably, but hey, you can only take so much from the gods before you retaliate, and at this point, Asalah was pretty sure that hell was going to break lose anyway.
(Note: i didn't have Asalah grab the dagger just yet because yeah |D I don't want to be a dick who goes for something without giving Rune time to react! Also, The--Enemy, I'm glad that you love what you're reading. This plot has been a lot of fun!)
Post 7 | Word count: around 260, I lost count, woops
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Post by songsofinfinity on Jan 12, 2017 15:30:06 GMT -6
Lorencio
War-Forged | Kindling "Innocence is like polished armor; it adorns and defends." - Robert South
The sword flipped away from Lorencio's neck, but he didn't have much of a chance to relax as the captain started to herd him back, further from his mother. Scorch tumbled away from the flashing hooves with a terrified yelp.
"You want to be a hero?" Lorencio couldn't see his mom, but he could hear her, and Santiago was diving at the pirate's head. They were nearing the hole in the ship's railing, and Lorencio gasped as he looked down and realized he was feet away from falling into the churning waves. Wildly he tried to twist his hooves away from the stallion's, but as one hoof slipped on the edge of the deck and he nearly fell, he panicked. With a flash of white teeth he bit at the captain's flank. He missed
"You want to save your son?" He was inches from the edge of the deck, his hooves slipping on the slick wood as he fought to stay on his feet. Suddenly, the stallion planted a kick on Lorencio's chest. With a shout he fell, flipping in the air and hitting the water with a splash.
The water was frozen, a bitter bone-chill cold like nothing he'd ever felt in warm Valore. For a moment he couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything as the water bit through his thin fur.
The feeling only lasted a few seconds. By reflex he started to swim, suddenly very thankful he'd learned in the weeks before they left Eithne. He surfaced a few feet from the side of the ship, thin legs paddling. He couldn't see a way back on board, and he felt a spike of panic. How long could he stay afloat?
With a splash another horse hit the water, close enough that the waves moved Lorencio away from the side of the ship. It was the fjord who'd been with them, and it took him a long time to surface. Once he did he swam over, suddenly thankful he wasn't the only one in this situation.
"Are you okay?" he asked, coughing as his head dipped below the water for a second. "Do you know how to get back on board?"
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 13, 2017 8:38:28 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.
Admiring the captain’s rapid change of plan and clever footwork, Vidalia did not tear her gaze away from the scene until the colt’s body had hit the frigid water below; hopefully quelling his mother’s literal fire, if only for a moment.
When she finally did look back at the dishevelled pair the palomino had chosen to pursue, the mule could not help but quirk a brow at Nova’s outburst, and found herself mulling over the idea that, if indeed the mare used her mouth to make a living, she must be using it for something other than talking, since she was -quite clearly- no gifted wordsmith… before Vidalia could form the semblance of a witty retort however, Aclippe intervened; clearly tired of baiting inferior opponents, as it seemed their hostages had all but given up the fight for now, with even the bloodied chestnut lowering his blade.
“We should slit his throat and make his bones dance for his mother the way you all are acting…”
The mule let slip an amused huff at the words, for the other raider did raise a valid point, and well… that would be quite the sight to see. What strange morals these Aodhians held, risking their necks for the sake of pride and a single child. If they all truly wished to die by the sword simply so the colt could live, what then, who did they expect to care for and raise him out here? Surely not the filthy pirates they so despised.
Vidalia waited patiently as Cipp questioned the duo, her weapon hovering lazily in the air, though it was still too close to Nova to be considered a comfortable distance from her neck.
Once she seemed content with the answer being genuine via a simple nod from Vladimir, the mare was quick to take control again, offering a supposed choice to the mule with her words, but not so much with her actions; trading positions with a few short, purposeful steps.
Truth be told, Vidalia was a little reluctant to inspect the spoils alone whilst tensions still ran high above on board, but one could also admit to the fact that their opponents hardly seemed equipped to deal with little more than a weather change, let a alone an onslaught by seasoned [w salt] raiders. Flicking her two toned tail nonchalantly in passive acceptance, she pivoted on her heel, jogging steadily to the hold and disappeared below deck to explore.
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Post by Gaybies on Jan 14, 2017 18:16:34 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. Mateo continued her charge, trusting a gut feeling that the pirate who dangled a blade at the young colt’s throat had no real intention of hurting him. She watched in the seconds it took for her to close the distance between them as Santiago assailed the tattooed stallion’s face over and over against, hooked talons at last finding hold and carving out a deep wound in the soft flesh of Vidar’s cheek. The bird could only avoid the swinging blade that slashed the air above for so long, narrowly avoiding a would-be fatal blow before he retreated back to the relative safety of the skies.
Mateo had been right in her feeling that the pirate leader wasn’t out for her son’s blood, not really, as he busied himself with herding the boy backwards towards the open railing. The stallion’s words echoed in her ears, as did the crack of hoof against flesh as he delivered a swift kick to Lorencio’s check and sent him toppling into the frigid water below. She was thankful time had been spent teaching the boy how to swim prior to their leaving for Onea, but how long would he last in the water? She shook her head, he was strong, he would be alright for a moment.
The Ambassador slid to a hard stop as the pirate lowered his horn to meet her, but the attempted stop came too late and her hooves slipped against the wet deck. Vidar’s horn would slice through the base of the mother’s neck and shoulder, embedding itself in the flesh briefly before skin gave way and crimson ran freely from the significant sized wound. Pain tore through Mateo as it felt as though muscle was stripped from bone and in that instant, she lost control of that fire she’d been wielding so confidently until that point.
Fire erupted over the merchant ship as her blessing whipped into frenzied action as a result of the intense pain. The sails of the merchant ship burst into flames. Ropes and canvas blazed in hues of red and orange and the scene was cast in an entirely different light as the fire spread quickly, the flames licking their way across the sail to the mast and onwards, burning pieces of canvas and rope would fall to the deck around those gathered. Mateo herself staggered and slammed into the weakened railing of the ship, one leg held limply, blood poured in rivers down her leg from the source, spattering the deck. It was about time her foolhardiness got the better of her. Her vision was blurred, but she knew well enough that the ship wouldn’t last at the current rate at which things spread.
From where she was, leaning against the railing, she craned her neck over to see if she could see Lorencio, blurred vision struggling to make out his small, spotted figure in the waves.
“Might want to hurry, if you’re planning on taking anything from this ship...” She managed at last, turning a look on the silhouetted captain as the sails blazed and the fire spread behind him.
(I hope everyone enjoys burning boats? Figured we would start heading for an ending to our chapter by having the Merchant ship sink.  )
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jan 16, 2017 14:55:56 GMT -6
Liri
Merchant
As soon as the thought finished in her head, all things went to hell. The stallion who stopped Einar's valiant attempt to help her pushed him into the water, the resounding splash hitting her heart like a hammer. Another splash sounded from across the ship, telling her that another met with the same icy cold result. That's not what made her cold though. It was the fact that the pirate stallion had pushed Einar overboard without a hint of emotion that ripped the small bandage she had on her heart.
It wasn't fear, or sadness, that rushed out. It was rage. Pure, unadulterated, rage. She'd felt it during the attack on the crucible, and when her supposed friend left her for dead, but not this strongly. She finally had a family, finally people whom she cared about since before her blood relatives had died. She sure as hell wasn't going to let them, these pirates, take this family away from her too.
No. Fucking. Way.
It all clicked now, as the mare in front of her looked on, clueless to what had transpired in the flaxen speckled appaloosa. Didn't notice as her stance became more sure, almost like she was gearing up for her last fight. But she did notice when she responded.
"Move it, over there." The mare said, pointing with her sword.
"...No."
And with perfect timing, the ambassador promptly light the beaten and battered ship into flames, perfectly matching the feelings roiling inside of Liri. They thought we were just pathetic commoners did they? Well, we are children of Ignacio. We have fire burning through our veins. We never go out without a fight.
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(OOC: Okay, it's official, Liri is a mother on the vengeance path... I have no regrets. XD *laughs maniacally* ) |
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