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Post by Queerly on Dec 16, 2016 15:07:37 GMT -6
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Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 305: Initiate!Plot Journal | Chapter III Journal | Plot Music
Team Leader: Godric Participants: Eshana, Byran, Alet, Konin 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 ONE post 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: For three long months, you have been waiting, strategizing, and carefully scraping together the necessary items for escape. With the Chevaliers moving you closer to Valore’s gates, now is the time to put your plan into action. The sweet, unassuming Eshana will distract the monitoring Chevalier out of sight, and while Godric keeps watch for witnesses, Byran and Alet will remove their bridles and overwhelm the guard. If all goes according to plan, one of you will be able to don the Chevaliers uniform... Time of Day: Late Afternoon |
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 16, 2016 21:57:40 GMT -6
182 days
six months
six long months
That's how long Godric had been trapped in the scum riddled city that was Valore. The name brought a foul taste to his tongue and almost made him spit. He had lived six long months in this hell hole; chained, slapped, spit upon and forced to do labour that no noble was willing to do. It was astounding to Godric that this was where he was born, where he was raised as a child. He could recall the days that he looked up at the shining buildings and the house of the king, remembered when he had asked his mother if they would ever get to live in such a nice place. He did not recall her answer, as hard as he tried her words always seemed to slip away from his grasping ears. Now the city caused nothing but hate in his mind, hate that fueled a fire so deep in his heart that Godric was sure that the inferno was going to engulf him, swallow him whole and spit him out, forever a slave to this damned city. He had felt himself almost losing the ever growing battle, felt his mind slip. But the memories of his fellow vindicators; of Dinah and those who followed her even though she did not demand them to. He thought of his wife, of when they had wed and the long nights and short days they had spent together. How he longed to sit under the stars and just be with her.
But now was not the time for such thoughts. Even though Godric had been locked in the gilded cage of Valore for six months, three of those had been spent planning. Rushed whispers in the dark, meetings lit by the stars above, words that only a select few were allowed to be heard. Three months of secrecy, of jumping at shadows and hoping that all the work would pull through. Now was the time for action, for justice and to be free of the cage that was Valore.
Glancing up, Godric took stock of what time it was, the sun just beginning to cast long shadows across the cobbled ground. He shifted uneasily on his hooves, his dark coat soaking in the descending rays and causing him to sweat slightly, his eyes narrow as he looked around the empty street. Today would be the day that five ordinary slaves would make their stand, for better or for worse.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 17, 2016 1:56:00 GMT -6
Alet
|| Stallion || 18.3 hh ||
The immense stallion stood head and shoulders above all of his fellow 'members' that made up a small coordinated escape party, all except the dark paint who had appointed himself the makeshift leader of this rag tag band that is. Alet began to grow desperate for freedom after the attack on the Crucible, it was the only reason he had agreed to help them achieve freedom...even if it meant Konin's as well. If only he could have escaped like so many others during the chaos but it seemed luck wasn't on his side, as if had ever been. He glared at the cobblestone beneath his hooves as teeth ground together, irritation rolled off the stallion in waves as he walked slowly to the empty street where they planned to meet at on this late afternoon, the long streaming fingers of the sun tried in vain to hold onto their grip of the sky and beautiful hues were painted in their wake. Flicking the thick forelock from his violet eyes he went over the plan in his head once more, his job was simple. Remove some bridles and overwhelm a guard...simple right? His size and strength made him one of the more capable for the task, toned muscles rippled over strong bones as he turned a corner and spotted the paint. What was his name again? Alet pondered for a moment before huffing and giving up on the endeavor, he wouldn't see the paint after today so he wasn't worth the effort. Once he was free it was every stallion for himself, Eshana on the other hand would have his protection until he was certain they were safe. While he hated everything with a pulse mare's were the only exception to this rule, they were the only soft spot left in his cold stone heart. He saw his mother in each pair of eyes, crying out for him to save her, to be her baby Ally again...but Ally had died when his precious brother Konin had been born. Shaking his head with another disgruntled huff Alet rolled his shoulders as he slowed to a stop near the paint and without making eye contact, actively avoiding it actually, he softly grunted in an effort to say ''Ready'' without wasting his breath on the stallion. His eyes scanned the area, searching for the rest of the party, mostly Eshana.
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Small disclaimer: I work a full time job mon-sat so I can only really post on my lunch and evening so I apologize in advance if I can be a bit slow, I will try my hardest to keep up tho! |
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Post by Shlup on Dec 17, 2016 5:44:19 GMT -6
|| Bryan | Stallion | 14.5 hh ||
The rather short stallion stood with the rest of the hoard. Three months, they had waited. Three months, they had been preparing. That gave Bryan three months to contact Deidra. Yet here he was. In the middle of this blasted rebellion, without so much as a word spoken to the speckled mare. He let out a frustrated sigh. Between the Chevaliers watchful gazes and the stupid secret rebellion meetings he simply was out of time. The mere thought of his plan failing caused him to stomp his hoof in frustration as his ears flickered back. With another sigh, he brought his gaze to the sky. The pastel hues decorated the sky as the sun gave one last effort to dominate the sky, but he would undoubtable fail. Just like Bryan had with his plans to ruin the rebellion. He shook his head, as he needed it in the game not self-pitying.
His pale gaze scanned the equines around him, their rebellion had dwindled in numbers. Either some chickening out or dying. Mainly dying, as they are labour slaves. There was now only five. Godric, the self-proclaimed leader was the only one Bryan recognised. His eyes locked on to the stallion that provided an opportunity for him to impress the speckled slave trader. He wanted to hate the stallion but they had done nothing wrong. After all, it’s not his fault that Bryan was incapable of making contact. It was those damn Chevaliers, or his untrustworthy nature. No. He would blame the Chevaliers.
With a roll of his eyes he assessed his fellow slaves, two seemed to look quite similar to each other and the third, well he could’ve sworn he had seen her before. But he just assumed it was at one of the many secret meetings. It seemed as likely as any other way. But none of these equines held his attention for long. He was itching to take his frustrations out on something, namely an unsuspecting Chevalier.
The striped, dark roan rolled his shoulders, releasing some of the tension the sat between his shoulders. He had to decide whether or not to betray his fellow slaves. The information couldn’t reach Deidra’s ears and if he were to betray the rebellion now, he would surely die in the Dark District. But if he aided the rebellion, he could return to his beloved Onea… never to see Deidra again. The dilemma had kept him up the previous night. Would he really return to Onea? Yes, it was home but he has nothing there. But then again, he doesn’t have anything anywhere. Ugh. How he hated the internal turmoil. Suddenly everything became difficult when he was separated from the speckled mare.
He shook his head to free himself from his thoughts, the slave bridal jingling as he did so. The pleasant sound was oddly irritating to Bryan. Actually, everything seemed to be. With another sigh, he returned his gaze to the large leader of the rebellion. Nodding sharply. He was ready to get this over with.
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Post by naporierizia on Dec 17, 2016 18:50:14 GMT -6
Konin Stallion | 15.3hh
The young stallion ground his teeth against the bit in his mouth as he walked. His skin crawled with both excitement and nerves. The shadows grew gradually, stretching their way across the streets, reaching out their greedy fingers to devour everything they touched. Darkness... both an enemy and a friend. It stole away from him what was left of his sight, but all the same it offered him a place to hide, to disappear from the sight of the others. He was gradually learning to use it to his advantage, as much as he hated it. While others lived in the dark only part of the day, his life was nothing but, and because of this, he had an advantage. He, who was accustomed to getting around with low visibility, was far more capable of making his way through the darkness than even those who could see. For this reason only, while he still hated the darkness that stole the last remaining speck of his vision from him, he welcomed the growing shadows.
Konin stepped into the empty street, his alert ears perked forward as he counted the shadows that had gathered here. It seemed all but one had arrived. Which it was that was late, he was unsure, though guessing by the size of those who were here, sadly, his brother was not absent. Of the horses who had gathered three months ago, some had left, and others had joined. It seemed they were on a content rotation for a small while, but in the end, it was just five who would commit to the escape... and one of them he still didn't trust was fully decided. He had tried to prevent his brother from ever hearing of the rebellion, but sadly word traveled pretty fast, and he learned of it anyways. He hated to think that the brute might escape too. He didn't deserve to leave. This was where he belonged, as far as Konin was concerned. Himself on the other hand... well, he didn't know where he belonged. All he knew was that he wasn't about to submit another year of his life away under someone else's careless rule.
He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, along with all other thoughts or emotions that might possibly get in the way of their goal. They had a job to do, and he wasn't about to let a rivalry or self-pity keep him from freedom. He would give his everything to get out of here, and as he had agreed, he would do what it took to assure the others made it out as well. It was all or none, that was how he saw it.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Dec 17, 2016 21:57:44 GMT -6
єѕнαηα | мαяє | ℓαвσυя ѕℓανє{A shiver passed through Eshana's body as she watched the shadows gradually grow longer, dusk quickly descending upon the land. Anticipation had set her mind and heart afire, sparking continuously with the possibilities and potential impacts that lay mere hours away. It was the time to act, that much she knew, but what would become of them still remained in the hooves of the gods.
Their numbers were small, reduced to a band of mere five in the months that proceeded that first, fateful meeting. Perhaps it was for the best they remained such a small group, when faced with such odds it really was all or nothing. Not all had seemed remarkably willing that initial night to lay down their lives for a mere chance, and a far fetched one at that. The scar that marred her neck still tingled when rubbed the wrong way, a constant reminder of the strength possessed by the Chevaliers they were so intent on eluding. Yet, truth be told, the time for questioning her role in such a rebellion was long since passed, broken the moment she had followed that vague rumour to hear Godric's passionate words. Her life was her own, and tonight would be the last another would be allowed to call themselves master of it; for better, or for worse.
Sucking in a deep, steadying breath as she gathered her courage, Eshana set out into the long shadows, quick strides following a path well worn into her memory in the past months. Above, Taran wheeled and flitted from rooftop to rooftop, her feathered companion careful not to alert any to her position as she slipped elegantly into the darkness, moving quite nearly as one with the flowing shadows. A talent picked up by necessity more than anything else, but a useful skill nonetheless. Her presence was expected, and with hushed strides closing the distance between herself and her comrades, Eshana quietly moved to meld herself with their little band. Over time she had come to know each of them by face, if not all yet quite by name. Though she knew each would likely follow them own path when this was all over, for now they were allies, bonded by the chains placed upon each of them against their will. Despite her fluttering heart, Eshana stood stoic and proud among the stallions, knowing she would do all she could to ensure they all reached safety, away from the clutches of Valore. Alone she could not do this, but perhaps together, they at least had a chance.
What last anxiety clutched at her giving away to dogged determination, Eshana briefly allowed her gaze to alight on her companions, before her cyan eyes ultimately fell expectantly upon Godric.
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Post by Queerly on Dec 18, 2016 21:05:51 GMT -6
 It's time. The plan is this: Sweet, unassuming Eshana will distract your guard into relative isolation, and together Konin, Alet, and Byran will neutralize him. Godric will keep watch as one of you dons the Chevalier's armor. Be swift, and try not to attract any attention.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 19, 2016 0:21:34 GMT -6
Godric turned as he heard the soft sound of hooves against cobble, eyes narrowing and ears flicking as he expected a chevalier or another unknown slave. He let himself relax slightly when he realised it was the first of the few slaves who had agreed to go through with the plan. He nodded his head at him, before turning his gaze back to where he had been previously staring. His muscles felt tense, his shoulders and neck stiff as he tried to calm his running mind; he needed to be focused for this, they all did. Another horse joined, and Godric nodded once more, remembering the stallion from previous times. He had been the wary one, the one who had almost run off the first fateful night. Godric was still suspicious of him, but if he was here it meant that he was willing to go through with this. Another stallion and finally a mare, one with a recognisable gash across her neck. The pink scar brought the memories of that night come flooding to his mind, how they had gathered and how they had been so quickly found. He remembered the red blood that glistened silver under the moon, remembered the copper smell. Again, he nodded his head before fully turning and diverting his attention fully to the four gathered horses. They were small in number, but all they needed was to overtake one lone chevalier.
Letting out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding, Godric lifted his head "Listen, we all know why we're here, and I can assure you after this there is no going back. You either get free, or you die under an Aodhain blade. We need to get a chevaliers armour; it's the only way to get out of the city with a chain of slaves following behind. Now, I've been scouting here for a while. There's a chevalier who makes his rounds here every hour; he stops and makes sure that nothing is going on with any other slaves and then goes on his way" Godric explained, gesturing his head in the direction of the street just in front of the alley. "Now, Eshana...I know you went through a lot the first time we gathered but I need you to get his attention, doesn't matter how, and get him down this alley. say there's a fight or that something's happening," He gazed at her intently, speaking clearly so that she understood."I know it's scary, but my face is too recognizable and a male chevalier will be more willing to follow a distressed female slave rather than a male" Turning his head to the other three, he spoke "You three to be at the dead-end of the alley, ready to pounce. He has to go down quick and with little sound. Here," he held out a knife, offering it to any who wanted it "Get him down quick. I'll keep watch while one of you three gets the armour on," letting out a deep breath, Godric nodded "If we're still alive after that, I'll explain the rest of the plan" Glancing behind himself, he clenched his teeth around the bit in his mouth "Let's get those bridles off first".
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Chevalier Jeremiah (NPC)
Letting out a huff, Jeremiah chewed on a piece of apple as he slowly walked down his patrol route, tossing the core to the cobbled street without a second glance. Tilting his neck, he tried to stretch his aching muscles, grunting as the sun reflected off his shiny armour and directly into his eyes. Damn, that slave had really gone to town when he had said to shine it. Letting out a bored groan, he looked up at the cloudy sky. Why oh why did he have to get stuck on this duty! It was always so boring, nothing ever happened around here. Leaning against a wall, Jeremiah determined that he needed a good break after doing a whole lot of nothing.
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Post by naporierizia on Dec 19, 2016 21:08:49 GMT -6
Konin Stallion | 15.3hh
The sound of steady hooves approaching drew Konin's attention around to the last horse to join them. It seemed at last they were all here. It was now then. No more waiting, no more planning, no more anticipating. At long last the day had come for them to escape... or at least try. Three months had passed, but to him, it felt like a lifetime. In a way though, he supposed, it was. He had been waiting all his life for the moment he could finally be free of this hell in which he was forced to remain. Today though, today he would escape, be it by breaking the chains that bond him... or by being chocked by their hold until his useless life came to an end. The thought made a shiver run down his spine. This was it. It was literally life or death. They either succeeded, or they failed. There was no in between. It was settled then, he would do whatever it took to get out, no matter what... even if that meant working together with his brother.
The silence was suddenly broken, the dark stallion speaking, going over the plan which they had discussed many times before once more. He listened carefully, intently noting every detail, making sure he couldn't forget a single thing. The plan in words sounded simple enough: lure in the chevalier and take him down, but pulling it through would not be so easy. That didn't really matter though. They had to, there was no other option, and so they would. When Godric offered the knife to them, he was eager to take it. He didn't trust either of the others to have it in their possession. The smaller stallion was not committed enough to the cause and Alet... well Alet had proven himself untrustworthy many times before. Sadly though, he had not been fast enough, his older brother snatching the item before he could react. His ears pinned and he ground at the bit in his mouth again, though he refrained from saying anything. His brother would be certain to follow the plan, of this he was sure. The brute wanted out of here as badly as the rest of them. He would just have to keep a close watch of him in the aftermath, were they to succeed of course.
"Let's get those bridles off first." The words were like music to his ears. Yes, get this damned thing off of me. He couldn't stand the feeling of steel in his mouth, and the fact that it disabled his blessing, making it completely useless to have ever bothered getting the thing, only made it all the more hated. He lowered his head, rubbing his pole against his right knee in hopes of maybe getting the thing off himself. He only really had one ear holding it there, thanks to his dear brother, and so perhaps he could get it off himself. He wasn't too excited about the idea of someone else trying take it off. That was far too close for his comfort. Sadly though, it was no use. He let out a long sigh as he lifted his head once more. Well, he supposed he was going to have to trust this small group of brave horses anyways, if they were going to get out of here, and they would have to trust him just the same. For the next few hours at least, they had no other choice. Might as well start by helping each other be rid of their bridles.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Dec 20, 2016 0:47:22 GMT -6
єѕнαηα | мαяє | ℓαвσυя ѕℓανє {Eshana could only bring herself to nod curtly as Godric recited the plan, not quite trusting her voice at the moment. There was sound logic to such a strategy, that she could not deny, but even that fact was not quite enough to quiet the flutter that was trapped within her chest. Anxiety that had only moments before been pushed aside blossomed anew, and with the fresh jolt of adrenaline striking her veins, Eshana felt a slight tremble begin in her muscles. Shifting her forelegs and fidgeting with the metal that bit coldly inside her mouth, the grey mare allowed only the brief shuffle of her forelegs to give any insight to the turmoil that was brewing within her mind. Godric's words were reassuring, and though she was loath to admit it, he was right; she was downright terrified. So much had the potential to go horribly wrong, and their very lives were at stake. Never before had she considered herself much of a gambler, yet at that moment she was throwing herself at the high odds, placing her most precious possession down as payment. Still, Eshana knew she would not, and could not, back down. In the months following that first night, this moment had morphed into something more than just about herself. Though she could not claim to know them all that well, the stallions that stood alongside her mattered just as much, if not more, than she. Some had been unfortunate souls born to the city, never given the opportunity to taste freedom as she had. Others were not unlike her, most likely with family and friends waiting, and hoping, for their safe return. Even if she did not have the courage to do this for herself, Eshana knew she had it within her for them. It was her parents that had taught her well that way, and not even years of being confined to Valore could strip the values the Old Generation has bestowed upon her. "Just tell me when to move, and I'll get it done," Eshana replied evenly to Godric, surprising herself with the calm in her own voice. Her cyan eyes watched carefully as the knife was offered up to the remaining stallions, a certain unease seeming to be passed between them. The distrust that existed between each of them was not unwarranted, but not exactly reassuring either. There was no doubt in her mind that to get through this relatively unscathed, they would each have to rely on each other, even if only for a little while longer. Post 2 | 414 words |
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 20, 2016 1:10:04 GMT -6
Alet
|| Stallion || 18.3 hh ||
A sigh of relief left his lips at the sight of Eshana, not only was she crucial to he plan but she was the only one out of this small band that he cared about, even if it was only a sliver it counted for more than the rest, especially his brother Konin. His sigh of relief turned into a sneer at the sight of the weakling, how he had been chosen to a part of this escape party would always perplex him, the only strength he has was his mind and in this situation they already had that covered with the black paint that was their leader...for the moment. If Konin had been closer he would have taken a swift bite out of his brother in order to remind him who was boss around here but it seemed his baby brother was one step ahead of him and had angled himself far out of his reach. He still managed a wicked grin in his direction as he puffed up, holding his head in a high arch but this show wasn't as much for Konin ( his lack of sight caused him to miss more of the beautiful details) but for the rest of them. He was trying to label himself as one to not be crossed and show why he was here, his size and strength would be his ticket out of here, the only gift he had ever received from his chevalier father. He detested the Chevaliers, most were brutes who abused the mares instead of protecting them and his father had left a bitter taste in his mouth, serenading his mother before tossing her to the side as if she meant nothing. Again he had to shake his head in an effort to clear his head, it always ran away with him, this was a time to concentrate. His job was simple, murder the chevalier and escape. He listened with half interest as their leader explained the plan once more, as if they all hadn't already memorized each detail of their assigned roles and Alet couldn't help but pin his ears back when the paint stallion spoke to Eshana, as if trying to coax her into her role and assure her of what she needed to do. "We all know our parts." He barked, his lip curling up at the corner as he snatched the knife from the paint, knowing well that he was best suited to wielding it, "Let's get on with it." Violet eyes flashed with hatred as they fell upon Konin and watched his feeble attempt to remove his bridle, this was his chance. Alet began to saunter towards his brother, knife held close and pointed at his brothers bridle straps. "Don't move Konie...I'd just hate to cut you~!" This time his voice was softer, a taunting purr as he not only used his pet name for his lil brother but also slipped in a not to soft threat. "I've never used one of these before, excuse me if I'm a bit clumsy with the first cut." If you knew Alet or Konin you had to know the pair hated one another with fiery passion, each blaming their other of the loss of their mother and a sibling rivalry she accidentally created. If Konin might be willing to work with Alet for the sake of freedom the same could be said for Alet but that didn't mean he wouldn't torture his brother for the remainder of the time he had to spend in his vile presence.
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Post by Shlup on Dec 20, 2016 2:03:15 GMT -6
|| Bryan | Stallion| Labour Slave ||
Bryan watched with what can only be described as extreme indifference. The only thing he cared about was his blown chance at impressing Deidra and in return failing to impress her. She would never take him back now. He shook himself from his reminiscing, pale eyes scanning over the horses around him. Yep. They all were finally here. Now they could get on with the plan. Bryan stared at their leader as he once again ran through the plan, explaining in a little more detail. But Bryan still didn’t see the point. They had been through all of this before. Kill anything that stands in their way, end of story, no discussion necessary.
His gaze was brought to a mouthy stallion, who barked that they knew what to do. The calm tones of the mare getting lost before they could reach Bryan’s ears. This caused Bryan’s eyebrows to knit together. Rude. Hold on. He remembered that attitude. Could it be the mouthy stallion from the first meeting? No. He was short, not as short as Bryan but still much shorter than this behemoth. Bryan puffed up as the stallion snatched the knife off their leader. Who said that he would be best to wield the weapon? Rude. He really didn’t like this stallions attitude and he hoped that it would improve as the plan came into action. He lifted his head as he watched the encounter between the oddly similar horses before him. They seemed to know each other. Yet, Bryan couldn’t help but feel that they disliked each other… immensely. This caused him to chuckle. He wouldn’t be the one to fail the rebellion after all, he believes that it would be the two stallions rivalry.
With a sigh, he brought his gaze to the cobblestone path beneath his hooves. This was going to be a long night. His head was lifted as he grew impatient. “The Chevalier could be around at any moment, so put your rivalry aside and for Kaia’s sake, stop playing with each other!” His voice had a certain force behind it, but it wasn’t loud enough to echo of the surfaces around them. He was sick of all this delaying. They needed to be swift, and the petty rivalry between the stallions was not helping.
If he could not please Deidra, then he was better off anywhere else. He could not stand to see the look of disappointment in her eyes anymore.
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Post by naporierizia on Dec 20, 2016 13:20:48 GMT -6
Konin Stallion | 15.3hh
Konin wasn't surprised by his brother's impatience. In fact he would have been surprised if he hadn't shown some sort of irritation during this whole thing. He wasn't all that agreeable of a stallion, after all. It made him wonder why anyone would allow him to join them in their endeavor. At the same time though... perhaps his rashness was necessary. All the others here were so hesitant. They knew what had to be done, but when it came down to it, could any of them actually do it? He hated to admit that they might need the brute after all... no, he wouldn't admit it, not even to himself.
Speaking of the devil... his gaze shifted when the large equine walked over to him so calmly, almost as if he were doing a happy dance, knife in his possession. His ears pinned back as the blade was pointed at his bridle and his brother's putrid breath floated into his nostrils. "Don't move Konie... I'd just hate to cut you~!" His skin crawled at the mention of his girly pet name. Darn right you would. He thought to himself, malice and hatred filling his blue eyes. A storm was raging, and it was clear to see as he glared at his brother. If looks had the power to kill, his brother would be stone cold dead in an instant. There was nothing he despised more than the one who stood in front of him right now, all too pleased about the opportunity which had presented itself. He could refuse his help, have someone else pull the thing off... but his pride wouldn't allow it.
"Why Ally, I didn't know you cared." While his gaze was sharp, his voice was sweet, laced perfectly with a pleasant poison that would surely make burn the wound he knew he had cut. Never before had he ventured as far as to use his brother's pet name in front of him. He knew far too well that it would be the end of him. Tonight though, with the others bearing witness and their destination over the horizon, he was feeling particularly brave. He grinned, a devious smirk pulling the tip of his pink muzzle. He knew that would hurt, if only he could see the look in his brother's eyes right now... not that he needed to. The sudden sharp pain at his cheek told him plenty enough. He asked for that, though he couldn't care the least. He knew that words cut far deeper than steel.
He was about to speak again when a voice cut through his fixation, causing his ear to turn toward it. Playing with each other? How could he think such a thing? He was innocent. Merely the victim to his brother's cruelty. He had been behaving himself, minding his own business after all. He smirked at the thought. Might as well leave it to appear that way. His attention returned to his sibling. "You heard the stallion, brother, we have work to do." He said smoothly, a flash of lightning darting through the storm in his eyes.
And then the last strap was cut, and the bridle's death grip over his head was released. Triumphantly he tossed his head, flinging the bridle at the wall where it could hide in the shadows, never to be thought of again. At that moment it was like someone had thrown open the curtain, letting the light rush into the room. Everyone around him suddenly became so much more clear, their location made aware to him through a sense that none could even begin to imagine who were not blessed as he. Their size and build formed in his imagination, drawing for him a picture of what they looked like. Even their current state of mind met his awareness, and he grinned, satisfied at the mood of his brother.
That wasn't all though. Another body came to his attention, one much farther away then the rest. He focused on it, drawing his attention to it's location and current state. They were stationary, he noticed after a moment, not moving at the time but yet resting, perhaps. It had to be the chevalier. No others would be here at this time. He picked up a sense of boredom from the equine, and couldn't help but grin. Well, they could remedy that for him. "He's not coming yet," Konin spoke, turning his attention to the stallion who had moments ago lectured he and his brother. "He's a ways off still." He added, his ear flicking in the general direction as he focused on the equine of question. "Roughly..." he was silent a moment, his eyes turning cloudy, more so than usual, as if he were staring elsewhere, deep into the abyss of another world. Determining the exact distance of the chevalier was not so easy as it was to detect him. It took far more concentration, but with effort, he managed to come up with an estimate. "two blocks away, I would say." His gaze returned to those present, glancing over them before falling on the stallion who called the shots. He may have been a half blind, week young stallion, but it was now that he got to prove he did have some worth after all.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 21, 2016 21:45:23 GMT -6
Godric quickly helped the three stallions to get their bridles off, carefully reaching over their ears and pulling back the leather straps with his teeth. Eshana would need to keep hers on to not rouse suspicions with the chevalier...once they were out of the city they could finally take off the damned magic blockers for good. When it was his turn, Godric leant his head forward and patiently waited as one of them helped him to slip the leather past his ears, gravity taking care of the rest. Landing with a metallic clank, Godric let out a loud sigh of relief as the dampening effects dissipated, closing his eyes for a moment to savour the feeling. The blindness in his eye may have hindered him slightly, but the effects that the damned enchanted bridals had was absolutely horrible; it always made Godric feel like he was blind and deaf, his world dampened around him.
When Godric finally lifted his head, he was greeted with two of the horses arguing and threatening each other. Furrowing his brows and narrowing his eyes, Godric stepped forward and raised his head "If you two don't knock it off, I'll knock your heads so hard together that you'll be seeing stars for the next month" He growled, his voice deep and full of sincerity. He wouldn't let anyone ruin this plan, not after being trapped for so long in this gilded cage. Stepping past them, he stopped at the entrance of the ally. He flicked his ears when one of them talked, nodding once and looking back to Eshana "Alright, it's time to go" he said, nodding at her with a look of hope and determination in his eyes "Just get him over here and we'll do the rest."
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Chevalier Jeremiah (NPC)
Stretching out his neck, Jeremiah yawned loudly once more and looked up at the high sun, squinting and blinking rapidly as he was half-blinded. Looking away, he stood up straight and started walking back down the street, unsuspectingly towards the ally where the band crouched in wait. He didn't think much of it when a grey mare stepped out, figuring she was taking out the trash or something. She was pretty far away and as bored as he was, he didn't feel like picking on her right now. Maybe later he'd sniff her out and have some fun. Eh, he still had a lot of time on his shift. Little did he know that his shift was about to get a whole lot more exciting.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 21, 2016 22:32:46 GMT -6
Alet
|| Stallion || 18.3 hh ||
A devious grin split the stallions face, twisted into something darker than it had been before, as he only listened to his little brother's weak protests and effort to harm his pride by using his mother's pet name for him. The forbidden name made his movements turn jerky for a moment as he teeth clenched tightly around the bit in his mouth and one could visibly see his jaw set into a hard line, violet eyes flashing with danger as they narrowed, glaring at Konin with pure hatred. Konin had stolen his mother and yet had the audacity to call him by the pet name she alone used for him, he had crossed the line. Usually Konin wasn't this brave, this was unusual behavior for the brother known to cower from his touch and cry for their mother, and Alet didn't like being talked back to. A single ear snapped to the side in order to catch the small roan's words but was intent on ignoring them, for now, he was on a mission. When he was close enough he lunged forward, clapping his teeth together with an angry audible clack as the blade tore into the flesh of Konin's cheek, he made sure the cut was deep, as deep as his brother had tried to cut him with his words. After slicking his brothers hide and bridle he felt slightly better about himself and the indignant words Konin had dared to say. "I don't care and you know it Konie." He purred before turning his angry violet eyes to the other, smaller, stallions around him and snorted loudly, rolling his eyes and letting out a raspy laugh, trying to reel in his temper with dry humor. Reluctantly he allowed Godiric close enough to remove his bridle and with the bridle now removed from his head he played with the inside of his mouth, soft pink tongue exploring it as if it was his first time as he held on tightly to the knife, making sure none could steal it from him. Now that he had a weapon he wouldn't let go of it until they escaped or he laid lifeless on the cobblestone streets. He felt his blood flash with heat upon hearing their scolding words, who did they think they were? His mother? How dare they...he was here to free himself, not them, let alone be ordered around like some slave. Amusement fluttered in his chest at the sound of Konin so proudly speaking about where the stallion was, even if the blind fool couldn't see where he was only to be completely ignored, he liked to see his brother puff with the thought of being useful for once but none seemed to hear him and if they did none cared about what he had said. "Would you like me to play with you instead?" He murred softly at the tiny roan stallion, danger flashing across his innocently violet eyes, as if daring the roan to speak to him like that again, then his gaze trailed over to the black paint, their supposed leader. "Try it..." He growled right back, glaring down at their 'leader', "I'm only here to escape, not make friends. I'll kill anyone who get's in my way of freedom, that's why you have me here after all. Fuck with me and I'll fuck you right back." Alet then turned his gaze to the street before them and Eshana, the one member here he could never be mean to, he angled himself in the alley so that when she led the chevalier to them that he could get between the guard and her easily in order to protect her from getting hurt on this mission, damn fools had let her fall to harm in the last one. He would make sure that mistake didn't happen again. Keeping his eyes on the cobblestone Alet breathed out softly, trying to make sure only Eshana heard his words, "I will protect you, don't worry. No one will harm a single hair on you as long as I still draw breath Eshana. Stick with me and I will make sure we both get out of here alive..."
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Post by Shlup on Dec 21, 2016 23:36:21 GMT -6
|| Bryan | Stallion | 14.5 hh ||
Bryan tilted his head so that whomever was removing his bridal had better access at the cursed thing. Once he felt it fall from his face he couldn’t help but stand a bit taller, even though they were not free yet. Bryan felt it. In return for Godric’s good deed, Bryan lifted himself so that he was now tall enough to remove the larger stallion’s bridal as well. With his mind made up over Deidra, Bryan found himself getting more involved in the rebellion. He would rather die that return to life as a slave, even if it was for Deidra.
His attention was turned to the other large stallion as he retorted to Bryan’s earlier comment. To this Bryan rolled his eyes. He only had to put up with it for another night. No longer, besides out in the world beyond Valore, Bryan could kill. He found himself ignoring the large brute’s retorts to everyone. He was clearly not liked within the group, he had ensured that.
His gaze returned to the streets in the direction where the smaller stallion said the Chevalier was. “Two blocks…” He mused, mainly to himself. It was a reminder that he only had a short while with the overly irritating stallion and then he would be free to do whatever he felt like. Two Blocks and then they were one their path to freedom.
Their leaders voice returned his attention back to the group. It was time. Bryan had thought of ruining the rebellion before. But now he felt as though this would be his last chance at living.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Dec 22, 2016 1:13:06 GMT -6
єѕнαηα | мαяє | ℓαвσυя ѕℓανє {The stallions' bickering was doing little to put her already fluttering heart at ease, and without meaning to Eshana's forelegs shuffled at their own accord. This was not what she had prepared herself for, discontentment running rampant among their own little groups of rebels. Such a development left her more dumbfounded than she cared to admit, unsure of how to proceed when those who were meant to support her were busy engaged within their own personal quarrels. Within her own mind she wished to lash out verbally, to bluntly state the words that welled to the forefront of her mind. Alas, it would seem the years of playing the part of a slave had made her compliant, and the words she wished to utter died in her throat. At least Godric remained vigilant, sternly snapping at the siblings. Although Alet's gentle words were reassuring in a way, admittedly the scene that had just played out before her eyes had left her wary. Eshana spared the dark stallion a brief nod of acknowledgement before angling her ears to catch Godric's final words to her. It was time, whether or not the young mare felt prepared for it. Sparing a moment to take in one last steadying breath, she began to move towards the entrance of the alleyway, not altogether worried about the quick pace her own nervousness set. Never before had she been much of an actor, and perhaps her only saving grace in this situation was the true fear that was coursing through her body. A distressed mare was not far from the truth, despite the fact Eshana despised admitting it. There was a part of her that truly wished to be braver, and stronger, but for now she would work with what she had. Perhaps it would just be enough to get her through this. A soft tremble seized her muscles once more as she stepped away from the comforting darkness of the alleyway, immediately into the view of the approaching Chevalier. He was just as Konin said he was, slowly patrolling a couple blocks away. Despite the near overwhelming desire to put her head down and walk past without a scene, Eshana quickened her pace to trot shakily towards the stallion, certain the fear had come to touch the depths of her eyes. Breath came in quick gulps despite the mild exertion, and in her mind her thoughts were reeling, desperately attempting to come up with a coherent phrase to utter. In the back of her mind there were nagging thoughts, speaking of the family and friends he was no doubt about to leave behind. Eshana had no choice but to push such empathy aside as she strode ever closer to the stallion. He would never show such mercy towards her, why should she even begin to show the slightest amount to him? It was him or them, of that much she was dead certain. The point of no return had come and gone in those split seconds of leaving behind the safety of that alleyway, and Eshana was left only to pray to the gods that the others would be ready when she once again drew near. As the Chevalier's features became ever clearer, she could almost imagine throwing herself at their mercy. "Please," Eshana finally shouted desperately as she drew nearer, this time allowing the waver to enter her voice as she lowered her head submissively. "There's a few stallions.... I... I don't know what to do..." Post 3 | 581 words |
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 26, 2016 0:19:24 GMT -6
Sneering at Alet, he bared his teeth and used his height to his advantage, pressing into Alet's personal face "Listen, you may be the elder here but by all means ill gladly run you into the ground," he spat "I've got the same mindset as you, and I'll be damned if this feud between you idiots gets us killed" he growled, pushing past Alet to watch Eshana leave. He rolled his eyes at his overly cringy and gooey words, wondering if Eshana was feeling better or worse. Nodding at her again, he watched as she left before slipping out of the alley himself and crossing the street to the adjacent hallway. There would be no way for the Chevelair to escape.
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Chevalier Jeremiah (NPC)
Turning his head as he heard approaching hooves, Jeremiah cocked a brow as the grey mare hurried towards him, almost panicked. She seemed shaky; eyes wide and chest rising and falling unevenly. Frowning, he stood up straight and looked down at her as she finally reached him. Ears forward, he looked at he with some disdain in his eyes "What's the problem, slave" he questioned, his voice commanding. Jeremiah looked down upon her, wishing she would hurry up and spit it out "Stallions? Doing what?" he barked, beginning to move forward, drawing his blade. He made his way to the alley the slave had motioned to, his armour loudly clanking together as he moved. Approaching the dark alley way, he quickly turned the corner, making his way down the hallway to the other corner. Unknowingly, A shadow slowly stepped out a few feet behind him and slowly followed, blocking any means of escape and stopping Eshana from following him in. Bearing his teeth, Godric quickly barked out "Get him" into the darkness that lay before the chevalier.
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Post by Shlup on Dec 26, 2016 16:25:15 GMT -6
|| stallion | BRYAN | 14.5 hh ||
He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the overly macho display that was going on between the larger stallions of the group. He just wanted to get this over with so that he could move on with his life, but he knew he could not do that if this plan failed. With tensions high, Bryan was about to open up his mouth and say something he would’ve probably regretted but the sound of metal armour rattling together brought his ears forwards and his pale gaze to the alley entrance. His dark head peeking out from his hiding place in the middle of the alleyway so that he may see where the Chevalier would come to a stop.
The Chevalier made his way down the dark dead-ended alleyway, finally stopping once he reached the large wall deep within the alleyway. A mouse trapped among snakes. Bryan’s pale gaze spotted the shadow, of whom he was unsure, block the Chevaliers entrance. His muscles tensed and his eyes narrowed on his target. His heart began to thrum steadily in his chest, his breath steady. All he was waiting on was the order. As the seconds passed he found a small smile reaching his face, this Chevalier was dead and he didn’t even know it.
Get him. Those were the words he had been waiting on. He lunged, no hesitation. His hooves made satisfying ‘thunks’ on the cobblestone path as the ploughed towards the Chevalier. He opened his mouth as he kicked off with his back feet, hoping to sink his teeth into the Chevalier and knock them off their balance. But, Bryan didn’t consider the coverage of the armour. His teeth met their mark with a metallic ‘clang’, before they slid off the Chevalier. He teeth were throbbing under the impact but this didn’t dishearten the War-Forged warrior, no, he knew he still had the force behind his lunge and so he used his full strength to attempt to topple over the beacon of Valore’s control.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Dec 27, 2016 13:37:53 GMT -6
єѕнαηα | мαяє | ℓαвσυя ѕℓανє {The Chevalier's demeanour, riddled with snivelling derision, was enough to ease the doubts within Eshana's mind. No, this stallion would never have helped them given the chance. If he had known of that rebellion brewing within those five slaves, they would have found the very blade he carried slashed across each of their vulnerable necks. They were property, meant to be controlled, and nothing more to this stallion. It was an effort to force her ears from pinning as she had watched the stallion's reaction to her words, blood beginning to boil at the disdainful look he flashed her. The shaking that had seized her body faded, that small gesture justifying much of what they were looking to accomplish that day. No more were the doubts that they were ending a life that may have aided them given a chance. Phantom pain still flickered across the scar that cut across her neck, and she knew that he would not hesitate to add another if he knew of her dreams. This stallion was just like the one she had watched slain at her feet, his blood painting the cobblestone and bearing with it the full, brute force of reality. Their freedom could not be given, only taken. If the Chevalier noticed the change in her body language, he did not react, instead intent on pushing past her towards the alleyway that held his fate. Godric shadowed him almost instantly, and Eshana found her path blocked by the stallion as he closed in upon their prey. Just as well, with a bridle still secured around her head and next to know combat skills to speak of, her presence would likely be more of a hinderance than anything. Now, all there was left to do was watch. Post 4 | 294 words |
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Post by naporierizia on Dec 27, 2016 20:18:13 GMT -6
Konin Stallion | 15.3hh
The young stallion payed very little mind to the 'leader's' words. He was behaving himself, after all. Sure, he may have shot some carefully poisoned words his brother's way, but he had asked for it. And besides, he was the one with blood running down his cheek. He rolled his eyes at the way his brother retaliated to the others bossing him about. Even so, as much as he hated it, he still wasn't wrong. They needed him here... annoyingly enough. Still though, they definitely shouldn't have given him the knife, though it was too late to decide that. There was no getting it back now.
In the end his attempt to be worth something to the group seemed hardly noticed. It was like they didn't even care. Sure, they went to action, but at the very least they could have acknowledged him, thanked him for the update. His ear flicked when the smaller of the stallions mumbled under his breath. Well, at least he knew they had heard him. He tried not to take it personally. They were all under a lot of stress he was sure... that didn't mean he wouldn't try all the harder to pull his weight (or more, at that) in this endeavor. He watched the mare depart, and kept her in his mind even afterwords as she approached the chevalier. He stood quietly as the two neared, and soon after came quickly their way. Not saying a word he moved to the side, taking place in the shadows where he would wait patiently for the ambush to begin.
The wait felt like forever. It was like he was watching them take one tiny step at a time. Soon though they entered the alley and Godric crept up behind to block the exit. His muscles tensed, skin twitching as he leaned forward, ready to bolt the instant it was time. Then the command was given, and he was off that very instant. The smaller stallion was closer, and met the Chevalier first. His ear perked at the sound of teeth clanking against mettle. Right, he would likely be covered in armor, protecting him from a physical assault... to some degree at least. That didn't matter though, not to him. His fighting style rarely involved square kicks or bites anyways. Because of his size and strength being so much less than most others, he had to learn to use other advantages. He might not have been the biggest, strongest horses around, but he was certain he was one of the quickest and most agile.
In the very instant that he heard Bryan's teeth hit the armor his plan of attack changed. With the other stallion lounging from one side, Konin veered around, his hooves skiding on the pavement as he darted to the other side and dove down onto his knees, ducking so that his body would be lower than the stallion's. With Bryan's shove from the opposite side and him preventing the stallion from catching himself, there would be virtually no way for him to remain on his hooves. All they had to do was get him on the ground and Alet would be able to finish him. It would be quick, just as it should, before he could even begin to think about calling for back-up. To ensure that beyond a doubt he would fall, Konin closed his teeth around a back leg and yanked hard.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 27, 2016 21:14:26 GMT -6
Alet
|| Stallion || 18.3 hh ||
The smaller roan seemed to back down after hearing his words, and most likely realizing just how outmatched he was, but their 'leader' was intent on having the last word. Alet glowered at him, violet eyes sparking fiercely as he refused to back down from his obvious challenge, that was right he was the elder here in more ways than one...He had lived this life, if one dared to call it such, far longer than all of them. He had been born into this life, never tasting freedom but always yearning for it and now that it was within his grasp they dared to try stifling him and his desires. "Even if I am your elder I'm stronger, see how far you get with me 'leader' before your pretty skull is bashed open. I'd be satisfied to see your corpse sprawled across the stones, staining them red. Mmmmm..." He purred at the back of the stallion, refusing to let him feel like he had won this fight. You just have to survive their presence long enough to escape and once you are out if you cross paths again then you may kill them. His mind whispered softly, reassuring him and causing the heat in his veins to subside some but not completely, they had scorned him and he was not one to forgive. Ever. He nodded quickly back at Eshana, accepting her acknowledgment and hoping he had aided her, before she scurried down the road to lure the chevalier to his doom. He tucked his massive form into the shadows closer to the end of the alley, ambush him from all sides, get him down and end it quickly before much of a disturbance could be made. Alet couldn't help but smile at the sight of the chevalier come trotting down the alley, sword drawn and armor glistening in the evening sun in all the glory of twisted Aodh, and that smile only widened darkly as he watched the tiny roan sprint at the chevalier hearing the signal then bounce his teeth off the armor. He had to hold in a chuckle, there was work to do. Holding back in the shadows for a moment he watched as Godric stood guard at the end of the alley, blocking his escape and watching for anyone who might stumble upon the group. Then baby brother Konie leaped from his post, seeming to watch the same silly spectacle the roan had made, before tucking his agile body low and smashing his body into the chevalier's legs, grasping one in his teeth for good measure. Little did Konie know it but Alet had toughened him up when they were younger, when he still kinda cared for the fool and their mother, and helped shape his fighting style knowing all too well that his strength would never match Alet's and that he needed to learn his own way to defend himself against brute strength. Now was the only moment that he was grateful that he had taught Konie how to fight, every other second he hated that he had helped his damn brother at one time and wished he could take back those hidden 'lessons'. His teeth ground together as he readied his massive body to spring from the shadows, blade poised, yearning to spill blood, splash it across the stones beneath his hooves and taste it. Alet's body quivered with anticipation before leaping forward, telekinetic hold tight on the blade as he brought it up in and effort to block any advancement the chevalier's sword might take towards him, he had to close the distance before striking and that strike would never come if that sword made fatal contact. He came at the group like a battering ram, his large hooves thundering beneath him as they beat against the cobblestones. His eyes had greedily taken in the chevalier's armor before he sprang, spotting a weakness beneath his chin and stomach, if he made contact in either point this fight would be over quickly. Just had to knock him off his feet first.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 2, 2017 15:59:42 GMT -6
Chevalier Jeremiah (NPC)
With his sword raised, Jeremiah quickly turned the second corner of they alley, unaware of the dark shadow that followed him, blocking any chance of escape. With his ears cocked back, he rounded the corner only to find three stallions, all unbridled and buzzing with energy "What in Ignacio's name is going on here-" he ordered in a demanding voice, only to have his words cut off and the breath knocked out of him as a horse barreled into his chest and his ears assaulted by the sound of teeth against hard metal. Stumbling, his legs caught on something else and with a shout he was soon falling backwards, body falling over the one who had positioned himself to get the stallion onto his back. With his mind reeling, Jeremiah's grip on his sword was quickly lost as he tried to stop himself from falling, only to land with a loud thud and the scraping of metal on cobblestone. Due to his momentum, his head smacked hard against the ground, the metal helmet guarding his skull and a part of his neck snapping and skidding across the stone and casting sparks.
Kicking his legs, Jeremiah tried to twist his body so that he could get up right, but the metal armour seemed to be holding him back, stuck like a turtle trapped on his back. Reaching wildly for his sword, he tried to grab only for it to be kicked away by a dark stallion with a stripe on his nose. "You'll all be hanged for this!" he shouted, baring his teeth at the shadows.
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Godric was quick to follow silently after the unsuspecting chevalier, blocking any escape as the other three stallions all converged on their shared target. He watched as the chevalier was quickly downed, his ears flicking backwards unpleasantly as the sound of metal against stone screeched throughout the alleyway. When he spotted the sword, Godric quickly kicked it towards himself and away from the reaching grasp of the downed horse. Their plan would work just as well with less horses, but Godric did not want anymore unneeded death this night. Shaking his head and spitting at the ground where the Chevalier lay, Godric quickly turned around and stepped to the entrance of the alley, glacning at Eshana before beginning to scout the joining streets. It would do no good to be caught now, not this far along.
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Post by Shlup on Jan 2, 2017 18:49:19 GMT -6
|| stallion | BRYAN | 14.5hh ||
A small chuckle escaped the striped roan’s lips as the Chevalier fell backwards, the sharp sound of grinding metal echoing around the alleyway. His pale blue eyes fell on the source of the fall. It was the other small stallion. Oh, wait. He remembered that tactic, going for the legs. It was the mouthy stallion. Now he realised it, it was so obvious. He shook himself from his untimely recognition of the other horse and turned his attention back to the Chevalier. He noted that the Chevaliers helmet had skidded from his head during the fall, casting sparks that temporarily lit up the dark alleyway. His gaze followed this momentarily before it snapped back to the Chevalier, just in time to see his sword be kicked out of reach by Godric. The Chevalier remain flailing on the cobblestone, the sight forced a small snicker from Bryan. It definitely wasn’t something he saw every day and he found it oddly amusing.
‘You’ll all be hanged for this!’
The Chevalier’s words echoed in Bryan’s mind, but instead of getting upset, he simply laughed. The sound echoing around him. “Yes, probably…” He purred, “but it is a shame you won’t be alive to see it.” His taunting words were made more sinister by the eerie darkness that now surrounded them. He pale gaze snapped to the larger horse that was not their leader and lifted his brow, as if to say Go on, kill it already. He held no sympathy for the creature before him. After all, death is a daily risk for a Chevalier. It’s practically in the job description.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jan 4, 2017 19:38:50 GMT -6
єѕнαηα | мαяє | ℓαвσυя ѕℓανє {Although it was far from easy to peer into the dim alleyway, the scuffle that waged within it was certainly not unnoticeable. The scraping of metal against the cobblestone stung her ears in an unpleasant way, and with worry clouding her eyes Eshana cast her gaze out to the street beyond, almost absentmindedly noticing Godric had joined her to do the same. One Chevalier they could overpower, but should he be joined by any of his comrades while they were still vulnerable... A slight shiver passed through her body as Eshana briefly contemplated the consequences that would follow such an act of treachery. It was far from a pleasant image, only emphasized by the downed stallion's snarled words, and for her own sake, Eshana pushed it from her mind. Stage one of their plan had begun, with only the finishing of the stallion they had wrestled to the ground left to be completed. There would be no turning back now, and best to focus on the future that had suddenly been placed within their reach. The worst was still yet to come, she realized that much, but it was a start nonetheless. Perhaps some small proof that they were not completely insane for attempting such an escape, when it was clear at least this much of the plan had worked. Now, so long as the stallions' that stood behind herself and Godric could complete the task required of them before another patrol made their rounds, or perhaps came to check on their late companion, they could move on to the next issue of, well, walking out of the slave compound. Doing her best to block out the noises emanating from the alleyway, Eshana remained in the shadows at the mouth of the road, ears pricked and eyes straining for anyone else who might be drawn by the noise. Post 5 | 308 words |
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Jan 4, 2017 21:13:51 GMT -6
Alet
|| Stallion || 18.3 hh ||
The satisfying feeling of his shoulder meeting the chest of the chevalier made Alet both smile and grunt in pain, metal never felt lovely on ones skin, especially when you were ramming your body into it like a bull. Screeching of metal and the flash of sparks assured Alet that the stallion was down before he moved to take in the wonderful sight of the chevalier rolling on his back, struggling and stuck like a turtle. "Pity. It seems your armor will be the death of you." Alet purred down at the image of their oppression, violet eyes greedily taking in his bare neck and laughing softly at the stallions empty threat. They held the power now, if only the slaves could be free of their bridles they would over power the city's guards easily, washing over them like a tidal wave of revenge, leaving nothing but destruction and freedom in its wake. But he could not doddle now, he was the only one left with a weapon, their leader kicking the sword out of reach, how he wished to take the blade and plunge it deep into the chest of the chevalier but it seemed slitting his throat would have to do for now, they were on a time crunch after all. Alet slithered around his comrades to stand menacingly next to the chevalier's exposed neck, trying his best to not hurt the armor any more than it already was, they needed it to escape and if it was tattered or broken they would have no disguise. The massive stallion placed one large hoof firmly against the chevalier's cheek, pressing his head roughly into the cobblestone and allowing more and easier access to his soft neck. He spared no meaningless villainous monologue on the chevalier, merely smiled darkly as he dragged the shiv along his jugular and over the windpipe, cruelly dragging out his death but trying his best to silent any cries that might escape beneath his heavy hoof while still enjoying watching the life drain from the stallion's eyes.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 5, 2017 13:11:41 GMT -6
Chevalier Jeremiah (NPC, DECEASED)
Laying in the cold, hard cobblestone, Jeremiah stared up at the group of horses surrounding him, his teeth bared as he did so. He couldn't feel the fear creeping up in his heart, the cool dread that was washing over his body as he ignored his fate. He wasn't going to die this day, he was a chevalier, a warrior of king Amadeus and a proud knight! He would never be killed be some low down dirty scum like the slaves that surrounded him, like the slave that dangled the knife over his head. As the large stallion brought a hoof against his cheek, Jeremiah struggled against it, pushing up into it and feeling the sharp hoof dig into his skin. With teeth still bared, he spat at him, his one last act against the scum slaves. Only when he felt the knife against his throat did Jeremiah falter, his eyes widening as it dug into his flesh and severed the veins that pumped blood throughout his body. Only then did he let out a gasp that sounded more like a wet gurgle, as if he were drowning. Slowly, the life faded from Jeremiah, brought down by the slaves he had so cruelly controlled not so long ago.
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Keeping his eyes out, he glanced at Eshana as she surveyed the streets as well, both alert and attentive as they listened for any horse that might pass by. As Godric heard the wet gurgle erupt from the chevalier's throat, Godric flicked is ears back and turned around, trusting Eshana to keep watch. Looking down at the know dead Chevalier, Godric shook his head and glanced up at the others before he began to quickly unfasten the straps and clasps that kept the silver armour tight to the chevalier's body "Who's going to pose as him?" he asked quietly as he began to assemble the pieces into a pile just beside the chevalier, careful to not put them into the growing pool of blood. Only know could Godric see the appaloosa coat of the dead stallion, his markings simple. Godric glanced up at the three as he worked "Female Chevaliers are not so rare now-a-days but Eshana's horn has been cut; a dead give away. My face is too known as the captive Vindicator, so it has to be on of you three." he spoke quickly, his tone unemotional as he finished prying off the chainmail coat that had protected his chest. Glancing up at Alet, he looked to the dead stallion before them once more "I don't think you would fit his armour," he commented, his eyes turning to the remaining to "So, which one of you?"
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Post by Shlup on Jan 5, 2017 17:31:44 GMT -6
|| BRYAN || stallion | 14.5 hh
His unwavering pale gaze remained on the Chevalier as the larger of the slaves slowly cut through the soft flesh of his neck, a wet gargling sound was the last sounds that would be made by the knight of Valore. Only when the life finally drained from his eyes did the small roan look away, whispering a silent prayer to Kaia to watch over him in the afterlife. He knew that the stallion probably worshipped Ignacio, but he didn’t know any of his prayers and he didn’t want to dirty himself with the so-called god’s sins. His pale gaze wondering over to their leader, Godric. What were they to do now? They had made it through the first part of the plan, all that was left was for Godric to explain the rest.
His watchful gaze followed the larger stallion as they made their way over to the corpse of the Chevalier and started removing the armour. The act caused Bryan’s head to tilt slightly. Why was he doing that? Then it struck him. One of them were to pose as the Chevalier. Nearly as soon as the realisation entered his mind it was confirmed by Godric, wiping all doubt from his mind. Silence seemed to fall over the small group. Bryan’s own gaze was darting about, looking at the other members of their group. His pale gaze fell upon the largest of them all, the rude one. With their size he would never be able to fit into the armour, neither would Godric. But the grey mare and the mouthy stallion could. He doubted that he could as he was the smallest of the group, his Zebra-like build might be too small for the armour.
His wandering gaze settled upon their leader once more as he further explained that it was down to the mouthy stallion and Bryan to wear the armour. He did not flinch at the words, and instead stepped forwards. “I will…” His voice was strong as he turned his mindset from rebelling slave to soldier. Now was no time for slave thoughts. He was a soldier. Fighting for more than his own freedom. He then turned his gaze to the corpse, sweeping over it briefly before he finally voiced his concerns. “I don’t know if it’ll fit though…”
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Post by naporierizia on Jan 5, 2017 22:30:26 GMT -6
Konin Stallion | 15.3hh
His quick actions had worked, as his ears soon told him when the horrid sound of mettle scraping the pavement hit him. He shuddered, closing his eyes a moment as he tried to get over the shock of such a sound. It was like nails on a chalk board, and with his sensitive hearing, it made his whole body quiver. Once the stallion was down there was little that he could do. He had momentarily tried to hold one hind leg, to keep him from being able to roll back over, but one kick to the nose told him that was not the smartest idea. With a heavy snort he pulled his head back, ears pinned back flat as he shook it off. He could sense his brother nearby, the only of his size. The other, much smaller horse also standing guard on the downed stallion to prevent him from returning to his hooves. Not too far off stood the mare and their head of command, watching for intruders no doubt... the very fact that they felt it necessary to do so after his previous announcement annoyed him. He was not all that and a bag of chips, of this he was certain, but the proud stallion did know where his strengths were, and he took great pride in them. When others failed to see them too... well, to say the least it angered him. He could sense intruders up to 500 feet away. While it wasn't the whole of the dark district, it was plenty large enough of a radius to warn the rest in time to take action. But still, they found the need to keep watch. He supposed if they felt they had nothing better to do, then so be it.
His mental brooding was brought to a halt when a desperate gurgle drew his attention back to the matter at hand. Soon after followed the scent of iron on the wind, drifting into his nostrils and filling the air. There was silence afterwords, though it didn't last that long. Soon Godric approached and went to work removing the armor. Konin didn't have to ask why. He was sharp, despite his age. Soon after hearing that they were to take down a guard he had put together what their leader surely had planned. And then he spoke it out loud, announcing to anyone not fast enough to figure it out on their own. He simply nodded his head quietly, as if to visibly agree with the plan. When he finally presented that he or the smaller horse would be the ones to wear the armor, he did not speak right away. He was in no hurry to put that heavy stuff on. He never was a fan of such. It just slowed you down. If you were fast, you wouldn't need it. If you were slow, then you couldn't afford to be slowed even more. That was how he saw it, anyways. Still, if it were necessary for him to wear the cumbersum coverage in order for them to get out of here, he was more than willing to do so. But first, he'd allow the other a chance to take the offer.
As he expected, the smaller horse did just so. He had been worried about the stallion during the planning stages. He never seemed fully committed to the task at hand. When the time came for action though, he had proven himself worthy, and so it did not surprise Konin that he would be so quickly willing to take on the task of wearing the armor as well. He then mentioned that he doubted it would fit. Come to think of it, he was rather small compared to most of them. Even if they could get it on, it might look too obviously like he was wearing someone else's armor, and that would only draw attention to them, attention that they did not want. "If he cannot, than I am willing." That was all he said - it was all he found necessary to say. A stallion of few words, as always, but he got the needed thoughts across in what few he did use.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 8, 2017 12:59:15 GMT -6
As Godric finished tugging the armour from the dead body before them, he looked up as he each stallion took their turn to speak, both offering to wear the cold armour. Nodding his head, Godric stood properly and took a few moments to look over each of them before observing the stallion that lay at their feet. Lifing his head, he nodded towards Bryan "It may be a tad big but his body size is closer to yours," he turned to Konin "We wouldn't want you to be too squished by the armour, it would be suspicious. Many young recruits can't fit into their armour until a few months, makes more sense" he thought aloud, beginning to lift the heavy chainmail body piece that rested below the armour "Let's get started. The faster this is on, the faster we can leave" he spoke as he carefully placed the chain blanket across Bryan's body. Godric still felt a prickle of uneasiness as he dressed the stallion, wondering if his heart was fully in it. If he were to try and give his fellow slaves up at the gate, they would surely all be killed, no if ands or buts.
Working with the others to carefully strap the armour on, Bryan was soon outfitted with the chevalier armour, looking the part almost perfectly. Lifting the sword Godric had grabbed early, he carefully slotted it into the strap that rested against Bryan's hip "Hopefully we won't be needing this" he said softly, eyeing the blade and glancing at the stallion who had been threatening to skin his hide. Leaning his head down, Godric carefully scooped up the previously discarded bridles and slid his own on, his stomach twisting as its magic worked quick and his hold on the other bridles faltered slightly "We can cut them off once we're outside the gate" he spoke, handing the remaining bridles to the other three horses. Nodding his head at Bryan, Godric made his way to the front of the alley and waited for the others to ready themselves.
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