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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 29, 2016 13:45:06 GMT -6
Will We Make It Out?A roleplay between
Farsight & Fijalahr
Setting: The days have been long and deary. A fine mist fills the air, as rain faintly falls from the skies above. While everything is lost in grey, there are some trying to make the most of it. While in Torrine, its hard to keep spirits up and many wonder, will they make it out?
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 29, 2016 14:01:20 GMT -6
FarsightHarrower of Talori
The day was dreary as ever and Farsight found himself trotting along outside of his home, were his sweet Zenith laid resting. Clear blue eyes glanced around the area of Torrine, and his heart began to drop a bit more with each step. Many were separated from friends, many lost friends. Now with the Flock, who had taken away his own dear friend. He wasn't to sure what was to happen. Farsight glanced around the fence line, as if hoping to see his friends familiar face, but each day brought on a renewed sense of rejection, yet still he carried on. Shaking his head the young speckled pegasus marched onward, carrying a light smile on his face.
As he passed by others, he found himself stopping to talk to each one, asking how they were and some willing spoke back, while others grunted and preferred to be left alone, still Farsight tried to make this place a bit more like home. As he reached the middle of Torrine, he wondered if he should bother with his talents at all. It was dull and grey day, and not many wanted to linger outside that much and preferred to stay safely tucked away in their houses. To which Farsight could not blame them of course, but today, he wanted to stretch his wings and perhaps add a little light to this day.
A faint sigh escaped his lips as he remained where he was and soon made a little spot for himself to lay down and work a bit on a few of his new business ideas. His plan was to make this huge business with Zenith. A brewer of the sort, something the two could do together, and that idea made him smile all the more. Book and pencil out he began to scribble a design for his caravan, something easy accessible for Zenith, and big enough room for the two. Though Farisght new the caravan would be mostly for Zenith inside while Farsight out working the tables in front. From card readings, to infused stones. He would offer it all, and what a better place to try new things out, while here in Torrine, hard to miss it, when one see's the exact same equine each day.
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 29, 2016 16:09:01 GMT -6
Fijalahr | War-Forged | Ambassador
Some time had passed now and he still saw that pictures in his head. Sometimes they came when he was asleep, plaguing his dreams, but it happens more and more in his wake phases too.
The trial was over. The sentence spoken and enforced.
It wasn’t the punishment that keeps him awake at night, but the circumstances. He was raised with the belief that strength was the most important thing in life. Being strong meant staying alive. In his homeland was no places for weakness - or at least that’s how it should be. A long time overtaken fallacy in his opinion. But well...even thinking of physical weak horses as second class citizens was more rational than doing the same with a whole breed.
Those terrorists had chosen the wrong way, a war wouldn’t end this injustice but make it all worse.
Since he had arrived in Aquore he brood over this problem, a problem that wasn’t his to solve.
In spite of everything he was still here today. He needed more informations to make a useful report for his Warlord - or at least that was how he justified his curiosity to himself.
“Do you want me to accompany you?”
The little patiently voice brought him back to the here and now. “What? Oh no thanks, that will not be necessary.” the dark stallion answered the guards question and hoped that his opposite wouldn’t notice the slight hint of confusion in his voice.
The Guard just shrug his shoulders and opened the gate for him and Fijalahr bowed his head respectfully as he walked past him. With a creak the gate closed again and he relaxed slightly.
That was done. He was still glad that the Sage had accepted his request to visit Torrine without asking too many questions.
And now that he was inside the settlement, it was quite hard to find someone. The sun was hidden behind thick grey clouds and in the air hung a leaden heaviness caused by something else than bad weather alone.
Slightly unsettled he turned his head from left to right, ponder if he either should test his luck and search for someone wandering outside or knocking at the next best door and hoping that the resident are in a chatting mood...
In the end he decided for the first way and searched his way through the path between the little huts. After some minutes later he shook his head a little frustrated to get the wet strands of his long forelock out of his face - and almost stumbled over a someone that was laying on the ground. The pegasus coat was so bright that Fijalahr wasn’t able to notice him through the mist before.
“Oh, hello. Sorry that I almost stepped on your book” the dark stallion apologized contritely.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 8, 2017 23:01:34 GMT -6
FarsightHarrower of Talori
So deep in concentration he didn't notice the approaching hooves of a large equine nearly his way. With a quick jump Farsight was able to move his book in time before a hoof stepped down, splashing drops of water about him. Farsight shook his mixed colored mane a bit, though when the equine apologized he merely laughed. But it wasn't in any kind of rude manner, no it was all good humored of course. "Well I should be the one saying sorry. I shouldn't be just laying down everywhere. I just wasn't expecting anyone out on a day like today." He spoke as he lifted himself up and as he did so, he got a good look at the equine before him. His body froze a bit, he found his movement hard.
He had never met this stallion before and not many equine come trotting into Torrine, especially on a day like today. He gulped, and chuckled nervously. "Never seen you around here before. By the looks of it, I take it, you not here to stay in Torrine." his laugh was a bit more nervous now. Farsight normally had a good sense with others, but ever since Torrine, he found himself nervous to those outside of Torrine. The world out there was far more frightening then in here. Eyes glanced about the stallion as if expecting guards to come trotting up demanding the pegasi leave this equine alone, yet Farsight saw nothing, and with nothing, he grew far more curious. Who exactly was this horse before him, dark as night. He didnt recall seeing them in Talori, but if they were one of the few blessed in the ranks of higher ups, Farsight was sure he never would have seen such a figure.
Yet if that was the case Farsight was doing a great job at making a muck of things. He didnt dip his head in greeting, didn't state his name first, instead he was offering small talk as if they had met before. "Excuse my poor manners, I was a bit caught off guard." Ha guard he wanted to chuckle, but decided his first impression shouldn't be madness. "Im Farsight, the Harrower." he remarked offering a charming smile as he dipped his head respectfully bowing with an extended wing. Yes Farisght be suave, wini him over perhaps that could be a chance to change a few things.
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 9, 2017 2:28:22 GMT -6
Fijalahr | War Forged | Ambassador
Fijalahr was slightly surprised when he heard the voice of the Pegasus. At first sight he had supposed that it was a mare, but the voice was obviously masculine. The stallions body language was friendly and open however that changed immediately when he lifted his head and looked at the stranger.
“You are right, I’m not here to stay” he replied with a strange tone in his voice that was difficult to interpret. Fijalahr had known from the second he stepped through the gate that he would get a guilty conscious really quick simply because he was able to get out of Torrine at wish, more than that the guards would come searching for him when he disappeared for too long in here. It was not fair that he could left and the pegasi before him was more or less captivated in here.
Stop it Fijalahr , no premature judgements this time.
The dark stallion was long enough in Talori now to knew what the Pegasus, Farsight, must think. There was no distrust in his voice rather than just a small hint of uncertainty what to do with this wing-less stranger.
“Take it easy, low lander” the friesian replied and intentionally used the phrase “low lander”, but without any negative meaning. “I’m just an Ambassador, from War-Forged. I’m here to build up my own opinion about…” his voice hesitate for a moment as he looked around, “... all of that. Torrine, Talori. My name is Fijalahr. Would you be alright if we talk for a while?”
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 12, 2017 19:49:01 GMT -6
Farsight The Harrower of Talori
Farsight nodded lightly to his words, though his remark on low lander, made him arch his brow a bit. Not a common thing he was honestly used to hearing, but so far Farsight preferred that name over the handful of other names he had received. So Farsight considered himself lucky in this matter, if someone came to walk into Torrine, he'd easily assume it wasn't for the well being. After they all had been through, well Farsight was a bit skeptical of those beyond the gates. After being brutally beaten for who he was, didn't make him feel the most comfortable with those beyond the gates. Yet here within the gates, he felt accepted, and oddly it seemed as if these gates took said trouble makers and allowed them all to grow a bound together. Odd, he thought, would they have done that if they assumed this?
As Fijalahr spoke Farsight dipped his "A pleasure Fijalahr, sorry you traveled out here on such a lovely day." The stallion jested, smiling a bit as he relaxed once he knew who this figure was before him. Surely an Ambassador knew manners and wouldn't start a feud in the streets, but as Farsight looked to the stallion, his gift of Clairvoyance seemed not to fade in his sight. Surely a good sign all was to be well. "Yes, Id be more then alright to talk. If you like we can travel to me little hut? Its not much but lets out get out of this rain. I can offer some warm tea as well? Perhaps a little card reading?" he wiggled his brow a bit before chuckling all the more. "Its a hard habit to break being an entertainer." he smiled a bit more. Farsight trotted a bit forwards and looked over at Fijalahr. "Come on homes not to far from here." Pale blue eyes looking to the Ambassador with a bright smile unlike the dreary weather around them. Perhaps... Farsight thought to himself. Could this be the chance he was waiting for?
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 15, 2017 14:47:13 GMT -6
Fijalahr | War Forged | Ambassador
“Believe it or not, but I really like this weather.” the dark stallion replied with an amused sound in his voice. “It reminds me of home. And, what is even better, today are less people on the streets. Less eyes staring at the strange foreign.”
On his first few days in Aquore he was still wearing his white pelt, but that was a clear sign for everyone that he don’t belong here. One Guardian even suspected him to be a Rogue or even worse - a Vagabond. After that little incident he decided to leave the pelt at home. The majority of the citizen still seemed to notice that he was not one of them, but only a few still goggled at him.
“That would be great, thanks” he replied politely. The more his counterpart relaxed the better felt Fijalahr too. Farsights smile was hearty and highly contagious and so the ambassador returned the smile. It was oddly how comfortable he felt in the pegasis company after such a short time - usually it took him way longer to relax. That would become a really interesting conversation.
“Card Reading?” he asked inquisitively. He had never seen an entertainer back home in Onea, probably because this job would be considered useless and unproductive but maybe some more creative minds would be an enrichment for the stoic children of the earth. “And what could your Cards tell you about me?” he asked while he walked beside the smaller stallion. His attention was divided between the conversation and the environment. Maybe it was because of the bad weather, but the atmosphere here in Torrin was rather clouded than grateful. He only saw two more Pegasi, from one only the tip of a wing and from the second only a pair of suspiciously looking eyes in a dark feathered face before also this horse was gone.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 18, 2017 16:35:31 GMT -6
FarsightThe Harrower
A chuckle escaped his lips as he listened to Fijalahr speak. "I understand that a bit, well being stared out. It gets easier to ignore." Farsight looked up to him smiling all the more to the large stallion that accompanied him. Farsight seemed to have to take a few steps to keep in pace with Fijalahr, but it wasn't that he minded, he could probably use the quicker pace, he's been a bit of a sloth as of late, though when he asked about his cards, Farsight's eyes nearly twinkled with delight.
"Oh my cards can tell you a lot of things. With them I can get a sense of your past, the present and of course the future. I can even see a love life and what is to come." he laughed joyfully all the more. "Plus my gift allows me to see it all far more clearly." he chuckled. Though while his gift was wondrous in ways, not everyone had such a pleasant experience. Even at times his dreams plagued him and all he could do was brush it aside, try to forget. It was all he could muster to do. With a shake of his head he glanced around while the streets seemed less traveled, he glanced around. Eyes narrowing as he shook his head a bit. The nerve of some of them, he thought a bit bitterly.
"Heres my little place." he laughed as he trotted happily forwards to a small place, enough for a nice little family, but nothing compared to what his place was. "Its better on the inside then what it looks like on the outside." he wiggled his brows a bit trying to lighten the mood. It was clear to see none of the places were grand looking on the outside, but Farsight tried his best to make his place feel as much as like home as he could. Farsight opened the door and trotted in with ease. "Come on in" he called out to the stallion. Inside Farsights home seemed like a hidden treasure. Currents of colors draped against the walls, lush colorful pillows seemed to fill the area. Everything seemed quite fitting for a Harrower, if not a little bit girly, but Farsight liked it and that was that. "You can stand, lay down on one of my grand pillows or whatever. I'll get some tea going and we can talk in comfort." he chuckled a bit as he was at a small little kindling are to cook or whatever they may need. A small black kettle set up as he got a small fire going.
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