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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 21, 2017 22:02:03 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Talori Plot 301: The Threat Remains
Plot Journal | Chapter III Journal | Plot Music
Leader: Eve Participants: Naveen, Nagisa, Nerine, Ciardha, Fijalahr, Thaumas Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt:
You watch with bated breath as the sacrifice leaps to his death, only glancing around the crowd after his body has hit the water. Yet, there are no looks of anger or malcontent. Things seem like they may actually be peaceful within the herd once more. Letting out a sigh of relief, you turn to head back to the city proper along with the rest of the herd’s population when you hear a blood curdling scream from above. Looking skyward, you spot dark shapes swooping in, yelling battle cries as they drop smoke grenades and small explosives to the earth, inciting panic as they fly... Time of Day: Early Morning |
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 23, 2017 0:16:30 GMT -6
Fijalahr | War Forged | Ambassador
Against all odds the only thing Fijalahr felt today was curiosity and a subconsciously tension. Everyone was waiting for something to happen but the more time passed the calmer became the crowd.
Since the Ambassador had arrived a few weeks after the last sacrifice it was the first time he witnessed this celebration. Yeah the whole tradition appeared a little bit strange to an outsider like him, but what he saw today was a volunteer and not a victim.
The whole background of this feast was quite fascinating. Death and rebirth, fins as reward. The sea instead of the endless sky.
Would he chose another body if he could? Maybe. But the price was rather high.
Thoughtfully the Ambassador listened to the Pegasis words. They made a wise choice with him, with a volunteer. Fijalahr watched calmly even when they removed the colorful wings and he leapt over the edge. One of his ears shrugged back when the body hit the water, but that was his only reaction. It seemed to be ove. The crowd was still peacefully and even the defender and the divine that stood not that far away from him had a relieved expression on their faces.
Now that this was over, he would go to the house he was allowed to live in for the time he was in Aquore and write a letter for his Warlord. He should have done that way earlier but the Ambassador wanted to wait with his report until he really understood what was going on. Fijalahr would mention small riots but that the herd was at peace again now. Not that the Forged really cared for the far away herd of the Talori, but he wanted to do his job good. It was almost a shame that their was so little connection between the herds.
Suddenly the peace was over. Fijalahr turned his head and looked skywards. For a moment, everything seemed to happen in slow-motion, then the first grenade exploded on the ground. The calm crowd around him started to panick, a sea of frightened horses.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 9:40:48 GMT -6
 C I A R D H AA volunteer.
This time, the sacrifice was just that.
Royal blue eyes gazed upon the proud pegasus stallion as he spoke words of bravery and wisdom, unity and peace. His gaze then shifted to the crowd, nervous on how they would react. They were calm. Surprisingly calm. And oh so quiet. He watched as the pegasus's colorful wings were removed with a graceful chop, the body leaping off the edge of the cliff to be welcomed into Cascade's wide open arms. Again, there was silence. No uproar. No complaints. Just.. silence.
The councilor released a breath he didnt know he was holding, his head dipping from its strained position and his muscles relaxing. He hadnt slept the night before out of worry, his nerves jittery and playing tricks on his mind. He was tired, but he was relived.
His hooves turned to carry him back to the city. While a nap was surely calling, there was much work to be done and no time to be standing around as such. Just as a cracked hoof pressed into the ground, the sound of a scream erupted from the crowd. Long ears flicked back as he turned his head to find the owner of such scream, but something in the air caught the corner of his eye.
Time seemed to slow as flying figures washed over the heads of the crowd, grenades falling from their grasps. Explosions rung out across the Earth, smoke piled up around them. Panic rose as more explosions fell, confusion and strife rocketing across the crowd.
And then time came back full force, nearly knocking the wind out of the hippocampus stallion. His lungs heaved against the smoke, coughing as he struggled to find clean air. The shouts and screams of panicked horses below echoed in his ears.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Jan 28, 2017 16:23:06 GMT -6
Another change of the seasons, another sacrifice, and another pegasus blessed with Cascade’s most precious gift.
Naveen had looked forward to this day. A day of celebration and rejoice, of festivities and prayers. Talori was in much need of it. No longer should they have to fear the return of the extremists. The palace attackers had been dealt with and given a righteous death, a clear warning sent to all those who dared to raise a hoof against the herd. Naveen saw a reflection of the winter sacrifice in the emperor’s newest child. With the fins that she bore, she was a reconfirmation for his beliefs and to all of the herd. Cascade still smiled upon them all.
Perhaps it had been naive of him to think that the sacrifice could go forth without any sort of trouble.
Like a flock of Alya’s thunderbirds, the dissenters rained down from the sky. Their screams were indistinguishable but their purpose was clear; bring Talori to its knees.
Their bombs reduced visibility and made breathing a struggle. With the panic that surrounded him, Naveen could hardly interpret what was going on. His first instinct was to run, run for the city and don’t look back. But then his gaze fell upon the forms of his fellow councilors and the Divine, and he realized in that moment that he could not them (or her, especially) behind.
“To the palace!”
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 30, 2017 18:31:53 GMT -6
Eve | Divine
Light eyes were already turned skyward, and has dark wings reflected ominously in them, they slid closed, just for a moment. A heartbeat. She did not flinch, she did not cry out. She merely stood, resignation and grief lining her form.
Because of course, Eve had on some level been expecting this. To admit anything else, even privately, would be a lie, and the Divine did not wish to lie to herself any more than necessary. Not these days. Not with so much necessary lying. Even necessary untruths, they weighed down the soul, blotted it and threatened to consume.
For the sacrifice to have volunteered himself, was such a blessing that Eve had felt the relief as a physical sensation, one that swept through her like a heady wave, but as it receded, so did her wariness creep back in, scudding across her thoughts and tainting all that followed, tainted the ceremony itself, sacrilege. Her thoughts should have been reverent and joyous, as free and unburdened as the sacrifice himself was, who spoke impassioned, loving words to his herd and Goddess before leaping to his salvation.
But Eve did not share in his joy, his communion with the Wave Mother; no, she listened instead for dark wings on the horizon. And she was not disappointed.
Blue eyes opened again, fixed on the descending forms.
And on swift wings, detonations and chaos followed. As smoke and screams rose to greet her, Eve stood still, a grey wraith among the shifting veils of smoke. She was too full of sorrow and rage, twined irreversibly together, to move, and so for a moment she bore anguished witness to the violence below.
A voice reached her, a shout pitched for her ears, and slowly, Eve turned and met Naveen’s panicked gaze.
Yes, she thought bitterly, suddenly both furious and tired, back to the Palace, to wall myself away while my herd suffers, without my aid. Run along, Divine, and be useless.
But of course, preserving herself was helping her people; at heart, Eve knew that. But it was not easy to turn her back on the cries below. She did it anyways, blinking smoke from her stinging eyes.
“Ambassador, are you alright?” Eve asked suddenly, pacing towards the War Forged stallion. And beside him, stumbling- “Councilor,” she added urgently, for Ciardha looked dazed. “Are you injured? Come, we must go back-”
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 2, 2017 17:54:10 GMT -6
 Terror rips through your group as you watch the entrance of the palace crumble, closing it off from the world. What could have been a safe haven is now just another reminder of the devastation tearing through the herd. As you try to create a new plan of action, a mass of winged foes swoop down from the skies and surround you.
Please welcome Perseus and Tabitha (and a small army of NPCs) to your group!
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Post by Flarism on Feb 2, 2017 18:45:35 GMT -6
His arrival is like a brutal clap of thunder. If not in sound, in sheer force. It seemed almost like the will of the world shook around him, his presence both intimidating and infuriating.
Perseus. The leader of the upstarts, the ungrateful. A faulty sacrifice, a ghost come to haunt their halls. The metal of his false hoof rang loudly on the path as he landed, Tabitha at his side and a retinue of soldiers behind him. A line of force between the best and brightest of Aquore and the rest of the herd, trapping his greatest foes between him and the crumbled entrance of the palace.
And oh, such anger in his eyes as they locked on the Divine.
Silence stretched for long moments, rage boiling in both sides. Then, he spoke.
"You've cast another of us into the sea."
That was all. A simple statement of fact, voice burning with malice untempered. His dark wings shifted, scar vivid against the night sky plumage. Those present hardly needed the reminder. The brat who had long ago flung himself off the edge had been a thorn in their side for years. Small raids, stolen supplies, spies and scene-making. An annoyance.
Today was far more.
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Post by ebbarie on Feb 3, 2017 2:42:14 GMT -6
Fijalahr | War Forged | Ambassador
(I hope it is okay how he acts, if not pls tell me! I did this because of his perception talent and maxed cunning!)
Smoke. And behind that dark and murky cloud explosions and cries. The Ambassador turned his eyes skywards, attempting to push some of the grenades and bombs with his telekinesis away, either over the edge of the cliff where they won’t hurt anyone or back into the sky, to the pegasi which just dropped them.
But they were just too numerous and so the smoke thickened with every second. It was an endless wave of explodings, some sounded far away, others dangerously near.
Then he heard a shout not far away “To the palace”. Fijalahr recognized the voice, it was Naveen, one of the Councillors he had met during the trial for the pegasus traitors.
Back into the safety of the palace...yeah that sounded like a good idea. But turn away from the cries and screams? Maybe that was not right, but he doesn't even belong to that herd, this wasn’t his people and most important it was not his fight. Yet there was no point in thinking about that, he was here and would not simply ran off and hide until it was over. He had learned enough over the Talorians to know that the herd would go down without their divine and emperor. Fijalahr had no clue where Hawkeye was, but Eve was close. And the defender was too. He would help to protect the people which welcomed him with open arms.
“Ambassador, are you alright?” - another voice interrupted his thoughts and brought him back to the here and now. “I’m fine, Divine.” he replied and tried to oppressed to cough. They had to get out of that cloud of smoke, quickly.
The Ambassador followed her glimpse with his eyes when she addressed word to another councilor. “She is right, we have to get out of here. Once the divine is safe we can come back” he said as calm as possible. It was a mask, because inside him he was restless, afraid and frozen, all muscles tensed but he forced himself to wrap himself in a peaceful aura. For him this situation was terrible, for he could sense more and more death corpses on the ground with his blessing, but he was still more or less a stranger. This attack must hit the other's way harder, to see how their homeland was attacked, their people in fear and danger…
“Come” he repeated himself and nudged the black Hippocampus at the shoulder.
The Ambassador took a deep breath once they had left the center of the clenched cloud of smoke behind them, soaking better air into his aching lungs. Though there was no reason for relaxing yet, for bombs were still falling from the skye. He wondered how numerous the pegasi really were and how this day would end.
The palace was not far away know and still no enemies came to stop the little group running towards the building. A small spark of hope rose in him, maybe they all could make it to safety. Then his steps suddenly became slower, he even stumbled for a moment, the entrance still focused. The explosion sounded dull in his ears, everything seemed to happen too far away to concern him, but then he noise became louder, one cracking after the other and then everything went down. Helpless the dark stallion watched how their escape route closed right before their eyes.
“No, No, No, No, NOO” he growled in frustration. For a moment he remained completely motionless, closing his burning eyes and let out a deep breath. Then he opened them again, looking into the faces of the others around him.
It wasn’t long before he heard it. The rustle of feathers and the sound came closer. In no time they were surrounded by grim looking horses. Fijalahrs ears flickered backwards as he heard the noise of metal that met the ground. It came from a prosthetic leg, owned by a cream white pegasus with dark colored wings and peacock feathers.
For seconds that felt like a lifetime, the two groups just looked at each other, estimating, valuing, then the leader broke the silence. His voice was enough to make his hair stood on end.
"You've cast another of us into the sea."
And that was it, the whole reason why this all was happening. This violence was so unnecessary, if they had just listened to the voice of the suppressed earlier....But it was too late for regret now.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 12:14:11 GMT -6
C I A R D H A The stallion's attention was pulled back the sound of the Divine's voice played over the chaos. First, she spoke to the ambassador from War-Forged, then directed a question toward Ciardha himself. Shaking his head, he found his footing, his front shoes clicking against the hard ground. "Im fine." He coughed, turning his head as he felt a nudge against his shoulder. His gaze landed upon the ambassador, admiring his calm gaze and mimicking it in his own royal blue eyes. Now was not the time to panic; it was the time to move.
The sound of scrambling hooves could be heard as the small group took pace toward the palace, its large structure looming over the rolling smoke and panic. But they were not home free yet. Almost as if they were born from the smoke itself, several pegasi swooped in from the sky and landed in the streets before them, the crumbling walls of the palace falling behind them. Ciardha pulled himself to a stop, his hooves scraping the ground as his rear tucked beneath him.
Wide eyes stared back at the winged warriors, his ears pressed back against his neck. The silence that was shared between the two groups was enough to make his heart pound and a shiver run down his spine. If he didnt know better, he could swear the pale beast before them could see through their souls.
The ambassador cried out in frustration. Ciardha wished to do the same, but his mouth had run dry.
"You've cast another of us into the sea." The lead stallion's voice boomed, breaking the silence. The councilor gritted his teeth together, his eyes narrowing with a flash of annoyance and frustration. He pressed his long fins against his side, his tail flicking behind him as he took a step back. He would stay quiet, not allowing them the pleasure of a defensive response or a plea for their lives. From him, they would only gain silence and a narrowed stare.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Feb 8, 2017 20:27:56 GMT -6
Their arrival was akin to the approach of an oncoming storm; loud, aggressive, and foreboding. War cries rang from their mouths, promises of destruction and of an end to those who had sought them harm for far too long. The ground had seemed to tremble when the armada of pegasi landed outside the crumbled entrance of the Inaria palace. A well-aimed strike had seen the once magnificent structure to ruins in a matter of seconds. They surrounded the frightened councilors, the helpless group trapped against the crumbled palace entrance. How lovely it was to look upon their frightened faces. Tabitha would savor the image for many years to come.
Her eyes rested on Perseus as he spoke, a simple statement with the sharpness of a dagger’s edge. She itched to strike, to show the hippocampi the pain that pegasi had felt for far too long. She could feel the tension from her comrades, who also shared her battle-ready eagerness.
There was only one among the group who did not share the fins of his kinsmen. The blue roan stud looked particularly out of place with the polar bear pelt he adorned. An ambassador, perhaps? Nothing about him said Talori to her.
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Feb 12, 2017 6:37:49 GMT -6
The sacrifice was something Nerine looked forwards to. Oh how lucky the chosen were to be given the gift of rebirth and experience Cascade's embrace... She closed her eyes and exhaled. A volunteer. Not...Exactly what Nerine was expecting. It felt weird to adjust to Aquore once more after spending the past few months in Valore. That was definitely an interesting time too. She rolled her eyes.
She watched as a hush fell over the crowd after the sacrifice's leap. It was an extremely awkward feeling for her, wanting to roar out with joy that the sacrifice had fallen but it was instead silence, she wondered if you dropped a pin, could you hear it among the bodies that were amassed here? Following the other council members and ambassadors returning, a scream caught the zebra's ear and she flicked it back in surprise.
"What in the name of Cascade...?-" Nerine stared in shock at large winged beasts- no, pegasi, ascending from the sky in a storm of smoke and explosions. The little mare narrowly avoided any injury, she couldn't say the same for the Councillor who was coughing his lungs up.
She rushed over to the older stallion, gently brushing her nose over his shoulder.
"Ciardha, sir, are you okay?" She asked in a soft tone, quickly moving forwards however as she noticed the group had began moving again.
Nerine followed like a lamb, trusting the other members who were far older and wiser than she was. They would lead them all to safety-
"No!"
The palace entrance! Her body shuddered with fear, where were they to hide now!?
A deep voice called out from behind...
Nerine turned to spot a large stallion(Perseus) with such striking plumage. He didn't seem all too happy... His eyes were locked onto her Divine. Nerine swallowed hard and hesitantly moved to take a step forwards, lining herself up with the rest of the group as much as she could. Being the smallest of everyone meant it was a disability, she couldn't see everyone, she could only hear and hope. Hope that they would not be slaughtered. This was never something she had ever dealt with. She simply went out and represented her herd. She wondered if any friends she had from Valore would know of her death. She couldn't help but to feel ready to accept death- This should have been seen coming. Why was she so ignorant? The tension ever since she returned to Talori was so palpable. Nerine sucked in a deep breath through her nostrils, none of the other members had spoken yet. All except for Fijalahr, who seemed to be growling with his frustration. Her eyes flickered to the large War-Forged stallion, what was to be said now?
Nerine stood firm and solid, her body tense from the adrenaline coursing through her.
"My Divine..." Nerine softly spoke.
(gurk, sorry)
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Post by Queerly on Feb 13, 2017 20:10:50 GMT -6
‘Time stood still.’ It was an expression that Eve had known across the span of several lifetimes. She had never understood it, could not even imagine the feeling behind the words, for she knew, more intimately than any other creature who held to mortality by the skin of her teeth, that time did not stall. The Great River was in constant motion. She rushed onwards at an even clip, a harbinger of joy and of loss, a benefactor and a thief, benevolent and devastatingly cruel. You could swim against her current, but you could not change it, and you could not- ever- stand in place. Eve knew this truth down to her very bones.
Yet as she stared into Perseus’ eyes, his gaze penetrated deep into the recesses of her soul, anchoring her to the spot as one pins a butterfly beneath glass. In that moment, she knew what the saying meant.
She would regret that brief inaction for the rest of her life, and for many lives thereafter. Rationally she knew that it would not have made a difference, that he would have died either way. There was nothing, not anything in all the world, that could have stopped the Defender from performing his duty. It was written in Thaumas’ blood, in his very soul. No, there was nothing she could have done to keep him at bay, and yet she would blame herself all the same, for wasn’t she responsible for the ghost come calling at their door?
This is what happened. As she stood still, the words of her fellows touching her ears but quite heard, Eve felt the wind shift as Thaumas threw himself into action. She had seen him act before, this great friend capable of sowing great peril among the nation’s enemies, and she suspected she would see him do it again before the war was done. Eve was alarmed to see violence, but she was not alarmed for him, not yet. The Defender was indominatible. Unconquerable. Until he wasn’t.
It happened in seconds. A fight was not as drawn out as the Entertainers would have you believe. The bulk of the action and the outcome that followed was usually found in the first few blows. But time was still playing her tricks, stretching those precious few seconds into a lifetime. Still rooted, the Divine watched as Perseus’ companions surged forward to protect him from the Defender’s teeth. She watched as her friend was subdued, his strength unable to overcome the raw reality of numbers. She watched as the gray mare plunged her blade into his heart.
She watched him fall and not get up again.
You might say she screamed, that the noise that left her lungs was a shriek. Technically you would be correct, but the word alone would never manage to capture the soul of it, the raw emotion that filled her lungs and poured from her lips, unabated and unstoppable. |
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Feb 13, 2017 20:40:11 GMT -6
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Feb 13, 2017 20:41:26 GMT -6
Nagisa watched the ceremony anxiously, but with a hopeful outlook that this was a major step towards the reunification of her herd. The pegasus for this solstice’s sacrifice had volunteered himself. This was something unheard of and under normal circumstances, would have been met with disapproval since only the Divine could determine whether a soul was worthy enough for the transition. However these were not normal circumstances, and so his offer was welcomed as proof that this tradition was still valued among their people. Nagisa let out a shaky sigh while reciting a prayer for the feathered stallion as his body met the water.
‘His fins will be well deserved.’
Her thoughts were answered by small kick within her own body. She smiled fondly as she nuzzled her abdomen. A miracle was growing inside her and that small kick had been the first bit of movement she had experienced. Soon, the bump will be too big for be out in public. Her brows knitted together, she doubted she'd like that very much. The promise of motherhood was both wonderful and absolutely terrifying.
The past months had been a whirlwind of both immense hardship and indescribable happiness for Nagisa. Through the chaos of her country’s instability, a romance was finally able to pick up where it had started so many years ago. Her first meeting with Thaumas Anereus had come out of another tragedy, the loss of Nagisa’s father, the former Talorian Emperor, so perhaps it was predictable that it would be hard times again that would bring the two back together and finally solidify their relationship in marriage. The Defender was her island surrounded by a tempestuous sea, she loved him like no other, and through that love, the goddess had filled her old womb with new life.
At last, things finally seemed to be falling in place for Nagisa and it left her wondering.
‘Is this the end of the path, Wave Mother? Will I finally be content in this life?’
Just then the sky erupted in an bloodcurdling cries. She watched the first bomb fall but could not fathom the reality of it. More explosions followed immediately after, coming down on Inaria in devastating rain brought on by dark shadows in the sky. The earth shook violently with every impact and screaming from both the ground and the sky filled the air in electrifying terror, but no cry could escape Nagisa. She stood paralyzed, eyes wide and body tensed. Time seemed to slow as smoke began to engulf the city in an ominous cloud.
'This isn't happening!' Nagisa tried to reason with herself. This had to be a vision she was experiencing, something from the past that her blessing was showing her. It had to be. She willed it to be. She blinked hard wishing for the horror to go away but the panicked screech of her youngest niece brought her back to her senses. This was really happening. The revelation drove her to action.
“CASSANDRA!”
Nagisa spun around to search desperately for her niece, through the blur of tears, she found her at her mother’s side with her sister and a few of the other concubines. They were running to safety, something that Nagisa should have been doing but instead of running, her thoughts went instantly to the rest of her family. ‘Where were they? Where was Hawkeye?’ Nagisa shook her head trying to snap herself out of the line of thinking that was doing nothing but causing her panic. They were out of her reach, she could only pray for their safety, and she had to keep more faith in brother, she had to remember he was a guardian before emperor. He could take care of himself. Nagisa had to focus on those close to her now. Two of her fellow councilmen, Naveen and Ciardha, two ambassadors, Nerine and Fijalahr, her Thaumas and her Divine.
Nagisa cursed herself for her delayed reaction, as the group moved towards the palace gaits as Naveen had suggested. But they were all brought to a halt as another explosion desolated their path.
“NO!” Nagisa watched devastated, as the magnificent arched stone entrance of the palace crumbled to ruins. In a matter of seconds, such a monumental and ancient piece of art was destroyed as if it were nothing. Before they could all regroup, an army of terrorists came down on them, blocking out all chance of escape. Nagisa began to sob as she stepped defensively away from their righteous eyes to be by the side of her husband. She was not scared to die, but she could not fail the life inside her. They could not lose here! For the sake of their unborn child, they could not lose!
She clung desperately to the Defender’s side as the flock’s pale leader addressed the Divine, knowing full well that this would be the last time she could touch him. A hopelessness like never she had felt before gripped her entire being.
“Save us, Thaumas.” She pleaded.
She wanted to revoke that plea the moment she felt him move from her. It took every bit of self restraint to not scream "Wait!" and call him back. She knew he would be resolved to lay his life for all of them, for all of Aquore, and she could not act against that.
Despite her will to let go of him, Nagisa still felt her body lunge forward instinctively in a feeble attempt to prevent the inevitable, but again she was able to stop herself and instead she moved to shield Eve from the onslaught in front of her. Nagisa sobbed into the grey mare’s shoulder as she screamed.
“He’s given us a chance, we have to move.”
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Post by ebbarie on Feb 15, 2017 1:30:15 GMT -6
Fijalahr | War Forged | Ambassador
Wait, it's just about to break, its more than I can take
Everything's about to change
I feel it in my veins, its not going away
Everything's about to change.
He was a War-Forged, a trained Raider from a long bloodline of warriors. And yet he never stood in front of that many foes. Home in Onea he experienced fights before, tough fights. But the opponents were Vagabonds and thieves. The pegasi however were numerous and it took only one look into their eyes to know that they would fight to the death for their task.
Fijalahr knew that they could overwhelm him and the little group around him in the matter of seconds. Three mares, two councillors, one ex-raider and the Defender. It was just not enough.
The Ambassador noticed that the large draft mare that stood beside the pale leader of the group was looking at him and he just stared back. If she was looking for panic in his eyes she would be disappointed. At least he appeared calm at the outside but in truth he was scared. Of course he was. The Flight had come to take lives and he would definitely prefer to keep his. His heart was beating way too fast in his chest and the longer the two groups simply stood in front of each other the more nervous he became.
Then, he heard a silent whisper somewhere at his side.
“Save us, Thaumas.” He wasn’t sure who spoke this words, but it don’t mattered anyways. Almost immediately the Defender rushed forward.
Even as a stranger to this people and this country, Fijalahr already shared their feeling about Thaumas. He was solid as a rock, and even if the rational part in the friesian stallion knew that he wasn’t strong enough to fight that many foes at once, a small part of him was convinced that the Defender would win.
What a foolish thought.
It was easy to see that Thaumas was battle tested, but even the one seen as the strongest of Talori was overwhelmed by the sheer bulk of enemies. The grey mare Fijalahr had seen before drew a blade and stabbed the Defenders chest.
He was unable to look away, until a scream reached his ears. His ears folded flat on his neck and he turned his head to see where it came from. It was the Divine. The grey mare stared at the Defender, whose body hit the ground with a dull sound. Another mare was immediately at her side. He now recognized her voice. She was the one that asked Thaumas to save them.
Everyone seemed shocked, even the pegasi stared down with disbelief on the fallen Defender and through the silence of the moment he heard the mare silently speak again.
“He’s given us a chance, we have to move.
“She is right” the Ambassador replied, even if she hadn’t spoken to him in the first place. “Maybe you all can reach the water? They can’t follow you there” he suggested, all muscles tensed. They had to decide quickly or the time they gained would be gone.
Suddenly...he felt it. His connection to the earth awakened, telling him that the Defender really was dead. There was no life left in him. But no one except him could now.
Within a moment he made his decision. It was a little bit strange to move a body that were alive only seconds ago but there was no time to think about how morbid this was.
It took him a moment before he was sure that the movements of the dead Defender would look real enough, but then he made him stand up. He came on his legs again and stood still before the wall of enemies, looking at them with hollow eyes.
Fijalahr would be able to hold the connection to Thaumas body over a small distance, maybe it was enough to buy the others some time to flee.
“It is not real, you have to move” he repeated urgently and after a moment he added a silent “I’m sorry.”
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Feb 18, 2017 21:28:13 GMT -6
She had driven the blade deep into his chest and had watched the life drain out from his eyes. The mighty Defender, a symbol of Talori’s military force, had been brought to an end - and a rather heroic one at that, protecting those that he loved. She bad let his body fall at her hooves before she yanked the blade from his chest. In all her years she had never seen the blade painted such a lush shade of crimson. Tabitha might have stopped to admire what she - no, they, The Flock- had done, had not been for the fact that we're in the midst of battle.
Tabitha had been so sure of the fact that the Defender was dead - she had witnessed with her own to eyes! And so when the Defender’s body rose up on staggered legs and looked to the Flock with his decrypted eyes, she felt a chill that settled deep into her bones. Her telekinetic grasp on her long sword tightened and like a loyal dog she immediately placed herself in front of Perseus, once more shielding the primary from the impending threat of the Defender.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 21:52:10 GMT -6
C I A R D H A The stallion's heart seemed to freeze right there in his chest, his breath catching in his throat as the Defender threw himself into action. He was too outnumbered, didnt he realize that? Didnt he realize that they had weapons, that they were prepared, yet the group of Talorians were not?
Blood dripped onto the scorched streets as a knife was driven into the bulky stallion's chest, the breath escaping his body as he fell to the ground. Despite the explosions and the screams, everything seemed to fall silent, the only movement being billowing smoke in the background.
That was, until Councilor Nagisa screamed over the noise; "He's given us a chance, we have to move."
Ciardha's muscles kicked into overdrive as his body finally agreed to work. The War-Forged Ambassador spoke of getting to water, causing the stallion's royal blue eyes to quickly scan the horizon. That would work for them, but what of the two ambassadors? Taking in a soft breath filled of smoke, Ciardha dipped his head away as Fijalahr used his blessing to use the deceased Defender's body to their advantage. To buy them more time. He felt a chill run through his body as he caught a brief glance of his milky white eyes.
"Yes, we need to move." He rasped, shaking his head and pulling back his focus. He pressed forward and softly nudged the small ginger mare in hopes to get the group stared in the right direction. Word Count: 244 | Post #3 |
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Feb 21, 2017 17:41:59 GMT -6
The silence was terrifying, Nerine swallowed hard and tried to stop her body from trembling. Would this be the end for them? The horses surrounding her that she'd come to love and respect, those who made her feel such pride in her herd...
Please no, Cascade please protect us.
She prayed under her breath, exhaling and closing her eyes tightly. The sound of a struggling horse caught her attention, her eyes snapped open once more.
Thaumas?
The fact that this giant stallion was restrained, unable to fight back against the Flock...She felt a shiver of fear crawl up her spine. Have you ever experienced those moments where you doubt the safety of your future? And you just... Can't quite make sense of the moment, everything is still in motion yet you can't bring yourself to react...
Nerine couldn't quite believe what she had witnessed. The death of the Defender.
Eve's scream reverberated through her ears, playing like a horrible melody in her head. There was a fine ringing that followed, Nerine's body had grown cold. Her heartbeat had slowed down... The gentle nudge of someone's muzzle caught the small mare's attention. Her eyes still focused on the now rising body of the Defender- Fijalahr had... Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
She finally started to move slowly.
Nerine turned and pushed into Eve, hoping that it would have a domino effect on Nagisa too, to get the mares moving.
"Run...Run please." She spoke in a shuddering breath.
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