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Post by Flarism on Jan 22, 2017 10:47:08 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 303: Potential Allies - Onea!
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'D
- Keep an open mind about your character joining the Vindicators. It would be a temporary alliance and would require no change to their reference image. It is not required, however.
Prompt: The past months have not been kind to the Vindicators. Desperation has struck hard and fast, and they need numbers now more than ever. Two teams were formed under Dinah’s orders. You will go to the Skytop Forest, where rumors of Hedgewitches fly. And with luck, you will soon count them among your number. Time of Day: Early Evening. |
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Post by Flarism on Jan 22, 2017 14:08:29 GMT -6
Your duty is not an easy one. Nor is the decision to come for those you meet.
But these are not easy times.
The Vindicators have taken heavy losses. Facing off against the might of Aodh, then thrown into the jaws of the Cult, there has been precious little time to think. Dinah has elected to take the time to rebuild. She remains in the Vindicator's secret camp, tending to the wounded, planning the next move.
Your mission is clear. Find the hedgewitches of the Skytop Forest. Convince them to aid you. Should you come upon a mercenary, seek their help as well, though you have precious few coins to spare.
The factionless will be hard to convince. You call them to a losing side, a fight they have no dog in. Do all that you can.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Jan 22, 2017 22:51:10 GMT -6
ITHRAN Vagabond | Vindicator
"A wise man fears three things: the sea at storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man."Ithran walked slowly through the forests of Onea, taking in the scents and sounds of his childhood. Underfoot pine needles crunched and rustled, releasing their scents into the comfortably warm air of a War-Forged summer. Insects buzzed around him, a constant underlying hum of noise that was remarkably relaxing.
Cinder was perched on his back, a fuzzy ball of warmth. The squirrel was probably asleep. They'd been walking for a while, he and Freya, all in search of some hedgewitches and a mercenary who was reported to be in the area. Ithran didn't question Dinah's wisdom in sending them out to look for these horses, or at least he didn't want to. Their mission was pretty simple at face value. Go out and search all of Onea, find more Vagabonds, and convince them to join the cause pretty much for free. No, nothing at all unreasonable in that.
Admittedly, he wasn't being entirely fair. He and Freya more or less knew where they were going, and how to get there. Just because they'd been walking for hours and should have started seeing signs of the other horses didn't mean they were lost, no, not at all.
At least he was able to spend more time in Onea, even if it was on a mission like this. Perhaps it was his time here which had finally caused Kaia to bless him. Even now, he could feel the earth under his hooves in a way he hadn't been able to before. It was subtle, but it was there, and he was desperate to practice with his new powers.
Of course, he couldn't take the time to explore them properly until the mission was over. With an irritated flick of his tail he focused on the trail under his hooves and the steady monotony of one hoof in front of the other. Best to get this over with. A cool evening breeze blew through the trees with a rushing sound. It played through his mane and danced away, heading east. Ithran glanced at Freya. Hopefully she was having a better time out here than he was.
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OOC: It's a nice evening, but Ithran's grumpy. Please feel free to antagonize him.
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Jan 24, 2017 3:03:15 GMT -6
It was a quiet breezy day in Onea, The summer air was filled with oxygen and the forests rang with the sounds of nature. Freya loved being outdoors which made her job as a Vindicator much easier as there were many times where she had to sleep under the stars in unknown places. Luckily for her, her Astronomy skill works hand in hand with that and makes the job much easier.
Though for now her skill wasn't needed just yet, The sun's receding rays felt so warm and comforting on her back that is when it didn't get blocked by the gorgeous foliage Onea has to offer. Freya then turned to look at Ithran her fellow Vindicator who has been through many troubles and turmoil both here in Onea and in Aodh, Though Dinah made the mission clear there was still so many questions that yet needed to be answered.
"So Ithran, How do you suppose we are going to persuade these individuals to join our cause? If we cross paths with any Mercenaries they don't do much without coin which unfortunately we have little of, Along with that what in the seven hells would hedgewitches even want in return?.." She asked curiously and astounded as her mind raced with the possibilities, 'Perhaps the mercenary's family was killed by Cultists, like my own.' If that's even what they're rallying troops for. Questions filled her mind, rather than answers which Freya did not appreciate at all but what can you do in that situation? She decided to focus on her surroundings instead and try to make conversation with her companion, Gods know how much longer it would be before the duo would find any traces of the equines.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Jan 24, 2017 22:57:49 GMT -6
Dante | Mercenary | VagabondDante grumbled to himself as he walked down the wooded pathway. Work had run stale in this area. Oneans were just too brutish to need his services. They could handle themselves too well. That's what the stallion thought of them, anyway. He'd gotten maybe two jobs in the last four jobs. One of them wasn't even for his typical services, so to speak. The only reason Dante had felt the need to stick around so long was in order to plot his route south. With Eithne being writhe with kidnappings of vagabonds, it was so much harder to get past there. What really sucked was that it was his main place of business for so long. He'd even dare to call it his home. Nevertheless, their was nothing he could do about the business of the Aodhians.
Dante attempted to clear his mind, no reason to dwell on such droll topics. Instead he focused on the path home. Perhaps if he stayed far to the east, off any forged trails, no one would notice him. Or he could hire a captain. "Ah to sail to Aquore and become a pirate. What a dream!" Dante mused to himself with a chuckle.
His thoughts abruptly trailed off at the sound of approaching steps. I'm not in Aodh territory yet. I've got to stop worrying so much. Then again... Dante quickly glanced around for the source of the noise. If it was anything too dangerous it would be easy to just bolt. But, he was tired and that might throw him off his proper path. The stallion decided, if it were other horses, he'd certainly just smooth-talk his way out of it. Dante nodded to himself, no longer worried about what might lie ahead.
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Post by dasarith on Jan 25, 2017 14:55:24 GMT -6
Deyanira - Hedgewitch - Vagabond Back at the beginning. Deyanira thought to herself as she walked next to her current travelling partner Zemora. How long ago had it been since she left this same forest on route to Mt. Skelder. She stopped in her steps for a bit lost in her thoughts about her trip to the northern region of Onea. Sure she had failed on her trek to shrine of Kaia and yes there was also the matter of the War-Forged horses considering sending them off to Valore to be slaves. But everything works out for a reason Deyanira thought as she turned towards Zemora. Traveling around by herself was very out of her comfort zone and Zermora's company was more than welcome. There was also the fact that Deyanira was learning about potions through the older hedgewitch which was very reminiscent of Deyanira's time in the coven.
I wonder how they all are doing she questioned as she looked up at the sky through the leaves of the numerous trees. Her mind was not allowed to linger for long though, for a cool breeze past through the area and along with the rustling of their leaves Deyanira heard faint whispers in her ears. Others others! In an instant Deya turned towards Zemora, "Zemora it seems we are not alone in this area," she said before she did a quick prayer to Kaia in her mind for her blessing.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jan 25, 2017 17:05:03 GMT -6
Z E M O R A | H E D G E W I T C HZemora breathed a sigh of relief when she began to recognize the ground beneath her cloven hooves. It had been too long in the heart of Onea, ever since the Spring Festival Zemora had been yearning for the solitude and warmth of her tree home. She thought she would be taking the long journey home alone, but was surprisingly happy to have companionship. Deyanira was welcomed company, the two talked and shared knowledge as they both recovered from their hazardous circumstance with the War Forged. She was still cold from that swim in the river. Shivering involuntarily, Zemora kept an eye out for the minute signs that they were nearing her home.
Deyanira had paused for a bit, Zemora looked behind her to see if she was following or not. As she turned her head her ears caught something odd in the usual, natural silence of the Skytop Forest. It was confirmed as Deyanira said exactly what was on the unicorn's mind. "You're right, we're not." Zemora had traveled the world for more than twenty years, and had had he fair share of fights and untrustworthy equines. Especially after their recent encounter with herd horses, Zemora was not ready to be hospitable. "Let's stay out of sight until we can confirm they don't have ill intentions. We don't need another cold river plunge. Ha!" Zemora gave a bark of dry laughter.
She nodded to Deyanira to follow her, and lifted her hood above her head, threading her horns through the holes. She preferred to hide her identity until she could trust the other or until she had the upper hand. Things were rocky in Aodh and the fact that their War Forged rescuers were even thinking of trading them into slavery kept Zemora very much on edge. "We've really had some aweful luck haven't we?" She gave Deyanira a grim smile.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Jan 26, 2017 22:32:17 GMT -6
ITHRAN Vagabond | Vindicator
"A wise man fears three things: the sea at storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man."One foot in front of the other, over and over and over. And over. They'd been walking too long, and with too little to show for it. The forest was starting to feel oppressive, quiet, and still. Each footfall felt like an intrusion, as if he and Freya were disturbing an ancient creature by their mere presence.
Ithran shook himself. He'd gone too long without a good story, so long his mind was making them up without any conscious effort. With a sharp backwards flick of his ears he refocused on the trail ahead. To his surprise, it branched off a few yards down, and, even more surprising, he could hear footfalls that weren't his or Freya's.
"Hsst! There's someone else ahead," he said, stopping to listen and frowning at the fork in the trail. Late evening was no good time to be meeting strangers in the woods. However, anyone this far out at this hour was most likely a vagabond like themselves, which was exactly what they were here for. "I think we should go ahead and meet them. Who knows? We might get lucky. Kaia knows we're due for some luck." On his back Cinder stirred, then scrambled up his neck to perch on his head. Ithran brought his ears up to help the squirrel balance, then started walking again.
In a few long strides he reached the fork in the trail and came nearly face-to-face with the horse he'd heard. It was a tall grullo stallion, a few hands shorter than Ithran and of a lighter build, but a fighter from his stance and walk. He was scarred from fighting but looked young. Ithran liked the look of him, and paused in the trail. The stallion just might be open to recruitment. They would have to be wary, though.
"Hello, my name is Ithran, and this is my companion, Freya." He nodded towards the mare. "It's a fine evening, I must say. I'm wondering what you're doing out here so late though." Oh no, that sounds threatening. "Would you be interested in camping with Freya and I tonight? Safety in numbers and all that."
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OOC: he's not just annoyed, he's super bored too. and yes, Cinder is still sitting on his head.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Jan 29, 2017 14:47:49 GMT -6
Dante | Mercenary | VagabondDante froze in his tracks as two horses appeared from the trees. He pinned his ears and studied them closely. He had to tread carefully when it came to strangers these days. These two very well could be pulling a trap to drag him off to Aodh as a new slave.
The stallion clenched his jaw. Would a slaver say something like that? They might... Then again... Dante didn't know what to think.
"What I am doing out so late is none of your concern. But, yes, there are safety in numbers when you know who you're travelling with." He snorted. "How do I know I can trust the two of you?"
Then again, to straight up say one's name isn't exactly the smartest move. Perhaps these two would be safe enough. They didn't quite look like the dangerous type. Dante gave them another once-over. "I'm Dante. I would suggest that if I do stay with the two of you, you don't try to pull anything. I say so for your own safety, not mine. I know how to defend myself and I can assure you I won't go down without a fight." He snarled at them, but he was beginning to think they might actually be pretty safe.
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Jan 30, 2017 15:31:30 GMT -6
Freya stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Ithran, She stood up straight and looked at the trail ahead keeping her eyes keen on who the equine might be. 'Please don't be an ignorant Raider, I don't want to have to fight this late..' She paused until the dark-maned stallion walked into the light of her lantern.
As Ithran spoke her mind filled with ideas to say/do that could possibly make this mercenary looking figure side with them and their cause, Ithran looked a little nervous after a sentence he spoke ended up coming out a wee bit rough around the edges. 'Dante eh' the stallion told them his name was after Ithran introduced the duo.
"You are right sir, We have no business asking but we are treading carefully just as you are. Our fears are the same and I would hope our enemies are similar as well."
Freya bowed her head showing a mutual respect, "We are Vindicators and we want no qualms, I have no doubts an equine like yourself can fend off anyone that would fight you."
She then took a second to reach into her saddlebags and find her coin purse, Freya then tossed a silver coin to the Mercenary. "As a measure of goodwill please take my gift, We don't have much to offer but I want you to doubt that we might have any ill will towards you."
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Post by Western-Witch on Jan 31, 2017 0:25:35 GMT -6
Z E M O R A | H E D G E W I T C HZemora maneuvered through the trees quietly. Her hooves fell softly on moss covering the forests floor. Her hood sharpened her eyes and kept her focused, blocking out anything else that may be distracting. Her ears twisted this way and that picking up on any other hoofbeats in the area. Soon a third joined the first two. Finally she caught figures in the dimming sunlight. The dusk made her uneasy, cultists were always out and about in the forests. They didn't want to be stuck outside at night for much longer. She had hoped to have reached her home by tonight, but it looked like plans had changed.
Hidden among the large trunks of the Skytop forest were three tough looking horses. A mare and two stallions. Though the last stallion looked like a loner and definitely a fighter. Zemora had just reached them in time to hear the dark mare say they were Vindicators. Zemora rolled her eyes. What were they doing here? So far from what mattered? A sharp light caught Zemora's attention and she realized it was a coin. The fighter most definitely had to be a Mercenary. Were they looking for more bodies to fight in their cause? The unicorn gave a not so muffled grunt of disapproval. She had moved to this portion of Hireath for its solitude and peacefulness. She did not have time for a whole herd of Vagabonds doing business together so close to her shop. They would surely scare any potential customers away.
Zemora stepped from her hiding spot into the light of the setting sun, keeping her in darkness. "Well it looks like you've all made yourselves quite comfortable here. Mind telling me why a group of Vagabonds are found doing business in my part of Skytop?" She knew she had no standing to backup chasing them out. She was an older unicorn and she wasn't going to force Deyanira into fighting for her, but she was tired and done with the ridiculous amount of nonsense other horses created. She just wanted to be home and share a cup of tea with Deyanira if she accepted the invitation.
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Post by dasarith on Jan 31, 2017 23:48:36 GMT -6
Deyanira - Hedgewitch - Vagabond "We've really had some aweful luck haven't we?" "We sure do," Deya responded to Zemora with a small laugh before gently following after her. As she came to a stop Deyanira peered around Zemora looking at the three figures. She held her breath afraid of the possibility of them being cultist. Although she was a bit hard of hearing she was able to catch a word or two of their conversation. When the word vindicators came around it helped her relax a bit but still what were they doing out here? What business could they possibly have here in this forest? Her brow furrowed as soon as she saw the coin fly up into the air. Why would Vindicators be giving money to a vagabond? There was no way that horses like them would have any need for a mercenary.
Her attention changed back to Zemora as she heard her let out a grunt of disapproval. Deyanira opened her mouth about to ask Zemora what she had heard but stiffened up as the unicorn stepped out of their hiding spot. Deyanira lowered her head, trying her best to still stay hidden. Although she wasn't much of a fighter she still had the element of surprise just in case.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Feb 5, 2017 17:37:22 GMT -6
Dante | Mercenary | VagabondDante snorted at the mare as she stepped forward. "I never said my services were for sale." He huffed at her, but took the coin anyways. His eyes gazed between the two vindicators. Trust couldn't be given easily, but he didn't believe they were much of a threat. Cultists had tells. These two... They were different from that. "You're not wrong, though."
The stallion paused as another mare approached from the shadows. His suspicion began to grow once again, but was quickly dissipated when the old mare seemed to be more angry about all of their presences. Ignoring her, Dante asked a question to the two vindicators. "What is the cause you are fighting for? Perhaps I'll give back your coin if I see it something worthy of my time." A smirk grew on his face. The two were clearly fighting for something. That seemed to be what the mare was getting at, at least. It had been so long since he'd done something for himself and not for the pay. The words of Freya suggesting they might have a common enemy certainly gave him higher hopes.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Feb 9, 2017 23:32:45 GMT -6
ITHRAN Vagabond | Vindicator
"A wise man fears three things: the sea at storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man."
The stallion was, naturally, wary. That was a perfectly reasonable reaction, especially out here. It took a bit of work to convince others to trust you. Ithran listened with half an ear as Freya tried to prove their trustworthiness. The stallion's name was Dante, apparently. Something else had drawn his attention though, a faint feeling almost like...
"Well it looks like you've all made yourselves quite comfortable here. Mind telling me why a group of Vagabonds are found doing business in my part of Skytop?" A strange voice broke into the conversation, and Ithran turned sharply to face the newcomer. It was an older unicorn mare, with a bright red and gold coat. She'd been the source of whatever he'd felt. Perhaps it was an extension of his new Blessing, or perhaps he'd finally started to become more attuned to his surroundings. Either way, this was quite the day for coincidences; Ithran couldn't recall any other times he'd met so many horses at once.
She looked like a hedgewitch, of all things. If she was, that could prove as useful as Dante, who sounded as if he was open to talk. Even better, she might know an inn or wayhouse where they could stay the night. "We mean no harm, ma'am." He paused, considering what she'd said. "Your part of the forest, you say? Well, you're sure to know it better than us. Is there a place we might be able to stay that's out of the weather?" Night was coming on fast, and it would be far better to talk someplace a little more... permanent than some makeshift camp in a hollow off the trail.
He glanced back at Freya as the mercenary rejected the coin she'd offered him. Hopefully he'd be a little more receptive once they'd explained the situation. Ithran didn't like this business, and the idea of trusting complete strangers with the struggles of the Vindicators left him with a bad taste in his mouth, but he wasn't about to question the Paladin. Dinah knew what she was doing. Didn't she?
Cinder, who'd been sitting on his head and watching the proceedings with interest, scampered back down to his withers and curled up, a small, warm ball of fur. At least one of them was happy with how things were going.
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Post by Western-Witch on Feb 11, 2017 13:14:07 GMT -6
Z E M O R A | H E D G E W I T C H
Zemora was surprisingly strong for an older mare. But suddenly she realized just how many horses there really were here. All three of them were seasoned travelers from their lean muscled build and no one was who they really were these days. She turned her head behind her to see where Deyanira was hiding. If they needed she would do well as a surprise attack. But to Zemora's relief the brown stallion turned to her and pronounced they were harmless. Of course she took this like a double edged sword. But his general appearance and mood were nonthreatening and his curiosity at finding a place to stay was a common one among traveling horses with no ill wishes.
Zemora wanted Deyanira's opinion, but she wasn't going to betray her friends location until she was ready. She turned to the Vindicator, in turn ignoring the Mercenary, "I'd like to hear an answer first to the Mercenary's question. But I do know of a place you can stay. It all depends on your answer however. My trust can only be blind for so long." She kept her face reserved and her tone neutral. She hoped her forwardness wouldn't turn this situation south. She also kept her name to herself. If their answer agreed with her, she would play the part as host and become more amiable.
As she glanced at the group of horses, she weighed each in her mind. The mare had seemed calm and pleasant when offering the coin. The Vindicator stallion also had a pleasant, reserved attitude, nothing aggressive seemed to be emanating from either of their forms. However the Mercenary was a wild card. She knew how they were, and their job description left them unethical and violent. Also he ignored her. So that was enough for Zemora to dislike him. But she liked to give the benefit of the doubt.
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Feb 14, 2017 17:47:55 GMT -6
Freya looked to Ithran and from all of their time together could read his emotions pretty well, After all if you're fighting together you must know your comrade or well.. you die. He was looking uneasy after she had talked with Dante, Freya got the hint that it might not be the three of them anymore.
A new voice and figure emerged from the shadows of the trees, She didn't like the fact that this new equine was hooded and couldn't see who this might be. The mare then asked a question which was similar to the one Dante had asked as well 'You'll be okay, She doesn't seem like a threat' with a lighthearted sigh Freya greeted the new mare "I don't know how long you've been here but let me introduce ourselves, I'm Freya and this is Ithran my fellow Vindicator along with his familiar Cinder" Looking towards the little flying squirrel. "We don't want any conflict, and to answer your question our faction has fallen on some bad times, unfortunately.."
Her voice grew quiet so no one else was able to eavesdrop on their conversation, "After our last attack in Aodh we lost quite a few of our members but then when we were camped the cultists took advantage of our wounded, weak, and even our young foals so we lost even more."Freya's voice cracked as flashes of the foals murdered in cold blood filled her mind, she quickly looked at Dante and the new mare and caught her breath before taking a second to restore the calmness in her voice, "Our Paladin sent us to find recruits to help in our fight. It's a mighty thing to ask, I realize that but if we don't a lot more lives will be lost."
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Feb 21, 2017 19:33:56 GMT -6
Dante | Mercenary | VagabondDante took a step back from the group as the third mare finally crossed his vision. He pinned his ears, prepared to strike if she proved to be a threat. This certainly was shaping up to look like an ambush. But, the mare spoke out her disapproval of them being in that area. His muscles lost their tension. She was not threat. In fact, she had the same question as he did.
Dante listened as Freya revealed their plan in the slightest amount more of depth. Vindicators... He didn't know much about them, just that they were vagabonds as well. "Pretty sure everyone lost someone to the Aodhian raid if they happened to be a vagabond." He murmured as she made it sound like they'd been specifically targeting the vindicators. At the mention of cultists raiding them as well, his heart dropped. Of course the bastards would take advantage of such a situation.
"So let me get this straight. Your leader is trying to start a war or maybe an exodus?" Dante smirked at the thought. "I'm not exactly the knightly type. But, if it involves kicking the asses of the two types who threw me out, I'm down to get my hooves dirty." Despite his lack of years, Dante certainly had fighting experience. For a cause that seemed worthy enough, he might just put those skills to the test. "I would definitely be willing to help if you gave a few more details."
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Post by Western-Witch on Feb 23, 2017 17:37:38 GMT -6
Z E M O R A | H E D G E W I T C H
Zemora listened as the brindle mare answered her question. She didn't know how to quite feel about it all. All she knew was that it was getting dark, and their talk of Cultists on the move made her nervous. It would be best to head indoors. But could she trust these equines? Their cause seemed just and their demeanor was nonthreatening. She did have plenty of experience with reading equines in her travels. Hearing the Mercenary agree to hear more details urged Zemora to make a quick decision.
"I sounds like you two may have an interesting story to tell. And I'm willing to listen as well. As I said before I do know of somewhere for all of us to stay. It's my shop, just a ways this way. My name is Zemora, I'm a Hedgewitch." She didn't know whether they would trust her back. "I know I haven't given you much to trust me on. I don't know much about you either. But I'm tired, a little cold and ready for something good to eat. If you feel the same you're more than welcome to join me."
She hoped she wasn't making a mistake. She also didn't know whether Deyanira was okay with this situation either. But the Vagabonds had peaked her interest and as she had said she was tired from her month long journey to Onea.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Feb 27, 2017 16:20:27 GMT -6
ITHRAN Vagabond | Vindicator
"A wise man fears three things: the sea at storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man."
With a lazy flick of his ears Ithran listened as Freya explained their mission to the mercenary and the newcomer. The sun's rays slanted through the trees, bathing everything in cool golden light. It was almost warm, and now that the situation didn't seem so tense, all the weariness of a long and tiring day hit Ithran like a load of bricks. He shook himself and looked around once more to keep himself awake.
The mercenary, Dante, seemed a good man. Ithran didn't know him, of course, but he seemed the steady sort. The hedgewitch was a different story. While Ithran wasn't particularly prejudiced against them, he didn't trust them either. Too many were closely aligned with Cultists. However that might be, this mare seemed happy enough to talk to them, and for now that would be enough.
She introduced herself as Zemora, and invited them all back to her shop. Hmm... Ithran glanced at Freya, trying to guess her opinion on the suggestion. He was willing enough, and Cinder didn't seem to be bothered by the goings-on.
"I must admit, that sounds lovely, if you don't mind us all invading your shop. What do you think, Freya?" Nice as the evening was, he didn't want to spend the night out here.
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Mar 3, 2017 18:38:14 GMT -6
With a sigh of relief she smiled at the mare, "It really is quite a tale, though it certainly isn't a fun one" Freya mused before realizing who she was "Zemora?.. You're an actual hedgewitch?" Freya stood still for a moment almost starstruck that they actually found one. "I didn't imagine we would actually come across one of you, I've always wanted to meet a hedgewitch. Magic and potions have always caught my interest!" she looked towards Ithran who was looking very tired and ready to settle in for the night.
"I am perfectly fine with checking it out, Besides I'm getting an uneasy feeling outside here in these woods." Freya looked behind her and at the surroundings, "Zemora.. Did you come here alone? I can't shake this feeling that it's not just the four of us.. Ithran, Dante do you feel the same or am I just going crazy?" With the sun's light now faded Freya unhooked her lantern from her saddlebag and started to walk around her fellow equines scanning the tree line.
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