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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2017 14:58:29 GMT -6
vidar oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit Vidar was, as always, an astonishing catalyst. The battle compounded before his eyes, doubling, tripling in size as his brothers leaped to Ansgar's aid, as the Abaddon's raiders turned their enraged attention toward him. He was steeply outnumbered, outsized, overpowered.
This was the first moment he realized he'd made a terrible mistake.
His blade met Ansgar's, again and again, ringing every time it impacted his brother's broadsword, rattling and brittle-feeling in the cold air. His attacks were furious, but futile, fragile. Ansgar was stronger, and he wasn't alone. As Iskalder and Cormac rushed in to support Ansgar, Vidar gritted his teeth and retreated a few steps, to safer ground, to avoid being surrounded.
He glanced back to find Vidalia --whose cries drew his increasingly panicked attention-- but what he saw was Vladimir, always just in time, always right where Vidar needed him. Vidar almost laughed with relief, but the feeling didn't last.
Vidar didn't feel victorious when Ansgar bled. He choked. He recognized, again, that something was wrong and his blade fell still. Ansgar recoiled in pain, and when Ualda pushed to the front of the crowd, Vidar met her eyes. With the cries of his kinsmen around him, Vidar looked at his half sister, and looked afraid. Everything had gone so terribly wrong, all at once. He felt his stomach get heavy.
Vladimir leaped into conflict with Iskalder, both of them vicious, as Ansgar recovered his footing through the pain. Vidalia shed blood at the hands of her friend, and Alcippe urged the flanks to defy their stalwart leader.
He was aware of Ansgar's blade, of the oncoming attack. Still facing Ualda, the sister who had sold Astrid and bought Alcippe, Vidar closed his eyes.
And the earth shook.
The frozen ground shuddered, sheets of ice cracking and sliding downward into a deep, sudden crevasse. Ansgar's attack was thwarted as the rock between the brothers fell into itself, splintering off to the side, away from the crowd. Vidar looked down just as the earth fell still, and the stunned crowd watched in momentary silence.
The cry that echoed from underneath the glacier was one Vidar understood but did not recognize. As the golem lindworm, a living helix of broken ice and jagged rock, erupted from the earth, Vidar watched it streak overhead, his jaw slack and eyes fearful. It was a huge column of stone, screaming upwards and arching over the crowd to dive back into the ground. Freed from a long slumber in a foreign land, it seemed to be celebrating its liberty.
Vidar knew instinctively it belonged to the stone he'd found in Aquore, but he didn't know how to stop it.
As it smashed back into the earth, completing an arc over the gathering, the worm breached the ground as easily as water, crumpling the surface like paper in its wake. It screamed again from below, and the rock trembled underneath the gathered hooves. A sheet of rock broke free from the coastline, unfathomably heavy, and slid into the water. The force slammed the anchored ships against their docks, made them strain against their tethers.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2017 15:06:23 GMT -6
 IT'S WORM TIMEwe're gonna try something fun. Worm is going to be a crowd controlled NPC. this means you can use the worm in your post however you like, so long as you respect other people's previous actions and keep the following things in mind:
- the lindworm cannot directly attack a child of Kaia. it will not bite, eat, bodyslam or intentionally crush anybody, but it is huge and is destroying the ground, which could potentially cause injury
- we are all standing on the shoreline, not in the town. there are no buildings to smash. do not bring Worm into town!!! the party is here!
- Worm doesnt really listen to Vidar at this point; it's mostly just happy it's back in Onea and is here to party. unfortunately, it is also huge and bad
- **NEW: the Trespasser has plot armor, and must remain intact for future chapter plots. everything else is fair game.
- HAVE FUN WITH OUR NEW SCREAMING ROCK NOODLE Summary of this round:
Two of the clan's elders, Calder and Faust, were disgusted by the conflict. Calder urged the crew of the Trespasser to see reason, and Faust cursed Gidal's lack of control over his clan.
Alcippe, using information supplied by the telepathic Vladimir, made a bold announcement: Gidal and the Bloody Flanks were lying about the beloved Astrid's fate. She urged the clan to stand with the Trespasser. Syidae, a young scout, was caught between loyalty to the clan and adherence to the younger generation's ideals, but Aubrey was feeling much less conflicted. She joined those on the Trespasser, pledging loyalty to the crew.
Vladimir joined his captain in battle, attacking Ansgar and removing his ear just as the brothers Iskalder and Cormac joined the fray on Ansgar's side. Lorian remained nearby to assist, and Synn quickly avenged Vidalia's attack on Ansgar by grabbing the mule's neck in her teeth. Vidalia broke free, striking at Lorian with a kick as she retrieved her weapon.
Ualda, ever a voice of reason, broke through the crowd to urge her brothers to make peace. Vidar hesitated, and for a moment it seemed that he would heed her. As his emotions went out of control, Vidar's lindworm golem made its first terrible appearance, opening up a crack in the earth between Vidar and Ansgar, and leaping overhead. It began to destroy the terrain with its motion, knocking huge pieces of earth into the water.
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on May 31, 2017 0:59:34 GMT -6
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Despite good intentions the situation between herself and Dally quickly spun out of control. The wildling thrusted herself away, leaving muddy marks in Synn's scarred shoulder and caterwauling loud enough to make the dappled scout's ears ring painfully. Not that the rising clamor around them as sides were chosen made the situation any better.
And it became worser still..
A cannonade of sound rose above the rest- Alcippe's voice dominated the air for a moment, changing the playing field in a matter of seconds.
Synn's mind drew a blank.
Lying? Ansgar lied? Or was it their oh-so venerable and bygone leader Gidal that had brought this about? More importantly however, where then was Astrid? Synn was in the dark.
The truth and reality of the situation came hurdling towards her faster and with more force than a tidal wave, sucking her into an undertow of apprehension. For the first time since her and Ramm planned to run away together, she was presented with a choice. A life altering choice. To follow the clan as Gidal ordered, to follow her captain as Iskalder had rallied, or to do the unthinkable.. The greying mare had little time to dwell. Lorian was drawing nearer but Synn was not wholly aware of his intentions- so lost was she in the ever-rising chaos. That was until she watched Vidalia swing herself closer to the prone weapon behind her and come swinging, hoarfrost clinging to her pelt and icy breath cascading from her parted maw. It was no use trying to reason either side, and it was all that Synn could do to avoid the heavy swing of that blasted hammer and watch her young friend- the once-filly she'd once called family- reel to strike her masked crew-mate.
That was until the very earth gave way beneath her hooves. Once more, she relived that night on Alya's Spine, plummeting down the ravine in the dark of the storm, the tumultuous and frigid river rushing up to meet her battered body and then-
"MOVE!" Synn went into overdrive, unable to reach any one body at a time she sought to preserve the one thing she had control over.
Ice and stone crackled, the terrain shifting and groaning in cadence with a great roar that echoed from everywhere and nowhere at once. Her sight was a blur, her legs scraping on stone as she heaved herself away from the edge of the falling rock and found purchase on solid ground just as a monolithic shadow passed overhead.
"By Kaia's Earth.." Synn gasped, watching in stupefaction and terror as myth crossed through space to occupy the real world.
A lindworm, Kaia's great creation, was ripping the earth apart in its rampage. Before she could blink its massive form dove beneath the surface once more, tremors violently diffusing through the soil. The ashen mare stood frozen there as an entirely new breed of turmoil came to light.
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Post by PaganStars on Jun 1, 2017 19:11:27 GMT -6
When Lorian awoke this morning he did not think he would find himself surrounded by his fellow Bloody Flanks, divided as orders were called out. Should one fight for their clan leader? to support their home and file out those that fought back. Or should they listen to the young son who wished for a different future for the Flanks. Lorian was confused, his mind reeling as he chased after Synn and Vidalia, nostrils flaring as he faced the mule that had charged to Ansgar's sides. He was momentarily distracted by Synn, glancing over at her just as Vidalia's rage finally reached its breaking point and she lashed out at the two of them, hooves making full contact with the metal that surrounded Lorian's face.
The sound of Metal being struck could be heard as Ansgar and Vidar clashed but the sound that emanated from Lorian's helmet was quite different and left the stallion's ears ringing. He stumbled back, neck stiffening as he fought to find his ground, his world spinning. Falling to one leg, he shook his head and struggled to get the metal off, the gold clanging loudly as it met the ground. Breathing heavily Lorian stood and shook his head again, Kaia would the ringing ever stop. Opening his eyes once more, Lorian was met with horrified screams and Synn screaming to move as the ground cracked and roared.
Lorian looked up in time to see the worm mid-air. It was almost beautiful if it hadn't been for the chaos it caused. Diving away, Lorian snatched at his helmet and split from Synn and Vidalia, breathing heavy. Gods, what was he going to do.
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Post by data-bull on Jun 2, 2017 3:08:13 GMT -6
Rose
Until the monster's appearance, Rose had remained standing alongside Gidal, observing as the brawl unfolded. She was fully prepared to drag whoever went down first to the nearest sick tent by the ears, but it was obvious they had bigger concerns the instant the worm made its appearance. Certainly not shy about making its presence known, it burrowed through the frost-bitten earth with frightening ease; immediately the situation escalated with horses running in all directions. She heard no words, only the screams echoed by every man, woman, and child as they attempted to avoid the lindworm's writhing body.
"Get to higher ground!", she roared, attempting to herd those who'd scattered in her direction.
The din of wood crashing against wood caught her attention, and she set her sights on the Tresspasser. Without considering the consequences, the Medic galloped towards the docks; they needed to protect the supplies, no matter the cost.
"I'm here to help!", Rose shouted as she attempted to force her way aboard. As more rocks shook lose from the coastal face and sent waves pounding against the ship's hull it was clear that she had to leave port immediately, or else they might lose it all.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 17:43:55 GMT -6
ANSGAR
Ansgar was frozen as the ground shook.
The scream of a creature - long buried and itching for life - came from deep within, and he only had a second to spare before it cracked through the surface. He scrambled backwards, gaping as he struggled to find his footing. He heard the cries and gasps that came from his Clan, and knew he was among them in their shock.
The lindworm dove back into the ground, and it was all Ansgar could do to not collapse from shock as it shook rocks into the sea. The ships bellowed, and he winced at the sound.
As the chaos escalated to new heights, he felt an unfamiliar - and very uncomfortable - emotion swell in his chest.
Panic.
Frantically he scanned the crowd, his fear rising as the lindworm continued on its path of destruction.
Where were they?
Odina, Philip - his most beloved, he could only pray they found safety as the creature continued to wail.
He turned to those that lingered by his sides, the fear in his body souring to exasperation. At once, their safety became his priority. He could not care for those he could not find. Wordlessly he asked they either find safety elsewhere or stand their ground - the choice was theirs alone to make.
His attention was once more reverted back to his brother, and he inhaled sharply. The sound of the great earth shattering time and time again made his throat tighten. He steadied his own footing, as though he was ensuring the ground still existed beneath him. The roars of the great creature drummed through his mind, and in a way he allowed the sound to fuel him - or rather, remind him - of his rage.
Even with the great divide between them, he made sure his snarl reached Vidar's ears.
"Damn you!"
He refused to let the surrounding chaos engulf him.
"What have you done to us?!"
Would their fate had been different if he had been the one?
"Gidal was wrong about you. It should have been me. You've done nothing but lead us to ruin!"_________________
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 22:00:06 GMT -6
vidar i swear my motive can still remain sincere Vidar heard his own breath in his ears as Ghosthold erupted into madness. The herd scattered as the screaming golem rumbled under the earth, as the ships strained against their restraints. Voices erupted over loudly breaking earth and Vidar, his blade still lowered, cast a searching glance at the scene around him. Alcippe was readying the ship as Raiders and more forced themselves aboard.
His crew was fighting his family, and they were losing.
He saw Gidal, massive and frozen, watching with an unreadable face as the landscape collapsed near the seaside. A cavern was born as the lindworm weakened the earth, and the crater began gulping seawater as the tide was rocked by the bedlam. Gidal seemed to shake free of his trance, galloping to the collapse and pulling his clansmen free. His Earth Manipulation blessing worked futilely to undo the damage. As always, he was not thinking about his sons.
Voices lifted in terror as the pier, brilliant and new, splintered off from the bucking coastline. A corner of it broke, like a bone, and disappeared into cold, frothy water. Vidar turned his eyes back to Ansgar as the earth under him groaned. The piece of earth holding him (holding Vladimir, and Vidalia, and those they did battle with) sunk several feet, tipping slightly. Ghosthold was coming apart, being swallowed by sea.
Vidar kept his footing but gazed up at his brother --they were separated by chasm now, Ansgar practically overhead-- as Ansgar spoke. Vidar didn't answer at first. "Get to the ship!" He ordered Vladimir and Vidalia. "Now!" There was a crack as Gidal's mighty warhammer hit the ground, and his blessing pushed a scrambling body from a landslide.
"YOU?" Vidar's voice cracked, incredulous through the sound of shifting earth. "You sold her! You used Odin to do it, and you lied to everyone!" He raised his blade again, although it would do him no good with Ansgar on the high ground. "Now your brother is spinning in his grave, and Gidal still doesn't give a shit about you."
Gidal was out of earshot. Vidar wondered if he could have said a word of this where his father could hear. "You're on the losing side, Ansgar. Gidal will damn you all." post 6 | 374 words can we have a moment of silence for vidar and his bad, bad choices |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 22:59:25 GMT -6
ANSGAR
Ansgar could only stand by and watch - helpless - as everything he once knew fell apart before him. A Clan that was on the verge of rebirth, only to be splintered by the prodigal son who was destined to save them.
Screams from all around threatened to consume him - and he winced with each cry of the lindworm, each creak of their fleet, and every crack the earth made as it split apart.
Ansgar knew, sure as ever, a grave error had been made.
He allowed himself a moment to sway with the ground as it shifted, though his eyes remained on Vidar. His sword was drawn by his side, and he relished the anger that coursed through him.
He had never truly learned how to tame his emotions, but for once, he appreciated the ferocity in which they burned.
It was a subtle wrath - one that flickered unlike anything he had felt before. In all his years, looking at Vidar filled him with nothing more than bitterness and resentment, and now...
Now looking at him made a flicker turn to an eruption, and he snarled.
The words severed anything that was left of Ansgar's remorse. At once, any logical thought or reasoning was abandoned. He was a creature led by nothing more than emotions, and all he wanted at that moment was an outlet. Any sadness he harbored was shed, and he flattened his ears against his head.
Consequences meant little to a man with nothing to lose - and in that moment, Ansgar wasn't thinking. His anger made him a fool, and all he wanted to do in this moment was act on it.
A brief pause, and then he fucking leapt across the gap, and with that action his sword became its own being. Down swung his wrath - and his deliverance._________________
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2017 12:00:17 GMT -6
!! CONTENT WARNING: this post has a brief description of some potentially unsettling gore
if that's not your bag, skip ahead to the next post to read a summary of this round : ) vidar i swear my motive can still remain sincere The firestorm across Ansgar's face was easy for Vidar to read, even from below.
Later, if Vidar could have had the chance to look back on this with cool-headed clarity, he would have been able to count the hundred opportunities he'd had to stop what happened next. Neither brother had entered the conflict with the intent to cause lasting damage, but neither had had the presence of mind to slow their own momentum. Had Vidar stepped back after any compounding, escalating factor --blood drawn, golems summoned, words spoken-- maybe he would have walked away unscathed. It didn't happen that way.
The truth was, Vidar didn't stop himself when his words succeeded in harming his seemingly invulnerable brother. As the earth roared apart, the clan scrambled, and the Trespasser --her hull full of the Bloody Flanks' necessary winter rations-- detached from the splintering pier, the foolhardy captain focused on nothing but Ansgar's rage. "You can't stand that you failed, and that I didn't."
Ansgar leaped over the chasm, his heavy broadsword lifted, and Vidar sunk his weight into his haunches, prepared to resume their battle. As he had countless times, he lifted his golden saber just in time to block the downward strike of Ansgar's weapon, and swung to knock the blow away.
But that didn't happen.
The slender blade snapped loudly at the touch of the broadsword. With the weight of the larger horse behind the blow, no one had time to hear Vidar's weapon break before Ansgar's finished its downward arc. Ansgar's hooves landed on the stone at the same moment as Vidar's knees, and the ornate hilt of the shattered saber clattered to the ground nearby.
Vidar contorted at Ansgar's feet, his neck curling as he gasped for air, too stunned to scream. Ansgar's heavy blade, sharp as winter, had found its mark, slicing clean at the young captain to separate his brow, his cheek, his eye from his head. It revealed a streaming crater in his face and a bright pattern of exposed jawbone. The side of his skull came away in a clean vivisection, leaving a dark curtain of blood, and Vidar's remaining eye darted wildly, his blinking rapid. In the wintry gloom of Ghosthold, the bright red of the gaping wound was shocking.
When he first tried to speak he only shuddered. The golem roared in a new level of fury, bucking its long body under the coastline. Vidar's stammering was lost in the sound of the beach falling into the water, of Ghosthold's docks buckling out of existence and its small armada beginning to succumb where it was anchored.
Vidar's stare, one-eyed and frantic, locked onto his brother, but his strained words were for his crew: "Find Astrid." He tried to stand, and fell. His feeble teke picked up the handle of his broken weapon, and on the second try he rose to his feet.
His head split by a mortal wound, Vidar stumbled towards his ship. He seemed oblivious to the collapsing world around him, and was already dying. post 7 | 504 words gonna feel that one in the morning am i right |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2017 12:34:53 GMT -6
Summary of this round:As the lindworm radically altered the landscape --sinking some areas, raising others, and leaving jagged, abstract terrain in its wake-- the Flanks scattered in the chaos. Synn moved some of her clanmates away from falling rock, barely reaching safety. Lorian, his helmet struck from his head, was disoriented by Vidalia's blow to his head when the golem appeared, and barely managed to avoid harm as he dashed away from the fight. Rose, watching the ships jostled by the heaving sea, thought only of the supplies in the Trespasser's hull. She attempted to force her way aboard, but not before sending bystanders to the relative safety of Ghosthold proper. A huge cavern fell into the earth by the shoreline, filling with seawater. Gidal rushed to aid those caught in the sinkhole, using his Earth Manipulation blessing to snatch his clanmates from peril while his sons called to each other across the crack in the earth. From above Vidar, Ansgar accused his brother of ruining the Bloody Flanks, and claiming he himself should have been the one to be trusted with the clan's future. Vidar responded with harsh reminders of Ansgar's failings, and a mention of Ansgar's dead brother Odin sent him into a rage. Ansgar leaped from the high ground to resume their fight, his sword swinging down towards his brother. When Vidar raised his blade to block the attack, his weapon broke. Ansgar's strike hit home and split Vidar's skull vertically, from forehead to jaw. The golem fell into a fury and sunk the coastline into the water, destroying the piers and damaging the Flanks' anchored ships. Vidar, in shock from his mortal wound, stumbled back toward the Trespasser, intending to search for his sister. (a note that Vidar does not have his Reality Manipulation, since he received this blessing after last chapter and has done nothing but travel in-game since that time; he did nothing in-character to earn it.)What happens now? This thread is coming to a close soon! Ultimately, your character will have to decide between two choices:- Remain in Ghosthold with Gidal and Ansgar, to repair the Bloody Flanks and continue preparing for the attack on Onea and the War-Forged - Board the Trespasser, currently under Alcippe's command, and leave Ghosthold to search for Astrid
Some info to help you decide:The town of Ghosthold is intact even though the marina is being destroyed. There will be a few ships left in Ghosthold, but they are not large enough to reliably cross an ocean and must remain in Onea. The Trespasser currently contains food and many other supplies that the clan was relying on to survive the long winter, and time before winter is running short. The pier to the Trespasser is destroyed, and your character --if not already on board and unable to fly-- must swim to the ship and will be pulled aboard. Alcippe is acting as Captain to the Trespasser. |
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Post by data-bull on Jun 16, 2017 13:53:35 GMT -6
Rose The cracking strike of broadsword snapping gold sent a shiver down Rose's spine. Even she wasn't prepared for the sight of Vidar, scalp rend from his head and blood draining freely down his neck. As the stone fell away beneath the surf, the Medic turned on her heels, galloping to meet the broken raider. Foolhardy as he may be, he didn't deserve death.
"Vidar!", she screamed, pulling alongside him to support the stallion's weight. "Come on, you've got a ship to catch."
Using her telekinesis, the mare removed her fur collar and wrapped it around Vidar's head; even the thick fur quickly turned red as his life slipped, it was a miracle he hadn't died already. There was risk of infection of course, but there were more pressing things to consider, namely the giant chunk missing from his skull.
"Move it!", Rose ordered as she forced her way aboard the Trespasser; it was no longer time for pleasantries.
Soon as her hooves touched the deck she was pulling medical supplies towards her: blankets, herbs, anything that looked remotely helpful.
"This is going to hurt, Vidar," the Medic explained briefly, "but you need to stay awake."
She wasted no time, throwing the fur bandage to the side so she could see the full extent of his wound. Before she could begin, Rose had to make one thing very clear.
"Don't even think about touching him, or interrupting me. He's hanging on, but he will die if I can't do my job."
Ideally, she would've preferred to care for him below deck, but any more time bleeding freely deceased his chances of survival. If he survived, he could be moved, but not a moment before she knew he was good and ready. |
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Post by Ehrendi on Jun 16, 2017 21:47:19 GMT -6
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This was complete and utter mayhem. Faraji was trying desperately to keep her footing - and her stomach - as the Trespasser rocked with the waves that the Worm caused. She stumbled across the deck towards where Alcippe was, trying to figure out where she best put herself, where she could be the most help when she heard the crack of a sword from down below. She hadn't seen it, but the sound set a deadly chill within her stomach. Moving to the side of the ship, she glanced down and tried not to gasp. Down below she could see Rose hauling the lifeless body of Vidar on board, pushing past the crew. Vidar's face was covered in a fur cloth that was already growing dark with his blood.
Faraji didn't even think twice as she rushed over to Rose who was already starting to apply first aid to him. She hadn't seen the extent of Vidar's wounds, not until Rose began to remove the fur bandage from his face and the chill she had experienced before turned to ice. Faraji had seen some nasty injuries in her time as a medic, but this could easily be among her top worst. Quietly Faraji set down the few medic supplies she had packed into her saddle bags this morning, ignoring the mare as she warned everyone away. Setting her jaw she looked Rose in the eye, almost challenging the other medic to tell her to leave. "Tell me where you need me, I will help." She said, offering her own medic supplies to the older mare.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jun 17, 2017 7:55:28 GMT -6
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Striking true on Lorian's helm was a short-lived victory, disregarded abruptly with the armour-plated beast emerging from the barren soil and tearing the earth asunder; rendering apart what little stability remained at Ghosthold, and dividing the already troubled crowd.
Vidalia's breath hitched as Synn called out and was nearly swallowed by the breach, causing the mule to rock back on her heels and ignore the order, reaching out with her teke to pull the scout from its depths; only for Synn to find purchase again, scrambling away from the chasm unaided almost as quickly as she had fallen. Dozens more fissures began to appear as the lindworm continued it's chaotic, wayward path, and Vidalia started to back up watching as the dock sagged, splintering before her eyes. She found herself pushed closer to her crewmates as chunks of the land broke off and slid into the agitated sea, and ended up witnessing Ansgar throw himself over the gap to meet Vidar's blade,
and shatter it.
The pungent scent of iron instantly clogged her nostrils as her captain fell, his body contorting in silent agony whilst steam rose from the blood pooling around him when it hit the frigid air. Vidalia refused to look directly at the wound, despite the burning need to, remaining fixated on the figure that had caused it. She was well aware there was little she could do for Vidar now, other than clear a path to the ship, and hearing the indecisive medic's thunderous hooves approaching from behind, Vidalia fell upon Ansgar once more.
Taking full advantage of the tunnel vision that had both guided and blinded him, she tucked her forelegs in close, and jumped.
Throwing her full weight against him, the wiry mule body-slammed into Ansgar's shoulder whilst her hammer followed suit, landing a forceful enough blow that she was able to feel his ribs shudder, yielding to the weapon's touch.
"everything but the trespasser is fair game"
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Post by PaganStars on Jun 17, 2017 9:52:14 GMT -6
As he dashed away, Lorian thought himself safe before the earth split in front of him and sent him skidding across the ground, a cry leaving his lips as his knees split open as they dragged across the rough earth. Lorian's head spun and he squeezed his eyes shut as he fell to his knee once more, his helmet skidding away once more. He couldn't think properly, couldn't tell his body to move and get away from this mess. His heart hammered in his chest and he gasped as he opened his eyes again. The ground shook beneath him and he felt himself sliding towards the chasm that had been split into the earth by the worm. Get up get up get up get up. He urged his muscles to cooperate with him and stumbled away from the ledge, looking back just in time to snatch the golden helmet that was tumbling towards the abyss. He held it close to his chest and finally managed to find proper ground, pushing past anyone in his way.
Lorian didn't notice the fighting that had continued, the only thing alerting him to it was the strong scent of blood that now mingled in the air. Lorian twisted his neck to see, his eyes widening as he saw what had occurred, watched as Vidar tried to struggle away, only to be pushed by another medic. Lorian's gaze turned to Ansgar, who seemed rooted in place. His mouth ran dry and he slowly shifted his gaze to the rest of the chaos happening around him. The Trespasser had struggled free of its bindings and was being pushed by the strong waves. It would be a cold swim to reach the boat. His body shivered at the thought and he looked back to the rest that were struggling to save themselves from the worm. His breath hitched. This was his home now, he needed to help them. Lorian clutched his helmet tightly as he made his way back through the crowds, grabbing those that were injured and helping them get away. Lorian twisted his neck to take one last glance at the Trespasser, to watch those he had thought as allies drift away
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Post by data-bull on Jun 17, 2017 14:02:04 GMT -6
Rose Though her ears pinned back at Faraji's approach, Rose yielded, unwilling to waste precious seconds squabbling. Setting her attention on the pile of cloth scrap and a bottle of alcohol, she tossed them both in the younger mare's direction.
"There's not much we can do but stop the bleeding and keep the wound clean. Make as many bandages as you can out of those and sterilize them if you can."
Taking the offered supplies without another word, the Medic assessed the damages to Vidar's skull; taking into account the clean cut of the sword, his wound was smooth. She wouldn't have to worry about shards of bone stuck in his brain at least. That was little consolation in the face of such significant damage, but it was one less thing in the long list of things that were currently trying to kill him.
But she wouldn't let him slip away so easily; no, he had a lot to answer for. Checking his breathing, she started speaking to Vidar in an attempt to keep him conscious and alert.
"Vidar, remember when you were little?", she said softly, "When you got hurt, I had to lay you down just like this; you'd whine so damn much when I tried to patch you up. You wanted to be strong, to be brave, even when you were hurting."
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Post by fynli on Jun 17, 2017 21:43:39 GMT -6
ODINA
Everything had happened so quickly.
Vidar had drawn his sword and Ansgar had retaliated.
The ground had fucking exploded and hell rained on earth as a creature from the rocky depths burst out. Screams of terror rang out across the Ghosthold as the demon breached the surface and laid waste to the encampment.
Odina had been frozen where she stood, watching the spectacle with wide eyes. She didn't hear Tyra's insisting calls in her ear, yelling to find safety away from the chaos. She only heard the sound of blades connecting and colliding, the sharp metal ringing in the air.
The chaos came to a head as the land buckled and more panic ensued. She was forced from her trance as a familiar gray pegasus shoved against her, forcing her to come back to reality. Odina looked at Philip for a split second, then back at the brothers. Just in time to see Ansgar take a leap of faith and deliver the final blow. Years of medical training could not have prepared her to see a wound that intense.
The mare curled her lip as Rose rushed to Vidar's aid. Then Vidalia turned and rushed towards Ansgar for a second attack. She'd be damned if she let that go unnoticed.
Charging away from her mother and Philip, Odina tore down the broken beach, leaping over the ledge and rushing to her brother's aid. She barreled into Vidalia, feeling the full weight of her body crash into the younger mare. Both fell into the water as Odina's weight dragged them both further under the water's surface, the shock of the cold and salt water jerking the witch's senses. She grabbed onto Vidalia's crest, dragging her down under the water and keeping her there. Odina didn't want to drown her, but just to prove a point. Don't touch her brother.
When she felt like it was enough, she let go. She burst from the shallows, shaking the water from her mane as she staggered to her brother's side. She was no warrior, and would definitely feel the ache of the impact in the morning.
Pressing close to Ansgar and ushering him back towards high ground, she glared at the Trespasser where Rose accompanied Vidar. "You're all fools!" She yelled, baring her teeth to those who'd left.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2017 22:27:21 GMT -6
ANSGAR
He never could have foreseen how utterly god awful everything would go.
Anger was a deadly emotion, and it had the power -- proven all too many times throughout Ansgar's life -- to commit devastating atrocities.
His blade met skin, and at once the fire that previously burned within him turned to ashes in his mouth. He choked on it -- the suddenly overwhelming smell of metal, the sight if his blood oh god his blood -
He tried to speak, but the ashes held him in a state of complete uselessness. He could only stare in horror at the damage inflicted -- the irreversible devastation that he alone had caused. Lifelong factors that played their part in the tragedy meant little when all Ansgar could do was focus on the blade he held and the blood now streaming down his brother's face.
His sword clattered to the ground as he teke gave out, mouth agape as Vidar spoke.
Ansgar was entirely unprepared for Vidalia's assault.
The raw anger that fueled her attack and his ignorance to it made him a prime target, and his body collapsed into the sea as her hammer once more met his side. He heaved for air, but the combination of his frantic movements and breathing sent an unimaginable amount of pain coursing throughout his entire body.
The crack of her weapon colliding with his side had been deafening, and he fell back down into the shallows, still desperate for the air she knocked out of him.
He sputtered as water washed over him, and distress wracked his body as he struggled to rise.
Ansgar suddenly heard another collision and aggressive splashes, and visibly winced as Odina came beside him.
What was she doing here?
"No, Nina..." He rasped, but his protests were drowned out by the sound of her yells to the Trespasser crew. His sister did her best to guide him, but she couldn't save him from the near crippling effects of Vidalia's attack.
Each step he took only intensified the pain, and he couldn't breathe without wanting to collapse. He was a warrior, but everything leading up to this moment had taken his toll on him.
"You need... to find safety."_________________
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Post by ebbarie on Jun 20, 2017 9:25:54 GMT -6
Calder | Bloody Flanks | Elder's Circle
I've got blood, I've got blood on my name
when the fires, when the fires
are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you
I've got blood, I've got blood
blood on my name
The elderly stallion wasn’t surprised by the answer he had gotten from Alcippe, he even understood her reasons. A crew should have, at best, a steadfast belief into their captain. Not questioning his decisions, bolster him up, no matter what.
However, this was a decision between their captain and the whole clan. “Traitors!” he growled and wanted to step on the plank that connected the Trespasser with the pier to go on the vessel, but suddenly the very earth beneath his hooves started to tremble.
Calder’s first thought was, that someone must have had used their earth manipulation, but he was wrong. Something erupted from the earth, a giant creature that caused the ground to rise or sink around it. The bay unicorn had heard about such an entity, in stories, myths, legends. But here it was, a golem lindworm. A creation of Kaia that was even older than her beloved unicorns.
Calder was so fascinated, that a slight smile of disbelief spread across his face, and for a while he even forgot to pay any attention to the fight between the two captains that was still going on.
Well, at least until the lindworm made a guttural sound. If the earth had a voice, it would probably sound like the worms scream. From the tone his fur stood on end and without a warning the creature fell into a fury and the earth to his hooves started to rip apart. Calder swiftly jumped over the cracks that became larger every second and galloped back to the place were many other clan members were gathered. Far enough away from the pier to not get in danger, but still close enough to witness what was happening.
Once he stumbled and buckled. He felt another body bump into him and somehow the leather of his eyepatch was gone, torn-off.
When Calder arrived there, he noticed that many horses were looking away from the worm, in a different direction. He followed their gaze and when he finally noticed what had drawn their attention, he took a deep breath. Vidar stood there, completely in shock and Rose rushed towards him. The raiders skull was split open, and blood run down his face.
Some other horses obscured his view, so Calder turned his eyes again to the pier, just to acknowledge that the pier was no more. It was...gone. Immersed into the raging sea. And not only that, many of the smaller vessels that had anchored there were also damaged. The bay stallion snorted in relief as he spotted The Guardian, almost unscathed, going up and down between the waves.
Around him, some clanmates still left. They jumped into the ice cold water and made their way to the Trespasser. Rose was among them. She and so many others. Most of them he had seen grown up in a Clan and it made him furious and sad to see them leaving. To betray their clan.
One eye followed the shape of the Trespasser, as the ship became smaller and smaller on the horizon with every second that passed.
The elderly stallion slightly shook his head in disbelief and some strands of his forelock covered the hollow eye socket on his right face half. His eyepatch had gone lost somehow in the chaos, but he didn’t cared at all. Not at the moment.
A creature he had only known from legends and myths had destroyed their harbour, the lifeline of the clan. Their winter stores were gone. And a brother had the blood of his own kin on his sword.
Calder remembered the first winter without any supplies. The clan probably wouldn’t survive another one. And with many of their ships destroyed or damaged, there was only one thing they could do. To turn towards Onea again. It was a time of wolves.
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Jun 24, 2017 3:33:24 GMT -6
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Synn's gaze drew away from the spectacle of the great lindworm if only for a moment to search for those that had nearly fallen in the chasm with her.. She recalled feeling a tug on her withers, a telekinetic grasp, but it had been so fleeting that it may have been mistaken for a falling stone. Jaded eyes caught the flaxen coat of Lorian, safe though shaken. Closer still was the true reason her eyes were left searching.. Vidalia. The unicorn was backpedaling as the docks began to give way and if it weren't for the rocking of the ocean near them or the great creaking of the Bloody Flank fleet Synn may have been deafened by the sudden noise that erupted behind her. A tremendous and enraged bellowing came from nowhere and everywhere at once, magnifying as the great stone wyrm writhed along the coast, the ground shaking more violently. "You must go! Go to the Tresspasser!" Synn pinned her ears back, glaring pointedly at the young mule. She should have known better, should have known that there was an eerie silence following the rumbling echoes of the golem. The smell of blood hit the grey mare before Vidalia's shoulder grazed her in the charge. Back to the fray, back to Ansgar.
Gidal's oldest stood there, blade bloodied over his now stumbling and bleeding younger brother. Synn had never seen her captain look the way that he did in that moment, pallor draining from his bloodied cheeks, surprise in his eyes as well as fear. Vidar, had suffered his elder's unsuspected fury...
The wound upon his visage was gruesome and raw, steam escaping just as much as the blood when the cold air hit the scarlet leaking from his brow. The rage came when Vidalia took advantage of Ansgar's stupor to strike him again. Synn couldn't close the space between her and her hindered captain before Odina- valiant and bold as she was- closed the distance like the wrath of Kaia was behind her.
The daughter of Gidal flung herself at her eldest brother's aggressor and took them both into the churning foam of the ocean, flailing limbs and all. Synn leapt down the dock as it gave way, passing bodies and a burdened Rose in the process...
She didn't care. There was nothing more to do. The pier was collapsing, the only chance at survival this coming winter was moving way farther out to sea with every wave that came from the collapsing beach. She watched many flee for her deck. All of them were fools.. Similar words echoed over the ruckus of the crowd and the ashen scout finally found the familiar brown and brindle pelts of Ansgar and Odina. Synn glanced back to the sea with a bitterness, finding betrayal yet again. How could one turn there back on their entire clan? Selfishness was a plague.
"Odina," The mare called, splashing through the shallows to meet the pair and gingerly taking up Ansgar's other side. The coast was in ruin. "Best to get everyone away from the shore." the mare growled, glancing at Gidal as his blessing worked to heave his people from the chasm, there was be burials. There would be anger. This was only the beginning. "There's nothing more to be done for those traitors..."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2017 10:33:44 GMT -6
As the Trespasser's crew (both old and the suddenly new) pulled stragglers from the frigid waters, the ship was pushed away from the crumbling shore, riding the waves of the cliffs' collapse. Alcippe asserted immediate command of the ship's crew and passengers, taking quick inventory of the new arrivals. Most of them had never been on a ship before, never mind being sailors. They watched nervously, many soaked to the bone, as the lindworm golem dove into the sea after the Trespasser and did not surface again.
Their captain shuddered on the floorboards in a twilight of shock, occasionally murmuring scattered orders about finding Astrid. His dying mind thought of nothing else, up until he fell silent in the care of the medics on the deck.
On the shore, injured horses were pulled from the wreckage left in the lindworm's wake. Most of the marina's piers were splintered, vanished into the dark water. Some had pulled Bloody Flank ships with them. The coastline was desolate, treacherous, blighted by landslide, and the huge cavern in the earth had filled with seawater, creating a deep black pond. Wails echoed around the rubble, but none were louder than Ysolda. Vidar and Astrid's frail mother fell to her knees in the snow, screaming for her lost children, and was not offered comfort.
Gidal worked, using his blessing to free those trapped in the avalanches. He did not slow, did not stop, lest he begin to think. He could not afford to despair about everything that was sailing away from him now, nor the long winter ahead. He had survived long winters before.
THE BLOODY FLANKS DIVERGENCE PLOT PC characters on the Trespasser:
Vidar, Alcippe, Vladimir, Vidalia, Sigyn, Faraji, Aubrey, Rose
NPC characters on the Trespasser:
Snilf, Trilf
PC characters in Ghosthold:
Ansgar, Lorian, Synn, Calder, Iskalder, Faust, Odina, Ualda, Cormac
NPC characters in Ghosthold:
Gidal, Tyra, Ysolda
Not declared (contact me!!!):
Syidae
(if your Bloody Flank Clan character is not here, or i misunderstood your character's placement, contact me right away to amend this!)
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Post by hey-stardust on Jul 6, 2017 3:46:50 GMT -6
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Vidalia scarcely had time to figure out where Ansgar had fallen when another body entered the fray; crashing atop her back and causing further unrest along the shoreline as they snatched determinedly at her crest, biting viciously to secure a hold. There was a brief, fleeting thought that it might have been Synn attempting to grab her again, but this bite was inexperienced, and now she was sinking instead of being hoisted bodily into the air.
Unable to see the threat clearly, Vidalia threw her head down, plunging into the depths whilst bucking wildly, cloven hooves splaying to drag both herself and the assailant further out to sea. A rogue hoof did eventually connect with something solid, but it didn't matter, for both soon found themselves fighting for another battle entirely; the need for air.
Feeling teeth prise from her skin, Vidalia began to propel upwards, nostrils flaring and spitting saltwater when they broke through the surface and inhaled deeply, desperately.
Spying the Trespasser's familiar, billowing red sails through smarting, bleary eyes, and uncomfortably aware of how outnumbered she was now, the mule began to retreat, heading towards the ship.
The shared, brief tussle overboard had re-opened the crude cut beneath her eye, and it was bleeding profusely now, blotting out a trail of ichor that was quickly consumed by the ocean as she swan.
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