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Post by Queerly on Jan 16, 2016 19:42:14 GMT -6
 As the Crucible dissolves around him, King Amadeus panics, attempting to flee with his Noble entourage... and an accidental tag-a-long.
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Post by Queerly on Jan 17, 2016 12:34:04 GMT -6
It felt like he was in a dream. No- it had to be. This could not be real. Valore could not be under attack, her Crucible crumbling and bleeding intruders from her pores.
This is a nightmare, the young King thought to himself, watching all that took place with glazed eyes. Terror had erupted on all sides, but it was the arena that shouldered the brunt of chaos. There below his gilded podium, Vindicators and Chevaliers clashed in a dance of teeth and blood and magic, their war cries swallowed by the overarching roar of mayhem. On the far side of the stadium, a wall had crumbled with the explosion, spilling citizens - his citizens! - into the midst of the arena's violence. Some were moving, but not all. No, not all.
Were they dead? Were they-
The boy King's throat closed, vision silvering at the edges. His rabbit heart thudded against the cage of his ribs as his lungs fluttered, trying, trying to breathe. "My family," He whispered, voice no more than a soft warble, a flower trying to speak. His aunt and cousins were out there in the stands. Had they been close to the explosion?
Another rumble rocked the podium. Amadeus felt his teeth rattle in his skull, but still he did not move. He was rooted to the spot, terrified, the emotion right behind his eyes -
"Amadeus!"
The King flinched, snapped out of his frozen stupor by Bones' familiar voice at his ear. The world suddenly came into focus: sharp, clear, with the smell of smoke in his throat and the taste of blood tangible between his teeth. A deeply instinctual whinny ripped from his throat as he turned away from the fighting, wild eyes finding his Adviser's gaze.
"Run." He croaked. It was all that he could manage to speak before his legs were moving, carrying him away from the sounds of skirmish and devastation.
The Podium was connected to the Crucible's interior corridors by a single door, decorated in gold and wispy drapes. Amadeus all but crashed through it, bruising his shoulder against the heavy frame as he spilled into the hallway - and tripped, hooves caught on something warm and wet.
The yearling fell, muzzle striking the stone floor. Blood rushed down his throat and dripped from his nostrils as he struggled to right himself, too alarmed to feel the pain. His head was swimming as he looked back, and realized that it was not debris he had fallen over, but the bodies of Chevaliers. His Chevaliers, posted outside the Podium doors to keep guard.
For a second time, Amadeus froze, staring down at the corpses of stallions he'd known all his life. Their throats bled sluggishly, eyes dull with death. Were he capable, the King would have screamed.
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Post by posy-punch on Jan 17, 2016 12:51:15 GMT -6
Scarlet | Noble
Scarlet had run with the crowd and with a sharp pang realized that her slave Mandisa, her only true counterpart, the one that understood her, was left behind. In that moment she prayed to every god to protect her darling slave. She could not be hurt, it just could not happen to Mandi. The old mare had seen vindicator break-ins before, but never at this time a year and with so much force. She leapt over the bodies of the Chevaliers, he curly tail flying along with her. The wind of her escape was ruffling their shaggy manes. She heard a small yelp as the boy-king slipped on their blood and fell next to them. His pearly coat was smudged with pinks and reds and the mare immediately wheeled around, her long graceful neck easily bringing her teeth within reach of his crest. She hauled him up, avoiding his wings, just in case he panicked and hit her with one of the damned things.
"Come now boy, you have sense. Death is death, you will be safe if you do not let it get to you!" She shouted over the roar and screeches still coming from the Crucible. Where was her slave Galloway, what about Jenko, the rest? She batted the thoughts away. She had to save the king first, then she swore she'd have to find her beloveds. She waited for the King to become steady on his feet, then began to point this way and that.
"Which way are we going King Amadeus? If the palace is not safe, perhaps a brothel or even my home on the outskirts of the city, the opposite side of the Crucible?"
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Post by Queerly on Jan 17, 2016 12:55:03 GMT -6
 The Crucible is in an uproar. The sound of fighting is muffled only by shrieks of terror. Bodies swarm like hornets among the stands, citizens scrambling over one another in a desperate attempt to flee the scene. The chaos has separated many: brother from sister, slave from owner, friend from friend.
In a fit of panic, Amadeus and his Adviser Bones flee into the Crucible's interior, only to discover his guards have been brutally slain. It isn't long before others join them...
Objective: Make your way through the Crucible's interior. The stadium is steadily crumbling, so watch your footing, and try to avoid the swarming crowds.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2016 13:49:02 GMT -6
Bones' jaw went slack, and he took a single step back as utter chaos erupted before him. He'd hated slavery, the Crucible, all of it. But he'd never wanted this.
Soft worn ears flicked back, and concern slathered itself across his face. He immediately went to one of the most important beings in his life, Amadeus. Bones' soft, whiskery nose prodded the frozen king gently, shouting his name amongst the clamor in the arena below. Amadeus twitched and bolted, Bones loping along behind him, shouting at him to slow down. Bones couldn't keep up with a sprinting yearling.
He slowed as he reached the drapes, and gently pressed them aside, finding Amadeus had tripped, and landed among the corpses of Chevaliers. Most faces he recognized. He gasped, pulling in a hard breath, allowing himself to look away for a moment from the carnage before moving forward, hooves picking through the gaps in the bodies, to pull Amadeus up by his mane with his teeth. They had to keep moving. Bones struggled to keep his calm demeanor, panic and anxiety blazing just beneath his old gray skin.
Bones slowed as they moved past the carnage of the Chevaliers, letting go of Amadeus' mane, though he held him close, his gift of force fields flaring slightly to create two force fields, centered around Amadeus. Bones would protect him rather than himself any day. The way Bones saw it he was expendable, Amadeus was not.
"Stay with me Ammeh" he said quietly, trying to remain as calm as he could, glancing about, looking for other Nobles he knew he could trust to help him get Amadeus to safety.
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Post by noshik on Jan 17, 2016 21:05:07 GMT -6
It was all loud, blurring shapes moving around him as the grey gelding struggled to understand what was happening around him, as if, in fact, he wasn't even there. It was a distant dream, he was.. he was merely watching. He was so slow to move, follow the others, though there was nothing rushed about his movements. No no. This wasnt happening to him... to his city. Not at all. It was a dream... a nightmare.
He stepped forward, past the lavish doors and drapes, into the hallway only to be stopped by something in his path, it moved, but not by much, the floor beneath is hooves was sticky, cold. Distant and clouded brown eyes drifted downwards to the floor, taking in the sight of the dead, the blood pooling on the floor.
Oh.
Oh gods.
Of all things, he simply screamed, it all crashing down upon him, the sudden realisation that this was anything but a dream, a daydream gone too far. There was a body at his feet, blood on his hooves, seeping into the floor, the chaos of it all near too much for him to take. So he simply screamed, it was all he could do.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 18, 2016 1:06:56 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel
like our time is running out?
Heroin wasn’t exactly sure how she ended up in the gaily decorated hallway, one minute she was trying to block out the sound of the general hubbub of the growing crowds from her designated training yard, the next, absolute chaos reigned.
The air thrummed with magic, and she saw spirals of black smoke rising from the main arena, shrapnel spewing from the walls of the Crucible, panic gripped her, and she bolted from the yard, fleeing from both the noise and carnage, crashing blindly through whatever open door she could find to gain cover.
Her hooves chipped as they hit the new surface of the entrance and she slowed as she crossed the threshold, dropping her haunches and skidding to an abrupt halt.
It took a few moments for the sight before her to sink in, and she regretted her choice of doorways almost immediately.
Blood married the otherwise pristine tiles, and her throat hitched as she saw where it pooled from. She tried to look away, but instead found herself drawn in, gazing over the prone bodies, vainly searching for any signs of life, though she knew in her heart that she had come too late to be of any assistance.
As she stared somewhat dumbstruck at the massacre, nobles poured in, richly clad in their fineries one by one, terror clear in their eyes. The first did an almost perfect nosedive into the bodies, crashing to the floor in a ruffle of dirty feathers, whilst the rest of his party managed to keep their feet, they could not avoid stepping in the congealed vital fluid that had spread throughout the egress.
Her heavy ears pinned themselves flat to her neck as the grey stallion as he began to wail, in a similar pitch akin to that of a dying cat. There goes finding a place of solitude…
“So glad y-you brought a bard.”
She muttered, clicking the metal bit with between her teeth in an effort to stem the feeling of insecurity rising within her gut.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Jan 18, 2016 6:53:57 GMT -6
Shiya | Eminent
Strange how originally she had intended to avoid attending the New Years Brawl.
But of course things hardly ever worked in her favour; not when it involved her grandmother.
Shoved back out her home with the Sea Hag, hassled into the Crucible and reluctantly made to join the other Nobles as they filed their way to the stands. Miraculously she had been adorned with a new full body attire of cascading mint green fabrics and silver crescent moon accessories and accents, the colours and symbol of the House Gealach, with a matching glimmering mask. She looked every bit as the Noble she should be.
Which would explain how in all of Hireath she ended up away from her grandmother and in the King's Box with his Noble Entourage; given she was more or less a tolerated black sheep amongst the Nobles. She was grateful to find her Grand Uncle, Kanu and the Ambassador Mateo were amongst this little gathering. Still Shiya kept to the back of the crowd and thought stomaching this annual tournament and many of these Nobles was to be the worst she would endure for the night.
How wrong she was.
BOOM!!
Rattled to her knees and her ears aching, she leapt back onto her hooves and gazed down into the arena in horror. The stands were in chaos and the stadium crumbled at the force of the blast with horses flooding in as others tried to flee or fight back the intruders. Two words were screamed the most within this chaos: Vagabonds and Vindicators.
Dread and disbelief coursed through her as the scent of blood filled her nose. No this couldn't be them. It was too much like how many Aodhians and her friends described them. Oh Gods, her friends! Kanu! They were all down there.
Before she had too long to dwell on it, the young King ran with her Uncle and other Nobles were fast to follow after the small pegasus or more likely fleeing for their own protection. For her however she ran after her Uncle; that old idiot thinking he was able to catch up to a frightened colt.
"Uncle! Wait damnit - WOAH!!" Skidding to a stop before she collided with another horse, the smell of blood was strong here and with good reason, what with broken bodies of Chevaliers laying to the ground. Startled by the sight, she almost wanted to lose what food and drink she held in her belly. What stopped it was that screaming idiot.
Eye twitching and ears pinned, the pale gold mare stalked her way beside the rosy grey Noble and landed a headbutt upon his cheek. "If you don't want to end up like these p-poor sorry souls," she quietly reasoned, cursing herself for the small stutter and the subtle shiver running through her own body. "I suggest you get a hold of yourself."
Glancing to the so far only level-headed horses, Bones, the Emin Scarlet and a slave, the younger mare took a careful breath and tried to consider what options they had to protect and/or hide the little King and her Uncle Bones.
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Post by posy-punch on Jan 18, 2016 10:38:58 GMT -6
Scarlet | Noble
The scream deafened the older roan and she pinned her ears, all understanding considering the situation leaving her eyes. When she cast a gaze over towards the stallion she had first intended to stalk towards him and give him a firm reminder about how much it would hurt to be found, a firm slapping would have been in order to keep his trap shut. She did not want to die. Her curly forelock clung to her head in the tiniest sheen of sweat across her muscles. The palomino noble, Shiya, shut the screamer's trap quite effectively with a good head butt. The mare picked herself up and then casually dragged each Chevalier, with a horrible grating noise since their armor was still strapped on, behind a small pile of rubble.
"We can send a party to retrieve the bodies later on for a proper send off." She did her work quietly and without much thought to it, and eventually the small area was cleared of bodies, though the streaks of blood still lead to their place behind the tumbled rocks.
She returned to her place near everyone, and found herself on the other side of Amadeus. "Alright King, I suppose you know a route from here to the palace? I know I sure don't, otherwise I'd most certainly be hanging around in the Palace lounge than my own at home given so often I attend the Crucible."
Their party was bedraggled looking and the slightest bit of a worry. She could see the mare known as Mateo, an Ambassador is she remembered correctly, Shiya, a noble who did not act as such too often, Gabe, who clearly was not to exceptional in his thinking abilities, the King, who was so young he'd not been exposed to anything like this, Bones, his closest Advisor, and not a noble, but a slave.
"A slave? Heroin if I believe?" Scarlet was notorious for knowing the names of any and all to do with Nobility or slavery... she could have sworn she'd seen a noble with this slave, but really now was not the time to ask.
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Post by noshik on Jan 18, 2016 13:47:11 GMT -6
His shrieking stopped if only for a moment, wide eyes flickering about the group as muscles twitched with the slightest provocation. He had never before been struck, the very action of it seemed to finally bring him into the waking world, the swarms of others around him, the sight and sound of hi very world crumbling around him.
"A-Are..?"He couldn't form words, at least not now, sweeping across unfamiliar faces for someone he may know, anyone... anyone at all.
"W-what are we going to do?!" he squeaked, eyes already starting to fill with tears. "W-WHT ARE WE GOING TO DO?"
Thoughts instantly drifted to his mother and father. They had said they may attend the event, if only to simply see how he was. He hadn't seen their faces before... but... but?
The haze returned, settling over him like a thick fog, the ever so slight tremor to his head began, too much for an ill brain to absorb and understand. "I-I... I need to go home.."
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Post by Queerly on Jan 18, 2016 16:30:50 GMT -6
Amadeus felt teeth grasp him, plucking him from his frozen state on the floor and up on to his trembling hooves. A soft, strangled sound bubbled in his throat- a scream, perhaps, that never found its voice- and he swung his eyes to behold a mare he recognized. "Scarlet," He whispered, and was certain that drumming of his heart drowned out his words. It was so loud, so shrill in his ears, he could scarcely hear anything else at all. "Scarlet, somebody... someone killed my guards." He whispered, as though she couldn't see it with her own eyes.
Thnnm. With a whirling sound, Bones' forcefield activated, surrounding his body in a field of hard light. The sight made the king's stomach flip as he realized, with terrifying potency, that they could all die, joining his fallen Chevaliers as little more than meat on the Crucible floor.
A single, terrified tear rolled down the yearling's cheek- and then his train of thought was thoroughly destroyed by a scream. Amadeus nearly jumped out of his skin and whirled, eyes falling on Gabriel, whose screams shook the very dust from the ceiling. His jaw went slack, half-formed words formulating on his tongue. Kings were meant to comfort their people in times of strife, to speak words that calmed and soothed. But what could he say? What -
He didn't have to. Shiya had followed them and taken it upon herself to silence Gabriel's screeching. The stallion... mare? dissolved into whimpering, which was better, if only just. Amadeus stared at him, numb to the sound of Scarlet's actions, the nasty scrape of armor on stone as she pulled the Chevalier corpses from sight. It was not until she spoke to him again that he took his eyes off Gabe...
... And realized that everyone was looking to him for direction.
Oh. Oh, no, oh gods.
"I... yes, I do know the way." He said, managing to scrape together enough composure to speak properly, "We need... we need to get out of here. The stairways, I think they'll be congested, but there's... there's another passage. It'll take us outside. We just keep moving, ah- that way." He inclined his head down the corridor to their right, already flooded with panicked civilians attempting to get to the stairwells. The Crucible was shaking around them, smaller detonations rocking the floor beneath their hooves. They would have to push through it all, and pray the structure didn't come down upon their heads before they made it to safety.
The Boy King swallowed, took a deep, shuddering breath, and looked to the others. To Bones, Shiya, Gabe, Scarlet and Heroin. "It'll be okay." He said, trying to keep the stutter from his voice. "Bones... maybe you can use your force fields to clear a path...? A-and Shiya... stay close to me, okay?"
He turned to face the direction they intended to head, wetting his lips. "And... someone get that bridle off of the slave."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 17:17:55 GMT -6
Gabes scream was like knives to Bones' ears, knives diving right into his brain, causing pain to rocket inside his skull. He winced, ears folding back to pin against his skull. He almost said soemthing before Shiya headbutted the poor terrified soul. Bones flinched at the headbutt, aware of the fact that it must have hurt at least a little.
He looked gently to Amadeus, lowering his head a bit, soft blue eyes full of concern. The poor kid hadn't been through anything like this, and Bones could see the panic in his eyes. He listened keenly as Amadeus spoke, ears tilting forward. The stone shuddered under his chipped old hooves, and it made his old heart leap into his throat. He glanced at everyone around, from Shiya and Gabe over to Scarlet, and Heroin.
"I-I'll try" he said quickly, as Amadeus suggested a use for his force fields. He wasn't terribly good at creating and holding more than two at a time, it made him awfully tired, but he could try. His brows lowered, a crease forming between them, and another force field, v-shaped, spread in front of him.
"It'll prolly be best if we all c'n get behind it. Be easier tae keep track'f all of us." he said. Bones beckoned for Heroin to come closer to he could unlatch the buckles that held her bridle on. He knew the feeling of metal between your tongue and teeth too well.
"Le's get that offa ya" he rumbled kindly to her, noticing her nervousness "Ye'll be fine" he said quietly.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 19, 2016 0:54:25 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel
like our time is running out?
If the circumstances weren’t so dire, she might have laughed at the golden mare’s method of silencing the hysterical Gabe, head butting was a curious technique, though generally not all that effective in actual spars, since it was likely to inflict damage on the user as well as the receiver.
She was thankful however, that it was enough to snap their narrow jaw shut, and allow for an albeit brief, window of silence.
All too soon though, her obnoxious ears were quick to flatten once more, and she clenched the bit hard between her teeth to cope with the sound that the roan mare caused by taking responsibility for the wilted bodies that were strewn about, grating their blood splattered armour along the floor as she dragged them aside to rest in a somewhat crude, but temporary, open grave.
As Scarlet finished her self assigned task, she spoke once again, and prompted the group into action, Heroin heard the word ‘king’ uttered, and it dawned on her that she had not just stumbled across any mere finely dressed noble fleeing the bedlam, but Aodh’s ruler himself, Amadeus.
Heroin had always been uneducated when it came to the royal family, merely collecting rumours as they were whispered in one’s ear about the yard and at parties, but she had never taken up much of an interest in gossip, as it had no real impact on her day to day life, or at least it hadn’t, until now.
She was taken aback that the mare knew her name, it had been a long time since anyone had used her given name, as there were far more suitable (if insulting) nicknames that suited her just as well to be used.
“Yes- M-ma’m.”
Her grey eyes settled on the small king as he crumpled at the realisation of what had happened to his guards hit him, the emotional burden weighing heavy on his shoulders, and admired the way he tried to then to pull himself together, regrouping his thoughts as he started stringing sentences together to form a plan of escape.
When Bones created another force field at the king’s command, she found herself mesmerised, fascinated by the way it crackled and pulsed. She had only ever been privy to mundane uses of magic, merely to lift and push things around, whereas protection spells were an entirely new domain to her.
She approached the aged appaloosa cautiously when he beckoned, though his words were of small comfort to her, as when they passed through other’s lips they had never been sincere.
But her training as a slave made her take the request in stride, as she feared the punishment from disobeying over her own well being.
She flinched as the bridle touched her ears when it dropped from her face, though she did not move away. It felt strange having it removed, and though she did not miss the hindrances the blinkers gave her, she couldn’t help but feel even more vulnerable, as though the touch of leather kept her together somehow.
“I shouldn’t be leaving t-this place…”
Her nervous stutter remained persist despite the removal of the iron bit, as she addressed the small party, anxious of what they might say. She felt almost coerced to say the words as they left her mouth, but she was loyal to her master and his wish that she was to always remain in the Crucible.
Taking a few small steps back, she eyed the door she had come through, steeling herself to leave.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Jan 20, 2016 8:11:53 GMT -6
Shiya | Eminent
Though she knew it was to give the dead some respect and spare everyone the sight of them, Shiya almost screamed for the old broad to stop it. The sound of metal on stone set her teeth on edge and lifeless flesh being moved definitely distressed her. Gods help her, as if she'd show her 'distress' to anyone here. So she stood her ground, kept her cool and only relaxed, marginally, when it was done. How much she wished she had told that Sea Hag to shove it and had gone on a midnight run on Valore's rooftops. Far too late to talk of what if's and should have's now. She certainly felt that when she glanced at the little dragon King, still only an innocent colt, surrounded by such destruction.
Checking on her headbutt victim, Shiya found him to be blabbering but at least at a more tolerant pitch. "Easy on the squeaking and listen to me, you." She even gave him a nudge with her raised knee to catch his attention. "We're getting out of here is what we're doing. And once it's nice and quiet, you can go home. Gods, I'll even take you home if I have to, alright?" Maybe she was hoping too much for this one to even comprehend her in this situation.
Feeling the stone under hooves and the air she commanded, barely, rattle from more smaller explosions, the cloaked mare really wanted to get moving even as she stared in despair at the corridor flooding with fleeing horses. At any rate the Crucible structures were going to collapse. Catching her Uncle's gaze as he looked over everyone, her own twilight eyes revealed her growing fear for just a moment. Hard enough to flutter her sheer cloth, she shook herself back to her senses and gave a surprised smirk down to the King.
"Sure thing, Kingling." A poor attempt to lighten the mood as she took a place by Uncle Bones' right side with Amadeus beside her and of course strategically within the centre of the group once the others take a place. She even looked to 'Screamer' (still haven't caught his name) and flicked her head for him to come along. "Will you be alright to keep up with the rest of us youngsters, Uncle?" she softly muttered to the old grey twig that was her Grand Uncle, another try-hard playful tease. To hold a force field and move as fast as he could was going to take a toll on the stubborn stallion, she was definitely worried.
Then there was the 'Stutterer' Heroin who was starting to look like she was going to freak and dash. Stifling a groan, Shiya "Don't you start losing it too. You stay here and you'll get crushed. Either by horses and by stones" She stomped a hoof to give a point. "Come with us and at least you'll have a chance to get out of here alive. And getting out now would be the best course of action in my opinion."
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Post by noshik on Jan 20, 2016 12:21:46 GMT -6
He simply stood there, quaking like a child on it's first storm, unable to simply comprehend that Valore was under attack, horrible thoughts twisting in the back of his mind. What if they were captured? And... and his parents? What of them? Delicate ears swerved as voices about him came and went, unable to focus on even a single one, lost in a hopeless fog within his own mind. Gabe was at least somewhat aware that they were planning to move, go somewhere... and where that was he wasn't sure but it was away from here.
Why did he ever think he would of been blessed with a joyous day? How absurd.
He'd shuffle closer to the others, lingering just behind but close enough that the force field would offer some protection, painfully aware of how much of a burden he would be to these others. The walk from his home to the crumbling arena had nearly drained him, and he was almost late to the festivities... how could he expect to keep up as the very ground beneath his hooves crumbled away?
'You stay here and you'll get crushed. Either by horses and by stones.'
His eyes flickered to the mare, then to the ground. Well. That wasn't an option.
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Post by Gaybies on Jan 20, 2016 15:57:50 GMT -6
What an evening it had been from the drunken festivities, that just now seemed a distant memory, to the explosion and subsequent rush of panicked nobility. She had been enjoying the evening prior, schmoozing with the gallantly dressed revelers, trading stories, and dipping only occasionally into such topics as herd politics. She had only paused in these conversations when, as the Pitfighters paraded through she noticed one in particular that stood out. There was something heartbreakingly familiar about the Appaloosa… But those memories had scattered and those quiet conversations amongst the aristocracy had ended, replaced by a level of hysteria that was unfamiliar to the mountain-dwelling buckskin.
She, too, had suffered some degree of initial surprise when the sound and force of the explosion rocked the Crucible and she lost sight of the Fighter she’s been eyeing in the ensuing debris. As her acquaintances had scattered to the halls, she followed suit, making her way through fairly unfamiliar corridors until she happened upon the grizzly scene beyond the King’s box. The Ambassador stood for far too long in silence, watching the performance before her, as surely it was such, what else would give cause to such a level of shrill screaming? She welcomed the relative silence that ensued after one of the gathered took it upon themselves to silence their peer. It was as such, at a polite distance, she would watch as they dragged corpses and discussed what it was they should do.
“Ah say… Ah’ve happened upon quite the gathering of beasties…” She rolled out at last, lest they think she had been struck deaf and dumb by the catastrophe.
“Hate to rush you lot, but Ah don't think lingering much longer would be in our best interests, do you? If Ah know anything about raids… I'd suggest moving on before we’re forced to get our hooves dirty…” Mateo drawled out.
She wasn't entirely familiar with the lot of them, she knew of some as was her job, but she had not gotten familiar with many at all. Still, the little bird King was recognizable and so were some of his entourage. She hoped not to come as too much of a surprise to those gathered, with foreign faces rushing into the Crucible and all that…
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Post by noshik on Jan 21, 2016 19:47:51 GMT -6
Gabe would turn to look at the owner of roughly spoken words, the total gravity of the danger they could be in, were in, had not settled on him. Not yet. The initial shock still rattled about his skull and threatened to induce another fit of screaming. Well... if he saw another body, at least. Someone.. someone said they knew they way at least, he was okay with this, the urge to get moving wasn't there, but he would indeed follow. Try not to slow them down, even if his limbs felt strange, alien to him. Looking at them brought an odd sense, as if his body didn't belong to him and he were staring at someone else from afar. Was this his defective mind or simply shock? He feared to ask.
"Arnt they already dirty?" The implications of what the warforged had spoken were lost on the sheltered arab, after all, their hooves, at least his, were covered in a mix of dust and blood, leaving hoofprints wherever he set them. It was unsettling really.
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Post by posy-punch on Jan 24, 2016 0:19:44 GMT -6
Scarlet | Noble "Shush yourself, Screamer." The old mare snapped at the stallion that'd previously been bludgeoning her ears with his noise. "Alright Boy King, let us get moving. I doubt that your advisor can hold the forcefield very long." Her words weren't meant as any sort of insult, just that she didn't think that using a blessing in a moment of crisis would be most helpful. "Remind me to petition for something like Holy Time Manipulation so I can walk through the halls and memorize the route myself, we don't want to just stand around here like sitting ducks, it's quite obvious there are dead people here and though I'm old... I'm not ready to die yet." And with that she began to nudge Amadeus forwards along with Bones before dropping back to where the Ambassador and the Squawker stood. Her muzzle was gentle on the stallion as she began to nudge him forward too. "Don't be scared, it'll endanger us all." Then after getting him moving she turned to the Ambassador, "You're level-headed. I like that, hopefully we survive, I'll have to invite you for a dinner one night." The mare's eyes sparkled with humor and she too began to move forward, watching everyone closely. Her pink eyes shifted from the bridle-less slave to the King in front. The child needed to learn to take charge one day, who knew it'd be under a pit of fighting and alongside dead bodies. It was almost worth laughing at, but the old mare held her tongue, but still her eyes sparkled, because even in the terror she was on an adventure. [268 Words] |
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Post by Queerly on Jan 24, 2016 23:53:57 GMT -6
There were just so many voices. Amadeus mind was scrambling to keep up, and ultimately it could not, the words of his companions dissolving, blurring into one another and becoming less than meaningless vocalizations. The young King shook his head, bridle jingling and flecks of blood becoming airborne. The thick droplets plummeted to the tiles, joining the gruesome puddles staining his hooves. Don't look at it, don't look at it. He thought, squeezing his eyes shut.
Absently, he was aware that Bones' force field was shifting, his pinned ears catching the mechanical hum of hard light.
Distantly, he realized that another had joined them, Mateo's voice a new ingredient to the jumble of words flying overhead.
Focus, focus, focus. They are depending on you. You, their king!
Amadeus opened his eyes, and though his voice trembled when he spoke, he at least was sure of the words. "Slave," He called, and it was nearly lost as the Crucible roared, singing a premonition that it was not long for the world. "Slave- Herion? On my decree, I-I order you to follow us."
His eyes swung to Scarlet, whose rosy eyes mirrored a resolve not unlike his late mother's. It gave him strength. He could do this. He could lead the-
Wait. She was pushing him!
Amadeus squawked as her muzzle gave another surprisingly sturdy nudge, pale wings unfurling in shock. "I, yes, I'm going!" He insisted, all the bluster he'd managed to compose needed naught. The boy king would fret over his lack of initiative later, when they were safe. But for now? Now he turned his eyes towards the crowd, and leaned in with his head dipped, side-by-side with his Adviser.
"O-okay. Let's go, Bones. Everyone stay right behind us!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2016 19:48:00 GMT -6
Bones flinched as Scarlet started pushing on his bony haunches "oi! I'll go when i'm damn well readeh!" he barked hoarsely, his ragged tail flicking. The hustle and bustle, the noise and the anxiety, was setting the old fellow off. The trembling, humming shields around him and amadeus were already wearing on him, Amadeus could likely see it in the hard lines of his blue eyes. Bones moved as fast as he could, which admittedly was not fast. The building under his hooves trembled as he pressed, plowing thorugh the crowd with his shields. He glanced behind him from time to time, making sure everyone was still there.
Bones almost wanted to berate Amadeus for calling Heroin "slave" but he bit his tongue, he knew there were more pressing issues at hand, and that was sinply the way Amadeus had been brought up. The clamor and noise made Bones' ears ache, and before long, he felt very much overwhelmed. Bones set his jaw and kept moving, determined to get his small pocket of equines out at all cost.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 26, 2016 7:35:03 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel
like our time is running out?
Relief spread throughout her entire body as the bejewelled and bloodied king commanded her to follow the small band of nobles, and though she said nothing, a quiet sigh escaped her lips and she bobbed her head in acknowledgement at his request. Being given direct orders made her life easier, and she revelled in the comfort the single request gave her. It had been ingrained into her training since birth that free will had no place in a slave, and the thought of having to make decisions on her own terrified her, for it was far too easy to make a mistake and suffer for them.
She fell in step next to her favourite grey bard, her short, two-toned tail flicking erratically as they pressed into the crowded hallway, fighting the urge to kick out when other panicked equines tried to barge past her side, though she still happened to graze a few with her yellowed teeth in warning; despising their unwanted touch.
Her anxiety was building as she fed off the frenzied energy of the crowd, her mind throwing around theories as they walked, this was no simple raid, it was too well organised, calculated…
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Post by noshik on Jan 29, 2016 0:39:39 GMT -6
Fine, now chipped hooves scraped over the cracked floor, tail high, fine hair flowing over his back like silver water, his fine head held high in fright, looking around as suddenly, they were moving. Eyes swung to the slave, wondering what had happened to her owner, if he laid beneath the rubble and-- He shuddered at the thought, a long, nervous snort. His steps would grow increasingly deerish, head bobbing, the tremor was almost painfully noticeable. "B-But..." he tried, pausing for a moment. He couldn't be scared? Did his fear really endanger them so much?
Even here, simply following, he was a burden. Despite the fact the Lady was most likely speaking to the king, his disorganized mind directed such as him. Fearful, squawker. He failed to command the respect his family held so dearly. A burden.
Oh.
A bit of falling rubble stirred above him, the finest of grains dusting his back, swinging himself around to see what had touched him, side stepping clumsily. He was starting to cry all over again, yet was unsure why... Everything so fuzzy, why was it always so fuzzy.
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[ooc: Gabe is the most disjointed member of this rp, off in his own little world. gdi gabe. get your head out of the clouds >C]
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Post by Queerly on Feb 3, 2016 18:49:09 GMT -6
" Gabe," Amadeus' voice cut through the curling smoke and plumes of ash, soft but insistent as it tickled along the noble's ears. He was trying, trying to be strong, for him, for all of them, as his mother had once been so very strong herself. He remembered the night of the coup, how the very ground had warped at her command, her lilac eyes tearing reality asunder by its seams. He wanted to be that, wanted to be the white, glimmering light. He wanted to be the hope and the fury of his people. It would start now, even if his voice shook and his knees were weak. " Don't think about anything... don't think about the people around you, or the noise. Just watch me, o-okay? If you follow me, you'll be okay. You... can hold on to my tail, if it helps." The Crucible gave a great roar, its structure bending, crackling beneath heat and explosive magic. Bones' force field sliced a clean line through the chaos, but it was nonetheless difficult to maneuver with the floor trembling beneath their hooves and their vision obscured by a smokescreen. Still, he needed to be optimistic. He needed to be calm. "W-we're almost there." He called to his comrades. And then it happened. A detonation went off at their backs. Amadeus felt the heat of it as his pelt was littered with flying rubble. The pieces of rock felt like wasp stings. One struck his face, tearing away his bridle and a bit of flesh, but he wasn't thinking about that. No- he was thinking about the airborne bodies, thrown like ragdolls through the acrid air, their fur charred as their lungs bellowed their agony. He was thinking about those caught even closer to the blast, how their forms were broken beneath rubble, never to move again. He was thinking of the screams, the sobbing, the terror that had gripped his people as only death can. Most of all, he was thinking about the fire the blast had started, and how it roared and crackled as it raced down the hallway towards them. " Run." He croaked for a second time.
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Post by noshik on Feb 3, 2016 19:33:10 GMT -6
"Huh?" He half whimpered, wide, misty eyes falling on the pegasi in front. he was vaguely aware this horse was important, familiar but he couldn't remember why, or how. They seemed so nice though,. trustworthy... right? "O-okay." he rubbed his head on a thin forelimb, stepping forward, pausing for a moment, before following along with a semi-fluid stride, a bit of white tail held in his mouth. They were almost there.. a-and.. and he'd be--- he could go home! He couldn't see, but.. but he was leading them, this pale little horse and the grey full of spots, he'd said they were almost there!
It took the smallest of breezes to lift the richly embroidered red and blue scarf, long unwrapped, from his head, sending it into the air in a twisting dance. He looked back knowing he could not stop, but it pained him to watch it flutter away... and it all went white. White, hot. The pain did not come untill he came to realise he was on the ground, the sudden brightness had quickly faded into black, followed by burning and something warm and wet rolling down his face.
Had the sun disappeared? Was the smoke now so think it blocked out the light? It was only when the pain became unbearable, that he opened his mouth to scream, a chunk of white hair falling away. Should the others look back, they'd see nothing more than a bloody face, torn and shredded by debris, and singed by flames.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Feb 5, 2016 0:28:46 GMT -6
Shiya | Eminent
Though she was proud she finally got to the Screamer Emin, Shiya certainly did not have time for her pride to swell. Getting out alive first definitely sounded like time better spent. Skin prickling with anticipation and irritability and hooves frequently clicking against stone, she even almost snapped at Ambassador Mateo for stating such an obvious course of action when she finally spoke up. She only managed to hold her tongue because she was right. If they didn't move, they may very soon need to turn bloody. It was one thing to imagine doing so with the Sea Hag but it was an entirely different to actually doing it. Screamer however seemed to want her pushed to her limits, grinding her teeth at his clearly dense question.
Wanting very much to reach out and nip him, her attention was instead drawn to the infamous Emin Scarlette and couldn't help quirk a smirk at how easily she could have a jest, be serious then invite someone for dinner after pushing the Aodhian King along.
Keeping to her little promise, the clothed mare kept close to Amadeus as he stood by her Uncle. And though she was a little dishearten that Bones didn't even acknowledge her words before, Shiya shoved it down hard and fast. She was used to it after all...
Finally on the move, Shiya was ecstatic to get the hell of out here, even if she had to constantly rein herself in so to not shot past Bones or the little Swan King. Feeling the trembling in the floors and coughing out the smoke and ashes she inhaled, she kept the frantic equines out of their little group as best as she could, slamming into anyone who tried to slip in behind the force field or came too close for comfort.
Almost out, alm-
BOOM!
Screams, flying debris and bodies, smell of burning fur and flesh….the sudden explosion behind them, everything, overwhelming her senses, even almost knocking her down. She tried to ignore the horses around her; their bloody, burnt and/or crushed bodies. Yet she could not ignore the sudden blazing heat. Whipping her head around, barely noticing her outfit had been shredded or the cuts that decorated her tender back, she knew she could not mistake the blazing fire burning it’s way in the Crucible’s corridors.
“Gods save us…” she whispered in horror, barely hearing her King’s single word. “Run..Run! Go go go! Get up! Go!” She certainly didn't consider etiquette as she began shoving anyone onto their hooves or pushed them to get moving.
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Post by hey-stardust on Feb 7, 2016 8:16:55 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel
like our time is running out?
The rippling, escapee cloth held her attention long enough to stop pressuring the panicked crowd from staying away as it relinquished its hold from the noble's fine head, slipping between them and beyond, she watched it start to be consumed by the masses, and then, by flames.
Her eyelids shut instinctively as a gust of heat barrelled past her, and was thrown off balance when the second explosion sounded, pain shooting up striped legs as both her knees and jaw collided hard with the ground. She could taste fresh blood well between her teeth, and it pooled quickly in her mouth, dripping from her lips like a crude form of lipstick.
She scrabbled to get back on her feet as fast as she could, slipping on the tiled surface as she kicked and flailed, trying desperately to separate herself from the debris, and other less, tasteful things that she didn’t want to give much thought to.
When both her senses and balance returned, new wounds made themselves known from the chunks of shrapnel that had rend over her skin, opening an impressive array of cuts and gashes that would no doubt scar. Gritting her teeth, she tried to block out the pain they caused and distance herself by turning towards Gabriel, trying catch his gaze, to see if he too had been hindered by the explosion, and aid him, if she could, only to realise that, oh…
In hopes that adrenaline kept them from being locked in place, whether it be from pain or fear, she brushed her dirtied muzzle along his grey neck, trying to warn him of her intent before pressing her entire head against his side, trying to force him to his feet. As much as she despised his theatrics, the thought of leaving him when she could help quickly quashed her instinctual drive to run, though albeit, only momentarily.
“On your feet now, quickly!”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2016 16:16:39 GMT -6
The explosion rattled the building, the shock of the detonation forcing Bones to stumble and fall, knees slamming hard into the stone beneath his hooves. Heat and rubble roared over his back, hot air singing his haunches and tail, shards of stone slicing long lines into his haunches and back. HIs forcefields flickered, his concentration broken. He could already hear the roar of flames over Gabe's screaming, and while his heart broke for the poor bleeding sap, he knew better than to linger.
The smoke was already thick, choking his already weak lungs. Bones coughed, eyes watering as he staggered to his feet, blood running down the front of his forelimbs, staining his white socks and pale peachy hooves. This was bad. With his forcefields weak at best, he had a decision to make. Keep Amadeus close, under his watchful eye, but closer to the roaring flames, or nudge him ahead and let the delicate child run to safety. Bones knew running wasn't in his own books. He had to decide. and fast.
He immediately went to the other person he trusted most in the group.
"Shiya!" he barked hoarsely, looking back over their small group, picking her out easily. He pulled her forward, wordlessly assigning her to Amadeus. "Take him, my home if you can... but somewhere safe" he wheezed, knowing Shiya could run whereas Bones could not. He turned back to Gabe and the mare who was helping the poor grey sap. Bones was finding it hard to breathe amongst the smoke and the dust, but he knew he had to help. He moved around to gabes other side, leading him as well as he could. Blood didnt phase him, nor did burns, not after what he'd seen as a slave.
"Gabe we need to go now. Now or we all burn" He said, low and increasingly hoarse in Gabes ear.
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Post by posy-punch on Feb 7, 2016 20:37:50 GMT -6
Lady Scarlette | Noble The explosion tore at the mare's body, heat racing over her and fire scalding her hind quarters. She screeched in a small bout of terror and then shut her mouth respectively. Bodies were blown away from the rubble and screams of the less fortunate were cut off by fire or smoke or even by falling ceiling. Her shoulder went numb with first pain from debris having cut it and then with the blast of heat and force that near knocked her off balance. She jerked to a knee and then picked herself up, setting her legs to motion. She could already see the King was finding his way into brisk motion, his advisor had dropped back to the poor noble who had obviously gotten the brute of the explosion to his face. It terrified her, the scarred flesh and the unseeing eyes. She quickly thanked the Advisor mentally. Had she had to deal with that she probably would have lost her sight as well to such a hideous reality. She shoved the ambassador then, sent the obviously well thought mare on her way in front of the older mare. The slave she noticed, was on the other side of the noble. She sighed, he was almost familiar. He must have come from a long family, so much so that she knew of them. She shook her mane, now was not the time. Shiya, another mare who seemed to have good sense, was also leading the charge away form the explosion. Scarlet's brittle and burnt forelock began to crumble away and the mare silently cursed such a despicable event. No forelock now, probably lucky to have a tail by the end of this, seeing as the blast had sent fire to her backside and heat through what little mane she had. Now the flames licked at her feet and she stamped a few out, but was dismayed by the true magnitude of the explosions. "Remind me to buy some mercenaries to hunt this particular raiding function down, I think it may be the only business I could ever do with a Vagabond." Her motherly nature had dissolved into a cruel form of words as hatred boiled in her. Then her eyes glowed in even more anger and rage as she realized her slave, her Mandi, could be caught under rubble. Perhaps dead, perhaps injured and screaming for help. Her hatred was so intense the mare was blind to the fire lapping at her tail. She swung around, boney and slim body held high as she flattened her ears and became a figment of nightmares. A noble with money, with purpose, with hatred, that was blind to the pain of fire in this particular moment. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she embodied the spirit of the pit fighters she knew so well. She bared her teeth and began to literally snap at the horses close to her. "Get moving. I want to get out alive so I can hunt down these slums." [501 Words] |
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Post by noshik on Feb 7, 2016 23:07:06 GMT -6
It was all happening so fast, too fast, it just now dawning upon him as pawn drowned him, turned his thoughts to hissing static. He could not see. His hysterical, nonsensical screaming morphed into words. "I-I---I Can't see! oH, OH GOD, I CAN'T SEE!"
He shrieked untill his voice broke, everything was so loud, he didn't know where the others were though their voices rang around him, were they leaving him?? His head jerked at the sound of flames, something touched him and he jerked, halfway up, though his hooves were unstable, unable to find a clear spot in a sea of rubble and fear took over. Gabe froze as someone began to push him. Feeble legs shook as he scrambled upright, dizzy with pain the ground heaved below him, it hurt to cry but he couldn't stop.
Were they moving there? His steps were deerish and unsure, stepping wide and high but his pace was slow, tripping over his own feet. "I-I.. I.." he hiccuped. His face didn't seem to be the only thing blasted, his right shoulder and chest peppered with shrapnel and burns. His sobbing slowed, but remained, all too aware of the flames clawing their way towards them.
Was he a burden now?
Baggage that would tie them out of pity to their deaths.
"I-it's okay." The greys voice was raspy, a forced tone of peace. "Y.. You can go. Don't worry about me? I'll be ok, I can hide s-somewhere."
They couldn't run with him, escape if found. And afterward?
Oh god.
"It's It's... it's okay."
This was his plan all along, wasn't it? When he was too much to just carry, feeding off of others. So weak, and scared. He was the only one shrieking, crying, and hardly knew what was happening around him. It was just happening faster than what he expected. Years faster.
But.. it was better this way. Wasn't it?
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Post by Gaybies on Feb 8, 2016 18:35:35 GMT -6
She'd been listening quietly, forced to pause at the naive response that had rolled free from Screamer's tongue. Already dirty... Bless his little heart... Her attention would shift to the noble lady who had suggested dinner should they survive. The Ambassador offered the briefest of nods and a gracious smile in response. If dinner was to be had, Mateo was all for it.
There wasn't the time for such plans now, however. The niceties could wait as they had a more pressing matter to attend to. She was game to follow the rest of them, her demeanor calm and collected, considering the circumstances. Filling in beside them, she worked her way through the uneven ground as best she could.
"W-we're almost there."
The stuttering voice of the Bird King came floating back, offering what little reassurance he could to the rattled citizens. Mateo had little time to ponder where exactly "there" was before it happened. The explosion and the subsequent wave of heat and flame had knocked the mare to her knees like so many others. Shrapnel from the battered Crucible had torn into her skin in a number of places. Crimson puckered from a fine line sliced through her left cheek, which she inadvertently smeared as she sought to remove the rubble from the open wounds on her forelegs. A ghastly sight, the Ambassador got back to her feet with a wince, ears ringing, eyes struggling to see the others through the cloud of debris and smoke.
Mateo wobbled a step or two forward as the ringing which muffled the shouts of those around her began to dissipate. The step revealed the searing pain of a fresh burn, her smokey coat scorched at the shoulder. The Screaming was back, never had she heard such a sound from a creature and it was starting to wear on her nerves.
"Shut your trap, you silly creature, the flames will be coming this way so hiding isn't an option. You'll be leavin with me and the rest of the lot or so help me..." She snapped, closing the distance between herself and the shellshocked grey who she had now affectionately dubbed 'Screamer' in her mind.
It was about that time that she realized the old man would struggle to keep up with the rest of the running lot. "Ah'll stay with you, Bones," She thought that was what someone had called him... She couldn't remember.. Mateo figured he wouldn't want the help, but if the Bird King was safe with the others, the least she could do for her host tribe was to try and keep the two grey creatures safe as well..
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