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Post by Queerly on Jan 16, 2016 19:42:51 GMT -6
 This is Valore, your home, and the Vagabonds are sacking it. This is an insult that simply cannot stand. As chaos erupts and screams echo in the stadium, Isador turns to his remaining party. "Will you follow me?"
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 17, 2016 19:53:28 GMT -6
Isador | Adviser
Unease thrummed through Isador as he waited in the Monarch’s Box, the cheerful glow of the lights illuminating his grey and red coat, flashing in his pale eyes. He did not show his unease, of course; that would never do. Now more than ever, next to the King with the public’s eyes upon them. His gaze cut sideways, met with fellow Advisor Azazel’s for a moment and the two stallions exchanged a glance, then looked away again.
Azazel murmured something, and Amadeus nodded, then stepped on to the podium and began speaking, kicking off the festivities. Again, unease twinged in Isador’s gut, and his eyes tightened in irritation as he scanned the crowd-
“- And owned by the Noble Isador, we haveeeeeee Simeon! An impressive career and crowd favorite, she-” Isador’s musings were interrupted as his own pit fighter was paraded into the ring, and despite himself he was distracted as he watched her. Embers, she was an impressive specimen, and he felt satisfaction suffuse him as he watched her prowl across the perimeter. She wasn’t cavorting, she wasn’t posturing- but she wasn’t hiding her strength, either. As if she could. Each step was measured, and spoke of coiled power, latent violence simmering just beneath her glossy coat. Not for the first time, Isador silently congratulated himself on his investment in the mare. She hadn’t been easy, but, he thought to himself with fondness, she could have been so much wors-
BOOM
Then a moment of pure disorientation, which enraged Isador more than the fact that they had just been attacked! He scrambled to his hooves -when had he fallen?- with ears ringing and spots in front of his eyes. He suspected he was bleeding, but didn’t deign to look- instead cerulean gaze was drawn to the crumbling Crucible wall, as Aodh citizens were tipped into the arena itself while- Chevaliers? No, vagabonds, poured in. Vindicators.
Oh, for the love of-
Isador turned unsteadily to Amadeus, who had found his own hooves.
“My King-” he began, but the wide blue eyes that locked on to his own did not show any recognition, any acknowledgement. Then they blinked, turned away from him to another advisor- Bones. Isador couldn’t hear what Bones was saying, but then Amadeus was interrupting.
“Run-” the King croaked, lips trembling. And then he was gone, vanishing into the smoke and chaos.
Isador swore, stumbling in the most unseemly way, catching his balance again.
The screams were louder now- a battle was taking place below. Another explosion rocked the stands, but Isador did not fall, merely stumbled, coughing in the new wave of acrid smoke as stone crumbled around him, blocking the exit from the Monarch’s Box. But so had one of the edges of the box crumbled- he could see over it, step over it if he so chose.
He straightened, met the gazes of those equines still scattered in the stands around them. Azazel, Bones, Amadeus- all gone. He was the highest ranking official that he could see through the smoke screen. It was up to him, then.
“Friends,” he said. “This is Valore, your home, and the Vagabonds are sacking it. This is an insult that simply cannot stand. He steps out of the box, stone shifting beneath his polished hooves. “Will you follow me?”
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Post by Queerly on Jan 17, 2016 19:58:39 GMT -6
 “Run!” was all that your king managed to command before he turned tail and fled, leaving your party to do much the same. But will you? This is Valore, your home that is being insulted, plagued by Vindicator forces. Crawling, scuttling roaches, the lot of them. As the Crucible dissolves around you and screams echo in your ears, a fire is kindled in your breast. “Friends,” Isador says, “Do you trust me? Would you follow me?” |
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Post by jodifarrow22 on Jan 18, 2016 1:16:01 GMT -6
Kanu | Noble Lord
It had been a good day, Kanu had been waiting to see this pit fight for a while. He wanted to bring his own Pit fighter to see the show, learn some things, but in the end had decided to come alone. It was just easier this way, the Pit fights could get rowdy- even Kanu was guilty of getting quite excited- and it was just easier to handle himself without any one to worry about if necessary. He perched close to the King, he'd been invited to sit with him, and happily obliged. The view from the Monarch's box was amazing, and it only made Kanu more keen to see the fight. Occasionally engaging in conversation with Kind Amadeus and the other Lords and Ladies nearby, he was in a particularly good mood today, laughing and joking. Drinking would do that for him, and he'd had a few drinks earlier. He nestled into his seat as the match started and the first pit fighter was introduced; Simeon. She was an impressive specimen, he had to admit. She showed just how feisty females could be with the right training, and knew her opponent would have to work hard if he was to take her down.
Next to him sat Evalynn, a good friend of his, and a mother to one of his children. Though that was something just casually thrown around in their conversations.
"It's going to be a good fight! I can feel it." He said cheerfully, munching on seasoned corn kernels as he watched with bright eyes.
A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as the announcer continued his lines, trying to speak over the roars in the crowd. Everyone in Valore seemed to revel in these affairs, with good reason. Some of these fights were nasty, which only made the Aodhian crowds more eager to see how it ends.
Just as Kanu was about to lean over to the King again to spark a conversation, a loud, profound crack broke the air and everything for Kanu went black for a few seconds. His ears rung, and his eyes squinted against the violent storm of up-kicked dust and rock that had been thrown through the air. Kanu was confused, firstly. What had happened? Why had everything suddenly been turned upside down? He stood up as quickly as possible, wobbling but stable enough to peer over the edge of the crumbling podium where he'd been sitting. A terrible scene was unfolding. It didn't take much for Kanu to know that these horses now marching into the rink were Vagabonds. They were here to liberate, to terrorize the Aodh members who glorified the fighting of slaves.
Kanu's eyes darted every which way, noticing the King tell them to run before he himself disappeared. Kanu was now glad he hadn't brought his family. Before he could properly retain a straight thought the remaining Adviser, Isador spoke up.
"Will you follow me?" Was the only thing Kanu could even register, but he could guess what his prior words had been about. He wanted to know if Kanu- and the remaining horses with him- would help to counter this heinous attack. Kanu's muscles tensed as he came to. He couldn't believe the audacity of these thieves. It was disgusting. He would do anything necessary to rid Aodh of them. And with that, he gave a determined nod to the Adviser,
"I will, Isador. Anything needed to help, I will do without hesitation."
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 18, 2016 14:08:08 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
To say that Evalynn had been waiting for today was an understatement. She wasn't necessarily a fan of watching the fighters beat the shit out of each other, but she'd been working with Ghost, watching him train. They had come to a... mutual respect over the years, and dare she say, they were friends- if a strained friendship. She still remembered the first fight he'd had under her command. He'd gotten scraped up a bit, and she'd flitted around him, tending his wounds, and generally pissing him off with her hovering.
As Evalynn made her way into the Crucible, she gave Kanu a sidelong glance, grinning at him. They had both been invited by Amadeus to sit in the Monarch Box, a first for Evalynn. Usually just nobles sat with the King, and she felt privileged the small king had thought to invite her. Her Blacksmith skills were on the rise, having made quite a name for herself in the almost 6 years that she had been in Aodh. They made their way into the Monarch Box with ease, filling in beside the other Royals.
Kanu turned to her and she grinned, nodded along with him. "This is definitely going to be a good fight! I can't wait to see how Ghost does tonight. I daresay this will be a night to remember for quite awhile." she smirked as she stole a few of his seasoned kernals, popping them into her mouth with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. As the pit began streaming in the pit fighters, she glanced down to watch as Ghost strode in, with a muscular ease. They both knew his confident stride was something he earned. He was an extremely formidable fighter. However, not long after the fighters began to circle around the pit, flexing and posturing, an ear-splitting crack rang out, followed by an explosion, sending Evalynn sprawling to her side. Debris was flung over head, and as her vision focused once again, she stood up on shaky hooves.
This wasn't planned.... This was an attack!
Looking around with panic in her eyes, she saw that a section of the stands had collapsed, sending the spectators on that level to spill into the pit. With a horrific realization, she remembered that Airita had bragged saying that she and Asalah had gotten front row tickets. Scanning the fallen debris she saw two familiar coats. Fear gripped her heart. Were they okay?? She knew they could handle themselves, they had done swimmingly on their original trek to Aodh. She had to believe they could handle themselves here. Turning her head, she saw that Amadeus had frozen, the initial blast freezing him to the spot. However, Bones seemed to snap the feathered young stallion back, and with a fearful glance, Amadaus uttered one word before bolting.
Run.
And with that the Advisors followed behind the King to make sure he would remain safe. She could use her blessing to keep him safe! She was just about to bolt after him, when the one remaining advisor looked to the horses who had yet to flee and spoke, calling them to action. She knew the advisors could keep Amadeus safe, and Ghost was down in the pit with her sisters- she trusted him enough to believe that he would keep her sisters safe if they could not keep themselves safe. These Vindicators needed to pay for their crimes. And if she could help, she would stay and fight. A small voice in the back of her head screamed that she did not know how to fight against another horse, but she countered that with the knowledge that she had been blessed by Ignacio with his signature blessing. She could not let him down. She would not disgrace their God, and she would not disgrace her herd members. She would fight!
"Count me in, Isador." she stood firm and resolute beside Kanu, waiting for the advisors plan.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Jan 18, 2016 19:09:37 GMT -6
Originally, he had been sitting with Lilith and the kids. There was a nice spot not too far from the monarch box that Ron had found for all of them. They had been invited to the monarch box as well, but...well, not all of the kids could fit in, and it wasn’t fair to only give a few of the children that privilege. Then Lilith had asked him to go check on Amadeus. She had seemed a little concerned for his well being, although he supposed she had good reason to. This New Years would be the two year mark of Marcellus’ and Alduin’s death. He had not intended to stay in the monarch’s box for long, but it didn’t take much for him to get caught up in chatting with some of the other nobles, and even the boy king himself. So he stayed, longer than he would have liked, and watched everything unfold from the wonderful view of the monarch box. When the bomb went off, Ron’s immediate thoughts were about his family. The blast had been strong enough to sent Ron to the floor. He was dazed, his mind sent reeling. A terrible pain rung in his head. Why did he so foolishly allow himself to get caught up in all the chatter? He should have returned to them as soon as he could! The boy king had tucked his tail and run. But he had croaked out one word before taking off. Run! There was a second explosion, but it was not as violent. It merely rocked the floor beneath his hooves. Ron shook debris from his coat and frantically looked around the stadium for signs of his family. He could not see them and it set a deep, troubling feeling of worry in him. He needed to find them. Isador’s voice suddenly caught his attention. Ron looked over the chimeric, who proposed a question to him, and all of the others who still remained. Ron swallowed hard, showing a moment of hesitance before he nodded at the advisor. He would protect Valore, for his family, for his herd. If he was going to find his family, he would need to do it. “ I will.” - - - - -
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Post by Queerly on Jan 18, 2016 23:11:11 GMT -6
“Vagabonds! We can escape!”
"Master!? Lady Scarlet!"
“We can run! And we're stronger than so many of these horses.”
Eila.
"Is everyone alright?"
"No! We must stay! Freedom is not a good thing!"
"Out of my way!"
Eila. Warm... soft, her chestnut fur the texture of crushed velvet. She smelled like the forest after it rained, peat moss and ozone, earthy. Simeon loved it, loved her scent, would bury her nose against the fjord's mane and tickle her ears with soft breath.
"Know your place, slave!"
"Know your place!"
"Stop! Escape is not the answer!"
She was the color of fire, but her mind was of the earth. Steady, preserving. She never bent the knee, for mountains could not bow. They merely witnessed, reticent and untouchable, far above the worldly concerns of mortals. Flames could not smother her Eila, not forever. She pushed through like a stubborn, green bud.
A desert castilleja. Her resilient, strong prairie-fire.
"Stop this madness! What in the name of Aodh are you all doing?"
Simeon's eyes slid open, and the world swam. Fire, rubble, horses, acrid smoke... she could make out faces, if she squinted, but only for so long. The combatants quickly blurred into one another, their movements too fast too track, but it didn't matter. No one was coming after her, and that was the important thing.
Getting up was another important thing, and perhaps even more pressing.
With a groan that was entirely guttural, Simeon pushed herself upright. What had once been a wall now lay in pieces around her, a great slab of it heavy against her hip, but not so heavy that she couldn't gather her hooves beneath herself and push to all fours. The slab shifted, leaned, and fell with a dusty thmmp.
Her fellows were arguing amongst themselves. There was a ringing in her skull that made it hard to both hear and concentrate, but she could make out some words. Escape. Freedom. Only chance. Those words were music, striking a symphony in the very fiber of her heart. They talked about it often, she and Eila. Always in secret, their voices lowered to nervous whispers. Eila would muse what the earth felt like beneath her hooves, and Simeon would spin visions of Sedo and its vast, endless sky. She'd speak of the Valley of Melodies, how the structures whistled a haunting tune that resonated deep, deep within the soul. So too did she speak of God's Landing's peaks, and the marbled rainbow painting the Osulas canyon. And of course she told tales of her son, Salvatore, the one good thing she'd brought into the world.
One day we'll go there.
A chestnut ear, flicking gently against the warmth of her breath. Gilded eyes like marigolds.
I'll take you to that big, blue sky, and we'll never look back.
Simeon stared at the hole the explosion had created, a sure-fire shot to freedom. And then she turned her back.
Curled ears perked as she scanned the arena, squinting to focus her somewhat lacking vision. She thought, just for a moment, that she saw a flash of her master through the fighting. But that was ridiculous; Isador had no business being in the arena. Flouncing powder puff that he was, she had little doubt he was already enroute to the palace, shielded by a small army of Chevaliers-
Wait.
Simeon squinted harder.
That was Isador, and he was headed right for her position, fighting horses and flying spells be damned. Simeon felt her jaw go slack. "What," She called, her voice coming out in a strangled croak, "in the fresh hell are you doing?"
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 19, 2016 0:12:55 GMT -6
Isador | Adviser
As they surrounded him, looked at him, Isador felt his heart swell with pride. Pride, and a fierce love for his herd. Look at them- the ever Noble Kanu, ferocity shining in his eyes. Beautiful Evalynn, a rising star in the artisan world but not shrinking, not one bit, from the reality standing before her. And Ron- tall, quiet Ron who surely must be worried about his own family, but who did not flinch in his gaze, his resolve.
They were all worthy of Aodh, of Ignacio himself, and Isador let their resolve, their bravery, their patriotism kindle in his soul, a fire that built within him and raged against his ribs, his throat, his narrowed eyes as he looked into the eyes of those around him.
He would not let them down; he would not let Aodh down.
“The way out of the box is blocked,” Isador shouted over the melee, a loose lock of his hair whipping across his eyes in the wind, “but if we go-”
Something crackling, red, and very hot whizzed past his head and thudded into the stone in another small explosion.
“MOVE!” Isador shouted, leaping out of the box, knowing the others would be hot on his heels. They were too obviously targets, in the ruins of the box- especially with his and Evalynn’s bright, striking coats. He landed in the stands. There was a path, leading to the exit through there-
Tsssssssssssss crack!
Another ball of something exploded the row in front of him. Isador swore-another exit blocked.
He looked around, nostrils flared red. He couldn’t see any clear way out- then fresh screams reached his ears, and he turned, hesitating. The pit fighters were going berserk- was that Simeon on the ground? How DARE they-
Ominous hissing broke off the stallion’s building fury; they had to move. He looked down, in to the chaos in the Pits.
It never sparks, but it burns. So be it.
“FOLLOW ME,” he bellowed over his shoulder. And then he leaped, soaring over the crumbling ledge and landing into soft sand, swirling smoke, and utter chaos.
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Post by jodifarrow22 on Jan 19, 2016 4:44:16 GMT -6
Kanu | Noble Lord
The Lord felt better with these horses by his side. Although there was no time to revel in the feeling of pride and warmth he had toward his fellow Aodhians, he would take the time eventually to tell them how proud he was to be standing with them... despite the situation they were in. He moved quickly, looking for a way down that wouldn't potentially injure them before they even got the chance to fight for their city. Chaos was all Kanu could hear, screaming, shrieking. The arena was stained with blood, blood of Nobles, of commoners. This was a disaster, and Kanu just wished he had some higher power instilled in him to help more. But he didn't, all he could offer was himself. His mind was sharp now, the only thing possibly effecting him being the screaming in the background.
'MOVE!'
Kanu, without hesitation, grabbed Evalynn by the mane and pulled her down with him, out of the way of the violent ball of fire. What were they catapulting at them!? Kanu's ears yet again began ringing, and he grunted, making sure he hadn't hurt Evalynn on the way down. Laying low he moved out from the Monarch's box, following Isador but falling yet again when another large bomb of sorts hit the seats not too far from them. Kanu was on his hooves as quickly as possible, but he kept his head low, knowing his horn would probably act as a red flag for the Vindicators. Where were they to go now? There was no exit. None but-
Just as Kanu had the thought, Isador put it in motion, as though they had thought it at the same time. Kanu leapt after the Adviser, making sure everyone else was still standing and ready to fight. The speckled stallion disappeared in the blink of an eye into the rubble, the dust and the mess of bodies in the arena. Kanu braced himself before flying in too, legs outstretched and lungs sucking in a breath before he met with the sand below. As soon as he pushed forward a Vagabond charged at him, their wings outstretched. Kanu shoved them in the chest with his withers, keeping his muzzle close to the sand. He grunted, pushing them with all his strength. They seemed to have landed on their wing wrong, and Kanu felt they wouldn't have been getting up any time soon. That was good enough for him as he looked around for other Aodhian's who may have needed help. There were many.
Seeing a small foal crying nearby, Kanu leaped toward them and scooped them up onto his back.
"I know you want your mum, hold on, I'll get you to safety!" He yelled, swerving between swinging hooves and slashing weapons so he could get the filly to safety without a hitch. He saw a hole in the wall, a tiny one far too small for any adult horse to fit through. But just the right size for the youngun'. Quickly he shoved her into the crevice, telling her to sit tight until he could find her mother. She may have even escaped, it seemed many families had been split. Kanu was overwhelmed just thinking about what would happen if it were his kids that he'd lost during this ordeal.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 19, 2016 18:28:53 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
After her and Kanu rose their voices to lend their support, Ron had stepped up as well, two solemn words voicing his agreement. With the three of them, Isador looked at them with, if she was correct, a silently swelling pride at their refusal to turn tail and run. Just as he was about to tell them where they were going, a loud sizzling flash of red came close- too close- too Isador's head, smashing into the partially destoryed wall behind him.
Move!
As he shouted that, she didn't need telling twice, ducking as Kanu yanked on her mane, seeing a large fireball surge past where her head had just been. Relief that Kanu had moved quickly was soon replaced by anger. How dare they use fire against her?! She knew it wasn't directed specifically at her, but that mattered little to the large draft. With a guttural whinny, she leapt out of the box after Isador and Kanu, right as another flash of magic demolished the area she had been standing. The blast's residual energy knocked into her, sending her sprawling once again. A vagabond saw her downed form and charged, no doubt going to make sure she would stay down- in the most lethal way possible.
However, as the vagabond neared, Evalynn lurched to her hooves, and spat a jet of fire at the horse, watching with a morbid fascination as the flame engulfed the horses mane with ease. Immediately a look that promised her destruction was now filled with terror as the horse turned and tried to run, the flames now licking down it's shoulders.
So... attacking another horse was just the same as the time she set a pair cassowaries alight- the first time she'd ever used her blessing. It wasn't so different. But at the same time, a deep wretched feeling washed over her. That was another horse. But she pushed the feeling away. That horse knew what he was getting into when he decided to bombard their city.
The painted mare, now free of an attacker, sought out Isador's distinct coat, and made her way quickly to him, just as one of the Pit Fighters- Simeon if she remembered her name correctly- neared the advisor. Evalynn was about to ready another blast of fire, when she realized the pit fighter was not attacking, but rather seemed to know him. Perhaps she was his fighter. Evalynn cared little as to who the mare belonged to as long as she wasn't attacking.
Evalynn chanced a quick glance around the pit, watching as rampant, angry looking blasts of magic was slowly rending the Crucible to broken chunks around horses that were fighting for their lives. The air was hazy, filled with soot, dust, ash, making it hard to make out anyone she knew. She saw several bodies laying prone on the ground, and prayed to Ignacio that they were not dead, and prayed that none of the rubble covered bodies littering the ground were her sisters or Ghost.
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Post by carichimera on Jan 20, 2016 4:38:45 GMT -6
Mathias||Slave trader
New years, a time when the ever 'fun-loving' Mathias was hustled along with those who would drag him to the bar and then to the crucible. Every year was like the last, the large stallion drank until slightly tipsy and then he would stare disaprovingly at the grand pit fight that would end the year, this time was no different. The crowd was roaring as he entered the crucible, inviting him to take a seat near the action, the only perk his rank granted him. Amadeus gave a short speach, one that Mathias was greatful for, and the fight were to begi-
BOOM!!
A loud explosion sounded throughout the stadium and the force of it sent the big stallion flying off his already unsteady feat and straight into the ring itself. It seemed like hours had gone by until Mathias had woken up to utter chaos. Were those... Vagabonds? "They are invading the herd? What in the name of Ignacio is going on" the broad horse spoke out mostly to himself as he struggled to his hooves. The vagabonds were attacking everyone in order to get to their king. Mathias didn't have to think twice before he spotted a larger enemy stallion chasing a mare, with that he was away. His blue-black mane rippled like fire as he chased down the vagabond, with no blessing to aid him, he would have to get physical.
With a growling grunt, the large draft sent his heavy hooves crashing into the side of the stallion vagabond, sending the horse to the ground with ease. It had been a while since Mathias had gotten a chance to throw his back into a fight... he had honestly missed it. With a few powerful kicks for good measure, Matty left the stallion in search for a new target when he spotted a group of fellow Aodhians lead by the adviser known as Isador. 'Strength in numbers, eh?' He chuckled to himself as he joined the group, giving respectful nods to all those gathered.
"Excellent day for a fight, is it not? I will stand with you, if you will allow me." Mathias directed at no one in particular, he had finished his words when a vagabond charged at him, fiery eyes trained on him. The big stallion braced himself as the brutal mare of equal size locked into a fight with him, hooves thrashing and teeth snapping. The large mare had already drawn blood before Mathias was able to get in a few good hits which sent her flying to re group. Blood trickled down his dark blue-grey coat as he huffed, perhaps he was out of practice.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Jan 21, 2016 19:17:30 GMT -6
Ron leapt into the arena without hesitance, out of the frying pan and into the fire. Honestly, he had no idea what he was doing or if he would make it out this okay, but he did not have time to dwindle of those thoughts. He had to react quickly in this situation. As he landed in the arena, his feet had given out from under him, and he was sent tumbling. A vindicator was caught in his path and unfortunately crushed under his weight. The sound of their colliding bodies was not too pleasant. He was stunned for a few long moments, his mind sent reeling again. It was all such a mess, bodies flew all over the place. There was a pain in his chest and he could feel his heart racing. Oh gods, this was not the time. He was feeling a panic attack coming on, triggered by all of the chaos around him.
On shaking legs, Ron got up, trying to collect his thoughts. He needed to get out of here quickly, but he knew he would need to help others that had unfortunately gotten caught up in everything as well. He swung himself around, easily finding Isador among the sea of bodies. “Isador, we must move quickly!” He cast a glance towards the nearest exit, where he spotted the chevalier commander leading a small group towards. He could only pray that everyone would get out safely.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 22, 2016 5:32:41 GMT -6
Isador | Adviser
Intent on getting to Simeon- that had been her, he knew it was her- Isador was suitably startled when Mathias loomed suddenly out of the smoke, and the grey stallion tensed, tail lashing, before he registered the words. He did not know Mathias, but he did not care; a loyal Aodhian citizen was good enough for him. Isador opened his mouth to say as much, when again an equine suddenly surged through the chaos and slammed in to the slave trader. Mathias handled her well though- whether a rebellious slave or a vindicator, it wasn't clear but again, such nuances did not particularly matter at this point.
Isador looked around again, but Simeon was lost in the chaos; her champagne coat blended in perfectly with the muted, swirling reds of flames, dust and blood.
"Isador! We must move quickly!" Isador pivoted, ears flicking, as Ron shouted at him. He didn't look good; there was a suppressed sort of wildness in the black stallion's eyes that worried Isador. But something else then distracted him- was that- yes, a hole in the Crucible wall! That was how the Vindicators were getting in- and how the slaves were getting out.
"We need to control that breach!" Isador shouted over the cacophony, pushing thoughts of Simeon from his mind. Either she was injured, or she was not; either she had escaped, or she had not. It was not of importance right now. (Although in the back of his mind the adviser briefly contemplated having to break the news of Simeon's escape to her pet slave, Eila, and he shuddered, shoving the thought of those baleful gold eyes far away.) If they could control the breach, they could control the situation, subdue the vindicators and the slaves, and aid the wounded citizens.
"Anyone-" he ducked a whizzing spell, "any of you who wish to leave, go now; I will think no less of you for it. Noble Aodh blood is a precious thing! But any who wish to stay and work with me, fight for Aodh, for our country, our very way of life, they will be-" but whatever they might have been remained a mystery as a pit slave, intent on reaching said breach in the wall, barreled straight in to the adviser and knocked him ass over hooves, both vanishing in to the smoke.
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Post by Queerly on Jan 23, 2016 1:41:53 GMT -6
All together, it took ten seconds.
Five to reach him.
Simeon had watched, aghast, as Isador had all but thrown himself to the mercy of the chaotic pit. He'd flitted through hostile spells and hooves with a natural grace she'd never obtain and might have admired, were it not him. He'd looked around - for her? - and then he'd begun to shout, rallying whatever sods he'd convinced to join the fray. She could have laughed, and even might have, the humorless sound leaving her as a sharp, clipped bark. Spoiled, flimsy Aodhians, fighting. It was a joke. Worse, it wasn't even funny. But then- but then, a horse had sprung from the pandemonium, and they collided. Purposeful? Accidental? It didn't matter, for Isador was down, and Simeon was moving, devouring the blood-soaked dirt with iron hooves and crashing through bodies as though they were made of glass. She might have been bitten, may even have been kicked or tagged with magic, but it didn't matter. It didn't. Within just five seconds, she had reached him and the unfortunate pit slave he'd become entangled with.
Three to save him.
It went without saying that Pit fighters were dangerous. They were honed to destroy, to draw blood as fierce and brutally as they could, violent spectacles upon which the masses were entertained. At least in a match they had to exhibit some control. A frantic, thoughtless pit fighter on the verge of escape was even more absurdly dangerous than usual. Simeon knew this, and was not proven wrong, for already the pitfighter was thrashing wildly, mistaking Isador for a captor. He bit him once. Only once, before Simeon had grabbed the lean fighter by the crest and lifted him, Isador half-rising before their flailing limbs came untangled and his flea-bitten form hit the dirt. Simeon swung her head, swung her whole body, and let the momentum do the rest. The offender was hurled, body skidding when he struck the arena floor. Just three seconds.
Finally: two to berate him.
"What," She asked, drawing out every syllable with fresh blood between her teeth, a furious seeth in her low voice, "are you doing?"
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Post by jodifarrow22 on Jan 23, 2016 4:58:00 GMT -6
Kanu | Noble Lord
Fighting would have been a lot easier had the arena not been occupied by at least hundreds of flailing, biting, kicking and magic-wielding bodies. All desperate to express their desire to reach their goals. It was either freedom, destruction or defense that these equines felt, each trait just as strong and powerful as the last. Mixing the three together was a easy-to-follow recipe for a catastrophic bomb. He only saw flickers of his fellow Aodhians; Evalynn spitting fire, Isador looking for Simeon and Ron seemingly suffering from some sort of panic attack. Kanu, yet again, was attacked by an unknown source. He bet it was a Vagabond, but it seemed that some of the slaves too were keen to take a chunk out of the Nobles they once called master. So he wasn't ruling that out of the equation. Either way, Kanu didn't hesitate to ram his horn far into the attackers jugular, hearing gurgling and spitting coming from their mouth, blood pouring from their lips and from the newly made hole in their flesh. Kanu slid his horn from the muscle and lifted his head high, blood dripping down his forehead. It was the first time he'd done this in years, and every time, every time he was involved in some form of physical fight, he lost himself.
He didn't know why, but it was due to his explosive disorder the fits of rage he randomly suffered that could only be cured by violence. Violence itself triggered it, so now Kanu was thrashing, kicking biting stabbing anyone and and anything that dared come too close. His eyes were wide, white part of his face now deep red with blood. He could hear Isador telling the others to either leave or help him conceal the hole in the wall, and with that Kanu made his way there. He was angry, so extremely frustrated that he could hardly even walk straight without kicking or charging something, head down and horn ready to penetrate flesh. He reached the large gape in the brick and stone, and the violently rushing bodies was only more intense. Slaves scrambled out and Vindicators pushed their way in, and Kanu was at a loss on how to strategically stop the flow of horses. He pulled vindicators from the stream, some by their manes and some by their bare skin, before beating them to a pulp. Screaming profanity and showing a deep, dark side of him he hardly ever showed.
It wasn't even for his city anymore, it was just to appease the monster in his gut, the black one that made him crazy, that made him scream and want to pull his own skin off. If it were a visual representation- this emotion- it would be the devil. He hated it, hated that part of himself, but he didn't know how to fix it and so when it hit, he rolled with the punches and embraced the occasional need to break bone and tear flesh apart. At least he was being helpful, eliminating as many of the scum they called Vagabonds as he could, all while pushing slaves back into the arena, trying not to let them leave.
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Post by carichimera on Jan 27, 2016 1:21:34 GMT -6
So much noise and Chaos, was this what is was like being a pit slave? Backed into a corner, screams coming from every direction and the only way to survive is to fight with all they have. Mathias, in his rebellious time of youth, had often gotten into brutal street fights and bar brawls, but nothing this big. But this wasn't just a fight, this was for his herd, as much as he disapproved of the keeping of slaves, he knew they were a part of Aodh... and as long as they were he would defend to customs of hus herd from these foolish mules!
Mathias took a moment to compose himself and to listen to the Adviser's words, but they were cut off by a horse crashing into him and sending him into the smoke and dust. The big draft shook his head is a slightly worried manner before he focused himself again. They needed to stop the Vagabonds from getting in? No problem. With a few strong strides he was charging at yet another horse who had breached the wall, his eyes fixed on the large gap as he whipped around and slammed his hind hooves into the side of his target, sending them to the ground wailing. 'We need to control that breach!' Easier said then done, Mathias grumbled to himself as he took in the aight. Rubble lay everywhere, he wasn't sure if there was a way to physically close the gap without collapsing more wall to do so, and even if they did that, would it work? Before the big stallion could finish his thoughts, he suddenly felt a pain he could even describe, a pain so intense that it sent him to his knees instantly. It felt as if his own blood had turned against him and he let out a pained gasp. A mare no taller then 13 hands walked up to him with a smirk "I was blessed with Blood manipulation so i could take down brutes like you, you like the feeling of a heart attack?" Mathias groaned as the pain got increasingly worse. "You don't want to do this, lass." He managed to reply in a horse tone. He hadn't moved from the spot he had fallen and was now glaring up at the smaller mare. "What are you going to do, big guy? Nothing is mor-" before she could finish, Mathias ignored the pain and got to his hooves as quick as he could, with a single strike the mare was out cold and all that remained of her gift was a searing ache. "Ugh, magic." He grumbled to himself as he took a moment.
Back into the fray.
Mathias took to the wall, fighting back angry vagabonds and trying to calm slaves, he had gotten locked into a brutal fight with a vindicator. Strike after strike, kick after rage filled kick, the two were an excellent match, but Mathias took the lead when the other stallion let himself be tripped by the rubble. With that, Mathias wailed down on him, finally rearing and slamming down with much of his weight. After doing this, a pained and gargling moan rang out through the chaos which froze the big draft in place. Blood covered his hooves and matted his mane, it stained his white patches of fur like ink, had he gone too far? No, the stallion he fought was alive, if not unconscious, then who had- Mathias' green eyes spot the Lord Kanu through the smoke, his eyes wild and a grin on his face as he let the lifeless Vagabond slide from his sharp horn. He didn't know how to react, killing these horses wasn't the way, Aodhians are civilized at least to the point where you don't just kill for the fun of it. Yet another noble Mathias held no respect for.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Jan 27, 2016 21:58:44 GMT -6
It wasn’t that Ron did not want to help - no, that was far from the case - Ron knew that could not let Valore fall into the clutch of the vindicators, but in his current state he was essentially useless for fighting. It was vital that he got himself under control if he was going to be of any use in helping against the vindicators.
“ISADOR!” He made a move to help the adviser, to help him against the slave that had attacked him, but then a massive brute of a pitfighter came charging in. Damn, she was huge, and she scared him. He stumbled over his own feet and dogged the slave that the brute had ripped off of Isador. Holy shit. Well, the adviser seemed to have all the help that he needed.
Ron quickly spun around and ran, blindly running through the sea of fighting bodies. He was scared, his mind still in panic mode. It was difficult discerning between who was friend and who was foe, but it was something Ron was hardly given any time to consider. Let it be known that he had no intentions of going berserk on these intruders, but he had to do something to stop them. He called upon his previous chevalier training to help as he attempted to help him. Now, a plan was forming in the noble’s mind. Although it was certainly a risk, corralling the vindicators seemed like the best option to him. Whether it was towards the breach or towards a holding area.
With all the strength that he could muster up, he barreled into the nearest equine. They stumbled and then reared, his horn pierced through the underside of their left leg. Unable to rip his horn out of the other equine in enough time, Ron was yanked down with them. Their pain-filled scream pierced his ears. He cried out as well as he tried to free himself from the other. His mobility was..slightly inhibited, and he struggled, kicking his legs out in a vain attempt to push the other off of himself. An then one of the other equine’s hooves slammed into his upper jaw. Although momentarily stunned with the pain of the impact, Ron was able to gather himself quickly enough to give a violent shove and ripped his horn out from the other equine’s leg.
Once the two of them were separated, Ron scrambled back up onto his feet, his mind sent reeling once more. The other equine was down, not dead, but down. They wouldn’t be much of a threat with that injury.
He paused for a moment to try and spot the others. He could still see Isador, and the pitfighter (who appeared to be furiously seething). He could not see the others, though he had sworn he saw a glimpse of Kanu going berserk near the breach.
“Try to corral them! If we can get them all in one place they will be easier to control!” He called out at the top of his lungs. Hopefully they would listen.
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Post by Jennycallie on Feb 1, 2016 20:36:34 GMT -6
Isador | Adviser
10 seconds, 10 heart beats.
More than enough time to shift rapidly from shock, to anger, to terror, to burning bloody embers this is not how I die, to terror again, and then once more to shock as the crushing, writhing weight of his opponent was suddenly just... gone, albeit in a spray of blood
Isador was suddenly looking through the shifting veil of smoke in to the blazing eyes of- Simeon. Simeon! With a suppressed groan, the grey adviser lurched to his hooves once more, freely bleeding from several long but shallow wounds. Bleeding, but alive. Ah, she had been such a good purchase!
"Thank you," he ground out, spitting dust out of his mouth. So unseemly, but in war, nothing was sacred. "Your assistance was more than timely. You will be rewarded." Ice blue eyes moved away, taking in the state of the fight once more. With Simeon hulking at his side, Isador felt his normal assurance reassert itself somewhat, and he spared a moment's energy to smooth his forelock with a flick of his mind- most of his braids had held, but he forelock had not.
The pit slaves seemed to have calmed, somewhat, but it was hard to tell through the smoke. It did not much matter; chaos still reigned. Within heart beats, Isador had regained his plan.
"Simeon, Evalyn- with me. We must contain the breach. Ron-" and Isador raised his voice to carry, "Ron, Mathias and Lord Kanu, try to corral the vagabonds, subdue them by any means!"
Orders thus given, Isador pivoted smartly on his hindquarters, and leaped towards the breach, head held high, ivory tail streaming proudly behind him. The fires of Aodh, of Eithne, of Ignacio Himself burned within Isador, and he was up to the task; he had to be.
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Post by jodifarrow22 on Feb 2, 2016 3:56:43 GMT -6
Kanu | Noble Lord
His rage had over come him. He was exploding like a volcano, lava spitting from his mouth in the form of saliva and muscles bulging under his shiny, sweat drenched skin. His large body pivoted on his hooves, dug deeply into the sand of the arena. His eyes were like ice, piercing and narrow. Through the chaos that was his mind, he could hear Ron yelling to the others a plan, a plan to get the Vagabonds contained- or at least enough to control them and perhaps rid the city of a few. They needed to keep the Vagabonds from corrupting the slaves, from convincing them to leave their masters and become their own leader. Kanu valued his slaves immensely, and just the thought of these outcasts trying to pry them away from him made him furious.
Even though Kanu was pre-occupied with ramming his horn into major arteries and organs, he heard Isador's request and kicked himself into action. Ron and Mathais were nearby, luckily, and so Kanu swiftly landed himself in the middle of the in pour of Vagabonds, pushing them back with as much force as he could muster, jumping from left to right in an attempt to stand in their immediate way, and without a blink downing any who got past him.
"Ron, take the left! Mathais, the right!" He screamed, mouth spilling blood that was primarily not his own. His muscles were beginning to ache from the sheer amount of hefty blows they were taking, but he stood his ground and pushed on, hoping that if the three stallions stood at each angle, they'd be able to hold the Vagabonds in a whirlpool formation.
It'd take a lot, but Kanu bet that the motivation these now soldiers held would be enough to forgive any sins committed on this battle ground. It would be enough to push through any guilt and do what needed to be done to help the city. At least these were the thoughts running through Kanu's mind as he listed the appearances, the faces and expressions of those he'd killed or maimed. This would come back to haunt him, but he had no time to dwell upon it now, and no choice but to plow any who challenged him.
Word Count: 371
Post Count: #4
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Post by gone-astrayy on Feb 7, 2016 22:09:25 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
"We need to control that breach!"
“Try to corral them! If we can get them all in one place they will be easier to control!"
The voices she could pick out from the fighting were frenzied, and loud. Evalynn's ears twisted to and fro, trying to discern other voices from the almost deafening din that was the battlefield. She saw Kanu and Ron moving towards the hole to head off the vagabonds. As she was about to follow after them, she heard Isador call out, summoning her to his, and Simeon's side. They were to contain the breach. The blacksmith wasn't sure how the three of them were going to fair, the hole was a rather large one, but between her fire manipulation, and Simeon's fighting knowledge, and Isador's leadership, she had to trust that they could manage. Failure was not an option at this point.
Evalynn reared up, and pushed off with her hind legs, streaming herself not far behind Isador as he surged towards the breach. A stray vagabond was making her way past Evalynn, apparently not noticing her large frame. With a quick jerk, Evalynn rammed her shoulder into the mare's slighter frame, and snapped her teeth mere inches from the vagabonds face, watching as her teeth successfully sparked a nice sized electric volt, zapping the mare. With a pained whinny, the mare turned, and headed back, straight to where Kanu and the others were going to corral the intruders.
As Evalynn watched the mare get caught in the crowd, she noticed Kanu, his horn and face smeared with blood- a rather alarming amount. Praying it wasn't from him, she turned and continued her path towards the breach. She couldn't stop to see if everyone was okay, but she was still worried sick. She could check on everyone else once her task was finished.
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Post by Queerly on Feb 17, 2016 2:32:15 GMT -6
Well. Well. This was just a fantastic little shitshow, wasn't it?
One stallion had committed an abrupt heel-face-turn at the very sight of her, and the other seemed to be losing his goddamn mind to some... some flavor of mental illness, evidently. Simeon realized that things were going to get worse before they got better. So much worse. "I." She began, and as she spoke she raised a hind leg and kicked out, punting a Vindicator's legs out from under him. The crack was more than a little satisfying. "Think it best that you leave that job to the Chevaliers."
They were nobles, after all. Nobles that seemed to be getting a fair number of lucky shots, but how long could they keep up the pace? Luck ran out, especially when you put yourself between a pitfighter and freedom. Isador might have made a satisfying smear on the floor, but Eila's safety relied on his.
So when he turned and fucked right off to do as he pleased, well, Simeon made a face that reflected severe constipation. "OI-"
Well. Gods. Simeon had no choice but to follow him, barreling through the dust and smoke, her eyes trained on the silvery flash of his tail. Nearly she lost him, vision obscured by entangled bodies, and in those moments she lowered her head and swung, relieving the horses of their unfortunate placement.
They reached the breach. "This is stupid." She told her Isador, that sour expression still adorning her face. Nonetheless, she stood with him, and prayed that their enemies would swiftly tap out.
Then she caught sight of Dinah, of the Paladin, two seconds before she melted out of existence.
Well fuck.
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Post by Jennycallie on Feb 17, 2016 3:44:21 GMT -6
 Checkpoint #2: Your group has had some success at subduing the chaos... well, a little, maybe. But word is quickly spreading that the Paladin herself and an elite team of Vindicators has just spilled in to the arena, and the rest of the vagabonds have resumed fighting with renewed vigor! Don't lose control of the situation- and don't let the Paladin escape!Note: It is suggested that the Vindicator's pair up against the Aodhian's to keep the rp dynamic, but you're free to fight (and control) NPCs if you'd rather. |
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Post by Jennycallie on Feb 17, 2016 3:51:25 GMT -6
Cross-posting Dinah's last post here so that everyone's on the same page!
Dinah | Paladin
Another explosion rumbled from somewhere deep within the structure. Dinah slowed for a moment, hooves sliding on the sand floor. She did not have the blessing of tremor sense, but she found she did not need it as the floor, the walls, the ceiling were all visibly, viscerally vibrating.
"We have to-" her words, however, were lost, swallowed in to the all encompassing chaos of stone grinding against stone as the corridor behind them began to collapse. Quickly.
Hells. Well, forward it was, then. But even as the thought floated through her, Dinah caught, in the bend ahead, a flash of purest cremello and wings, then it was gone. Could it have been him-
She slowed again, looking over her withers to shout to her team. This sudden pause, this twist of her head, was all that saved the Paladin's life as with a protesting crack, a section of the ceiling half as large as Dinah herself plummeted within a hair's breadth of her front hooves. Before Dinah could act, more rocks began to fall. The tunnel was collapsing.
The moment seemed to slow, stretch, taking on a gelid, languid sort of quality that Dinah would remember in the days to come. It was one of those bright, surreal sort of experiences that resonate within the body, in the absence of heart beat, of breath. For Dinah knew, knew in this moment that there was only one option now available to her team, yet considering it in that infinite space between heartbeats, Dinah felt despair wash her body, a numbing sensation that started in her hooves and surged upwards, suffusing her cheeks, her lips, her eyes.
For the only way out... was in to the Pit itself.
One heartbeat, one infinite moment. Then she was back.
"MOVE!" Dinah screamed as the rubble continued to fall. Even as the words were torn from her lips, a chasm split the floor in front of her and the appaloosa leaped, surging towards the exit, towards safety. Towards her past.
Emerging in a billowing, acrid cloud of dust, soot and blood, Dinah's hooves once more dug in to the Crucible's sand, the walls casting familiar shadows across her pelt as they had so often in her past, and her dreams.
She allowed herself one moment, one heartbeat in which to close her eyes and process this. Then citrine eyes had slid open once more as the weak, unworthy emotions were mercilessly squashed.
It was a scene of chaos, that they had emerged to. Dinah took in the sights rapidly, as best she could in the smoggy, magic-strewn air. The Monarch's Box was empty, good, at least they knew.
"We need to get out of here and fast," she said to her team. There was nothing waiting in this pit for them but violence and death, or worse-capture and slavery. "That breach in the wall is our way out but-" Dinah broke off. She was going to point out the obvious, that the breach was being defended by a grey stallion she knew had to be the Adviser Isador. But her attention was caught instead by a vicious scream, and Dinah looked out across the sand to see a large dark Noble going berserk, slashing and mutilating any fleeing slave, any vagabond, that he could find. Dinah saw red, rage surging up in her chest with an alacrity that left her breathless.
But they had- they had to find the King, there was still time-
No. There wasn't. Dinah finally faced the fact that they had failed; events had gotten out of control and they had lost their window. There would be hell to pay, later- but first they had to get out. But maybe, on the way...
"Abort mission," she shouted to her team, ears flat. "New objective; escape and regroup. If opportunity arises to take our original target we will, but as of now our new objective is to escape." She paused, then added, "This is a controlled retreat. I repeat, this is a controlled retreat." She allowed a small twist to her lips. Then she leaped in to motion, trusting her team to assume the roles they felt would suit them best. For her part, Dinah intended to take down the unicorn Noble that was slaughtering her Vindicators. She faded in to invisibility.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Feb 17, 2016 6:38:19 GMT -6
Little Bird | Vagabond | Vindicator
Little Bird froze at the grinding sound of the rock around them. Thousands of pounds of rubble began to churn, falling into the tunnels that they were in. When she was finally able to force her legs into motion, she took off as quickly as she could after the Paladin, glancing behind her to make sure that everyone else was following as well. This was a disaster. The Crucible was falling apart around them, and they still hadn't seen the king.
An exit laid ahead of them: the entrance into the Pit. The roan mare leaped over the large crack that formed in the floor ahead of them and followed the Paladin out into the Pit where an scene of utter chaos awaited them. Blood and violence churned with every movement that she saw. One stallion in particular looked as though he had completely lost his mind, biting and slobbering over everything. She recognized him as someone she had met before when she had sneaked her way into Aodh before. My oh my had he seemed to change. From a drunk to a blood-thirsty lunatic. One that was hurting her Vindicator brethren.
Little Bird grimaced at the sight. There was no easy escape from this. She could easily take to the sky, but to leave her comrades was out of the question. From the looks of things in here, they weren't getting out of this without a fight. Her ears flattened at the shouted command of the Paladin. They had failed their mission... but that didn't mean that they had to give up. "Roger that." She said over the screaming and crying around them. Her brown eyes took in the scene, trying to determine where she would be most useful.
As Dinah disappeared and headed toward the crazed stallion, Little Bird surged forward toward the fighting. If they weren't going to be able capture the king, she was going to make damn sure these Aodhians paid for this and the other atrocities they had committed.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Feb 18, 2016 11:43:12 GMT -6
In an instant, the relative quiet of the corridor exploded around Ithran's ears. He leapt to the side, nearly knocking into Godric, to avoid more falling debris as the walls began to cave in behind them. To his side the wall fell outwards, exposing them to the pitched battle taking place in the Pit itself.
Ithran swore loudly.
This... was bad. There was no way they could push through the wall of rubble in front of them, and the corridor was solidly blocked behind as well. They didn't have time to wait, not now that their escape had been cut off. The Paladin shouted orders, to escape and regroup, then... then what? Controlled retreat didn't sound good. Ithran realized he was panicking, analyzing the situation without reacting. Pretty much the number one thing to NOT DO when surrounded by horses who wanted to kill you. He made a quick decision, scrambling over the pile of rubble to following Little Bird and Dinah into the heart of the Crucible, praying he could make it out and do some good without really hurting his leg.
Around him the shouts and screams of fighting horses seemed so much louder. He shook his head and glanced around, blinded by the suddenness of the sunlight after the dim, smokey corridors. The battle that raged around him was a mass of chaos, dust shrouding dark forms and... Dinah vanished.
That's just not fair. Ithran grimaced and glanced to the side to see a tall champagne mare staring at the place where the Paladin had just been. Had she seen the Paladin disappear? Best to distract her quickly if she had.
A straight-up attack wouldn't work, not with a mare taller than he was and built like a pit fighter. His injury was really going to make things difficult. How did you distract a horse without fighting them, in a place specifically designed for horses to fight, while a fight was going on? He decided to save the thinking for later and galloped over.
"Oh, thank goodness! You must do something! You wouldn't believe how awful it was, the corridor fell in and I was trapped with that bunch of mangey, vile creatures! They were... they planned this, they want to free the pit slaves!" He stared around, suddenly wide-eyed and shaking. "What... How... But this is Valore! This isn't supposed to happen!"
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 18, 2016 16:53:30 GMT -6
Godric | Vindicator
Godric could only gasp as he watched their paladin turn, face twisted with determination as the ground shook once more and rocks fell from the ceiling, the Paladins life saved by a fraction of space. He felt his world slow, his mind reeling as Dinah shouted, flying past as the corridor continued to collapse. The shove from Ithran was all that brought him back, rearing and following the others down the hall.
with a cloud of dust following, Godric burst out of the dim corridor, stumbling slightly as he skidded to a stop on the sandy terrain. A gasp ripped from his throat as memories jarred his mind.
He was a child. A brown coat flitted by, his gaze desperately following through the smoke. Mother? A intimidating stallion with jet black hair reared, teeth bared. Father? He remembered the sound, the explosion, the cheer of the audience as horse faught horse, teeth bared and hooves sharp. He watched his father fight, blood smearing his coat, his mother shivering beside him. There was blood, too much blood! His father, down on one knee, the crowd cheering loude-
Then he was knocked clear off his feet, air torn from his lungs as he landed with a thud, raising his head weakly to look at his assailant. With a grunt, Godric struggled to his feet, nostrils flared as the horse ran off. He shook his head and looked around for the other vindicators, his eyes landing near the breach in the great wall and the bodies that lay scattered around the crucible. With vile rage in his heart, Godric flattened his ears, charging into the brawl. It wasn't long before he found a target, shoulder colliding into a bay unicorn and knocking into him as hard as he could. Godric skidded to a stop and turned to face the unicorn, eyebrows furrowed as he watched his assailant. He seemed oddly familiar...perhaps a noble from his days of youth.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Feb 18, 2016 22:16:59 GMT -6
Corralling the intruders was easier said than done.
Ron had all the intention of doing, determined to do his part in protecting Valore. Isador had said to subdue them by any means possible. Killing them, in Ron’s mind, was a last resort - a thought which the others clearly did not seem to share. He looked to the breach, where he spotted Kanu. He hardly recognized the fellow noble as he tore through the attackers, a gleam of madness in his eyes. He pitied those who dared crossed Kanu’s path.
All around them the Crucible was crumbling. Ron did not even want to begin to think about how much damage that alone would bring Aodh. It would take months to rebuild, possibly even years! Oh, and to make up for the loss of slaves! Without a doubt, this would bring a huge debt to the herd.
There was delay in Ron’s reaction to join Kanu and Mathias at the breach. His surroundings were beginning to feel distorted, like a horrible dream, and he felt panic creeping back up on him. But his body moved, his legs stretched forward in strides, and he saw himself getting closer to the others.
Newcomers had come into the arena, and in his haze Ron had not noticed them, until one had barreled right into him and knocked him off of his path.
He stumbled, skidded, and then landed on his knees. He pushed himself back up and whipped around, his eyes locking on the his assailant. His breathing was harsh. A vindicator, obviously, what else would this stallion be?
“You fools would be wise to stop this attack. You will achieve nothing. Look around you...so many of your fellow vindicators dead, and you could very well be joining them.” He made a gesture to the bodies surrounding them.
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Post by jodifarrow22 on Feb 19, 2016 2:44:26 GMT -6
Kanu | Noble Lord
Just as Kanu thought the Aodhians were making progress, it seemed a whole new wave of Vagabonds had swarmed into the arena, instilling a determination in the violent attackers that were left. Kanu, spitting blood every few minutes, narrowed his eyes, looking as best as he could at the new faces. He didn't do well to remember any of them, for he was far too occupied keeping the small herd of outsiders bundled up and helpless. It seemed that the group who'd just arrived were here for blood, for revenge. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a dark spotted mare, but it was only for a second before she disappeared into the bustle of bodies. Kanu pinned his ears, noticing many of the Vagabonds had their gaze upon him. All he saw was red, blood and death. He was gone. He'd been in this mental zone for too long, and now it would be harder then ever for him to slip out of it. How foolish he was to have said yes to helping Isador.
Feeling his heart race, and the furious eyes of the Vagabonds on him, he drove his horn through another poor soul, one who dared charge at him and try to break free. Without a second thought about it he threw the horse over his head. There was no difference to him between friend and foe. With that thought in mind, or, more like with no thought in mind, he felt someone blatantly run into his side. As an instant reaction he lunged toward the figure and mauled them, horn piercing their heart. He could physically feel his victims body shutting down and growing limp upon his blood stained horn. He pulled away, head flinging upward to find that the horse he'd just killed was not a horse at all, but a foal. A young child, probably around 10 years old. Kanu, for a moment, for just a split second, felt guilty. Every single bit of emotion he'd lost at the start of this war had flooded back into his body, and he was tempted to drive his horn through his own heart. But, as soon as that wave of remorse had entered his mind, it was gone as he felt a Vagabond bite into his rump, splitting open scars that had healed long ago.
Now, he flung around and bit the stallion, teeth clamping down on his withers. He reared up and kicked the stallion with his front hooves, pushing him to the ground. With forelock glued to his face by blood, he noticed a mare, a Vindicator whom he'd met before. He couldn't remember anything about her other than the fact that she hadn't paid for trying to steal those slaves all those years ago. Well, now was her chance to pay up, and Kanu would make sure she did. She was engaged in battle, wings flailing about every which way. He would have to wait for the opportune moment to strike, for she could fly and that would pose difficult to work with. He abandoned his post at the now scarce group of living vagabonds he'd been containing, and made his way around the mare, ferociously stabbing anyone who bumped into him. He wasn't even stabbing to kill anymore, it was as though his horn had a mind of it's own, and he was simply trying to help his city.
Now seemed the perfect time to attack the roan mare, and with a slight grunt, he leaped off his hooves and aimed his teeth straight at her underbelly.
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Post Count: #5
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Feb 19, 2016 6:57:14 GMT -6
Little Bird | Vagabond | Vindicator
It was all becoming a blur. Kick, bite, kick again. The heat of battle was all around her, and she could see the bodies of Aodh and Vagabonds alike fall around her. Her struck out at a particularly large stallion as he tried to bite at her neck, knocking him in the head with a sharp hoof but only hard enough to to knock him unconscious. Killing, even in this situation, wasn't something that she wanted to do, but if she had to in order to survive, she supposed she wouldn't have another choice. She had to make it back to Diony after all of this. Whether she came back bandaged up and wounded was still debatable.
As she was distracted by her attackers, she hardly noticed the blood bath that was being created by the unicorn Noble as he steadily made his way toward her. It wasn't until she felt a strong bite to her vulnerable underbelly that her brown eyes turned to see the dark stallion latched onto her. His face and horn were covered in the blood of the dozens he had probably already killed, and she wondered why the hell the king didn't have him as some sort of assassin or something with how okay he was with killing. Little Bird shook away those thoughts, whinnying out a call of surprise. She smacked him as hard as she could with her wing, kicking and bucking frantically until she felt his teeth finally give away. Blood developed and dripped onto the already bloody ground from her new wound, but she didn't even wince at the growing pain. With her attacker unattached, Little Bird flapped her wings just hard enough to carry her a short distance away, giving her the opportunity to square up to the Noble for what was probably going to be a fight for her life. 'I promise Dio. I'll make it home.' She thought to herself as she stared at the Noble with a cold-hearted stare. "Well, you've changed a lot since the last I saw you. Does the king have you as some sort of brain-washed killer or something? I thought you were all about 'family' and 'kinship'." The roan mare questioned, studying him carefully for any weak spots or places where he might be vulnerable. If she could just get past that cursed horn, then maybe, she could stand a chance. Or maybe if she could distract him long enough, then maybe she could get some help from her fellow Vindicators. Time for some monologuing. "Where is your 'family'? Safe and sound I hope? We didn't come here to hurt anyone. We came here to make a difference... to help those slaves that aren't treated like you said you treat yours. To give them a choice whether they'd like to stay or go back to wherever they might have come from. Believe it or not, not everyone is as well off as you, and a lot of slaves are treated like they are animals. We're not trying to break up your merry, little family. We are just trying to help the beaten, suffering horses that some are too blind to notice." Little Bird talked loudly and clearly in order to be heard over the fighting around them, and she occasionally glanced around her in her speech to see if she could catch the attention of anyone in her group. Where the hell was everyone?
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Feb 19, 2016 7:29:39 GMT -6
Freya|Vindicator
Everything happened in a flash, the crucible was collapsing and the group was stuck at a dead end. Dinah barked orders at them calling for a 'controlled retreat' Freya's heart skipped a beat, her elite team had failed and the king had escaped.. this time. She watched in horror as they all dashed into the pit avoiding being crushed by the falling rubble, The bloodshed was endless. Aodhians, Vagabonds, didn't matter anymore as their bodies were strewn across the ground like ragdolls. How would we make it out alive the Chevaliers had the area surrounded and already one of the team was injured.
But then Dinah vanished and without a thought Freya went to work going after the guards and trying to protect the other Vagabonds and trying to free some slaves at the same time. But before long she was getting battered just like everyone else, luckily she was able to keep tabs on the rough area where her teammates were.
After finishing her current objective of knocking out one of the chevaliers trying to corner some slaves, Right after Freya heard an alarming whinny from her closest friend, that's all it took to send her into a rage. She studied the assailant as she ran to Birdies aid, The look this stallion had in his eye frightened her, his blood soaked horn and scarred body didn't make her flinch but the madness she saw inside of him was proof that the carnage he caused was without remorse and possibly with a sense of enjoyment. She now feared for both her life and Bird's, though bird seemed to know this stallion.. could it be? "HEY SHITFACE" Freya bleated, as she approached the distracted stallion she bucked as hard as she could sending him into the dirt to buy her and Birdie some time. She then eyed up her bite, "That looks bad! Are you okay??"
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