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Post by Silverfallingstar on Jan 30, 2016 21:04:37 GMT -6
"We have time! She's almost out and we can't just leave her!" she yelled back to the adviser. Was he really so callous that he'd just leave a herdmate behind like this? She snorted and picked up another rock.
Then the ground started shaking, or was it the ceiling? Moonrise looked up just in time to see rubble come falling from the ceiling right at her.
crap
The next moments were a blur as she attempted to escape, had her path blocked by a large chunk of stone, followed by many more bits of rubble falling rapidly around her and one of the others, trapping the two of them just like it had trapped Ara. Everything became deathly still as Moon's eyes locked with her trapped companion, opening her mouth to say something when...
crack
Splits started appearing in the ground from the combined weight of stone and horse it was never built to handle. With a loud rumble Moon's grip on solid ground disappeared, and she found herself plummeting down through empty space with a loud scream. Which was cut short by her slamming into the ground of the pit tunnels below. She shut her eyes and pinned her ears back as she let the rest of the collapsing rubble settle, feeling a few pieces hit her body.
When the dust settled, the blacksmith heaved herself to her hooves, coughing as she attempted to see through the dim light. She shook herself down, removing the rock dust from her pelt as she searched around for her scarf. When she felt the fabric she gently tugged on it to remove it from the rubble, gently wrapping it back around her neck and attempting to look around in the darkness.
"Ange? Araphine? Are you two ok?"
She called out to the two horses who had fallen down with her, narrowing her eyes to try and see their shapes in the gloom.
[Post 5 WC: 320]
(+15 Favor, +10 AP, +10 CS to Moonrise!)
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Post by amelthea on Jan 31, 2016 20:06:02 GMT -6
Ange | Artisan
Ange nodded as given an order by the black mare, raising her eyebrows at Azazel. He surely couldn't be happy about the leader change. With his expression, it would seem she had guessed right. He didn't seem used to getting order by those lower than him.
Her eyes widened as the adviser implied they leave the trapped mare, "We can't just leave her! She could be stuck there for awhile before anyone else comes along!" She protested, looking back at the pile of rocks holding the mare captive. If they didn't get her out now-
Her thoughts were left unfinished as yells and loud cracks filled her ears. Her body was pushed back as the falling ceiling engulfed her. Panic settled over her, her body struggling to find loose rocks, needing to get out.
A scream escaped her mouth as the floor gave away, her heart beating frantically. Ange hit the ground with a groan. Standing up on wobbly legs, light orbs appeared near the small arabian, filling the underground with light. She heard Moon's yell from nearby, she wasn't alone, "I'm over here, I'll come towards you!" Ange yelled back, slowly moving towards the voice of her fallen companion.
She eventually found the black mare, finding comfort in being with someone else. Her tail flicked with unease as she looked around tunnels, how were they supposed to get out!? Oh gods what if they were stuck down her forever... "So.. what do we do now?" Ange asked, looking up at Moonrise. She was at least thankful she wasn't down here alone, otherwise, she would probably go mad.
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twilightmustang
Nebula
My love it kills me slowly, slowly I could die.
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Post by twilightmustang on Feb 1, 2016 22:24:12 GMT -6
Guinevere | Artisan | Post 5 | WC: 246
The angry crack of stone muted Guinevere’s swears as she lunged towards the Zebroid, teeth bared.
Little did she know that her mal-intent saved her from being crushed, as the whining of the rock above became deafening. Suddenly what sounded like a another explosion- dust clouded her vision and she lost her target.
Was the entire Crucible caving in?
The small mare whipped around madly to see what new catastrophe had befallen them and the utter shock of seeing those great pieces of stone piled on top of Araphine’s catacomb knocked the fire out of her. She glanced back behind her to see the two Chimeras and the tail of the Fjord as he darted to safety. Ange and Moonrise were nowhere in sight.
When the debris had settled she could have sworn she heard a triage of voices speaking anxiously in the sepulcher. A wave of nausea rushed over Gwen and she inched closer to the crypt.
All three mares were now trapped.
Gods be good, she cursed silently, I know not which is worse! Being buried down their or being stuck above ground with this gaudy excuse for a slave-driver.
She rolled her tealy eyes and turned around to face the small man.
“Leave. We have no use for you here. If you don’t value their lives you’ll only endanger us further.” Gwen said sharply.
She flipped her thick mane melodramatically before calling down gently to the entombed.
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Post by Aerased on Feb 2, 2016 0:24:26 GMT -6
Araphine | Worker | Post 5 | WC: 398
Araphine listened with growing relief as Moonrise began barking orders. She nodded to no one in particular, as she knew no one could see her, biting her lip as the process of extracting her from her stone prison began. She heard nothing ominous for the first few moments, though the sounds of the stones they moved hitting the ground did startle her at first. She paced nervously in her small space, her ears flat with both fear and concentration as she awaited her fate.
One ear perked as she heard Azazel, who had been mostly silent until now. His suggestion to leave her lit a fire in her eyes, and snorted angrily. "You son of a BITCH!" She roared, ears flat against her head as she lashed out in the general direction she assumed the Adviser was standing. "How DARE you call yourself an Adviser! You have no right, to flaunt that title in our faces and then suggest that you leave an Aodhian behind! We are forged by fire, we are Ignacio's flames, and we do not turn our backs on one another!" She bellowed, slamming her hoof into the ground for emphasis.
Suddenly, she felt the ground beneath her begin to tremble, and her anger fizzled out, only to be replaced again by fear. For a moment she was free, the stone that had imprisoned her shaken to the ground by the quake. She saw Azazel and Einar diving for cover, and she saw Moonrise and Ange for a split second before the ground beneath her gave way. She felt the weightless sensation of falling for a brief moment before the ground rushed up to meet her, the air in her lungs rushing to escape as she collided with the ground.
She lay there, dazed, and waited for the dust to settle. Everything around her was dark, save for the few beams of light streaming down from the holes in the ground above them. When her eyes adjusted, she found she could still see nothing; vague shapes in the gloom, which she assumed to be her companions, were all she could see. She stood shakily, ignoring the stinging sensation on her forelegs. "Moon?" She called, squinting her eyes. "I'm fine." She took a tentative step towards her companion's disembodied voice, side-stepping rubble and kicking small rocks out of her way.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Feb 2, 2016 7:47:25 GMT -6
The black mare shied away from the sudden light from Ange's blessing at first, her eyes hadn't adjusted to the light. However once she could see properly, she looked down at Ange in response to her question.
"Well, I dunno. I guess we have to find a way out of here..." she trailed off as she heard Araphine. "Over here, Ange has light manipulation, we'll be able to see!" she called out to the mare, before looking up, barely able to make out Gwen's silhouette from where she was in the upper level.
"We're fine, aside from being a little shaken from the fall. We're in the tunnels, did Brutus ever talk about how the tunnels were laid out to you Gwen? We could find our way out and meet up with you three later."
She hoped that Brutus had discussed it, or mentioned it a little bit. They could probably find their way out if she didn't know, but it would help, if someone knew their way around. She looked around, examining the areas that were illuminated by Ange's blessing. Perhaps they could find a path out that wouldn't be at risk of collapsing in on top of them.
Which was a long shot, but a good hope to say the least.
[Post 6 WC 213]
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 3, 2016 18:28:13 GMT -6
 Even with the Crucible crumbling around him, Azazel couldn’t help but bark a mirthless laugh. The artisan speaking with such disrespect was one thing, but the common whore? Her profession suited her, he supposed, for her asinine mouth was better filled than left to flap. There was no time to properly berate her, though, for before he could reply the floor had given way, and two more horses had been lost to the void. Azazel withheld a curse. That was why he’d told them there wasn’t any time. How could these vapid fools fail to predict this outcome? More bleeding hearts than common sense? The zorse snorted, and turned away from the floor’s gaping maw. The smoke, the ash, it stung his lungs and dried his eyes. The Crucible was undeniably coming down, and he would not be trapped beneath its stone and mortar. If those that followed him did not value their lives, he would not do it for them, and thus into the curling plumes of smoke he vanished. But. ‘Keep them safe.’ Isador had said. The zorse pinned his ears against the memory of his promise, an indecisive sneer upon his lips. It was suicide to remain within the structure. Certain death. Yet- Azazel flicked his head to the right, catching between his teeth one of those long, luxurious tapestries lining the Crucible’s hallways. He pulled it from its rods, and the sturdy textile held together. Aodhian artisans didn’t make flimsy tapestries, after all. With the cloth in his mouth, the Adviser returned to the makeshift pit the mares were trapped within. With a jerk of his chin, he sent one end of the cloth tumbling into the hole. “Line up behind me,” He commanded, one gilded hoof holding the tapestry in place, “and get ready to pull on my signal.”He turned his attention to the void, then. “We’ll pull you up one at a time. I suggest you hold on tightly.”
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twilightmustang
Nebula
My love it kills me slowly, slowly I could die.
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Post by twilightmustang on Feb 3, 2016 23:46:33 GMT -6
Guinevere | Artisan | Post 6 | WC: 225
“Brutus has…grunted briefly about the tunnels before, but I can’t promise I’ll be able to piece his complaints together well enough to give you an idea of a safe route to take…” Guinevere deliberated, biting her lip as she tried to conjure up a functional mental image of the Crucible’s tunnel system.
“Perhaps is you head…left…yes, left you’ll see-” Gwen cut herself off as a tapestry came billowing off the wall, and watched with great perplexity as Azazel plunged the art into the cavity.
The mare narrowed her eyes suspiciously as Azazel promptly announced his plan of action, and was even more perturbed when she found it to be both efficient and resourceful.
She struggled, however, to suppress a rather exaggerated gag at the thought of having to touch the Advisor, and decided against it only because she did not want to come off as theatrical and childish.
Instead, Gwen stepped up behind him without saying a word and readied herself to haul a great weight. They must get the three mares above ground and they must do it quickly. It was more than likely that the tunnels had collapsed- that being the best-case scenario, for if they had not they were sure to be infested with the remnants of the perpetrators rogue mission.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Feb 4, 2016 17:59:10 GMT -6
Albella | ArtisanAlbella picked through the rubble bit by bit, doing her best to ignore the quarreling around her. By this point she could care less if someone ran, they'd be held as a coward in her eyes, but what would that amount to. All regard for her own safety had been thrown out a window somewhere. Ceiling, watch out!The chimera turned about 45 degrees at the grating voice, why was her familiar still here? A crack stopped her shocked pondering. Bits of rock fell from the ceiling and she scrambled backward, ending up flat on her rump some distance away from the gaping hole. The bird had returned to the safety of her back as she stood up. Taking a few shaky steps toward the hole, Albella craned her neck, but still couldn't see into the hole. “Line up behind me,”The cloth had floated down in such a casual way that she paid no attention to it. Not until she heard the adviser's plan. She walked past the zorse, taking a spot behind him along the tapestry. A deep sigh exited her bloodied nostrils as she attempted to wind a section as close to her elbow as possible. No time for a grudge match, they had to work quickly this time.
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(Fifth post)
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Post by amelthea on Feb 4, 2016 19:46:27 GMT -6
Ange | Artisan
Ange looked around the dark tunnels, looking for means of escape as Moon tried talking with Gwen. Only left and right, and the holes in the floor above. Well the slaves walking down here, so it was simple enough the should go towards the Crucible. Her mouth was about to voice her idea when something fell in one of the nearby holes. Her heart stopped thinking it was another horse..
It happened to not be a horse. Her ears caught the adviser's words from above, they were going to be pulled up. Well if that was they had.. She turned her attention back to the mares beside her.
"I can go last, leaving you two in the dark wouldn't be very polite. Since Araphine has been trapped the longest, maybe she should go first? It would only be polite." Ange said, motioning towards whatever had been lowered. What was it, some fabric? Ah she wasn't going to look, she had a duty to stand her like a horse lamp.
Whatever it meant if everyone got out safely.
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Post by kajejackson on Feb 4, 2016 23:11:58 GMT -6
The young fjord approached the gaping whole carefully, peeking through the airborne dust to the horses below. Grateful no one had been seriously injured yet, he raised his yellow head, trying to spot anything of use to them. It was then he noticed the disgruntled zorse pulling the flowing fabric off the wall. Still furious at the noble, it took Einar a moment to realize what exactly he was doing.
He found himself prickling immediately as the chimera gave the order. Feeling any authority he'd had was no longer valid. However, he couldn't argue with the plan. Swallowing his pride, he lined up after Gwen and Albella, right at the end of the red cloth and gripped it snugly between his teeth.
"Alright guys," he called to those below out of the side of his mouth, "we're ready up here!" As he spoke, he braced his short legs against the fragile floor, trying to focus all his energy on the task at hand. He refused to let him think any further, to plot out their grand escape, or where he'd go as soon as this was over, none of it. If the day had taught him anything, plans were as useless and a fifth leg.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Feb 5, 2016 9:46:18 GMT -6
Moon listened intently to Gwen's words, before the billowing down of a scarlet tapestry caught her attention. Apparently the adviser who had been so keen on leaving Araphine for dead had changed his tune. Well, things happen as they do, might as well just run with it. The dark mare approached the cloth, examining it. Yes this should do to pull them all up without tearing. She looked back at Ange.
"Of course! Araphine deserves to be the first to go up. Are you sure you wish to go last Ange? I'm find being in the dark for a few minutes and go up last."
She flicked an ear. Being in the dark wasn't such a big deal, and honestly, the one thing she had thought but hadn't said is that if something else happened and Ange got trapped while she got pulled up, Moon would prefer to let her be safe first. The blacksmith knew she could handle more rubble, but she wasn't sure Ange's light looking frame could. She would rather sacrifice herself really, if it meant the others got out safe.
Course she wanted to live just as much as the others, but still, needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, right?
[Post 7: WC 208]
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Post by Aerased on Feb 16, 2016 1:48:39 GMT -6
Araphine | Worker | Post 6 | WC: 200
Ange's orbs lit up the darkness, and Araphine squinted against the sudden brightness. As her eyes adjusted, she felt calmed by their presence. She zoned out as the discussed their escape plan - something about tunnels? -, her mind wandering. They were going to die down here. Suffocated beneath tons of stone, flattened against the cold ground like equine pancakes. The sudden flash of color in the gloom snapped her out of her wandering, and she glanced up through the hole they'd fallen through. Her eyes found Azazel, peering into their pit, and she scoffed.
He's delusional if he thinks I'm thanking him for this. She thought bitterly, but she nodded nonetheless. She glanced at her companions when they nominated her to go first, and couldn't help but laugh. "Thank you, girls." She said, giddy with the knowledge that they may survive. She approached the cloth, suddenly questioning its weight capacity... no. There was no time for second-guessing.
With a shaky sigh, the maneless mare wound the cloth around herself and glanced up at her saviors. "I suppose I'm as ready as I'll ever be!" She called, taking the end of the tapestry in her mouth.
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 17, 2016 16:34:52 GMT -6
The stallion grunted impatiently as the others begrudgingly lined up behind him. Fools, all of them. Not a single one of them understood that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one. They'd all gotten themselves into this mess, and once again, it was up to him to dig everyone out and get them to safety. He'd done nothing, said nothing to deserve their animosity. He'd never even suggested they leave the mare, only thought it. Perhaps the emotion, the desire had shown on his face, to be seen and understood… sloppy, if so. He would have to do better- they all would. Aodh needed them to be better. Irritation flared in his chest again and he beat it down only with difficulty. It was one thing to deal with insubordinate commoners in the mundane- quite another when it endangered their very city. Did these naive children of fire think that their glorious empire was built upon the foundations of friendship, of sentiment and other such emotional nonsense? Did they dare to imagine they would ever have had the luxury to be here, here, rubbing shoulders in comfort and leisure with Nobles like him if their warrior ancestors of Valore had implemented such approaches? They were the children of fire, and they didn’t even know what that meant, any more. If he managed to survive this endeavor (and that was by no means a guarantee with volatile, irrational peasants) then he would have his work cut out for him. Aodh needed a reminder of who it was, what it meant to be Ignacio’s chosen. But what was done, was done; no sense worrying about it now. Let them hate him for all he cared. He wasn't doing this, risking his life, for their gratitude, the gratitude of commoners. At least he'd accomplish what he'd set out to do and fulfill his promise to Isador, and by extension, Aodh. That was all that really mattered in the end. Araphine's voice wafted upwards, reaching the zorse's ears quickly, and he nodded in acknowledgement. "Alright, on my mark...PULL!" He hollered, grabbing the tapestry between his teeth and gripping it harder with his telekinesis. Pouring all his frustration and rage into the task at hoof, Azazel, with the help of the others, began hefting the mare out of the massive hole in the ground. [Post 6, Word Count: 399]
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Post by kajejackson on Feb 21, 2016 11:28:54 GMT -6
Gritting his teeth, Einar closed his eyes and started to pull, putting all his strength, all his emotions, everything into it. He focused on the current objective, -getting everyone to safety- while shooting down any stray thoughts pulling him elsewhere. A recurring one being what he'd do to that smug adviser if they ever survived this. He forced himself to push his anger aside, saving it for when their lives weren't in serious peril.
He could still hear the fighting persisting further in the crucible, still smell the sickening scent of blood and sweat. The dun could almost swear he heard hoof falls growing closer. Regardless of whither they were real, or simply distorted sounds his panicked brain perceived as threats, you couldn't deny the boost of adrenaline it gave him. Causing him to dig his hooves in harder, clench his teeth tighter, and pull so hard you could hear smaller strands snapping under the tension.
As the number of those trapped below started to shrink, the stallion felt his chest lighten. Feeling hope for perhaps the first time all day. Despite the ache building under most of his skin, the naive merchant started to believe that they could actually do this. That perhaps Ignacio was watching over them. -Even if he had taken most of the day off.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Feb 26, 2016 10:05:39 GMT -6
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~YAY TIME SKIP TO THEM ALL BEING FREE OF HOLE!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Moonrise gently readjusted her sash and looked around at the others. Now that they were out of that pit, they had the task of getting out without a further incident. The crucible was probably going to be just rubble on the ground if it continued to fall apart at this rate. At least, that's what she figured. Steeling her resolve the black mare looked over at Azazel again. "Do you think the path out is still clear?"
She asked, taking another quick glance down at the bottom of the hole where her, Ange, and Araphine had fallen only a few minutes ago. Faintly she thought she could still hear the sounds of battle raging on in the pit. She hoped her friends were still alive and ok, Moonrise wasn't sure what she'd do if she found out one of her friends died and she wasn't there to help protect them. Another deep exhale and inhale, then she looked back at the Zorze, ready to follow where he told them to go. This was going to be a long night. (Post 8: WC 179) (+1 AP for Moon) |
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 26, 2016 15:59:17 GMT -6
 Checkpoint 3//Despite your differences, You've managed to rescue your fallen herd mates. Quickly make it to the safety of the street outside the Crucible before another cave in threatens you all. Wrapping Up!Hey guys, this is just a heads up to let you know our plot is nearing it's end  You'll each get to post at least once more, maybe twice if time permits it. |
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Mar 6, 2016 20:34:35 GMT -6
Albella | ArtisanAlbella let the tapestry fall from her mouth and off her leg. Rather than tugging on it with her teeth, she used the leverage of her body weight and the strength of her haunch to aid in heaving up the mares. She flicked her eyes between the members in the rag tag group, making sure nobody was worse off than before. The chimera had deafened herself to the sounds of battle that rang through the halls trying to focus on what the others were saying. They had to get out and fast, but she had no idea of which way to go. Moonrise spoke before Albella could even think of the question. "Do you think the path out is still clear?"Albella turned her gaze to Azazel, waiting for his answer. Please say yes. Please let there be a way out of this mess. She thought of her parents and friends. She thought of the strong spirited mare who had long been the subject of her art work. That beautiful, silver, song bird of a horse she may never have the chance to hold in her eyes again. She found herself pleading to the zorse through desperate hazel and blue eyes. As much as she wanted the answer to be yes, the way is clear, Albella desired an honest answer above all else. (word count - 225)
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