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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Jul 8, 2017 21:10:10 GMT -6
FORGED IN HOPE
ft. thrutheocean's Ansgar and Sargeant-Knoxx's Synn.
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Bloody Flank-Clan Encampment | Sunset | Fall 1691
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The road to recovery had been grueling, and yet Synn had given every ounce of strength she found to her saviors- much to the chagrin of a certain unicorn medic. Since then herself and Ansgar, son of clan leader Gidal have grown close. The stallion had overseen much of her training and integration into their society after his younger brother Cormac stumbled across the scout's near lifeless body almost 6 months ago. In that same span of time the clan has been working tirelessly to prepare for the coming winter, much of the lumber, both cut and scavenged going towards the long anticipated reconstruction of one of the six smaller raiding vessels within the fleet. After long last- and just before the freeze no less- that day has come. With the vessel finished, the announcement that Ansgar was to be the ship's captain was made. It seemed that things were looking up, and with one more vessel on the sea, supplies would be coming in at an even greater abundance. With hope in their hearts, the clan decided that a small celebration of drink and merriment was to be had that evening.
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Jul 8, 2017 21:55:55 GMT -6
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The clan had been a buzz all day, and the anticipation- the hope- for the coming summer was near palpable on the cold sea-kissed air despite the very real reality of the ruthless winter that was soon to come upon them. They'd completed it just in time, before the snows had begun to fall, turning uncured wood to rot if given too long to sit. As Synn wandered her way down the craggy slope and out towards the shoreline she could almost make out the crimson sheen and ghostly paleness of the vessel as it swayed in the gently rising tide, her sails secured, her hull ready for the voyages to come. Synn knew very little of the actual sailing of a ship, but was around Ansgar enough to know the sea-faring basics. He spoke of them in the presence in the ocean, between spars and in the early mornings if they had a chance to go on a run at dawn. He'd been born for this... raised to sail, trained to be a raider- just as she had been raised to hunt and taught to track.
In hindsight, most everyone here in the clan had a destiny- a purpose. Not just a role, or a task but a driving force. Synn herself had vowed to find Ramm's killer- to seeking vengeance in regards to the sideways ideals and principles of the unified StoneHooves, or as they were known now, the WarForged.. Synn's brows knitted in thought as her chipped hooves grated over the pebbly ground she trod. Was that all she'd come to? Was aligning the Bloody Flanks her best chance at achieving such a thing..? Perhaps. It was certainly her best shot.
It was a moment before she realized that she'd arrived at her destination, the lone pier that occupied Ghosthold's cove. The wood was worn and soft from the many working feet of crewmen and shipwrights in the recent months. and the salty sea-spray had worked to bleach the color from most of the tick planks, very much like the ship she came into the shadow of now. With more work and more hands, this pier would become larger.. With luck it would become the epicenter of the clan's wealth and power. Their ships were their life-line Synn knew.
"I thought I'd find you here.. Captain." a genuine smirk graced her dark lips, freshly healed scars wrinkling as a cool breeze wafted up off the ocean. Ansgar stood there, his all too familiar coat bathed in a mixture of the ship's shadow and the last rays of orange light from the sun setting in the west. He had to have heard her approach, as each step she took echoed dully over the wood as she came to stand at his side. "'Hope I'm not interrupting... It is quite the beautiful ship." the mare offered a sideways glance at the horse beside her, pale green eyes jesting but glinting subtly with pride.
She was proud. Ansgar always worked for the betterment of his clan, had shown nothing but determination and selflessness towards his people since the day they'd met. He deserved to command this ship, to do as he always did and do what was best for the Flanks.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2017 10:13:24 GMT -6
ANSGAR
His eyes were shut.
Ansgar allowed the serenity of the moment - his moment - to fully captivate him, for he knew it would be a long time before anymore miracles came his way.
The crashing waves and the subsequent rock of the Abaddon lulled him into a near trance like state, and the smell of the sea enraptured him. The setting sun's last few rays offered the faintest hint of warmth to his scarred pelt, and he sighed in contentment.
He wished he could have stayed in that moment forever.
Ansgar didn't bother turning his head to find out who had disturbed him, but his minor irritation was washed away upon hearing Synn's voice.
He smirked and offered her a sideways glance before turning back to his vessel. The years of labor that had gone into building the great ship was finally being celebrated, though Ansgar found it to be the perfect time to just be alone. He partook in a drink or two, but his ultimate goal was to just get away, and admire what was now truly his.
"She's incredible." He murmured in response, once more finding himself entirely captivated and overwhelmed that something so magnificent had been bestowed to him. Ever since he was a child he had dreams of sailing on the open waters, and his years training on the sea only spiked that hunger. Even now he wasn't entirely satiated, for all he wanted to do was journey with her.
"The Maiden voyage is tomorrow." He glanced at Synn, pausing slightly.
"Gidal expects to know who will be joining me." Glancing back the ship, he scoffed. His father certainly had a way with words, and it left Ansgar little room to argue.
"How are you enjoying the celebration, Synn? Are we a wild enough bunch for you?" He teased, though ultimately he was curious of her thoughts. She had been in the Clan for nearly six months, and tonight was perhaps one of the rare times where the Clan wholly participated in a - long awaited - celebration of sorts._________________
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Jul 17, 2017 1:53:42 GMT -6
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Synn gave a nod of her head in agreement. It was indeed an incredible thing. "The Maiden voyage is tomorrow," he'd given pause, and the mare looked to Ansgar again before his blood-red gaze peeled away again to look at the vessel. Gidal.. The dappled horse mulled a moment, "S'pose it's right of him to know. You'll need capable stallions on board. Perhaps one of your brothers..". It was the one thing she disliked about the clan, the way females continued to be treated. Either bargaining chips or home-makers they were. She herself was an object of infuriating radicalism for most traditional males within the heard. Being a woman and acting the way she did- doing the things she did. To have her on the battlefield seemed like the end of all they were as warriors, but her strength and determination was undeniable- Ansgar had seen that. And despite being a woman, had trained her and treated her as if she were a brother in arms, as if she really was an asset to the clan. He'd risked quite a lot.
What freedom she had, had been hard-earned however. And that knowledge alone was enough for her.. It proved that things could change.
Thankfully, the mood changed between them when Ansgar inquired of her experience. It wasn't often that resources were spared like they were tonight, but the clan had earned it, deserved a bout of respite in the face of such success. Ansgar's teasing tone got a chuckle out of the dappled equine and she shook her head, ears laid back- appearing almost sheepish. "If I'm being honest, the whole celebration thing is still.. new." She'd seen jovial get-togethers and drunken warriors in the taverns before, but had never really participated. That was of course until she joined the Flanks.. There really was a first for everything. "I could probably get used to it though." she reassured, giving a flick of her raggedly cropped tail.
Synn turned away from the ship and walked past the painted stallion to look out over the sea, calm as it was for the time being. "The life I lead before never really allowed for such things.. But of course, the clans have come a long way since our youth." the grey took a deep breath of salty air, her nostrils flaring against the cold that permeated her lungs.
"Are names earned, or given? To the ships I mean." She glanced back at her mentor, genuine curiosity lighting her otherwise scarred visage.
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