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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 14, 2017 21:08:32 GMT -6
Alet
|| Stallion || 19.3 hh || Vagabond || Mercenary ||
When the sound of ripping paper, scraping of wolf paws on wood and the familiar sound of unsheathing weapons met the tall stallion's ears he knew that his instincts were right. A tavern brawl shook the establishment, patrons feeding on the negative emotions of the corner table caused many to partake in to chaos. The smaller stallion at his side unsheathed his own short sword and Alet pulled at the heaviest weapon strapped to his hip, brandishing the long steel hammer in a defensive manner. Nani felt the change in the atmosphere as well and instead of finding the Tavern threatening the naive pup felt like a game was about to be played! Stumpy legs moved beneath the pup and pushed her body towards the corner table much to Alet's dismay, the stallion reached out with his royal purple teke after the pup but found only air in his grip. Growling in frustration the stallion leapt into action, eyes never leaving the pup as she weaved through the tavern toward the table of angry War Frogs before she collided with a tipping table caused by shouting pony pegasus that was being drug ass first from the bar. The sound of Nani's pain filled yelp made the spark within the stallion's eyes erupt into an inferno. One could hurt Alet from dusk till dawn several times before awakening the terrible beast that dwelled within his chest but lay a finger on Nani and be prepared to face an ass whooping. A roar burst from his chest, eyes locking on the retreating forms of the pegasus and unicorn stallions as they exited the bar. Alet pushed himself faster, they would pay for hurting his baby and if he let them get away his pride would be wounded and his thirst for blood would have to be satiated else where...most likely with the 'friends' the pegasus and unicorn had left in the bar. Cowards knew how to flee not fight. His massive form burst through the front door of the bar and found the pegasus stopped outside, as if watching to see if he was being followed. Oh hell yeah he was, by an angry train of a horse hell bent of seeking repentance of crimes against his familiar. He wasted no words on the small pegasus, merely swung his hammer down at the stallion and would let his actions do the talking!
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Post by manabuns on Aug 15, 2017 5:28:48 GMT -6
,The lights we burn
have all faded out.
It'd be folly to take his eyes off of the stallion as the entire inn around them suddenly rose in tandem with the chaos, their red hues lanced with every ounce of hatred one could muster and reflect within their gaze. The sound of tables scraping against the floor as flagons clanked on the ground, spilling their contents in wet sloshes, almost drowned out by the chorus of roaring insults as everyone waded into the fight.
An ear vaguely picked out the sound of Lorian and Killian in among the loud clatter, but that was the only mind he paid them. They would get away, that much he knew, they had faced worse odds, he hissed to himself in the back of his mind, it'd be unlikely they met their end at the hand of one lone raider.
The clash of steel shrieking against stone reverberated through his bones, lingering in his chest as he was forced to step backward, drawing back his weapon in a flourished turn and readying it for another assault.
He hadn't expected the stone hammer to come swinging directly for his head, crimson eyes widening as he forced himself backward on his hind legs and swung his head to the side. The hammer missed it's intended mark, to shatter his skull into a hundred different splinters and send his mother and father back a corpse. Instead, it hit squarely on his lower horn.
In that moment, he was deaf and blind to the chaos and the dozens of patrons bellowing and snarling. His ears filled instead with the sickening crunch as his horn gave way under the pressure, cracking as though a mountain felled by an earthquake. What was left of it was a pitiful crater, splintered pieces that jutted out. The bridge of his face throbbed with the force, but he didn't care, the glint in his eye had changed to something wild.
The bellow that thundered through the inn left his throat raw.
Once more he struck, a hammer as heavy as stone was bound to need time to center again, he lunged forward, the shards of his horn still coming away in fragments, his teke gripped at them, scooping them in it's orange embrace to fling them toward Muiris' face as his own sword aimed for the stallion's face too, angled with the intention to try slice through the side of his head.
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 15, 2017 12:34:58 GMT -6
Lorian
Bursting through the door, Lorian squinted at the harsh light of the setting sun, his eyes quickly adjusting. Glancing down at Killian, Lorian began to move forward with him, knives still drawn. His heart was thumping loudly in his chest, doing his best to catch his breath as he looked down at the merchant. For once he wasn't giving him a soul piercing look, his pupils dilated and his brow drawn forward "Do you know where you're going-" he started, only to jump as another figure burst through the tavern door.
Quickly, Lorian shoved Killian behind himself, knives pointed towards the large stallion who stalked towards them. Lorian was furious. For Kaia's sake, he just wanted to get out of this god forsaken tavern and get back to his home. Could nothing go right today?! Suddenly a hammer was being swung towards Lorian, aimed low (most likely for Killian). Jumping back, Lorian let out a frustrated and launched towards the stallion, knives impossibly fast as he jabbed and striked at the stallions chest and flank.
Fueled by Anger, Lorian had unwillingly called upon severely birds, ranging from seagulls to hawks. His blessing was weak (despite his best interest to strengthen it) but emotions, such as the blazing rage in his gut could influence any number of beasts, filling them with the same anger or irritation. Jumping back, Lorian almost laughed as the small flock of birds descended upon the stallion, a much-needed distraction. Turning to Killian, Lorian began to shove him forward "Get out of here and lay low. We'll be in touch soon" he harshly whispered, continuing to urge the stallion forward and begin flapping his wings. Quickly jumping back, Lorian faced the offending stallion once more and hissed at him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2017 13:25:51 GMT -6
ansgar IF THIS IS TO END IN FIRE
THEN WE SHOULD ALL BURN TOGETHERAnsgar maneuvered his way around the attack, dodging the swings of the hammer and snarling as cool air whipped by in its place. He could not protect Iskalder, and the sound of his brother's horn shattering made his blood curdle. Fuck that. Another figure rushed by him with a guttural cry, and his attention snapped in the direction his other crew mate ran off to. Iskalder was readily equipped to deal with a fight, but Ansgar's priority was to keep them safe. They could take this fucker any day, but this day happened to coincide with their rendezvous mission, and ultimately it was much larger than them. They couldn't linger when their Clan was relying on them to keep Killian alive and return home in one piece. "Get back to ship!" He bellowed before going after Lorian. The flock of birds perplexed him but he didn't stop to stare - Lorian was on the defensive, and Killian was leaving. His sword was still drawn and he came beside his brother, defending the pegasus and giving him more cover. His voice was low, but he knew his words were still within earshot. "Don't forget our deal - and don't get yourself killed. Get out of here before more of them follow you."_________________
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Aug 15, 2017 13:41:07 GMT -6
Killian scrunched his legs and began working his wings as Lorian defended them from the huge stranger. He wasn't going to wait to be told twice to the the fuck out of this mess.
Another crash signaled that someone else had broke from the tavern. Killian chanced a glance behind him and stopped his flapping for a heartbeat as he recognized Asngar. Dealt with the huge brute already?
Killian didn't have a chance to check. He nodded at Ansgar's orders, and renewed his vigorous flapping before springing into the air, his wings creating wind that whipped at the grass. Killian knew the way from here, he'd travelled it many times. And flying it was fast and safe... there were few other pegasus he'd encountered that were raiders for the War Forged. Still, the tiny pony's heart pounded, the adrenaline still in his system.
As the merchant lifted away, he flew off away from the setting sun and towards the night.
But it was more than the evening chill that was causing his fur to prickle. What had he just done? What was he doing?
((Ok fam Killi is out, sorry for the short post. He's gonna go think about how he is literal trash now.))
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Go ahead and roll the dice.
But, if you're going to try and win the game, you'll need more than luck.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2017 15:45:42 GMT -6
 5 | 305The stallion felt stone collide with horn in his grasp, his eyes narrowing as he had missed his intended target. Shards of what was once his enemy's horn fell to the floor like glass. He noticed the wild glint that flashed through his opponents eyes, the roar that ripped his throat. Muiris stood his ground, hooves firmly planted as he expected another swing from the brute's sword.
What he got instead was way worse.
The other raider lunged forward, scooping up a grasp full of fiery shards from the ground, and hurling them at his face. His eyes went wide, his hooves scrambling to move out of the way. However, it had been too late. Sharp fragments tore through his skin as they made contact, ripping away flesh and leaving trickling blood behind. Muiris roared in pain, tossing his head to the side just in the nick of time to avoid the other's sword, even if he hadnt even seen it coming.
Blood trickled warm down his face. He could taste it's metallic tang in his mouth. He turned back, squinting as an ache started to ebb through his right eye. He closed it the best he could, tears welling at the surface from irritation. He didnt have time to worry about it now.
However, as he turned, hammer swinging to hit an unmarked foe, he was met with nothing but stone gliding through air. Pausing, he picked up his gaze, working his jaw as an attempt to ignore the pain. It was then that he saw the other raider shoving his way through the door, disappearing out of sight the moment Muiris spotted him.
"Oh no you dont." The raider growled under his breath, leaping forward and pushing his way through the crowd to get to the door. He couldnt let him get away.
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Post by manabuns on Aug 15, 2017 18:49:06 GMT -6
,The lights we burn
have all faded out.
It was a dirty trick, but he'd never been one to pass up a good opportunity, and petty revenge was slightly more satisfying than the good old fashioned variety. His horn was never going to grow back to it's former glory, so at the very least it's shattered remains could serve one last punishment, directed at the very thing that had ruined it.
Iskalder had been ready to take the brute on with every ounce of his being until Ansgar booming voice reached his ears, halting his actions.
Time to leave, and his loyalty to his brother would outweigh his own pettiness and blood thirsty tendencies until the day came for him to go to Kaia's embrace. The adrenaline had set in thick and fast, dulling the throb which pounded through his head, and spurned him into retreat quickly with all his weight thrown into his stride, shoving aside bodies as he met them. He cared little if a few bounced off of the skewed tables or smashed into the walls as he finally broke free of the inn.
Reaching the others, he fell into step with them, ready to get the hell out of dodge and back home. Back to the ship where hopefully he could catch his breath and assess what was left of his horn. Perhaps laugh about the misfortune so he didn't crack his voice on another bellowed noise of anger.
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ISKALDER IS OUT AND READY TO GO.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 15, 2017 20:09:52 GMT -6
Alet
|| Stallion || 19.3 hh || Vagabond || Mercenary ||
When his hammer found nothing but soft earth the large stallion let out another primal roar, "Coward!" He bellowed, his violet eyes flashed towards the retreating form of the pegasus as he swiftly let the confines of the earth and flew into the sky, how dare he run when there was a fight to be had! Nani soon followed Alet from the bar, anxious to be by his side once more now that someone had hurt her, pain was one of the few things that caused the pup to forget the idea of a game and run back to the safety of daddy. A small, scared bark from Nani tore at Alet's concentration and caused him to pause in his attack to check on his baby but the massive stallions attention was pulled back to the unicorn that had protected the pegasus when blades met him, slicing cleanly into his already scar covered pelt the stallion flung himself at the unicorn. Another slow but incredibly strong swing of his hammer threatened to take the pretty head of the unicorn from his shoulders but he was too quick, too nimble for the massive brute to get a firm hold on with his slow hammer. Alet was about to unsheathe his own dagger and dive in for another attack at the unicorn when birds of all fucking things descended up him, and Nani let out another cry of pain as a hawk latched onto her. Out of the corner of his eyes Alet saw more escaping the bar and soon the unicorn he had been fighting now had more friends, he could take them all easily but Alet had to protect Nani, she meant more to him than petty revenge. His attention turned to the birds, a few hammer swings opened up enough room for him to grab Nani in his Teke, stuff her into his bag and turn back towards the unicorn and his friends to see their retreating bodies. He was too late...Another roar left his throat, tearing at the muscles and his lungs threatened to give out under the pressure as the stallion turned from those that has escaped him and ran into the night. His pride stung, he had been bested by birds! How dare they humiliate him in such a way and hurt his baby. Those damn War Frogs would pay for their insolence...
Maybe it was time he moved to another region...preferably one with less assholes.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2017 21:03:35 GMT -6
ansgar IF THIS IS TO END IN FIRE
THEN WE SHOULD ALL BURN TOGETHERLorian's summoning of the birds offered the last bit of distraction they needed. Ansgar could see his brother galloping towards them, and he felt his lip twitch at the sight of Iska's broken horn. He hoped to Kaia that his brother delivered swift vengeance. Ansgar didn't need to speak as he raced back to the Abaddon - his crew ran alongside him, not stopping until their hooves clattered against the familiar wood of their ship. She seemed to creak under their sudden and agitated forms, but was quick to take her leave far from the tavern. Ansgar positioned himself at the helm, looking back only once before the shoreline vanished from sight. The deal had been struck, but it was inevitable that another meeting must take place - they had been rudely interrupted, but he was aware that it would not be the last time. They may have been sailing home, but this encounter was just another mark. Another push against the Warlord, and he had no doubts that she would hear of it. He looked towards Lorian and Iska and nodded. Soon, they would be home. For now they sailed upon the open waters, crimson sails waving in the wind. _________________
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2017 21:57:02 GMT -6
6 | 296It had taken him longer to get to the door than he had wanted, patrons of the bar getting in his way left and right. He busted out into the open, cool air stinging at his bleeding wounds. His nostrils flared as he sucked in breath after breath, his heart pounding. He looked wildly, his weapon ready for another fight- be it one of them or all of them. However, all his good eye could see, was empty space from the bar to the trees. It took a moment for the raider to register it. They were gone. He had failed to capture even one of them. Without snow on the ground, they would be near impossible to track if he even tried.
Anger built up inside of him, rage coursing through his veins. He had had them: the Bloody Flanks right in his damn grasp, and he could even stop one of them. Growling to himself, he shoved a hoof into the ground, kicking dirt out before him. He hadnt only lost them; they had ran. They tucked their tails between their legs and fled.
"Cowards." He mumbled under his breath, wiping blood from his face on his knee. "Damn COWARDS." He shouted, startling birds from the trees in the distance, his crackling voice echoing through the silence.
A short howl pulled his attention back, his head swinging around to find the form of his wolf standing in the distance, her golden eye shimmering in the lowering light. The raider dropped his head, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he took a breath. Adrenaline was slowly calming, the pain in his face getting worse by the minute.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 18:26:02 GMT -6
congratulations! The Bloody Flanks retreated to the dark elsewhere that they called home, the frigid shadows that had hid them this long, and that would conceal them again. Wounded, bedraggled, and empty-handed, they make their way to a crumbling Ghosthold. Their single ally, now a known traitor, vanished as easily as he'd first appeared. While the Flanks could hope for future dealings, they may have lost their chance. That knowledge was a small victory for the Oneans --and the vagabonds caught up in their battle-- who pursued them. The Bloody Flanks had a face, a name. While Ansgar and his raiders may have slipped through the Raiders' grasp fingers for now, they were tangible, and marked. The raiders returned to Mt. Skeldr, to deliver the grim news to the War Lord. All participants receive 20 AP and 20 CS! |
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