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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 13, 2017 14:06:10 GMT -6
Ualda | Mare | Merchant
Relief flooded her chest as the Raiders heeded her call, Njal returning and joined by Faust. Moving away from the fallen beams to allow them room to work, Ualda watched with bated breath as they removed the rubble from their trapped comrade, yet as they did so, it became evident not all was well with Bergen. His sides moved with shallow breaths, and each cough that wracked his body appeared to cause a great deal of pain. Concern etched across her features as she watched Synn and Dag rush to his side, their healer setting to work at mending whatever it was that plagued Bergen. Ribs, she would have guessed if she had to, given the large blocks of wood that had crashed down upon her clan mate's fragile bones.
Once she was certain the injured Raider was in good hands, Ualda set off once more, determined not to waste any of the precious time they were allowed. The situation seemed to only become more and more dangerous with each passing second, and they would all do well to escape to the safety offered beyond the collapsing walls of Ghosthall. There were still some missing though, and she along with herself, there were few willing to leave the wreckage until they were certain they had done all they can.
Searching one of the corners she remembered to be the most populated, Ualda carefully traversed the loose terrain, eyes and ears pricked for any sign there was another living being there. Her meticulous searching paid off, and a scuffling of rocks caught her attention as a dirt caked light grey muzzle searched for clean air from a small gap.
"Ansato?" Ualda questioned as she hurried forward, just barely recognizing one of their newer recruits as she dropped to her forelegs down, rushing to aid in clearing away the debris. A soft grunt of affirmation answered her query, and Ualda hastened to clear what she could away from the trapped mare. "We're getting you out of there, hold tight," she murmured in reassurance, turning once more to her rescued comrades.
"Ansato, she's over here!" Ualda called out once more, gaze falling on those not currently preoccupied with rescuing others.
Post 4 :: 367 wordsGame Post #14
UALDA used 75 CUNNING - UALDA now has 50 CUNNING
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Aug 13, 2017 16:25:48 GMT -6
F A U S T The Last of the Bone Snatchers
WARNING: Foul Language & Poor Grammar Below
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As soon as Bergen was free, Dag rushed to heal him. Faust stood by with Njal, Synn and Ualda as the healer worked on reversing the severe damage the heavy raider had taken on.
"As soon as soon as you're done here, move on to Gidal." Faust called down to her. He then brought his attention to the other horses around him. "Someone else go with her, should she fail, we may need to drag him out of here."
His eyes darkened and grimace deepened as he thought about what it meant for his plans if Gidal could not be healed. He imagined he could leave him here, It was what the frost loving moron wanted after all, but he couldn't do it. The Flanks needed their leader, Kaia knew Faust couldn't make them bend to his will. Faust needed Gidal alive if he were ever to take on the horses that destroyed his family, but in all honesty, Faust couldn't bring himself to let him die like this. Gidal was the last true connection to his past and the only one still above ground who understood the old Bone Snatcher. Gidal was his brother in war and when it boiled down to it, he was his friend. He wouldn't leave him.
"Can you stand Bergen?" Faust's thoughts were interrupted by Dag. She had finished her work. The raider responded in a hoarse voice as he rose,"Aye."
"To me then, Bergen." Faust looked around for any more trapped survivors. He found one. A beefy dun unicorn was pinned beneath a beam. "I'll need your strength."
The bay complied and the two made their way over to who Faust was hoping was another raider. However, once the beam was tossed out of the way with their combined strength, it was revealed that who they rescued was none other than the weather witch, Eydis. Faust huffed in frustration at the discovery, though it was unrecognized through his panting. The grey turned away to look for more fallen raiders as Bergen bent down to help his clansmen. Sweat soaked Faust's dappled coat in a smelly froth. He couldn't keep up this pace.
...__________________________________________________... ![]()   Word Count: 396 Post #5 Game Post #15 Faust used STRENGTH - Faust now has 25 STRENGTH Bergen used STRENGTH - Bergen now has 75 STRENGTH Eydis is rescued
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 13, 2017 18:19:49 GMT -6
EYDIS
WEATHER WITCH // BLOODY FLANK CLAN To be caught under the beam was not only humiliating to the brute of a mare, it was also frustrating. Perhaps, she should have thanked Kaia for saving her from paralysis or injuries other than minor scratches, seeing how the beam landed, but for the time being, her mind mulled over her disgust with the entire situation. She listened to the calls of others, the movement towards survivors, and she waited. Calmly and relatively quietly, though she shared the occasional response with one of her clan mates, just to make them aware of where she was. It was, just as quickly, that she need not call out to them, seeing as the large grey Bone-Snatcher had found her, aided by another beefy unicorn, Bergen. They freed her quickly, though not without exertion and the mare climbed to her feet. "Thank you." She scanned the area, ready to aide in any way she could, her strength not yet depleted, more than ready to help with anything she could. It was just as quickly that Eydis's ears picked up Ualda's call, swinging her massive head around to find the mare where she called out. The unicorn moved over to them, ready to help. Upon approaching both she realized that the poor mare underneath the rubble and remainder of a support beam, was in fact Ansato, another fairly recent recruit like Eydis herself. "I'll move the beam first. Njal," The mare called out to the grey unicorn. "Move the rubble to dig her out." A simple command that Eydis hoped the raider would carry out. She planted her hooves before lowering her horns down into the space between beam and the air pocket in which Ansato currently waited. She waited a moment longer for Njal to appear before lifting up the beam, her muscles straining as she pulled it up, up, and away from the mouth of the small space. She would not be able to hold it for long, and felt uncomfortable trying to toss it aside when Ansato was still quite trapped within the rocks and debris. Njal began moving away the heftier obstacles to Ansato's freedom, before finally clearing a small path for the mare to nimbly pick her way out and onto ground that surely would not collapse beneath her hooves. Eydis huffed with a smile for the job completed, allowing the beam to roll from her curved horns. It was then that she noticed Gidal, broken as he seemed to be, her heart momentarily stuttered at the sight. "He will need help to leave behind the Ghosthold." She said quite simply to Ualda, Ansato, and Njal. Still slightly dumbfounded at the sight of the great stallion crippled as he was. Words: 475
Eydis used STRENGTH - Eydis now has 75 STRENGTH
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Post by tallshiips on Aug 14, 2017 12:45:49 GMT -6
C o r m a c
Bloody Flank Raider  Cormac glanced over at his father, dismayed to see that no-one but Eydis the weather witch was making any move to assist his departure from the structure that could collapse at any moment. Something stirred within him, an urgency and a concern for the stallion's safety, and he trotted briskly over to where the great leader was sitting propped up upon his front legs. He nodded respectfully to the draft mule as he passed her, crimson eyes locked on his father's prone form.
"Eydis?" he asked hopefully, posing the question to the air. She looked quite robust, and probably strong enough to help him in his weakened and exhausted state to get Gidal to safety. "Anyone?" he offered upon further contemplation, musing that perhaps the two of them might not be sufficient to heft the great stallion to his feet and support him all the way to the opposite side of the Ghost Hall, especially given that they would have to pick their way through the rubble.
When there was no immediate response from any of the others, he raised his voice a little and the urgency became obvious in the crack of his voice and the visible whites of his eyes. "HELP! Somebody, please!" The earth had become suspiciously still since the last aftershock, letting the dust settle a little, however it only caused Cormac's heart to beat faster and faster against the cage of his ribs. The silence seemed symbolic of the calm before the storm, as if it only existed to build tension before the inevitable aftershock that would reduce the magnificent hull to dust and rubble, crushing all those within.
His breathing became rushed as he swished his tail irritably, willing them to hurry up so that they could haul the great stallion to safety and get out of the danger zone themselves. But he wouldn't leave without his father, leave him to be crushed beneath the timbers of his destroyed home, his destroyed clan, his destroyed ambitions.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 14, 2017 13:15:42 GMT -6
Ualda | Mare | Merchant
Moving aside as the newly freed Eydis joined her, Ualda immediately began shuffling away, making one last lap around the perimeter to find any remaining survivors. Ghosthall seemed more populated now as those buried alive beneath the rubble were carefully lifted away, and those unable to help darted out through one of the entrances. Ualda longed to join them, to exit the stuffy and dust filled interior of their old ship, but for now there was still a duty to complete. Time was ticking away and who knew when another aftershock would seize them, swallowing up even more of their home. Yet with every step she made it seemed more clear that those who could be rescued had been, and the dead would have to be content being returned once more to Kaia's embrace.
Hobbling away as quickly as her injury would carry her, Ualda only paused when her half brother's cry for help pierced through the air. Hooves halting as she scanned her half brother in alarm, fearing that he had been recently injured as the last aftershock hit, her gaze dropped to her father still curled on the floor. The true nature of his call dawned upon her then; there was no way Gidal could exit Ghosthall alone, not without the aid of his clan. Although she had rarely gotten on well with the stallion, he still was her father nonetheless and if his interaction with Njal was any indication, he was still respected by her clan mates. Crippled or not, he still wielded an air of leadership few were capable of. After all this time, they still needed him.
A fluttering piece of red caught her eye, and with a hasty movement Ualda snatched the fabric up. Once a proud testament to their way of life, the crimson flag now hung dull and tattered- but still it could serve a purpose. Moving now to Cormac's side, she reached out with her muzzle to gently touch his shoulder in both reassurance and solidarity, too exhausted and fearful to offer up much more.
"Here," she offered, extending the flag towards him. "If we move it under father we can carry him by each end."
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Aug 15, 2017 14:44:46 GMT -6
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When Bergen emerged from the crevice with Dag, Synn took a step back. Jade eyes glanced in Ualda's direction when her voice raised over the din to call for aid once more. The brindled mare had found another one. More were being pulled from the debris, a a weather witch and raider respectively.
Synn retreated, taking it upon herself to begin assisting those to the surface along a more stable path up the incline and out of the sinkhole. Her dappled flanks were slick and her face itched from the exertion and the dried blood on her brow. The ground had grown eerily silent int he passing moments, and with the realization of the void in sound and sensation Synn quickly made her way to where Odina had been. Garbled words met her ears as she crossed the precarious pit to the Fallen Gidal where his children were heaving his form from the ground. It seemed they had him, but they'd need to take it slow. Danger was still near however, so time was precious, Dag's blessing on the stallion would have to wait.
"Most everyone is above, the rest are gone.." the grimness in her tone was unmistakable, but Synn kept a straight face, void of anything but focus and determination. Her spirit was low however, beneath the stoic facade. They'd lost brethren today, valuable lives. But at least they had a leader. Gidal was there, even if he wasn't able to stand on his own hooves. "There's a stable path to the surface, follow me." she turned and looked to the others and began the ascension, glancing back every now and then to make sure the troop was in tow. The dappled mare's gaze landed on Odina for a moment. Relief and defeat were felt in equal measure, making Synn numb.
Ghosthold Hall was gone, and the surrounding land was sinking, ravaged by the lindworm's war-path. Synn crested the edge with a grunt and lent a tug of her teke to the nearest equine to rise up from the rubble. Another rumble broke the silence, and dust rose up from what was left..
Looking around, things looked pretty bleak. Medics wre assisting those they could, but most horses bore more emotional wounds than they did physicl.
There only hope now was to depart. The land was no longer stable, no longer a haven. No place to have a war or raise the clan, and winter was coming.
Synn looked out towards the foggy ocean, eyes glazed with uncertainty. Exodus. The answer was exodus.
"Kaia, mother of the earth. Cascade, goddess of the sea... Bring them home. Bring us home." the near silent prayer was lost on the biting autumn breeze, caught on the current and ripped away towards nothing but open sky.
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|Notes| I had a blast guys! Even if our pons didn't. Thanks for a great chapter!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 17:23:24 GMT -6
congratulations! Your valiant efforts have pulled all the survivors from the wreckage of Ghosthall, but there is little time to celebrate. Your clan is without shelter, without supplies, without ships. Your brave leader is wounded, and winter looms on the horizon. In the gloom of sunset, the Bloody Flanks bury what dead they can and prepare themselves for a second exile. All participants receive 20 AP and 20 CS! |
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