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Post by Queerly on Jul 15, 2017 10:32:44 GMT -6
 Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 408: Anomaly
Team Leader: Scarlet
Participants: Beau, Gabriel, Galloway, Iloue, Vincent, Tatiana, Caspian, Umbra, Gwen
Please keep the following in mind!
- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!
- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.
- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!
- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3
- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: After hearing a speech from Adviser Isador at the palace gates, a handful of nobles and artisans migrate to the Ignis Sanctum to mourn, whether it be born of genuine sadness or obligation. The doors are open, but Flamen Tyrus - likely at the Palace with the other priests. Left to their own devices in the glittering main hall, the mourners gather to speak softly among themselves.
Location:: The Ignis Sanctum's main hall.
Time of Day: Mid-Morning
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Post by Queerly on Jul 15, 2017 12:36:05 GMT -6
Cling. Clang. Cling. Clang.
Silk sheets fell away from her withers as the mare startled straight upright, her breathing heavy as if she’d just been awoken from a nightmare. She blinked bleary sleep from her eyes, relishing in the quiet of the morning before… again, the bells tolled. Deep and resonating, they had not been played in several years, but the noble lady knew instantly what they were. She shook her head, but heard easily as the next toll of the bell filtered through her open balcony. The bells chilled her through much faster than the early morning air ever would. Those… those are mourning bells. She rolled away from her bed of pillows and silky sheets, finding her way blearily to her feet and out onto the balcony. She lashed her tail almost curiously, despite the foreboding mood that had quickly descended upon her home, but turned away from her balcony and towards her room to get ready.
When the Lady did finally leave her home, she left with one of her prized pit fighters, Galloway, his red tassel bridle attached to a firm rope firmly by her own, fairly weak, telekinesis. She still sniffed when she saw the city brand upon his shoulders, feeling infinitely displeased she had not been there to comfort her slave through the process. They arrived together at the Palace Courtyard, curiosity lacing Scarlet’s features as she gathered those in attendance so far. The first to stand out was Gabriel, who Scarlet was already familiar with from the hell they’d been put through together several months ago. Of the rest she was able to quickly name off the top of her head, she noticed Lady Delalune and standing with her, her child Beau; the painter Vincent, and their growing daughter Tatiana. Before she could scan further, the loud, but controlled voice came from above.
The King, assassinated. It had only been so long since those words were said, and Scarlet thought it hadn’t been long enough. The rest of the speech seemed to pass in a blur, and once it wrapped, the Lady could quite clearly only think to migrate to the Ignis Sanctum. She’d mourn properly with a Flamen and no doubt a congregation of other nobles. Her journey was swift, though in the company of several of the names mentioned previously, all respectfully attending the Temple (whether it was only for tradition or out of genuine grief–Scarlet herself wasn’t too sure where exactly she fell), but upon entering it found Tyrus, the Flamen as she was positive should have been here, gone. She softly announced such to the horses entering after her. “It appears as if the Flamen is not yet present.” The group, all of the horses she had noticed in particular earlier, gathered calmly in the main room, some chatting softly, others quiet in the Temple. The Lady did not say much, though she did turn to Galloway and let her telekinesis caress his shoulder in a touch of singularity with her slave.
Tchlick, Scarlet’s ears both flicked curiously towards the relic case she was closest to, ornate and prized, home to the golden axe, relic of the Ignis Sanctum. The rattling got more insistent, drawing the attention of others. “Galloway,” The mare said softly, nodding her head towards the case, almost sure the pit fighter had already keyed the odd behavior, “Is the axe– is the axe rattling?”
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Notes: My skype is @/poedogs, we’ll be setting up a plot-specific chat for the duration of the chapter!
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jul 15, 2017 14:14:37 GMT -6
= LADY ILOUE DELALUNE =
"Oh my darling, it's true. Beautiful things have dents and scratches too."
WC: 466 | Post #1The early morning sunshine broke through the gaps in the velvet curtain, shielding the couple's bedroom from the outside world. Slowly, the creamy form stirred awake and rose her head to blink her glassy eyes open. Beside her, she glanced at the blurry silhouette of her husband and a smile passed her muzzle. Finally, he had been able to rest after the many hours of consolidation she had offered him. Leaning over, she pulled the blanket up over his withers wishing away his worries. Cling, clang, her curled ears darted towards the direction of the ringing once it reached her. Confused for a moment, she slowly stood up and walked over to open the doors to their inner patio and listened.
"The mourning bells..." she heard one of the slaves whisper, aghast, in passing and felt her stomach sink as she took a deep breath.
Steeling herself with a shaky sigh, she quietly moved towards her son's bedroom and stepped inside. They would go on Kanu's behalf, Iloue had explained to the household, as their lord had not rested well since the attack on the crucible and his health would suffer if he continued this way. "Wake up, my little one" the mare gently caressed the colt's cheek as he squinted and yawned. Though confused, he was still quite tired and thankfully listened well as she got them ready to leave. Any questions he would have asked if he was a little more awake were soon answered by Isador's announcement at the palace gates.
Their king was no more.
Deeply, Iloue furrowed her brows and lowered her head in silent respect, as many seemed to do. Due to her affliction, she couldn't make out most of those present from their appearance alone. What she gathered from the murmuring voices though, was that Lady Scarlet Ardor, the artisan Vincent, and some children were present. She moved in unison with some of the others after the speech, towards the Ignis Sanctum. A place she had always frequented with her parents, and still did now. When she heard the Flamen of the Sanctum, someone she had come to know over time, was not present, it struck her as a little odd but she nudged Beau onward nonetheless.
Suddenly, a rattling began to ring through the hall that caused her to fold her overly sensitive ears against her neck. She blinked worriedly and tried to make out where the others had turned their gaze to. Though, Iloue could only make out a faint box shape and turned quickly to speak to the little boy beside her. "Beau, can you see where that noise is coming from? It sounds as if someone is shaking a container of some sort" she questioned, raising her eyes once more to squint in effort.
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 15, 2017 14:52:05 GMT -6
Vincent
The soft sounds of distant bells had not awoken Vincent. No, they had been up earlier than normal, risen by a sickening feeling in their stomach and the urge to get up and do something. They had silently prepared a cup of cinnamon tea, the steam tickling their nose and ushering a soft sigh from their lips. They had returned upstairs, quietly peeking in the room of their sleeping daughter, smiling as they spotted the slumbering teen under a mountain of plush blankets. Continuing down the corridor they had finally stopped at their studio, the smell of paint and canvas fabric mixing with the pleasant smell of the tea in their grasp.
An hour has passed and soon enough the soft light of morning has filtered through the large windows of the studio, birds flittering by the open windows. Vincent hummed silently as they pushed and dragged paint across the large canvas, hair pulled back ears forward. The sound of bells was distant at first, echoing through the city streets, ringing their sad song. Vincent turned their head, eyes widening as they realised just what they were tolling for. They had quickly fetched their slaves and roused their sleeping daughter, rushing to get ready.
Finally, the two were heading to the palace gates, that feeling of dread and sickness only building in Vincent's stomach. The king was only a child, a mere boy only a year younger than their own daughter! Shuddering, they pressed closer to Tatiana as they arrived at the gates and listened to Isador's solemn words. It was tragic...Gods, the world was falling apart. Glancing down at Tati, Vincent nuzzled their head against hers, sighing quietly before beginning to move away from the crowd "After we give our respects at the Temple we can head home, okay? Your classes will be cancelled for a few days unfortunately, but I'm sure your teacher will be more than understanding." Vincent spoke softly, looking up as they entered the temple. Many others were gathered as well, heads bow and speaking softly to each other.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Jul 15, 2017 15:10:57 GMT -6
 She had woken up as normal, awake before the crack of dawn to restore her fire. She slung her smock over her shoulder and tightened the bracers on her leg. Sliding the goggles over her eyes she picked up some wood and unburned coal to breath life back into her fire that smoldered away safely every night. She'd just begun to stoke the fire when the bells began. At first she thought nothing of it, but as they continued, she put her sticks down.
Those bells...
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She immediately shut her forge's doors and dropped the re-kindling supplies. She hadn't heard those bells since the old king passed. Looking up and down the street, others were beginning to stir and head towards the palace. Following the throng of equine they were lead by unspoken knowledge to the palace gates, where they weren't greeted by the king.
They weren't going to be greeted by their king, ever again.
Some might have began to wail, others gasp, and even more were like her, stunned silence. The fact had sunk in, it didn't take long for it to, but the blacksmith just wasn't one to cry. Adohian religion said he would simply enter Ignacio's fire for a time before being admitted to paradise, they had no hell, only fire before a lifetime of peace.
In silence she shuffled with a few others to the Ignis sanctum, Her mind thinking of the trip she took with others beneath the town three months back. Had someone seen? Had someone found out about the dragons? The thought sent a chill through her. So deep in her thoughts she didn't even notice that the Flamen wasn't in the main hall with them.
TchlickTchlickTchlickTchlickTchlickTchlick
Charcoal colored ears shot up as the noise rattled through the halls. Ice blue teke lifted the goggles from her eyes to her forehead as her eyes caught on to the trembling case. The axe, that was where the golden axe lay. A quick trot sent the blacksmith over to observe, giving a small nod in recognition of the noble and her slave next to her. Looking down, she saw that the axe was rattling around it's case, she blinked several times in shock, and before checking that it wasn't the building collapsing that was causing it, began trying to see if there was a teke aura around it.
No, no there isn't.
"Is anyone here able to detect if a blessing is affecting the axe?" She asked, raising her voice enough to let the room hear, but soft enough to not be obnoxious.
Only now did she notice that Tyrus's figure wasn't anywhere to be seen. Post #1 | Word Count: 442 |
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jul 15, 2017 16:28:16 GMT -6
Tatiana | Aodh | Kindling
The crushing weight of sorrow and uncertainty gripped the young mare as she learned the meaning behind the sound of the mourning bells. Her still innocent and slightly naive mind hadn't quite understood the news until her mother had explained it to her. The king was dead, no longer among the living. Not only had they lost one of their own, they had lost their leader. Even though the aging potion she had taken made her appear to be a young adult and she had jumped into her adult life by starting school to become an architect, she hadn't experience anything like this before now had her mind been filled with such emotion as this great sadness. 'How do adults deal with this all the time?' She thought solemnly as she followed closely beside her mother, her side brushing gently against her with each step she took down the streets.
The streets were filled to the brim with Aodhians after they had gathered to listen to the Advisor, Isador's speech about the loss of their great king. Some in the crowd were crying, their tears spilling onto the ground. While some were standing there, their faces emotionless and blank as they stared up at the horse in front of them.
The temple was less crowded than the streets, and it was a small breath of fresh air to finally not be in such quarters with so many horses. The atmosphere in the Ignis Sanctum, however, was mournful and dark. Equine had their heads bowed in prayer, speaking to the gods or their lost leader. "Mommy, who will lead us now? King Amadeus never had any children to take the throne... if that's even how that works... I don't even know." Tatiana asked worriedly in a quiet voice so no one could hear her other than Vincent, her words rambling slightly.
She looked up toward her mother as they spoke and nodded, her curly hair bouncing lightly. "That sounds good, Mom." She muttered before bowing her head in a silent prayer for the King and their herd.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Jul 15, 2017 22:19:19 GMT -6
Umbra | Servile SlaveUmbra was resting beside Caspian's niece in his sleep. It was a peaceful sleep, not riddled with nightmares as it usually was. He found comfort in lying against someone else. Their warmth was so pleasing. But, his sleep would not stay that way for as long as he would have liked. No. He was awoken by bells. Bells? How odd.
The young slave stood up with his ears swiveling in search of the noise. Maybe it was something Lord Caspian set up for the household. But, upon further inspection, the colt found that the bells came from outside. He trotted along the halls in search of his lord. Before he was able to ask any questions, they were swiftly moving out the door. What came next, Umbra never could have expected. He was to young to have known what the bells meant. So when the news struck, it struck hard. Before he knew it, tears streamed down his cheeks. The king was dead. He'd always cared for Amadeus, despite not truly knowing him at all. He felt a sense of kinship, being so young in such a strange position for his age.
Umbra pressed himself shyly against Caspian's shoulder as they made their way to the Ignis Sanctem. The atmosphere was so melancholy along each of the halls. Umbra couldn't shake the awful feeling growing like a void in his stomach. As they entered the Sanctem, the tiniest bit of hope spread into him as he spotted a familiar face in the mourning crowd. Umbra wiped his eyes on his leg before keeping them on his father.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 16, 2017 10:32:57 GMT -6
Galloway | Pit SlaveEverything moved so quickly. Bells tolled just as the sun was rising, ringing a harsh reality to the equines of Aodh. Lady Scarlet had ushered the two of them hurriedly from the warmth of their home out into a chilling atmosphere. They were like ghosts, grey and somber and just barely there. The equines of Valore were in mourning and Gallow couldn't feel the same. As the two of them reached the Palace Gates, everything was confirmed. Their King was dead. Assassinated so quietly and so quickly. Gallow bent his ears back at the news. He had no love for their King, what slave would? But he had no love for this kind of killing either.
They soon filtered into the Ignis Sanctum. The large space cooled Gallow's nerves and reminded him of when he had received his blessing. He said a quick prayer to Ignacio, asking for forgiveness for being absent so frequently. There hadn't been much room for prayers and religion recently in Gallow's life. He hoped the fire god would forgive him anyways.
The tassels on his bridle swayed gently as he followed Lady Scarlet to an area filled with other nobles and their slaves. Lady Scarlet exclaimed that the Flamen was not present, and Gallow thought that odd in a time like this. Feeling restless he felt a cool touch and recognized it as Lady Scarlet's telekinesis. He gave her a small smile and appreciated every bit of it. Even though he wished his life was not the way it was; he couldn't wish away Lady Scarlet. She was more than understanding and accommodating for a master.
With a new sense of comradeship, he took a look at the group around him. He only barely recognized some of the nobles and knew none of their slaves. Except for the little black and white foal pinned to a handsome grey stallion. Gallow's eyes lit up, he was so glad to see his son again. It felt too long since the last time they had met. Gallow gave Umbra a wink and a reserved smile to let him know he had seen him.
The moment lasted a only that, a moment. Something tickled Gallow's ears and he heard a faint noise emitting from somewhere close. Then Lady Scarlet leaned over and whispered something to him. His eyes widened as she pointed out a battle axe rattling in it's container. It felt like that axe was about to go flying; he quickly stepped in front of his master to keep her from any impending damage.
"Why is it rattling?" He responded to Lady Scarlet's question with another question. He found he was quickly shifting into his pit fighter personality. He was ready for whatever there could be. Another horse with them, a big black shire cross created a new set of questions with her own. Was this a blessing? All around him the rattling drew more and more attention as it grew louder. Gallow's mind worked vigorously at the explanation.
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Post by MapleEgg on Jul 16, 2017 16:04:16 GMT -6
 Caspian of Cygnus | Lord | Aodh
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"To banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality." - John Ruskin
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Caspian had a haunting feeling all this morn as they went through the steps followed by the telling mourning bells. His small slave who he prized as a kind individual had been with him all morning. To the speak given by Isador, followed to the Sanctum where he noticed that Umbra seemed to perk up at the sight of his relations. Lord Caspian smiled and leaned down and nudged Umbra as a sign he may go as he pleased. Warmth bloomed every so slightly in his dark brooding heart. The death of the kind was hurting everything he stood for and he had his suspicions, just as surely others were feeling. The thought of the meeting he had been graced with some time ago with the advisor was a heavy dark cloud on his conscious. As they were there a ripple of interest began to spread through the mourners and soon the sound of the axe reached him. His neck arched, and with an impressive form he was easily looking over those who were paying their respects. They were not far from the container and Caspian looked to his slave and gave a small nod, hoping Umbra would catch that he was letting the foal decide what to do on his own.
Caspian began to move through the few bodies that blocked his way until he was upon the mare who spoke in a raised voice.
"Is anyone here able to detect if a blessing is affecting the axe?"
Good point, Caspian thought as he glanced to Galloway who was near him. The prized pit fighter was impressive and his eyes couldn't help but look to his son and wonder what traits he would gain from his sire. More clacking brought his attention back to the axe and his heart tugged to touch it. A glance to Lady Scarlet, a fellow noble, and a look back was all the confident noble needed. He had noted earlier that there was no one that was meant to be here at the Sanctum and with the intention of solving this puzzle Caspian used his telekinesis to lift the glass top off of the gilded box.
"Its obviously a sign of something..." He spoke to those nearest or whoever could hear, his focus intent on the shaking relic. Gently he settled the glass on the ground and peered into the box with bubbling curiosity.
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 16, 2017 18:41:10 GMT -6
LADY SCARLETTE ARDOR
NOBLE || PLOT LEADER The Lady was not ready, but then again, no one would have been. Not a moment had passed from everyone's gathering around the rattling case, from Galloway's protective move in front of her, and Lord Caspian's own investigation that everything would in fact... go to hell. One moment the morning light was cast over Scarlet's back, offering the semblance of warmth, the next a shadow briefly obscured it, and the very next the beautiful stained glass was shattering. The thing–was that a dragon– was roughly the size of a small pony, and about as wild as a tiger. She was pure black, covered in scales, quite literally a dragon. The group had scattered, then again, anyone would when something as wild as that was scared and flailing. Hell, Scarlet had run from pygmy dragons, and they were a fuck of a lot smaller than this beast was, and Scarlet was almost positive it wasn't even fully grown yet. "Get out of its way!" She shouted as if the extra warning would make everyone move even faster. The dragon, in all her flailing, struck out with her tail and for a moment time stood still. The glass case shattered, the axe standing in the naked air for but a moment until with a hum it flew into the wall across the case. There was a moment of dull clattering as the dragon scrabbled about, Scarlet realizing it was very much blind, when everyone's head would turn to the axe. "We need to contain the dragon, it merely looks scared," Scarlet said, somewhat breathless to where Galloway stood beside her. Then she turned to the axe, "Everyone watch out for the axe, obviously, something is wrong, and try not to threaten the dragon!" She didn't know how much of an effect she would have on anything, seeing as chaos had exploded within the Temple. words: 313 ||| Wow, would you look at that y'all, it appears we not only have a possessed(?) axe in our thread, but also a very blind, very scared, baby dragon. Please, if you feel unfamiliar with the dragon she is the same baby dragon from this thread: Ch. III: Aodh Plot 303. She has toddler sentience and she's very scared!!
@twilight-mustang, you're welcome to throw Gwen in wherever here, seeing as I haven't gotten in touch with you yet but want to get the plot moving along while I'm traveling!
Everyone else is welcome to try and contain both the axe and the dragon who has become a crowdsourced NPC.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Jul 16, 2017 19:05:29 GMT -6
Umbra | Servile SlaveUmbra smiled up at Caspian. He was so kind, he'd even let the colt go to his father. But, the rattling of the golden ax stopped him from taking a single step. The colt was frozen with worry. He watched as Caspian stepped closer to the shaking thing and Galloway protected his master from it. His eyes narrowed on the weapon. It was suspicious. Why was it shaking? Actually, why was it even there?
Alas, his thoughts were not able to continue, for the nearby window was shattered. Umbra ducked and let out a painfully high-pitched shriek as it flew in. Then the axe moved again. Everything seemed like it was falling into chaos. And there was nothing the little slave could do about it. So he cowered in a corner, watching everything happen with wide eyes.
His ears swiveled to Lady Scarlet as she spoke. Don't threaten the dragon? Who is crazy enough to do something like that!? Umbra thought to himself, unable to squeak out the words. His throat had tightened with fear and the tears came back. He shivered with fright as his eyes returned to the dragon. She was a sight to behold. But, she was terrifying.
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Post by noshik on Jul 16, 2017 20:50:58 GMT -6
G A B R I E L.
Everything felt quite numb and distant, as if he were beneath the water and the sounds and voices he heard weren't really there. The grey had crammed himself into the corner, rear planted into the wall so as not to possibly get in the way, cause a scene.
After all he was only here out of tradition and respect, and soon enough home would call and so would his bed. Time seemed to slip through him like water, only the rattling spooking him from his trance, pressing more firmly to the wall as somewhere, glass shattered and for all he knew chaos was erupting again, their great city was udner attack! That.. that...
"We need to contain the dragon, it merely looks scared,"
"A.. a dr-d-dragon?" His voice hardly carried, more a whisper as memories of fire followed by the sheer panic of the Briem episode filled his mind.
"Whats happening?! Wh-whats going on? Someone?" Panic brimmed and spilled over in his voice, sinking further and further onto his haunches as the unyielding wall provided more comfort than the black void that was the building, and the chaos it contained. |
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Jul 16, 2017 21:54:32 GMT -6
Beau | Noble | AodhThe night before had been a late one for the young Noble, he had been trying to sleep in his own room away from his parents for about a week and it was proving harder than he had originally thought. With them he felt so safe and knew no harm was to come to him...and even if it did, they would get through it together. Nightmares of Cultists and scary animals kept the young colt up while the moon hung in the sky to watch him toss and turn. Right before the sun made its appearance over the horizon, he managed to fall asleep.
It was his mother who woke him that morning, her soft, warm nose gracing his cheek. In his half awoken state, he managed to understand that he had to get up and ready to go in a timely manner. He was still tired from the night before, but he honored his mother's request without hesitation. The young Noble didn't even hear the ringing of the bells until he donned his gilded bridle. His small, slightly curled ears perked forward towards his window curiously, as he had never heard these bells before. They sounded more melancholy, very unlike the ones rung at The Crucible or any festivities. However he didn't investigate any further, instead he galloped out into the hall to catch up and leave the villa with his mother. To the castle they went, as did everyone else Beau noticed. Many worried faces. They all look so scared...what could have happened? he thought to himself as he stayed practically glued to Illoue's side.
'The King had been assassinated' everyone was repeating in disbelief, some with fear. Beau didn't know exactly what that word meant, but from the restlessness and upset of the crowd he guessed it wasn't good. Horses around him mentioned paying respects, asking who would lead...was King Amadeus dead? Beau's eyes grew wide and brimmed with tears. He had always dreamed of meeting Amadeus someday, he had only seen the boy King from a distance as he entered the Crucible and had been a fan ever since. Sadness clutched at his small heart, but he did not yet understand the fear others felt...he didn't understand that Amadeus hadn't just died, he had been murdered. Beau stuck close to his mother, one of his horns in her mane so he was able to stay close and guide her if need by. He knew he had to pull it together for her, if his eyes stayed teary he wouldn't be able to see either.
Though he was a bit smaller than the rest of the crowd, he could tell they were moving in the direction of the Ignis Sanctum, a place he had gone to with his mother before. It was a place of prayer, he learned. I'm sure we're going here to say goodbye to Amadeus and wish him well. He's with Ignacio now.
As they entered the Sanctum, he felt like someone was missing...there was no Flamen? This made him hesitate for a moment, but once his mother gave him an encouraging nudge, he went onward.
Not long after they had entered, a soft rattling that gradually grew louder reached his ears. His head shot up, his eyes and ears flitted around in every direction until he found the source of the sound...one of the beautiful relics in it's case. An axe. Beau knew from stories in one of his many books that axes in the wrong hands were dangerous. He kept close to Illoue and lifted his head closer to her ear as to not disturb anyone if they were still mourning rather than focused on the sound.
"It's one of the relics in the case, mom. The ax, it's shaking around. Everyone around it seems surprised, I don't think they're moving it. It's almost like it's moving on it's own!" he murmured, a note of fear in his soft voice.
The next few moments passed by in a blur. A stained glass window to his left and the axe's case to his right both shattered, scattering glass pieces around. Beau jumped, but didn't panic and spook away from his mother. He stayed pressed close to her, hoping to keep her calm. All of these sounds all around must be scary if you can't see where they're coming from very well..or if you have to run. But suddenly, there was a large (or at least large to the colt) dark shape in the room, flailing about and creating a lot of noise. The child's heart started racing in his chest as he saw the shape, not much smaller than himself, running around and the axe that had been shaking before was now flying across the room! His breath began coming faster and his knees began to quake...but he had to stay strong for his mom, especially since his dad wasn't present. The ax seemed planted in a wall after it flew, so naturally Beau's eyes landed on the dark shape screeching and flopping about. It didn't take long for the shape to register...Dragon!
"Mom, the axe is moving around out of the case on it's own and there's a dragon in here too! It's bigger than the ones Francisca has at the Familiar E-Emporium." he said a bit louder to be heard above the chaos, trying to keep his voice from shaking and keep an eye on the dragon.
The more he looked at it, the more it seemed familiar. The eyes! They were clouded, not unlike his mother's! "I think it's blind, Mom...it's eyes are cloudy and it's bumping into things...And it sounds scared." Beau's clear voice was directed towards his mother, but he made sure it was loud enough to carry to another Noble nearby who seemed to be panicking a little...and also was blind. Instantly he felt for the stallion, he seemed to be completely blind while his mother could make out shapes. Lack of sight would not make the task of calming the dragon and containing the axe easier, that was for sure. Though he was very young, he felt the need to step up and help. He had his eyes, and he wasn't afraid! He would be brave like his dad and make sure everyone was ok!
No, the dragon wasn't attacking anyone. The sounds it was making didn't seem to be to intimidate anyone...they actually sounded like crying, like how he had cried when he thought he had lost his parents at the market once. Beau kept his tail tightly between his legs and his body up against his mother's, but his fearful heart began to return to a more normal pace. Childlike empathy kicked in, and he wanted to help the dragon calm down, just like how he helped his dad calm down sometimes.
Very slowly, Beau extended his neck in the direction of the dragon a little in order to get a better sense of it...how it smelled, how it sounded, in order to see how he might be able to help. He knew he could if he set his mind to it, especially since the creature was just young, blind and afraid..not dangerous. His ears turned towards Lady Scarlet and the others to see what they would do.
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jul 17, 2017 7:58:20 GMT -6
= LADY ILOUE DELALUNE =
"Oh my darling, it's true. Beautiful things have dents and scratches too."
WC: 334 | Post #2"The axe relic? Moving on its own?" she echoed as her son did his best to explain everything to her. The next thing she heard was a zooming through the room, followed by a harsh metal clang. If that wasn't enough to startle her, suddenly an explosion of glass shattering rang through the sanctum hall and caused her to flinch harshly, instinctively and immediately wrapping her tail around Beau's. She could hear his quickened breaths beside her and a deep panic flashed in the core of her stomach. He fumbled over his words, explaining that not only was the axe flying through the room unbidden of its own free will, but now a dragon was crashing through the hall! With every movement and sound, she jolted her head in different directions trying to see, but her body remained frozen in place. She should have brought someone of the household along with her, she cursed internally. How was she going to protect her only son in such a dangerous situation?!
Beau noted that he thought the creature was scared, and blind. She didn't question his judgement on either, but still felt the urge to move away from the rather frantic black form. Others around them cried out in confusion, some in warning that they should be careful but it didn't seem like the creature meant harm. She looked around, and could vaguely make out one of the sanctum pillars close by. Quickly, she ushered the boy along with her as she hid behind it, half crouching. "Even if the dragon is just as afraid as we are, the axe is out of control Beau!" she urged, pulling him close to her side and placing herself between him and the danger.
"What do we do?" she called out as calmly as she could, trying to spot where everyone was now in the room.
"Where is the Flamen?"
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Jul 17, 2017 18:31:23 GMT -6
The calamity that followed the few moments after her question was asked caused the blacksmith to jump back several steps to avoid the shattering glass and rampaging baby dragon. Moonrise only needed a short glance to realize that this dragon was none other than the small hatchling that she had watched hatch three months ago. Immediately she jumped into action.
"Everyone back! She's blind and scared, I don't want anyone hurt."
After that was shouted, the mare carefully approached the panicked hatchling. She made a series of non-threatening coo's that she recalled reading pygmy dragon moms made to their eggs. Though the child's voice was a strange one, it was close enough to a pygmy dialect to understand.
"It's OK now little one, settle down you are safe here."
As she murmured those words, she extended her neck towards the pony sized dragon, offering herself to be sniffed. She hoped that her scent of the forge would help the blind chick. Memories of the cavern three months back sent a slight shiver down her spine. What was the hatchling doing here? For that matter, where was she being kept...
how'd she get out?
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jul 17, 2017 20:32:51 GMT -6
Tatiana | Aodh | Kindling
Tatiana had bowed her head in a silent prayer with her mother by her side when a great commotion had interrupted her mourning. Her head lifted just in time to see an ax that was hanging on the wall shake as if one of the horses around it were trying to get it off of its display. Something was strange about the situation though. The horses standing around it seemed just as confused as her, but could the ax really have been moving by itself? She paused, trying to see if an earthquake was shaking the ground around her as well, but everything was still in the Sanctum.
Almost as soon as she opened her mouth to describe what was happening to her mother, Vincent, everything seemed to erupt into chaos. The ax threw itself across the hall and into a wall near her, causing her to backpedal against Vincent, and when she looked over at the horses by the ax's display, they were just as shocked as she was. This wasn't making any sense at all! "Mom, did you see that ax?! It threw itself!" She exclaimed, taking a small, hesitant step toward the ax to investigate further when there was a deafening crash.
Tatiana threw herself against the wall behind her, prepared for the shattered glass to be thrown in her direction but instead it bounced harmlessly on the floor in front of taloned feet. She felt her heart begin to race as she looked at the beautiful, black scales of the creature that stood before her. It was a dragon but nothing like the cute, little pygmies that she adored so much. This one had to be the size of a horse! "Mom, that's a dragon. Like a big dragon. " She stated, her jaw dropping and her eyes gazing at the winged beast in awe and fascination. Oh if only it didn't look so terrified and... blind? Its eyes looked clouded over, and it seemed to rely more on its sense of smell as it began to sniff at the air and make sharp, frightened noises. "I think it's scared."
It was then that someone in the building began to walk toward the frightened, young dragon, her steps were slow and cautious. Tatiana bit her lip, wanting desperately for the stranger to be able to calm the dragon so that maybe she'd get the chance to look at it a little closer. As the other mare offered the dragon comforting cooing sounds, Tatiana was reminded of the ax embedded in the wall near them. "Mom, I think we should get away from this ax. I-it could come off the wall again and do something." She said, not wanting Vincent to be hurt by the out-of-control blade.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 18, 2017 21:21:20 GMT -6
Galloway | Pit SlaveNothing could be done though for the damage that came flying in through a stain glass window. Not at all visibly shaken, Gallow kept his master between whatever it was and instantly tensed. He wasn't a well-known pit fighter for nothing. As the winged creature came shrieking in the axe went flying, nicking Gallow's flank just barely before it buried itself deeply into a wall on the other side of the room. Absolutely bewildered, with all stimulants running at a hundred percent, Gallow could just barely contain himself. All around him, time slowed and he took what he could into his mind.
The creature was a dragon. At least ten times bigger than the little pygmies he saw often in Valore, but a dragon none the less. Lady Scarlette was shouting for everyone to get back and Gallow had no problem with that. But her other comments went against his better judgement. He wanted to fight it. He didn't understand it was only a baby; he could only see the possible danger it contained. And as that realization dawned on him, he quickly began searching the room for his son. He spotted Umbra shoveled into a corner hiding from the chaos. His heart lurched at the sight and his parental instincts were on overdrive. Luckily he had an understanding master and his bridle didn't completely cut off his Blessing. He threw a force field over his son and hoped that Lady Scarlette could take care of herself. The bridle would only allow one sturdy force field to be summoned.
The larger mare who smelled like brimestone and metal had taken the first step of controlling the situation. She approached the dragon and began talking softly to it. Gallow's ears flattened against his head at the impending doom of such a bold step. He hoped she wasn't making a mistake. She had to have an advantage if she was going to put herself in its direct path. Especially a path the dragon couldn't see.
Gallow didn't know what he could do to help, but he knew having the bridle on wasn't going to do it. There were so many horses inside the walls of the sanctum, chaos was slowly turning into a careful terror as everyone did their best to stay out of the way or help. There were so many young horses here as well. Finally he turned to his master; "Lady Scarlette, I'm going to need this bridle off. I can only create one force field with it on. And that mare over there may need protection if her plan goes wrong. I'm not going anywhere while you and my son are in danger."
Gallow wanted to move to his son so bad, but he knew he needed that permission first. For now he hoped the force field would keep his son safe. The dragon's wings lurched haphazardly as it tried to figure out its own situation. One wrong lurch and someone could be gutted by it's wing claw, tail or regular claws.
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Nebula
My love it kills me slowly, slowly I could die.
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Post by twilightmustang on Jul 20, 2017 12:34:56 GMT -6
 GUINEVERE
My love it kills me slowly, slowly I could die.
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Guinevere wasn’t quite sure if even a lover’s whisper could match the sweetness of the bells that woke her from her slumber on that fateful morning in Eithne.
THE KING IS DEAD.
The puppet whose impotence resulted in the barbaric branding of her slave was no more. Aodh was changing, more rapidly than she could have ever dreamed it would. The nobles would certainly find another marionette to dance to their wicked whims within time, but there was no escaping the inevitable chaos that would ensue in the interim.
After allowing herself a few moments of rapturous delight in the regicide, she was suddenly barraged with thoughts of Brutus. He had certainly heard the bells, but what had he made of the information? He was never in his quarters at this hour, as he spent much of his time in the training pits, and perhaps…perhaps if she got to him before anyone else did she might be able to talk him into an encore performance of the Crucible’s Grand Reopening.
Guinevere donned a black veil of mourning before diving into the streets thronged with the bereaved subjects of the boy king. The diaphanous black fabric would help conceal the nefarious grin she was struggling to keep off her face while also disguising her as a pious artisan on her way to Ignis Sanctum to pay her respects. She had no real desire to stop in the glittering shrine to the city’s fire god, but knew all too well that a good alibi was the best defense should plans go awry.
Five minutes of feigned remorse, the Marwari told herself. Make an appearance, shed a tear or two, and by Ignacio try NOT to gloat too obviously.
The mare stepped into the temple, the very image (or so she thought) of a lady bereft. But something was wrong, and she quickly realized her performance was going to be quite overlooked.
Not only was the Flamen absent, but a very perturbed relic seemed to be having its way with the wall. Remnants of a stain glass window flashed on the ground, which was, in Guinevere’s opinion, exceptionally strange. Perhaps a few rioters had tossed a stone or tw-
Dragon.
There was a large dragon in the middle of the room. A dozen or so horses stood a generous distance back from the obsidian mass, and Guinevere cursed every god whose name she could recall that her slave wasn’t by her side. She wanted nothing more than to extract herself from the situation, but knew all too well that one wrong move might land her in a predicament similar to Simeon’s.
“What is someone’s deranged familiar doing desecrating the holy sanctum of Ignis” she breathed, exasperation lacing her every word.
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 20, 2017 18:00:20 GMT -6
Vincent
Pressing close to Tati and gently pressing their head against the girls, Vincent sighed softly. Tatianna may have had the body of an eighteen-year old, but to them she was still their little girl, innocent to the world. Looking up at the tall windows of the sanctum, Vincent shook their head "I am not so sure, little star. There is lady Lilith and her children but... I do not know who is going to be taking over as king." Pursing her lips, Vincent let out another sigh and pondered the thought for a moment. who would be taking over as king? Most of the royal family was gone, or unwelcome. There was the council, but how would they decide? It was a troubling thought.
But then suddenly they were torn from their thoughts, gasping as something large crashed through the glass windows, sending glittering pieces of glass all over the place. Pulling Tati back, Vincent's mouth hung agape as they stared at it, only to shriek quickly as an axe flew past, embedding itself in the wall. Lurching forward they grabbed Tati, pulling her away from the vibrating axe "Tatianna don't go near it!" they exclaimed, quickly looking back at the dragon. Multiple horses surrounded it, one even stepping close and offering their scent. Nodding at their daughter's words, Vincent began to step back, eyes fixated on the ornate axe.
As a new voice rang out, Vincent snapped their head to the door, snorting as another mare stepped in and made her appearance known. Flicking back their ears, Vincent shook their head in disbelief and directed their words to the newcomer "It is not someone's overfed pygmy! Anyone in their right mind could see that." they replied, eyes shifting back to the small dragon.
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Post by noshik on Jul 21, 2017 0:22:39 GMT -6
G A B R I E L
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It was difficult for the arab to piece together what was happening, but for all he could tell there was a dragon, a large one at that, somewhere in this bloody echoing room.
An axe? He couldn't tell as his own heartbeat seemed to be drowning out the sound of anything else within the room. He pressed his shoulder more firmly to the wall and attempted to make way towards the scattered voices, away from what he was sure was danger, away from the thudding of the wall.
Maybe that was the axe.
Yeah.
The lack of answers, a response in general, did little to quell his panic, and the boy took comfort in each quivering step that brought him closer to 'safety'.
"How.. w-where is someone? A-a-anyone?" Traveling out into a sea of darkness proved too much, not without some sort of lifeline. This wasn't the well memorized layout of his home, he had no guide. Getting here was hard enough.
"I.. I can't see!"
More panic, weight shifting from hoof too hoof as he tried to gauge where to go, shuffling out a few feet only to be sent shuffling back into the wall as he met the crunch of glass beneath his feet.
Here was fine... it.. things were calming down now weren't they?
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OOC: oNE Of these days I'll have the mental energy for an actual adultTM post. With like paragraphs and stuff.
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 22, 2017 20:57:04 GMT -6
LADY SCARLETTE ARDOR
NOBLE || PLOT LEADER "Gabriel!" Scarlet keyed in to the other stallion, one she was familiar to be... less than collected in such situations, and instantly called for him. His blindness would make him dangerous to all around, seeing as he ran the chance of putting everyone at risk. Of the other blind mare, Iloue, Beau, her child had appeared to taken to her easily and commanded a calm presence despite being so young. The pair moved to hide behind a pillar, and the Lady instantly felt a surge of hopefulness. Perhaps, with this group proving already to be quite adaptive and resourceful, they would get out with minor issues. "Where is the Flamen?" Iloue called, making Scarlet flick her ears towards the voice even as she had turned her eyes away from the safe couplet. "He is likely still at the Palace courtyard, perhaps aiding with the funeral arrangements?" She turned her attention back to Gabriel even as Galloway pushed her out of the way again, his blessing rippling intensely. Without even a thought she unclasped the bridle, placing all of her trust in her beloved servant. "Go protect them, I'm going to attempt to aide Gabriel." She didn't give the pit fighter another chance to argue, pressing her muzzle affectionately into his shoulder and then sweeping past towards the glass-riddled corner that Gabriel stood within. The dragon remained frantic, her wings and tail still frantically knocking about int he beautiful temple, though her head briefly swayed to the horses attempting to calm her. Everything remained frantically unfamiliar, except... except she could in fact recognize someone... not enough, however, to put her at ease. Scarlet turned from the dragon and looked instead to the axe. The Lady passed into the corner the noble Gabriel stood, "Calm down dear, remember me? We were in the tunnels together and we made it out then and we'll be fine now." She tentatively let her telekinetic touch lay across the noble's shoulder. "There's glass in front of you though, and I feel much too close to the axe." Scarlet said warily, "Let's start moving this way, follow my voice somewhat?" Guinevere had entered the temple judging by the loud voice and then responding shout from Vincent. Scarlet ignored both and looked back towards Gabe, then Lord Caspian. "Lord Caspian, perhaps you can see if the axe can be overpowered? Or–" The Lady's voice trailed off somewhat as she watched the horses continue to approach the dragon, her eyes seeking not only Galloway but also the young colt she had figured to be his son. "Or something." She finished distractedly, turning from the scene and back to leading Gabe with the soft tutting of her tongue. words: 544 ||| Remember that our dragon and our axe are crowd-controlled NPCs. You do not have to wait for my posts to get a reaction from either the axe or the dragon, you are free to do so in your posts. Again, all that is asked to remain constant is that our dragon has toddler-level sentience, is blind, and is scared, so reflect it in your own posts that include her movements and reactions. Same for the axe! It is currently humming, still embedded in the wall (at the moment), but once approached will begin to swing at the offender violently!
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Post by MapleEgg on Jul 22, 2017 21:13:11 GMT -6
Caspian of Cygnus | Lord | Aodh
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"To banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality." - John Ruskin
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The crunch of glass underhoof in all this chaos made Caspian's ears perk. Just in time to feel it rain down near and around him. A dragon?! He stood simply shocked at first. Staring up at the beast before them, the fear bled from the dragon and his mind began to soften as other's words broke into his head.
"Lord Caspian, perhaps you can see if the axe can be overpowered? Or– Or something."
He nodded, Lady Scarlette snapped him from his stupor and he realigned his focus. At first he felt the urge to help those, like the blind horse who now Scarlette herself was trying to help. No good would be done there and he was not even sure what was happening behind them. Hopefully people were taking cover. The axe then. Pulling from his reserves of noble confidence he cautiously began to move to the humming weapon that stuck blade first into the wall but as he moved closer it shook more violently. Glancing back at the noble lady he took note of their positions and then looked back to the axe. In a quick leap he attempted to hold power over the handle with his telekinesis but a sudden thrust back made Caspian's head spin with the mental effort. It was no use, the field of power from Caspian left and the axe vibrated free and was headed straight for him. In a bolt of instinct he twisted his upper shoulders and neck. He felt the blade of the axe swipe near his face and a hot line cross the breast of his shoulder. He bared teeth and followed his momentum away from the blade. He know there was some sort of wound on his chest but he dare not look. It didn't feel deep, it just felt damned hot and as wetness pooled below it he knew it wouldn't look pretty. He spun his rear around and found the axe. It thrummed hotly in the air, facing him. Narrowing his eyes and began to sidestep it, it followed in the opposite direction just like a sparring partner. Caspian kept his cirlcling, would he really have to fight a weild-less axe? How could you win? Regardless he glanced to the room and needed them to be safe. Caspian called out in a loud voice.
"Careful everyone, the axe is free! Don't get near, it seems to go after those nearest!" Movement caught his eye and he quick stepped away from another slicing movement from the weapon. This time unharmed. He tried yet again to use his mental powers to wield the axe but it just pushed off his attempts. "Its being controlled... i think, by something stronger that my own power... if i can i will try and pin the blade somehow" That last bit was said softer, not really meant for anyone.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Jul 22, 2017 21:18:07 GMT -6
Beau | Noble | Aodh
Tremors of fear continued to cause the young colt's knees to shake, but he kept a brave face for his mother. He had so wanted to help Gabriel who couldn't see, but also the dragon. However it seemed that everything was too unsure right now for the likes of a newborn child to be of much help. He stayed close to his mother as she urged him along to one of the large, decorative but sturdy pillars and hid between her and the stone. The dragon was whimpering and scampering around near some of the other older horses, effectively keeping Beau's attention. His ears stayed flicked in the direction of the axe, humming threateningly as it broke free of the wall and began swinging at one of the other noble stallions. And on top of this, according to Lady Scarlet, the Flamen wasn't going to be around to offer assistance...they would have to handle this on their own. A small wave of frustration rippled through the colt, causing him to lash his tail once.
"If only I was grown I could do something to help...my mother, the others or the dragon." he thought helplessly and continued to listen to and watch the events unfolding around him, his body pressed between his mother and cold stone.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Jul 23, 2017 14:45:41 GMT -6
Umbra | Servile | SlaveUmbra watched in terror as the whole scene went down. Despite how calm almost everyone was, he felt like everything was in chaos. But, the poor colt was so panicked on his own that he was clearly just projecting his own fear into the room. Sure, there were a couple others who seemed distraught, but for the most part everyone knew what they were doing. Umbra's eyes scanned the crowd, trying to discern what everyone else was doing. A newcomer came in, complaining about the poor dragon. Then there was a crazy mare who walked up to the baby dragon. She sounded like she was trying to talk to it in its own language. That was... weird. But, maybe it would work. Then there was a blind mare being told of events by her young son. There was another blind stallion a little too close to everything. There was... Where's dad!? Where's Caspian!? The foal searched for them with his heart racing. Just in that moment, a red bubble seemed to form around Umbra. That's when he spotted his dad. The big stallion was protecting him. The next thing he knew, Galloway had his bridle off to protect more than just Umbra. The colt wanted to smile, his dad was so selfless and cool, but he was still to afraid. Finally, Umbra saw his master. Caspian was certainly the craziest of them all. He was going for the axe. Umbra watched as the item began to shake even more, then it pulled loose. "Lord Caspian! Nooo!" He finally found his voice, but it was too late. The axe struck his lord. Lucky for Caspian, it wasn't a deep wound. But, he still seemed to be going for it. "Lord Caspian! It's dangerous!" He shouted, not wanting to see the stallion struck again. The next time might not go as smoothly. Umbra felt hot tears streaming down his cheeks. He was so scared and there was nothing he could do to help anyone. He was just a coward in a bubble, who was too small to do anything. If only he were bigger.
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Nebula
My love it kills me slowly, slowly I could die.
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Post by twilightmustang on Jul 23, 2017 15:07:11 GMT -6
GUINEVERE
My love it kills me slowly, slowly I could die.
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Guinevere pinned her ears and snapped her tail flippantly. Her specific brand of sarcasm often went unappreciated and yet being misunderstood still aggravated her. How daft did the sugilite horned artisan think she really was? The mare knew she wasn’t necessarily the most beloved member of Aodh (especially after the spectacle at the Crucible’s Grand Re-Opening), but she loathed being underestimated, regardless of how well these miscalculations served her in the long run.
It took quite a bit of self-restraint to hold her tongue-instead Gwen settled on a slightly exaggerated eye roll before shooting Vincent a venomous look. It was almost comical how, in a room full of homicidal weapons and distraught dragons, a helpful parent came to bear the brunt of Guinevere’s wrath.
The streak of cardinal red blood dripping from the chest of a noble snapped her out of her sedative obsession and the reality of the larger situation dawned on her once again. Lady Scarlette (bless her. Perhaps she deserved to be spared.), was attempting to lead the trembling Gabriel to safety. Something about that rose grey tugged at her heartstrings, and stirred within her the desire to be useful. Her company, however, seemed motivated by little more than martyrdom as they (stupidly) threw themselves at the possessed relic. She sighed deeply, resigning herself to what she was about to say.
“Perhaps Lord Caspian is right, and this ax is being controlled by… something too powerful for one man to subdue on his own. It might serve us to pool our sensibilities together and come up with another plan for pacification?”
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 24, 2017 0:33:54 GMT -6
Galloway | Pit Slave
Galloway thanked the gods he had such a master. Thoughts of what his escape would mean for her haunted the recesses of his mind. But it wasn't important. As soon as his bridle fell his force fields grew deeper in red. So far he was only concerned with his son. The mare trying to calm the dragon was his second concern. Well that was until he spotted Umbra's master, Lord Caspian, fighting a floating axe. Gallow couldn't believe it. Exasperated at the idiocy in the room, Gallow quickly trotted over to Umbra. He was shouting at Lord Caspian, fear perceptible beneath his words. As he came to Umbra's side he nuzzled him, feeling him shake a little. "Hey bud, you doing alright? Stick by me okay? We'll figure this out." He set a stern look over the events of the room. He released his force field around Umbra now that his could use his body as a shield. He needed to take a breather anyway or he wouldn't be able to use them for when things got really bad. As he stood protectively around Umbra, he surveyed the room. He could care less what these other nobles were doing or who they were. He had only concerns for two horses out of this whole room. But he had to take stock of who was useful and who would only cause more problems. So far it was three horses who were the most concern. Lady Scarlette was assisting one of them and the other two were a mare and a young foal. He could tell from the horse with Lady Scarlette and the mare that they were just as blind as the dragon. How fitting of it to crash among this group of people. He rolled his eyes at the way the gods seemed to run things. Behind him somewhere he heard an annoyed mares voice, turning, he found a familiar face. It was Brutus' master. She was quite a pretty face and he knew very good to her pit fighter. Gallow couldn't quite put a name her though, but all the same appreciated her frank words. He gave a small smile and turned to Lord Caspian himself. "I agree with the lady over there. I can offer my force fields, Lord Caspian. Maybe that can contain the item until we can get a hold of it. Or at least prevent it from scaring any other horse." A dragon was one thing, but an axe with a desire to destroy was much worse. They had no idea what it was that controlled it or why. It was also most definitely small enough to get to anyone. At least the dragon kept itself contained with its size. And as he was thinking of it, it's tail came swinging much to close to him and the others around him. He threw up a force field and felt the force of it deflected form its surface. He heaved a little as he let go of the force field. "We'll have to be quick about this. I can't hold them against a strong force for too long." Gallow grimaced at his own ineptitude. He hoped if they needed him he could deliver.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jul 25, 2017 18:40:30 GMT -6
Tatiana | Aodh | Kindling
Tatiana could feel fear tighten her muscles and adrenaline pump into her blood, making her feel jittery and ready to run as fast as she could at a moment's notice. Everything happening around her was unbelievable, and she found it difficult to wrap her mind around it all and make decisions at the same time. If it weren't for her mother's gentle touch that set her into motion, the unicorn mare probably would have been whipped by the fearful dragon's tail as she flung it senselessly around the temple as she spun around in a wild panic.
Watching the events unfold around her, Tatiana set to work thinking of a way to help with something. Her eyes looked over at the mare who had approached the frightened dragon and offered herself to be smelled by the large, scaled creature. Hope grew inside her when the dragon stopped momentarily to sniff, almost as if she recognized her somehow, but the moment was over quickly at the blind beast was on a rampage once more, stepping in the broken glass around her feet. 'She's going to hurt herself even more, and someone else.' Tatiana thought fearfully, not knowing what to do for the scared dragon. Instead, she turned her attention to the ax as a horse by the name of Caspian tried to stop it only to be wounded by the swinging blade as his telekinesis failed to win control over the deadly weapon. She felt her breath catch in her throat as blood dripped from the wounds, and her eyes widened in terror. They had to do something to stop this thing or it was going to kill someone.
It was then that an idea popped into Tatiana's mind and she began looking around her for something that she could use. Her eyes settled on a broken piece of wood from what appeared to once have been part of some sort of seat and turned toward the horses standing nearby. "Do you think we could get the ax to stick itself into this wood like it got stuck to the wall before? Then maybe we could tie it up and weigh it down or throw it into a room by itself somewhere until we figure out what to do with it?" Tatiana said to no one in general, questioning whether these adults would even listen to a would-be grown-up like herself.
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Post by noshik on Jul 28, 2017 1:55:14 GMT -6
Ears flicking forward for almost a second before returning to scanning the room as a voice broke through chaos. The tunnels? Memories were purposefully fuzzy as he spent man an hour trying to forget. How ironic he'd run into another from such a horrid time once again? He was beginning to think leaving his house only ended in catastrophe, and that becoming a recluse hardly seemed all that terrible.
"There's glass in front of you though, and I feel much too close to the axe." Scarlet said warily, "Let's start moving this way, follow my voice somewhat?"
He shifted against the wall, skin flicking at the brief touch before shifting forward at the brief suggestion. "O-O.. Okay.. I can do that, I th-t-think." He shuffled after the sound of the mare, the tutting sound that wafted after her, steps high and reaching in effort to find anything that may cause a spill, or if the earth was suddenly going to drop from beneath him.
"Thank you."
He murmured suddenly skittering sideways as stray glass crunched beneath his hooves, nervously drifting back to Scarlett, tail plastered across his back. "We'll be ok wont we?"
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OOC: I'M SORRY I FORGOT TO POST. I Actually forgot about the chapter please shoot me i am a shame.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Jul 29, 2017 19:52:17 GMT -6
There was a flicker of hope in Moonrise's soul as the dragon seemed to start calming down. That hope died down a little when she didn't recognize her enough. Disappointed but not giving up, the mare began to rustle through her saddle bags to see if she still had anything inside from when she'd gone down into the chambers. At the bottom she found what she was looking for, that necklace she'd been gifted with so they could see. The imbued blessing was gone at this point, and she really had no use for it, but she slid it over her neck and followed the dragon as it scrambled for a less chaotic place to be. As the hatchling wheeled back towards her she gently began making the crooning noises again, this time with an added half step forward. Slowly she inched closer to the baby dragon, allowing her enough personal space but keeping a measured distance between them. Using her new blessing, she slightly ignited the ground beneath her hooves as she walked, just enough for the baby to smell the scent of smoke, but not enough to alarm the others nearby.
Slowly the pair continued this dance, Moonrise careful not to make any sudden loud noises that might send the baby into a fresh tantrum.
"It's alright little one, I will not harm you, come closer and I'll protect you from all those loud noises." She murmured, taking another step as the hatchling slowed her movements in favor of listening to the noises coming from the blacksmith's mouth.
"Follow my voice little one." she said, barely containing her adrenaline rush inside as she struggled to keep her voice even. Ceasing her speaking and returning to clicks and more dragonish sounding noises she was still as a statue as the dragon child waddled forward, issuing it's own small set of chirps. She was glad her nerves were being kept under control and that this dragon was blind, she didn't want to think about what the baby's reaction would have been if she could see that Moonrise wasn't actually another dragon... or if she saw the axe.
When the hatchling was within touching distance, she slowly guided the hatchling along to her side with a few gentle nudges of her teke.
Looking around to make sure that she or the dragon were not in imediate danger of the axe, the obsidian colored mare gently lowered her face to the dragon's ear.
"Are you hurt dear? What scared you?"
The artisan bit her lip, hoping that the dragon understood her words.
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Post by mythicalprancer on Aug 2, 2017 13:14:57 GMT -6
= LADY ILOUE DELALUNE =
"Oh my darling, it's true. Beautiful things have dents and scratches too."
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The Noble lady stood frozen in fear darting her head around, ears flinching in all directions. She kept Beau determinedly between her and the pillar, having no way of knowing whatsoever what was going on around them. She didn't feel it fair to keep questioning her son when she could feel from his tense little muscles that he was afraid. Individuals around her began speaking amongst themselves but it didn't do much to clarify anything for her. All she knew was that Lord Caspian had attempted to control the situation with the axe, whilst a mare was cooing at the dragon trying to calm it. If they were successful, she couldn't tell. The helplessness, the uselessness she felt coursed through her body with intense anxiety but she tried to keep her calm for him. All she could think of was how much she wished her husband was here. If she had only awoken Kanu this morning, he would be here to ensure their child's safety. To be her anchor when her frustration with lack of sight made tears sting her eyes.
"Beau, I'm so sorry. T-there's nothing I can do- Please, Ignacio I beg you to keep him safe..." the cremello mare nudged him to lay close to the ground as she sunk down with him, doing everything she could to cover his body with hers. Quiet chants of prayer, begging for Beau to leave her unscathed flowed from her trembling lips. Never had she felt so powerless and frail, the fate of her only child left to the mercy of those she barely knew. Who was to say they would think of putting themselves in harm's way when they had no reason to care about what happened to them? This was the only thing she could do, running only brought them at further risk.
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