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Post by Dry-oasis on Jul 15, 2017 12:10:49 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 406: Preparing For Battle
Leader: Syria
Participants: Katarina, Saleina, Kilorn, Jinni, Aragon, Crescent, Xer, Basil, Booker, Leviticus
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 or doing something with another character!
- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone.
- You must reach the end of the plot to receive chapter rewards.
- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't.
Prompt: Syria narrowly escaped from being stuck in Aodh during the war and she has returned home to the desert with valuable intel that can help the Serorans when the war arrives.
Time Of Day: Noon
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Post by Dry-oasis on Jul 15, 2017 13:11:50 GMT -6
Syria | Ambassador to Aodh The heat of the day brought the red mare some sense of comfort as she closed her eyes, her mind drifting back to the last time she was in Aodh. It was something else, and she was lucky enough to be warned that if she remained there any longer, she would have been a prisoner of war. A single shudder fell down her spine, no she couldn’t and wouldn’t. Luckily it seemed the Gods watched over her, allowed to escape and board a boat of a notorious rogue. The ride was something else, and Syria couldn’t help but chuckle. Opening her eyes she walked onwards to where the warriors have met up together in hopes to discuss battle tactics and new ways of fighting. This was something new to Syria, she never really had to do training such as this, to lead as if she was high on the consul, but Syria had knowledge on Aodh, and has been there to witness what they are made of and what they could do. With determination, Syria moved onwards quickly and as she reached the warriors, she dipped her head respectfully to them. “Incase some of us do not know well, I’m Syria. I’d like for everyone to inform me of their names and how long they have been in the position they have been.” she offered a light smile to them, but still her eyes held a steely gaze to them. Syria would need the most trained fighters to help with demonstrating some of the new moves they would be learning as well as help discussing ways to bet Aodh at their own game of wars. If Aodh wanted a war, then so be it. Syria would make sure these warriors would find the weak link in their armor. |
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Post by grumpyhyena on Jul 15, 2017 14:31:47 GMT -6
Basyl | Fleet Foot
The day had been as hot as ever, but the weight of it had felt.. different. Like the sky had become heavier with dread. Basyl had gotten the notice early in the morning. The ambassador was back from Valore, plans needed to be made and Serora couldn't be caught unprepared. The world was on the brink of shattering as the herds prepared for war. But despite the strain of trepidation, Basyl had to defend her herd. The moment the sun rose, streaking in through the thin cotton curtains of her home, she was up. Preparing was easy. Bracers on, Chai woken up and the motley pair, horse and lizard, were off. Crowded together the band of scouts and warriors alike were waiting. Chai, the large black lizard, hung out, sprawled against Basyl's back. And it was the lizard that seemed to notice the red mare first. Syria trotted in and seemed better off than Basyl would have assumed for a horse that had been held captive by the Aodhians. Basyl bobbed her head down in return to Syria. At Syria's question Basyl raised her head glancing back and forth to her companions watching them closely. With the onset of silence, she spoke up, "My name is Basyl, Fleet Foot. I've been one for about two years now." she said her voice echoing against the expansive sky. |
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jul 15, 2017 15:00:47 GMT -6
| Katarina Iron Hoof WC: 292 // Post #1 |
Today was a battle day. Not a true battle per say, but a battle nonetheless. Planning was a battle in and of itself, everyone wishing their voices to be heard, figuring out others strengths and weaknesses, where to place everyone. That was always the hardest part. Fighting was easy. Dealing with people, not so much.
But it didn't really matter right in this moment, she reasoned. gathering with her fellow warriors. Some were familiar, some not so much, but if your a Seroran, you basically know everyone anyways. Though, names were another thing she reckoned.
It wasn't long once everyone had gathered, when the Ambassador finally showed her face among the bristling warriors. Kat herself had chosen to wear her armor, though light, it defended her in her weak spots. The wings of her helmet weren't just for decoration, recently sharpened for the occasion. Never know what could happen, right? Especially secret information meetings. They have a tendency to be targets of unwanted guests.
The Ambassador introduced herself as Syria. A beautiful name at that, she reckoned, waiting as another beat Kat to the punch. A young mare by the name of Basyl, a Fleet Foot at that. Kat figured there were warriors from all sects, but she didn't spot any other pegasi. As far as she knew, all the other pegasi warriors were Furies, and they were off on a different task.
"I go by Katarina. I've been an Iron Hoof for about 8 years now. Welcome Syria." She lowered her head slightly to the young ambassador, a small smile on her lips. Kat had the feeling that Syria was a dedicated individual, like herself, and not because she risked her life to bring back the valuable information that she held. |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jul 15, 2017 16:05:56 GMT -6
Crescent watched Syria, her darker muzzle scrunching a bit. Her eyes lightly narrowed, before she too was speaking. Something about her made her trust waver. Maybe it was the fact she was from Aodh. But that was prejudiced Crescent!, some would say. Well give her a break. It had been a hard few months.
"Crescent Fallabor. Been a Fleetfoot for 'bout 4 or 5 years" She said, tail swishing across her hocks. One ear swiveled forwards. Two other horses spoke before her. Basyl and Katrina. She would remember those names. Milo chirped at her, causing her muzzle to turn towards her familiar. The cheetah was sprawled across her back like an exotic coat.
She softly nodded to him. Just in case. Then, she turned her attention frontwards. Milo shifted on her back, and she shuffled her hooves.
Something about today set her jaw on edge, trembling softly. Her scars twinged and the Seroran sun baked those under it. It was normal. But, she was paranoid. She bent her head to rub her muzzle against a leg. Maybe that would help
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Post by taebun on Jul 16, 2017 5:56:38 GMT -6
Jinni | Serora | Iron Hoof
The dark warrior remained mostly silent, only her gaze wandered, moving from one horse to another. She recognized her fellow iron hooves and several fleet feet, but she couldn't put names to their faces, at least not quite yet. One ear twitched as the red mare spoke and Jinni turned her head towards her, narrowing her eyes ever slightly against the sun's rays. She listened carefully as those of her company introduced themselves before her; Basyl, Katarina and Cresent. With a pause amongst the introductions she gave a quick sweep at the others yet to do so before she dipped her head respectfully towards Syria. "My name is Jinni." She began simply, raising her bald head and blinking her golden eyes slowly. "I have been in my position for roughly ten years now." Jinni released a breath through her nostrils, trying to ease her nerves. There were many good horses here and some that she considered young to be tossed into the fray of war. But that decision wasn't up to her. She knew very well that each and every Seroran would do anything to defend their home and peaceful way of life. That was what she herself was here for - that was what she had spent all her life training for.
In returning to her silence she closed her eyes for a brief moment, bringing attention to the ache in her gut that nearly made her feel sick. She had been in her rank for many years but never had she been called to war. Words had been tried and now there was only one solution; blood must be spilled. At least Jinni could take relief in knowing that her apprentice Leif and his father, her good friend Ryder, were safe and far from the front lines.
The bay mare politely awaited the introductions from the others her focus turned to the mare standing a several feet beside her - Cresent. She was a fairly small mare and Jinni watched her lower her head to rub at her leg. Comforting wasn't her strong suit but she would be lying to herself if she denied her own concerns. War was coming as sure as tomorrow followed the present day. Jinni took a step towards the younger mare, lowering her head in order to speak in a quiet voice. "Will you be alright?" She offered a small smile and quick flick of her ears.
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Post by swaggalatte on Jul 17, 2017 17:00:40 GMT -6
Booker | Fleet Foot
Booker's skin crawled as sand drifted its way over his back. His brows furrowed deeper as he made his way towards the small gathering of equines. With a flick of his tail, Booker and the coyote at his side picked up into a lope, reaching them shortly. He had arrived just as the ambassador came over the hill. They started introductions rather quickly, and Booker was not surprised. There was no time for formalities. Not when they were going to war with possibly the strongest herd in all of Hiraeth.
Booker tried not to be pessimistic.
The mares did their introductions, and he was surprised by the inexperience. Basyl and Crescent were young. Almost ten years younger than himself. Booker worried for their safety, but the determination in their eyes gave him hope. The hulking Iron Hoof definitely piqued his interest, though. Jinni. He thought to himself as she spoke her introduction. She was about as experienced as he was, and he definitely would not want to find himself under her feet. She seemed like a forced to be reckoned with.
"Booker. I've been a fleet foot for about 14 years," he greeted shortly, giving a polite bow. He kept his eyes on Syria, as did his companion.
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Post by Bootless-Box on Jul 17, 2017 19:59:21 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
iron Hoof | stallion | he/him
- Kilorn was probably the first to arrive. He waited quietly, almost motionless with the annoyance of Meeku on his head. He tried to leave the meerkat at home, but she wouldn't have it, insisting upon coming along to sleep on his head. Despite that, his anger and his constant worry were weighing on his chest. He was ready to fight, ready to tear the Aodhians to shreds, but understood that his herd was not meant for war. They weren't as prepared. As he looked around he saw casualties, besides maybe the other Iron hooves around him. Ki meant no offense as he looked at the arrivals. More came and more were seemingly... soft. The muscles under his scars twitched in the sun and he hoped whatever information the Ambassador could give would be enough to weaken Aodh's strength. He saw too much doubt otherwise.
- Kilorn came unarmed, his training to fight with hooves and teeth would be enough, it was only his fellow serorans. Besides, he felt if he wore armor he'd be too bloodthirsty, too eager to think properly. His familiar and saddlebag adorned him casually. The group was quiet as they waited, which he was kind of grateful for, as he knew not what to say. Their orders were to find out what they could and learn new ways of battle, and he was becoming impatient to begin as Syria arrived. He waited his turn, figuring that most of everyone was done talking after Booker finished. He recognized a few faces, Aragon, Katarina, Jinni, Syria, and he'd seen the mare Basyl before but he doubted many of them knew his name. So, he kept it short and sweet. "Kilorn. Iron hoof for about 4 years." He said to everyone in general, dipping his head gently, as to not throw Meeku upon the ground. He turned his sight to Syria, who he was surprised made it home safely. "It's good to see you returned well, Ambassador." He commented politely, his gruff expression polite, but never pleasant.
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Post by dragonmissy on Jul 17, 2017 23:29:06 GMT -6
Leviticus/heavy hoof/Senora The thumping of drums would be heard in his head. The soft thumping. BUt it wasn't drums it was his large heart. Leviticus walked in behind the others joining in on the group. He was a large stallion a large roman nose proudly held high. His thick feathered legs shook with dust as he walked. He was scared as he was used to fighting. He honestly was very amped to fight the Adohians. His feet heavy he wore simple garb just a pack. Moving around and towards the side. He would look for the Ambassador. His blue eyes would look at the group of fighters he was paired with. His ears perked forward as he would listen to everyone introduce themselves. He was quiet as he thought about what was going to happen. They would learn new tactics and he was rather excited for it. He wanted to learn more so he could defend his herd. Once the last stallion spoke he would shake his head. "Leviticus, Heavy hoof for 10 years" time was seemed to blend together. He would look the ambassador. "Afternoon ambassador" he voice was heavy. He though kept his attention on her. WC197 |
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 17, 2017 23:52:50 GMT -6
Saleina | Iron Hoof Post One
The Mammoth mule's body was tense beneath her shield of golden armor, and her muscles trembled with a mixture of anticipation and fear. As ready as she was to wage war, she was no fool, and she knew that battle was not something to be taken lightly, not by any stretch of the imagination. In her many years, the golden horse had seen her herd through trials uncounted, but she was never ready to jump for more. Peace was something that Saleina was glad to taste, and the bitter palette of worry that now crossed her tongue was unpleasant in comparison. As each of the horses introduced themselves, Sal listened intently, her enormous golden ears flicking from one side to another, taking in all the information which she was being given.
When the moment for her to speak came, Sal's voice was steady, booming from beneath the helm of her armor. "Saleina; Iron Hoof," she began, stepping forward slightly to make herself a place separate from the crowd of horses, to distinguish herself from the others as the sole speaker for the moment. "I've held this position for fifteen years," she added, completing her introduction. Falling silent, the mare took her place amongst the others once again, turning her gaze to each side, so she could take in the situation as it unfolded around her.
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Post by xanaakai on Jul 18, 2017 1:36:30 GMT -6
 Xer;Serora | Fleet Feet
I survived because the fire in me burns more intensely than the fire around me.
Something hard to deny; she was extremely nervous. Not to meet other horses, far from that! But to think about that war... She was quite afraid about it. She is not afraid to protect her family and the herd that adopt her, but she is maybe afraid to not be strong enought, to can't protect the ones she love, or to can never see them again? It's probably a mix of all. She try to stay as optimist as she can, but she is not stupid, and she know in this war, people will inexorably die. How much? Who? When? How? This will be answers write in the history, in the futur.
She come early, too nervous to stay at home any longer. At least, walking in the desert to join the meeting point managed to relax her a bit. When the three legged mare join the meeting point, there was not a lot of other horses. She try to greetings them with friendly smiles but the wait was silent, and longer that she expected. Wait that long ended by stress her again but she try to not show it. Xer can recognise some of the horses present, she don't know the name of some of them, but she recognise easly Katarina and Crescent, the three mares fight the fire together 3 months ago. Sadly, she never learn much about the two other mares despite her curiosity about them.
Finaly, the Ambassador come, and seriously things start. Xer was really glad to know Syria was fine and that she join Sedo whitout problems. At least, she will be more safe here that in Eithne. Then, all horses start introduce themselves one by one. Some are really youngs, but Xer know she can trust them, after all, her 3 legs are also a good reason to doubt about her fighting ability. She will make sure they will not doubt it any longer in the futur! Finaly come her turn, and she introduce herself with a small smile.
- My name is Xer, I'm a Fleet Feet for about 8 years now.
Then she return in the silence, listening those who remained to introce themselves.
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Post by savannauni on Jul 18, 2017 9:12:37 GMT -6
Aragon || Fleet Feet || Seroran Mare She awoke early the morning and went on a run to clear her head. She had to be ready for this afternoon. She was determined to help as much as she could. The red roan looked up the the shy as she trotted. 'Alright let's get to work.' She thought and bolted off into a gallop as she ate up the ground with her hooves. Aragon stood at the war table. She was usually the one given the instructions never the one to be seated here. The others around her older or had more experience than her. Her pastel purple eyes scanned every single horse at the table she knew many of the faces but not quite all of them and she was excited to know the rest of them as well she did the ones here. As Syria begin to speak she turned her attention to her friend looking at her with serious eyes. This was not time to mess around, as so Ari stood straighter and held her head up higher. She let waves of confidence roll off of her sleek frame. Realizing they were introducing themselves Aragon waited for her turn. "I'm Aragon. I've been apart of the fleet foot rank for two years." Though she was only apart of the rank for 2 years in she showed exceptional promise that made her old mentor excited for her and the path the rank would take. She looked to Syria and smiled reassuringly knowing this must be tough for her. {WC: 257 || Post #1} |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 19, 2017 12:24:06 GMT -6
Syria
"Thank you for the welcome." She spoke as her eyes followed to each one that spoke, taking in their name, appearance, as well as how long they had held their rank. Well with veterans in their job as well as green horns to it. This would be a bit of a challenge, but perhaps in the end it would all work out. With a sigh she nodded to them all lightly. "Well with introductions aside lets get to the point of this meeting." she offered them a reassuring smile, but still tension was held in the air. This was not going to be exactly easy, but it was best to not beat around the bush. "First we need to learn how Aodh fights, I have a few scrolls here to show examples, once we all have a clear understanding, you all will be separated into teams to fight and try you best against the others." Eyes looked to them, before she whistled and a young cream colored horse came walking forwards pulling a cart, that was loaded with armor as well as other things. Syria went to the cart and picked up a few scrolls before walking under the tent with a slab of stone for a table. "Come lets gather, cool off, before the real work starts."
As the group gathered Syria nodded once more, she was young, but she could do this. Syria had seen Aodh fight before, had seen what there are capable off. Though something was struggling at the back of her mind, something she couldn't forget that truly made her worry for herd, but that could happen later, explain it later now was not the times. "Aodh fights in organized unit, they work as team, and use their armor and shields to approach like a wall onto those that do not yield. They have a commander, someone that leads them that speaks the commands, this is someone I would aim to kill quickly, without someone barking orders to the wall or armor coming into us the better. Aodh has plenty of wealth and money, so having the best of the best is something they can afford, unlike us. We cant afford to spend all our strength in charging forwards in hopes of breaking down this wall. Like all armor there are always weak links, focus on those." she remarked looking to them as she showed them a painted image of a soldiers well armored like a wall. "There first line of attack is flaming arrows. They will strike with those first, killing and wounding any once we are in the area of it, then after sending the mass of their army down. Those capable of single hit kill." she remarked, Her words were grave, but still she carried on, knowing this would be a lot to take in. She wondered how many of them were wavering in their faith to keep moving forwards. "Luckily for us, we know this, we can plan. We can make their strengths their weakness. I know many of you have worked well into your rank, other just beginning in this. But we can be the turning point of war. We can make this our victory." Syria looked to them, speaking calm, but held a sort of power. Filling the area with a certain kind of hope. "We can do this, but feel free to speak now, ask questions or perhaps share ideas. Once we have this covered. We move into the teams." she smirked a bit as she eyed the cart loaded with weapons and armory.
Yet the thing one of the things she kept to herself grasped her like a noose, and she sighed a bit. "The other thing Aodh will do.." she paused for a moment. "They will be doing something I know not the name, of but I have called the scorched plains." it was clear to some where this was leading it. "They will take everything from us as they march down. No house, land, fields and crops will be safe from their fire. But we know this now, and like everything with all this knowledge we can plan and train accordingly." A lot of bad news, but at least they know, Syria looked to them all allowing some of this information to sink in. Allow them to accept it, and plan for it. While Syria had ideas of her own how to take them down, she was much eager for the insights of the horses around her, the ones that have fought more then she ever could.
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Post by taebun on Jul 19, 2017 13:39:16 GMT -6
Jinni | Serora | Iron Hoof As the lot of them gathered beneath the shelter of the tent the bay mare focused her attention on the scrolls that were laid out on the stone table before them. She welcomed the small amount of relief from the provided shade but the ambassador's words hung heavy in the air. The knowledge she had brought back to them was in no doubt priceless to their success in this war, but it shed new light on Aodh that she had never known before. Jinni's ears flicked, following Syria's every word and her brow narrowing as she did so. "They may have their pretty armour," she began, raising her head and looking from one horse to another before her eyes rested on Syria alone. "But that no doubt will affect their movement." She breathed a deep sigh, trying not to let her underlying concerns show. Those equines were spoiled rotten and cruel, indulging themselves in materialistic ideals and enslaving their own kind without remorse. They would not be allowed to win this war, not while she was still alive and breathing. "Ambassador, do they know you possess this knowledge?" It was a question that needed a confident answer. They may know of Aodh's fighting tactics now but if they themselves knew that they suspected it, it would all surely be in vain. The mention of fire didn't escape her attention and Jinni could feel a tight knot in the base of her gut. She gave the weapons and armor in the cart a quick glance, keeping a hopeful twinkle in her golden eyes. "Sedo cannot burn." There was a hint of aggression in her voice, something she rarely let slip by. The desert was already dry enough as it was and bringing fire to the parched landscape would be devastating. "We will not lose this fight." Jinni nodded her head, confident in her statement as she stamped a hoof. "If they bring themselves to us we have the advantage. They may relish in their flaming glory but can they survive in our desert? Armour will be suffocating in this heat, not to mention heavy aside from it." Her docked tail gave a quick flick. "Their proper formations and mindless soldiers will not win here. We will be sure of that, won't we?"
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jul 19, 2017 14:35:06 GMT -6
| Katarina Iron Hoof WC: 248 // Post #2 |
As soon as the others finished introducing themselves, Syria started to explain tactics. Great, let's get down and dirty with tactics.
It didn't take long for her to form some ideas, but a couple stood out more than others. Especially the one that would pair with Jinni's idea. And, Kat had to admit, she was a very nice looking mare too. No, don't think about that, this is a war meeting, not a bar. I'm not going to act like Roland, that's for damn sure.
"Yes, they won't win here. The heat and battle armor will suck the energy out of them quickly, giving us the advantage. Drawing them out to the desert sands, where there is no brush would be the best option. It'll keep their fires from spreading very far."
"And another thing, those thunderbirds could bring in a storn, render their bows and fire useless. Their strings would be too wet to get enough strength behind a shot, and fire's would be almost impossible to light. Especially if we keep the storm over them for more than twenty minutes if possible. They will be happy for the rain at first, but soon it'll soak them to the bones. "
Kat stopped to take a breath then, giving them time to mull that over. Hopefully the others had some good ideas, or could possibly help add to Jinni and her's combined suggestions. She was right. They won't loose this war, at least without taking some with them. |
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Post by dragonmissy on Jul 19, 2017 23:15:47 GMT -6
Leviticus|Heavy hoof|second post Leviticus watched as more gathered.There were so many mares around. He would give some glances here and there. But his attention was on the main lady Syia as she went down on the tactics. He listened as she would repeat what she knew. He would lean on one side of his body. His ears pivoted and looked around last time he was in a large group and organization the earth came up from under him. His tail swayed. He thought of the formations and what they would do as it was explained. His brows lowered thinking of these armored brutes just coming to roll in. But like the others said they were gonna be heavy and hot. Imagining horses dropping like flies from heat exhaustion or giving that heavy armor up He would look at others speak about ideas. He would lean his head forward as he would try and speak. "they wont know there way around a dust storm. We could always get behind them where they aren't anticipating us and ambush them as well" he would think of a scenario but there would be other ways to ambush Adhorians. He wasn't prepared to lose and refused. He was a stubburn and hardly ever back down from a fight. His will to win and fight was as strong as his large heart. He would try and keep calm as he would listen to others. He was eagar to defind his home. WC 243 |
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Post by swaggalatte on Jul 20, 2017 13:04:54 GMT -6
Booker | Fleet FootSyria's words were grave. They hung heavily on Booker's mind. He could imagine the gleaming wall of heavily trained soldiers, armor and shields and impenetrable wall. Booker had never seen more than illustrations or the rare traveler from Aodh, but he could only assume their armies were great.
He tipped his ears back at Jinni's confidence. How could they win? A few of them were experienced fighters, but their numbers and resources were sparse. They would put up a hell of a fight, yes, but there would be absolutely no guarantee that they would win. Booker's thoughts began to drift away from the conversation at hand as he thought of the bloody war ahead of them. Many Serorans would perish. With luck, the desert-dwellers would bring a hell of a lot of Valorians with them. He could feel his anger begin to rise, and it stirred all nervousness away. It did not matter whether the Serorans won or not. This war would go down in history as one of Aodh's largest losses.
Booker's attention finally came back to the gathering at hand, just as Leviticus spoke. He nodded in agreement, then turned his head to Syria.
"None of those pampered bastards will know our home. They are unfamiliar with the canyons and bluffs," he began to explain, mildly surprised by his eagerness of input. "They'll have their maps and scouts, but the hills are treacherous and they will not know how to utilize them. We can hide out and box them in."
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jul 21, 2017 15:48:54 GMT -6
Someone asked if she was alright. And she nodded. But, Syria spoke up and Crescent felt the chill arch down her spine again. Syria knew of Aodh's plans. That was good.
Briefly, she wondered if she could scout with help from Milo. She had the blessing after all. Crescent brought in a deep breath, examining the battle plans laid out before her face. Her ears flicked.
"Some could end up passing from heat. With all of their fancy armor and weapons, there will be no guarantee that the metal won't overheat on them and end up burning some." She mused aloud, swiveling one ear back to Milo as he slid off her back, landing with a soft thud. The cheetah looked up at her briefly. And, through his eyes, she could see herself. Hardened. Worried.
She breathed in deep. Seroans were a hardy folk. Aodh might be big, but she guessed half of them had never seen combat. Each and every one of them had training. An entire herd of trained warriors against pampered soldiers.
She could only hope this would work.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 22, 2017 15:56:01 GMT -6
Saleina | Iron Hoof Post Two
It made the mammoth mule mare's moth grow dry to think of all the devastation that the Aodhian warriors could bring down upon her people, if their forces were not quenched like a parched plain after heavy rainfall. They could ravage her homeland and her peole, unless something was done to bring a halt to the destruction. And the dour faces gathered together would have to be that halt. How they would do It, Saleina could not have said, but studying the tactics laid out before her seemed to be a good first step. Intently, her brown eyes scanned the pages before her, drinking in their knowledge. Oh yes, with information like this, they could douse Aodh's fire.
It was almost amusing to Saleina, that her analogy was brought to physical fruition when one of the others suggested drenching their attackers in order to make their fiery abilities useless. Voices raised themselves from the depths of silence, stirring the emotions of the gathered horses. At least they appeared to be goading the warriors into confidence, which could be helpful in battle. As long as it didn't turn to cockiness.
"Unless they walk tail to tail, half forward and half backward, their wall will have a weak point at the rear," the buckskin pointed out, adding her thoughts to the fray. "If we could lure a phalanx past a group of hidden warriors they could be trapped from behind. Even if they turn around, the horses who lured them originally will now be behind their defences," she suggested, building off of Booker's idea. With this suggestion, she fell silent, letting her enormous ears swivel to catch the others' voices.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Jul 23, 2017 6:34:19 GMT -6
Basyl listened close to the names and ranks being passed around. She tried hard to place names with faces, but she knew that she'd never remember them all. And out of all of the motley group there was only one horse she recognized. Aragon, they had gone on a mission once together, but it felt like that had been eons ago. There was a number of horses that had been seated in their rank for over a decade. There was also plenty of horses like herself, less experienced with only a few years under their belt. The prospect of war was terrifying, but she couldn't let her fear get the best of her. The Aodhians would bring down fire and treachery on their herd. They would raze any settlement they found, destroy any resources to be had. Compared to them, her herd was sourly unprepared. She listened closely, many of the band had plenty of ideas. Ideas of how to counter their tactics. The heat would get them, if they came decked out in their shiny armor. Next it would be the lack of water. They wouldn't have the slightest idea of where to find water. Sedo was unforgiving to those who didn't know it's secrets. They planned counter attacks. Thunderbirds and misleading them, but Basyl was concerned with the heart of their herd. There were plenty of little tribes within Sedo. Nomads that wandered the expanses. If any were caught off guard, they would be slaughtered, "Ambassador, we have to worry about the families that wander Sedo. We should mobilize the Fleet Feet, to keep them informed. If they don't know where the Aodhian's armies are they could get caught up in the middle of the fighting. Or worse, they could be caught and killed by them." ----- Post: 2 WC: 305 |
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Post by savannauni on Jul 24, 2017 8:57:48 GMT -6
Aragon || Fleet Feet || Seroran Mare
Aragon watched the young cream horse pull the cart of 'goodies' in. She stepped foreword cautiously and lifted her head to look into the cart better. Her soft purple eyes glued on the cart, the exquisite armor caught her interest. Aragon looked back to Syria as she began explaining, her red brows droped into a serious expression on her face as she listened to the horrors the Aodh's infantry could do. 'A shield wall?' She repeated mentally, 'Burning the land as they go?'. "If I may, Ambassador, how far back do the shields go? What if we were to have furies drop small explosives where they begin to end? Just to scatter their defenses?" Aragon asked with a slight head tilt. If furies flew over to do so they could wear under belly armor to stay safe. As they came back to the Seroran base they could switch into a top coat of armor rather quickly. She listened to everyone else speak, hoping Syria wouldn't feel too flooded with these questions. " If only there was a way to lead and lock them in the sear with their precious god." She muttered quietly. {WC: 197 || Post 2} |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 24, 2017 12:10:07 GMT -6
Syria
Eyes watched as each one of them took in the information and she could see the wheels turning within their mind. Grasping the information that was brought to them, so trained they already were working out ways the ruin any plan the Aodhians may have. Though her eyes flickered upwards as Jinni was the first to speak up. Mentioning how their armor would surely hurt their movements, which in a way Syria believed. Though in a way it would not, Syria thought of castors and blessings users a like that could assure they army marched onward one Serora like a plague upon them. But then Jinni asked a question that allowed the Ambassdor to smile. "I am sure they know, I have some knowledge. The thing is I was never supposed to escape Aodh, and thankfully with the aid of some." Mostly Ember she thought, but perhaps it was that little bit of information she would keep to herself for now. "But they do not know how much I do know." Hoping it would reassure them. Though Jinni pressed onward and she nodded all the more. "Yes we will be sure everything we here today will go forth to make sure everything will do, will give us the advantage point." Failure was not an option. Syria gave a nod to Jinni glad for her words and questions knowing surely it would ease the mind of others and answer those questions others did not speak up.
Next was Katarina, and Syria listened throughly, that was until she mentioned Thunderbirds. Her heart stilled, that would help. But how much and if Serora was bringing in their own beasts, perhaps now was a time to introduce, exactly what she had seen in Aodh. While fear etched into her heart, she kept her face clean of all emotion as she listened. "Thunderbirds, oh how war makes unlikely allies." she almost chuckled, but it was good to know that these large birds would help. Hopefully with war, they woudl get their fill of horse meat for a while. But still it was good to know, those birds could wreck some havoc "Thank you for the information Katarina. That will do us all some good." Water could snuff the fire out, but still she felt uneasy.
Leviticus, Booker, Crescent and Salenia spoke next and she nodded all the more. "Yes the best way to crush them down is to flank them from all around. We cant allow ourselves to be flanked by them." it would do them good, Syria had seen what can happen if flanked by Aodh warriors. Their barrier wall of shields forced all around while they take spears and stab down all the threats, until bodies littered the floor and there was nothing but a heap. It was good to think of such things and that everyone seemed to be on the same page, their wheel turning together in unison. "Let's up they are do not know much about the heat of Serora, but they to have someone that had stayed here and know Serora." she remarked wondering if they all recalled Isach. Surely most would.
Basil and Aragon spoke next and she nodded grimly towards Basil. "No worries after this meeting and some training we will be making sure all know of what is to come and help get families and vagabonds out of here safely." She reassured him, Syria would even see to it herself, that many got out of her, her own gift could be useful in persuading others to see her way if needed. "As for the shields from what I have seen that have been tall tower like, and the row behind them uses their own sheild and thus a wall. Bombs above the air, or even below could do us well." she remarked with a nod.
This meeting was going well, but it did not ease the part she loathed to mention to the others. "I have some other news, the mention of Thunderbirds made me recall this." she remarked while she was not long in Aodh, she had recalled the beats she did see there. "Aodh has their own beast, not dragons... But something else." she swallowed lightly as she eyed the crowd. "They are called the Hound, but they have a true name that I am sure. None the less they are strictly loyal to Aodh. These creatures are made up of either fire or magma. In the shape of dogs or wolves. These things can merge with other elements. They are a dangerous force to be reckoned with and Im sure if we can convince thunderbirds to fight with us, they can convince these creatures to move with them to war." she remarked allowing this to sink in. Syria had no image of them, only her words could paint a picture for them.
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Post by Bootless-Box on Jul 25, 2017 16:05:03 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
iron Hoof | stallion | he/him
- Kilorn listened but said nothing, deep in thought. An armed front.. In the flat lands they could be devastating, but if they could ambush them in the hills or the valley of melodies they could have a chance. He gathered under the tent and gently lifted a scroll to read as Syria continued. The flaming arrows would indeed be a problem, but Ki could see a few other possible attacks to counter their straightforward march. He tuned out her pep talk, he knew the severity and he needed no motivation, he was prepared to die for his herd if need be. Alya had prepared him with his blessing, and he knew the risks. He knew the odds were not in their favor, he knew how many could die, but he didn't need to be told they could win. Kilorn was determined that they would prevail. They would survive, win or lose. He did eye the cart of armor though, it'd be fun to see who could fight well.
- With Syria's next news, the Aodhians would burn it all, Ki felt his stomach churn. His burns itched and all he could think of was innocents stuck in a fire, farmers who'd done no wrong burning, suffering. Ki snorted, throwing the vision from his thoughts. No. They'd be prepared. No innocent lives ruined. He tuned into Jinni's words, bringing his focus back in. He agreed that they should prepare. He continued to listen as he looked over the scroll he'd lifted. The thought of thunderbirds helping made him very uneasy. The creatures were too unpredictable, and could possibly attack the serorans in crossfire. He supposed anything was welcome help though, even the unpredictable. Three more spoke, and it was true, Sedo had the advantage of knowing the land but Syria was right, there was their main problem, Iscah. Though Iscah was rather bratty, she would likely remember some of the land. And he bet that the chevaliers the pompous mare had brought would remember plenty as well.
- There was a breath of relief Ki hadn't realized he was holding as Syria said they had a plan. The scroll he was reading pretty much describing the way they line up, which Syria had already described to them, so he just kept listening only half paying attention to both the scroll and who was speaking. The information of the shields would definitely be useful, Ki thought as he continued looking over the scroll. He perked his ears and actually put down the scroll, as Syria said she had more news. They could handle the little baby dragons but what could their animals be? Hounds, firey molten Ignacio ridden mutts.. Wonderful. Kilorn felt immediate hate towards Ignacio, a god with apparently no mercy. First he sent back his vicious kirins, and the three found Ki was yet to trust, and now Hounds. And on top of that the gods spawn were so petty they would go to war over a child!? All he could manage to say was, "Then how do we kill them?" His tone probably sounded angry or apathetic even, though he knew it wasn't Syria's fault. Or anyone here. He was trying to keep a calm exterior, but often that made him look even more apathetic.
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Post by xanaakai on Jul 26, 2017 1:30:33 GMT -6
Xer;Serora | Fleet Feet
I survived because the fire in me burns more intensely than the fire around me.
Xer listened everything but decided not to speak. The other ones have really good ideas and the victory seem less unsure that before. At least, the worlds of everyone helped to bring some more hope in this meeting. When other ended to speak, and Ambassador Syria answer, the 3 legged mare decided to speak in her turn about what she have in mind.
- I'm not sure if it's possible, or even if we can do it without this turning into a suicide mission, but, when they will come, Aodhians will probably bring they own resources. They will probably creat camps to rest after a battle , to drink and eat... If we can find it, we can try to destroy they provisions They will need to return home if they want to survive if we do that. Even with some knowledge of Sedo, they are too many, they will never found enought food nor water to survive in our desert this way...
But the bad news come again with the new words of the Ambassador. Do not they have alredy enough?! With they armors, numbers, shields, weapons, fire and now lava dogs? How can a people have that much things? A people that much corrupted that follow a evil god... In this moment, she can just pray for Alya to help them in this war. But everything seem a lot less desesperate that before, they can win this fight, they can found strategy to win. They can do it, and they can write in the history the defeat of Aodh.
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I'm sorry to answer so late ;3;
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Post by dragonmissy on Jul 27, 2017 6:48:31 GMT -6
Leviticus|Heavy Hoof|3rd post Leviticus would listened to the group. He was pleased he wasnt the odd one out and thought similar to the other warriors. He inhaled deeply as he listened to more. He hoped that the thunder birds would help them. They needed all the help they can get against a army that was suited in full armor and had the numbers with them. He ground his teeth against his own. Listening to others speak on ideas.. they had to come up with something and soon. He heard about these hounds made out of magma He let out a loud snort and his brow lowered. Great that is exactly what they needed right now. He thought about ways to take out fire. Water but they were in the desert water wasn't a option to waste. His tail swayed as his mind wondered other possibilities. He heard Xer about the the camps. "maybe we can intercept there supply lines. forcing them back. " he would speak out trying to build on Xer's idea. That way they wouldnt be going into the camps directly but force them to go back. with out food and water they surely had no chance. He didnt want them to fail. He wasn't prepared for them to lose and what would they do to the survivors. WC:216 |
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Post by savannauni on Jul 28, 2017 21:46:56 GMT -6
Ari listened diligently as Syria took the ideas her fellow Serorans tossed her way, mull over them, and fire back a quick idea or comment. The arabian could help but look at her friend in awe. She was good at what she was doing now. It was odd to imagine Syria surrounded by pompous Aodhnians who fret over the smallest materialistic things in life like current mane trends, or what color was 'in' and what wasn't.
As Syria got to Aragon's idea she put weight on her cocked back hoof and stood at attention. Hearing the praise for the idea Aragon's lips curled up ever so slightly as she nodded to her friend. But the feeling she had went away quickly as she heard her next comment. As the chestnut mare spoke of the lava dogs Aragon's red eyebrows slowly dropped. Her face fell into a look of concentration, eyebrows stitching together, tail swishing, and her mouth now pulled into a frown. SHe heard Kilorns comment, then looked to Xer as the mae spoke, then looked to Leviticus and turned over all the comments in her mind.
"..If we are unable to get the thunderbirds on our side.. could we lead the Aodhdians to their nests in a trap?" She asked wanting to have a plan for the worst.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 28, 2017 23:03:03 GMT -6
Saleina | Iron Hoof Post Three
The buckskin mule mare's ears twitched, as they always did when she was deep in thought. All the ideas proposed by the circle of high ranking Seroran elites washed over her, like a tidal wave of information that threatened to drown the mare's mind in its maelstrom. There were so many ways that their desperate attempt to save their own home could go wrong. How was anyone supposed to compete with Lava Dogs, for Alya's sake? Just the thought of those horrid creatures sent the horse's flesh crawling beneath her golden armor. What kind of destruction would those creatures wreak, with their masters behind them, goading them to destroy all that lay in their path? How could they possibly prepare for such a threat? Sal felt her heart beating faster as the very thought came upon her, shaking her to her core. What if she failed her herd? Images of Osprey's shattered wing flashed through her mind, reminiscent of the day she'd called out to him, begged him not to fly so wildly, and watched her own leader crash to his wing's demise. She had failed then. How could she keep her herd from suffering at her hooves now?
Taking a shaky breath, Sal refocused herself on the task before her, staring intently at the parchment before her. Thoughts settled as she forced herself to pay attention to what was going on around her, rather than sinking into her own fears entirely. "I agree that we must be prepared should the Thunderbirds decide not to become our allies," the mule brayed, her voice firm despite her quaking mind. "If we can cut the Aodhians off from their supplies, starve them, and trap them, we can force their morale down. I suggest that we also fight them on a mental level," the paint mare continued, as an idea formed in her mind. "Not only are they unused to our lands - despite those who may have traversed them - but they will be missing home. I propose we prepared teams of horses to frighten them while they camp at night. Perhaps dress them like Spirits, or give them items to clatter together. Have our Pegasi swoop down from above, and back into the night. Cover them in ash so they blend into the night sky, perhaps?" Saleina's mind was on a roll now. "Horses can only go so long without sleep, and fearing for their very lives."
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Post by taebun on Aug 1, 2017 12:57:48 GMT -6
Jinni | Serora | Iron Hoof Syria's words brought at least some relief to the bay mare and Jinni shook herself briefly to distract from the prickling of her coat at her worries that she was careful to be silent of. Her eyes, as golden as the sun above them, moved from one equine to another. All of them gave their input and offered their ideas and the sight of all of them working together brought a proud warmth in the warrior's chest. This was one of the reasons why she treasured her herd and home so much. Serora was full of horses with kind hearts and strong will. The art of fighting may not be instilled in all of them, if at all naturally, but Jinni had enough faith that with careful planning, determination and all the extra help they could get, they could certainly have a chance in winning this war. Although, there was something that sent a shiver up the Iron Hoof's spine. Syria's last words felt like a knife to her gut. Aodh was so far to the north it would make sense that those pompous equines would have something hidden within their city's glittering walls. But the ambassador's description of said creatures was daunting. Dragons weren't the worst of it? Jinni had never laid eyes on such a beast but she knew their smaller cousins were a popular pet in Eithne. But what in Alya's name were the Hound? It was almost too obvious when Jinni raised her head, but her eyes had dropped to the sand underfoot. She allowed the voices of her fellow herdmates to fall dull on her ears as she let herself focus on her jumbled thoughts. A part of her would always wish that the war could have been avoided. But there was no time or place for friendships now - the last straw had been drawn and perhaps it would be up to them to put the Aodhians back in their place. Convincing the enormous thunderbirds seemed like an impossible feat, but with the knowledge that Aodh had their own creatures planned for the war, they needed their own secret weapon.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 1, 2017 22:17:25 GMT -6
Syria
Kilorn was the first to speak about the hounds, the bloody hounds, Syria thought with bitterness within her mind. It was a good question. It seemed almost impossible to kill them, but still everything dies, it was the only comfort she could give. "Honestly I'm not sure. Im lucky enough to get this information to catch a glimpse of them. Yet everything can be killed Im sure we can all find a way to snuff them out." she remarked determind to find a solution to these hounds. "My only thought at the moment is to use blessings against them. It will be rough, and perhaps the thunderbirds can aid, surely their storms can aid." she sighed a bit. It wasn't much, but they would try they all would.
A few others mentioned attacking their supplies and taking out water lines for them and she smiled. "Yes, a wonderful plan. We need to do anything we can to make their time in our deserts miserable. They do not know the sands like we do, if we can bring the sandstorms too them, we can change everything in our favor. As for luring them to the thunderbirds if they refuse our help, I think it will be a fine idea. If they birds refuse to help protect their land, well the war will be brought to them." she remarked. The aodhians had no idea of the nest grounds of thunderbirds and surely it would not be hard to either anger the birds and lead them towards the aodhians or have the aodhians be lead to a slaughter house. There was no mercy in the games of war.
Syria looked to them all and offered a smile. "We all seem to have good ideas, good plans to fight Aodhians and now its time to test them out. You all will be split into two groups, we will work on understand the Aodhians and their way with battle and ways for use to defelct it. The best way to destroy the enemy is to know them. Kilorn and Jinni, you will be the caption for each team. Kilorn you will be leading your group as the Aodhains. Dress your team in armor, work on getting a sheild wall up, Learn to understand how they move. Jinni work with your team to find ways to break this wall head on. We need to break their wall fortress at the front. They will be ready for flyers of the sort to rise above their walls, we need to be clever." she smiled to them all the more. "Those on team Kilorn will be Katarina, Aragon, Cresent and Xer. Jinni's team will be Saleina, Basil, Booker and Leviticus. Each team has only 30 minutes to create a plan, and thus we will move out and work. We got this." she remarked with a steady nod before walking out from under the tend out into the open sands where all would work at ways to learn how Aodhians work together and how t to destroy it. Knowledge was power and Syria prayed she had enough to give them a chance.
War was coming.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 3, 2017 22:51:02 GMT -6
Saleina | Iron Hoof Post Four
The mammoth mule was grateful for the opportunity to stretch her legs in mock battle. As important as understanding the written documentation of Ahodian battle tactics was, it was no match for the feeling of busting heads. Despite her age and high standing within the group, Saleina had a penchant for smashing things, and she was more than willing to exercise that ability - albeit with a velveted hoof, to keep her herd mates safe - on the battle field today. So, they had thirty minutes to come up with a plan? That would be an interesting challenge indeed. Although the mare had been a wellspring of ideas thus far in the day, the water of Saleina's mind was drying up, replaced by a desire to rip the heads from Ahodian bodies. A teeny, tiny, logical voice in the back of her head warned that brute force would be no way to defeat the enemy, but Sal squashed it just as she imagined squashing those who stood against her.
Since the buckskin had no ideas springing to her mind - other than "smash, kill, bite," she turned her attention to their team's leader, trusting that Syria would have placed a knowledgeable and well-chosen horse in the role. Like she was to her Sultan, Sal was loyal to her commanders, and would die doing what she was told. Her herd needed her, and she needed the direction of one whose mind was not as clouded as hers had suddenly become.
"So," the mare brayed, her voice strident as ever, "Jinni, have you any ideas how we should attempt to break their wall?" she asked. Then, turning her head slightly, Sal added, "Or anyone, really? I'm drawing a blank, and we've not got much time to screw around." As always, she was poignant, foul-mouthed, and to the point with her comments.
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