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Post by dragonmissy on Aug 4, 2017 18:30:46 GMT -6
Leviticus|Heavy hoof| forth post Leviticus would listen his brows perked as he would lean into the group. He listened to Syria as she would speak more to the group about the possibilities of the thunderbirds or what they can do to get them to help if they refused. He would smirk he liked that idea they will get help if they liked it or not. He was more then eagar to fight. The very large horse felt like that is the only thing he was good at. He had stubbornness and a temper to back it up. He would listen to the plan and what they were about to do. And what team he was on. Ohh good. He was part of the breaking team. In his mind he would try and go through different scenarios on how to do this Some failed and he imagined his a animated self trying to do them. He would look to Saleina moving over to the large mule as she spoke. He felt her and him would get along rather well. "If we have a harness we can make shift a large sling shot with a very large rock as the stone and sling it into the armored wall" he would raise a brow at a far fetched idea but it was pretty violent."saying that out loud sounds real dumb but... at this point we got to think of anything, Right?.. at this point to get through the wall. Using any resources." he would snort and shake his head a bit. He would look around at the others that would be on their team. "maybe we hit them low right under the wall and lift it up?" he would look at the other team briefly. He wasn't the brains of most operations he usually was the muscle or the tank. So he really was trying to think on how to get through it other then running into the wall like a wrecking ball and hope to get through. WC:332 |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Aug 5, 2017 12:54:06 GMT -6
A soft sound of general upset had to be stifled. Crescent wasn't usted to anything of that sort. Shields and armor. She was a Fleetfoot, not a Heavy Hoof. You know, the ones who used speed. I mean, even her blessing was stealth and speed. Thank you Milo for that.
The cheetah in question chirped as Crescent swiveled towards her group. So. She needed armor. And burn guy over there was her leader. Okay. She just...had to think like an Aodhian. Okay...food. Sex. Slaves.
Okay yes she had the mindset now. Even if it made her nose wrinkle to even think of. But enough of that, let's get down to buisness. Her tail swished, silver rolling over the shields and armor she could see. And, she trotted over, going to pick one up
Rookie mistake, as she pulled up a shield with her teke and briefly panicked as she couldn't get it off the ground. Okay holy shit it was heavy. Eventually, however, she managed to get it off the ground, with a newfound respect for the Heavy Hooves and Iron Hooves. Because good god, if she had to lug this shit around all the time, she would have screamed by now.
WC: 204
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Post by savannauni on Aug 8, 2017 12:09:02 GMT -6
Aragon chewed her lower lip in thought. 'Damnit, damn it, damn it.' She repeated the word over and over as if it were law. Her little Arabian ears were following everyone's voices in the circle, keeping information flowing. As she listened to Syria speak again, Aragon stopped her nervous habit and stood up straight with a slight arch to her neck. The roans pale purple eyes held a new fire to them as she did a smokers breath, taking a deep breath in from her nostrils and letting it slowly out her mouth. She needed to keep her mind and body working together to help with what Syria would ask next.
Hearing the plan she looked to Kilorn. Once Syria left Aragon was instantly facing him, determination shined in her eyes. If they were to pretend to be the enemy then damn it they were going to play their role perfectly for the best result. She looked at everyone on Kilorns team and said "Kilorn, What would you like us to do?" Her eyes met his, awaiting his orders and ready to do what ever he though necessary for this mock battle.
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Post by taebun on Aug 12, 2017 2:58:02 GMT -6
Jinni | Serora | Iron Hoof Well, Syria certainly had them get right down to business. Jinni turned to the smaller mare, ears perked forward attentively as she thought over every word. But amidst her plotting she picked up her gaze to flash Kilorn a raised a brow and a small smile. He seemed like he could pose quite a challenge for them, but the warrior kept her attention on him for a short amount of time as her eyes moved from each member of her team as Syria listed them off. Naturally she was quick to recognize Saleina, another Iron Hoof like herself, but the rest; Basyl, Booker and Leviticus were horses she never had the pleasure of meeting before, at least until today. But the majority of them, all but the youngest - Basyl - had many years of experience. Jinni was more than eager to begin working with them. At their ambassador's encouragement Jinni agreed with a firm nod, her docked tail flicking behind her as she followed outside of the shade and onto the sands beneath the heat of Sedo's sun. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, thinking of all they had to fight for and protect. They would be going against something to which they had never experienced before but Syria would be here to help them understand the enemy to the best of her ability. Jinni was confident. "Saleina, Booker, Basyl, Leviticus," she called for their names in order to catch their attention. Outside she stood a fair distance from Kilorn's team, her bay coat glistening beneath the comforting sunlight. "We've got quite a challenge on our shoulders. Let's get started shall we?"
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Post by xanaakai on Aug 12, 2017 9:43:05 GMT -6
 Xer;Serora | Fleet Feet
I survived because the fire in me burns more intensely than the fire around me.
Oh no... Syria put Xer into the "Aodhian team". The armors are heavy and it's going to be hard to move with that armors... Abit scared to can't do her work well, Xer try still to smile and choose to not show her uncertainty. With the help of the others, she can do it, they can all do it, and they are going to do it perfectly! The three legged mare stare a few times to the heavy golden armors. One thing she can't deny is that they are really well made! With that kind of armors, Aodhians are protected againts the majority of the weapons. But this armors can't protect againt dehydration, or the extreme heat of the desert nor the cold nights. Wear that armor is a good idea to know they low point. Xer tie her tail and mane to be more usefull in a fight and not bother the mare's mind. Then she pay attention to the other horses of her team. Maybe they have more ideas about how to do it that her... She mainly put her attention on Kilorn like a bit all the horses into the team. Xer can't deny the fact she is with Katarina, Aragon and Cresent again. It look like the three mares and made to form a team and Xer is kinda amused about this! Now, let's play the Aodhians and let's do it well!
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Post by swaggalatte on Aug 15, 2017 5:10:05 GMT -6
Booker | Fleet Foot
Booker had to intentionally bite back his frustration. This would be much more difficult than he had initially thought. When the lanky stallion had been assigned to this, he had the idea that they would actually be training in close quarters. Melee and blessings would be the key component of their training, he thought. He did not have a blessing, but he still would have found that much easier than this. Aodhians relied heavily on their armor and neatly formed strategy and battle techniques to overpower their enemies. Booker felt foolish for having thought that he would automatically be ready for the city-dwellers.
As their subgroup separated, Booker shuffled over to them. The sun was beginning to bake on his skin, and he hoped that they would be done with this quickly. Their group seemed hesitant as the iron hoof, Saleina asked for ideas. The chimeric stallion glanced around at the group, unsure of why he was placed into this one specifically.
"To break the wall, we'll have to spread their ranks," Booker offered thoughtfully. He was not sure how they would do so, but they need to separate the shields to make holes in the walls.
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Post by firebirdfalling on Aug 15, 2017 15:57:30 GMT -6
| Katarina Iron Hoof WC: 259 // Post #3 |
Katarina listened as the rest threw out ideas, each of them better than the last. Finally, Syria split them into groups, giving them each a task. One group to be the Serorans, the others to pretend to be Aodhians. She was on the Aodhian team, a good place for her to use her strength. Even though she could fly and been a part of the Furies, she was usually not as agile in the air as them. She was a battering ram, her body built to knock down walls if need be. It was just a really nice advantage to have wings.
She slipped off her own armor that she had brought with her, doning the armor that the ambassador had smuggled out of Aodh. It was heavy, much more cumbersome than what she was used to, but was actually very protected. It was going to be very hard to break through, though she did note some weak points as she moved around in it.
Good thing we get to play around with Aodh's toys. They won't realize that we know what they are doing. Even though war wasn't a game, they had the same principles, losing was bad and winning was good, and there were many moves you could make that could determine the outcome. The only thing with war, was that the stakes were high and someone was going to die in the end.
But she would make sure every Aodhian that she met, they would know that war isn't a game conducted by a child king. |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 15, 2017 16:31:01 GMT -6
Syria
Eyes watched as the team separated and talked among themselves. Each one figuring out how to outdo the other. This would be the quickest way for them all to grasp at something they would see in the war to come. Syria knew things could change, they Aodhians could change plan, but so could the Serorians. She truly believed they were adaptable, they lived in a land many have deemed forsaken. Shaking her head Syria watched the, her friends, her family all would be fighting in this war, against a herd that in a way was like her own second family, but it was not where her loyalties laid regardless of what she has done in her rank.
As the time ticked onward, Syria grew anxious, her hooves itching for things to progress. She wanted to see progress, wanted to see what each team could do to survive this training experiment. "Alright, times up. Everyone to their side." she remarked. Nodding to them both as she watched them move to where they needed to be. "You have a few minutes to get ready." she remarked eyeing the team with the sheilds, knowing they would need a moment to prep and go. Once giving them their fair time to get situated so looked at the other team. "Alright,lets begin." she called out and took a step back allowing the teams to collide together. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 21:26:25 GMT -6
congratulations! Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!
20 AP and 20 CS to all participants!
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