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Post by Queerly on Jan 16, 2016 19:46:17 GMT -6
 Two weeks ago, a bird arrived at the Palace, explaining that Seroran diplomats were on their way to Valore. Their situation is dire, and though herd relations are... tense, Amadeus has agreed to host them. With the Seroran Ambassador, a fellow politician and a meaty Chevalier at her side, Ember forgoes the holiday festivities to meet with the arriving diplomats.
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Post by Queerly on Jan 17, 2016 13:50:04 GMT -6
Roughly 11:00 at night, one hour before the Crucible is attacked.
Beneath the Valorian fireworks, Ember's coat was a menagerie of color. Bright golds, oranges and reds danced across his fur, mirroring the sky's spectacle with a near mirror quality. It was as though her body were the surface of a lake: pitch black and still, seeing and reflecting everything while in essence undisturbed. So too was her very demeanor indifferent to the world: the Adviser moved through the throngs of horses as though she did not see them, failing to acknowledge distractions. The shrill, giddy scream of an intoxicated yearling did not earn so much as a flick of her ear. Her gaze was steady, two coals of blue flame locked on a destination. The Seroran diplomats had arrived at an inopportune time. Ember supposed that was typical enough, and chose not to hold it against them. The desert-born were troublesome by nature, and she suspected- no, knew- that their kind reveled in meddling and inconvenience. They couldn't help themselves, really... and in truth, she was glad for it, just this once. The New years Festival was not something she took interest in, and so the distraction was welcomed, even if Alya's people left a bitter taste in her mouth. " Our guests are being held at the city gates." The Adviser called. Even encased by the festival's dull roar, her voice was clear against the rabble. " We will greet them and bring them to the White Palace. Chevalier Axel, I will require you to clear a path on the way back. The drunken masses will make a spectacle if given half the chance."
 Two weeks ago, the Palace received word that Seroran diplomats would be arriving in Eithne with a request for aid. With the King occupied by New Year festivities, Ember has agreed to take his place and meet with the arriving diplomats. Follow her to the gates, where the Serorans await. |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 17, 2016 14:35:47 GMT -6
Syria || Ambassador|| Serora
Brows furrowed together as she was told fellow herd mates were traveling to Aodh. Syria prayed to the gods they would be good and would send those that could help with the persuasion not ones that could ruin it with short remarks oh she prayed the would be good. Syria whistled and Lyra came out from her lounging spot with a yawn and slight look of annoyance. Brow arched a bit as she looked to Lyra and chuckled, "Spoiled thing Aodh has been to good for you." She chuckled to her companion. Lyra merely licked her chops and soon walked to Syria awaiting for next orders.
"Let us go we must not be late." Noth with Ember at least and her smoldering look. It made Syria so nervous at first yet now she was envious of such a look something she herself wish she could have. Syria wouldn't lie she tried in the mirror of such things but she'd never tell a soul. Syria moved quickly and Lyra followed suit moving along with Syria with ease.
She was summoned to accompany and the time was now. Syria shook her mane and let out a deep breath, let the show begin. In a matter of moment she accompanied the group set out to meet her fellow Serora herd mates. Ember still seemed so collected a look that could abolish questions before even asked and Nerine the gorgeous zorse. Then Axel a large stallion who was thick and obvious bodyguard. Syria had no doubt of his power but having Lyra with her was a mere comfort to have someone on her side a trusted companion through and through. Syria greeted them all and soon traveled along side of the group.
Ember spoke to them all and she node her head in agreement, though she felt just a cool glance of Ember could part the sea of drunk horses. Though Syria of course would never stand in the way of this party. They were indeed a fierce group she thought, beauty and grace and looks that could kill. Oh she prayed her fellow comrades would be on their hooves here.
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Post by Skowler on Jan 17, 2016 17:00:25 GMT -6
It was a good choice to pick one of the most well known Chevaliers to the streets of Valore. Axel Davine-- a Chevalier that was constantly making his rounds daily from the break of dawn, all the way past sunset. He even patrolled the outside walls after a long day to relax his mind, but it helped keep Valore safe. Usually such rounds honestly bored him, because it got to the point where if he looked at someone (sometimes) they'd stop doing whatever it is they were doing in their tracks. Sure, it made his job easy. But it made it quite a bore. This was a different day though. A very different day. He had been assigned to help guard one of the kings most trusted Advisers, Ember. This was going to be very interesting. Not like how he usually spent his days.
The large stallion walked beside Ember, his large muscles rolling under his red coat that looked almost blood red. Some of his muscles shook with every hoof-step, and he kept nearby Ember. He kept his head high, but that was easy for someone of his height. His gaze was half lidded, a look of anger and annoyance-- like he didn't have the time for anyone who wasn't sober. He actually DIDN'T have time for them. So that made it less confusing. Axel sure was like his father. Gaze like stone, his presence demanding respect and fear without a bat of an eyelash. But that was because of a combination of things. When Ember began to speak, he slowed to a stop for a moment and perked his ears from their usual flat against his neck attitude. He listened intently, and you could see it, even if it looked like he wasn't, "Of course.... You need not worry" He said quietly, stepping forward and keeping to Embers side the entire time.
Axel Davine
Chevalier | Son of a Legacy
Son to Rhaego and Zohrabi Davine
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jan 18, 2016 15:16:39 GMT -6
Nerine | Emissary | Talorian
Excitement brewed within the golden mare's chest. Festivities that she had witnessed for a few years now, always wild and full of life. Alas, that excitement had to be short-lived though, right? Greeting Serorian diplomats. The Pegasi herd. Eugh just the thought of them- At least the ruler of Aodh was...Cute. Grown pegasi? No.
...She hoped they weren't pegasi. Oh well, suck it up Nerine, you got a job to do. You were placed here...To deal with the rabble. Represent Talori well. Hmm, you can do this. Nerine was thinking to herself as she ran her brush through her thick mane and tail, trying to somewhat neaten the vibrant mess of curls. To uphold her reputation around one the king's adviser's ... It was somewhat of an honor. Maybe she took her job too seriously, maybe she enjoyed and felt so blessed by Cascade to be in such a position to be around so many influential horses, nothing wrong with that, right?
Scooping up her hair, she tied her silk around her locks before leaving her beautiful home.
Pushing through the mass of Aodhians, Nerine made it her mission to arrive as soon as possible to the other horses. She saw one of the Chevaliers, towering above the horses. That must be Axel. Ah! Ember. Nerine had spotted Ember before she saw the remarkably spotty mare, Syria. The small zorse shoved a poor old stallion out of her way and approached the group.
"I am sorry if I have caused you all any delay, it's quite...A ruckus out here." Her ears flicked with her words as she bowed her head in greeting to each of them. Nerine took a deep breath to collect herself, lifting her head high once she had re-gained her center and smiling sweetly.
"Shall we be off then?"
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Post by Queerly on Jan 18, 2016 19:03:55 GMT -6
"You're late, Nerine." Slowly, Ember's sapphire gaze swept to the zorse and noted that at least she'd deigned to make herself presentable, if not punctual. She supposed it mattered little, given that they had yet to reach their southern guests, but still - she would have to speak with the Talorian later. Sternly.
As they moved through the rambunctious crowds, Ember's ears pricked, catching the distant hum of a gong. She knew the sound anywhere, and like all residents of her glittering city, she accustomed to its deep, low base shattering the Valorian sky. Cheers rose in a crescendo of excitement as the city-wide party began to move, aiming for Valore's heart and soul: the Crucible.
The New Year's Brawl was beginning.
"Stick close." She suggested to Syria and Nerine. She did not glance back to ensure they followed her advice. Her eyes were set straight ahead, focused on the gate in the distance. "The movement of the crowd will grow insistent." And indeed she was right, for already horses were trying to push between and past the ambassador mares, drunkenly complaining that they were going the wrong way. One sloven fool failed to notice Lyra and stumbled right into the poor cat, yelping when he realized his mistake.
"Axel." Ember said, and knew she need not elaborate, that he would sense her intention and clear the troublemakers from her ambassadors' paths.
They were getting closer to the gate. Ember could see the waiting dignitaries, and recognized Iscah among them. Good. If the situation in Serora was as dire as the letter had suggested, she would need to ensure Iscah remained in Valore, where it was safe and the people far less barbaric.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 18, 2016 19:38:37 GMT -6
Syria || Ambassador || Serora
As Ember spoke to poor Nerine, Syria remained looking head, avoiding to glance at Nerine, it was best to ignore this sort of thing, To turn a blind eye as one might say. She rather not embarrass her more with a look of her watching the scene unfold. But the words was all that was given and they remained moving forwards. Syria held her breath as the gong was heard, a part of her wishing she could see the celebration the sights, but duty calls and who was she to ignore such a thing, especially when her herd was at risk. The drought. Yet the Ember's voice broke her train of thought. A simple command and Syria complied, she was still knew about this new land so she tried her best to heed the warning.
Moving closer Syria had to admit this was the closest she has been to them, and yet the crowds came pouring in like waves, more and more equine moved to see the fights the celebration to drink themselves into a stupor. All of them cheery and ready to go, their voices boomed like thunder and Syria was not at all used to all this hustle abd bustle of equine together. Syria's nostrils flared a bit, yet she instantly flashed to the right as a yelp was heard. Lyra was down for a second and returned to her paws quickly. A growl emitted from her lips at the equine showing her fangs to horse that dared to take her down. Though the horse apologized Syria narrowed her eyes a bit. "No need to apologize, watch your steps, what was Lyra could have easily been a foal as well." she remarked coolly, and offered a short smile. Accidents happen, but if someone so close to their party could get a bit trampled on, what was saving a mere child on the streets.
Anticipation grew as the moved closer to the gate and she suddenly grew more and more homesick, for her desert land. She missed the heat, the horses, her friends and companions. Syria eyed Lyra, the cheetah had her hackles raised and looked angrier then ever. Syria knew right then that she would have to do something to make up for this tragedy for her small companion. "Lyra settle." She whispered to the thing. Lyra rolled her shoulders as her hackles laid down and her claws flexed back in. She still look irritated as all hell, but at least she didnt look ready to take down the next horse that got to close. Anticipation welled within her heart and she felt the need to pick up the pace, her herd needed help, how dire has things gotten? She wasn't sure, with diplomats being sent this way, Syria was told to wait until then to find out more. But how was she to help with out knowing how grave it may be. "Let us hope they did not wait to long." she remarked. Regardless her herd mates would have to wait whether or not they were late. Syria cared little if her remark would give her a side glare or short remark. This was her herd, and to ask for help it must only mean one thing. Things for Serorans must be grave indeed.
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Post by Skowler on Jan 21, 2016 17:51:00 GMT -6
Axel stayed at Embers side like he knew nothing else. His feet moved in sync with hers, and he moved like a spring that was ready to let go and rocket forward. He moved like a grand Percheron pulling a great amount of weight. But who knew if he was Percheron or not? Well, that didn't matter. When they approached the others, he nodded his head in their direction before he returned his attention swiftly back to Ember, waiting for her next move. He eyed both Nerine and Syria, taking in physical details from Syria's spots and her pet feline, to Nerines big ears. They were huge. They kinda stunned him for a bit before he shook his head and averted his attention. When she began to move back towards the gates and warned the others, he listened quietly. He already knew the danger, and he knew she was speaking only to Syria and Nerine, but he listened regardless.
Then came the fun part.
He heard his name, and saw a massive crowd of horses pushing, due to the fact that they were all simply hammered. They were done. They were far gone.
He knew how to deal with this sort of thing.
With that, he dipped his head sharply and lifted it just as quick, darting in front and around Ember and the other two in the back, chasing after the drunk horses heals and snorting after them, causing them to quickly scurry. Some of them he just simply walked up to and pushed with his massive neck and chest, mostly his chest and barked at them to move. When he cleared the area around them, he returned to the front and began to bark at other horses to move out of the way, and shoved those aside with his massive weight who didn't listen. It was as if they were just little rag dolls that foals played with that the crowd was made up of. He wasn't even breaking a sweat. Constant and nonstop patrolling his entire life prepared him for this. Some already knew Axel since he made a point to know every face and name, and remembered him just because he'd told them to stop doing whatever stupid thing they were doing a couple weeks ago. He was the Chevalier that pissed everyone off, but everyone was too afraid to say a word. He was the bad guy parent. But to the innocent, those who did good.. he was kind, and caring. Not the brute you see that could easily shove a normal sized horse aside, and has done it plenty of times beforehand.
Axel Davine Chevalier | Son of a Legacy Son to Rhaego and Zohrabi Davine
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Post by Queerly on Jan 22, 2016 21:01:25 GMT -6
"They haven't." Ember confirmed in neutral tones, sapphire eyes sliding to Syria. While she may not have cared about the Serorans' comfort (Syria being a notable exception, for Syria was also hers), she cared for appearances. To be excessively late left a poor impression of the Aodhian government, and that would simply not do. The diplomats needed to know that they stood in the shadow of their betters, that the great city of Valore was so grand, so vast, and her people were so spirited, her rulers so magnificent, that the baked swath of dirt they called Sedo would never be able to compare. They would witness the superiority of Eithne, so deeply that it was felt in the marrow of their bones, and their ancestors would weep in their graves.
It was a satisfying thought and, with a flick of her inky tail, the Adviser's walk slipped into a graceful, floating trot.
They were almost at the gates. If she squinted, Ember could almost make out their guests through the firework smoke. She thought that she spotted a glimmer of Iscah's rose quartz horns, and her tail flagged in response, streaming behind her in a long, ebony ribbon. The young ambassador was a welcome sight, a sliver of dignity among the refuse Osprey had surely sent.
Closer, closer. Twenty feet. Ten feet. Ember could see them clearly now. One blood-colored stallion, tall and rugged. Oddly, the sight of him left a taste of familiarity on the back of Ember's tongue. She did not know why, and it was gone as quick as it had come.
The other stallion--
Ember came to such a sudden, still halt that the very laws of reality seemed to distort. She did not lurch, did not stumble. She simply stopped. Walking. Speaking. Breathing. Spotting her, the Chevaliers began to raise the gate, and Ember continued to be so very still as it rose, inch by inch, its metal screaming with the effort. The gap was up to their knees... their chests... their heads.
"Stop." She howled, and as her voice returned to her so did her ability to move. She slammed a dark hoof to the cobblestone, her nostrils flared and quivering. "Close the gates." The Chevaliers startled, releasing their telekinetic hold on the crank. The gate fell, crashing back to the earth with a noise that shattered, leaving the Seroran diplomats on the opposite side, and Ember's companions bewildered.
The Adviser's eyes never left the second stallion.
"Begone from my sight."
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Post by Queerly on Jan 22, 2016 21:09:03 GMT -6
You've arrived at the gates, but before the Chevaliers even manage to open it for your guests, Ember demands they keep the gate closed and tells the diplomats to leave! Clearly something is going on here...
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 22, 2016 21:58:45 GMT -6
Alyman | Iron Hoof
The giant Iron Hoof tried to calm himself down after the gentle coaxing from Iscah and Salvatore, but he couldn’t, he found the heathen’s behavior disrespectful- as usual. He had dealt with the Aodhians in the past and they were never easy to work with, their priorities were the opposite than that of his desert dwelling brethren. The herds’ vastly different opinions made disagreements a common occurrence.
The dark stallion continued to shift his stance impatiently until, at last, the gates slowly began to rise. As they rose, Alyman’s gaze was drawn towards the approaching Aodhians, and then- he saw her, of course he did, how could he not? How could his gaze not immediately be drawn toward her with the unerring speed and course of an arrow? He lifted his head, eyes glowing like miniature moons from under heavy brows and his lips twitched, settling into a semblance of a smile laced with all the venom of a coiled desert snake. And he waited.
"Stop. Close the gates!" the shout was echoed from the dark and smoky mare. The gates slammed to the earth and without a quiver Alyman held his stance, neck coiled like a snake as his smile remained.
And still he waited.
Ahh, there it was. Their gazes touched, locked.
"Winds of the desert beneath your wings," Alyman said softly, knowing his words, a traditional Seroran greeting, would be heard.
Then, softer still, "did you miss me?"
[Posting for DryOasis as her computer and the forums are feuding but it's her writing, not mine. c: ]
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 22, 2016 22:22:43 GMT -6
Syria || Ambassador
Eyes lit up as she saw the gate the hints of home, oh gods how she was getting home sick. She ached for the loose sands the simple ways, yet her heart belonged here as well. In hopes to save her herd, her family and friends her destiny awaited her here in Adoh. Syria seemed to matched speed seeing as Ember herself speed up she too picked up the pace. Oh gods who did they bring? She longed for any face from home. She craved to hear what has been happening since she left. Her heart skipped a beat, yet in that second everything stopped. Ember stopped, the gates stopped everything seemed to pause in a moment. Syria though kept moving unable to stop like the rest. She kept moving and watched everything shatter before her. The voice of Ember boomed over her, making shivers run up her spine. Ember had such power in words and stature something Syria vowed she herself would get. Yet the gates fell and matched her heart step by step. Syria was flabbergasted as she looked out to them and spotted who awaited to enter. Salvatore, Alyman, and Isach. All faces she knew well. But a gate blocked her path from them. All Syria could do was turn her head ever so slightly to see the look upon Ember. It was enough to make Syria look upfront instead. Ears swirled forwards as Alyman spoke the words of the herd, oh how she missed the saying the feeling of those words. She missed home dearly. Brow arose as he spoke once more. Miss him? What in the two moons was he talking about. " Alyman surely you jest we saw each other but a few full moons ago." She remarked with a smirk not knowing who the words where exactly for. Eyes looked back to Ember and arched a brow. " I know all of them surely they can be let in? I can vouch for the two if they cause any issue surely I will take the blame and pay the price." She remarked smoothly to Ember dipping her head respectfully to the mare. Perhaps she merely did not know one of them and assumed some sort of ploy? She could understand due to the strain between the herd. With Syria's vouch for them surely the gate would be lifted up for them. WC || 398 Post 3 |
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Post by dayzea on Jan 23, 2016 9:04:03 GMT -6
Salvatore | Iron Hoof
The red bay gave a respectful grin upon the sight of the Aodhians. There was a sigh of relief as they approached the gate, and as Alyman spoke their greeting he gave a bow of his head. Salvatore was the Sultan's youngest and newest Iron Hoof, so he often left it to the others to give their speeches on his behalf. Simply watching was his preferred way of learning the ropes.
He gave an innocent wink to Syria, who was the single mare he recognized out of the group. He had expected to see her - why would they not send Serora's Ambassador to greet them? But Salvatore quickly snapped out of it when the dark mare spoke up. "Stop. Close the gates!" The unicorn looked up at the mare with a look of questioning. With a raised eyebrow he looked from her to Alyman, who appeared to be stuck in a state of trance. What on Earth...? He pulled his chin to his chest and stepped one cautious hoof forward, like a dear at the edge of an empty meadow. "Ma'am?" He tilted his head at the mare, gazing with narrowed eyes at the clear distrust on her face. He shot a glance back at Alyman, both eyebrows raised, practically touching his forelock with sheer surprise. What?! Miss you? What's going on here? He kept the concern to himself, and instead looked to his right as Iscah, silently asking if she could explain the situation.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Jan 23, 2016 11:15:46 GMT -6
Iscah was brimming with excitement at the sight of her Aodhian brethren approaching. “Look! They’re coming! That wasn't too long of a wait, now was it?” She grinned, and glanced to Alyman. She recognized Ember, Axel, and the Seroran emissary, but she was not too sure of the other in their welcoming party. Regardless, they were a welcomed sight.
But before the gates could be fully opened, Ember had barked an order for them to be closed.
Stop. Close the gates!
The impact of the gates slamming to the ground made her jump, and she took a few steps back. Iscah stared, blinking in confusion, her ears turned back. It was one of those very few moments in her life where she did not know what to say. Alyaman greeted them still, his voice holding a surprising touch of softness. She looked to him and then back to Ember. Did these two know each other?
She was offended by Ember’s actions, to say the least. Questioning why the adviser had the audacity to deny them entrance like that. The Serorans had come all this way, just to be denied entrance!? She would not stand for this!
“Now just wait a minute!” Iscah huffed and suddenly pushed past Alyman. Her brows furrowed. “With all due respect, Ember, we have traveled a very long way! The least you could do is allow us entrance and hear our request.” She stood close to the gates, her eyes resting on the adviser. Perhaps she reason with Ember, for the two knew each other somewhat well. Ember had been the one to train her, and had always been a presence in her life. No matter, she refused to return to Sedo without any discussions made, she was determined to make it happen.
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Post by Queerly on Jan 23, 2016 19:21:22 GMT -6
Ember felt the air escape her lungs in great heaves, teeth grit against the pressure. Her composure had slipped, and stood teetering on the precipice of shattering. That simply would not do. Not now, not in front of him. Bolstering her willpower, Ember commanded her heart and breath to even out. Her body acquiesced, realigning to the picture of poised equilibrium she was known for.
But the fury remained. It smoldered in her eyes and reflected in her curled lips, disdainfully drawn over bared teeth. "One would have to think of you, to miss you." She told the roan diplomat, and it was hard not to spit the words, to throw them like the barbs of venom they were. "May fire burn your wings to ashes."
It was Syria's soft voice that reminded the Adviser they were not alone. Reality came crashing back so suddenly that it nearly broke her composure anew. Her head twitched in the appaloosa's direction and a black ear coiled back to listen, but she not break Alyman's gaze. "No." She told the mare, her tone grave.
The blooded stallion was moving. Ember could see him, a fiery blur in her peripherals. She replied to his worried curiosity much in the same way. "No."
And at last, Iscah. Her raw indigence was enough to cut through whatever spell the Adviser and Iron Hoof had been captured in. Ember turned her eyes upon the silver mare, and stared as though seeing her for the first time. Five long, silent seconds passed as the pair regarded one another, five seconds in which Ember realized she was acting far too rash.
"You may enter." She said at length. Her attention swung to Salvatore. "And you."
Finally, her gaze returned to Alyman. "You can return to where you came from."
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Post by Dry-oasis on Jan 23, 2016 23:48:20 GMT -6
Through the bars, Alyman watched the mare flit through a galestorm of emotions, struggling with her anger, anxiety, disgust and yes, there- that twinge of raw pain. Satisfaction curled the stallion's lip into a snarling grin, yet he was furious, too. How dare she show such pitiful feelings, when she was so much better than that, so much fiercer?
"Peace, Syria." He replied, gentling his voice for the appaloosa, who deserved none of his scorn. When Ember looked away to focus on the Aodh Emissary, so too did Alyman shift his gaze to the painted mare. His expression melted into one of amusement. He appreciated how fiery she was. Aodh could, on occasion, produce worthwhile members.
His gaze swung back to Ember as she amended her command, allowing Iscah and Salvatore to pass - but not himself. Typical, he thought, and nearly rolled his eyes the same way rebellious youngsters did back home. He had no intention of letting his comrades move on without him, and let it be known by the tone of his voice when he spoke. "Dearest," He cooed, watching her withers flinch against the word, "Is Valore so fragile that it would fall beneath the weight of one horse's admittance? Do you fear me so much that you cannot abide my presence?"
The gate was opening, Ember's scowl hot as coals on his fur. "What will your king say when he learns you turned me away? Surely he would resent an adviser making decisions in his stead."
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 24, 2016 5:51:59 GMT -6
Syria || Ambassador || Serora
Waves of emotions filled the speckled mare as all she could seem to do was watch the scene unfold. Eyes glanced to her comrades, how they all seemed a bit confused as why they remained on the other side. Despite her ever running emotions, her out appearance seemed now unhinged, giving into her role without hesitation. Eyes darted to the side to eye Ember as she spoke 'No.' To her and Salvator. Nostrils flared everso slightly a weak point in showing her true emotions how the anger was swelling within her. How dare Adoh dishonor her herd like this. They needed help and Aodh agreed to see to them, though Adoh, always so clever with words could easily say 'Well we say them' anything to get themselves out of trouble. She loved Adoh, but in moment like this she longed for her home that welcomed all with grace. Ears perked forwards as Iscah began to talk, and surely she had doomed them all with her talk. Luckily it wasn't her own herd mates talking, or Syria swore she would have shot them the evil eye for daring to say such things. Though it awoke Ember from her trance like state, allowing all to enter but Alyman, and that gave her no peace, despite what he said.
A curious brow arose as the two began to talk, to each other.She couldn't help but wonder what had happened between the two? Obviously something quite grace, as she never had seen Ember act out in this way. Syria had always seen her cool collected self, seeing this was... Something. Syria thought mindlessly to herself. Though as spoke, she couldn't help but smirk, clever with words, able to twist things to make them see how this could go wrong. Sure it could go wrong for herself, but that was doable, she could handle it. Eyes turned to see the gates beginning to open and in all honesty she had to keep herself relaxed as she knew she would be talking to Salvatore and Iscah soon, she dearly wanted to know what was happening.
Being so new to her gift, with working with emotions at times emotions she felt so strongly about are the one she seems to seep onto others at this very moment she was doing the same. With the sense of excitement and of course longing. Two emotions inter tangled together. Even Lyra was soon up on all fours eyeing them all, even making a faint cry out to them, like babes do to get their mothers attention. The two have missed them all and Syria wouldn't deny herself the feeling of missing and longing for them and her herd. "So glad to see you all." she remarked looking to each of them none of them seem wounded or hurt, that was indeed pleasant news.
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Post by dayzea on Jan 24, 2016 13:50:07 GMT -6
Salvatore | Iron Hoof
The unicorn watched the dark mare with a raised eyebrow as she spoke. A slight wave of rage rolled over him as Ember refused Alyman's entry, something Salvatore would not tolerate. He spoke, low and hazy in attempt to cover his anger, regardless of the obvious tension between his fellow Iron Hoof and the Aodhian Adviser. "I beg your pardon, madame Ember. I appreciate you are willing to accept Iscah and I into your marvelous city, but Alyman, alongside us, has traveled hundreds of miles to have a brief meeting with your council and I'm sure everyone can agree your decision to reject him is hardly courteous. No offense. I hardly understand what beef is going on between the two of you but my herdmates and I are here on very important business that pertains equally to the three of us. I can assure you, we will be gone before you can even bat an eyelash. So, Almighty Ember, if you would please... the circumstances are dire."
As Salvatore closed off his statement, the sheer desperation in his voice became more obvious. He was practically on his knees hoping Ember would accept them into their city as a trio. He understood that there had been tension between Serora and Aodh for quite some time, but he hoped that she would be a bit more forgiving, and at least open an ear to what they had to say.
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Post by Skowler on Jan 25, 2016 15:16:36 GMT -6
The large and rather muscular Chevaliers chest puffed up with rage at the sight of what was going on, but there was little he could do but stand at Embers side as ordered until he was needed to do anything otherwise. He had anger towards Ember for shutting the door in all of their faces, and yelling at the Chevaliers to assist her in doing so. But at the same time, he knew that she like every other person has their reasons for doing certain rash things. He stood firm at her side, towering above even her and glaring over the others. His eyes looked them all over, keeping them open for any issues or problems that might arise.
He really couldn't do anything though... yet. All he could do is stand, wait and watch. Keep alert, and ready for danger should something happen if this goes south.
Axel Davine
Chevalier | Son of a Legacy
Son to Rhaego and Zohrabi Davine
note: sorry for the really short shit post, it'll be longer next time <3
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Post by Queerly on Jan 29, 2016 17:11:13 GMT -6
Ember's sapphire gaze swung to Salvatore as he spoke, and nearly, nearly she curled her lip at him and spit the venom-laced words that crossed her mind. But her tongue was delicately held between her teeth, and she did not speak them, did not even breathe a word of how Alyman could travel a million miles and still be fine, the blowing excuse for a feather-
Stop. Ember's eyes slid shut. Just for a moment, long enough to collect her senses and kept the roaring flame of her emotions well in check.
When she opened them again, Alyman was speaking. She flinched- DAMNIT- and let her gaze shift to his face, to his sneering smirk that made her want to scream and lay waste to everything and everyone.
Stop, something within her repeated. For better or for worse, the damned stallion was right. Amadeus wouldn't appreciate this story, should it keep going the way that it was, and she had to acquiesce to that boy's desires if anything was to get done. And it was as Alyman suggested: Valore was too great a city to fall to one miserable gust of wind. Indeed, Ember thought, settling the weight of her focus upon him, what harm could come, if it were only him?
"Very well." She said at length. "You may enter. But you will stay in my sight."
In the distance, the Crucible roared its excitement. The show was beginning, accented by the deep thrum of a gong. Ember flicked one ear back to listen, and smiled without mirth or kindness. "The King attends the New Year's Festivities, and the last event is to begin soon. Please- come enjoy it yourselves. In fact, I insist. There is food, drink... and entertainment."
Keeping the diplomats occurred at the Brawl would give her time to slip away, to take care of things that needed to be out of sight.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Jan 29, 2016 18:40:20 GMT -6
Well, someone must’ve woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Iscah, in all honesty, was...disappointed at how Ember acted towards Alyman. Could these two not set aside their personal differences? She frowned, a rare sight on her face, and looked to her party members. “Please, Ember. Is it really that big of a deal? We are here on business - important business - I am sure Alyman has no intentions of starting trouble.” Her words ended with a flick of her tail and she shifted uneasily at the growing tension. She gave a quick glance to Alyman. He had made a good point; Amadeus likely would be upset to hear of Ember denying entrance to someone, especially if it was over personal or petty matters.
Ember’s compliance came with great relief. A smile returned to her face. Her attention, however, was quickly turned to the loud banging of a gong in the distance. The New Year’s fights would be starting soon! How exciting!
Iscah turned to her party members. “I am sure you guys will love the event! I would be glad to show you around!” Iscah spoke in an excited tone.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 29, 2016 20:41:35 GMT -6
 Syria || Ambassador || Serora
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she listened to her herd mates rally for themselves to enter into the city, she had to admit. she was beyond proud of them, and couldn't help, but feel a bit guilty, wasn't she the one with words? The one to weasel her way out of trouble and to get things to work in her way, yet here was the three able to do what she failed to do. Eyes watched them as the gate lifted to allow them in, and it was then she took a deep breath, like fresh air, a reminder of home. Oh how at times she longed for her homeland. Though the gong of the brawl beginning made her whip her head over her shoulder and soon looked to Ember as she spoke out to them Wait what? She arched a brow in a curious manner, they were supposed to meet and talk. Their herd sent out this small party in hopes to get aid. Every moment wasted, was something they couldn't gain back. Yet Ember wanted to send them off to a party that their King was at. The very reason the king couldn't see to them was the fact of these events and yet they are to trot over there. No, she was not a fan of this at all. Yet she could see Iscah how she was so gleeful to attend the events, yet that was not all what they came for. Infact if Serora was not in trouble, none of them would be here. This event shouldn't hamper with what was needing to be done. " We all have taken time out of day to attend to the needs of Serora, surely we can pass up on the final event. We did all come here with a purpose, those events not being one." she remarked looking to them all a bit. Surely the mere mention of a festival did not allow them to simply forget why they were here, why they all have gathered. Serora was in dire needs, and it wasn't going to get better any faster if attending these events. Syria honestly did not want to bicker more, but her heart cared little for the events, not when her herd was counting on this to go well. Perhaps she should bite her tongue and keep silent, but then she already has been told no by Ember, why not get told a few more times? " Though it is your say Ember." she chimed in. WC|| 423 Post 5 |
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Post by Queerly on Jan 29, 2016 21:00:35 GMT -6
"As I said, Syria..." Ember replied, sapphire eyes cutting to the spotted mare with the intensity of the midday sun. Honestly, the audacity. "The King is attending the Brawl, and it is to him that these fine diplomats will be speaking to. Enjoying a bit of revelry, resting their weary hooves, getting to know His Majesty before diving into tedious politics... do you think it such a bad idea?" The mares flicked her tail, and did not wait for the ambassador's response. She had already made up her mind. No, she was intent on having these feather dusters occupied for an hour or two. That they might be horrified by the event was merely icing on the cake. Let them be horrified, upset and confused; with luck, they would protest, and Amadeus would take offense, nipping this entire ordeal in the bud and sending the Serorans back to where they came from empty-hooved. The thought was satisfying.
Leaving no room for further objection, the Adviser turned and took off at a rolling trot, one ear flicked backwards to ensure that they- and in particular, Alyman- followed.
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Post by dayzea on Feb 4, 2016 20:58:11 GMT -6
Salvatore | Iron Hoof
The bay gave a small, respectful nod as Ember made the decision to allow them into the city. The gate opened with an ear ringing creak, and as soon as it moved the unicorn stepped a hoof forward. Each step he took made a clack clack on the stone ground - something he didn't often hear in the desert, and he had to admit being in such a tight-knit, bustling city enjoyed him. He pricked his ears toward the drunken horses down the alleys. Now this was the type of celebrating he liked to do. With a glance toward Iscah and Ember he grinned in agreement. "I indeed look forward to it," the stallion admitted, holding his head high. Genuinely, he wouldn't miss it for the world; it wasn't every day he got to attend an Aodhian festival. But he tossed his head to Syria upon hearing her objection in such a fast manner that his mane came around and whipped against the opposite side of his face, an eyebrow questioningly raised. Surely she must be joking? They traveled for so long, it would only make sense to have even a small amount of fun.
Admittedly, he suggested he, Alyman and Iscah would only be there to attend their meeting with Amadeus and then be gone, but as the Adviser suggested, it would be wise to rest and get to know the King before getting into the boring political nonsense. He was glad Ember agreed. "We would very much appreciate it, my lady." He gave her a half-smile, and though his eyes were cool, they thanked her with warmth.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Feb 8, 2016 21:31:32 GMT -6
Yes, they had come a long way, but it would not hurt to relax for a bit. They deserved it after their long travel! There was so much tension among all of them, Iscah hoped that this opportunity to relax would help at least a little. Iscah, for one, was very ready to relax and have some fun. Although she did not blame Syria for wanting to get right to the talking. Serora was her home, so she was likely worried as to why they had come. Completely understandable.
Iscah wondered if she would be able to find her family at the Crucible. Certainly they were attending the New Year matches, they always went. She could imagine them in her mind, the whole armada of the family. King Amadeus usually invited them to the monarch’s box, but it was not often that they went in it (there was too many of them to fit - comfortably, at least).
With the gates opened once more, Iscah followed in pursuit of Ember and the welcoming party. She glanced back, ensuring that her party members were following.
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Post by Skowler on Feb 19, 2016 8:57:44 GMT -6
Axel Davine
Son to Zohrabi and Rhaego Davine
The large robust stallion stood at Embers side stedfast. Even as she denied them entry, he shouted to the Chevaliers at the gate after her, telling them to do it promptly and NOW. His job was to protect, and serve, and he would not do anything else besides that. His hooves looked anchored to the ground as the situation progressed on. As Ember changed her mind about the diplomats and the one she greatly hated. He'd keep a careful eye on that one. Ember didn't usually not trust someone for no apparent reason. She was careful, and if she had obvious reason-- he'd help protect her cause, and the people of Valore. That was his job. Not to pick favorites.
When she finally let them in, he started to square up and stand even taller-- him standing EVEN taller sounded like an impossible feat, but he managed with a deep breath and a snort. He turned his body to be square with Embers, his tail flicking a bit and his eyes narrowed in the direction of the arrivals. He would watch them, carefully, intently...
notes: (sorry my format keeps shifting I'm trying new shit) also a lot of shit going on irl so my posts are going to be infrequent. Queerly and Flare were notified. <3
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Post by FaunaFawn on Feb 23, 2016 21:49:24 GMT -6
Syria || Ambassador || Serora
To say she was sicked would not even top how Syria felt, yet all her emotions laid hidden deep within her soul, allowing it to fester like an unkempt infection. Syria remained looking forwards, giving a half glance as Ember walked forwards not caring in the least bit if she replied to Ember's question or not. Nostrils twitched, though she kept a normal face about her. Did she think it was a terrible idea? Why yes she did, but Ember would but only spit out flaring glares upon her if she spoke out once more. So instead she decided to reply to herself within her mind of what she would say. ~Well of course Ember I think this to be an ill idea. Would you enjoy the same if you were treated as such? Oh I forgot you think us all sandlickers. Wouldn't dare get your cloak dirty with such thing. But gods be good we never treat an adoh this way. To say you know what you came here to ask for help for your dying herd, but hey wanna watch some other horses get the snot beat out of them instead? How does that sound? Pretty nice? You could talk to the king, but I really doubt it. Bleh bleh bleh. If the tables would turn there would be a riot at home. That I know for sure. And here my herd mates look almost flabbergasted at the idea. Yes this is just a perfect idea. I hope someone trips and chip a hoof.~ Eyes casually look to Ember as thought of this and offered her a faint smile. "Of course Ember."
Syria trotted forwards with Lyra beside her. Syria somewhat eyed her herd mates but honestly she was ready to chew them out. Alyman was silent and Salv was all to eager to agree or so it seemed to her. Though keep the emotions locked deep within. She can scream and shout it out later about this, though this time she will be sure to not get her gift involved and make Lyra the same. Syria learned the last time she did this. Lyra was lit. She had never seen Lyra so angry and honestly scary. The cheetah was howling and screaming and was up on the walls acting like some crazed beast. Syria swore Lyra looked at her like she was bowl of ice cream and lyra the spoon. She was ready to dive in. Luckily her gift was able to calm her down, but only after Syria hid away from the initial fear. Syria remained silent knowing better to open her mouth, she worried her anger would get the best of her and the last thing she wanted to say was for Ember to chip of a hoof. Just imagine, the audacity of it all.
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Post by dayzea on Mar 9, 2016 10:33:14 GMT -6
Salvatore | Iron Hoof
The red stallion couldn't help but notice how opposed to their company Syria seemed. He eyed her up with narrowed brows, wondering what the Aodhians could have possibly convinced them of his herd. His trust in her quickly depleted. There was no harm in having a little fun, after all, and Salvatore looked forward to finally being able to kick up his hooves and relax with a foreign drink to wet his dry throat. He really appreciated the kind thought, but was there something he was missing?
As the group moved on down the city streets, he couldn't help but crack some more smiles in amusement at the already shit-faced party goers. He lagged behind everyone, slowly picking up his pace to catch up. His cougar matched his pace before deciding she was too tired to go on and leaped up onto her owner's back, at which Sal didn't even flinch. He looked up at the horizon ahead where the sky was slowly turning grey. He inhaled the fresh air, and something inside him skipped a beat. His ears flicked at attention. He realized something smelled off, rather unpleasant in fact, but he shrugged the thought away thinking he just wasn't used to the smell of a highly populated city such as this.
Post 5; 214 words.
Sorry guys! Coulda sworn I had made it to my five posts already. ^^'
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Mar 15, 2016 23:26:51 GMT -6
This was the Valore she grown up in, the Valore that she loved and treasured so dearly. The Crucible’s roar made her impatiently eager. Salvatore at least seemed to share her vigor for the events. She turned to him with a smile, and in an attempt to keep things in a jovial state, began to strike up a conversation. “This is your first time to Valore, isn’t it? Have you ever tasted Aodhian wine? It is the best!” She matched her pace to his and strode alongside him. Familiar sites passed her eyes as they made their way through the city and towards their destination.
Admittedly, her excitement about the New Year celebrations was beginning to take more importance in her mind than what they had actually come here for. The promise of the sweet wine, food, and entertainment was all too tempting. But who could blame her, honestly? She was a Aodhian, after all, no call of duty could rip her away from enjoying the pleasures of life.
And then her attentions turned to Syria, who seemed to be the sourpuss against having some fun. She moved from Salvatore's side and went to Syria's. It was simply unacceptable that any of the party members be in a bad mood. She would see to it personally that Syria brightened up. She offered her a smile. "I understand your concern for your herd, Syria, and you are not without reason. But there is no harm in having fun! Have a little wine and loosen up, it will make you feel better! Do not forget that there are diplomats being sent to all of the herds."
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Post by FaunaFawn on Mar 16, 2016 17:53:23 GMT -6
Syria || Ambassador || Serora
She watched them all so eager and her heart felt so terribly heavily, yet she let known witness her pain or misery on such things. She had long awaited this day was counting it all down so ready for once to do something more important, then what she had been doing. Yes she was Ambassador and oh she learned about Adoh, learning of tradtions and watching their way of life. She had spoken to a few or nobles and advisors, learning about the struggle between the two herds. All Syria wanted was to mend what was broken, but could things so broken get fixed?
Syria was a bit deep in thought trying to distract herself for her aggression, that she did not noticed Iscah approach her. Words almost startled her, though she offered her a smile. "Thank you Iscah, and yes it is probably a good idea to relax and enjoy some time to reunite. I.. I just worry for Serora, I have been gone for such a time." A small smile spread across her feature as she didn't oppose the idea to greatly, well that was a lie, Her heart was always for Serora, though the reminder that there were other going out trying their best to give Serora hope, well gave her some small hope. Syria had to give credit to Iscah, she has been able to handle everyone with ease, something even herself couldn't even do. "Thank you." she remarked once more. "I think a drink is indeed well needed." she jested a bit as perhaps all their nerves were a bit on end and to do something to just relax and unwind would be best.
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