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Post by gone-astrayy on Sept 16, 2017 7:30:37 GMT -6
Dawson | Agriculturist
Half tuning everyone else out as he looked back at the mural, taking in the ancient, and unsettlingly pristine art, his attention only wavered as he heard a small whimper coming from one of the Tenderfeet. Turning his head, he saw that one of the youngest was now pressed to his sisters' side, looking like he was about to start crying if something didn't happen soon. Since his mother wasn't around, maybe Dawson could help. Coughing to grab Moree's attention, he eyed Owain in a silent question to see if he could talk with the child before trotting over to the small hippocampus, a warm smile on his face.
"Hey bud, I know this place is new and that it might seem scary, but you don't have to be afraid. Cascade led us here, and she wouldn't have brought us here if it wasn't safe." his tone was soft, a soothing sound that always worked in calming his little sister down when she was upset. Naiya, also wanting to be part of the action, slid off of Dawson's shoulder and waddled over to Owain, squeaking and chattering the entire way, before rubbing against Owain's legs, her squeaking merry and relentless.
As they continued deeper into the bowels of the ruins, Dawson stayed near Owain, Naiya waddling between the pair, chattering intermittently. A soft whisper of a voice ghosted over Dawson's ears, causing him to pin them back. The sound sent a chill through his body, and if it weren't for the rest of the group, Dawson was sure he would've bolted. However, the deeper they ventured, the more the view compelled him to stay. They made their way to a set of doors, and as they opened the doors wide, Dawson's eyes widened and he froze. There were already horses there. But... That was Emperor Damarion's name just spoken.
His eyes roved over the scene, and as his hooves shifted underneath him, the scene changed, startling the young agriculturist. Watching all the horses, unicorn... and pegasi, all working together, not a hint of animosity or disgust apparent on anyone's face. It was a scene that spoke to his soft heart, but confused him nonetheless. And then the scene changed again, this next one rocking Dawson to his core.
It was the Solstice ceremony. Everyone in the scene was celebrating, everyone was joyous. As they watched, all collectively waiting for the sacrifice to happen.... It never did. As the memory faded away, Dawson stood there, feeling overwhelmed by what he had just witnessed. There was a time before the sacrifice... It was real. Still reeling from what happened, he missed what Krein said, but saw Thalassa about to reply to the kirin.
Until, that is, a disembodied voice floated to them from the darkness of the room, full of sadness and regret. And the words only confused the teen more. How? How could something so important be so completely forgotten? And who was speaking to them? Dawson's eyes squinted, trying to see if there was someone standing in the cover of the shadows. One of the Tenderfeet trilled out that it was Cascade, and he looked back at the colt before looking to Thalassa. Was it true? Was he finally hearing the voice of his Goddess?
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 19, 2017 2:33:42 GMT -6
Thalassa There is a swelling storm,
and I'm caught up in the middle of it all
Thalassa shot a sympathetic glance towards Owain as he started quietly sobbing on the floor as Moree tried to comfort him. Such strange goings on must be terrifying for the young ones... Her gaze shifted towards Orianna, Seven, and the overly enthusiastic Teagan as he spouted some theory about the voice belonging to Cascade. As much as Thalassa wished that was the case, she didn't think it was so. She had heard Cascades voice in this very temple only a few months prior, and it didn't seem like this voice was the same. Then again, the gods worked in mysterious ways and who was she to question them,
Taking a tentative step forward, she asked the words that seemed to be on everyone's mind in that moment. "Who are you?" Her voice trembled slightly, unsure of what to do next, but she took comfort in the fact that there were other competent adults here with her as well.
The voice was silent for a moment, and the soft sound of hoofsteps could be heard echoing throughout the dark room. A dim light began to glow gently as a figure appeared, materializing out of the darkness.
"My name is Athaliah, and I am the last in a long line of equines tasked to care for this holy temple hundreds of years ago. I am not Cascade, nor do I speak for our great Wave Mother. I am a keeper of the past, present, and future, and I protect the truths our people have forgotten." She said matter of factly, dipping her copper head ever so slightly. "Cascade has revealed these things to you for a reason, though I cannot tell you what that purpose is, as that is not my job. I suspect you have many questions, and I can help you make sense of the things you have seen , as well as give you insight into the history that you have witnessed. Come, let us leave the inner sanctum and find someplace more... predictable to speak." She continued, picking up a small lamp resting near her hooves. "Your camp should work well enough." She added, briskly heading towards the open doorway behind the small group.
Thalassa stood there in awe of the strange mare. Had she lived here her entire life? And if so, why? What did she mean she was tasked as the caretaker of the temple? So many questions raced through the Cleric's mind as she turned to follow the rather simple looking mare. Tossing her head to the side, Thalassa silently urged the others to follow along as well. At least if this was some sort of a trap, they would be safer if they were together.
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Word Count: 451
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 19, 2017 22:48:38 GMT -6
Moree | Cleric | Post 5
Moree's breath caught in her throat as the copper stranger appeared, announcing herself to the group of explorers. She had never heard of a horse living alone in the Wilds, protecting a building, even a sacred one, and she found it difficult to wrap her head around the idea of living in solitude in the ancient grounds. Of course, the golden mare hadn't heard of much in her abridged lifespan, so it was not unusual for her to be unaware of the goings on around her. However, based on Thalassa's reaction, Moree guessed that the stranger was not a usual occurrence in Talorian culture.
As the sanctum's guardian suggested that they move somewhere else to speak together, Moree glanced to Thalassa for guidance. With a jerk of her head, the mare gestured that the other horses should follow Athalia back towards the camp. As she limped after the stranger, Moree kept checking over her shoulder to make sure that Owain was staying close, as she was concerned due to how frightened he was, and that he was so vulnerable should the stranger turn out to be not so trustworthy. Satisfied for a few seconds that he was all right, Moree glanced back at the copper mare, narrowing her eyes. Could they really trust the stranger? For their sakes, she really hoped so.
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Post by houndflash on Sept 20, 2017 10:28:53 GMT -6
Krein-Talori-Outsider
Krein watched as the others around him stay in awe about the vision that had happened before them, obviously having information that Krein wasn't privy too, as many of the faces seemed skeptical of his prediction. The kirin snorted internally at his lack of information of this new world that he was basically plopped into, which wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't put back on this earth surrounded by horses that kept just as many secrets as his own memories did.
He was about to speak, requesting (semi politely) whom the horses were in the vision, and what they believed it meant, when a voice seemed to have materialize from the darkness that surrounded them. "That was not a glimpse of the future. What you just witnessed were fragments of the past, long since forgotten by all by a chosen few."
Krein glanced around, really wishing he had a weapon of some sort, or knowledge of how to really utilize a weapon of some sort, just in case this was a malicious spirit and the children were in trouble. Thankfully, he seemed to be the only one with such a idea, as one of the kindlings instantly cried out that the voice must have been the goddess of water, which personally was close enough to a malicious spirit to Krein, but I digress. Apparently Krein had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear someone request the spirit's identity, as the next sound and vision Krein saw was soft hoofclicks, and a dim figure coming out from the darkness.
"My name is Athaliah, and I am the last in a long line of equines tasked to care for this holy temple hundreds of years ago. I am not Cascade, nor do I speak for our great Wave Mother. I am a keeper of the past, present, and future, and I protect the truths our people have forgotten. Cascade has revealed these things to you for a reason, though I cannot tell you what that purpose is, as that is not my job. I suspect you have many questions, and I can help you make sense of the things you have seen, as well as give you insight into the history that you have witnessed. Come, let us leave the inner sanctum and find someplace more... predictable to speak. Your camp should work well enough."
Krein narrowed his eyes at the new figure, and this "Athaliah's" words, but he couldn't really judge too much as he was skeptical at all of these horses, and was rarely trusting. Though to his surprise, Thalassa apparently agreed with the new figure's idea, and started following the horse back to the camp, signaling for the others to follow after. Which coming from the horses who seemed to trust no one and nothing, seemed strange, and an almost desperate move, though more bodies, an open space, and a more recognizable area would be better if this was a trap by this new golden mare. So, as seemed to be his new normal, Krein followed along near the back of the small group, both trying to make sure the others could see him, and trying to not be seen.
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Post by posy-punch on Sept 23, 2017 9:46:25 GMT -6
SINCLAIR CASIMIR
INDENTURED SERVANT
 inclair nodded as Krein examined the Temple aloud. She was curious of him, to say the least, but to see he was as confused as they were was interesting to say the least. Seven ran up to question him, and Sinclair swung her head away to scan herself. Everything was so well-preserved, so beautiful. She did not have to voice her wonder, it was visible on her face. Tegan asked his questions and Moree answered, and Sinclair stayed silent, having her breath stolen away with every step further into the beautiful space. Suddenly, her ears pricked. Voices. She followed the rest of the group to the room, immediately recognizing the group of four as the divine, defender, sage, and emperor. Though, it was off. Spectacularly so, seeing as the Defender bore his own set of wings. Damarion, they were saying. Just as quickly, the scene was gone and in its place stood the celebrations. The hair rose on Sinclair's neck as she watched, confused as the celebrations closed without, without the sacrifice.
With the sound of the second, much more real sounding voice, now, Sinclair pressed near Thalassa, drawing her telekinesis out to brush against everyone, a warning touch. Tegan exclaimed that it was the Wave Mother, but there was nothing to the voice that seemed familiar and she was positive she had heard her Mother's voice in the Temple when they were given the pretty, pearly tears. Just as quickly Owain began to cry, instantly drawing Sinclair's attention as well as Moree's. She gently pet along his neck with her telekinesis, her words small murmurs of everything being all right.
As quickly as the new mare had appeared, everything seemed decided. Sinclair would not fight, she had learned long before that the ways of her Goddess were often obscure. She merely hoped Athaliah was true to her word, so long as that remained and she did not appear to cause havoc, Sinclair could trust her. "Come on children, it appears Thalassa has some things to get back to camp for." She said, standing up further, kind eyes welcoming the new mare and hoping to put at ease some of the children. The group was already beginning to move, Sinclair heading up the back, excited to see what Athaliah had to say to their questions back at camp.
words: 395
hex code: #023b91
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 24, 2017 1:24:53 GMT -6
You begin retracing your steps back to the camp, listening to the strange mare talk as you do. Her manner is calm and patient as she speaks, answering
your questions to the best of her ability and explaining things that might be confusing. By the time you return to your camp, you have learned that this mare has lived here her entire life, and is the last remain alive. It has been her duty to protect this place
and the history it holds within it's walls. While there is still much about the temple she
hasn't explained or revealed, she no longer feels like a threat.
As you reach your camp, you can see that the others have returned from their expedition into the wilds to gather much needed resources. While confused by the sight of
the older chestnut mare, you manage to reassure them that she means no harm.
After a few hours, Athaliah says she must retire to the inner most sanctum once more, but she promises to return with more answers in the coming days. While your venture into
the Temple has left you with more questions than answers, it seems you have found a valuable
ally in this strange mare....
This concludes Talori Plot 405: Only Time Will Tell! Thank you all for participating and I hope you all enjoyed yourselves!
Please feel free to write any additional wrap up posts you may want to include at this time <3
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 28, 2017 18:12:20 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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