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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2017 19:48:41 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 402: Those Who Wander  Team Leader: Seeker Participants: Rynn, Zemora, Lazarus, Shiann, Avella (NPC) Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: A storm rages above Sirith, and your journey through the Vastlands has been arduous. Relentless rain pelts and blinds you, hindering your progress through a monotonous landscape. Have you been here before? You couldn't have, that's impossible, but... it looks so familiar. It seems that, after hours of wandering in the dark, you are lost. The light of an inn in the distance is a welcome sight, and intermittent lightning illuminates your path up the vagabond road. The warm glow behind the shutters, the muffled sound of music, and the smell of hot food seem to have drawn other travelers to the cozy-looking building. Dripping and shivering, you seek shelter. Location: an unmarked inn in the Vastlands Time of Day: It's so dark... Is it nighttime already? You're can't be sure. Current Weather: A raging thunderstorm You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2017 22:49:35 GMT -6
You're surprised by the number of people occupying the inn's main room when you enter. The Vastlands are a wide wilderness, sparsely populated at best. You could live out here for months and never see another soul; you know this from experience. Yet, at least a half dozen horses converse quietly, happily around the tavern that makes up the cozy building's first floor, and they pay you no mind as you enter.
The room is warmly lit despite only a handful of its six lanterns currently burning, made of honey-colored wood and though sparsely decorated, has a distinct charm. Small details --intricate carving on the woodwork, an embroidered hem on a curtain-- catch your eye and hint at a certain care that you have been missing in this feral country. Equines rest around tables or nurse drinks at a long oak bar. None of them seem even a shade as damp as you and the other newcomers.
A young filly picks a lute skillfully in the corner, playing a tune so pleasant and unobtrusive that it seems a natural accompaniment to the atmosphere. You almost don't notice her at first, but she gives you a smile when she catches your eye. "Sounds like quite the storm," she says, her soft pink teke not missing a note on the instrument's strings. "You must be freezing. Help yourself." Her clothes are drenched, too, her pigtails frizzy and half-dried. She can't have been here long.
The smell of hot stew greets you from the other side of the bar, but there is no cook (or barkeep) in sight.
post 1 | 265 words Inn Map KEY:
Rectangle with a “T” or “S” or both: table or shelve or table & shelves.
Circle: bar stool or chair
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Post by dayzea on Aug 17, 2017 12:41:50 GMT -6
LAZARUS
HEDGEWITCH
Lazarus could see the storm from a mile away, the blackening clouds in the distance threatening the tall kirin as he glowered at the edge of the meadow. With a quiet scoff he turned on a hoof and proceeded in the direction in which he came. He began to grow irritated, for it was a pain to have to drag all his equipment from camp to camp, and starting from the point he came from was not in Lazarus' agenda.
The stallion began to mutter obscenities to himself, as if the storm stopped him on purpose. His hooves stomped over the mud and twigs at his feet, and before long he felt the rain start ticking his back. With a glance up he groaned; you couldn't see much above that treeline, but it sure was getting dark. Fast.
Within seconds the rain grew heavier and louder -the noise of the water drops echoing on the leaves above him, and with it came a violent clap of thunder that nearly made the kirin jump ten feet. Picking up the pace, Lazarus began to grow thankful that he was in such fine shape. Lugging all of his medicinal equipment was certainly no easy feat.
In the midst of his thoughts, Lazarus found himself in another clearing. Only this one had a cozy looking inn right in the center of it. Most curious, he thought to himself. Surely this had been the way he came before, yet he did not recall seeing this building there before.
The stallion grew uneasy, for he knew how much the commonfolk of Breim disliked his kind. But according to his location on the map, there was no inn marked, so perhaps there were no regulars here -or maybe no one at all. Lazarus began to grow cold, now drenched with rain, so he decided it was a risk he would take.
Quickly and quietly he stepped inside, not hesitating to find a seat in the quiet corner of the tavern. For how remote its location was, Lazarus was surprised that there were at least six other patrons here. He was thankful no one paid him any mind, the kirin knew he stuck out like a sore thumb. Keeping to himself he embraced the quiet, breathing a soft sigh as he set down all of his gear beside the table, his antlers gently dripping with every move, and an ear flicking toward the filly in the opposite corner, modestly plucking her lute. For a moment he met her eye and gave her a gentle smile. "Thank you," he said, but decided not to eat right away. Instead he took a moment to sit down, catching his long lost breath.
He looked back to the filly. "What a lovely tune," he praised. For a moment he wondered where her parents were, but he concluded he didn't particularly care. There were stranger things he had seen in this short new life, his very existence being one of them. A capable looking filly playing a lute in a tavern was the least of his worries. 1 | 514 |
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Post by MapleEgg on Aug 17, 2017 21:07:35 GMT -6
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"The only real voyage of discovery
consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes."
- Marcel Proust
Seeker winced as rain pelted the mare,soaking her to the core. It was not her first storm on the road it would certainly not be the last. Glancing back she saw her dear companion, Shiann. Seeker paused for a moment to let the other mare reach her. Bending her neck she leaned close to her ear, the broad flat of her side brushing Shiann's .
"If you see a cave... Or some rocks...or even a downed tree-" a loud crack interrupted her and she closed her eyes,leaning more against her friend. As if she could shield her from the weather. She waited a moment to see if the ground shaking boom would come again. When it didn't she continued. "We can wait it out in something makeshift..."
Bringing her head back around she stayed close to her friend. The rain made it difficult to hear and even with Seeker's crisp voice it seemed to swallow all sound.
She continued to walk alongside Shiann,leaning into the wicked rain and did her best to look for any form of shelter and just like that something presented itself. A warm glow had caught her attention and she turned to look at Shiann to make sure she simply wasn't hallucinating. Shiann seemed to see it too and by the looks of the inn a ways down a rickety road, it looked rather lovely. Immediately Seeker's mind stood to attention. Something just wasn't right here. Turning her blue and green eyes to Shiann, a silent question passed to her about approaching such a place...Should we go in?
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Post by Western-Witch on Aug 18, 2017 1:10:32 GMT -6
Zemora | Hedgewitch
Zemora had left her shop and home about a week or so ago in search of more supplies. She had been running low, and with her adventures in Onea, she hadn't gotten nearly enough of what she needed. But she welcomed the fresh air around Sirith. After her run in with Vindicators and a sudden new roommate she needed the quiet time alone. She had decided to try and brave the storm in search of fungi that bloomed when moisture was present. This would help her locate the little buggers much easier. Especially since she was nearing the end of the day. Her bad leg was aching furiously by the time the rain came sluicing in. She wasn't entirely ready for the downpour that assaulted her from the heavens. But she foraged on. Soon her saddle bag was comfortably full, and just in time. She had slipped in some mud and was now half covered in it. Disgusted and annoyed she began to seek shelter. Thunder and lightening picked up the storms chorus and rang wildly around her. She thought she could handle this storm, but it was becoming increasingly alarming! Suddenly in the distance she saw two horses pushing forward, towards a glowing beacon. She knew to stay clear of them during weather like this. They could easily jump her. She lifted tucked her lantern close to her, illuminating only the ground directly in front of her. As she skirted the two equines, she came across an inn. She paused before the warm light could touch her form. An inn? In the middle of Sirith? She had been living in this area for about fifteen years or more now. And there had never been a rumor of an inn opening along this particular path. Though now that she thought of it, she had no idea what path this was. She racked her brain for a map with familiar markings and found nothing familiar. A crack of thunder shook the world around her, stopping her thoughts and frightening the older unicorn. Seeing nothing particularly suspicious about it she decided to step inside. The warmth that engulfed her was miraculous. She suddenly felt ten times stronger with the rain safely behind her back. Inside she wasn't alone. A group of equines were so engulfed in their own conversation that they didn't even dare to glance her way. Over by the bar though she saw a peculiar looking stallion. She almost gasped in shock. Those giant antlers and those green scales? She had of course read about their species and knew for a fact that they had been wiped out hundreds of years ago. But right in front of her was one large, living and breathing one. She tried to regain her composure as music drifted towards her direction. A very small mare played an instrument almost angelically. Her voice was childlike and sweet. Zemora had another surprise when she realized this small mare was in fact just a child. Shaking her hood from her head and extinguishing her lantern, Zemora gave a grunt at the filly's words. There was food. She could smell it. Her mouth watered at the idea. But as she slowly moved that way she took in the strangeness of this inn. On a night like this equines would be drunk out of their minds, keeping the drafts of cold rain at bay. There would certainly be much more than this as well. She realized she was near the Kirin now; who was creating his own personal lake around him. She looked him over once and decided to introduce herself. This was an inn common room after all. A good place to make friends...or enemies. "Have you tried the stew yet? I'm tempted to taste it myself. Though I'm not sure yet." She had been around Hireath and couldn't help but feel a bit confused about the atmosphere. But who complain when one was taking harbor from a massively, brutal storm. "The name's Zemora by the way." She gave the Kirin a nod and looked for something warm to drink.
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Aug 19, 2017 21:21:04 GMT -6
✿❀ Shiann ❀✿
The storm had threatened the mares for so long that it was a relief when it finally rained. The changing pressures of the darkening atmosphere had given Shiann a terrible headache. It had gone away since the clouds gave out, but now she had to worry about the worsening storm.
As the thunder grew more frequent and the water fell harder, Shiann moved in closer to the other mare, Seeker. The two had been traveling together for almost a year now and Shiann couldn't express how grateful she was to have her, especially since her parents had gone missing. She was the only constant in her life right now. Well, her and her bad luck.
When Seeker leaned in, Shiann met her halfway so that she could hear her above the raging storm. "We can wait it out in something makeshift..."
Shiann lifted her head to project her voice, "It's only a little rain! I kind of like it! First bath I've had in days!" She shook her mane and laughed. "I'll keep an eye out though."
Just like that, a silhouette of an Inn seemed to emerge on the horizon. Her image was blurred but the warm glow of the buildings lights were inviting, but it was strange. Shiann didn't recall there ever being Inn in this area.
She turned to Seeker and noticed her expression mirrored her suspicions. "I don't recognize it, but it seems safer in there than out here."
Wandering had taught the two to be weary of all strangers. Two young mares were a vulnerable target in this tough world. Still, sharing an Inn with a bunch of shady strangers seemed better than getting struck by lighting or catching a cold from the rain.
CRACK!
Another burst of thunder, but louder and far closer. Shiann reared into Seeker, startled by the noise, and began to push her to run towards the shelter.
Inside was stark contrast to the roaring storm outside. There were horses spread throughout the common room but hardly anyone took notice to the two soaked mares walking in. That was something that struck as odd, but Shiann never wanted their attention to begin with. At first glance, no one was absurdly drunk or hostile looking and the place did have some nice live music. She turned to Seeker, trying to get a read on what she thought of the place.
"What do you think?"
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 19, 2017 22:20:56 GMT -6
RYNN
BARD
 YNN was not pleased with the situation she again found herself in. She had been making good time towards Sedo, and now she was thwarted yet again by the thick pelting of rain and a darkness that seemed to choke her. Unsure of what time of day it was, even of where she stood, her potential view of the stars robbed of her, the mare feared becoming lost. So, here she cantered, her eyes pealed for shelter of any kind. Even if she would have to bunker down in the tall grass at some point, the mare wanted to be out of the worst of the mud and away from the bulk of lightning. Grass whipped at the mare's legs, mud splattering her coat, but just as she began to give up, ready to trudge wherever her hooves took her, through dark as thick as stew, she saw the Inn.
It certainly appeared more welcoming than that of the outdoor storm, and, with the prospect of potentially meeting another bard with tales as thrilling as her own, the mare's mind was made up. Even so, she remained cautious of her location and who she might find inside. Like that, she swung open the door and trudged, sopping wet and covered in mud into the room. It did not take her long to find at least two familiar faces. "Call me the Oracle because I can see trouble ahead," She said loudly enough for the two mares, Seeker and Shiann, to hear her. "Appears as if bad luck follows the three of us." She smiled at them good-naturedly before surveying the rest of the room. Her eyes found the kirin quickly, another whom she recognized, and she bobbed her head in polite greeting. Near him, another mare stood, and Rynn greeted her politely as well by way of nod, before turning to the other bard in the room and smiling. Perhaps later she and the little filly could exchange stories. She made her way towards the fire, quickly finding a place at a low table, laying down and unwinding immediately.
"Shiann, Seeker," She called softly, "Come tell me of how your travels have been going. It has been a while since we have last crossed paths. Has Alya treated you well?" The mare motioned to the emptiness of the table around her before scanning the room again. She noted almost at once the lack of the cook, despite the scent of stew. For a moment she thought that perhaps they had left their post to relieve themselves or were chatting with one of the patrons (who she noticed were quite dry as well). She pushed the thoughts away in favor of looking to the two mares she had come to think of as tentative friends.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2017 15:53:06 GMT -6
Avella watched the new arrivals brightly, teke still plucking the lute resting on her knees. "Gosh," she said, loud enough for Lazarus and Zemora to hear, as her eyes wandered back over the trail of mud Rynn and all the other travelers had tracked in. The rug by the door was soaked, framed in a dark shape of water. "You must have come a long way."
When Lazarus paid the young bard a compliment, Avella cracked a cheeky grin. "Thanks!" She chirped. "I work for tips." Not subtly, she indicated a small purse with a muddy toe. A few crystal shards sat in the bottom, but not enough, Avella's wide eyes insisted, to sustain a growing young traveler. She smiled expectantly.
The wooden door swung shut behind Rynn, the final traveler, latching quietly after the bard when she moved to greet her acquaintances. When they gathered --the child, the witch, the reborn, the wanderers, the bard-- the last of the six lanterns in the room discreetly lit itself.
"I've had the stew," Avella blurted to Zemora, butting into the conversation before it started. "It's a little spicy, good though. I like potatoes."
As she spoke --as the final lantern lit, as the door locked silently -- the assorted patrons in the room immediately rose from their seating or their repose, stepped back from the bar and tables, and began to file amiably out of the tavern room. In a silent shuffle, all of the dry, clean strangers left together, spreading neatly throughout the common sleeping area, each finding a bed. At once, everyone but the six travelers laid down their heads in perfect synchronization, closed their eyes, and slept.
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Post by dayzea on Aug 25, 2017 12:13:35 GMT -6
LAZARUS
HEDGEWITCH
The pearl stallion couldn't hold back a chuckle at Avella's... subtle remark. "Why of course you are," he cracked with a friendly grin. "I hope your talent brings you to remarkable places." He winked playfully at the filly, reminiscing about his daughter. She was older than the tiny appaloosa girl, yet still, he longed to have her back in his life. Leaning toward her coin purse, he tossed in five shards before bidding her another smile.
He then turned back to Zemora, responding to her questions before even making eye contact. "I have not," he responded. "What I certainly wouldn't mind is something to drink." His chartreuse eyes met the mare's, and once more, he found himself smiling. In the deep corners of his mind he recalled a thousand years ago, when other unicorns, like her, put an end to his entire family and forced him to watch, only to bring him to the same fate. Yet there he was, centuries later and face to face with someone who should have been his enemy long ago. But this mare was gentle, and nonetheless kind. Slowly but surely, the kirin was beginning to trust again.
Reptilian pupils found themselves staring deep into the unicorn's as she spoke. "Zemora," he announced boldly. "I'm grateful to make your acquaintance. My name is Lazarus," he introduced with integrity. "You practice medicine as well, I take it?" he questioned as he glanced at the mare's saddlebags, filled to the brim with medical supplies. He found himself intrigued as more horses began to shuffle into the inn; three mares, all of whom he recognized. Three mares that were all there the night he was reborn in the forest. This will make for an interesting conversation, Lazarus thought to himself, trying not to stare too long. Promptly after Rynn entered the premises, an unfamiliar individual followed in. Suddenly as the door closed, the room seemed brighter.
What happened next all but left the doctor's jaw on the floor. As he was about to continue his conversation with the mare seated beside him, each of the other patrons in the tavern rose from their seats in synchronization. Almost in single file, they shuffled toward the common sleeping room, entered their beds and fell asleep at the same. Damn. Time.
The kirin found himself dumbfoundedly staring at the entrance to the common room, mouth gaping and brows disturbedly furrowed. With an exhale and a shake of his head, he puffed his cheeks. "Now I really need a drink," he admitted and rose from his seat to move behind the bar. "I'm assuming this hostel is self-serve, given the circumstances," he huffed, reaching for a bottle of whiskey. 2 | 448
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Post by Western-Witch on Aug 25, 2017 23:48:33 GMT -6
Zemora | HedgewitchThe two mares who Zemora had stayed far from, entered the inn as the storm raged on. They huddled close to each other and kept to themselves. Another haggard traveler found their way in as well. She greeted the other two, and from what Zemora gathered, they were already well acquainted. She then eyed the Kirin standing next to Zemora and instantly the Hedgewitch felt like an outsider.
They all knew each other. Zemora wasn't very good at keeping friends, especially that her shop was located in the middle of nowhere. She kept herself out of their notice, feeling only slightly self-conscious about the situation. The unicorn however did nod her way in a respectful sort of greeting. Zemora gave her a small smile, appreciating the kindness and nodded back. The unicorn mare sidled over to the other two and Zemora overheard their names. She didn't know which was which, but at least they wouldn't be completely unknown to her.
Suddenly the small bard spoke up, her voice was high and bright. Zemora felt a whoosh of air as the inn's door clicked shut behind the final traveler. The lights in the room grew warmer too. Zemora wasn't feeling right about this. The little bard seemed to sense this and commented on the soup, distracting Zemora's thoughts.
"Spicy you say? I've always like potatoes too." But Zemora couldn't be bothered with the soup any longer. The Kirin turned his attention to her and introduced himself to her. Lazarus. She couldn't stop looking at his green antlers. They changed to different shades of green with how the light caught them. She couldn't believe she was actually seeing one in person. Stories had traveled down the grapevine about these creatures reappearing out of nowhere. She had written them off as overreactive imaginations, but obviously she was very wrong. And he seemed to know of medicine as well. "I do, though I'm not really a graduated doctor. I just help whoever comes through my door. No matter the reason why they're there in the first place. You practice as well? We should take the time to chat one of these nights."
Abruptly, everyone who was already stationed in the inn got up. Turned. And each walked into the common sleeping area. It was like clockwork. Zemora had seen a beautiful grandfather clock that do the same thing. Creatures had paraded around in synchronization as the clock hit the hour. But this. This was unnerving. Zemora couldn't even quite see the faces of the patrons. They all seemed to evade her gaze. "Um...It's not even that late?" She said to no one in particular. Lazarus mentioned getting a drink and Zemora whole heartedly agreed. "I'll have whatever you're drinking there, Lazarus. I have a feeling we're going to need some liquid courage." She took two glasses from behind the Kirin and offered him one. She then turned to the three other mares in the room. "Any of you ladies thirsty? I'd offer you something, little bard, but I have a feeling you're underage." She tipped her glass to the now silent bard, one hundred percent not trusting the tiny child.
Zemora was playing her cool. She was most certainly rattled. Something wasn't quite right and she knew this inn had popped up over night. She knew Sirith's landscape, and nothing about this was familiar. What was going on? And how would these unknown travelers react to being in this situation?
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Post by MapleEgg on Aug 30, 2017 16:46:17 GMT -6
They had made their way closer to the inn, Seeker had not answered her dear Shiann and when she spied the familiar Bard her stomach twisted. The mare was not wrong in her predictions of trouble to follow. Time and time again that when they got together bad things happen. Seeker sighed as her emotions conflicted. Nervousness began to leak into her but all the while she was glad to see Rynn. Bucking up her courage, she smiled at Shiann when they were invited to talk. Yet before they could get a word out, everyone vanished to sleep. Chills rippled the flesh of Seeker's neck. Seriously? How much could one mare take, that was until she remembered Shiann. Quickly defensive she made sure she stayed close to her friend who still had a hurt leg. Looking around,a Kirin and a Hedgewitch mare were taking some sort of drink. They quickly began offering it to the trio but Seeker shook her head softly before speaking in her crisp,clear voice.
"I'd have to pass... Thank you though" Seeker fell silent and looked around the room. Before focusing on the young Bard that had been here when they entered. Keeping her eyes on Avella she quirked her head to the side to speak to her companion
"Shiann.... Would you check the door?"
Then she bristled herself up, trying to muster her courage before speaking to the bard.
"Something is going on here... Obviously... Who are you all?"
They better get to know each other as obviously have some sort of link or event they were going to be sharing before too long.
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Post by posy-punch on Sept 9, 2017 20:40:11 GMT -6
RYNN
BARD
“Ah, Alya, again you challenge my faith.” The mare mumbled quietly, watching as the horses rose mechanically and left the room. She made no move to question them, merely following their movement into the common room where all fell asleep at once. Rynn snorted, “I doubt a drink is very good to have. Running inebriated would be quite the challenge.” The unicorn mare shook out her mane, remaining in her place by the fire for the time being. At least, until her curiosity was further piqued.
“Seeker,” The mare called out softly, following the mare’s words, “Perhaps we don’t wish to know their names…” She trailed off, seeming to zone out of the conversation entirely. With a snap she was back, “After all, it was much more distressing to know Cassidy’s name, don’t you think?” Again the mare paused, but this time she did not elaborate further. In actuality, she left the topic all together, ignoring Seeker’s call to introduce herself in lieu of pointing out the kitchens.
“Perhaps one of you who is already up would look and see if the cook is available inside? Or even simply gather us some weapons to defend ourselves with?” She suggested mildly, letting the warmth of the flames seep through her pelt. Falling silent again, the mare began to pray softly, already preparing for what was surely to be a chaotic night ahead.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2017 10:12:23 GMT -6
The storm rumbled outside, crinkling the silence that followed the strange scene. A shutter blew open in a strong wind, clattering against the building's exterior as air screamed into the tavern. The flames in the fireplace whirled in the sudden gust, and crackled on. As the travelers regarded each other with suspicion, the door vanished entirely while no one watched. The tables had been left mid-use, food and drink abandoned. A set of fortune teller's cards were spread on a tabletop partially through a reading, and only one was turned over to be visible. Dishes and mugs sat where they'd been left. As the travelers explored the kitchen, finding it empty of staff, they discovered only the pot of stew and a wash basin half-full of room-temperature water. A long counter separated the bar from the kitchen, and it was there that a note for our travelers was waiting. It read: Thank you for joining me.
I have been searching for vagabonds like you, Wanderers who the gods have failed.
I can offer you shelter in the coming storm. I can show you how to use the deities as they have used you.
The gods are not the treasure, only the key. The paper sat beside five statuettes. The small figures were carved from bone: a four-winged pegasus, a hippocampus with a waterfall of mane, a spiked kirin with flames in its antlers, a unicorn with a stone in the center of its crook-shaped horn, and a horse with a third eye. your goal is to escape the room. avella exists to answer questions and be a guide in my stead. you are welcome to post below word count to try out solutions ; ) 252 words |
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Sept 20, 2017 18:29:24 GMT -6
✿❀ Shiann ❀✿
A brief sense of security passed over Shiann when she noticed the familiar faces of Kirin at the bar and Rynn. But that feeling completely dissipated when the odd strangers at the tables synchronically rose from there seats and proceeded to their resting chambers.
Shiann let out a shaky 'what the fuck' in reaction to the scene and instinctively moved closer to Seeker and Rynn. The others seemed to have recognized their shared experience as being strikingly bizarre too, judging by each of their comments.
Shiann refused the drink offered by the pair of horned equine, though her mouth was suddenly feeling incredibly dry.
"Shiann.... Would you check the door?" Seeker asked quietly from her side. The dapple mare answered in a quick nod and briskly made her way back to the door. She mumbled to herself. "Don't have to ask me twice."
As her teke reached for the nob, Shiann's ears spun behind her to pick up on Rynn's voice.
“Seeker, - Perhaps we don’t wish to know their names… After all, it was much more distressing to know Cassidy’s name, don’t you think?”
Rynn's suggestion, brought back all the terror of the bloodletting night, making Shiann's heart pound in her chest. 'Was someone going to die tonight?!'
Her panic really settled in though when the nob refused to turn. "SHIT!" Shiann whisper screamed as she began to rattle the door and then more desperately began to pound it.
She turned to Seeker, "The door won't--"
Just then, the storm picked up outside causing the window to bang against the building. Shiann flinched, startled by the noise. She failed to notice the objects that had appeared on one of the tables since her attention immediately went to the door which was now missing.
Shiann screamed in exasperation, "THE DOOR IS GONE!"
Immediately, the young mare started to search for another exit. She grabbed the closest chair she could find and threw it at a window.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2017 20:47:42 GMT -6
The chair Shiann picked up in frustration bounced off the glass soundlessly, leaving what should have been a fragile pane completely unharmed.
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Post by dayzea on Sept 20, 2017 20:53:48 GMT -6
LAZARUS
HEDGEWITCH
The pearl equine wasn't the least bit offended when everyone in his presence rejected his offer for a drink -all but Zemora, that is. If he were honest, the Kirin expected nothing but rejection, ninety-five percent of the time. The other five percent? When someone was at deaths door. So Lazarus did naught but roll his eyes. "Suit yourselves," he shrugged in defeat, but as he began pulling the bottle from its shelf, he felt a sudden gust of air along his scaled back.
The stallion pinned his ears at the feeling. He let go of the bottle, turning to check the windows from where he stood. All of them were closed. Next, he looked to the door.
"THE DOOR IS GONE!" Shiann roared in fear. Lazarus could see with his own two eyes that yes, the door was gone, but he walked to where the entrance once was just so he could be sure. There was doubt at the back of his mind, and he wanted confirmation. His chartreuse teke covered the entirety of the wall, feeling it up and down.
"Curious," was all he could muster. He remained calm, ignoring Shiann as she she threw a chair at one of the windows. "Surely there is another way out of here. Perhaps an entrance at the back? Through the kitchens?" Lazarus began making his way behind the bar to the kitchen, but stopped on his path, his eyes catching the note and figures on the bar where Zemora was sitting.
Lazarus stopped to read the mysterious message. Ignacio help me, he prayed as he looked to the statues. His brow furrowed, his gaze now on the young filly in the corner, then on each of the other equines in the common area. Lazarus was intelligent, but solving puzzles was not his strong suit. But one thing, to him, was obvious.
Silently, he picked up the figurine representing the fire god. He walked it across the common area to the crackling fire, and after pausing briefly, he placed it into the flame. 3 | 342 |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2017 21:03:43 GMT -6
The Ignacio figurine fell to its side unnaturally after being placed in the fire. The bone making up its shape began to somehow melt, then warp. It assumed the form of a silk moth, and fluttered out of the flames to bat against the lantern nearest the fireplace.
The fire extinguished with a sigh, leaving a pile of cold logs.
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Post by Western-Witch on Sept 20, 2017 21:05:33 GMT -6
Z e m o r a | H e d g e w i t c h And just like that everyone's calm demeanor dissipated as a cold gust of wind blew into the inn. It threatened to extinguish the fire and bring in the darkness outside. Zemora took a swig of the whiskey and felt slightly comforted by the warmth that spread down her neck. She needed that extra bit of something else to keep herself grounded. She wasn't as young as she used to be and knew the alcohol would help numb whatever came next. Zemora hardly even noticed when everyone rejected her offer of hospitality. Though she could see the three mares were unnerved heavily by herself, the Kirin and definitely the situation. She didn't like being mistrusted, though she definitely was used to it with her line of work. "Anyone see this note before?" Zemora studied the note and then stared closely at the figures. There they were. Five gods. Carved from bone, carved from death. She took a stumbling step backwards and looked wildly around her, eyes stopping on the small bard. She narrowed her eyes. Unlike Lazarus however, she did not ignore the chair bouncing wildly off the window pane. "Will you calm down!? This is a game! Don't you see? A puzzle. And we have to figure out how to put it back together!" She snapped, angry that violence was always a panicked equine's first response. Lazarus saw the note as well and gripped the one that looked like Ignacio, chucking it into the fire. Zemora watched, bewitched, as it morphed into a fluttering moth. What was next after that? "Uh...anyone have any clue what would be next?" Wait. She thought about what everyone represented. She warily held the one that looked like Cascade and let it hover over the water basin. It couldn't be that easy could it? She felt dumb, but she let it drop in, water splashing over the basin's sides. Zemora hadn't encountered many who would pull games like this. But she knew one group who would. And she had done well in her twenty years to avoid them. Though it looked like tonight was a different story.
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Sept 20, 2017 22:12:44 GMT -6
✿❀ Shiann ❀✿
Shiann watched dumbly as the chair casually bounced off the window glass. Her breath hitched. There wasn't even a scratch.
She squinted her eyes at the Kirin who had just finished examining the wall of the missing door and was leisurely heading back toward the kitchen. The unicorn mare at the bar then began to scold her.
"Will you calm down!? This is a game! Don't you see? A puzzle. And we have to figure out how to put it back together!"
This is a game!
This is a game!
This is a game! I am sure that you all know of our little... game.
The sick, twisted words of the blood colored mare came back to Shiann as if they were whispered directly into her ear. "NO!" She cried. "I don't want to play a game! Don't you see that this isn't natural?!" She turned to the unperturbed little filly in disbelief.
"How are any of you calm right now?! We don't even know where this 'game' ends!" She began to follow the unicorn mare and Kirin into the back kitchen, trying to reason with them. "What if we open something we're not supposed to? What if we become zombies like all those other horses? What if whoever is setting the rules is just toying with us before they kill us?? What if- wha- ha"
The dapple mare then began to breath too heavily to continue her rant of panic. She fell to her rump in the doorway trying to catch her breath and watched in great concern as the two in front of her worked on solving the riddle. Lazarus put the fire god's statue into the hearth. When the figure melted and a moth magically flew from the flames, Shiann could only whimper.
Next, Zemora placed cascade's figure into the water basin. Shiann looked at them with pleading eyes. "Please stop. You don't know what you're doing."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2017 12:47:11 GMT -6
Despite being made of lightweight bone, the Cascade figurine sunk with unnatural quickness to the bottom of the basin, vanishing into the opaque dark water without disturbing its surface.
Avella watched the scene with obvious confusion and terror. Shiann's outcry added to an atmosphere of uncertainty, and the filly felt tears sting her eyes. She was on her feet now, standing with her possessions clutched close to her small body. Her purse, still wet from rain, dropped some of her shards as she scurried to the middle of the room, away from the lanterns. "What's happening?" she bleated to Zemora, just as the water level in basin began to recede.
The water was disappearing rapidly, the liquid seeming to vanish rather than drain from the vessel. It soon left an empty bowl, with a silkmoth sitting at its bottom. The insect flapped soft wings and took flight, drawn instantly to the lantern closest to Zemora.
Two moths bumped against the glass of two oil lanterns, each near the horse who had freed them.
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Post by posy-punch on Sept 21, 2017 15:50:36 GMT -6
RYNN
BARD
YNN shuddered with the wind, and downright recoiled when the note on the counter was read aloud. "Shiann, we have survived much. Trust your luck. Have you not Seeker here to watch your back?" She called out as the grey mare followed the hedgewitches into the kitchen. She noticed the little bard whimper, darting for Zemora. Fear. Fear. Fear. The unicorn mare felt a strong sense of foreboding with the situation, one she voiced.
"The statue calls into question the glory of the gods," she mused quietly, as much to herself as she spoke to anyone else listening, "I fear playing their games. I feel vengeance coloring their words." Perhaps, that was merely how she interpreted it, but that was the basis of the warring feelings inside her. A fear bubbling up, a familiar fear. "They remind me of the northern wolves, those Cultists." She said softly even as she stepped up into the open window and set Alya's statuette upon the sill, much to worried that throwing the statue out would result in the puzzle being unable to solve. Alya, grant us your wings, deliver us to safety. She thought quietly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2017 16:00:54 GMT -6
The wind snatched the statuette from the sill, and it whipped into the night. There was no sound of it hitting the ground, even as the howling storm outside faded abruptly. The rain -- which the travelers now realized had stopped when the second moth appeared -- was gone, and the wind too had faded. The darkness outside was impenetrable but tranquil. Silent.
So silent, in fact, that Rynn could hear the sound of small wings beating toward her. A third moth fluttered in the open window, and began urgently beating against the lantern above her head. |
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Sept 21, 2017 17:08:58 GMT -6
✿❀ Shiann ❀✿
"What's happening?"
The child's terrified voice rang through Shiann's ears making her instantly feel guilty for her earlier outburst. She was always the first to panic and she hated to burden everyone with her own fears. But these fears were justifiable, no? Was it not reasonable to suspect a bad outcome after what she had experienced?
The second moth emerged from out of the basin. Shiann looked at Avella with defeated and apologetic eyes as Rynn picked up the statue of Ayla. She watched the bard from inside the kitchen as she placed the figure on at the window. "Rynn-" Shiann began but then stopped herself when the ragging storm outside fell silent and another moth flew to a lantern.
Whatever was at the end of this, they were another step closer to it.
Shiann picked up the note and reread it to herself.
"Thank you for joining me.
I have been searching for vagabonds like you, Wanderers who the gods have failed.
I can offer you shelter in the coming storm. I can show you how to use the deities as they have used you.
The gods are not the treasure, only the key."
She meditated on the words. Have the gods really failed me? Have they used me? Shiann had always been spiritual, as she felt anyone truly living off the land should, but she had no patron god. She had never been blessed. Was there anyone up there really looking out for her? For more than a year she felt like every step was leading her into a trap.
Shiann picked up the bone figure of Kaia and studied it. Briefly, she contemplated exactly what kind of bone it was made of, whether it had possible equine origins, but then moved on to the idea of Kaia herself. She had prayed to the Earth Goddess on multiple occasions and, out of all the gods, probably revered her the most. But she had never answered her. Not even on the night of the cultist's attack, on the goddess's own soil.
Shiann looked deeply into the blank face of the figure. 'Is it because I'm not Onean?' She asked, silently, "Do god's truly turn their backs on the vagabonds?"
She walked slowly over to the pot of simmering stew. The other pieces were unlocked by their respected elements. Kaia was the Earth Mother. She was life. Food is life giving, right?
Shiann leaned away from the pot, hesitant about what she was about to do. She looked at everyone for a bit of courage before taking a deep breath.
'Here goes nothing."
She dropped the figure into the pot.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2017 18:51:02 GMT -6
As Shiann predicted, the stew swallowed the figurine. "Wait!" Avella cried, as the one skeptic in the group seemed to give in. "What are you doing?!" Her voice was shrill.
The simmering pot of hearty soup instantly turned sour. The vegetables withered, mold sprouting all over them as the broth blackened, and Shiann was assaulted by the stench of rotted food in the brief moment before the food decayed entirely, and was gone. Left at the bottom of the empty pot was, of course, a fourth moth. It fluttered to the lamp that had flickered into dimness when Shiann had thrown the chair against the window. As its small body ran into the lantern's glass side, it glowed brightly again.
Four lanterns, each beside a traveler, now have a moth flying nearby, batting insistently against them. One figurine remains.
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Post by dayzea on Sept 23, 2017 19:31:07 GMT -6
LAZARUS
HEDGEWITCH
Only one figure remained, one representing Argus. Lazarus knew he wasn't familiar with the arcane god, but as the final moth found its way to the lantern, he began pacing the common area looking for something unusual and out of place.
The kirin snorted, his beard twirling as he rocked his head back. What in this situation wasn't out of place? He himself was out of place. But there had to be something, something that would click.
Lazarus froze at a table next to a wall. Without looking, his ears flicked down at its surface. There were tarot cards spread out along the table, only one with its surface face-up. "Hmm," he pondered to himself. Could it be? It was the only answer the kirin could think of.
He walked back to the bar and retrieved the final figurine. Moving back to the table with the tarot cards, he carefully placed the figurine in the center as a lit candle flickered and reflected in his eye. He sat his rump down on a chair in front of the card and figurine, waiting for something, anything to happen. 4 | 187 |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2017 23:45:11 GMT -6
The figurine was placed in the center of the table, surrounded by cards. Directly in front of it was a card turned face up, decorated with the image of a horse leaping out of a set of shackles. The Hedgewitches in the room knew the card to be an arcanum called Freedom.
The figurine sat latent. For several heartbeats it seemed like nothing would happen, but slowly, the edges of the cards lying face down began to curl. The corners peeled back, as if burning, and all together they began to crumple. They vibrated as they folded into themselves, as the tabletop began to tremble, then to violently shake. The whole room shook.
The entire Inn began to quake, and all light in the room went out except for the six hanging lanterns. They were swinging wildly, throwing huge and erratic shadows as the floor underfoot bucked and the wall supports warped. Avella's terrified cries, powered by Sonic Voice, screamed the room into a spiral. The building became kaleidoscopic, and hard for you to understand. You no longer had trouble staying on your feet in the shaking room. You weren't aware of your feet at all. Space splintered unnaturally into fractals, at a deafening volume, but you could not truly perceive it. Your last thought was of the moths beating the glass as you accepted that something about reality had fundamentally broken. You let go.
The six travelers awoke back at their separate camps. A sunny day was already well underway; the sunrise came by in secret while the sleepers were tormented by vivid dreams. Their shared nightmare had left them with nothing but a feeling of eyes on them, and a peculiar feeling towards the colors of the sky and grass. Something was different about the bountiful world the gods had created. Something new. Another path, maybe, another option.
He would start with the Vagabonds, he thought. They wanted most to be free.
yes its literally one of those 'it was all a dream' endings sorry thank you everyone for hanging with me in this weird, weird thread! i appreciate you trying something new you were AMAZING!!!!!!!! |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2017 8:30:28 GMT -6
congratulations! 20 AP and 20 CS to all participants |
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