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Post by brandvandet on Oct 15, 2017 17:06:59 GMT -6
 Hello Starborn, and welcome!Team Leader: Baram Prompt Link: Here!Please keep the following in mind!- 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!- Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DLocation:: A wide, open room in Osulas. Time of Day: Mid-afternoon on a clear day Please allow your thread leaders to post first<3 |
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Post by brandvandet on Oct 15, 2017 18:42:40 GMT -6
baram
when the sun lights up your face
don't give me time don't give me space
From the first moments of their sultancy, they’d been swept into a rush of things to do, opinions to give, and people to meet. Baram had gone from a pleasantly busy existence as a mullah--busy but with few actual definite time constraints--to a hectic scramble of a life where everything seemed to have a deadline. Often, they’d also discovered that deadline was yesterday or before. It was an adjustment and one that had been taking a toll on their sleep.
The sudden, drastic weather changes certainly didn’t help. Their beloved goddess had been terse with her devotees, sending whirlwinds to rip at the edges of Sedo and air currents had been viciously dangerous for weeks. That had been bad enough, but now...Now this silence was downright unsettling. They’d prayed to her in every one of the few spare seconds they’d had and they couldn’t feel any response. The absence of any sort of impression twisted their stomach. After a while, after the whispers, they couldn’t tell if they were imagining it because of what people were saying or if they really did feel a void.
They glanced around at the faces in the room, still not quite believing that all this was because of just one comment. Someone, Baram couldn’t remember who at this point, asked them about the Talorian treaty. They’d answered offhand they were going to honor it. (Alya knows what else they truly expected now that it had been promised!) Then…this all happened.
“Uh, hi,” they said, realizing the growing crowd probably wanted more than that. There seemed to be a fair few here. “We’re here about the Talorian treaty, I suppose.”
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Post by loveboxer123 on Oct 15, 2017 18:55:39 GMT -6
Crescent|Serora Iron Hoof
Crescent had been waiting for this moment. Her Sultan was in question and hell would anyone attempt shit with her around. Her cloak lay over her body, blocking the scars that lay across her skin. The harness was there too, the imposing blade of her scythe covered by leather in a makeshift sheath. Silver eyes scanned the room.
She had gotten her blessing a week before, and already she couldn't feel it's comforting weight. The Sight was still there, the connection with the cheetah just outside primed and ready should she need it.
The chestnut mare shifted her gaze to Baram as they spoke, giving a short, terse nod. Crescent adjusted the harness with a tug of her mind, switching her tail as she worried her lip between her teeth. How would this turn out? Would it be good? Or would she lay down her life for her Sultan as she had predicted she would. Crescent didn't know, and the unknown factor scared her.
But she didn't let it show, keeping her face stern and impassive as she stood idly near Baram, just to keep an eye on them. Her eyes flicked from face to face, memorizing each one her eyes fell upon. They would be needed should harm decide to come to the Sultan. Another tug of the harness, readjusting it as it rubbed against her. And an adjustment of her scythe, but that was just for show.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Oct 15, 2017 19:24:35 GMT -6
Basyl Female | Fleet Foot | Seroran
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A fury of facts were thrown around. Serora was desperately in need of aid, they were on the brink of war with the Aodhians and the War Forged were doing what they did best, war. Their sandy patch of turf was under threat. Osprey was gone and Baram.. seemed like they were trying to do their best. But it was a huge role to fill and with everything that was happening.. Basyl couldn't imagine what they were feeling now. Terror maybe, she pondered. It certainly what stark emotion was keeping her up at night. Alya, while Basyl had never been too devote to her, had become silent. Apparently leaving the nomadic herd in their most desperate time of need. All for the greater good... at least the fleet foot could hope. Hope that the goddess had some great plan to help her chosen equine. Maybe somehow the god could convince her brother to stop this foolish war, miracles happened to be the talent of gods. Basyl's nose scrunched up as she plodded to the gathering place. Ignacio didn't seem like the god to want peace.
Basyl couldn't tell if they were doing the right thing, but it seemed obvious. Serora needed the Talori's help. Without it they would surely be wiped off the face of the planet. To become a bad bedtime story for wayward children. Whether their deal with Talori was right or wrong, it was undeniable that they needed to go through with it. 30,000 troops would become quintessential in the war to come. Basyl steeled herself, taking comfort in the familiar coolness of her familiar's body against her back. She'd offer Baram her support, maybe she could convince her friends and other horses to do likewise. In the end, her duty was to keep her herd safe. Their newly appointed sultan would need as much support as they could get. Now was not the time to divide the herd while they felt the heat of Aodh's flame on their backside. The gathering place was filling up, Basyl meandered in with the other horses. Baram was standing in the center, holding the attention of the group that was amassing. They seemed nervous, but that was to be warranted with the situation. Serora would get past this.. and hopefully one day the world would be back to the familiar peace that she had grown so accustom to.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Oct 15, 2017 19:27:55 GMT -6
Syria
A crowd had gathered to support Baram or perhaps to hear more of the facts, Syria was unsure. But she knew why she was here. None of the others could possibly understand what she had seen in Aodh. They think they would win this war alone in this? It was folly. At times for the greater things for the herd, they must take a risk. Syria fully believed this treaty was a risk worth taking. While she knew next to nothing of Talori, they held their Emperor here. His life was in their hands, and with that should come to some sort of comfort to those that dare assume this treaty had brought on Alya's wrath.
Syria could not blame the trio for their words, for acting out against the unknown. For what they do not understand can be quite fearful. But if they scatter like mice each time something new or strange is apporached to them, how would they ever learn? Did they presume they could live without the extra help? Did they think some extra warriors from Talori could keep their loved ones safe? No, their thoughts were selfish, conceded. They were blinded too much. Syria had caught wind of how some acted while meeting the Emperor and she could have stomped on their hooves for acting in such a manner. Perhaps her time in Aodh had skewed her vision on all of this, but she knew what was coming. She had seen them, had walked with them. Had seen their wealth and what it could buy. She could not allow this treaty to be broken. No, Serora needed this. Alya's silence was surely a time for each of them to reflect upon themselves. To understand that they themselves was truly not enough.
Alya's wrath had been seen in her twisters and chaotic wind currents, and now her silence has deafen them all. Syria took this as a time, they could no bring their goddess into this manner, to their own inner battle. No, it was a time for them to battle it out, to reflect on this treaty. Syria lifted her head as she watched Baram as they approached. She of course was not the biggest fan of Baram, but fully believed her time in Aodh had made first impressions matter greatly. Seeing them speak now, it made Syria worry, made her ponder. Eyes narrowed down a bit they supposed they were gathered here for a reason. Syria shook her head. "You supposed correctly, perhaps you can shed some light on all of this. Word travels fast, and words have a tendency to be twisted with each passing lips." Syria was not impressed, but she needed information to ensure she choose correctly with siding with Baram. While she may not support his reign fully. Osprey had made this treaty, and while the desert had called him onward, Syria believed Osprey would never mean ill will on their herd.
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Post by PaganStars on Oct 15, 2017 19:42:52 GMT -6
Jack
Jack had arrived late, his ears flicking forward as Baram quietly greeted the growing crowd, terse and forthcoming. No beating around the bushes it seemed. Stepping into the large room, Jack sighed softly as his body was enveloped by the slightly cooler air, a pleasant respite from the clear Seroran sky. His head hurt, a dull pounding just behind his ear that had stubbornly stuck with him for the past week, stress eating away at both his heart and mind. The antlers around his neck hung heavy, and the soft clinking of jade from his necklace did not bring its usual calm to his mind, rather eating away at him further. Serora was truly in a state of panic, with a large divide between its people. Jack didn't know what to think.
But he was their Shaman and damned if he wasn't going to try and help figure out just what the hell was going on. The future of their herd was at stake, physically and spiritually. Skirting along the edge of the room, Jack greeted those that he disturbed, smiling with a tired glint in his eyes. He had seen many of their faces over the past weeks, scrambling to figure out why their blessings had suddenly weakened, powers that had once flourished and embodied their spirits suddenly dimmed indefinitely. He felt his own ability slip from his grasp, his singing taking hours to do what it had once done in minutes. He felt no pride in his songs, guilt in his heart as he and those around him tried desperately to reach out and touch their god once more.
And so Jack settled and stood still, eyes cast towards their sultan before being drawn to a new voice, ears flicking absently. To be honest, Jack was undecided when it came to matters of the alliance; he merely wanted what was best for the place he called home. So for now, he would listen.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2017 20:04:25 GMT -6
B R I N Y
smell the ocean and feel the sky; let your soul and spirit fly
She scanned the room nervously, biting her lip as she tried to find someone she recognized. Of course, she knew each and every one in the room, but they werent exactly friends. Just because she knew their names, didnt mean they knew hers. She took in a deep breath as she tried to calm her own nerves. As if the threat of war wasnt stressful enough (which it really was- Briny was not one to support anything that had to do with harming other), the commotion of the treaty was certainly making it worse! Of course, Briny wanted the herd to go through with it; it was a way to help others and even get a little help back. Why was this so hard for the nay-sayers to understand? Just that thought caused her heart to race with stress. Why couldnt they all just get along?
The mare pressed her lips together as another spoke up, her tone harsh and cold, but honest. Turning her gaze back to the Sultan, Briny released her lip from her anxious teeth and took in another deep breath. She would just have to wait and see how this all panned out.
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Post by cogaidh on Oct 15, 2017 20:22:47 GMT -6
Glainne | Serora | Fury
There is freedom waiting for you, on the breezes of the sky.
And you ask, “What if I fall?” Oh but my darling, what if you fly?
A very tired mare entered the large room, her pale coat marked with dust and sweat. As a Fury, Glainne had been out in the skies, keeping track of the abnormal weather that had been tearing through Sedo. She had used the sudden disturbances to distract her from the fear of the oncoming war and the weakening of her new blessing. It had been somewhat relieving to not suddenly shout at her friends while she spoke with them, but the sudden disconnect from Alya had unnerved her greatly. It had even affected her flying, causing several close calls with twisters on the northern border.
Her familiar was a fluffed mess of white feathers between her wings, the Harris Hawk furiously tried to get her feathers back into order as Glainne tucked her wings close into her sides and walked around the edges of the crowd. She finally found a place to stand next to the pale Shaman, and the young mare flicked her ears to listen to the raised voices. She had been so busy with her duties that she had only heard brief snippets about the treaty with the Talori. She was unsure about the treaty, on one hoof she felt the strong desire to help those who were in trouble, on the other it might make their situation even worse.
But she was a loyal Fury, while she mourned the loss of the previous Sultan, she would follow their new leader in whatever decision he made. Now more than ever they needed to be united. And any support they could have against the Aodhan military would be welcomed. She guessed that most didn’t realize just how outnumbered the Serorans were.
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Post by savannauni on Oct 15, 2017 20:29:07 GMT -6
Aragon's head easily spun trying to keep track of all the events. It was hell in the Sedo. But everyone knew that. Ari fond herself drawn to this newly appointed sultan. Baram was their name. Aragon didn't know of them, but she needed more information to make sense of everything. She snuck between horses easily thanks to her thin stature till she found herself next to another Fleet Feet, Basyl. She got a good look at them, the new sultan, or maybe destined to be sultan would be a more appropriate sense. Her eyes narrowed as she took in their appearance. AS they awkwardly introduced themselves Ari felt bad for a moment, they had been thrust into this role and now had to fill it as fast as possible. "It might be tough to find yourself in a position of power so suddenly." She mumbled. Aragon hear Syria's voice ring out loud and clear for the Sultan to answer. Aragon looked to the sultan, getting the feeling this would not be a very calm ordeal today.
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Post by brandvandet on Oct 15, 2017 20:35:22 GMT -6
Hey, guys! Please note that Serorans wouldn't have any knowledge of the Talorian sacrifices! It's a closely guarded secret and the only thing the Talorians have been saying is that terrorists have occupied their home and driven them out! The journal's been updated with some FAQ's<3 |
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Post by fynli on Oct 15, 2017 21:07:52 GMT -6
Adonis Turn your face towards the sun, let the shadows fall behind you His legs were trembling as he entered the large room, eyes forward and unmoving as he made his way towards Baram. He did not cast his gaze to the rest of those whom were gathered, afraid he'd show just how much he was shaken by circumstances that had just transpired moments ago.
No doubt the angry braying of a 14 hand mule carried over the eerie quiet of the canyon, Adonis reckoned.
It had taken him a few minutes to gather his bearings and actually enter the room, Yeshua dutifully at his side to offer his support as well. Donny didn't like any of this- it felt like his family was splitting at the seams and unraveling due to one comment. Nico, Joanna and Pagan were all on one side that upheld Serora's democracy and values, while Donny was arguing their need to survive. Couldn't they see? Without Talori's assistance they would most certainly perish under the golden and stone hooves of Aodh and War-forged.
He sighed quietly to himself, knowing their combined forces of stubbornness was hard to overcome with reason.
He didn't realize he was shaking again until he felt the touch of his partner, silver eyes turning upwards to meet warm gold. With Alya ripping up her land with her storms and harsh gales, Donny had wanted to keep a closer presence than usual with Yeshua. The last time Alya had released a gust of wind Yeshua had fallen from the canyon top. Even now with Her gift of air manipulation, Yeshua was unable to control what tempest She unleashed. The calm in the eye of the storm bothered him most and caused him to hold tighter to the man he loved. Donny touched his nose to Yeshua's, letting out another soft sigh. What was going to happen to all of them?
With an unshakable feeling of queasiness in his belly, Donny left Yeshua's side to stand near Baram. The new sultan had turned to him for assistance and guidance and Donny was more than happy to help. It was a good way to distract him from anything else going on within and outside herd affairs. He smiled uneasily at Baram, standing close but still giving them their space as he finally turned to look over the crowd.
He had been one of the first to agree to this alliance and he would stand by it through Baram's reign.
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Post by taebun on Oct 15, 2017 21:29:35 GMT -6
Jinni | Iron Hoof | Serora
Ever since word had reached her very own ears Jinni had found her faithful place alongside Serora's newly elected Sultan. The vicious windstorms were enough to be a cause of fear and uncertainty, and there were many questions. Everything seemed to be slipping out of their grasp but the dark coated mare knew that she could not afford to think such gloomy thoughts. She had been a near silent, watchful statue posed not too far from Baram's side. It was a respectful distance that she kept from the pegasus, whom she occasionally looked over at in order to make sure they were fairing well enough. With a heavy heart she had forced herself to accept that Osprey had answered his summons to the desert, but it was still a sensitive thought to dwell upon. Jinni was determined to make sure Baram would receive the support that he needed, but even she needed answers.
The iron hoof shifted her weight onto each of her legs as her eyes traveled from one equine to another. Ears were perked at attention and there was not a single word that she missed. There was some relief found as her gaze settled on the ambassador, Syria's, familiar face. Jinni couldn't deny that it brought her some reassurance to see her here in support of Baram. Whether the unsettling silence across Sedo was from the wind mother's anger at her children, no one could be sure. But Jinni knew that a war was on the horizon and Serora wasn't built to face such a thing on it's own. There wasn't much that she knew personally of Hireath's aquatic herd, but if an alliance could be kept, it would be foolish if not suicide to turn it down.
"Speak freely, Baram." Were the first words that Jinni uttered as she turned her smooth head towards the sultan. Her calm gaze moving from Adonis who had moved forward to stand beside them, to Baram themself. "We are all here to listen. I trust you can offer us some clarity on the situation." Her expression was kind, her face soft with sympathy for the pegasus. They had been left with quite a mess to try and organize, but fortunately they had faithful friends and herdmates that were willing to listen and offer their support. Hopefully things could be settled here today.
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Post by fallenraen on Oct 15, 2017 21:37:13 GMT -6
 Ila
We lift our voices to be heard in troubling times before war So, there was a meeting.
Ila couldn’t ever recall attending one before, a mere water gatherer such as herself never attending conferences or interviews the previous Sultan had ever had, but this time was different. This time, an old friend of hers stood before part of the herd, left to address a room.
She worried for them as she stood among her other friends, leaning into that of her twin’s side while she stood between her other half (pretty much literally) and her dear friend Io as she had watched that of their herd trickle into the room. They hadn’t arrived early nor late, easily finding a place to stand. Normally, crowds didn’t bother the girl. The city she had lived in for a majority of her life it felt like could be full of them from time to time, yet in one room? Over such a debated topic? Her wings shifted nervously as she pulled herself away from Nilam, stealing a glance up at him as if to either see what he thought of it all of what she’d dragged him into or for reassurance. She wasn’t really sure what she needed more.
And then Baram spoke up, her curled ears pricking to the sound of their familiar voice and her gaze found them. Their pause before their words made her smile, and she hoped they could feel the encouragement that she was attempting to send their way as she straightened up to see properly over the others gathered. They could do it! It would be no problem talking to everyone gathered in the room, right? A total breeze - well, actually, none of the ones that had been sweeping up in the sands the past few weeks. She thought back on her mental comment before shaking her head, shifting from side to side as they continued on.
The Talorian treaty.
Admittedly, Ila did not know much of it other than that they were helping those across the sea and getting help in return, yet she definitely felt the need to help those taking refuge in their herd. Rycaron came to mind who had come with those like him, carried by Cascade’s waves and Alya’s wind to their sands for shelter and aid. Shouldn’t they assist them? She wanted to help Rycaron and his people, her heart aching for them and what they must have gone through even if there had never been much information given as to what had happened.
Someone else spoke up, Syria she believed who was a horse she hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting in person that she could remember, but it was Briny that Ila noticed. Was she alright? Her ears flicked back before she touched both Nilam and Io with either of her wings and then nodded over to Briny to show where she was stepping to, attempting to not cause too much disturbance in the gathering of others so that she could stand beside her other friend and offer her some comfort. It would be okay, didn’t she see? She offered Briny a smile, and then one to her other friends, until her green gaze found its way back to Baram and Adonis who had joined them.
Friends were coming together, standing beside one another during a tense time. It brought some relief washing over her to see that someone was standing beside them where she didn’t believe her place was, not right then, and she waited for Baram’s next words as no doubt everyone else did.
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Post by taebun on Oct 15, 2017 21:54:38 GMT -6
Io | Fleet-Foot | Serora
Too much had happened in such a short amount of time. Io had been on edge since the storms had occurred but now the deafening silence had her coat prickling with uncertainty. Reluctantly she made the decision to follow Ila and Nilam to this meeting, having heard a familiar name at the mention of Serora's new sultan, and now she would be able to confirm the familiarity for herself. The scout looked up to recognize Baram's face but she couldn't help but grow uneasy at the lack of confidence in their words. A twisting knot had begun to grow in her stomach but she shook her head in order to compose herself. She couldn't keep her thoughts from wandering back home to her children, but she knew that they were in Cherche's more than capable hooves and that there was no cause for unnecessary concern. If there was one thing that she had to worry for, it was the topic of this meeting.
Io's eyes moved from one equine to another as her gaze swept the room. Her large wings shifted at her sides as she kept herself close to Ila for familiar comfort. One ear was held against her blonde mane while the other was perked forward toward Baram. Despite her concerns she managed a small smile in their direction, having caught the expression on her friend's face beside her. She has so much faith in everyone, Io thought quietly to herself as she managed a soft, quiet sigh. The wait was going to be difficult but she needed answers. The broken treaty with Aodh was a problem that wasn't going to go away easily, nor without a fight. Every part of the scout's being told her that the wind mother was indeed angry, but it couldn't possibly have been for Serora's actions could it? In her eyes there was nothing that they could have done to upset the goddess but there was never any use in assuming during such a delicate time such as this.
The white pegasus prayed and hoped with all of her heart that she could believe as fiercely as her friend could. Ila had faith in Baram, in their herd and herdmates. This was going to be something they would have to settle themselves without the help of their god, wherever Alya herself may be. If this alliance would provide enough help to keep the Aodhians in their golden city, then Io was all for it.
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Post by Kytte on Oct 16, 2017 0:38:47 GMT -6
 E M B Y R S S
Member of the Seroran Council
The dust had settled and Alya had gone – or that was how the story went.
It had been a rigorous few months for Embryss and her people; war was looming and nothing could sway it, Talorian refugees sheltered in Seroras borders, much to the dismay of its inhabitants and in a display of anger, Alya conjured tempests around Osulas. Word travelled fast, unsurprisingly in Serora, after all, this was the winds domain. The last Embryss had seen of Fi, Nicodemus and her brother, Pagan was in a meeting with the two herds leaders. Much to their disagreement a ledger was signed and an alliance was forged. Things seemed prosperous – but for some it was in vain.
Embryss carefully footed the steps to where the new Sultan, Baram and his people had gathered. Today they would discuss the decisions made by Osprey just before his departure – a decision she and her new Sultan Baram had inherited. Both had lived a life in Serora but now they both stood as leaders and politicians, now it was time to take a different tone. To Embryss and hopefully the rest of the council and people, the decision to side with the Talori was clear; either stand together and survive, or sit alone and perish. The world of Hiraeth was a strange place but if the gods had taught them anything; everything was connected and one could not survive without the other. Togetherness was the very thing that helped Seroran’s survive – but this too had been forgotten. Embryss’s heart ached for her friends who had turned their backs – but if her father had taught her anything, politics was not child’s play and not all could get along.
She entered the room and dipped her head to those as she walked past. Some of which she had known fairly well, Briny, Io, Syria, Jack, her brother Yeshua and in-law Adonis. She smiled to all as best as she could but even then – the heaviness in her eyes was clear. At the end of the room stood Baram. Embryss took her place beside Baram and Adonis. Surrounded by their people and peers, Embryss took a heavy breath and looked to her wise-man and sultan. She had stood by the alliance, and even with the turn of events, she would stand by them again. Embryss looked to Baram, nodded, and addressed those who had gathered;
“Wind beneath your wings” She addressed openly. ”Thank you all for coming.”
”Word travels fast on Alyas wings and winds – for this we know very well. It has been a difficult few months for us all, but Alya has never been….discreet. She inspires the mettle and strength within us all…” Embryss paused, now was not the time for sentiment, now was the time for facts.
Embryss looked to Baram and spoke quietly ”If I may?”
”Aodh has declared War on Serora and they have asked War-Forged to join them” Embryss looked to Syria with a pained expression. ”Despite our best efforts to foster an alliance, we have been unsuccessful. Their numbers are numerous and whispers on the wind say that they have a dragon.” Embryss looked to fellow council and back to the crowd ”Osprey and members of the council have extended the wing to Talori, to ask for help. We do not have the numbers alone to defend ourselves. To stand alone, to stand without an alliance to our closest neighbours is to Perish and I for one, am not ready to see my home fall this day. We have always stood together in closeness – it is how we survive this harsh land. Alyas winds guide us and Cascade’s currents of time weave around us, and with it we must drift upon it. Change with it… “
She looked again to Baram and smiled.
”…And change has greeted us again. We welcome our new Sultan Baram, who will help guide us through this change.”
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Post by seechem on Oct 16, 2017 4:04:53 GMT -6
 NERO: Nero had been anticipating this day ever since he returned from his mission in search of the metal required for the war effort. Returning to the news of dissenters and a new Sultan had caused Nero some grief, the splitting of his beloved herd when they were at their most vulnerable. But it was that within days Alya's storms surged, buffeting her children in chiding of their actions. That was when Nero felt his Blessing slip. The sweet relief he had felt at being able to do everything that was required in his duty as a medic, now even moving was taxing, his hooves felt like lead and he could only move with Madden's support. His Super Speed had receded and then some. "I do not know why Our Mother is punishing us so harshly." Nero spoke to Madden who had finally returned from his unexplained absence.
"This war is not simply between herds, but between the Gods themselves, it appears." Madden said with a sigh. He was again offered to go to the Sultan's meeting in Nero's stead, but the blue roan shook his white face adamently.
"I must go and be with my herd in this time." Nero heaved himself to his hooves and leant his head on his lover's shoulder greatfully for a moment "You don't have to come Strawb." Nero said gently, but Madden shook his head and gave Nero a loving smirk.
"Can't shake me that easily Blue." And Madden placed a soft kiss on Nero's forehead before the pair headed out of Nero's practice.
Nero guided Madden to where the meeting was, and he could already see many of his herd mates gathered inside. The pair entered just as Syria spoke. Madden nudged Nero to stand to one side in the crowd, and encouraged him to lean on him if he needed. Nero watched the crowd uneasily, these were his friends and family, they were in danger and he felt so utterly helpless in his state of perpetual exhaustion. His ears pricked when he heard Embryss speak and he nodded his head slowly in agreement. Despite not knowing much about their new sultan, Nero felt that he could only trust that his herd had elected the best candidate for the job, and as always Nero was willing to aid his herd in whatever capacity he could. At the mention of War Forged Nero felt Madden bristle. He put it down to his mate's nerves being surrounded by such a crowd of the impending trouble.
”…And change has greeted us again. We welcome our new Sultan Baram, who will help guide us through this change.” Nero looked up at Madden briefly and then back to his herd mates, anxiously awaiting a word from his sultan to dispel the growing anxiety in his chest. He huddled a little closer to Madden, spying Yeshua and Adonis a little further off. Everyone was here, except those...traitors sounded so bitter, but that was what they were. Nero looked around at the familiar faces of his friends, his herd, his family and felt himself more surified in his choice to side with them all despite the suspicion surrounding the Talori now settled among them.
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Post by KingIcarus on Oct 16, 2017 7:22:20 GMT -6
H E S P E R Serora ; Medicine Horse
The bay mare trotted into the room filling with Serorans, with the newly appointed Sultan, Baram, at the center of the gathering's attention. She skid to a halt, avoiding running into any of the Serorans that stood before her. Her ears perked forward, hearing the awkward and possibly nervous greeting. Hesper smiled slightly, knowing that she would feel the same, or at least similarly to them. She flicked her ears, her attention turning towards the Council member who had began to speak. Hesper nodded to herself, understanding and agreeing with what was said.
'Change has come, as turbulent as it may be. The winds have changed, and us with it.' The bay mare thought. She grimaced slightly at the thought of the division between her herd, fearing what could come of the split. Hesper sighed, knowing that with whatever may come their way that they would face it. She hoped - prayed - that the others would listen to reason; hear their side and understand the path ahead of them. Her pale brows furrowed slightly, fearing the worst of what this division could mean for them. With a silent grunt, the dark mare tossed her head, shaking her pale mane lightly. 'Think positive,' Hesper told herself, 'With the Aohd and War-Forged threat, we may not be able to remind ourselves of that. Some may need a shoulder to lean on in these trying times.'
Closing her eyes for a second, she shifted her weight. Her blue eyes opened with her attention moving back to Baram and Embryss, hoping in the back of her mind that she may see some familiar faces within the crowd.
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Post by firebirdfalling on Oct 16, 2017 12:32:59 GMT -6
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Katarina walked with the crowd, her armor clinking silently among the mumbling voices. There were a lot more people here now than when she first arrived, having shown up much much earlier than the majority. Even though she was still on duty (technically), she moved her position to guard the entrance but on the inside of the room. Fortunately, most knew her either by her armor, or her looks. There weren't very many bright red pegasi around, let alone ones that sported black as a coat. They steered clear of her, which was fine by her because she wasn't inclined to talk to anyone right this moment. That and Astor was turning into a pretty formidable-looking force every passing day so that kept some of the more meek away from her.
She scanned the crowd, noticing a few familiar faces, and a lot of unfamiliar ones. Some were fellow Iron hooves like her, though it was hard to pick out the new faces that had joined in the past few months. She wasn't reclusive per-say, but she wasn't exactly going out of her way to meet them.
This wasn't a meet-and-greet though so it wasn't like she was disappointed in any way that they didn't notice her as the walked in. She was in an odd spot, but it gave her a good view of the room without obstructing the exit. No one seemed threatening enough to be a problem but still. You can never be too careful. Especially with the nature of this meeting.
Kat was still undecided as to which side she should support, and maybe being here will give her some much-needed facts about the issue. Astor growled by her side, not a threatening growl, but just to let the passersby know that he was watching them. He was much too large now for her to carry around, now coming up to almost her knees. Astor was almost full grown after all, but she still saw him as the sassy little monster who liked to dig his claws into her back.
Embryss and the new Sultan, Baram, stood at the front of the crowd, where they proceeded with the meeting. Kat half-listened to the flaxen Councillor talk as she scanned the crowd. A few words broke through her concentration, something about a dragon and news about the incoming war. The dragon was new, but the war was not. Her blessing stirred in her, a soft breeze blowing against her side. Astor felt it too, shooting a glare at her. He didn't like it when she used it for some reason.
It was hard to use the blessing though. Even though she just received it, it wasn't this hard at the beginning, though now it seemed like there was a block, like she was trying to blow through a solid wall with her wind. Whatever the case, she wasn't the only one having troubles, and Kat theorized it had something to do with Alya's disappearance.
Which was why Kat was so torn between this decision. If Alya had not left, she would have gone ahead with the treaty, no questions asked. But... the goddess was missing, leaving the red-winged pegasus questioning. Her faith was usually unshakable, a true believer at heart. When the treaty was first signed, Alya did not protest or show any sign, which lead Kat to believe that maybe that wasn't why she left. There was something else going on here. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 12:55:22 GMT -6
B R I N Y
smell the ocean and feel the sky; let your soul and spirit fly
The mare's ears flicked as she recognized Embryss taking her place beside the Sultan, her voice calling over the crowd of murmurs. She was so proud of her friend, to have worked so hard and obtained her rank as a Councilor. For a moment, she forgot about the stress building in her chest, and instead allowed it to be replaced with admiration for her best friend as she spoke.
"..whispers on the wind say that they have a dragon.”
These words caused Briny's face to fall, her gaze shifting nervously to Ila before looking back at Embryss. Aodh with dragons, and War-Forged.. who was a herd literally named for war. Just the thought of this caused her heart to race once more, her breath quickening as she dropped her head and took a step closer to Ila, their side's touching.
"Why is there such a thing as war." She whispered under her breath, her golden gaze glancing back to her friend at her side. It didnt help that Alya had decided to take herself away from the herd. Not even Briny's most devout of friends could reach her. Maybe we failed her.. Briny thought to herself sadly, her long ears drooping to the side as she waited to hear more from those before them.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Oct 16, 2017 15:04:38 GMT -6
[ Nilam ]
Attending the meeting with the entire herd hadn’t been at the top of his list of plans for that day. While normally preferring to sleep in on days not filled with work on his schedule and not being bothered by his sister to get up, she had asked him to go along with her for support. However reluctant, he has agreed. Any other day, he’d have complained and mocked Ila for dragging him anywhere, but the meeting was serious and he knew it was a big deal. Right then hadn’t been the time to screw around.
The room where the meeting was taking place was packed with horses he knew and those he didn’t, but the twins and their friend, Io, made it in and were able to find a spot to stand. Nilam kept his wings tucked close to his body, so he wouldn’t accidentally smack anyone while passing, and kept glued to his sister’s side. Thing had been strange lately, following all the crazy weather and then the, he guessed disappearance, of Alya. While he hadn’t been blessed like the others, who had claimed their gifts had been more difficult to use and call upon, he felt Alya hadn’t really… been there. He prayed here and there, but she definitely felt more distant than she had before.
There was that problem, and then something about a treaty with the Talori. He knew about the upcoming war, the one that had been declared on by the Aodh and their allies in War Forged. Not much of the treaty was known by him, only that they needed all the help they could get really unless they wanted to end up buried in the sand as corpses. As positive as he wanted to be, surely they could not stand against the two herds allied together against themselves.
His wings twitched almost uncomfortably at the thoughts rolling through his mind, hs green eyes scanning the room. Everyone was there for the same reason, at least for discussion even if not agreement. Not everyone was familiar, but there were some. Baram had definitely stuck out to him, not even because they knew each other for some time, but because of how he spoke up. The Fury’s lips took on a brief smile, both apologetic and partially amused, but it died away rather quick. He’d been shoved into the Sultan’s position recently after Osprey had left, and then he had an entire meeting of equines gathered around to speak to. It was understanding while he would be feeling a bit… nervous.
The new Sultan needed the encouragement, to know they were all listening, but he couldn’t exactly shout over the crowd to him. He’ll be fine. Ila had nudged him with his wing before stepping over to one of her friends, leaving him alone with Io that he peered over at. Ears flicked back, his head lowering slightly as he nodded to her and slowly stepped after his twin. His wings sagged a bit on each side, still close enough to not touch anyone, and he paused a little ways away from Ila. Embryss spoke up, and so he listened in silence with both ears flicked in her direction.
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Post by Gaybies on Oct 16, 2017 18:05:46 GMT -6
R O W T A G
Serora Outsider
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To be quite honest… He had no idea what was going on. It seemed like just the other day that he’d popped back into existence, oh wait, it had been just the other day. Waking in the desert, wandering for who knows how long, only to be found, bound, and brought to a herd of common equines, it wasn’t exactly a perfect situation. Though he had made ‘friends’ with the unfortunately named Briny, few other acquaintances had been made and so now he stood, lingering at the very edge of the room, staring into a sea of strangers as they discussed what he presumed to be the future of their herd. Little had drawn his attention in the moments since the meeting had been called to order, the inconsequential drivel of lesser equines being of no real interest to him, but as word of a dragon whispered through the crowded gathering he perked up. A dragon? He had yet to see one since he’d awakened, did such things still exist? His captor had lead him to believe that they didn’t, but the Pegasus seemed unintelligent at best anyway. He listened more closely following the comments on dragons, perked up at the talk of war, an old pastime he certainly relished in, and tilted his head at the assorted murmuring of the crowd. His gaze would drift about the room, taking in all the colorful sights that made up the Seroran horses before coming to a stop on the Pegasus who the others had dubbed sultan. What an odd decision. The character seemed so outlandish and bright, wearing a flower in a mess of twisted hair, he seemed like no leader to Rowtag… where was the elegance? The beauty? He couldn’t see it. Still, the society and politics of the strange desert horses was still all quite new to him and so, for once, he held his tongue about the less than leaderly appearance of their leader. After all, angering a room full of flower loving, wind children didn’t seem particularly wise. For now, he’s simply listen and loom in the background like the outsider that he was.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Oct 18, 2017 10:13:49 GMT -6
 Predwin wasn't really the type of pegasi to step out against his herd's choices, nor was he the kind of pegasi to really come to these kinds of meetings. Yet, here he was, standing in the midst of the crowd, uncertain of what was going on.
In some ways, he was doing this for his sister, who was far more politically concerned and connected than Predwin ever could bother to be. She had gone off to some other event, or... maybe she hadn't. The stallion admittedly wasn't certain as to what Creosote was doing, but he knew his part in the matter.
He was here to listen, and learn about Barem's concerns. Offhand, the Stallion noted that the poster of his Sultan was vastly different from the original leader he had come to know, but that didn't matter to Prid. Being in front of crowds was scary, and unless you were a showboater like Predwin was, it wasn't exactly easy to feel comfortable in front of dozens of staring eyes. Over time, that could change, but as of right now, the meeting was going to be difficult.
Or at least, that's how it seemed. The stallion couldn't be certain. It wasn't like he was the one setting the meeting up.
He just wanted answers.
He was relived to see some familiar faces. Glainne, Ila, and Nilam were all familiar figures within the crowd, but he didn't go out of his way to go and speak with them. He was nervous, more nervous than he wanted to admit.
After all, he and Creo both had agreed to split for the day... and his anxiety was running high.
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Post by Disastercorn on Oct 18, 2017 21:21:15 GMT -6
T I T O Male | Apprentice (Fury) | Serorian
The feel of the land had not flown past this guarded and angsty youth. The feel of the winds whip up, almost angry with a hidden fury, the youth had decided to seek out some answers. Or rather hear the questions he didn't dare to ask. Baram hadn't steered him wrong, proving to Tito that their genuine soul extended further then their wings. So to come to the newly appointed Sultan's call wasn't something the colorful apprentice would not heed. Slowly his hooves moved, driving him up and into the smallish room that seemed to already be filled to the brim with other Serorians.
While the youth was anything but claustrophobic, to feel this close to other equines in a place with a roof... He couldn't help but prance a bit in his spot. So far he hadn't seen his sister Ianthe and feared she had ignored the call. How? Alya was clearly displeased about something, her fury echoing over the land with ease. To not be here, on this day... Ears shifted back and he slid himself along the wall, colorful wings kept close to his sides. Embryss spoke first, after Baram, who seemed a little nervous as this was their first appearance as Sultan.
”…And change has greeted us again. We welcome our new Sultan Baram, who will help guide us through this change.”
The speech ended and the room fell quiet. Too quiet. The whispers of fellow herd mates, none he recognized terribly well made his ears flick. Tito pranced again on his feet before he lifted his head. "May the wind never leave your wings!" He reared up in spot, giving a whicker of approval before bowing his head to the ground. Anxiousness rose up inside him, wondering if anyone else would do the same before he lifted his head once more and cleared his throat. He had to ask. To feel safe.
"Bar-Sultan..." He called out from his spot against the far wall. "May I ask, if their numbers are great and our alliances are crumbling or on cracking ground as is, what... What can we do to ensure our survival? Did... The goddess vanish because she is fearful of our future?" He shivered once and tried to stand strong. It was hard speaking in front of a group, he could only imagine what the sultan was going through now.
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Post by brandvandet on Oct 18, 2017 22:32:00 GMT -6
baram
when the sun lights up your face
don't give me time don't give me space
They watched more and more file in, both renewably gratified by the attendance and increasingly aware that eventually they’d have to speak to all of them. Individually, it wouldn’t have been a bad thing, even something they’d have enjoyed. They already knew many of those here either from their childhood or time as a mullah. When Adonis arrived with Yeshua, they flashed them a grateful, genuine grin. Today wasn’t exactly a....happy day, but friends were beyond welcome right now.
Embryss gave a good start to the meeting--a better start than they had at least. The green winged pegasus returned her smile, happy for her words, even if they didn’t agree with all of them. Of course, that’s why they were here. They may have been elected to lead Serora (and they intended to do so with every good intention they could muster) but this was a decision that they could only make with all the facts. When they weighed these options, they needed to know exactly what price they were paying--at home or abroad.
A few more spoke up but most were still keeping their thoughts in reserve, waiting to see who would be brave enough to broach the subject. Then Tito piped up from over near the wall and Baram turned to him. “I’ve always been honest with you, Tito,” they started and then paused as if gathering up their breath and courage. “I don’t know why Alya has chosen to stop answering us. I feel her silence as much as any of you. I think...I think all we can do is pray and hope our sky mother remembers our love for her.”
They scanned the crowd to settle on Syria. “Honestly, the reason I called this meeting wasn’t to speak myself but to hear. There’s enough silence right now. If I’m to move forward, it affects every single one of you. Tell me what you think. Please.”
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Post by loveboxer123 on Oct 19, 2017 17:48:52 GMT -6
Crescent|Iron Hoof
Crescent watched her herdmates enter the room, silver eyes scanning them. She recognized most from her Fleetfoot days, even as she sulked quietly in her corner.
She raised her head.
"Alya spoke to me. Just last week. She gave me my second blessing, Hyper Speed." A small snort, the mare looking to the window.
"She seemed..angry. She mentioned nothing of our alliance. She just mentioned war. " The scarred mare twisted her head back around.
"Her anger is valid. Aodh breaths at our necks and yet some call for us to break an agreement that would secure our future? They call for us to die to protect these beliefs. I don't want to forget our belief, but for Alya's sake, can we not all die to uphold it?" Her hoof struck the ground as Crescent got more worked up than she intended. She took a deep breath.
"Excuse my anger, but I feel quite strongly about this. "
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Post by FaunaFawn on Oct 19, 2017 18:09:56 GMT -6
Syria
A mask without emotion was settled well on her face, all she could offer was a small smile as she listened to others. She heard their cries, their worries and it ate at her. It tore her heart in two, for she felt as if she had failed her own people. As an ambassador she was to ensure a truce was held between the herds, she had managed to be the Ambassador for 2 years, and now look at where they were. War was already as troubling as it was. Now her people were splitting apart. As Embyrss spoke, she felt the pain so similar to her own. Embyrss though was able to move on in a way, able to rise to council position, something she applauded the mare. As for Syria? Well she couldn't. She couldn't leave her position, while in a way it was pointless, she knew about Aodh, knew about their ways, truly she could be an assets even if she felt like she was breaking a part of her along the way.
Eyes looked to them all as the talked, and she tried her best to ensure she remained stoic in a sense. As Baram spoke, she nodded along to him, now as their time to speak, to let their voices to be heard. But what good was words in a sense? Words could be twisted, manipulated. Each thing could be turned against them, devils advocates all around them. Syria steadied herself as she listened to Crescent speak of being blessed and Alya speaking to her, and a pang of guilt resided in her chest, for the mare, was blessed instead by Argus. While she worshiped Alya, she just did not find her ties strongly to the goddess.
"I fear our separation from each other has made Alya go silent. A herd that has become a large family is now splitting into two sides. I have heard them speak going against this treaty wanting to break it. But had we not seen the scorn for what happens when we go back on our word? What will you do Baram? When the come to plea with you to change your mind? To go against the treaty. We can all speak as freely as we wish,try to sway you with pretty words or fear. But they too will come and ask or demand something be done. Will you remain ever faithful to this treaty you signed for?" Syria asked them with earnest. She needed to knwo what Baram would do. Would they sway once more, play as a pawn to the words of others. Could they go back on their word, would their be retribution for such a thing? With all their words, their was only one Sultan, and it was Baram. Their fates where tied in their hands. Syria only prayed they would not be moved, and they would stay faithful to this treaty.
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Post by PennthePony on Oct 19, 2017 19:26:22 GMT -6
K R I S T O F E R
Seroran Planter
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Of course he had come in late, when was he ever on time for anything?
Kristofer had slunk into the back of the room through the large wooden door, though it was difficult to make his entrance quiet as the door's gears squealed in resistance to its own weight. Flattening his ears against his skull in embarrassment, the bay stallion slunk into the shadows, hoping that no one had noticed the loud noise he created. He saw a few heads turn towards him, making him wish he would just disappear. In normal circumstances, he would just stand there without any thought about the disturbance. But this meeting meant either the survival or detriment of the herd, from what he had gathered, and that was not anything to be taken lightly.
His eyes caught sight of bouncing sandy blonde hair among the crowd, and while a voice rose up to speak, he thought it best to get his tall ass self through the bodies to get to the long-eared mare. Several excuse me's and shit, sorry's were muttered before he finally reached her side. He stepped close to Briny, holding his head just a little higher as his shoulder brushed hers. He planted a soft kiss on her fuzzy ear, greeting her in a simple way before he turned his attention back to the voices that rose among the awkward silence that bore down on the room - similar to the heat that they all had been experiencing in those recent days. But one thing stood out to him quite clearly.
"I fear our separation from each other has made Alya go silent. A herd that has become a large family is now splitting into two sides. I have heard them speak going against this treaty wanting to break it. But had we not seen the scorn for what happens when we go back on our word? What will you do Baram? When the come to plea with you to change your mind? To go against the treaty. We can all speak as freely as we wish,try to sway you with pretty words or fear. But they too will come and ask or demand something be done. Will you remain ever faithful to this treaty you signed for?"
It was a mare speaking, by the name Syria, he believed? He wasn't too good at names, but Kristofer was rarely one to forget a face. Especially since he had dropped his smoking habit. He didn't forget much of anything any more. He leaned his head back to scratch his chin against his neck, thinking slowly on what she had stated. The room rang silent, with all eyes turned to Baram, their new Sultan. Kristofer had been... discouraged was the best way to put his feelings about Osprey's sudden leave. He had heard very little about the Talorians, and frankly, he just didn't trust them. Though he knew from Selora's own mouth that they weren't a bunch of pirate thugs, how trustworthy really was his adoptive sister? Pregnancy could not change a mare that much, yet perhaps he judged her too harshly. She was just trying to make her way in the world like everyone else. Despite the change he did see, and also some of the lack thereof, he wasn't so sure of how reliable her information was. She had been branded for treachery in her new home - a country who branded those who broke the law definitely did not agree with Kristofer, no matter the circumstance. She had told him very little on the country - because frankly, he didn't care. But now he was kicking himself for not listening closer to what she had to say. Something about terrorists was all he could even vaguely remember.
And then he found his own voice rising to break the murmuring silence. "I would like to know what our new Sultan," He dipped his head in respect towards Baram, his eyes flicking towards them for a moment before addressing those around him again, "has to say on this treaty they have signed. I mean no ill will or judgment towards anyone, but quite frankly, I don't trust the treaty. From what I have I seen, through our shameful agreement with the Aodhians to hand over those who listen only to the calling of the wind and speak for none but themselves, the leadership has been on a race to crush what our first leaders worked so hard to create! When have we ever, as Serorans, as a people who claim to take in all and treat them as family, stooped so low as to give the free away to slavery, and create an alliance with horses we know nothing about, outside of what their Emperor tells us! Who is to say they can be trusted at all, since they brand their own as punishment. No matter what sins anyone has committed, forgiveness should always be the first option. I see those brands no different than the brands the Aodhians give to their slaves. Baram, I mean no disrespect to you, nor to anyone who may disagree with me on this. But I cannot stand here and allow for more treaties to be made with herds we don't know or trust." When the reverberations of his voice ceased to bounce off of the stone around them, Kristofer noticed how much taller he was than the horses around him. Though he stood by what he said, turning his eyes to watch Baram's reaction to his words, his ears swiveling to listen to anyone else's response, he hoped he wouldn't be paying for speaking up later.
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Post by KingIcarus on Oct 19, 2017 20:01:31 GMT -6
H E S P E RSerora ; Medicine Horse
Hesper listened intently, her attention turning from Baram to Crescent, and finally to Syria. She listened to their thoughts and their questions carefully, pondering and hanging upon each and every word. The mare's light blue eyes drifted away from each horse as her attention turned to her own thoughts. The young mare was quiet as she thought until an idea struck. The bay mare shifted her stance and moved to raise her head, hoping that she could be easily heard. She furrowed her brows as she worked up the courage to speak.
Hesitantly, she flicked her ears and spoke up. "If I may," the mare began, lifting her voice so that hopefully her words could be heard from where she stood, "What if Alya's silence comes from her speaking with Ignacio, and possibly even Kaia, as a way to help sooth the tension? It could be that her anger came from what happened between us and Aodh, but it could also be that she's more upset with Aodh for how they acted, and is now trying to find a way to help us? Perhaps her sudden silence is her thinking of a possible solution." Hesper reasoned, shifting her stance. The mare swallowed hard, her gaze shifting between Syria, Crescent, and Baram worriedly, hoping that she had picked her words wisely.
The dark mare shrugged, "While it is pure speculation, however it could be a possibility." she said, giving her mane a gentle shake once she had finished speaking.
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Post by Queerly on Oct 19, 2017 22:31:19 GMT -6
"A disappointing response, Ambassador." Yeshua's voice rang out, addressing Syria from where he'd taken his place between husband and sister. Until that moment he had been content to merely listen, a sentiment evidently shared by their new Sultan. The Councillor did not envy their position. Osprey's shadow stretched as far as his mistakes, and Baram would be expected to transcend them both as the herd stood on the precipice of war. "But I do not blame you for the assumption. Osprey made many difficult decisions," His eyes slid to Kristofer, "and had he not made them, it isn't unlikely to speculate that half the people in this room would not be here today."
The stallion took a step forward, coming alongside his sister shoulder-to-shoulder. "But his rejection of democracy was unforgivable. Casting Nicodemus from the negotiations table was unforgivable. If we as Serorans stand for one thing, stand for anything, it is unity."
The Councillor looked to Baram, attempting perhaps to discern something in their gaze, and then he whipped his eyes back to those assembled. "Baram has inherited these decisions, and they cannot move forward until you speak your peace. We are gathered to hear one another, as Serorans should. As Osprey should have let us. And as we will, until the end of days." Yeshua stomped his front hoof twice, a rallying call.
"Raise your voices."
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Post by fallenraen on Oct 20, 2017 1:50:57 GMT -6
Ila
We lift our voices to be heard in troubling times before war She must have startled her from Briny’s jolt, an apologetic smile crossing the golden mare’s face. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to her friend, stifling a giggle of her own as she attempted to keep her voice down, “I didn’t mean to spook you.” She’d only come to offer her comfort and support, leaning against her friend’s side before Embryss’ words, their friend who had also come to stand beside the Sultan, began speaking out over the crowd gathered and it drew her attention.
“Wind beneath your wings,” she had returned among the chorus of voices until they quieted, listening patiently and carefully to what she had to say. A dragon? Surprise fluttered over her face, blinking and casting a look to her brother in question that had joined her. Had he heard about such a thing? Ila kept her tongue to herself, not wanting to speak and accidentally interrupt if she was too loud, and glanced back to Embryss while her friend forged on with her speech.
At her words, at her mention of perishing should they back out of the alliance, Ila felt a chill creep up her spine. She did not want to see them perish either. Her herd, she loved. Her friends and family… She cast worried glances to them all, Nilam, Io, Briny who stepped closer to her side and pressed against her, others not next to her that she could spot in the crowd aside from those that stood and spoke before them. She loved them all so much. The thought of losing any of them… She took in a small breath to settle herself, blue feathers beginning to ruffle at the unsettling wandering of her mind.
Still, there was hope. Change, as Embryss said. They all looked to Baram to help decide for their futures, all of their voices adding into the decision that would be made.
Others began to speak, Ila’s curled ears catching their words and her green gaze drifting from one to the next. Their questions, their worries. She had them too. She shifted, feathered tail flicking above her other, while she looked from them to Baram who opened their mouth to answer. The last Sultan had been called away by the goddess to answer, and they had been chosen in his place. There was no way Baram would have the correct answers as to why the goddess had become silent after such chaos in the wind. They were only one person, one moral soul. What could they possibly know of her distance?
There was the mention of war, another spoke up. A red mare with silver eyes, no doubt concerned for their well being with the threats Aodh held over their heads. Next to speak was again Syria, Ila stifling a sigh and sinking back into her brother’s side. There was much talk.
Even Kristofer who joined them, Ila lighting up at the sight of her friend who joined Briny’s other side to place a kiss against her friend’s ear. There was no acknowledgement towards her, her brother, or any of their other friends. While she knew the room was crowded and possibly he hadn’t seen them, she couldn’t help feeling the smallest bit disappointed to not receive his smile or glance to show he’d seen her there. Had they all done something to wrong him? She cast an uncertain glance to Io, her ears falling back, before she set aside her own feelings to listen to him speak.
Did he or didn’t he agree with the alliance? His words left her unsure, a frown tugging down the corners of her mouth as she looked forward.
If someone was in trouble, shouldn’t they help them? Why was it so difficult, regardless of how secretive the Talori were, to understand that? Her heart ached, her eyes closed. It was difficult to breathe.
Yeshua, who had entered with their partner, began talking. Her eyes fluttered back open, gaze watching him make his way to his family and friends, and he requested their voices. They were a democracy. They could be heard, considered.
Here goes nothing, she thought, quietly sighing, before she stepped away from her twin’s shoulder. “I don’t know about any of you,” she began, her voice even and calm. Her eyes first found Kristofer, someone she had surely thought would want to help others however grouchy he could tend to be and they all still loved him, and it traveled from person to person that she could meet in the room. “But I want to help the Talorians. We have always helped others, have we not? We’ve opened our borders to refugees, embraced outsiders to become one our own or at the very least are trying to,” she mentioned, a certain kirin in the background catching her eye and she offered them a smile.
“We are Alya’s people and have her kind heart. Can we not show such kindness to our neighbors from across the sea? They have come asking for our aid and given their own in return for our own issues. There are mothers over in their country, fathers. Daughters and sons, brothers and sisters. Children,” she expressed, tilting her chin up and gazing up to Baram, Adonis, Embyrss, and Yeshua who stood. It pained her to think of the children. She was a new mother, maybe, but she had known so many parents before her that she was sure their hearts broke thinking of them in the foreign land no doubt scared if alive at all. “Where are our hearts if we break this alliance, if we send them home to a world where their loved ones are terrorized by people we may not know much about, but can witness for ourselves the horror they have brought?”
They would find out. A secret couldn’t be a secret for long once they stepped hoof on the other shore. “I know we all are scared… I understand it worries all of us more that Alya, from her anger, has gone quiet after such a storm… yet we should remain together just as we should honor this treaty, should we not?” No one had to split up, no families had to tear apart. They could be together, stand together, and face the world.
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OOC: I'm so sorry everyone for such a wall of post OTL I got carried away
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