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Post by brandvandet on Oct 15, 2017 17:07:10 GMT -6
  Hello Starborn, and welcome!Team Leader: Nafisa, Nicodemus and Pagan 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 gathering room in a city shrine to Alya Time of Day: Mid-afternoon on a clear day Please allow your thread leaders to post first<3 |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2017 21:09:57 GMT -6
 nicodemus just give me something to believe in Nicodemus's eyes trailed over the heads of the gathered crowd, into the white-hot desert behind them. The horizon was molten beyond the frightened worshipers, melting into mirage. The heat was unbearable, even in the shade of the shrine.
The faces watching him were gaunt with fear, eyes wide as they took in Alya's stone visage at Nico's back. Alya had been silent for almost a week. Prayers had vanished into the void, and the air was stale. Nicodemus missed the sound of his goddess's voice whipping through the canyons, and the cooling breezes that eased travelers down Sedo's winding roads. Without the wind, there was nothing but sweat.
"I know you're afraid." Nico said, brows furrowed with sincerity. "This is frightening." He was their mullah, he was supposed to translate Alya's will for them -- but she gave him nothing to decipher.
"Serora was founded on the belief that every one of us is equal," he was encouraged by the murmur of agreement from the listeners, and smacked his parched lips once before he continued. "We should all be free to speak, to guide Sedo's future together. That's the liberty that our cosmic mother designed for us."
Nicodemus thought of Valore, of the dusty construction sites of his youth. The brands on his flanks itched as he remembered his first sunset as a free man, watching the sky turn pink over bands of Seroran desert. Slavery had taken his eye, his flesh, his childhood, but Serora -- no, Alya -- was freedom. That was more important than anything. "She gave her people this land so that everyone who stepped hoof here could choose their own destiny, and Serorans have never compromised that. It's why Aodh, who rule with slavery and fear, threaten us with war! We are, before anything, a free people." Nico paused, a tear stinging his eye, and twisted his mouth for a brief moment.
"But our Sultan Osprey signed that away. He made his treaty with the Talori behind a closed door, and threw me from the room for raising my voice against it. He tied his country to the fate of a people we don't know, and a war we don't understand. He silenced dissenting opinions." He swallowed, his voice unsteady: "And now... he's gone."
"We have a new sultan, and a chance to change this! We just have to raise our voices, together, against the alliance with the Talori. We don't know what the Talori believe in, or what they want us to die for. We only know what Serora means to us.
And we get to decide that." post 1 | 431 words WELCOME EVERYBODY!! in this post, nico gets fired up and cries; it happens a lot. basically, the trio (nicodemus, pagan, and nafisa) are encouraging a peaceful protest to try and get Baram to end the Talori alliance. it's the trio's hope that ending the agreement will bring Alya back! feel free to speak up and start a dialogue with your characters' questions and concerns : O CANT WAIT TO PLAY WITH YOU ALL |
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Post by brandvandet on Oct 15, 2017 21:13:52 GMT -6
PLOT IS A GO. OPEN FOR GENERAL POSTING NOW<3 |
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Post by silkeye on Oct 15, 2017 22:02:39 GMT -6
NAFISA All i do is crave to her word count: 394 ➵➵➵
With the suns violent heat scorching the backs of the trio, Nafisa glared softly at the gathering of her fellow serorans, the importance of this meeting was bearing heavily on her mind. After her brief spiritual journey into the vast deserts of Sedo, she had not only returned without any word of the Wind Goddess, she had also returned withered and worn. Her form was dulled and her skin hung tight to her bones, she was nearly a physical representation of the absence of her goddess. As her companion began to speak she turned her head to face him, to fully embrace all he had to share. As his voice began to quiver she shuffled closer next to him as a silent act of solidarity, the trio had much work to do and she knew that more importantly they were going to need each other. When Nico had began to finish his final statement Nafisa glanced into the crowd, their expressions were slightly skewed from the heat however they seemed in agreement to her friend.After a brief moment of thought Nafisa chose to speak next "without our voices this alliance will stay and so will the potential of unnecessary death" she paused, perhaps she was not qualified to speak on behalf of the war as she was not entirely versed in the subject, however she knew she could speak on behalf of the goddess as she had always done. "Not long after our previous Sultan had decided to align with the Talori our Goddess had gone silent. I had prayed to her many nights before I traveled into her desert, and many nights after had I received no word, message, or whisper in her winds. I believe she has been angered by this choice, this disregard for our future." The words almost felt too harsh on her tongue but necessary, why else would she abandon them? Why else would she send such harsh storms to her people? "I believe it is our duty now to band together and remind our Sultan where we stand, however we must do so peacefully as not to cause a further drift in our herd" she stopped, silently pleased with herself. Hoping to remind her fellow herd-mates of their divine rights to this land and to their lives. |
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Post by foxbourne on Oct 15, 2017 22:21:24 GMT -6
It had been a long week of muddled dreams. It had seemed recently that Mauri's faith in Alya was growing day by day, but of course, at the precipice of finally being able to find just what it was she'd been searching for her entire life, Alya had vanished. Gone were the dreams that grew less vague each night, gone was the guidance of Kaia to lead her to her true patron- it was as if the gods were a river, suddenly dammed up by something far away and out of her control. From her rather isolated social standing, she'd only heard whispers of what was afoot. She knew that Osprey had gone, she knew that Baram had taken his place, and she knew that an alliance had been formed. Beyond that, well.. she didn't know much. And she didn't care much, either, until Alya's presence vanished. Something about the circumstances was deeply unsettling.
Thus, she made her decision to travel to Osulas. It was a fairly short trip, and she didn't intend to stay long. It wasn't often that she made her way to Osulas, though, so she packed a saddlebag of her pottery to sell in the city. The remainder of her wares as well as her tools and most other belongings were left at her home, and off she went.
Osulas was filled with rumor and chatter. Everywhere she went, she caught wind of the story. Soon enough she'd gathered enough information to come to her own conclusion- Osprey had decided that the Talori were worth trusting, agreed to help vanquish their terrorist situation in return for aid against Aodh, and Baram had picked up that arrangement when he departed.
Idiots, the lot of them.
Mauri grew more irritated by the hour. Had it not been for that idiotic slave agreement with those bejeweled Aodhian assholes, the entire situation would have easily been avoided. It wasn't long before Mauri caught wind of the trio's protest and made the decision to attend. There was little point in contributing to Baram's audience if it would only serve to irritate her further. So off to the shrine she went.
She arrived smack in the middle of Nicodemus' speech, managing to shoulder her way through to the front of the crowd with only a few glares and snorts of protest. She rolled her eyes and settled off to the side of the crowd's inner edge, watching Nicodemus critically. When he and Nafisa seemed to have finished, she took a somewhat hesitant step forward to speak.
"How can we be expected to trust in a Sultan who is content to simply follow in the hoofprints of their predecessor?" She flicked her tail in irritation, narrowing her eyes at the speaker. "Baram seems to have made none of their own decisions, only gone along with what Osprey has foolishly laid out for us. Have they even thought of us, how we feel? Have they thought of our gods? Surely Alya has not vanished by coincidence!" |
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Post by PaganStars on Oct 15, 2017 23:05:26 GMT -6
Pagan
Pagan longed for a breeze. He longed to feel the wind slip between, flow under and glide over his brown feathers. To feel Alya's breeze against his cheek and run through his hair. A sigh escaped his lips, eyelashes obscuring his view as he waited, standing beside his friends. The air was thicker than normal, absent of Alya's energy and cool touch, the sun beating down ruthlessly with little break. Opening his amber eyes, Pagan stared ahead at those gathering, gaze free from his usual pink shades. It hurt, but he wanted to gaze at his family with clear eyes, to look up into the sky and meet Alya's stare. It was almost a challenge, but more likely a silent plea for her to return. They all longed to feel their goddess' spirit flow through the lands once more.
And so Pagan stood, his own pent-up energy flowing through his veins and filling the void that was left. He stood and he turned to look at Nico when the mullah began to speak, standing on the opposite side of Nafisa. His wings twitched, a nervous habit he had picked up however long ago. How could he not be nervous? He stood alongside those that had witnessed the signing of a foolish treaty, who had spoken up when no one else had. His mind lingered for but a moment to his family, his brothers. How must they think of those that opposed them? Pagan had done little that day, had not spoken loud enough or brought more attention to the so many vague claims and promises that the Talori made, of the holes that would not be filled before it was too late. And so he stood, a fire burning in his heart that threatened to consume him all. Nodding his head at those he stood beside, Pagan turned to gaze at the faces that stared back to them, reading the various expressions. Should he speak? Nico and Nafisa had spent their hearts out, inspiration flaring his own mind. But...at the moment he found himself lost for words, his tongue twisted. For pity's sake he was an ambassador, trained in political speak and know how, yet here he stood, rooted to the spot. It may have been the fact that this was his home, his family and friends that he would be speaking out against. For a moment he felt that fire cool.
Pagan turned his head as those before them began to mutter, a voice calling out louder than the rest. He did not know her name, but her words spoke to him " We should be reminded that Baram has been our sultan for maybe less than a moon cycle. It does not excuse that they have blindly followed through with this deal, but that is why we are here today. To show them that they can make their own decisions, drive their own path. " Pagan let out a soft sigh "And Alya willing they listen."
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Post by xanaakai on Oct 16, 2017 0:25:26 GMT -6
 Xer;Serora | Fleet Feet
I survived because the fire in me burns more intensely than the fire around me.
How.
How can this all happen in a so short time. Isn't Aodh war's fear enought?
Xer was confused this full week, and way before too. But before, Alya's whispers comfort the three legged mare. But now, she is gone, she is no more here, and the desert is warmer than ever. The chimeric mare can't deny; she is absolutly scared about it all. She have no idea of what she can do. She can't fight it after all, she can't protect her family, she can't do anything except wait, and this incapacity
to do something is not helping her.
For now, she don't know what she can do, nor if she take the right decision, but she is a warrior, she is here to protect her people and fight for him... Not for someone she know nothing about. She accept to die for her family, for her friends, for the ones who save her and love her. And Talori's war is nor her war. What if she get injured in this fight? What if she die here? It will not be for her friends, for her family, for Serora. She will die for someone she don't know, for a reason she don't even know. And then, she will not be there to fight against Aodh. And this is, for her, alredy a reason good enought to be against this alliance.
If Osprey's disappearance
is a choise of Alya to stop the alliance, then her own silence is logic. They must stop it before it turn worst... If only the Cosmic Mother talk to them... If only she was there.
Xer close her eyes a few seconds, listening Nicodemus, Nafisa and then a unknown mare talking. Pagan don't stay silent too long, and Xer can't deny his words was right. But she stay silent, for now, she will only listen to it in silence...
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Post by kalovantha on Oct 16, 2017 1:20:19 GMT -6
Vitriak
Vitriak stood quietly on the outskirts of the gathering. While the grullo's body was still his mind was racing. The storms had picked up not long after he had received his blessing. The choices, these events, had he chosen wrong? Was this all his fault? It didn't seem like the Lady Alya he loved and revered, but here they were. She had given him the choice of distancing himself from the herd and to speak out, and of course he had chosen to distance himself. While he loved his herd dearly, he wasn't particularly fond of any of them. A frown furrowed the stallion's brow as he heard the other horses in attendance start to speak. First the orange mule, then the maneless mare, then another one he didn't recognize in the least and finally a yellow pegasus. They made sense, more sense than his own thoughts about he alone could anger their goddess so much for her to lash out and then just disappear.
His tail flicked against his haunches. The Talori. He trusted them as far as he could throw them! All he knew of them had been stories his dam had told him when he was a fledgling how they were a lot of pirates! Now suddenly they seemed to not be? What else could they be hiding? Maybe they were really allies of Aodh and were an advance force sent to infiltrate their beloved desert and weaken them from the inside! Seemed like something those rogues would do anyways.
His mind went to Baram and his frown deepened. All of this seemed odd. A new sultan? The Talori showing up and needing help? Did nobody else think it was suspicious? Although he had to remind himself that the Talori needing help was an older issue than the new sultan, however it didn't detract from the idea that perhaps it was all a single plot to make them weaker. Especially with how quickly Baram seemed to decide to stick with Osprey's plan.
He did agree with the maneless mare, Nafisa he was certain he'd heard that name associated with her before, they did not need to fight each other. It would only serve to make them even easier to fight. However there was something that was bugging him. "Are we sure Baram will listen even then? They didn't seem to hesitate to keep with Osprey's decision."
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Post by Queerly on Oct 16, 2017 2:05:49 GMT -6
"Baram is frightened."
The words were almost a yelp, as though the horse who spoke was glad to be rid of them. Ishmael's pupils dilated to pinpricks as their shout captured momentary but overwhelming attention. Their haunches dropped, just a hair as their gaze snapped down to regard the earth. Their voice was softer when they spoke again, the certainty gone from it, but not the hint of desperation. "Don't... don't you think so? They have inherited Osprey's shadow, all of his goodness to live up to and all of his mistakes to rectify..."
Ishmael shifted their weight, glad to be on the edge of the gathering and not in the midst of a hundred hungry eyes - or so it felt. The Mullah had never been good with public speaking. Or... speaking, really.
"Well." They murmured. "...Well indeed, I would be frightened, if I were Baram. I might think that... that Osprey was wiser than I, in leadership. I would do as he said to do. Even if it didn't sit well with me, I would be hesitant to, to trust myself..." The mullah wondered if their point was being lost. They wished they could untangle their thoughts, make them coherent. Just once.
Try again.
"We have elected our leader as a united people, as Serorans have always done." There. The voice was a little stronger now, though they lacked the mettle to raise their head. "We should have faith that Baram will listen, for was it not faith that drove the casting of our vote? They are not our enemy, they are our voice. We must let them know what to speak."
Their eyes darted skywards, recalling the fury of a star. "... Post-haste."
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Post by Elphora on Oct 16, 2017 6:00:09 GMT -6
Cardinal it will try to change; it will clamor for clarity word count: 672 | reference | post 1
Dread curdled his stomach like soured butter left to flay and melt in the bright dazzling sunlight. It was another sweltering day in Sedo - not the first that the great city of Osulas had survived, and not the last. This, at least, Cardinal could take comfort in. Whatever had come before this chasm had opened up in their society, and whatever would be born of the war that threatened their way of life, the principalities of the desert would remain - sun, sand, heat. The small but growing group had gathered like moths to the light of the shrine and stood now, shimmering before his eyes as some phantasmal mirage. They were an eclectic bunch - as were most all Serorans - but as a united band their eyes and ears rose to heed the words of the small mule that spoke. To their rear, Cardinal looked on, feeling only bereft. Long nights spent at his library immersed in rough and spiralling conversations with Nico and Fi had rattled the Councillor to his very core. Though a firm loyalist to the democratic leadership of the Sultan, unending bouts of pained introspection crumbled away his belief in the path their establishment had chosen. It felt like the threads of fate were spinning rapidly out of order, weaving a tapestry which had no sense or law to it. The lovely Fi had returned from the desert a dry shadow of her golden self, brittle and humbled by the abject silence of their goddess. Nicodemus had become passionately obstinate, devoted to his pacifistic rebellion. Osprey had disappeared like a ghost into the desert - always, they went and lost themselves in the desert, Cardinal reflected bitterly. What could any of them hope to find out there, among an endless sea of fools-gold dunes and the bleached white bones of those who had come before them? Only Alya's silence, he had come to learn - and now, if the suffocating stillness to the air was any indication, her wrath. By this point the group was thoroughly engaged to the plight of the Trio, their voices raised in question, concern and scorn. Baram, Baram, Baram; the name rustled on every tongue swelling to a murmur like feathers rasping against feathers. Unwilling to draw attention to himself - what would they think about a Councillor in their midst? He was supposed to act as a vessel for the people, and yet, the Sultan had given him his political power - the unicorn remained silent, and would have done so until Ishmael's unlikely words startled him into speaking. "They are right - Baram has been chosen to serve the people, and I can speak to their quality of character myself," Regretting the impulsive decision to talk, Cardinal tried nonetheless to look as a Councillor ought; Confident, certain of the power of their nation. He took a step closer to the group, choosing to stand beside the strange pale prophet, and regarded them earnestly with tired wine-red eyes. "And you are the people. Tell them how it is you wish to be served, but be thoughtful in your decision, and know that each path has its consequences. Though we might yet divide ourselves from our alliance with the Talorians - if that is the will of the people - we will not so simply be freed from the political aftermath of that severance, or more importantly from the oncoming Aodhian threat. Even if we may feel this to be the right choice given the terrible error of our last alliance and the mistrustful nature of this one, that does not mean that it will be the easiest choice, now or in the difficult times to come." It would be a noble decision, one they would pat themselves on the back for until the foreign soldiers came marching down from the North and their alienated worldly allies turned their heads away. Then, very much alone, Serora would rally itself to meet whatever end; And the desert, he thought, the desert would continue on as it always had - sun, sand, heat. |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Oct 16, 2017 7:37:02 GMT -6
Unity
The fury pegasus walked onward as a group gathered together. Each horse either taking a side, or coming to listen to learn. Unity came here to support, she came here to help the trio. She was not blessed with elegant speak, or a power to sway the others. No, but she came as a supporter none the less. Unity dipped her head to the fellow equine as she approached near the center wanting to talk in the words. Nico was the first to speak and Unity could only frown at what was being said. Was it all true, that Osprey had silenced them and decided to sign a treaty to these unknown horses? Bile rose in her throat, is that not what she fought for? To assure her people are safe, and to learn Osprey signed awya their lives like this. A way to gain more soldiers only to sacrifice their own. Had they not lost enough already?
It did not settle well with her at all. More began to speak, some proclaiming Baram perhaps if fearful, afraid to go against something and Unity only nodded her head. "Can we not blame Baram for being hesitant in going against this treaty? Surely how the first one settled with us, for Aodh did we see the consequences of breaking a treaty. We know nothing of these Talorians and their ways, and their silence does not bode well with me. Just like Alya I believe our goddess is showing how silence can do so much more harm then not. We cannot be silent about this. Baram and the others have to know. We have our own battles to worry about, without worrying about us treading into lands unknown against terrorists we know nothing about." Unity shook her head gravely. Making her peace and hoping others would understand her standpoint. She fights and will continue to fight for Serora. While she mainly uses her to ensure safety against thunderbirds, and now a new threat of AOdh, She will protect this herd against the treaty. Unity would not allow them to be condemned for an act that a past lead had decreed was fit for them.
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Post by foxbourne on Oct 16, 2017 8:48:56 GMT -6
Mauri trailed the tip of her hoof across the dirt absently, listening to the chorus of voices around her. It all seemed foolish to her, trying to justify the errors. What did it matter if Baram was frightened or new? As far as she was concerned they had clearly failed the herd somehow, if Alya's disappearance was any clue. And it had to be.
The buckskin off to her left spoke, and something about his words prodded her into raising her voice again over the crowd. "I don't care about the solidity of Baram's character," she snapped. "If they are unwilling to prove that character, then it's as good as useless."
She gritted her teeth and waited, listening to the pegasus who spoke, then, and finding herself unwilling to remain silent still. "Well, it's more than clear that we are not making the right decisions. Nicodemus said it- we are supposed to make our own destinies. How could we preach that and then decide that supporting slavery was the right path? How could we relish in our own freedom and take it away from strangers?"
She curled her lip in disgust, shaking her head.
"And we know nothing of the Talori. We should have looked to the gods when we had the chance to redeem ourselves. Instead we've only dug ourselves a deeper hole by believing we are wise enough to make our own decisions."
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Post by FaunaFawn on Oct 16, 2017 17:15:31 GMT -6
Sauron
Lips curled upwards, revealing his sharp fangs, as his scales glimmered in the sunlight. He could feel the aggression and anger in some, and the pleas of others. The tension was rising in his body, this was a mistake he should not have bothered to come, but yet he felt he had to. Regardless of how peaceful this herd has proclaimed apparently they were in the midst of a war. Sauron hardly trusted them and seemed to come to assure Ishmael would be safe. The loyal guard dog, he had others whisper of him. Let them whisper he thought, he would defend Ishmael till his last breath.
Ears flickered as he heard many speak, and it only made him crease his brows downwards, a snarl rippling from his maw. He was like a dog, wild and ravenous and would like strike out if he felt threatened. Though one voice made his whip his head to the side, silted eyes narrowing as he looked over the the mouthy mare. Nostrils flared, though he knew now was not the time to open his mouth and tell her to shut her trap, before he does it for her. Mouthy thing, he snarled to himself and looking away from her. Best to ignore he could already imagine their voice telling him to settle. Take a deep breath and so he did, in though the nostrils and out through the mouth. Tail whisked and he tried to settle.
Eyes glanced to the three that have started this petition against the treaty. Sauron eyed them curiously never really knowing either one of them, but had seen them in the heard. Their goddess was quiet and surely that was something to be said of the treaty, Their god was angry and it was well within their right if what the three was saying was true. Sauron shook his head and looked to them. "What will you all do if our voice is not enough to sway Baram of the treaty? What then?" he asked them. Would Serora be torn into parts? Would he still be fodder for a war he agreed to already. He felt his chest quicken and the taste of ash fill his mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 21:33:11 GMT -6
joanna BUT I CAN TAKE IT FROM HERE
I'LL FIND MY OWN BRAVADOJoanna was furious.
She stood in the middle of the crowd, feathers bristled as they soaked in the heat of the afternoon sun. Her world had been agonizingly still for too long, and the already restless girl was on her last nerve. Quiet had never worked in her favor, and the silence of a God -- no, her God -- was perhaps the most suffocating revelation of all.
The chiming of voices made her pelt prick, made her jaw clench as she listened intently. For a brief moment her eyes met that of her brother's, and a rush of disgust filled her when she thought of the rest of her family, and subsequently, their absence from this meeting.
Traitors.
She shoved through to the front of the crowd, eyes narrowed. "Baram's fear is only continuing to drive a wedge between their people." She inhaled, gaze scanning those beside her.
"Osprey left us, but not before spitting on this herd and the people and our beliefs with his actions. He stopped caring about who we are the moment he locked us in that vile agreement with the Aodhians -- and then he signs our lives over to total strangers? He silenced Nico for speaking his mind, for God's sake! His actions betrayed everything we stand for, and Baram is steadily following in his footsteps. I will not stand by and idly watch us forget who we are for the sake of survival. Who are we, if that is what we do? Can any of us truly say that we would rather live knowing we sacrificed what we believe in, rather than die knowing we stayed true to ourselves? To Alya?"
With a quivering breath Joanna fell silent, eyes downcast. Oh, she would give anything to feel her Goddess' presence again. The violent winds would be welcomed with open arms, if only to show that She was there. Now, with the air still, Joanna wondered if She had ever been there at all. _________________
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Post by silkeye on Oct 17, 2017 21:19:31 GMT -6
NAFISA ALL I DO IS CRAVE TO HER word count: 371 | reference | I LOVE THIS THINGS ARE HEATIN UP➵➵➵ As quickly as the crowd drew in, tension began to rise in some of the voices scattered among the group. Nafisa began to fret and she tried to calm the current fervor " please," she paused gazing into the eyes of horses terrified for their herd, their livelihoods, their goddess. " Baram is the catalyst for our nation and we have chosen them for a reason, they are not our enemy they are our only hope for returning Alya to us." There was another pause from the golden mullah, she listened and pondered. If Baram could not be persuaded then what? It was the one question she could not answer, perhaps if Baram would refuse the alliance then Serora would be fated to fall to the shady dealings of the Talorians. All Nafisa knew now is that she didn't know and without the guidance of her Goddess there was no definite answer and that terrified her. " Baram has only inherited Osprey's choices and there is still time to sway them" inhaling shortly to once again look over to her companions, it was foreign to her to openly reveal her thoughts on Ospreys disappearance but it may have been apparent in her expression that she was hurt, Osprey leaving may have been for the best but he could so easily escape the tempest he had wrought. He left behind so much work and she allowed a thoughtful look to spread over her face. " It is in our blood to survive, it is something we have done for many centuries and something we may continue to do, but we must do it together." It was then she stepped away, she became nervous speaking so loudly but found familiar red eyes in the crowd and recollected her thoughts " If Baram is to follow in their predecessor's hoof-steps then we will find a way to be heard, we will find a way to bring Alya back" this final statement seemed to please in the mullah for now, she was not one to assume that the Sultan would ignore their cries so easily, all they must do is be heard. |
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Post by CaptainFlowers on Oct 20, 2017 21:49:13 GMT -6
A L A R I
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Alari hurried his way up to the shrine of Alya, with no breeze to cool the sweat from his back. He had been in the city since the wind had stopped and Alya fell silent. He’d never been in the city this long, always blowing back out into the desert with the wind. But now the wind was silent, and for the first time in his life Alari feared what might wait for him in the sun heated sands.
The voices reached him before the equines came into view, all gathered under the wind-mother’s visage. Everyone was gathered together, in a loud, churning group below Alya's shrine, her visage staring down on them all. Their fear was palpable, rolling off the crowd in place of the wind. Mixed in with that fear and anxiety was anger, strong as it roiled through the crowd.
A bit desperate, Alari looked around for a familiar face. He saw Sauron, but the stallion looked far from a base of support for Alari in this trying time, so he wedged himself into the edge of the crowd and raised his voice with the others, “We must do something! We cannot live in the desert without Alya’s blessing, nor fight of Aodh!” He looked upwards towards the image of Alya, shining harshly as it reflected the sun's light. "She loves us and tests us, that's why the Sedo is as it is and why the wind is gone. We must show the Sultan the error that is this treaty!"
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Oct 22, 2017 13:07:03 GMT -6
 The heat was oppressive, the lack of wind? It made flying go from a fun pastime to something she had to fight for. A flight-bound Pegasus with no wind was something that until recently, wasn't even a thought in the mare's mind. Ayla, give back your tempest of the last week, she had mused bitterly the other day. She'd rather brave the howling tempests that had been found on the edges of Sedo than the lifeless air that surrounded her now.
She had found little relief to the sweltering heat inside the shrine to Ayla. The combined body heat of the other equine was enough to set the fury up for a day of discomfort. Well, that and her brother was nowhere nearby. She'd told him to apologize for her absence to those visiting the sultan this day, if asked. While her heart stayed with her people and their leader, recent events lead her to find it necessary to see what the Trio were asking. Sedo was a land of democracy, and the right to protest. She believed that, wholeheartedly.
What they were protesting against, was another matter entirely. The Talorian treaty. She didn't know the details, she'd been busy wrangling thunderbirds with her fellow furies that day. What she did know is that the Talori had apparently been stingy with the details of just what exactly had caused them to flee, outside of vaguely described terrorists. She didn't trust that, the secrecy. If they truly wished for help wouldn't they have been up front about it? Still, they apparently promised warriors should the Seorans help, and Serora could use all the aid they could get. Unable to get the thoughts out of her head, she decided to speak up.
"And what if you succeed in convincing them to back out of the treaty? What then? As a warrior who will lay down her life for our herd, I must know. We may be mighty, we may have the advantage of knowing our home better than others, but we are not endless. We are fighting a war against the combined force of two herds. If we are to go toe to toe then, would it not be wise to also, have another herd at our side?"
The fury paused, her wings fell limply at her sides, proud feathers dragging the ground as she felt the eyes of others on her. Her skin prickled with anxiety, she hated this feeling, the feeling of missing something. She knew Predwin was probably feeling the same. Her feathers ruffled, then smoothed, as she picked her wings up again and tightly pressed them to her sides.
"I have my own reservations towards the Talorian treaty, but how are you so certain that this is what drove Ayla to disappear from her peoples lives? I wish her back as much as you, a flight-born pegasus without wind is a fish out of water, but I'm struggling to believe that a simple act of mortal equine signing a treaty to help each other enough to incur the wrath of a goddess." Her speech finished, she stood stock still, breathing hard and fast. She hadn't intended to throw out that much. She attempted to steady herself with some deep breaths, but found her success only half-baked. Damn, she really wished her brother was here.
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Nov 6, 2017 15:52:42 GMT -6
Jemin
---He stood there, in the very thick of a clamoring, festering crowd, and questioned (not for the first time) his decision to come here.
Hearing these radicalized Serorans regurgitate the same tired concerns was much like watching a loose wheel spin in circles; it was pointless, redundant and slow. After a good decade or so spent steering clear of political mumbo-jumbo - democratic, bureaucratic, lawful or otherwise - he had nearly forgotten what a hassle these assemblies could be. They dragged on and on about ethics and faith and the values of democracy and oh dear Kaia did no one recognize the urgency of their situation?
They clung too firmly to the ideals of peace and unity before action. Which was dumb. However, he wasn't quite starry-eyed enough to believe himself capable of persuading an entire fraction of a now broken nation. But if they could not be persuaded, perhaps he could still tip the scale in favor of a more entertaining possibility.
By which he meant putting this shit-show up in flames, of course.
And - what a coincidence - adding fuel to the fire was exactly what Jemin excelled at.
Craning his neck past the tall withers and wings of the crowd, he caught sight of the mass's front, where most of the squabbling commenced beneath the watchful eyes of the Trio. Of the many speakers, he plucked out a few familiar voices; Vitriak, with whom he'd shared a snark or two in the canyon, along with the tragically meek Ishmael and their ever faithful attack dragon. As the last mare brought her thoughts to a close, he let loose a conspicuous cough - attracting the attention of a few curious bystanders.
A dark and wiry snake of a mule who oozed casualness, his dusky bay blended seamlessly into the crowd, wholly disadvantaged in drawing notice. He would have to rely, as he always did, on the sharpness of his voice.
"Ahem." Rising in a half-rear, his fore hooves met the dust with a decisive thump. "Yes - over here. If there's two things most of us can agree on, it's this; first, that the Talori shouldn't be trusted, not yet. And second, that Baram is a hesitant Sultan."
"Now, about that first one. It's not what we don't know of Talorians that's worrying - it's what we do know. The Talori are nothing but a load of thieves, pirates and rogues. And if they promise to aid us in war? Hah, forget it. They'd rather rot on their ships, drowning in ale, than honor their part of a bargain." Hypocrisy was the undercurrent of his words, the speaker as blameworthy as the pirates he now trash talked. But he took comfort in the knowledge that most, with perhaps the exception of cousin Xer, knew little of the guilt he lugged about.
His dark eyes cut to the Trio, mouth curling into a thin, bitter smile. His shoulders slumped in a hopeless shrug.
"And the Talori - it doesn't end there. We've always searched for help in all the wrong places. Osprey sought help from Aodh, and...ah, well, we all know how that ended. Then we look to the sky for answers - answers from a goddess who clearly doesn't give a damn about us, seeing as she shot right off during our time of need. And now, we look to Sultan Baram - a weak, spineless leader - for guidance. Should they even notice your peaceful protesting, we'll be burning in Aodh's fire by the time they and their council reach a decision."
"I like chatting and blistering under the sun as much as anyone else, but talking gets us nowhere. We need decisions, we need action, and we need them now. It's about time we took matters into our own hooves - with or without Baram and Alya."
And with that, he leaned back into the throng, ending his tangent as abruptly as it had started.
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smooth,
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Post by moonlightwalk on Nov 7, 2017 17:29:47 GMT -6
Eyrin | Savior
Eyrin’s ears flicked nervously. He didn’t like this, didn’t like it at all. He had never been good with people arguing and he was honestly not sure what he was doing here other than listen. He needed more informtion because as it currently was, nerves were killing him from the inside. These words were not helping though and some outright stung. He wanted to leave, to ignore it, but this was his herd’s future so he couldn’t.
Why was he there? Right, simply because he knew Nico and Baram not. Or well, he knew who Baram was of course, but he simply knew Nicodemus better and when in doubt Eyrin had the tendency to cling to familiarity. He smiled slightly at the use of ‘we’ by Ishmael and Sauron. Because we meant Seroran. Part of the herd, part of the family. It warmed his heart to have them think of themselves as such. It was that ‘we’ he wanted to keep. But even here voices laid divided.
Jemin’s words made him frown and mumble a silent “Such unkind words” which apperently made some horses look at him, much to his horror. He quickly stood up straighter, blushing furiously. “I-I just said I would not like such unkind words. Baram was chosen by us all, he has a lot to handle.”
The following three seconds of silence felt more like ten minutes to Eyrin, so he hurried to fill it up, babbling. “It’s just- I’m not sure either. I-I mean, it’s true we can’t just say no. How many are Aodh and War-forged anyway? Why do the Talorians leave us blinded? Is information coming soon perhaps? Is there another route we can take if the treaty is canceled? I do worry Talori would turn against us as well.” He looked positivly mortified at the thought. He was simply not cut out for this. He liked his life before this all started. It was simple, it was fullfilling.
“Pardon me for all the questions,” he mumbled as he realized he was talking too fast. They were valid questions though if you asked him. So many more drifted around his head like ghosts, hainting the depths of his mind.
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