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Post by GingerBlues on Dec 10, 2017 17:47:05 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Talori Plot 504: Muddy Waters  Team Leader: Dawson
Participants: Ali, Dahlia, Krein, Chris, Minerva, Meredith, Cygnet, Ysolda, SerenePlease keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: Torrine is evacuated after the first attack--and many Talorians have fled the suppressive confines to find safety or conflict. In any battle though, there are casualties and survivors. Several buildings have been destroyed by projectiles launched during the breakout and you’ve been digging several of your herdmates out throughout the day. Keep searching, there may be more that need your help!Location: Torrine (A few Miles outside Inaria - Mainland Aquore)Time of Day: Mid MorningCurrent Weather: Heavy Rain ShowersYou do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by gone-astrayy on Dec 15, 2017 21:21:57 GMT -6
Dawson | Agriculturist
While Dawson had been content, the young stallion finding the good in the terrible situation they had been in, in the Temple, it was clear it was time to act. Tensions had risen, rebellion had begun; it was time to take their homeland back. Dawson himself was by no means a fighter, his heart too soft, much too gentle for the harsh realities of war. He could however, assist in searching for survivors of the terrible clash. That was to be his role in this war. After the glimpses into the past that the hippocampus had seen, now more than ever, this war seemed so terribly wrong. While he had never thought of pegasi as lesser than his own finned brethren, the memories they had been allowed to glimpse cemented in his heart that they were all equals.
How, then, does one reconcile the revelation that had occurred within his core with the brutalities that had happened in the war? A war that had started, no less, because of the wrongs done to a whole breed simply for the fact that they had wings!
It was wrong, but Dawson doubted that either side was going to give up, far too much blood had been spilled for that now. And he was only in his teens, not even a full two decades yet. What wisdom could such a young agriculturist hope to gain or give that would be enough to sway the tides of war? No, he knew his place, and that was to help the survivors of the rebellion. So, when the bulk of the able bodied adults had left to fight, Dawson and several others had come with, their goal: search and rescue. To his surprise, when he had told Krein of his plans, the kirin seemed to kick into gear, while he was still grumpy and stand offish, the older- way older- stallion seemed more inclined to help save injured casualties than he had thought. Dawson still had a lot to learn about the kirin, he realized, but now was not the time to dwell on that thought.
The morning had been spent rushing from one destroyed building to another, and in between, trying to find downed equines that were still alive. The body count, both dead and injured, was far too high. The amount of debris, blood, and who knew what else, that painted everything over the battle grounds was nothing less that horrifying. Their once beautiful home was reduced to the wastelands of war. Dawson lost count of how many equines they had pulled from the wreckage, but he wouldn't stop until the dust had settled.
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Post by houndflash on Dec 15, 2017 22:16:57 GMT -6
Krein-Talori-Outcast
Krein shoved some more rubble from another building, checking the ruined... well ruins for any life. Once realizing it was clear the kirin looked up at the rest of their party of rescuers, searching the destroyed buildings from this battle. The kirin huffed as he subconsciously noted that his scales, that he had kept religiously clean up to this point, were becoming cloudy with dust, soot, and mud, all emphasized by the rain that was falling around them.
Krein was all fine and good ignoring this conflict between the refugees and this "Flight" that he knew nothing about, and really didn't want to know nothing about, if he was being honest with himself. But after seeing that vision in the temple, the visions that everyone swore up and down were visions of a peaceful past, instead of the optimistic future that he had suggested, and then seeing so many new faces come back from the other's expeditions into the prison town, Torrine, and watching everyone's spirit become revitalized and ready to fight for their freedom from their personal threats.
Now Krein wasn't a fighter, there was some small part of him that felt revolted at the ideal of fighting to the point where he felt internally paralyzed at the idea. But there was one thing that he did know, and that was that no life, no matter what kind of equine they were, deserved to be cut short because of the actions of others. That was why when Dawson came around, forming a group of equines to be a rescue squad of sorts, Krein instantly agreed. Though, to be fair, he was probably coming by to request that Krein keep an eye on Belle or to stay safe back at the temple, or something of the sort, based on the reaction he received from the fish horse.
And now here he was, searching ruined buildings for (hopefully) living bodies and avoiding areas that were overly flooded, as he may have learned many things from his time with these fish horses, but one thing he will never learn is how to swim, if he can help it. Large bodies of water still gave him the heebie jeebies, and building submerged in large bodies of water seemed like death traps just waiting to happen, so he would leave those to the fish horses, as they seemed to have their uses there. He, on the other hoof, would keep searching the houses that weren't drowning, thank you very much.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 15, 2017 23:19:51 GMT -6
Ysolda
So she was a bit of a glutton for punishment. but who could blame her? She was trapped inside Torrine for far too long, all that knowledge all her boos so close yet so far. Perhaps this was what got her, she was close, but with explosions and projectiles, she found herself among the outskirts of Torrine trapped within the rubble. Eyes blinked as she tried to recall what she was doing, oh yes the books the knowledge the maps her stars. Gods she loved the stars she chuckled.
Oh no she was laughing, she was hitting hysteria, she hurt something? Was she loosing blood? Was she dying? Ysolda laughed a bit more before telling herself to try and move. Well she could wiggle, already an improvement. Death would have to wait for her! Still she was stuck. With no food or water, her chances of life? A few days? Maybe the with drizzle of rain she could lick the stone. Yes that could give her an extra dray or so? Hmm looking better Ysolda thought.
Opening her mouth she groaned, well at least she could somewhat talk. Better call for help, though so much noise and commotion could any hear her? Ysolda shouted "HELLO?! HELP?! PLEASE?!" Please? For gods sake Ysolda now is not the time for being pleasant, she scolded herself a bit. Yes talking to yourself is even better, she grunted as she rolled her eyes. It was going to be a long few days in rubble with herself as company.
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Post by Huniidu on Dec 15, 2017 23:36:06 GMT -6
Chris
Chris carefully made her way out of the thick brambles of the wilds placing each hoof precisely. She exhaled letting out a comforted sigh, the wilds had her trapped like a bird in a cage, and it was nice to escape from it finally. It seemed like everyone was already checking the buildings searching for those lost in the carnage. Though her heart fell heavy as she peered among the senseless wreckage, buildings left in shambles, warm and loving homes were nothing but ruins of what once was. The roofs had fallen in, or the entire structure was barely recognizable. Carts and other wooden structure were seared to a crisp leaving a black skeleton of ashes in its place. All this deviation from the treatment of Pegasus. Sighing she lowered the hood of her cloak letting the cold rain roll down her face as her thoughts clouded her mind.
If it wasn't for the senseless destruction, she could empathize for the Pegasus. No matter the wrongs on either side she was neither hippocampus nor pegasus and was caught up in their chaos. In her heart, she was still a talori citizen, and she bore the guilt no less, despite her lack of power in the matter. Turning her head, Chris nudged a sleeping bundle of gray fur that up until that point was resting peacefully on her back underneath her cloak. Nonetheless the little familiar wasn't happy to be awoken from its quiet slumber. A pair of bright orange eyes met up with Chris's as she popped her head out from the fallen hood while stretching in a cat-like motion before finally sitting up with a groggy expression on its face. Chris turned her head back towards the others lifting it at a few ruined buildings signaling for her little lemur to look for any signs of life. It only took a few seconds for the small lemur to hop carefully off her back, and she began to bound about the wreckage the striped tail bobbing up and down.
Quietly she trotted catching up with the fellow rescuers, Looking through all of the debris lifting the rubble carefully ensuring they wouldn't merely collapse if anyone was trapped underneath. Piece by piece she made and small pile off to her side until she could see what remained, each time her anxiety grew only to calmed by the sight of nothing beneath the fallen buildings. Still, it was early, and there were plenty more to check praying she wouldn't see a corpse rotting away. She had seen other rescuers pulling out bodies from the rubble though yet she had yet to do the same. Every house she had checked was fortunately empty, but little things were starting to get to her. The smell of the buildings was beyond dreadful traces of smoke among from the ashes mixed with various decaying odors was enough to make her gag. She held back her nausea the same way she did her tears. How was she supposed to help anyone if she was a sobbing and or vomiting mess, It wouldn't do her any good. While the pain tugged at her heart, she continued to search among the buildings waiting for her little lemur to return.
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Post by daKisha on Dec 16, 2017 1:44:29 GMT -6
Ali It had been so long since Ali had seen the capital. She had been living at the Temple in the Wilds for almost a year now. Looking at the crumpled ruins of houses she used to pass everyday, and shops she made floral deliveries to tugged at her emotions. The heavy rain concealed the tears trickling down her face. Her heart ached like there was a rock growing in her chest. It was as if she had walked out of a dream only to awaken to a nightmare. She had been expecting this when she volunteered to help out Dawson. Of course, at first she was doubtful. They were brewers, craftsmen, and agriculturalists. Not soldiers. What part could they play to help in the Talori rebellion? Ali was far from brave and the closest thing to a weapon she could yield was a shovel. Turns out, with what they were doing, shovels would come in handy: a search and rescue team. Ali shook the rain and mud from her coat. Being that she wasn’t as strong as the others, she had volunteered herself as the group gopher. Relaying messages, helping where she could, fetching others to help when she could not. Despite the heavy rains, Ali had left her cloak behind, knowing that it would only weigh and slow her down when speed mattered. Mud was splattered up her chest and belly, the end of her tail turning brown from the soil she churned up behind her as she ran. She re-secured her now muddy leg wraps and tucked a rebellious dreadlock back into her hair tie. Currently, Ali was expanding their search radius to a new area of houses, looking and listening for any signs of life. Scouting the area, if you will. She had developed some decent tracking skills over the past months in the Wilds, and out here in the open, away from the trees, sounds were much crisper. Unfortunately they had found too few, too few alive. Ali slid to a stop next to a house with the roof caved in, traces of constellations decorating some parts of the outer walls. She could have sworn she just heard a laugh somewhere from inside. Ali shook her head, doubting her ears. Maybe the day was finally getting to her. Or perhaps it was her hungry stomach making its complaints known. When was the last time she had eaten something?
“HELLO?! HELP?! PLEASE?” a mare’s voice shouted from within the star painted house. In a moment of eagerness, Ali lunged forward to the house, forgetting safety first. But when she saw one of the walls waver, and little pebbles cascading off the rubble, she stopped. What was left standing of the house was very unstable, and it was going to be impossible to get the mare out alone.
“Hello -- in -- there!” Ali called out, trying to speak clearly and enunciate her words. One’s voice can get very muffled when trying to shout through rock and mortar. “I’m going -- to go -- get -- you -- help. You -- just hang -- in -- there, okay? PLEASE! DON’T! MOVE! Everything’s -- going to be -- fine. I’ll be -- right -- back.”
Without waiting for the mare to reply, Ali bolted back to where she had last seen Krein and Dawson. Her hooves powerfully dug into the ground, seeking traction under the slick mud. She prayed to Kaia that the house would hold. It HAD to hold. Word Count:581
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Post by TinyMinou on Dec 16, 2017 4:20:45 GMT -6
Meredith
Talori | Agriculturalist
With her drenched cloak hanging over the her body, she carefully removed some rubble from what was once a house, hoping to find survivors underneath it. The once talkative mare was now quiet and withdrawn. Since the day she was captured in Torinne, it had felt like a dagger was in her heart. She hoped that she would find her sister somewhere in the wreckage, dead or alive, she could be in peace with herself. But now, the only thing on her troubled mind was her sister. When she heard that Dawson was organizing a rescue party, she immediately volunteered herself. She knew she wasn't strong enough to fight back the Freedoms Flight, so she saw this as her opportunity to help her herd. Normally, when a problem appeared, she would flee off to the sea on her boat. But now isn't the time to flee, now it's the time to stand up and defend her herd. She stopped when she heard a faint cry for help in the distance. She did not recognize the voice, but she knew the equine she heard needed help. She gave a nod to her piebald otter who had been helping her remove some rubble to jump on her back as she raced towards the cry. In the distance she saw Ali run towards the same direction. She saw the mare hold still before the house before running back to the other rescue party member. Meredith decided to keep running towards the house. She stood still at the house, seeing that the house was too unstable to rescue the equine safely. She knew if the equine that started to panic and would try to move out, that the house wouldn't hold it. "H-Hey" She said with a trembling voice. Meredith wasn't the best horse to calm someone down, but it was necessary now. " Whoever you are, stay calm. My friend went to get the others from the rescue party. We are going to save you. Just stay still for me. Okay?"
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 16, 2017 22:11:04 GMT -6
Minerva || Cleric || Post One
Minerva would have almost preferred to be locked inside the prison camp than scrabbling through the rubble, for some thin thread of hope that a few mangled, broken beasts survived amongst the wreckage. Almost. If she were being completely honest, the mare would much rather be breathing free, open air, even if it was tainted with the scent of burning and fear. It was better than what those winged monsters put her through. In an attempt to distract herself from the horrid wash of memories,the mare shut her emerald green eyes briefly, forcing her mind to focus on what task lay ahead of her. Minerva wondered what might be hiding amongst the half collapsed buildings, and shattered shells of Talorian life. She didn't think that whatever she found was going to be pleasant, but she kept her nose to the proverbial grindstone. As a Cleric, she had seen quite a few awful situations before. She rationalized that Cascade had chosen her talents to assist her herdmates.
A mare that Minerva vaguely recognized appeared in her sight line, moving in a rush. She must have found something of importance to have been moving with such speed. With ears pricked, Minerva trotted to meet the mare, calling out as she moved, "What's happened."
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Dec 17, 2017 5:10:15 GMT -6
Covered in dust and scrapes, Dahlia had rope bites from her attempts at moving large rubble. It was her specialty, pulling. She had to make herself of use for her herd and her fallen and injured comrades. It was a hard job but with the rebellion fighting back, she was honest to glad to be out of the line of fire.
Dahlia groaned as she came to a stop, it seemed this building didn't have anyone inside. She let out a gentle yawn, shielding her mouth from view as she tucked her head into her chest. She used her Telekinesis to unwind the rope from the large hunk of debris, dropping the rope over her back.
What's happened?
The little burn of curiosity caused Dahlia's ear to flicker over and she twisted her head to look in the direct of Minerva and Ali. She whistled loudly to her friend Dawson and the...Kirin....Krein, gesturing with her head for them to come join the conversation.
"Did you find something?" She spoke with a soft, warm voice. Even in these rough times, she kept her belief in Cascade strong that her son would carry them through this turmoil. Dahlia slowed her walk to the side of Minerva, swishing her tail gently. The small mare started to fiddle with the ropes, adjusting the tightness around her ribs for the time being.
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Post by houndflash on Dec 17, 2017 11:22:52 GMT -6
Krein-Talori-Outcast
For not the first time today, Krein had really wished that he had spent more time in his life training his strength. This was hard work! He didn't even think that whatever he had been before now, because there was a before, even if he didn't remember it, had ever done such a labor intensive job. He surely wasn't built for this kind of thing. Not that it matters anymore what he had done, or what he had been built for. Though what he did know is that when they finally got this place back to it's "glory and splendor" that everyone had called it, Krein was going to be spending his mornings doing some strength training or something.
The kirin was hardly paying attention when he heard another one of the horses give a shrill whistle. He looked up from where he had been moving another small piece of rubble, revealing yet another (thankfully) empty home, void of any injured or dead. As he tried to figure out who exactly was trying to get his attention, he saw one of his... herd mates? Well it was Flower Horse, whatever any of these horses were to Krein, dashing over to him, and two more standing over another ruined building, seeming to call down into the depths.
"What's happening?" He said to the mare, already dropping what he had in his blue-green teke, and starting to carefully but as swiftly as possible make his way over. "Did you find another survivor?"
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Post by daKisha on Dec 17, 2017 20:34:14 GMT -6
Ali
Talori | Agriculturalist
Find Dawson. Find Krein. Must find help. Quickly.
Ali mentally chanted this to herself over and over to the beat of her hooves slapping against the wet ground. She must stay focused. Such was her concentration that she almost didn’t hear the cleric call out to her. It was Dahlia’s whistle that finally turned her attention towards the mares. Ali had lived together with the small man o war hippocampi at the Temple for almost a year now. Their little herd of refugees had become quite a tight knit group. She was less familiar with the tall lionfish cleric that had very recently been evacuated from Torrine, but seemed to recall her face from all the times she had visited her cousin Roxanne (also a cleric) at Cascade’s Grotto. Ali anxiously pranced in the mud, adrenaline now coursing full tilt through her veins. Dahlia’s soft, warm voice calmed her some as she asked what was going on. She could see Dawson running through the rain at a distance towards them as Krein joined their group.
“Did you find another survivor?” the kirin asked. Ali vigorously nodded her head. She responded quickly, her voice desperate, eyes pleading for assistance and guidance from the older horse. “There’s a house down the street painted with stars. I heard someone call out for help from inside. But the roof is collapsed and the walls don’t look like they will hold for long. All this rain is making the ground shift.”
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Post by Huniidu on Dec 17, 2017 22:10:03 GMT -6
Chris
Chris' continued the searched the buildings, now on her fifth fallen home; the destruction seemed to get worse the further she moved into the city. Each time she moved a fallen pillar or rubble a cloud of dirt would appear coating her white stockings with dark brown specks. Even her hooves were getting muddy, a thick layer of soil, making her long for the day where she could spend hours on end swimming never worrying about dirt. Regardless of rain or shine. As she finished moving the remaining objects into a "neat" pile, sorting wood, metal, and miscellaneous her ears perked turned back. Not after too long her little familiar returned to her in such a poor state Chris let her return to unearth the cloak, safe from the constant downpour. The was so heavy it made it hard to see; she was relying solely on her ears to listen to anything that wasn't the sound of rain while she searched. Chris knew it would be easier the hood of her cloak was put up but the storm was soothing, and the closet she had gotten to the ocean in a while.
Her quiet search throughout various buildings was interrupted by the sudden commotion of what she could only assume was yelling. Anxiety grew in Chris's stomach, with all the rain it was hard. Turning she twisted her neck, looking over her shoulder, to see what was happening. The only two that were within her sight was the kirin who had never met and Ali, a mare she met through a friend who nursed her back to health when the war began. She couldn't make out what they were saying but could see the worried mare's expression a trotted over carefully making sure she didn't slip in the muck. She could feel her hooves slide from under her now and then skidding as moved from house to house; it was beyond evident she lacked grace in her steps.
She reached the two in a few moments catching the last snippet of Ali's words. She could feel a mix of dread and hope in her heart; it was good to hear there was a survivor but with all the rain and the possibility of the structure collapsing her worried they wouldn't be able to save them. She pulled her lantern from out of her cloak and shook it lightly dimly illuminating the small area, not bright enough to be noticeable from a far distance but just right to see clearer. Silently she waited for the kirins response.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 18, 2017 9:42:58 GMT -6
Ysolda
Was someone else there? She closed her eyes it was hard to hear over the steady drip of rain, but the voice of another almost shocked her, making her jump out only to let out a light groan. "Thank you for coming, thank you for hearing me." she could almost blabber on with her thanks. Was she about to cry? Ysolda sighed as she closed her eyes for a moment, blinking the tears back. The building was creaking that she could hear, but perhaps she can get out before it crumbles or the winds and rain make it more vulnerable. Oh she was tired, she thought to herself.
Though someone new called out to her and Ysolda opened her eyes, oh Cascade must have smiled down on her. "Thank you both, I'm calm right now.' she almost laughed a bit as she wiggled a bit getting her muzzle closer to the opening of where she was stuck in the rubble. "I dont think Im hurt to bad, bruises? But I can wiggled lightly nothing feel broken." but that could be from the shock, she thought, but did not speak. Maybe it was best not to speak like that.
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Post by TinyMinou on Dec 18, 2017 13:50:52 GMT -6
Meredith
Talori | agriculturalist
Suddenly, the dagger that had been stuck in her heart dissapeared, it felt like she could breathe again. Meredith signed with relieve. She wasn’t able to save her father and mother, but now she dan save this equine. But it was too early to cheer. It was still unsure how to save her. The house was unstable and doesn’t seem to last any longer. The group needs to arrive quickly or she won’t survive any longer. “ That’s good. We will get you out!” Her eyes looked around to see of there is anything nearby to help stablize the house a bit so that the group has more time to decide how to save her. She saw big pieces of broken wood laying around. The big pieces were too big to pick up with her teke. But she knew what to do, quickly, she braided soms lianes together and attached to a big piece of flat wood before attaching them to her cloak, creating a sort of cart. She pushed the wood pieces on the cart before pulling the cart back to the house. It was extremely heavy, tearing het cloak. She had to push through. She can’t let this horse die due to her being weak. She pushed away the tearq in her eyes. It would be damn usefull if they would arrive already. Finally, after a few minutes she arrives back at the house. She removes the lianes ans pushes the wood pieces against the house. It’s all she do right now. Now it’s time to wait for the rest.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 18, 2017 17:38:21 GMT -6
Minerva || Cleric || Post Two
Minerva was immensely relieved to have heard that the mare, Ali, had discovered a living, breathing equine. Apparently the horse was mostly unhurt, as Minerva moved closer to the star studded house, and began to pick up what what was being said inside its walls. Still, the mare was concerned for the safety of the horse trapped within the home's walls. As the deluge continued to fall down, it was quickly softening the earth, risking collapse of the entire structure. No matter how trained the brindled Cleric might be, there was little she could do if the mare inside the dwelling's embrace should the creature be smoothed to death by the unforgiving, cold rubble. Meredith was busy shoving support beams against the side of the house, using a quickly deteriorating cloak as a sling to move the wooden bits into place.
Seeing that the structure was better stabilized, Minerva turned her attention to the task of releasing the mare from her prison. She was afraid that attempting to dig out the floor to give the mare more space to wriggle out would undo the support that the team had so painstakingly just put into place. " Can you get yourself moved forward at all?" Minerva asked, peering into the depths of the house. "Anything pinned?" She inquired, piling on the questions as she searched desperately for a solution to Ysolda's predicament.
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Post by astrumnauta on Dec 20, 2017 15:17:42 GMT -6
Cygnet was scared for one of the first times in a long time, she would fight if she needed t but really it was healing that was her forte. A new smattering of cuts and grazes littered her body and her long elegant face now bore a scar across the bridge of her fine nose which she hoped would heal.
She picked her way across the rubble her ears listening out for anything or anyone who could be trapped, she carefully made her way towards a gathered group of equines near a fallen building and seemingly a trapped equine, she picked her way across the rubble faster now.
Cygnet raised her head and threw her bedraggled mane out of her way
"Is somebody trapped?" she inquired carefully
Cygnet stepped forwards towards the rubble and assessed it carefully, looking at the way the rubble had fallen and listening to other equines and she confirmed her own question from their chatter and concern. "Could we not move the house piece by piece, carefully. If whoever down there has room to move then maybe we could almost dig down to them"
Cygnet looked down at the rubble "Hello in there, I am Cygnet who are you?" She thought she might be able to offer some comfort at least to whoever as in the rubble if she at least knew their name. She carefully moved a small piece of rubble to see if anything shifted and to test to see just how in danger this equine was from the rubble collapsing in on them.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Dec 24, 2017 5:16:55 GMT -6
Dawson | Agriculturist
A shrill whistle caused Dawson to twist his neck, his hooves skidding to a stop in the sloppy mud. Ali was sprinting towards Krein, a look of determination on the older mare's face as she cut through mud. Turning around, Dawson bolted towards the two horses, mud flinging up against his underbelly and drenching his tail. The stallion could feel the weight of the mud in his tail, though he wouldn't let it slow him down. Slowing down as he reached the pair, he could hear Ali describing a house painted with stars that was collapsed. Looking towards where Ali had come from, there was a small group of horses around a collapsed building, he couldn't tell if it had stars painted on it, but it was a safe enough guess that it was the house Ali had spoken of. " Let's go then!" Dawson sped towards the rubble, forcing himself to not slow down. His limbs ached already, and he was sure if given half a chance, he would probably fall asleep in an instant, but there was no time for that. Upon reaching the fallen building, his eyes took in the rubble, trying to pinpoint what could be moved and shifted, and what was too unsteady to be touched. " I can use my plant manipulation to help steady some of the more dangerous looking pieces, long enough for you guys to pull the rest of the rubble and pull the survivor out." His eyes shifted to the horses that were now standing before the building. Thankfully, there was plenty of flora around, and Dawson began to concentrate on vines that were around the house, and felt them slowly begin to respond to him. The agriculturist watched as the vines began twining themselves around one another, thickening as they moved to support the larger pieces of what used to be a wall, or perhaps, a ceiling. There was a groaning crunch as some of the rubble shifted, but with the help of the vines, the rubble appeared to be steady enough for them to clear a path, even if it was only a small path.
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Post by daKisha on Dec 26, 2017 5:17:14 GMT -6
Ali Talori | Agriculturalist A team of horses quickly formed and galloped back to the house. Ali saw Meredith there, adding support beams to the house, talking to the horse inside, and she breathed a small sigh of relief. The horse hadn’t been left alone. And Meredith’s quick thinking had bought them some time.
Ali had been overjoyed to see her long-eared friend among the refugees who made it out from Torrine. Before the terrorist rebellion, the two had been impossibly chatty whenever they met up, all smiles and laughter. But since then, both had been in Torrine, for different reasons. And Ali knew that it had been worse for Meredith. How she had cried for her friend, tightly hugging each other in the middle of the street with horses rushing past them. Had that really only been this morning? Or was it yesterday? The days were blurring together now, like the heavy rain that was now blurring their visions.
The cleric was talking to the mare stuck inside, trying to assess how badly the horse was hurt. Dawson began to use his plant manipulation to help steady the walls with interlacing vines. Ali wished to Kaia that she also had received her plant manipulation by now so she could help her young friend. She could tell by his quivering legs and tired eyes how exhausted he already was. The fact that she could even see his icy blue eyes was an oddity, as his fluffy mane and forelock that usually covered them were now drenched and weighed down by the rain and mud.
Ali followed Dawson’s prompt and started to help remove the smaller rubble she could lift with her pale yellow teke, trying to make a path towards the mare. She kept glancing back, checking on Dawson, shouting words of encouragement to him. “You can do it, Dawson! Hang in there. Just a little bit longer. DON’T STOP BELIEVEING!” She didn’t remember Dawson’s blessing being this strong before. Maybe Kaia was listening to their prayers.
Ali thought back to her days growing up on the farm in Misthollow, with elephants lifting trees and pulling impossibly big plows.
“Who’s got an elephant when you need one?” She thought to herself. “How about you Kaia, mother of creation? I know it’s a tall order. Literally. And you’re already helping out Dawson a lot …err, at least I think you. But we could really use one right about now.”
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 26, 2017 10:35:35 GMT -6
 YsoldaOther voices drifted into her long ears and to say she found peace in it, would be an understatement. Honestly their voices were like music to her ears. it drowned out her thoughts, made her focus on something else besides the mess she was in. It was soothing relaxing like watching the stars and she took in a deep of a breath as she could and sighed out with content. it was soothing and wonderful and she felt her eyes closing. For a moment someone asked for her name and she was silent, but if for a second. Before opening her eyes with a shock. No do not sleep now was not the time. "Im Ysolda, a philosopher. I study the stars mainly." she remarked.
Though she wondered why she had to add the last bit, but all they asked was for her name but not her life story. Ears flickered as someone spoke of using their gifts. Plants she wondered? The shifting and groan of the building made Ysolda tense and pray mentally again for her goddess Cascade. Yet some rubble shifted and Ysolda found the vines shifting through locking in the rubble to make it stronger. "This is amazing." she remarked clearly fascinated by it. With a chance for some wiggle room Ysolda squirmed forwards a bit before she felt the space getting a little snug, making it harder for her to come forwards. She rolled a bit and stuck her hoof near the hole from where she was. "I cant move much more, perhaps someone could help pull me out?" she snorted as felt the constricting of things and prayed thanks that she was not claustrophobic. All she needed to do was stay calm.
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Post by houndflash on Dec 26, 2017 12:26:43 GMT -6
Krein-Talori-Outcast
Krein followed the panicked mare to another collapsing building, that most of their rescue party had seemed to be centered around now. If there was another horse trapped in there, hopefully the ground around the building wouldn't hollow in any way, or they would all be just as trapped. As he got closer he saw the fish horse Dawson use his (stupid vine and flower) blessing from the Earth Mother to steady the building's structural supports, and a voice that called out in response to one of the many questions that were thrown at the trapped equine.
"I can't move much more, perhaps someone could help pull me out?"
Krein took the hoof that appeared from the house with his teke, getting ready to pull slightly. "A few of us will need to help with this. Everyone else try to dig under the hole to widen the gap slightly." He said pointedly, glancing at those that had gathered. He then turned his attention to the horse stuck under the rubble. "When I say now, continue to wiggle towards the exit." Krein called out, prepping himself to pull back once another was ready to pull.
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Post by astrumnauta on Jan 3, 2018 9:08:39 GMT -6
Cygnet hummed as she used her telekinesis to move pieces of rubble
out of the way, the light ocean blue green was strong enough to pull
away small pieces and the larger pieces were rolled off with her hooves.
She listened to the mare talking and pricked her ears
"I love the stars, I do wish I knew more about them!
I was blessed with the power of healing and knowing my plants"
She was chirpily talking and she knew she would get this mare free and
when the hoof appeared Cygnet took hold with another equine who she now properly
looked at.
He was a kirin and he had defiantly caught her attention, never had she been
so close and they certainly weren't as godly as everybody believed, she flicked
an ear towards him and then focused back on Ysolda, gently pulling and feeling some
rock move, she released the mare as soon as she was sure she wouldn't come to harm
"He's right we need more to bury under Ysolda, doing that will free her
last push we can do this as a team!"
She took up Ysolda's hoof again and waiting for everybody to begin the dig,
She nodded towards Krein, showing she was ready when he was to get the mare out.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 3, 2018 11:41:41 GMT -6
Minerva || Cleric || Post Three
As the collective efforts of the group wove together, Minerva couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride for her herd. Not only were they tired, dirty, and hungry, but disheartened by the death and carnage surrounding them. But now, one small flicker of light was all it took to rekindle the fire of hope within their chests. Minerva’s resolve blossomed like the vines that curled around the rubble, strengthening the structure so that the other horses could make their galliant efforts to rescue the philosopher. As the crowd pressed in, Minerva found herself pressed between the wall of the building, and the rush of horses attempting to free Ysolde. She knelt down, using both her hooves and take in order to remove the earache corralling the mare. Rainwater dripped down her spine, and ran down her face, blinding bright green eyes for a moment. Mud squelched beneath her hooves, running back into the holes she scrabbled to dig. Frowning, Minerva realized that she would have to dig faster than the water could force the muck to close in again. Grunting, the brindle mare bore down, really putting her Barack into it. Clouds of dirt flew from her hooves, while she used her yellow-green teke to hold the rubble and muck back.
“ We’ll get you out of here in no time,” she panted, hoping that her words would serve to keep the mare calm.
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Post by Huniidu on Jan 3, 2018 19:50:15 GMT -6
Chris
Droplets of water rolled down the lining of her hood, trickling down onto her nose, the coldness of the rain was starting to get to her. Usually, she could bear the cold shower and with her cloak, she could spend more time out in it. The muck and constant lifting via telekinesis or physically were starting to get the best of her. The mud clung heavily to her legs a dark brown coat covered her up to her knees, Chris constantly stuck her legs out from under her cloak letting the downpour wash the mud off, her green eyes watching it as it fell off in clumps. The edges of her cloak were wet with mud despite never touching the ground, and hit her sides with a wet muddled thud. The only spot that was even remotely warm was where her lemur had retreated to, between her shoulder blades, but even that area was damp despite the warmth. It was an uncomfortable situation still she rather do something rather than nothing since that would get her nowhere.
Following behind Ali and the Kirin Chris kept a slow pace, the mud was uneven. Pockets of wetter mud-covered areas caused her to slip, while she hadn’t fallen yet she wasn’t about to take any chances and observed her steps as if walking on a tightrope. Additionally, she didn’t want to spend any more time out in the miserable rain. Still, She followed behind her fellows until she had reached the survivor, a star covered philosopher who was pinned underneath a fallen structure, Chris watched everyone digging out the mare from all of the muck and debris. It was already a crowded area, and there were plenty of rescuers digging, she placed her lantern in front of her cloak, the dim glow just barely illuminating the fallen structure, as she used her telekinesis to raise the structure that lay n top of the mare. While she couldn’t lift the structure entirely she could buy them some time by holding it up, letting out an exhausted sigh she focused her attention on the structure, weirdly her eyes drifted looking at the others everyone was working together just like before it made her smile faintly, It was nice.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 6, 2018 1:26:23 GMT -6
Serene
Talorian Brewer (NPC)I'm slipping into the deep end
Feel the current within
I can't help, I give in
Pain. That was the first sensation the mare felt as she came to. The origin of it was unknown, and in her current position, it was impossible for her to pinpoint it all. She tried to move, but the rubble piled on top of her small form had her trapped all too well. The ringing in her ears muffled out any other sounds that may have been in the area, further disorienting the pegasus. This was not how she had intended her day to go. One moment she was rushing to the aid of a fallen pegasus, and the next? Trapped in a pile of rubble, apparently out of range for any sort of rescue. She felt her body trying to heal itself, her blessing trying to knit her bones and muscles back into place, only to be stopped by the debris forcing it apart in the first place. It was excruciating. The only relief Serene found was in the fact that her blessing was slowly getting overtaxed, and the effects were weakening with each attempt to heal. Closing her eyes, the brewer could almost swear she heard the sound of muffled voices through the ringing that had yet to stop. Swallowing hard, Serene opened her mouth, her strained voice cracking as called out. "Help..."
Just one word was all she could manage, and she prayed as her body grew weaker by the moment that someone, anyone, would hear...
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Post by TinyMinou on Jan 6, 2018 9:12:44 GMT -6
Meredith
talori - Agriculturalist
Meredith quickly jumped up as she saw the others gallop towards the star studded house. Her heart made a little jump as she saw everyone trying to help one way or another like Dawson using his plant manipulation to strengthen the structure. She wished she could use her blessing to help, but little dews of water are of no use now, well expect when maybe Ysolda is dehydrated but now is not the time to think about that. She quickly joined the rescue group, wanting to hear what the plan is. Her eyes perked up when she heard Krein talk about him and some others will pull out Ysolda while the others try to dig under the hole to widen the gap. As Meredith isn't the strongest she decides to help widen the gap. She knelt down and started digging under the hole. Her thoughts wandered of to her home before the freedom's flight attack, where she had her little cottage along the shore. She would go on sea and just relax as her boat softly drifted forward on the ocean. Tears started to form on the side of her eyes, she missed the familiar warmth of her home. But now she needs to focus on saving Ysolda with the others before it's too late. There can't be another death, not now and not ever.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 6, 2018 18:56:45 GMT -6
Ysolda Long ears twitched with each voice that spoke, each sound she heard. Perhaps, yes perhaps she will make it out indeed. Eyes looked out as other seemed to try to widen the girth to allow Ysolda to get through, she was thankful she didnt have much to eat today, no bloat on her. A clear sign the stars were correct saying today breakfast was not so important. Well... the stars didnt say that directly but said enough to her to catch the meaning.
Ysolda felt others pull on her hoof to try and loosen up up from the rubble. She snorted at first, the first tug was a bit rough, the second was a little worst, the third tug, she felt herself being propelled forwards. Fear grasped as she closed her eyes letting out a faint shriek as she suddenly hits the ground from being pulled out and opens her eyes gently to see she is alive indeed and mostly intact! "Cascade be good, thank you all to the stars and back." she remarked as she laid on the ground for a moment breath heavy and looking at the strangers, she knew hardly a one, but she would remember their face, she wouldn't forget them again.
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Post by houndflash on Jan 8, 2018 13:06:48 GMT -6
Krein-Outcast-Talori
Once everyone was ready, and the hole had been opened slightly more by the others, Krein gave the signal to pull the trapped horse out. It took only three tugs, significantly less than the kirin had expected, before the mare escaped her collapsing prison. Once she was out, Krein backed out of the chaos, having stayed towards the back anyways. Even with his scales slicked with mud, and his antlers dripping with water, what he was would be obvious to the newly rescued, star covered equine. And as much as his pride wanted him to force everyone to understand his superiority over the other breeds, not only was now not the time, but if past experiences in this new world had taught him anything, Krein might not receive the same gratitude as the others, not that it mattered to him.
Krein was more than content on just searching the other wreckage that surrounded them, these crowded buildings were possibly full of equines. Perhaps maybe another kirin had been trapped among them. Perhaps he wasn't alone in this world. No one else spoke of any of his kind, many spoke as if he was the only of his kind that walked among them. Krein swallowed and flicked his tail, as a way to dismiss those thoughts as he walked towards another building, already getting back to pulling more rubble away from what was once a door.
By Cascade's grace, or Ignacio's wisdom, or whatever god was now watching, Krein heard a faint noise come from the building that he had started clearing. The kirin flicked his ears towards the noise, hoping for another sound as a confirmation that he wasn't just hearing the storm collapse the house more.
"Is there anyone trapped in here?" Krein called out, hoping, even praying, for a response.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 9, 2018 1:20:25 GMT -6
Dawson | Agriculturist
Tremors, small, seemingly insignificant, but consistent, had his legs wobbling slightly. The teen had barely received his blessing not even a full season ago, and though his work to refine and hone his blessing paid off, it was still new to him, and he was still trying to learn how to not overdue it. Between the pelting rain, the wind, the mud, and his exhaustion, it sure felt like it was taking everything he had to not fall over. But still, he would persist. It was not in his nature to give in simply because he was tired, after all, being an agriculturist was, most days, an intensive job. But still, this had to be high up there on his most exhaustive days. Not to mention the strain it had on him mentally. He was doing well to push back the feelings threatening to overwhelm him, but he feared when this was all over, it'd crash back upon him. But for now, there were more important matters at hand.
Letting his blessing stop as the mare was being pulled out, the rubble shuddered, as if thinking about collapsing, but his vines seemed to hold firm. Between the voices of his fellow rescuers, a soft bleat for help seemed to rise above the sound of the pattering rain, the stomping hooves, and loud voices. How he'd managed to hear it, he'd never understand, but he heard it nevertheless. It seemed that he was not the only one to hear something, for Krein's head had snapped in the direction of the plea, same as Dawson. The two stallions made their way to the remains of the building, and sure enough, there was an injured Pegasus. Dawson rushed forward, barely seeing the older Pegasus through the rubble that had collapsed on her, but her feathers stuck out.
"Hang in there! Help is here! We're going to get you out, don't worry!" Motioning to Krein to help him start clearing the rubble, Dawson's teke began pulling the formation apart as best he could.
The tremors in his limbs seemed to be here to stay, and the teens' fins flared wide as he snorted. There was no way he'd give up now, not when someone needed help so desperately. By the looks of it, they didn't have much time, while the mare they'd just rescued had been lucky enough to get wedged under the rubble, this survivor wasn't nearly so lucky, and had the brunt of whatever building this had been land on her.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 9, 2018 3:00:55 GMT -6
Serene
Talorian Brewer (NPC)I'm slipping into the deep end
Feel the current within
I can't help, I give in
The mare's ears twitched slightly as the voices of potential rescuers called out nearby. While she couldn't make out what was being said, the sense of urgency she could hear made her hopeful. Inhaling deeply, she shuddered, her breath catching in her throat. She wanted nothing more than to scream, to let them know she was there and in need of assistance, but she couldn't. She opened her mouth, but no words came out... only a strained wheeze followed by a series of violent coughs. Serene winced as the coughing stopped, the coppery taste of blood coating her tongue as her lungs burned. If the equines nearby were here to rescue her, she could only hope they would act quickly. Time was running out for the older mare, and she knew it...
"Hang in there! Help is here! We're going to get you out, don't worry!"
Though muffled, the brewer could actually make out the words being said. A gentle sigh of relief escaped her lips as she thanked the stars that she had been found.
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Post by daKisha on Jan 10, 2018 21:39:43 GMT -6
Ali
Talori | Agriculturalist Krein gave the signal to pull the mare out, and Ali’s yellow teke blended in with the others’ as they reached for the single hoof sticking out from the hole. First pull, she didn’t budge. Second pull, she shifted slightly. Third pull did the trick as the mare popped out with surprising force, letting out a small shriek along the way. The rescued mare was a smaller hippocampi with a map of the stars tattooed across the dark parts on her chimera coat that matched the starry ruins of the house that Dawson was desperately trying to keep together. " Cascade be good, thank you all to the stars and back," the hippocampi’s heavily breathed with obvious relief on her face. Ali cautiously moved beside the mare, trying not to let her anxiety show as small rock fragments started to fall down here and there between Dawson’s vines. “ Can you stand and walk?” Ali asked, bringing her head down to the mare trying to catch her breath on the muddy ground. “ You can lean on me if need be. If not we’ll try to carry you. I don’t mean to rush you, but I don’t think my friend over there can keep this house together much longer with his plant manipulation.” Word Count: 211
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