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Post by GingerBlues on Dec 10, 2017 17:50:52 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Talori Plot 502: Castle Crashers   Team Leader: Kanaloa and Antiope Participants: Taishen, Daemyn, Othello, Mirko, Madoka, Kalakara, Pilgrim, Milo, Evan Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DTalori Prompt: After the raid on Torrine that freed you and your herdmates, you’re hungry for a chance to help. The battles abound, furies and flight scattering and screaming in the sky. As Guardians of the Realm and other devoted loyalists, you find your sights set on a prime prize--the Emperor’s Palace. The Flight have been desecrating it as their base of operations and you find you can’t let that disrespect stand even a moment longer. Are you ready to take back your homeland? Flight Prompt: All hell has broken loose across Inaria as Talorians have rebelled. Flight forces are being attacked from ground and sky as rumors abound. Emperor Hawkeye seems to have found new friends in his travels and they are wreaking havoc in the Flocks’ ranks. A group of Guardians have set their sights on the Palace, your new base of operations, and have been pushing inside to gain the ground back. With your forces so divided you’re unable to engage them directly for too long. However, in the winding, complex corridors of this symbol of your oppression you can absolutely make them fight for every inch. Location: The Emperor's Palace (Inaria - Mainland Aquore) Time of Day: Mid Afternoon Current Weather: Words You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by SagaWolf on Dec 15, 2017 14:39:44 GMT -6
Daemyn
Guardian, Husband and Father
This was finally it. After waiting for so many long months, the time had finally come to pay back the Flight for everything. Daemyn would return everything tenfold that the winged vermin had stolen from him. The once gentle giant had far outgrown his foalish mindset which hoped for 'everyone to get along, ' and now he struggled daily to keep the flames of revenge from consuming his soul.
The Flight had cost his daughter her leg. The Flight had cost him the birth of his son, and the skittish boy was still not bonding with his father. The Flight had left Daemyn agonising for months, thinking Kali and Moree had been lost in the bombardment. They had taken so many lives... they had caused so much pain... it was only fair that the loyal Talorians finally got to return it all.
Daemyn's armor wasn't exactly all he would have wished for in a war situation, but he made due with it. A newly made leather breastplate with a hammered ocean wave design would provide some minor protection, and a dagger served as his weapon. If there had been access, he would have been armed to his teeth, but the Temple of Time did not come with an armory, unfortunately.
Together with fellow Guardians (how he had missed them!) and loyalists, Daemyn prepared himself for the inevitable push forward. They would secure the palace and they would drive out the winged rats once and for all! Daemyn just hoped they could do so without putting Kalakara in danger. And, silently, he wished his they would have stayed at the temple with the children, where they would have been safe.
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 15, 2017 21:45:02 GMT -6
O T H E L L O
Talori Guardian
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Finally. Captivity had stretched on for months and now, finally, action was being taken to rid the Talori of their captors. Othello had been preparing, a new sense of urgency gained since the loss of one of his friends… several of his friends. Klaus had gone first, followed shortly by Tamin’s mother, and he knew well enough that many others had suffered due to the Flight’s invasion. Daemyn was one of those that had suffered much, but Othello was glad at least that he’d been able to at least find out the whereabouts of his family. He had been glad to see them reunited, but it had simultaneously left him in pain. He had not been able to find out much about whether or not Roxanne was safe, he hadn’t had the time to really press any of those that had joined them for information on her… and the “not-knowing” was eating away at him. He shook his head, adjusting the rudimentary armor that had been thrown together. The breastplate was simple and without any sort of ornamentation, but it served its purpose well enough. He’d scrambled to find a suitable weapon, one he could use, one he was skilled with, and had been lucky enough to happen upon a bow. It wasn’t his bow, of course, that was lost… probably forever, but a bow was a bow.
Othello stood quietly beside the others and waited, though that was a task in itself. He was ready, the bow slung carefully across his back, arrows primed, and waiting was almost too much. At his side, the odd, not-so-little feline stood, bumping against his leg as it did. He wasn’t really sure why he’d allowed it to stay… it was cross-eyed and not particularly good at… well anything, but the companionship it offered… well, it seemed to ease his nerves a little. The guardian had been having fits as his blessing evolved in captivity, tormented by flashes of the past, but he tried his best to ignore it. Othello’s gaze shifted around the gathered horses. “Are we ready?” He asked, more to the loyalists than to the guardians… he assumed they were fine, but the everyday civilian? He trusted them, but still he worried.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 15, 2017 22:43:33 GMT -6
Kalakara || Brewer || Post One
Kali's hide was practically humming with electricity, crackling with invisible sparks that filled the air around them, galvanizing the black overo for the task ahead. Despite the fact that they could be, nay would be, walking into immense danger, they couldn't help but feel a kind of exhilaration, excitement even, at the idea of taking back their home. Although Kali had once seen at least some of the merits that the Flight's mentality had, they could no longer in good faith sympathize with the interlopers. Their daughter had lost her leg, their son could barely relate to his father, and this was the first time in agonizing months that they had stood beside their husband since the attacks. To be able to return their home to its rightful state was tantalizingly thrilling. How blessed it would be to walk amongst their friends and family once again. Despite the egregious acts that had been committed by the Talorian government against the mustang, they still held some great amount of country loyalty.
As the horses beside them shifted, Kali let their eyes rove across the group, taking in the armored bodies and determined faces that surrounded them. Their own body had very little protection, save for a thin layer of burnished leather scrap on their legs, and a set of highly detailed, ornate saddlebags, the contents of which would come in handy should any of their team come to some form of harm. They hoped that it would not come to such, but it would be much better to be prepared than empty hoofed when it came down to it. The sharp prickle of fangs under the horse's upper lip promised another layer of protection. Deadly venom welled in the hollows of the surplus teeth, offering a weapon that could not be removed or turned against its owner.
Taking a step towards Dae, thankful to have him by their side, the overo spoke, their voice hushed, but not wavering. "Ready as I can be," they stated, each word hanging thick with anticipation.
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 16, 2017 2:37:10 GMT -6
Pilgrim
Talori | Craftsman
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A huge amount of build-up energy, that had gathered inside him over all those months trapped in Torrine, was floating through his body. His steps were extensive but otherwise he appeared completely calm. While everyone else was hurrying to get out of the prison, he walked. Not slowly, but also not overhasty. He wanted to savor every step. When he reached the borders of the small village, he could feel the connection to his blessing coming back. Another energy boost that filled his body.
Pilgrim was definitely not acting like the normal civilian he should be, but the horses around him had other things on their minds. No one would notice today. He smiled.
The Craftsman had joined a group of Guardians and other Talorians that wanted revenge. Their goal was the Emperors palace, and Pilgrim yearned to release some of his energy.
He had refetched his Kunai and a little dagger. That was all he would need.
For a moment he closed his eyes, and send his prayers to the pagan god of his ancestors. All blood he would shed today, all chaos spread, would be in the name of Digend. He had to flee the cult years ago, but he saw himself still as one of them.
A confident smile appeared on his face when one of the guardians skeptical asked if the group was ready. Pilgrim turned his head into his direction and nodded. “Ready. Let’s not waste more time.”
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Post by moonlightwalk on Dec 16, 2017 12:01:36 GMT -6
Kanaloa
Kanaloa breathed in deeply through his nose, face serious, grim. They had escaped their prison at long last, but the battle was not yet won. Battles raged on around them, screams filling the sky. Kanaloa alongside some others, had set his eyes on the palace, a historic place the flight now dared use as if it were their own. It was preposturous. And they would take it back, not only because of respect but also morale. If they gained back the palace, it would be a significant victory on their side. Kanaloa was pleased to see horses around him he knew and trusted. Horses he had trained in combat with. He was less pleased to see a mare amongst them. Daemyn's wife he knew. He wondered why she wasn't with their children. Mares where not suited for things like this. They were supossed to be protected. He wondered how his collegue could stand it. If Renata was here. If Izel was here. If Theseus was here. He would have ushered them far away from the fighting. Maybe Theseus would have followed in his footsteps. Become a guardian himself. He'd have worried still no doubt.
Kalakara declared herself ready and Kanaloa cleared his head. It was no use wondering about any scenario but the now. He cleared his throath. "If everybody is ready, let's go. The terrorist have insulted us by sitting in our palace too long. Let's kick them out and get it back!" His hoof slammed on the ground, channeling his anger. He looked at Othello and Madoka. More softly, though it still came out gruffly, he added. "Let's clear this place up for when they come back." For when those who had fallen were brought back to them.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Dec 16, 2017 23:28:59 GMT -6
Milo | Vagabonds - Freedom's Flight | Striker SquadronThe time was nigh, the overly pious fish equines had broken through the heavily patrolled borders of Torrine and were now headed towards the Palace. Rumor was that the sand equines of Serora were also in on this escape, leading the young warrior to chuckle smugly to himself. They weren’t even able to break free on their own, they had to drag the hippies into this mess. I hope that they can live with that blood on their hooves. Blood of the winged... Milo thought to himself. He was honestly confused about how Serora came to the aid of the Talori, when the reason they were imprisoned was because they refused to stop severing wings and murdering children. Something Serora should probably be against with their peaceful ways and worship of the winged god Alya...unless they possibly didn’t know.
All of these thoughts floated through Milo’s head as he paced the hallways before the room where the Primary, Renata and a few others he gave a shit about were. The fish people might have gotten out, but they certainly wouldn’t take the palace back. Milo would see it explode and burn before that happened. Hell, he would even lose his other foreleg. Maybe an eye. But if anyone was losing anything, it was that algae munching ocean scum. They might've lost a lot already, but he would see to it that they would find they could lose so much more. Though the young stallion had lost a leg since the invasion of Inaria, he had gained so much more. His strict regiment of training increased his muscle mass, making him more toned and fit. He was a Master of Weapons and could readily use any one he picked up. He invested in many weapons along the lines of a huge golden buster sword, gold throwing knives, a knife, a breastplate and spiked leg bracers on each leg other than the prosthetic one, which had sharp bits of it's own. His voice and had gotten exponentially more powerful, its vibrations becoming quite dangerous. But they felt good in his chest, like he could feel the vibrations of his body and the world around him. It was oddly filling, though he still felt like a bit of him was missing. Like using sound waves to move and manipulate wasn't what he was called to do. From the time he joined the Flight, especially the Striker Squadron, he had been a large part of this cataclysm and wasn't even close to done yet.
I won't stop until they know true destruction...they'll be so broken they'll need to reinvent themselves from the ground up like the cave horses. he growled inwardly, it rumbling deep inside his belly as he readied for the attack he knew was coming by the sounds of chaos outside. He stood ready for Antiope's direction without a glimmer of fear in his eyes and would act on his own accordingly if she was unable to reach him in time. The explosives expert was around these halls too, so he definitely wasn't alone.
"Don't fall on my sword, let's make this fun." Milo muttered to himself with an undeniably sadistic look in his eye. Though he had learned restraint in his rage and when to use it, he was still quite a violent fighter.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2017 0:11:16 GMT -6
The sound of hoof steps echoed in the halls, but it was not her own. The pony mare herself was sprawled across the ground, her back against the wall, and a screwdriver in her mouth as she tinkered with her goggles. Ever since the attack that had cost her her eye, her damn goggles were always coming loose. No, the steps sounded from her pacing teammate. She tried her best to ignore her, her ears pressed back and attention fully focused on her googles. Her wings laid stretched out the best they could, resting comfortably on the cold ground. She was ready for a fight. She was ready to get back at them, but their time would come. One wrong move, and all would be lost.
"There we go." She chirped to herself, the tool dropping from her mouth and clinging to the ground as she pulled the red lensed goggles onto her head and settled comfortably over her eyes... or, eye, anyways. Beautiful etching of a compass was drawn over the eye that she had lost, making up for the lack of her fiery gaze.
Pulling herself to her hooves, the mare flapped her colorful wings a few times before settling them against her sides. She tugged her bandanna over her muzzle, preparing for the fight that was to come. Her gaze shifted down the hall to a pacing Milo and she noticed all the weapons and preparation he had. Evan? She just had what little explosions she could muster up in a rush as well as her trusty sling shot. The bundle of sticks and rubber didnt look like much, but it sure did the trick when the mare on the other side of it was a crack shot.
Sighing softly to herself, she made her way toward the doorway and closer to Milo. A smirk played across her lips as she heard him mutter something, but didn't quite catch the words.
"Keep pacing like that and you're gonna use up all your energy." She spoke up, a teasing tone on her tongue as her words echoed down the hallways. She was oblivious to the sound of muffled chaos outside, as her hearing was no where close to the best after years of.. well, playing with bombs. She was not oblivious to the chaos, though. She knew a fight was coming, and she was ready for it... this time, though, she would like to not lose something like she had her eye.
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Post by perfectkawa on Dec 17, 2017 21:49:55 GMT -6
MIRKO
Talori Guardian
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Anxiety welled in his belly, hooves fidgeting in place as Mirko stared up at the compromised palace. He was used to being a horse of action, and being pent up in Torrine for so long had him on edge now. Sure, they'd done some training here and there, but was anyone really prepared for what was going to happen today? The stallion's mismatched gaze soared skyward, his ears twitching back against his skull as the sounds of war crashed around them. This was real. Whatever happened today (the guardian in him was certain they would be victorious), there was no going back. He was certain several would lose their lives today, no matter what side they were on, and that had to be a risk everyone was willing to take- not just losing their own lives, but ending those of others where necessary.
Mirko paused to survey the equines around him- none he knew particularly well, but ones he liked and trusted nonetheless. They all had one goal today, and that was taking back the palace (and, eventually, all of Aquore). Some of them were loyalists, some of them were guardians, but all of them were on his side of this, and he'd do his best to protect and work alongside them today. His gaze swiveled to Othello as the other spoke, and his tail swished to acknowledge his words. Being unready wasn't an option- they were already here.
Turning away again, he took a moment to think about Serenity and Cassandra, wherever they were. As long as they were safe, that's all that mattered. He thought of his parents, and how long it'd been since he'd been able to see them. Would things go back to normal after this? If they were still alive, would he continue to shun them, all for petty fights they'd had over his choice of work? The stallion snorted and pawed at the ground, quietly shaking his head. There was no time for regrets now. They'd win this fight, this war, and he'd worry about everyone after that. Kanaloa's call rekindled the rest of his fighting spirit, and Mirko joined in the other stallion's stamping on the ground, energy flooding his veins. "Let's do it!"
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 17, 2017 23:21:02 GMT -6
MADOKA
Talori Agriculturist
It had been a long couple of months. Perhaps the longest that Madoka had had since the Wave Mother took Mairi from him, but he was more than ready to see the end of it. He yearned to ditch the small group of survivers and make a run for the ocean, but after all that had happened, Madoka knew he wanted to see it through to the end. And besides, it would feel good to take down a pegasus or two along the way and he was certain that the rest of the familiar faces around him felt the same way.
Shouldering the dagger he'd managed to steal on his way out of Torrine, Madoka looked over to the giant Othello and gave a nod. He was more than ready, he'd been holding onto his anger for months as fuel for what he knew would eventually come and now it was here. "Let's go." Excitement lit his blue eyes like flames and for the first time in months, Madoka felt a hint of optimism flow through him. Finally, they were doing something and this would be more productive than trying to befriend the feathered bastards anyway.
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Post by Jennycallie on Dec 18, 2017 20:49:40 GMT -6
Taishen
Guardian
“A Guardian does not fidget. He does not flinch, or waver in his duty. If assigned a post, he stands square and tall. If assigned a circuit, he completes it with thoroughness and attention to detail. He moves with economy, he stands with solidity. A Guardian is a reflection of the Palace, and the herd as a whole.”
His father’s words ran over and over in Taishen’s head as he stood, slightly apart from the others assembled. A Guardian is a reflection of the Palace, Anders whispered in Tai’s head, and the stallion’s eyes narrowed, flat with an anger so intense, so concentrated that it no longer boiled, but instead cloaked his soul with a heavy, patient latency. The Taishen who stood facing the direction of the Palace looked very little like the that Anders spoke to in Tai’s memory. That stallion- colt, truly- had been in the peak of his fitness, suffused with the glowing health afforded to the young and vital. His neck had been arched proudly- arrogantly, even- and his eyes had glittered with purpose and a sense of satisfaction, of the knowledge that he was doing what he was meant to be doing.
That Taishen would not have recognized the thin, scarred wraith that stood now, his coat a testament to the trials he had experienced these past few months. His once elegant tail was tangled, and he had twigs in his mane, chips in his hooves. And most striking of all was the long, angry puckered scar that snaked across his spine and barrel, which reminded him with every stride all that he had failed to do.
But the last two facets, perhaps, were still true, shared between the Taishen of the past and the present. Purpose, and the unshakable conviction in his course… yes, he still had that. The low, tense chatter of the group washed meaninglessly over Taishen as he stood like a stone, as square and solid the fallen Defender might have, and his cold, slitted eyes did not waver as they looked towards his goal. His Palace. Taking it back and exterminating the vermin who infested it, yes, Tai had no doubts that he was meant to be here, to be doing this.
“Enough,” Taishen grated out loud, and it was unclear if he was speaking to himself, or the group, or nobody at all. He hefted his makeshift spear, and without a glance to see if any were following him, the Guardian trotted grimly towards the Palace and disappeared inside with a last flash of his dirty golden tail, spear at the ready, steps light but deliberate. A Guardian does not flinch, he does not waver.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Dec 20, 2017 16:30:29 GMT -6
Milo | Vagabonds - Freedom's Flight | Striker Squadron
As the young warrior continued his pacing and preparation for battle, he heard Evan's voice pierce his thoughts. He halted a few feet away from her and snorted, tossing his head back and shaking his mane. "Run out of energy? Not until the skies lose the energy to produce wind." He adjusted his wings so one of them his his sword and made sure his throwing knives were secure in his bracers and under his mane. To anyone who didn't know him well, he looked like a young handicapped pegasus with a ratty mane and tail. Too young and experienced to do much of anything. But in truth he was as turbulent as Alya's sky, bringing storms to wherever he went and valiantly battling with the best of the Flight, thanks to his rigorous training with Antiope, which he still participates in.
His ears swiveled as he listened carefully for sounds other than the Flight in the castle. He picked up the faintest sound of a heavy door opening and approaching hoofsteps. He turned his head back to Evan and pawed at the ground with a forehoof. "Prepare yourself, they're coming. I heard the door. The time is now, we must protect the Primary."
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 20, 2017 22:48:00 GMT -6
Kalakara || Brewer || Post Two
All around Kali, restless Talorians filled the air with electric intensity, their anticipation infecting the very space around them. Apparently, the emotions were running too high for some of the horses around them, as Kali heard Taishen growl out "Enough," almost to himself, but loud enough for the black and white mustang, as well as their counterparts, hear him. With a curt nod, they followed the Guardian's instruction, golden shod hooves flashing in the light as they trotted alongside the others. Kali could feel their pulse strong in their chest, beating in rhythmic order. The feeling was comforting, but the tattooed equine couldn't help but wonder what might it be like should that ever-present beating to be cut suddenly short. It made the black horse shudder to think about it. Instead, they flattened their ears to their head, as though they could block out their own thoughts in the same manner as they could the words of another equine from the outside world.
The eerie sound of the palace door creaking open sent a shiver down Kali's spine, and they wished that their entrance could have been just a little quieter. Stealth was apparently not going to be an option, as the horses' hooves clattered on the palace floors. Kali's own hooves were especially loud, with their golden shoes ringing out high, sweet notes against the polished palace floors. Their eyes swiveled left and right, aching to determine the location of enemy soldiers. It was difficult not to get distracted by the innate splendor of the palace, but the nagging desire to keep themself alive allowed the mustang to keep their focus on the task at hand. It was lucky that they did so; suddenly they found themself nestled between Taishen and Daemyn, face to face with a squadron of flight members. With a shallow gasp, the overdo stopped short, blue eyes widening, reflecting a row of gleaming weapons, and hatred filled faces.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 15:23:37 GMT -6
The mare let a small smirk play across her lips at the younger stallion's response. She, instead, let herself rest, a back hoof cocked and hip slumped as her wings sat comfortably by her side. She didnt like being in palace. It was too.. claustrophobic. A glance up proved that flying would be difficult; at least, getting out of range would be. She didnt like being grounded, especially during a fight since fighting was one of her weak points. She was a striker purely for her knowledge of bombs and explosives, not because she knew how to put up a fight. However, she made do with her adequate fighting skills and was somehow still alive because of it, so she was doing something right.
Her stance suddenly straightened as Milo alerted her to be prepared, having heard the heavy door open followed by hoofsteps. Evan herself had not heard it, but she trusted her younger comrade. She felt her heart beat pick up as she fumbled for her sling shot, settling a rock into its grasp as she turned toward the hallway and waited.
"Be careful, kid." She said, knowing all too well that Milo had a tendency to be a bit too.. bold at times. However, she kept her tone light, as she didnt want to come across as accusing.
Her ears flicked forward as the Talorians got close enough for her to hear their hoof steps. She could tell some wore shoes, as she could hear them echoing against the palace walls, where as those bare footed sounded more like heavy thuds. As they rounded the corner, Evan found herself frozen, unable to take the first shot. Her gaze shifted to Milo almost nervously.
Here goes nothin'.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Dec 25, 2017 15:00:23 GMT -6
Kanaloa
Guardian | Cis male
Seeing his fellow herd mates take off to the palace with such vigor, did Kanaloa proud. Courage filled their hearts and they had honor, wanting to defend their homeland. He was grateful to go to battle with them. They charged the castle without much incident, pushing their way through heavy doors. It was going well, perhaps too well, so it was no surprise to Kane that they were suddenly faced with a couple of those cursed flock members.
His ears pinned back as everyone seemed to freeze for a moment. It seemed so short, the last time he had faced a bunch of them, when everyone was hesitant. The last time he lost two souls. Today there would be no hesitation. They did not deserve as much. He announced loudly: "If you wish to surrender, drop your weapons now. If you don't, face the consequences." He grabbed onto his weapon, pushing forwards. He'd see what would happen. Right now these flock members were outnumbered. They had to take them out before they could sound the alarm. He charged forwards. "If you can, incapacitate them. They should stand trial! For Talori herd!"
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 25, 2017 20:01:45 GMT -6
Kalakara || Brewer || Post Three
Kali's heart skipped a beat as they clattered to a halt, and they felt the familiar, twisting angst deep in the pit of their stomach that always accompanied facing life or death situations. Sure, the intruding flock members were outnumbered, but they were armed, as well as trained in the manners of soldiers. While the Guardians might know how to fight, it was not a pastime that Kali made a habit of, and they felt highly inadequate in comparison to the lumbering guardians. Even though Daemyan had taught his wife, and his daughter some basic defense tactics before his unjust imprisonment, the black overo wasn't fully comforted by their rudimentary understanding of self defense. There appeared, however, to be no way to avoid getting a little rough, especially as Kanaloa, one of the aforementioned Guardians, called out a battle cry, rallying the Talorian "troops" to fight with him and bring the murderous Flight scum to trial. Kali had stood trial before the Talorian government, and they had once considered it a punishment they wouldn't wish upon their worst enemy. Back then, their only enemy was Odette. A large bit less threatening than an army of merciless killers. These bastards had maimed their daughter, split apart their family, and infiltrated their homeland. Surely that was worth standing judgement for.
With one quick, self-serving glance at their broad-shouldered husband, Kali leaped forward, golden shoes throwing sparks across the floor under their hooves. Green venom pooled at the edges of their mouth, and dripped from their fully extended fangs. Their blue eyes fell upon one of the Flight stallions, with black, tar-like streaks running down his face. I hope you get a cell with a nice, Rougue roommate, thought the mustang, as they rushed forward. Nothing would be too good for these degenerates. Nothing.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 22:29:34 GMT -6
Antiope
i feigned umbrage at my bruising fist
The Striker squadron was spread thin. Antiope heard the cries of her soldiers ringing out from around the city, their bombs falling on the Talori insurgents and their foreign allies. Antiope wasn't naive. She knew that the Flight's hold on Inaria wouldn't last forever, that it was about sending a message to the Talori, but she did not intend to let the capital go so quickly or so easily. The Flight wouldn't lose, not while she commanded the Strikers.
The Sentinels were protectors. The Strikers? They were killers.
"Fight for every inch." Her voice was hard, quiet, as she pushed through the two soldiers at her side. Twirling her golden spear into a battle-ready stance, she stepped between Milo and Evan, brushing past Evan's nervous glance and Milo's hungry eyes. The palace doors crashed open to reveal a battalion of Guardians (and they must have been Guardians, their arrogance was unmistakable) and Antiope did not stop to admire them. She charged forward without a battle cry. The Talori had demanded her silence her whole life. They would receive it now.
Her spear swung up and over her withers, thrusting forward again with the blunt end, aiming a vicious jab for the Guardian who demanded their arrest.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Dec 29, 2017 21:27:52 GMT -6
Milo | Vagabonds - Freedom's Flight | Striker Squadron Milo was no psychic or mind reader, but he could tell Evan was a bit nervous from her body language and especially the tone of her voice when she told him to be careful. Normally he would spit back a witty retort about how he would be fine and he didn't need the warning, but with a fight such as this ahead of them, he recognized her good will and decided to just accept it. She was out of her element within the confines of the palace and though Evan was likely at least somewhat handy with a sword or dagger, she wasn't able to fly higher and drop her explosives on the fish equines below. I'll make sure she gets out of this...hell, I'll make sure only those with wings get out of this...alive and in one piece. he thought inwardly as he nodded his affirmation to Evan. "Of course." Then his Commander appeared, only making the storm brewing beneath Milo's flesh swirl out of control. Her words fueled his winds, fueled his will to keep the palace. Or bring down as many Talori as possible before their time was up.
The Talori burst through the doors to meet Antiope's spear. He let the shock of her attack set in and quickly gazed over the pack of slimy prisoners to see which of those he would go after first. Not surprisingly, one of them was already leaping for him with their neck outstretched and mouth open. Milo couldn't help but crack a wide grin as he danced away from what seemed to be...fangs?! "Holy FUCK!" he exclaimed with a shout of what should've been fear or surprise, but instead was glee. He stepped away from both Antiope and Evan, drawing his golden buster sword and pawing the ground, wings tight to his body...for now. "Come on, low tide wretch." He licked his teeth, ready to receive blood, his eyes aflame with the heat of battle and the promise of bloodshed. His metal hoof created a jarring clanging noise on the marble floors.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 30, 2017 13:18:09 GMT -6
Kalakara || Brewer || Post Four
Clearly, they had chosen a formidible opponant. Not only did the pegasus stallion leap forward, towards the fray, but he exclaimed with what appeared to be a whoop of delight. What in Cascade's name was the crazy bastard thinking, to be celebrating his enemy's special attributes? It made little sense to Kali why their enemy would be gleeful to be faced eith their razor sharp fangs, the tips of which beaded with venom. Rather than puzzle out what made the peach colored pegasus tick, they decided to give him something to really holler about. Blue eyes flicked over his body, searching for weak points in his defences. Smartly, he kept the vulnerable flesh of his wings safe by tucking them tightly to his sides. As they assessed their target, Kali noticed his prosthetic limb, and their lip curled into a smile. After what the Flight had done to their daughter, it was good to know that some small amount of justice had been served. They hoped the metal contraption would slow the crazy stallion enough that they could get some blows in.
Rushing forward, Kali ignored the low tide wench comment, choosing instead to focus on their enemy. If they could only get some of the glistening green venom pumping through his veins, they would weild an advantage. Tragically, as their jaws sprung closed, they snapped shut on a mouthful of air. Damn! Now the element of surprise was lost, and Kali found themself facing a wild-eyed Flight stallion... And his sword.
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 30, 2017 21:51:35 GMT -6
His question wasn’t meant to be taken as hesitation, he had none, but he knew better than to assume those who were not guardians felt the same way. Satisfied that those who had gathered were indeed ready and willing to fight for that symbol of the herd, he moved forward with the rest. He positioned himself beside Kanaloa as the palace door creaked open and the sound of their hooves clattered across the floor. This was anything but stealthy, but stealth wasn’t really what they had come for. They came to take back what rightfully belong to Talori, so what if they made a little noise… Not that stealth would’ve mattered as it was the squadron of flight members that made everyone pause there near the door.
The fray began almost instantly, some words exchanged, but there was no discussion at this point. They came to fight and that was what they were going to do. Othello unslung the bow he’d been carrying across his back and pulled an arrow from the quiver, notching it against the string and taking aim. There were only a few flight members there, but seeing as Kanaloa seemed occupied by one and the other was distracted by Kalakara, that left just the one. His eyes narrowed as he focused in on the brightly colored mare that seemed to linger nervously in the back and, with a smooth draw of the bow and a soft exhale, he released the arrow...
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 31, 2017 4:10:31 GMT -6
MADOKA
Talori Agriculturist This was no different then venturing into the Wilds, or being out in the wild and beautiful sea. He felt no fear, only the single-minded determination that had gotten him through these past several years. Madoka had to get out of this alive, he had to return to the sea. If only to continue his chase to find the Wave Mother.
Holstering his dagger, Madoka followed the guardians without hesitation, falling into his typical quiet manner once again. It wasn't until they were deep within the Palace that the first of the pegasus appeared. Madoka's ears flattened at Kanaloa's speech, words had not saved them from being prisoners. Words had not created the peace many Talorian's were seeking, words did nothing. Actions, however, did. Madoka's eyes whipped up to the gold helm pegasus, just as she launched herself at Kanaloa with a sharp gold spear. To the right of him, Madoka could hear an almost gleeful whoop as the overo Talorian mare launched herself at a familiar pegasus, but it wasn't from her the whoop had come from. Then to the left the giant guardian Othello had moved to take on a smaller pegasus. He took in the scene quietly, but there was one his eyes hadn't truly left. The Golden Helmed mare had been apart of the crew that had captured him in the first place, he'd pegged her as the leader the first time he looked at her and there had been no mistaking it the few times he had seen her in Torrine.
There was no way Kanaloa could take her on on his own. As much as he wanted to give the older Guardian the benefit of the doubt, his gut instinct told him Kanaloa would need help with this one. Just as the golden spear was sent towards the hippocampus, Madoka moved in. The flicker of blue teke wavered around his dagger and he flung the weapon towards the pegasus, aiming for the soft of her flank.... ... Word Count: 332 Post 2 |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 19:03:15 GMT -6
It was then that Antiope appeared, her voice hard and determined as she pushed between Evan and Milo. Evan stepped to the side to allow her through, lifting her gaze with her brow narrowed tight to her flaming red eyes. While she was nervous, she was not scared. She knew Milo had her back as she had his.
She let her commander and Milo charge ahead while she loaded her slingshot, stretching the rubber sling back with a sharp edged rock sitting comfortably in the pocket. Her eyes landed on another fellow that seemed to stay in the back, just like she did. His blue shimmering scales caught her attention at first, but then she saw his bow. He had slung in an arrow quickly, not skipping a beat as he let it fly. Evan froze, feeling a rush of wind against her cheek as the arrow just barely missed her face.
Gritting her teeth together, her ears flicked back at the sound of the arrow sliding across the ground. She drew her slingshot and let the rock fly at the bow-slinging guardian. He wasnt the only one with good aim.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 1, 2018 17:39:57 GMT -6
Kanaloa
Guardian | Cis male
Kanaloa was not fast nor agile, but he was strong and could take a hit. When a bombastic horse -who wore such a crown anyway?- lurched towards him, he got nicked on his side, perhaps a scar in the future to join his many others. He would need to invest in better armor soon, though this was only what he managed to grab on the fly anyway so whatever his possessions, it wouldn't have mattered.
He exposed his teeth, dagger flying out to clash with the spear. It seemed like a scene out of some kind of comedy played out on the corner of Aquore's streets. A horse challenging an opponent with a weapon that was far unmatched. But this wasn't a comedy, this was reality and it wasn't funny at all. So many days locked up had given him plenty of time to get worked up and he had not let his condition wane aside from the obvious lack of food. He counted on his hate for these horses and his love for his homeland to make up for the latter.
"Aquore will be ours again. Give it up," he hissed before springing away, putting distance between himself and the spear. He needed an angle to harm her and eyes darted around to find out how. He glanced at the rest of his group, seeing Madoka make towards them out of the corner of his eye. If he could keep her distracted... He slashed the air with the small knife, jabbing it forward.
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Post by SagaWolf on Jan 3, 2018 6:06:17 GMT -6
Daemyn
Guardian, Husband and Father
Reaching out to his partner, Daemyn pressed his forehead into their neck for the briefest of moments, swallowing the worry in his gut. Kalakara could fight well enough and was equipped with a dangerous Blessing. Daemyn ought to be able to focus fully on the fight before them, yet he could not snuff out the fear of separation once more, this time possibly permanently.
"Stay safe, " he muttered softly to the black overo, knowing that they couldn't possibly make such a promise, but needing to speak the words. He gave a smile and a soft kiss, and then Taishen trotting towards the palace doors with determination, the rest of the group hot on his heels, Daemyn included.
As they came face to face with the Flight inside the palace, Daemyn felt anger overtaking his worries and fear, recognizing both Milo and Antiope. Kali lept past and Daemyn saw the fangs extended, but unfortunately heard a hollow snap of teeth on air. With a baring of his teeth and a low barely audible growl, he joined his life partner, zeroing in on the foul-mouthed pegasus, slashing at any unprotected part with his dagger.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 4, 2018 16:30:26 GMT -6
Taishen
Leeroy Jenkins Impersonator
Taishen’s gaze never wavered from his goal, moving only to sweep the perimeter, trusting his ears and the inherent sense of his companions that they were at his side. Had the stallion’s focus shifted, had he softened his gaze to allow distractions, he might have caught a glimpse of himself in the Palace’s polished walls, the many ornate mirrors he had known so well. He would not have recognized himself. Would not have recognized the disheveled, thin, desperate creature that he had become, that the Wilds had shaped. Would not have recognized the expression on his face, his lips skinned back over bared teeth in a silent rictus of rage and promise.
He felt Kali at his shoulder, a familiar presence by now. Daemyn flanked them, and Taishen felt strength gather in his limbs as they rounded the corner, as they faced the living blockade of filth. Distantly Taishen was aware of Kanaloa instructing the group to take prisoners, to show restraint. As far as Taishen was concerned, the trial had already begun.
As Antiope closed with Kanaloa, Taishen’s head turned sharply, his spear lifting in his telekinetic grip almost subconsciously, carried on the red wave of fury that the mare’s form incited in him. Phantom pain twinged along the scar lining Taishen’s back, a memento from the last time he’d met the mare on the battlefield, and Tai’s nostrils flared red as he prepared to launch at the feathered beast’s back.
Movement, in the corner of one eye.
Tai let loose a yell he only distantly heard, a guttural sound of frustration, as he turned unwillingly to look the threat fully on. Another usurper, one hanging back from the thick of the battle that centered around the masked pegasus and Talorians, was sending missiles toward Othello. Vermin! Taishen whirled, spear swishing lethally through the air in tandem with his body. The Guardian was unaware of the faint clouds of precipitation forming above his head, his rage unconsciously feeding his Blessing, but his every move was deliberation as he snarled and swung the spear forwards, seeking to knock Evan off of her hooves.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Jan 4, 2018 22:54:26 GMT -6
Milo | Vagabonds - Freedom's Flight | Striker Squadron
Milo once again felt a tingling deep in his bones, the feeling that he had come to know from various battles in the past with the Talori was him shaking up their world, tearing it apart and putting it back together again upside down and backwards. This battle might not look good for him from an outside perspective, for it was now two against one as the young warrior drew a familiar palomino stallion away from the clutch along with the equine with the fangs. However, this feeling in Milo's bones kept his spirit up...for if he was causing destruction and ruin to their lives, he felt more complete. With his metal leg tinging against the polished floor, the pegasus began to pull a little bit further away from the large mass. He would handle these two alone. The sadistic grin stayed plastered to the teen's face as the tattooed equine faced his sword, which he swung in a small angular motion, indicating the readiness to use. Not long after, the large Talorian stallion was slashing at him with a dagger that seemed to have just been picked up judging by the fact that it looked like nothing special. Milo was quite covered at least by something, be it gnarled mane, plethora of feathers, armor or spiked bracers. Though his sword eventually did tip the dagger off balance from the teke of his attacker, it wasn't before it took off a few thick feathers first. Daggers were fast, Milo would give them that, but swords yielded more strength.
As the stallion's gaze flicked over the two horses, his Perception picked up on something...their body language. Daemyn came to this equine's aid before any others. The way he attacked to give the other time and the way he put himself closer to the threat even though both could only attack at melee range. He was protecting this equine...yes...they must be mates! Milo raised his one pierced eyebrow. I've never seen this hippocampus before. But that big guy doesn't know when to just accept defeat...not that I would stop even then. I'll make him suffer...by cutting the ocean out of his mate. thought the young pegasus as he continued to slowly back away. As he did so he took a well-aimed slash at the hippocampus, aiming for the face, neck and chest. His ears were flat against his skull and his teeth were bared in a grin as he hissed at the two. "It was foolish to come here, but I'm glad you did. It's been too long since I've bloodied my sword."
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 6, 2018 14:33:57 GMT -6
Kali || Brewer || Post Five
Vaguely, Kali was aware of Daemyn wishing them well, as he pressed his muzzle to their neck in a soft embrace. Although they knew that it would be an improbability, nay an impossibility to promise that they would remain safe. That fact became even truer as their first attack left them with a mouthful of empty air. Their golden shod hooves skittered on the smooth marble floor, and their heart raced as they attempted to rebalance themself after their first charge. Their mane whipped around them, cascading into a literal waterfall of hair. Since their time in Cascade's temple, Kali had been having more and stranger connections to their Goddess, and it appeared that the Goddess had blessed her subject with a perpetual flood of seawater that pooled around their hooves before disappearing mystically into the floor. Thanks to its divine properties, the flood neither ebbed nor flowed, and the floor remained dry. Other than looking flashy, and releasing a cooling spray into the air, the mystic waves did little to actually aid Kali in any way.
From the corner of their eye, Kali caught sight of Daemyn's dagger, flashing in the light from arching windows as he slashed at the Vagabond. Before them, the peachy stallion backed away, seemingly thwarted by Dae. With a surge of confidence, they lunged forwards, only realizing their mistake after it was too late. The stallion wasn't backing away due to fear, he was drawing the black and white mustang in. As the silver glint of his sword heralded an attack, Kali stumbled back, attempting unsuccessfully to avoid the onslaught of blows. Crimson lines, bright against the white of their face, and deep in contrast to the black flesh of their chest appeared, blossoming into trails of blood. Luckily, none of the slashes were deep enough to do serious damage, but there were many more attacks to dodge before the hellish nightmare battle was over. Squealing with pain, the black horse backed up, shocked to see the falls around their hooves turn pink with blood. Hissing, the overo sidestepped, gathering a glob of viscous green venom at the back of their throat. Opening their jaws wide, they spat a mouthful of glowing green goop at their enemy, praying it would land.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2018 22:48:23 GMT -6
The mare's attention was fully on the archer, the flustered shout of the flaxen guardian falling on deaf (literally) ears. It wasnt until she caught the glint of a spear charging at her full blast did her attention shift from the hippocampus guardian. However, her realization had not quite come quick enough. She attempted to dodge the attack, but the spear still found her legs. Her hooves were swept out from underneath her, and she fell to the ground, air escaping her lungs in a painful gasps. Her weapon slid across the floor out of her grasp, her form stunned on the tile.
Her eye widened as the spear's point landed only inches from her face, flashbacks of how she had lost her eye in almost the exact same way flooding her mind. She could almost hear Seran giving her shit for finding herself in yet the exact same situation as before. However, she wasn't going to let herself lose anything this time. The one eye had been plenty.
An angry, desperate, and determined roar crawled from her throat as she used her small wings to propel herself back to her hooves and toward her attack, aiming to shove him back with a punch of her wing if she had timed herself correctly.
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Post by Gaybies on Jan 10, 2018 20:28:29 GMT -6
He watched as the arrow cut through the air, but failed to slice any flesh, instead zipping by its mark and clattering to the ground behind. Alright, lucky her. He drew again, notching the arrow, and allowed his teke to pull the string, but as he released the slung stone caught him across the cheek, the speed and texture opening a small gash. The sting of the rock was enough to disrupt his aim as he released the second arrow, sending it shooting off hopefully harmlessly. Shit.
Othello had been about to draw yet again, intent on wounding the mare, but in that moment Taishen charged and began fighting her with his spear. A part of him wanted to continue to fire arrows, but another part knew that with Taishen moving around as he was, the chances of accidentally shooting him… well, it wasn’t worth it. For a moment, he thought about using the bow as a club and just going in swinging, but breaking his only bow so early in the game didn’t seem smart. With a disappointed cluck, he slung the bow back over his shoulder and fumbled for the secondary weapon he had stashed in case he got into trouble, the dagger wasn’t his favorite weapon, but he had practiced with it before… yeah… this was good… give up what you’re really good at for that thing you practiced once… good plan. But Taishen made shooting difficult and he couldn’t just sit back. So, he rushed in, the single dagger drawn as the mare fell to the floor and sprung back up. He closed the distance in time to place himself between Taishen and the attempted wing bap, raising the dagger to intercept if he could, if not, he’s simply take the heavy pummeling of her wings.
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Post by SagaWolf on Jan 11, 2018 7:39:32 GMT -6
Daemyn
Guardian, Husband and Father
For a moment Daemyn's grip slipped on the dagger, but he wasn't a Weapon Master for no reason, and quickly adjusted his teke, losing only a few moments of his advance. He continued to press in on the armoured pegasus, well aware of the nasty spikes but knowing that close proximity would make it much harder for the pigeon to use his sword. Swords needed space to swing, slash and stab, while a dagger could move with practised ease.
Milo swung his sword at Kali and his taunting words were entirely lost on Daemyn as he saw crimson red on his mate's face and chest. For the briefest of seconds, his mind conjured up the death of Kalakara, showing them in a pool of their own blood and the pegasus beast flashing his sadistic grin. The realization was enough to suck the air out of him while Kali backed up, putting distance between themselves and the pegasus.
'Take prisoners', Daemyn thought to himself and scoffed with an exhale of air. He would not restrain himself, not any longer. As Kali gathered venom and spat, Daemyn pressed his attack, keeping out of the trajectory of the goop, while he swung his dagger to hack at a wing. His teke's grip was firm, and he put all of his strength into that attack. If Milo was going to use his wings as protection, then Daemyn would make sure he never flew again.
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