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Post by GingerBlues on Dec 10, 2017 17:52:23 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Talori / Serora Plot 501: War and Peace   Team Leader: Rycaron & EmbryssParticipants: Nagisa, Ciardha, Cassandra, Linnea, Syria, Midas, Pagan
Selora, Ellecyn, Jun, Please keep the following in mind!
- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!
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- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3
- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Talori Prompt: The cries of the reclamation fade away from the chamber as the battlefront is pushed further away. Either you have been freed from the cramped confines of Torrine or sailed home to see your native land, arriving what can't possibly have been just hours ago. This part of the palace was hard won but you have been assured by the posted Guardians that it is now safe to enter and to meet. They only look slightly conflicted about this confidence. Your Emperor has asked you to meet with the Seroran delegation--to temper the deal forged in this war to lasting steel. He trusts you to find the best way forward for your recovering country.
Serora Prompt: This alliance is a newborn, born on the eves of one war and designed to be tempered in the next. Your Sultan has asked you, their Peacemakers, and a Seroran Council members to design a lasting agreement with the Talorian Council. They trust you implicitly to pursue Seroran interests and gain protection for your homeland in the coming war. What will you discover in this sequestered room? A forever friendship between two countries? Or simply more secrets?
Location: Council Room (Emperor's Palace - Inaria, Mainland Aquore)
Time of Day: Mid Afternoon
Current Weather: Overcast, Light drizzle
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 13, 2017 23:39:30 GMT -6
 “Alya’s wings guide us
Alyas wind leads.
We thankyou mother Alya,
For the stars, skies and breeze.”
Embryss had travelled far and wide throughout Hiraeth, but she had never been on a ship before. At the break of dawn, she, Seroras peacemakers and Sage Rycaron boarded Emperor Hawkeyes ship for Inaria to meet with the remaining Talori council. After many days of travel, they arrived on Talorian shores. Everything almost immediately was different about this land. The air was thick with humidity and the rattle of crickets and birdsong carried on the heavy breeze. Seroran’s were no stranger to colour or its intensity, but the view before them was awash with brilliant blues and greens was unlike most had ever seen. Further along the coastline, Seroran trader ships were also landing on Talorian sands. Within them were Furies that would fly forward to stabilise the region.
The councillor sighed deeply and looked to her herd mates and family; Syria, Pagan and Midas and spoke softly a formality they knew they would not hear for awhile. “Wind beneath our wings”. She smiled and looked to Rycaron and Midas, they knew this land better than she, and likely the others, they would be their guide to the council room that had been secured back from the terrorists. Her glance shifted to Pagan and looked hopeful to her brother; after the events of the Schism, the two had been distant. Her heart ached for home and those she loved and cared about, but she was never one shy of adventure, Whatever happened now was all that mattered. Embryss looked to the jungles depths and took in the sensory overload of this strange land. Stars pulsed in her veins like quicksilver and her tattoo of Alya shone that much brighter. This was a test, a journey that Alya had set for her people, for that, Embryss was certain.
The group wandered through the jungle, led by Midas and Rycaron. It took several hours but they finally made it to a desolate Inaria. The furies were not far away – making sure to cover the travelling diplomats. The group was led into the council room under shroud and secrecy, to be greeted by a sight most Serorans would have never been able to witness. The council room was opulent in every way – swirling golds and teals embellished every corner and depicted various visions of cascade and other hippocampi – no doubt important to the herds history. Perhaps today, in this very room, further steps would be made to unite these two herds and discuss the threats that faced them?
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Post by GingerBlues on Dec 14, 2017 2:26:58 GMT -6
Rycaron Talorian SageTime seemed to be doing very funny things now that he was back home, the stallion thought to himself, weight shifting between his front legs. At first, it had seemed to take forever for the ship to cross the sea and finally land. Then...then time had both seemed to race by and stand still on more than one occasion. But he was back, within the walls of the palace, aqua gaze shifting from watching the guardians standing post against any assaults from their newly reclaimed piece of the palace, to the Seroran Councillor beside him.
Rycaron kept his head held high, features a perfect mask of calm, as they waited, only his occasional shifting giving lie to the anxiety bubbling inside. Curled between his dorsal fins and draped loosely about his neck, his feathered serpent also kept watch, alert to the tension in the air, ready to strike should any threat come her person’s way.
The Sage had been informed they were going to meet with some equines who had escaped from Torrine, and the hippocampus was eager to see if any would be familiar faces, currently safe from harm. He was also equally eager for the news they held, desiring to pick up every morsel he could on the current happenings. The guardians had only been able to fill him so much, for they had other, quite pressing, duties to attend to.
And in the back of his mind, where the whispers of just what the Serorans thought of his herd’s enemies, his gaze shifting once again to see what thoughts he could glean from body language.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 15, 2017 23:08:25 GMT -6
Syria
The sway of the boat and the smell of the saltwater seemed to clear her mind for a bit. While she felt a bit wrong in the sense of leaving her sand home behind, she was sent on a mission. A mission to help aid the Talorians, she too was diplomatic in a sense, but that was with Aodh, a country they were now at war with? Wasn't she best suited for staying back, to help preparing more? No, she couldn't doubt the Sultan not when she sided with them in the great debate of their lands. A deep sigh, she glanced at her comrades and smiled.
At least she was not alone, she thought. The land was so unlike anything she had seen. A tropical paradise, a world so different it was hard to believe it was hidden away like this. Perhaps that was their downfall. So tucked away how could any help them? Eyes looked at Embyrss and smiled greatly, a close comrade as she trained under the others father for this very position and they two seemed to go through very like situations it was not hard for their souls to find closure within the other. It felt good to mention their wind goddess, and to feel the wind once more here.
Syria prayed their goddess would be home when they returned. She sighed deeply at the words and nodded. "May Alya keep us safe and bless our work. For what we work will bring us closer." she spoke gently to her herd mates. Soon the group was off and Syria tried to remind herself to pay attention, but it was hard when such vast life was all around, vibrant green, the hues, the thickness of the air, although there was a faint drizzle it seemed to not bother the mare much. To the council room Syria had to keep her face schooled, but she could nearly vibrate in awe of what her eyes were taking in. A beauty of the lands, within the walls in a way it reminded her of Aodh and she felt the familiar pang in ehr chest. Still she remained schooled keeping a curious look to her, without looking like some awe struck filly.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 16, 2017 17:15:53 GMT -6
Pagan
Pagan had never once in his life been on a boat, nor had he ever wished to be on one. He had argued with his brother, asking again and again why he was to go; he knew nothing of them, was more familiar with those underground and that he had been one of the ones to outright stand against this treaty. It had taken many long nights, as well as some not so subtle threats from most if not all his family to go. So there he found himself, scowling on a boat for however long it took to get to Talori's shores. Another reason why Pagan despised the thought of sailing the sees was that he had wings, beautiful feathered wings that could take soaring into the air, over the land and to wherever he wished to be. But the journey to the Talori's heart was not a short one and being that he was the only one to sport Alya's gift, Pagan was forced to board the ship and endure the ride with his fellow Seroran's.
Pagan had endured the ride, keeping to himself and his companion Andromeda. The bright sun of the sea seemed all the brighter and in turn, most of his time was spent inside, reading and writing various letters with different levels of importance. In the end, Andromeda had left the ship, sealed letters tightly bound to her chest as well. Alone Pagan had finally decided to interact with the others. He knew the other peacemakers and talked little with them, sharing stories of the places that they had been and what was to be expected of them in Talori's home. Pagan was most interested in their ways of greetings and goodbyes, as those held great importance in Breim. He also spoke with his sister, though their conversations were terse and were needed rather than wanted. He did not hate her, no he felt great love her. But Pagan was one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, and he did little to hide his disdain for being on this trip.
None the less, Pagan had been eternally grateful when they had docked and made way for the Talori capital, Fuschia cloth draped around his head and neck, his fan waving lofty air in his face. He was, of course, used to the heat. Serora was nothing but heat. The air in the jungle was much worse; heavier and much wetter, making things all the worse. The sight of Inaria had been rewarding none the less, even with the city torn to shreds and most of its streets empty. The palace was stunning to say the least, and entering the grand council room Pagan could do little but be awed. To see Cascade represented and beautifully illustrated in so many different ways was an amazing sight to see. Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after all
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Post by moonlightwalk on Dec 17, 2017 16:01:47 GMT -6
Linnea | Talorian harbinger
Linnea was displeased. Or at least she was partially so. Finally her people had managed to escape from the tiranny of these flock members and already another threath came knocking on their door. Her old bones had followed those of note, ever devoted in staying on top of things, and her emperor had invited her to work for the future of their herd. Who she was speaking with however, she was less than pleased about, because it where Serorans not smudging the ground of the country they had bearily gained back. She wondered what Digend’s plan was, how forming an alliance with these barbaric people would unfold. Was it to test their strenght? Was it an opportunity to turn their ways? Linnea did not know. She’d observe with caution and excitement.
She observed the others in the room cooly, only Rycaron and Ciardha having received any kind of official greeting. She was relieved that of all of the council, the black hippocampus was the one present. He too had seen Serora’s horrors, so he could understand what they’d be dealing with. She trusted Nagisa as well, considering the mare one of class. The sage was wise and as she’d heard it, he had seen Sedo as well. She hoped they would find the best course for their country.
Disgust rose up in her as one of the Serorans spoke, speaking of Alya. It wasn’t addressed at them, but she didn’t like it. Digend stood above all and of all their children, Alya was a cursed one. An example not to follow. As was appriopriate, she spoke up as well. “May the wave mother bless us.” She looked at her fellow Talorians, showing faith. Faith was what had many alive, even if their faith was not perfection. Even if they did not yet know the greatness that was Digend.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Dec 17, 2017 16:23:28 GMT -6
Midas | Peacemaker
After what was a pleasant if not what restrained celebration, Midas needing to tone down any flirting and drinking as to not ruin good relations with any Talorians, they had been off to Talori herd again. The boat ride was more nerve wrecking than ever, Midas missing his home already. He was afraid of what was going to happen with them with Aodh marching out. He was was afraid of what he’d find in Talori herd. He was unsure how their deal would be settled. With combined forces they gained territory and Midas was glad he was not alone here, his fellow peacemakers ushered towards the palace as the fighting still continued. He had looked around hastily as they walked, trying to catch air of a certain black mare but without success. Midas just hoped she was safe.
Soon enough they were in the council room and the meeting was about to start. He stood huddled with his brethren. Syria spoke of Alya, Midas leaning close to whisper in her ear. Alya wasn’t much appreciated here. There was no need to repress their faith, but also no need to aggrevate their partners in this alliance unnecasarily either when the deal wasn’t even solified. Another Talorian had heard, calling upon Cascade’s blessings instead. He sighed internally. not much of a fan of these very uptight Talorian folk. He smiled politly, joining in. “Yes, may Cascade watch over these proceedings. May this alliance be made swift as the sea.”
He gave a nod, eyes turning towards Rycaron then his fellow Serorans. ”Are we ready to begin?” he questioned the Sage. He was highest of their rank in this room, thus no doubt making such decissions on the Talorians end.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2017 16:34:20 GMT -6
For once, Ciardha was grateful for his dark coat. While he usually cursed it under the sun’s bright, warming rays, he found it useful for days like today, when the bags under his eyes could pass as a black eye. He was tired, worn out, exhausted. Time spent in Torrine had turned his mind to a place he had never wanted it to go. Even his escape had not helped, but only made it worse with sleepless nights and restless dreams, speaking of change. He wanted it all to end, but maybe all he had to do was listen to the words of Digend. Then, maybe, he could rest.
His dark blue eyes travelled between each face currently in the room, a soft smile on his lips to hide his inner turmoil. He was glad to have Nagisa back. He was happy to have Linnea at his side, for she too knew the ways of the Serorans. In all, he was happy to have others beside him, as he had been the only councilor in the Wilds, and that had been stressful enough.
It was then that the Serorans entered, speaking good tidings from Alya. The councilor felt his mouth run sour at the thought of the air goddess, his brow knitting together. Had they not heard of the damage Alya’s precious children had caused? The lives they had taken and ruined? Visions of the dead Defender ran through his mind once more, causing the stallion to squeeze his eyes shut and push them away.
Linnea spoke up of good vibes from Cascade, followed by Midas, pulling Ciardha back to reality.
“Yes, welcome…” He spoke, his voice deep, but quiet. He turned his attention to Rycaron, dipping his head respectfully. Lets get this over with.
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Post by fynli on Dec 17, 2017 16:40:30 GMT -6
Cassandra was, for the first time in a horrible 6 months, actually looking upbeat. Finding out her father was alive and well was enough to lift her spirits out of the slump she’d been in after her sister’s death. She hadn’t gotten to have a full reunion with Hawkeye but there would be time after this meeting.
She didn’t know what she expected from this. Serorans were strange to her, as they were strange to the rest of her country. Yet, they didn’t look as ragged as she’d assumed horses living in the desert would appear to be. In fact, most of them were beautiful. She recognized Midas and dipped her head politely to him. The mare with dark coat and fiery mane caught her eye especially. Cassandra admired the intricate tattoos across her breast and throat, even if they did sport the Sky Goddess’ image.
Overhearing the comment Linnea made to the rest of the Talorians, obviously pointed at the Serorans’ show of faith, Cassandra frowned. She lifted her head, speaking quietly but clearly towards Linnea and the rest gathered.
“Grand Cleric Linnea, we’re hosts here and we should respect the faith of those whom traverse here, no matter how our faiths… disagree.” Cassandra finished with a nod towards the older mare, ignoring any look her party may give her and focusing on the Serorans. While she couldn’t argue she felt a certain degree of higher status among the foreigners, her curiosity overwhelmed that pompous attitude. She wanted to make a good impression if they were to form a steady alliance and if she wanted the opportunity to learn more about the country across the sea.
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Dec 18, 2017 17:11:20 GMT -6
♒︎♜ Nagisa Marinus ♜♒︎
The rhythmic sound of graceful hooves on tile could be heard from down the hall as Councilor Nagisa trotted briskly toward the Council room. Her familiar followed closely behind, but despite the feathered serpent's colossal body, it hardly made a noise. Both showed signs of disarray and minor injuries from time spent near the battle zone.
Nagisa's light coat shimmered from the sweat seeping up from her skin. Her state of appearance was not a look most would associate with the well put together mare, and usually she would not allow herself to be seen in such a way, but time was on the essence. She was already late.
"Fellow diplomats," Nagisa projected her voice to the party gathered as she found a spot beside the other Talorians. The creature who had been following stretched it's wings as it found a place to coil in the shadows. "I apologize for my tardiness." She looked around the room, analyzing the characters around her. "Have we all gathered?"
Despite her exhaustion and the pain she had suffered, Nagisa hadn't felt this alive in a long time. She was finally back were she belonged and the power that was forced to stay dormant within her under the Torrine Barrier was now bursting through her veins.
After months of suffocating, she could finally breathe again.
If only the feeling could last...
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Post by Dream-Lark on Dec 18, 2017 17:53:46 GMT -6
Rycaron | Talorian Sage
Aqua gaze flickered over the Serorans gathered, taking some amusement in watching their reactions to the Council Room. Truly, it was quite different from anything in their own land, but oh it felt splendid to be home. To feel the damp air once more soaking into his fins, it was more revitalizing than anything he'd ever known, and he knew he'd needed it badly. It buoyed his spirits, but not nearly as much as seeing the equines arriving in the great room one by one. He returned each greeting with a small dip of his head, lips curved in a small friendly smile, showing some of the relief he felt to see them here and mostly unharmed, if the worse for wear. He continued to scan those present, praying Eve or Corrine would come through the stone portals at any moment. He wasn't entirely sure who was going to be coming as they were freed and entered the small inlet of piece in the war tossed wings of the palace. The Sage watched the interactions about him, tipping his head slightly to the young princess (who most certainly was older than natural time would have allowed). "Well said, Princess," he commented softly, inwardly surprised by such mature words. He understood perfectly the Grand Cleric's reaction, but such a veiled barb would not due for the present meeting. Gaze flickered toward the door as Nagisa entered, and the hippocampus felt a pang of loss wash over him, at the reminder of who was not here. He wanted nothing more than to move to her, and speak with her, but now was definitely not the time. Later, later he would seek her out, to speak about his roan brother and her husband, to gather more information and grieve with someone who had known him deeply. He shuttered the emotions, tamping them down as he drew in a deep breath. "I believe we have all gathered, and with that, I shall get some introductions out of the way," Rycaron began, stepping forward and beginning with the Talorians present, before presenting the Seroran delegation that had arrived with him. "As you have heard, Emperor Hawkeye and I escaped the Solstice attack to Sedo, and while there we reached an agreement with the Sultan and his people. You know we arrived with a number of Seroran Furies and fighters, to help free everyone and fight the Flight. In return, we have promised aid in their war against Aodh and the War Forged. It is to us now to figure out the details and compromises needed to ensure a comfortable alliance for our two peoples," he announced, tone assured in his authority, and though he probably gave some unneeded info, but he wasn't sure how much his herdmates had been told on their way to the Council Room. With that being said, however, he stepped back a pace, turning his gaze onto Embryss, for he knew she was most likely burning with questions, and a case to present to the Talorians present. He also knew she was more sympathetic to their alliance, than Pagan who stood nearby. However, both minds were here, for sure to put pressure on them to sort out the best deal to be made for Serora. It always took a devil's advocate to sort out the other side. Post 2 | WC/556 |
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Post by Kytte on Dec 19, 2017 4:54:59 GMT -6
Embryss watched as Talorians emerged from the other side of the room – some with marvellous familiars behind them. Her own familiar, Zah'Kai shifted uneasily at the sight of the larger feathered serpent, his tines and wings shifting for a second. Embryss looked to the two councillors who seemed to be a bit irate at their mentions of Alya, a concept Embryss could never fully understand? To Serorans, Cascade was as much celebrated as Alya, was this not the case here? There was a younger mare who was very well spoken and evened out the council floor. Embryss smiled in her direction, she must have been Hawkeye's daughter, she looked similar and was reminded of him. Another entered the room, she called herself Nagisa and she carried herself very well.
Once Rycaron had finished speaking she smiled and looked back to her herd-mates and then to the Talorians. “Thank-you Sage Rycaron.” She dipped her head in respect. They may have had some differences, but both held a respect for one another. Perhaps an alliance was possible? “What Rycaron says is true. Our alliance with Aodh faltered and our weak relations with Onea have turned sour, much to our best peacemakers efforts” her gaze shifted to Syria in sympathy and respect. “We have a lot of intel on these forces, how they fight, both myself as a former ambassador to War-Forged and Syria to Aodh.” She paused. “But you yourselves also have been stricken with unrest and as per the treaty we are here to help you. I believe through this alliance we can pave a way forward to strengthen our relations together.” She looked around the room, trying her best to read the reactions before continuing.
“The mention of this alliance has indeed unsettled some of our own peoples, and I have no doubt it has unsettled some of your own as well? Let us gather here today and change this rhetoric. We as Serora have a lot to learn about Talori and your culture, and no doubt you of us as well.” She sighed and smiled “We have a word for our two gods, of air and water meeting, we call it monsoon, and it brings our peoples life-giving rain.” She hoped that this sentiment would not offend, it seemed the Talorians were very protective of their goddess, Cascade.
Embryss looked to her fellow-peacemakers and nodded before looking back to the Talorian councillors and cleric. “As we speak now, our furies are slowly reclaiming your home. We are with you. Are you with us? How can we, Serora, strengthen your trust?”
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Post by Kytte on Dec 19, 2017 4:58:24 GMT -6
“As we speak now, our furies are slowly reclaiming your home. We are with you. Are you with us? How can we, Serora, strengthen your trust?”
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 20, 2017 19:11:08 GMT -6
Pagan Rolling his eyes, Pagan looked from each Talori form as they all made their quips about goddess' and gods'. Who cared who believed in who, they were here to discuss their treaty, not whether if Alya and Cascade braided each others hair or went about destroying each other's toys. He had not been here for more than an hour and he was already done with this damned meeting. The only one that made him feel otherwise was the young princess, his brow rising as she spoke. He was both confused and impressed, the only one with any sense of how politics work in this room, he thought. His mouth almost turned in a smirk, almost. He eyed Rycaron for a moment before his gaze shifted to his sister who had begun speaking.
Pagan enjoyed the way she spoke, how she addressed the room and presented herself. There was a reason she was here and this was it. His mouth turned sour for but a moment when she mentioned her ties and Syria's to aodh and war-forged. Oh, and what am I? the pretty face in the corner of the room who knows about the one herd that doesn't want any wars? However, he pushed this aside. Pagan knew why he was here, why he stood alongside his sister. It certainly was evident that he wanted nothing to do with this, that he felt distrust towards the Talori and how cryptic they had been. He was here to point out the bad and have the others from his home make it better, to question what was hidden. The treaty was basically signed, but he might as well try and get it as straight as possible.
Looking to Embyrss, Pagan made his own voice heard "Yes, Our furies are here, fighting for your home and land. Fighting terrorists that we barely know anything off," he added, "But my sister is correct, what else do you require from us to fully realize this treaty." He wanted nothing to do with this, but he would not pull down his fellow seroran's to simply be petty.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2017 19:47:43 GMT -6
His attention shifted toward Cassandra as she spoke to Linnea, his brow narrowing ever so slightly. Now was not the time to squabble over religion. Adjusting his glasses upon his nose, he looked toward the Sags as he spoke up, going over all that had happened previously. Ciardha felt a little bit of resentment throb in his veins. While he and the others had suffered in Torrine, Hawkeye and company had been sipping tea with the Serorans. It was then that he noticed his bitter thoughts and turned his head away, taking in a breath. Now was not the time to get emotional, and he was sure it was not all easy sailing for them either. He was just..
Letting out a sigh, his long ears pricked forward as one of the other Serorans spoke up. He found her words to be encouraging and well thought out, but it was the words of the stallion - her brother - standing beside her that seemed to come across as slightly more aggressive rather than helpful. Pressing his lips together, he allowed for it to grow momentarily silent.
And then he spoke.
"I struggle to find myself able to completely trust you." He finally spoke up bluntly. Now was not the time to beat around the bush. Ciardha never considered himself a very trusting man, but now he felt as though there was no one he could completely trust. "While yes, you are here aiding in our battle, there is nothing stopping you from taking advantage of us while we are weak." He grimaced at the thought. Weak. "I will be honest, i am not fond of the Emperor opening our borders to outsiders, but there is nothing we can do about it now." Adjusting his glasses again in habit, he leaned forward ever so slightly to peer at the mare with the shimmering tattoo. "Im considerably more curious to hear what you think you have to offer."
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Post by Kytte on Dec 21, 2017 16:33:25 GMT -6
Embryss glanced about the room and smiled as her brother began to speak. Despite their ideologies clashing at times, she held a great love for him. She smiled and thought to herself. “If Briem hasn’t gone to war yet then Alya knows hes doing a better job than the rest of us..” It did not take long for the Talorians to begin chattering again, there was one in particular who never introduced himself, but whom Rycaron had mentioned to her on the trip over, Ciardha. Rycaron had spoken of his work history and persona, but what Embryss had seen before her was nothing like she had imagined. The way he spoke lacked the foresight a councillor needed, Embryss understood it was hard for them, but how he spoke was childish.
Embryss stepped forward, addressing the councillor directly. “Councillor Ciardha, you must understand. When Hawkeye approached us, we knew nothing about Talorians, even now we know so little about you. Your secrecy drove a wedge through the heart of our people, shunning us for going to war for a people we continue to know NOTHING about.” Her words were quick and terse, but she remained composed. “Yet, here we are. With War Forged and Aodh united against us and Briem respectfully remaining distant of wars its not concerned with, to have the audacity to accuse us of being advantageous is unwarranted. We are here because we need help and so do you. I see no other nations here to help you.” She paused and breathed deep. Embryss was always one to incite Alyas Rage and her brothers knew that best.
“Serora is a peaceful people. We care little for war and it is from that neutrality that angered Aodh. We are not here to claim blood or land or titles, if you knew anything about our peoples you would know we care so little for it. Whoever has wronged your kingdom in the past, please try to look past it, councillor.” She assessed the room once more before closing her statement. “What we have to offer is help and a chance for our nations to grow together on the world stage. Failing that, we are here to help you in your time of need and you for us in the months to come. I see a future where we can work together, you are one of our closest geographical neighbours. Despite our efforts to remain out of conflict, and your borders in secrecy, both of our desires are shattered right now. Seems the tides of change are here? Stubbornness will not help either of us this day.”
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 21, 2017 16:54:27 GMT -6
Syria
Ahh the council and the meetings, it seemed all herds where quite alike in this aspect. Many gathered with different views and points, perhaps a reason why Baram had sent those that worked with other herds to bring in different views and thoughts. While the others spoke, she keened in on them. Watching their reactions, reading their emotions and feeling the pulsing of her own blessing wishing to seep through to ease the group and the tension that was surely to arise.
One of the Talorians spoke and Syria remained schooled in her features, a simple nod, to show she was paying attention. Listening to each word that drips from his lips. Syria took in each word like a wine and savored it all. How one talked with strangers spoke a lot about themselves she had learned over the years. Eyes glanced to her own comrades reading them a bit wondering what was going on within her minds.
Embyrss moved in for the strike, speaking with fluidity like that of a stream, gentle but after time easy to mold. She was strong with her words and opinions and she spoke nothing but of the truth. This treaty had divided their herd, their family. Not all was on the same page, but a deal as been struck and they were here to try lasting agreement something that could better both the herds. At the moment she mused none of them would give more then they could. Each one at the breaking point, fighting dearly for some sort of control in the chaos that they had all be dumped into. While Syria could speak and add into the conversation, she knew it was tactless to speak right after her, This was like a debate and the other side must have a chance to say their words and not be drowned out.
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Dec 21, 2017 23:57:09 GMT -6
♒︎♜ Nagisa Marinus ♜♒︎
Nagisa’s neck tensed when she listened to the unrefined and standoffish words of her fellow Talorian Councilor, Ciardha.
The Grulla mare sent a meaningful look to her dark coated counterpart. ‘Calm yourself, be smart, play nice.’ It was a message she gave her young son, Thadeus, quite often. She was disapointed that she was now having to give it to a grown stallion, and one who happened to be a well seasoned politician, nonetheless.
However, despite Nagisa’s disapointment, she understood. It was in her nature too to mistrust, but these were extraordinary circumstances and the Serorans had already crossed many rough waters to help them. That much was made clear when the sand mare, Embryss, retorted Ciardha’s remarks with a lengthy speech.
Nagisa studdied the tattooed mare as she spoke. She listened intently to her tone to gouge how much offense had been taken and payed special attention to soak in her insight to the seroran point of view. When Embryss was finished, Nagisa took a deep breath. Now it was time to for them to hear their side.
“Councilor Nagisa.” She stepped foward and bowed her head as a way of introducing herself after realizing she had failed to do so when she first entered the room.
“You must excuse us for our guardedness. I am sure Councilor Ciardha meant no offense to you or your people.” She spoke for him, in a tone that told him she was picking up his mess. “We are at a very tumultuos time in our history and unlike the Sage, Ciardha, myself, and my other fellow Talorians were only recently made aware of this agreement between our nations. Like you say of your people, and of Breim, the Talori also do not care for war. Our way of insuring peace between ourselves and the world has been secrecy. It is our way and has been since the God’s War.”
Nagisa cleared her throat as she came to more present matters.
“But secrecy did not protect us from ourselves. I’m ashamed to say that many of the equine our forces are fighting against were once Talori. Now they’re little more than violent terrorists who betrayed the trust of the country and Goddess who loved them. The wound inflicted upon us is fresh and still needs time to heal.”
She took a moment to swallow and clear her voice of the emotions that came with speaking of the war outside the palace walls.
“Serora has blindly put an enormous amount of faith in in the Talori. I’m not sure whether to thank the Sage’s smooth tongue or the Emperor’s, or perhaps the nature of your people, but I, for one, am eternally grateful. You all have contributed emensly to reestablishing stability to Aquore. We are in your debt, and so I believe the real question that needs to be answered today is, ‘How do you expect of us to return the favor?’” |
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Post by PennthePony on Dec 23, 2017 11:52:51 GMT -6
S E L O R A
Talorian Craftswoman
"When the world gives you hell,
give it hell right back."
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“I must respectfully object.”
The voice carried through the stone corridor, its intensity reverberating off of the walls, making the source difficult to pinpoint. There was an agonizing silence for what felt like an eternity as the breaths of many caught in their throats, ears and eyes alike searching for the source of the voice.
From the shadows emerged a small roan mare, lilac eyes ablaze with severity, yet her face rather level, showing a distinct neutrality to her words. Her steps on the stone beneath her were steady and deliberately placed - and as she slithered out of the shadows, one could see why. A winged child, still so tender and young, clung fast to her curly tail, hiding her face within the unstyled cascade. The spotted mare’s eyes slitted as she looked around, stopping near to the window, the blue light reflecting and rippling on both her and her daughter’s coats. They looked as though the oceans danced upon their furs.
“Aquorians and Sedoans alike, I come before you today in humility to state the truth of the situation presented before us. Many of you have heard information that has been misrepresented by the Aquorians, and I am here to dissipate any and all of the lies you have been told by their politicians. I am here as one who seeks the best possible future for my family and my people alike, like many of you.”
Her head swiveled to look directly at the Serorans, her eyes seeming to glow suddenly with a hearty reverence. Wave Mother, be with me. A silent prayer was all too necessary in this moment - although Selora lacked fear in this situation, she could only guess how reactions would go, and with her child in tow, she prayed no drastic action would be taken.
“There have been many things the Talori have strategically hidden from you, to gain your trust and bring you to these lands; they have told you that the Flight’s intentions are only that of evil - that they have murdered innocent men, women and children simply to shed blood unnecessarily - that they are nothing more than terrorists. I am here to shed light on what they have chosen so delicately to keep from your ears.”
Once again, her head swiveled back to look at the Talorians, a sorrowful twinkle in her eye as she caught sight of Councillor Nagisa Marinus. Although she and the Councillor had a rather odd relationship, they still formerly shared a friendship built on a mutual love for politics and a deep respect for the Wave Mother. Selora had hoped and prayed she could salvage that friendship, but all actions must come with a price, and sacrifices must be made.
“I must commend you all for somehow tricking them thus far, it shall have taken wonderful feats to get them to trust you. I’m sure many sacrifices must have been made, many lives indeed have been lost. But I assure you, whatever you may have previously thought of me, that I am here only to bring justice where it is rightfully true.
That being said, light must be shed on the transgressions of the accused to allow for the truth to be set free. The waves have crashed upon these shores for too long to not have eroded away at your uncanny ability to lie.”
Selora looked to Embryss, to Pagan, and the other Serorans who watched her, some with intentness and others with a hardened heart. The truth shall set you free of your bonds.
“There was an attack on Inaria by a group of radicals, yes. The Flock, as you must know. But what you do not know is the truth on why. What these loyalists wish for you to never know is that they have been sacrificing Pegasi since the intermingling of species after the God’s War, treating our feathered counterparts no better than SLAVES or common thieves. Thousands of Men, women, and children have been slaughtered for what they believe will appease the Goddess Cascade. THOUSANDS! I myself have seen firsthand this hateful, barbaric tradition, where the chosen is brought before thousands who are more or less forced to watch the act, their wings brutally removed before being pushed off of a cliff to their death in the shallow depths of the rock infested ocean. The Wave Mother has blessed me with visions of what is to come - the bloodshed on every side of this coming war, death shall come to those who remain loyal to tradition. Today I come before you and call for JUSTICE!”
She raised her scarred foreleg, bringing down her hoof hard onto the stone with desperation, her head whipping around to scan over the faces that watched her closely. She opened her dark lips once more, bringing in a sharp breath. Now only to allow for her words to penetrate the hearts of the necessary.
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Dec 23, 2017 11:56:41 GMT -6
E L L E C Y N
Tenderfoot | Talori
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Everything was strange in their new location, with equines of all shapes and sizes walking into a large room as her and her dear mother stayed behind a pillar, hidden away from the group in a large marble hallway, accented with gold and blue. It was a beautiful palace, though that was none of her concern right then. Her ears pinned to her head when she watched all these intricately fashioned equines; pegasi, hippocampi, and common horses alike. She was scared, terrified even of each unknown variable that played into these few moments. Where were they going? What were they doing?
The young foal hid her head underneath her mother’s tail, clutching her wings so tightly against her body. She wanted to ask so many questions, but now didn’t seem like the time. Selora was oddly silent as they waited for something, some sort of queue. Her heart thumped with anticipation, with her shaking slightly in place. There were voices in the larger room, sounding louder as they continued in conversation. It seemed tense, but she didn’t know what to make of it.
Soon enough, after a pause in conversation, her spotted mother took steps forward, heading into plain sight of the rest of the group. Ellecyn quickly followed behind, pressing her head against her mother’s leg. Her hooves tapped ever so lightly against the hard floor as they moved forward, walking into the light. Her mother spoke with such power in her voice, meant to stun and possibly strike anyone who listened. This only rose more questions. All the information she was hearing was jarring as her mother rose her voice, allowing it to echo against the tall ceilings. She was so passionate about things, so driven for the others to listen. The small child merely stuck beside her mother, looking at the other horses with a sort of innocent yet healthy fear of the strangers. Every now and then she glanced back at her mother, wanting to reassure herself that she was safe there with her mother.
With one last blow to Selora’s speech, her Pegasus child flinched at the stamp of her hoof. It almost made the poor foal jump with how strong her mom was, but there was a hidden appreciation beneath it all. Mommy was making a change, even though Ellecyn wasn’t exactly sure what she was changing.
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JUN
Jun had waited for this. Waited for the perfect moment. She had approached Selora, her wing bloody from the base and hanging a bit awkwardly from her side. As Selora spoke, she waited for her to step into the room, and at the talk of the Flight Jun, too, stepped into view. Her steps were careful, and her whole being seemed to beg for forgiveness for bothering.
But it was important, she trusted they would understand.
Her left wing’s flight feathers dragged against the floor and she stopped, head low near Selora, but slightly more towards the center. She made sure not to block anyone from seeing either of them. Her eyes were sad, pleading, and tears had left clear tracks to her slightly dusty coat. The marks were soon replaced by real tears, the sadness pooling seemingly from deep inside her in quiet sobs. Loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to drown out Selora’s words.
“You have to believe her. We aren’t doing this for the sake of violence. We’re doing this for the pegasi”, she said, her voice trembling with tears, looking at the Serorans gathered. She nodded towards her wing, wordlessly pointing out that it was like the Talorians had tried to rip it off in the midst of fighting.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 23, 2017 22:25:32 GMT -6
Pagan Pagan's eyes had flicked subtly to each person as they spoke, gauging their tones and the way they held themselves. He looked cooly at his sister as she spoke, nodding ever so slightly and turning to watch everyone's reactions once more. He had always been good at reading a room, the tone or however you wanted to put it. Today he was on edge though, his ears twitching nervously and his weight shifting ever so slightly. He knew it wouldn't look good but he couldn't help it. The anxiety and frustration of having to come here was clashing with that of having to actually talk and sort this treaty out.
Pagan had open his mouth and stepped forward to interject after Councillor Nagisa had finished, his words first directed to her and then hopefully the others. But they had died on his tongue before he had even begun, the mare from the shadows loudly stating herself as well as her business. His golden eyes flashed to the child on her side, one of the few Talori to be a pegasus. He eyed them for but a moment before his eyes snapped back to the mare as she spoke, her words addressing the room. He could feel the clash of confidence and nervousness in her, but could also see the determination. Slowly, her words began to sink in and as they did so, a deep well began to form in Pagan's stomach, causing him to intake a breath rather harshly before he could stop himself. He shifted nervously again, eyes glancing to Embryss' before they snapped back to the mare's, just in time for them to meet.
Visibly uncomfortable now, Pagan tried to contain himself, raising his head and taking a step back. But her words kept hitting, that pit getting bigger and somewhere in the back of Pagan's head he could hear someone say Told you so. Of course, he could never truly had known what the Talori were doing. He mistrusted them, did not like how vague they were but had never thought of anything like this!
The crack of her hoof was enough to bring Pagan back to this world, suddenly hyper-aware of the extra limbs that joined at his spine, at the feathers that ran down his check and the muscles that lay hidden in his shoulders. He was also suddenly aware that he was among the only two feathers equines in the room, including the young child that clung to her side. The only other feathered beings were snakes, twisted around their masters. Pagan was also aware that he had begun to breath harder, his ears folded back entirely now. His eyes snapped to various council members, to Cassandra and Syria and finally to his sister's. For a moment he remembered home, of his brothers and sister and donny and how they would race and enjoy each others embrace. They did not all have wings but that made no difference. They raced none the less.
Pagan did not realize that his wings had unfolded, the brown and white tipped feathers all too loud in the room. Mouth agape, Pagan suddenly turned and rushed from the room, slamming the doors open.
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Post by Kytte on Dec 25, 2017 5:33:56 GMT -6
The weight of the worlds collapsed on her ears at once – a blast radius that had stilted the room, a ringing that deafened even her own racing heartbeat. Some thought council-work was high society, royalty. But in truth, it was a thankless, gritty job. Three had entered into the room, one Embryss had learnt to be called Selora, a winged child and an injured winged mare. They killed Pegusai. She could feel her face run white and her heart sank as her own brother panicked and fled from the room. Her heart shattered into grains of sand and spilled onto the floor; all the tales of promise and terrorists, and now, Serora, a predominantly Pegusai nation was here to help them. Embryss mind drifted back to her family, winged or not, what would they think of her. What would Baram think of her? Embryss, in that moment, never felt more like a disgrace.
She struggled to form words as the dust settled, her mouth parched and blankly staring at the Talorian councillors ahead. Hawkeye deceived them. Deceived a whole nation. Not only were they being attacked by two herds, they had now gone to bed with their murderer. The conversations from Selora and the winged mare faded in and out of her mind, plucking only the most severe words from them. Embryss shuddered and blood ran cold. Yet still, this had to work somehow. She had so many questions, staring blankly at Midas. How had he not known? Her eyes looked desperately to Rycarons, what were they to do. No doubt at this very moment, Pagan had reached Baram and told him. Embryss stared to Nagisa, numb.
It was a thankless job. Of that she was always sure. She stared at the council, and uttered the words to them. “Councillors……Is. This. True?” She wanted to scream, she wanted to yell and tell them to damn themselves. But this was not who she was and this was not what she was tasked to do. Embryss, above all odds took a deep breath, a copper clang of her hooves rang in the murderers chambers and she bowed her head, speaking down at first “How do we expect….you to return the favour?” She looked up to them, a piercing gaze not with rage, but with professionality. “Right now, Ambassadors flee these chambers Councillors, no doubt speaking of what Selora has just informed us. War-Forged and Aodh march on us because we rejected their bid for a child of Serora, one they called a slave.” She paused. “But if what Selora has said is true.... You have blood on your fins and running through the oceans….for….generations. I would not be surprised if the two turn their march on to you Councillors. They are closer to your borders than ours at this moment” She never withdrew her gaze “And not even we can protect your people from that.”
She paused, and took a deep breath. “I cannot ask you to change your traditions for….whatever reason they may be. But know this, some traditions can be broken and change, change can be a new tide. What I want? What we want? I think you know what we want, Councillors. This murdering of Alya's children…for…….whatever reason………..this has to stop.
Or I am not sure this alliance, nor your herds survival can prosper.”
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Post by moonlightwalk on Dec 25, 2017 15:40:01 GMT -6
Linnea
Grand cleric | Cis female
Linnea's eyes turned stormy at Cassandra's remark. The insolence. Her given years had clearly not made her smarter. This is what you got by choosing for unatural means of ageing. A child ruined, a child that had been blessed before by Cascade no less. Returned, but failing Digend's test. Linnea gave her a tight smile. "Child, I'm sure our guests would not want to be less than gracious and call the ire of our goddess upon our heads, would they?" she asked pleasantly. "This is after all Talorian ground in which Talorian tradition is upheld. I did no less when I was guest on Seroran ground." And she had hated every minute of it, or so she liked to tell herself these days.
She felt insulted one of the Seroran peacemakers tried to share her faith in Alya once again. Like she was weak enough to cave for such efforts. She even offered for them to learn more. Linnea felt her proverbial hackles raise. Less. Her people did not need such temptation... or did they? Would this alliance bring out those who would be strong enough in the face off such impurity? "Perhaps there are things you can learn from our traditions," she tentivally answered. Perhaps they could save those of worth out of that wretched herd.
The discussion continued and the key question was posed. What were Serora's intentions? What did they want out of this alliance? Before it could be cleared up however, another voice interrupted their conversation. Linnea looked around, trying to find to unwanted source as most of them did. She hissed as a mare moved from the shadows, small child in tow. "Traitor." The brand left no mistake.
Words came quicker than Linnea's older mind could adjust, but the longer the mare spoke, the more her blood boiled. "How dare you," she said, words loud but steady, even though her body trembled in rage, "You, a traitor to your people, walk in here and declare this nonsense? I will not stand for it. You are murderers, seeking for an excuse. You dare compare a sacred tradition with the blood you shed?"
Her head whipped towards the Serorans, one already having spun and ran from the room. Weak, a weak pegasus. What had they expected, putting such horse in an important position. Pegasi needed guidance. "You must be clever enough not to take the word of terrorists?"
She wobbled, needing to sit down for a moment -or at least pretending to-. They must see what these blatant lies did to an old mare's heart. "I don't think I feel well. These lies... I don't feel safe. A guardian, please, someone get a guardian, before these horses hurt us."
She waved her teke at Cassandra. "Dear, tell them how Cascade blessed you. You are the living proof of our tradition."
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Post by moonlightwalk on Dec 25, 2017 16:10:01 GMT -6
Midas
Peacemaker | Cis male
Midas followed the conversation closely, waiting for his turn to speak. Embryss seemed to be on fire however and her words kept coming. He switched to monitoring the others’ reactions more closely, giving non-verbal cues to encourage those who spoke in their favor. A small nod towards the youngest one present, grateful for her words. A polite smile towards Rycaron. A small shift in stance as the councilor Nagisa spoke, apologizing for the other coucilors words of distrust. It seemed there were two they needed to get on their side. Though at least Ciardha seemed willing to listen. He smiled encouragingly at Pagan and Syria, trying to let them know not the be intimidated by Talorian’s distrust. They were a secretive herd.
Then a new voice made itself known, one Midas recognized too well. He had last heard it on Seroran shores as its owner slipped away into the night. He had not expected to see her again. “Selora?”
She spoke and he gaped, not sure what to believe. He frowned, bewildered. “What are you speaking off?” he questioned? He took a step back as another horse he didn’t know made themselves known as well. Pagan turned and removed himself from the room and Embryss looked at him. “I do not know of such thing,” he stated, frowning deeply. Selora had been Seroran and he had trusted her, enough to let her slip away with her child. But she had also risked their herd’s relations before. He had livid when he had seen she had been branded, but he did not know the details of the story. Would she lie? He knew Talorians didn’t like pegasi too much. There was something off in how they treated them. As if they were of lesser class. He had never seen any horse enslaved though, nobody murdered. Only the flock’s murderous actions, blood, smoke and rubble everywhere, as he had ran and made his wild escape towards the boat.
He told those around him as much.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Dec 26, 2017 12:12:26 GMT -6
Rycaron | Talori Sage
The Sage was silently agreeing with the others as they spoke, head actually dipping slightly into a nod when Nagisa proffered her words. Lips had just parted to speak, when another voice resonated through the great chamber. A voice he recognized, and one that caused his heart to sink. It was one that heralded trouble. The roan figure stepped from the shadows, lies dripping from her lips in a silver river, one after the other. Aqua eyes became flints of ice for the briefest of moments, though nothing else was allowed to break through his diplomat's mask of neutrality. Oh, Wave Mother, what he would give at this moment to see Selora turned over to a crew of rogues bound for Eithne, her memory wiped of anything that could be used against the Talori. It had been altered when they'd been on the ship heading to Sedo, and yet here she had turned up again, apparently having been in contact with someone who could fill in the missing blanks. And considering the words she was spouting like an evil fountain it had to be the Flight. Gaze shifted from the mare and the winged child clinging to her (barely giving the small one any attention at all) to the guardians near the doors. And just how had these three gained access to this meeting? He saw the guardians in question shifting nervously when they felt the weight of the Sage's gaze on them, and the stallion made sure to memorize their faces. They could be sure that Th--Gavin would be hearing about this. But silencing the mare right now would surely do more harm than good, lending credence to her hateful words. He blinked, momentarily distracted though brought back to the matters at hood sharply, by the ringing of Selora's hoof against the stone beneath them. Rycaron was about to offer a scathing retort to this blasted traitor when the snap of wings silenced him, gaze turning to see Pagan appearing to have a panic attack as he raced from the room. He stared at the fleeing coward, as the doors banged closed, shaking his head. He hadn't been very fond of the flightly stallion before, and this only further degraded his opinion. The couldn't even wait to hear anyone out, he simply took the mare's words at face value and ran off to no doubt tell Baram. Pagan had never wanted the alliance in the first place, and this was only driving that wedge further. Embryss appeared to be struggling with the revelations (such as they were painted), but at least she was staying, attempting to sort through things and speak with them. She was being professional, for which he was thankful, but her logic was flawed. The Sage remained silent as Linnea and Midas spoke, feeling a sense of pity for the Peacemaker. He would be mightily confused as to why he couldn't remember anything, and Rycaron briefly considered restoring his memories. It felt as if the weight of the palace were settling upon his back, where truly on Raka lay curled up, hissing gently at the tension she sensed in her equine. He could feel the tension headache building within his skull, the muscles along his neck and shoulders tensing horribly. Oh, he would love to hide away for a month at Starfall with Corrine and be done with all this nonsense. But he couldn't. He must fulfill his Duty. And at this moment, while he thought Midas might be able to help with the current chaos, he wasn't sure if the revealing of another herd secret was worth it. Perhaps it would be necessary to convince Embryss later...if needed. "You call the Flight loyalists, instead of terrorists, Selora. They have bombed a city during a religious festival, harming and killing innocent civilians, in an effort to further their views and spread terror. I do believe that fits the definition of 'terrorist' very neatly. Grand Cleric Linnea has the right of this. This mare is a traitor to both our peoples, and no doubt she will turn a third time on the Flight if she sees it to her benefit," Rycaron announced, looking down his nose at the roan. "She slanders our sacred traditions. None have been murdered, they are chosen by the Wave Mother and go willingly to the waters they were born from, exchanging wings for fins in their next lives. It is a day of feasting and celebration for all. Our Princess can indeed shed more light on this for you. And pegasi are not slaves here." Voice was firm, though quiet, as he glanced toward Cassandra, agreeing with Linnea on this point. He had no need to raise it. The secrets were being spilled, and though it made him wince internally for his entire job was to keep the herd secret and safe, they had no choice but to explain themselves at this moment. Else only Selora's side would be told and retold, and their ally may well turn on them. "However, Councillor Embryss, I do not think we need worry about either the War Forged or Aodh turning against us. We have not wronged them in any way. I do not see a group as hard as the Forged and as far away worrying about what we do, and I do not think that a herd who practices slavery and pits said slaves against each other in fights for entertainment would worry about our faith either. In addition to that, they must needs come from the sea, for we do not have easy borders to cross." The Sage tilted his head as he regarded Embryss, studying her, but with a kind eye this time. His statements were not meant to outright intimidate the Serorans--though it was true this was a very definite effort of manipulation on his part. "These are Cascade's children, not Alya's. Cascade has given no visions to those of us with clairvoyance that she has any disapproval for our practices. Our gifts are still strong, as is her will," the last might have been quite the hard and underhanded blow, for he knew Alya had disappeared from the Seroran's lives and her presence had yet to return. But he refused to see anything wrong with what the gentle, caring Wave Mother had given to them. Post 3 | WC//1065 |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 26, 2017 12:49:12 GMT -6
 SyriaSyria remained silent as another began to speak. Nagisa spoke with something Syria had only dreamed of. A compelling nature, words chosen carefully as one would choice their items to place upon their form. Syria seemed compelled to give her full attention to her, instead of carefully eyeing others watching their body behavior seeking out their feelings. Yet as Nagisa finished someone boldly interrupted the room. Syria watched as the mare stepped forwards with a few others and Syria held her emotions back, remained with a blank slate of a face as she eyed the three.
Yet the words that spewed from Selora's mouth made the brows of Syria ever so lightly incline downwards. Syria was ever watchful of others motives, something Aodh had taught her well in the games of court and power play. She was no fool of what all this held. Yet as the words flowed from her mouth as soon as it ended it seemed Pagan had been greatly effected by the news, the words. Yet he was quick to leave as well, and Syria could only sigh with slight annoyance. Their hope of alliance growing weaker by the second.
Still the others jumped in and Syria internally groaned. this was not going well. The underhand backlash was childish to say the least. Odd how something come forwards could make even the most notable figure seemed to crumble to some childish tact. No this needed to end. Syria looked to Embryss as nodded faintly. "We did not come her to bicker over traditions that have been held into place well before any of us. Nor have either of you been welcomed into this meeting." she remarked looking to Selora, her child and Jun. "We come here to build an alliance between us. Who are we to judge from one over the other. We may not agree with all of your ways nor you all agree with our ways. But there comes a time we must push past difference and views and try to find a common ground. That being. We both lack an alliance, something I can say we both have found troubling in our times of need." she glanced to them as she spook calmly. "Despite the words of Selora and the others. We had made an agreement, a deal to help your nation. We will not go back on our word and we hope even though there are a few bumps in the future of an alliance, perhaps these bumps can build something that can be lasting between us." she remarked.
Syria did not care for their traditions. For Aodh had kept slaves, burned horses alive for their crimes. Did that stop the Serorians for hoping to build some good terms between them or any other of the great nations? No it didn't. So why would it stop now? Personal feelings had to be forgotten to help better each other. There was a war before them and now was not the time to get nitpicking and squander like babes that did not get their war. War and death was all around them.
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Post by Queerly on Dec 27, 2017 2:10:10 GMT -6
YESHUA Yeshua could remember the first time he'd laid at a Mullah's feet. She had been ancient, wizened by desert sun and wind, and in her voice there was an even older brand of wisdom. She had woven the story of the Sky Mother's magnificent victory over the kirins, and Yeshua - only a child of eight - had listened, his body trembling. He had possessed a greater imagination back then and painted a world with her words. In his mind's eye he had seen it: the fear, the brutality, the great horrors of war and tragedy. It was the moment he had realized that equines were capable of evils greater than taking the last sugar plum, or lying to their mother. The audacity had made him feel ill. The dread had stuck with him for weeks.
As he made his way to his sultan, trapped in this foreign land with allies he bore little love but plenty suspicion, Yeshua felt the familiar dread creep into his chest. There was an answer on the tip of his tongue, one that he knew would be hard to swallow when inevitably identified. Not for the first time, he heaved a silent curse towards his lost brother-in-law. The worry and fondness he'd once kept had hardened into something not unlike hatred, and it grew with every passing hour, quickened by the glaze on his twin brother's face.
Pagan's sudden departure from the chamber captured his attention like a crack of thunder. Yeshua halted, opening his mouth to speak, but his sibling never slowed his pace. Indeed, Yeshua wasn't certain that Pagan saw him at all. He watched, bewildered as the palomino fled in the direction Yeshua himself had intended to take, and knew without pursuit that it was the Sultan he headed for. The dread in his chest bloomed.
More than anything, the look on Pagan's face had struck him.
Yeshua set a hoof upon the ground, and then decisively he turned into the chamber from which Pagan had fled. His gaze found his sister and Syria first, and then slid, like a natural progression, to the Talorians. There was a palpable tension here. Yeshua felt his heart squeeze, premature anger boiling in his throat.
He had only caught the very end of his friend's words, but his eyes were on Rycaron. He recognized the man. "Bumps. What bumps are you speaking of, Syria?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 13:32:04 GMT -6
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Jun waited for the responses, back and forth. It wasn't the first time she had been in the middle of a heated argument, a fate changing one none the less. She felt a tinge of irritation she tried her best to suppress. How could the Serorans still talk of alliance?
As the new face entered the room, Jun made her choice. She stepped closer to Selora and Ellecyn, and very gently pulled the foal with her teke to her side, and then closer to the Serorans. She hushed for Ellecyn under her breath gently - everything was going to be alright.
Jun stopped them near Yeshua, but leaving still room in between. She held her head low, and her healthy wing hovered protectively over the child, but making sure the child could still be clearly seen.
"You have to help us. Once you are gone, they are going to kill us all. They have already killed a child, not very much older than this. Cut off the wings and thrown into the ocean", her eyes were locked to Yeshua at first, but then her gaze sweeped across the room as more tears fell to her cheeks.
"They would tell you it's that one", she nodded towards Cassandra, "Reborn into a higher existence. Something worth dying for. Something worth killing a child for."
Her gaze snapped towards Embryss: "Do you know what they think of your god? That Alya's wings are a taint. It's better to die than be a pegasus. Some pegasi here even mutilate their own wings in order to be better accepted."
"Has the Flight done radical things? Yes. But we were so angry. So desperate. We're all alone here. No one was going to help us, but us", she continued, giving Yeshua a pleading look once more.
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Post by Kytte on Dec 28, 2017 3:46:16 GMT -6
This was not going well at all. The conversation seemed to round in circles and he-say-they-say-she-says. The older mare seemed to scold the youthful princess, and Embryss looked to her expectantly for her rebuttal, and more importantly, what the old mare meant about the tradition. Every word about this tradition was steeped in secrecy and any attempt to understand it was patched up frantically with shrouded smiles and curveballs. Embryss was no fool – she saw the smiles Rycaron had passed her; her time as a mediator and councillor were perfect instruments to deconstruct the lies. Embryss looked to Syria as she tried to smooth over the outburst – she respected her keenness to drive forward with the deal, but half botched attempts at diplomacy would not work here, and Embryss had learnt that lesson far too late.
Yeshua arrived. She dipped her head with respect although both their faces were riddled with stress and pain. Rycaron’s words stayed with her for a moment as she rested on them. He placed his faith in the clairvoyance blessing and dared interpret the grand design and what meant of their goddesses. This situation needed direction. She looked to Rycaron plainly and address the Sage first. “You speak of your peoples and Clairvoyance. How Cascade grants no visions of her shedding a tear for this alleged Pegusai blood spilt?” She scoffed a moment. “Sage Rycaron, I mean no offence and far be it from me to question your relationship with your goddess, but would not a Divines word be more akin to the Sea Goddess herself?” She paused and turned her stance to the rest of the group “You saw what happened in our homelands. You saw the sandstorms. The cries of our peoples whose blessings had waned and prayers unanswered. It seemed to happen the moment we struck a deal? Does that mean we should ignore this alliance because our goddess left us? After all, it seemed to be right when we chose to help you” She smirked and addressed the crowd again. “We are diplomats and politicians. We are here to sort out the mortal affairs of our peoples, something divine beings have had no concern of since the gods war.” She sighed. This was shit. Mortals were shit. All of this nitty gritty was shit.
She looked to Jun and Selora. She was not happy that they arrived and her angered gaze showed that. Syria was right, they were uninvited. But this was the hand that was dealt. “Terrorists and extremists are the tide for change. Horses do not go out and murder their own home and destroy their families for fun, councillors. They do it because the scales have been tipped unfairly. They do it so their voice is heard” She looked to the council “So I ask again, councillors, is what they say true?” She sighed, and Zah’Kai shuffled closer to her, he could sense the tension and his tines were ready to defend Embryss if need be. “We are here to create a healthy alliance. This is what our superiors wanted. What was ORDERED. Honesty is the first step to ensuring this is met.”
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