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Post by sheltiejoy on Jan 7, 2018 15:30:09 GMT -6
Persimmon | Seroran Windracer
Persimmon's barely had given himself time to think since this encounter began. Watching from a distance, the unicorn saw the little pegasus, Mary get rescued by Sol, David, Rowtag, and Sheva. Listening as Sheva consoled the young pegasus, Persimmon caught that her mother, Egret was still trapped. Jaw tightening, Persimmon knew that he had to help reunite the small family.
Apparently, he was not the only one to think in this manner, a fellow unicorn trotted up, Delilah, "Let's go. I think we can get rid of that stupid bird if we work together."
Nodding quickly, Persimmon charged forward, not sure of exactly what the pair would end up doing, all he knew was that they'd figure something out. They had to. Persimmon called over to Delilah, "Do you have any idea of how to get that bird away?" It was a big, angry bird.
The golden unicorn reached into her bag, "Yeah, I got an idea," she replied as she pulled out a rope, her green eyes flicking over to a nearby rock formation. Persimmon quickly caught her drift as she prepared a lasso.
"You get ready and I'll draw it over," Persimmon told Delilah. Delilah nodded, proceeding to throw her rope around the topmost rock as Persimmon quickly began to attempt to draw the thunderbird over and away from Egret. With a tug, Delilah yanked the rope hard enough to cause the rocks to fall on top of the bird, not enough to kill it, but plenty to stall it as the trio ran off to reunite Egret and Mary.
Word Count: 262
Personal Post Count: 3
Game Post Count: 9
Stat Utilised + Assistant Stat: Persimmon Cunning 25 + Delilah Cunning 100 (Egret is freed)
Stat Depletion: Persimmon Cunning -25 now 0
Bonuses?: N/A
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Post by wulfeneit on Jan 7, 2018 23:20:16 GMT -6
Lyall, the Goat Father
Of course, it was only when the group had just banded together, with great reluctance, that something went wrong. It would be a stretched to say Lyall expected screaming. What he was, was not surprised in a sick sort of way. He felt a resigned sense of horror. All the tension and dread he felt since sunrise swept back through his veins, icy thorns latching onto every nerve. As one, the group raced around the mesa bend. Splitting up to give urgent aid where needed. Lyall’s hooves failed him for a only moment, a breath of hesitant before he too felt the wind beneath his wings and dove to assist. Instinct took over from there. Fueled by years of experience watching goats, warding off predation, and just as often saving the poor things from their own stupidity. His attention at once was drawn to the youngest under threat, thankfully the others had the same thought in mind. Then out of the corner of his eye two thunderbirds flew passed, screeching bloody murder as they pursued a cloaked horse on the ground. They were fast, but for the moment their prey was faster. Thinking quickly, Lyall tucked in his wings and swung back around. He went through the motions of praying for Windracer to forgive him for what he was about to do. Though truth be told, in his heart of hearts he couldn't care less. With his teeth more than teke he tore a sail free from its frame, the rope tying it down and all, rung it in a loop and turned back. Finding the cloaked horse in the general area of where he left them, Lyall flew into position. He landed on a low arch of stone, flashing the white feathers of his wings once, twice. A signal to run this way. By Alya’s grace they saw. Hooves skidding, cloak fluttering behind they turned on their heel. As they run under the arch, he let the sail fly loose. Aided by the extra weight of three well placed stones, the pursuing thunderbirds found themselves caught in a tangled mess of fabric and rope. He joined the cloaked horse on the other side of the arch. Safely tucked under an outcropping in mesa. He approached them. Almost without thinking, the black pegasus raised his wings to shelter the winded horse. The other’s height meant little to years of the habit. “Alya bless the wind beneath your wings, thank you!” They gasped, and than a soft, yet wary smile. “ I am Keziah, and you?” “Lyall,” He gave Keziah an appraising look, wings slowly coming to fold as the adrenaline waned. “You... are an excellent sprinter.” “T-thank you. But please, if you have any wounded lead me to them right away. We must get them to safety! Above all else, that is our first priority.”
A few feet away, a lasso captured a loose rock in the face of the outcropping above. The rocks fell, momentary disabling the thunderbird after Persimmon and Delilah. It didn’t last long. As the bird recovered, it struggled free knocking loose the rocks below. Quickly those stones built up into a second rock slide. Keziah heard the threatening sound at the same time Lyall did, however they were faster. The dark pegasus threw himself into the air with just enough momentum to avoid most of the debris, but he was not swift enough to escape completely. A large round stone, about the size of a hoof hit him square between the ears. Stunned, Lyall staggered and couldn't for the life of him remember what he had been doing for the last five minutes. “Oh, oh no. Are you alright? Can you stand? Oh gosh, I hope that didn’t give you a concussion.” Keziah’s soft voice rippled oddly, fuzzy around the edges.
"This would be the absolute worst time for that."Lyall looked up, only to be stunned a second time. By Alya’s wings... why had Keziah hidden themselves before? He stared, dumbly, stumbled over more than his hooves this time and somehow managed to say. “Yes, fine. Ahem. I am f-fine.” Gods save him. Keziah looked skeptical but a bellowing screech prevented further conversation. A shared glance and together they ran.
Word Count: 723 Personal Post Count: 4 Game Post Count: 10 Stat Utilised + Assistant Stat: 75 Cunning Stat Depletion: Lyall Cunning -25 now has 50 Cunning Bonuses?: N/A |
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Post by goldenmarmalade on Jan 7, 2018 23:56:48 GMT -6
Sol didn’t know the name of the pegasus filly she had assisted in saving, but from the sky, she could see the figure of the child and her mother running away from the carnage. A higher vantage point did mean that Sol ran the risk of being bird food if she didn’t land soon, but she was looking for a place where she could be useful. Her mind was still reeling from the tense situation. Barely a moment passed before Sol dove back to the ground, although unsure of her destination, she couldn’t hold herself in the air knowing the threat of attracting more carnivorous birds. They didn’t need her in danger too. A few seconds before landing, she spread her large wings, taking some of the recoil from stopping so quickly, but landing efficiently enough.
The pangare buckskin was attempting to take in her surroundings quickly and understand exactly where she was and who there was nearby that needed her help, but her audits turned towards a horrifying sound to any Windracer. CRACK! The sound of wood being ripped from its foundation. She spun her head to see something that angered and upset her in a place deeply-ingrained within her. A messenger board; HER messenger board having its pole ripped from the vehicle.
Of course, Lyall put it to good use to help another, but Sol felt wronged. For a moment, all she could do was stare in awe and anger, unsure what to do, she was about to take a step towards the perpetrator when a voice came from beside her. “Ya know, why don’t ya put your anger to use and lead those birds away?”A quick turn of her head revealed an older mare, a smirk larger than life on her face, a few cacti surrounded by a blue-grey aura being offered towards Sol. “You can wail on him later, but for now, whaddya say about seeing how the bird fares against us, eh? I’ll even let ya take the first shot.”
There was something so confident, so mischievous about this elder mare that Sol just couldn’t help offering a cheeky grin in return and taking one of the small cacti that was being offered. “You ready?” The younger mare asked. “Honey, I’ve been ready since those damn birds came down on us.” Sol grasped the rounded cactus with her Teke, waiting for just the right moment to throw it at one of the two birds struggling within the sail. One tore through and was looking towards Lyall and the other horse, when Sol chucked the prickly green plant at it. No, it wouldn’t damage the bird, but it would irritate it.
“Hey, dumb bird! Why don’t you come after us instead!?” And like that the bird, although not understanding the words and only understanding the noise of its newfound prey, gave chase and dove down to the spot where Mrytel and Sol were standing. But the pair had already begun running, and Mrytel was gleefully tossing cacti toward the bird, taunting and laughing all the while.
As Sol ran through the sands, hoping the bird would give up, she continued thinking how today really wasn’t her day. She’d been humiliated in front of the travelling party, had her patience tested shortly afterwards, found this travelling band being assaulted by birds, and now had her board wrecked by Lyall to trap the damn things. That board was her life, her meaning for existence in this herd. Her purpose, torn to shreds by the same Alya-damned birds that had taken her little sister away. No sail and that board was not moving. That meant no extra supplies. She’d get to that later. For right now, she was running for her life, mostly having the time of her life with her adrenaline addiction being fed, although a small, rational part of her worried that despite all this effort, the bird would still take her and Mrytel down.
The older mare signed for Sol to look out ahead and turned quickly, the buckskin pegasus following like a living shadow, barely making the sharp turn around the sand dune. Of course, her spite partly let Sol throw caution to the wind and continue galloping, turning just behind Mrytel (For an older horse she really is quite fast and agile!) around the multitude of dunes and rocks, until finally the bird decided that it was expending too much energy on the chase and that it wouldn’t get a return. With a great flap of its wings, it flew into the distance, leaving a gasping, but beaming, Sol and slightly-winded Mrytel together somewhere close to the others.
Sol’s stormy gaze caught the form of Lyall and a stranger nearby. He’d better be ready to face her - suddenly, the cloaked figure came up to the pair, revealing a face that was absolutely stunning. For a moment, the racing heart from outpacing that bird felt like it was rushing from the mere sight of this equine.
“Mrytel! Thank you so much for helping me… and who would this be?” They asked, and Sol quickly pulled herself together. It was stupid. She was making this up to herself to try and think that she could find someone to spend her life with other than her family. “I’m Sol. A-and what would I call you?”
“Me? I’m Keziah. Pleasure… although, do you that one of your other travelling companions can help? I’m worried about Lyall - a rock hit his head an-”
“Keziah. We’ve all barely been managing as is. I think there are others you can help,” The older mare flipped her head towards a large pegasus who was injured and afraid. “Abraham looks like he might need your height and talents.” Mrytel barely finished speaking when the cawing of the other newly-freed bird reached them.
Mrytel looked at Sol, and the two shared contact for a moment before one spoke. “I’ve gotten on in years. These old legs don’t hold up as well as they used to. You’re young, but you’re exhausted too, aren’t ya? Doesn’t look like that bird’s after us anyway. Let’s go to the edge and help the rest of ‘em as they come out.”
“Y-yeah… that would probably be for the best…” Sol managed to get the words out between gasps for air. It would distract her, remind her exactly why she had wanted to help, that her sail had been put to use, and maybe even give her time to create a makeshift replacement out of the cloth and materials still on the board. It was boarded with cargo too valuable to leave behind. As much as she regretted leaving the field of action, it was for the best.
Word Count:
1147
Personal Post Count: #4
Game Post Count: #11
Stat Utilised + Assistant Stat: Speed/Agility (50, 25 respectively). + Mrytel Speed/Agility (Both are 50)
Stat Depletion: Cunning returns to normal, -25 Agility (50), Mrytel retains stats (Keziah distract cleared due to combined, Speed is 100 and Agility is 75)
Bonuses?: N/A
Mrytel's turns USED
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Post by seechem on Jan 8, 2018 4:07:23 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
... ...
He had stood frozen for several minutes, unable to process exactly what it was he was seeing. The screams, the screeches all intermingled into a mist of white noise that bombarded his senses for what felt like an eternity. He was back, years before, with a previous group he had been assigned to, not as a leader then, but assigned nonetheless to draw Thunderbirds to flames that threatened his herd. Back then he had felt little fear towards the birds until he had fallen, chest first into the dust and seen one leer over him ready to kill, only to be rescued by a Skirmisher. Seeing them again brought back that terror, the utter inability to think of a way out of the situation. He had watched Madden and Rowtag and Persimmon and everyone flood down into the area to fight, only Helios exhibiting his fear so openly. The roan regarded the birds, the trapped horses, realising suddenly that one was almost free. His group had been working to free a Saviour, one Nero did not recognise, but immediately saw the use of.
Redirecting his focus, Nero tried to take deep breaths, suddenly recognising why everything seemed so blurry, he had been shaking like a leaf in the wind. 'Come on...breathe' he told himself, 'there has to be something I can do' In that moment it was as though he were at the Temple again, not God's Landing, but back in Osulas at one of the Shrines. The crescendo of wind that the Thunderbirds' wings emitted seemed to still for a moment, swirl through his mane and grace across his cheek. He heard nothing but the cries and shouts of those below, but he felt a tug in his heart that had him moving before he realised it.
His hooves were a blur beneath him, his copper eyes narrowed against the onslaught of the sand. Nero's mind had zoomed in on the Saviour, still struggling with a Thunderbird chasing them. It was as he saw the Saviour running that it occurred to Nero that he too was running, alone something he hadn't done since Alya had vanished, but not just running he was using his Blessing. The euphoria that struck him almost had him distracted, but he quickly adjusted himself, sent a silent prayer of thanks to The Great Sky-mother and continued to move.
The roan was upon the bird far quicker than ought to have been possible, and he felt a swell of confidence that he had lacked since the group had set out. His brain was firing on all pistons and he raced by the bird on one side, circling round the other side, amplifying the already abundant amount of sand in the air. The dust that was now swirling up, almost above Nero's head, covered the other Saviour from view, and the creature let out a screech of rage, arching its neck as it regarded the small blue equine beneath it's great height. Nero wasted no time in dodging back and forth quickly, drawing the bird's attention to his every motion. "Come on then!" Nero reared momentarily, the bird arching it's wings wide in response before thrusting it's head towards Nero, beak wide open. But it closed on sand, the medic speeding off to the side again and yanking at feathers.
If anything the bird seemed bewildered by how such a small creature was moving so swiftly. Nero only had to race away a few paces, charge it and swirl more sand before the creature completely lost interest in the affairs of the land and took to the sky.
Seeing the bird take off, Nero stopped quickly, a slight hiss as his hooves skidded on the sand. "Are you okay?" he asked the Saviour, their dark coat and pale indigo eyes coming back into focus as the sand cloud cleared. Their orange attire billowed in the residual blustering from the other birds, but they approached Nero nonetheless with a face of thanks and equal concern.
"I am well, thanks to yourself and your companions. I doubt we would have been able to run much more. But you," they returned their purple eyes to Nero, still looking back at Lyall to ensure the Pegasus was alright, Nero still slowly catching his breath having not run for a while, "you look like you could have done that for hours."
"Not anymore," Nero gasped, his body starting to throb as his muscles caught up with what he had just been doing, "not for a while, at least."
"Keziah," the horse offered, dipping her head to Nero and the two pegasi.
"Nero," Nero responded, eyes quickly casting around at the other horses still pinned or under threat, "we need to move, quickly, before these creature get angrier."
He had seen Lyall get struck by the rock and gave him a quick and anxious look over, "Remind me to check you over when this is all done." He half spoke to himself and half to Lyall, his mind already wondering back to Helios and the variety of concerns that dwelt therein.
   Word Count: 913 Personal Post Count: #3 Game Post Count: #12 Stat Utilised: Hyper Speed Blessing - clears Keziah's Distract (Keziah Freed) Stat Depletion: cannot be used for 3 consecutive posts Bonuses?: n/a --- Theme Song: Vid Link |
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Post by seechem on Jan 8, 2018 4:09:29 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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"You," the hippocampus' teke latched onto Madden's horn catching him completely off guard and starting to turn his head and half drag him, "I need you to help me with someone." Had Madden not seen the little shit walk up to him he may have accidently killed him on the spot. The unicorn gave the grey stallion a weird look but when he saw where he was being led he utterly understood. A giant Pegasus, some sort of tobiano or something, was neighing in fear and pain, his foreleg twisted at an unnatural angle that made Madden sick to the stomach.
"Seriously." The knife wielder asked.
"Seriously, bud."
"Easy Abraham, take it easy a sec." David said, his head still pulled back to avoid the panicked wing flaps from the giant. Madden could see that, while the horse didn't aim to harm them, he was utterly petrified and in a state of pain and exhaustion.
"Hey!" Madden snapped, bringing both David and Abraham's attention back to him, "my mate is a medic, saviour, whatever you guys call them. He will attend to your leg, but not if you are floundering around and kicking the shit out of everyone who is trying to help you."
David regarded Madden for a moment, before kneeling down beside the Pegasus, unshed tears starting to brim in his emerald eyes. Madden, seeing an urging look from David, did likewise and lay carefully beside Abraham. "It's going to be okay, buddy." David said softly, "I mean, these guys have been kicking tail and saving our hides, I don't doubt this guy's...fella...will help you out." Madden nodded his head slowly in agreement, sending an imploring look towards Nero, who had been casting his eyes about the chaos in search of Madden.
"Nero! Over here! It's another broken leg!" He meant in reference to when his own leg had been broken, By Ignacio he didn't half pity Abraham for the pain he was experiencing.
   Word Count: 393 Personal Post Count: #4 Game Post Count: #13 Stat Utilised: Madden Wisdom 25 + David Wisdom 50 Wisdom = 75 Wisdom, clears Abrham Reassure Stat Depletion: -25 Wisdom, Madden now has 0 Wisdom Bonuses?: n/a --- Theme Song: Vid Link |
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Post by seechem on Jan 8, 2018 4:11:08 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
......
Nero caught Madden's voice, despite the wind, and looked over. He was laid beside a clearly injured Pegasus. "That's Abraham!" Keziah exclaimed beside Nero, the other medic taking off quickly. Nero followed, at a slightly slower pace.
The two Saviour's reached the little assembly, David having already leapt up to get back into the fray. "Okay, lay still for me Abraham." Nero instructed calmly, Madden and Keziah helping to keep the stallion still, "I am going to try and make you a sling and support...give me a moment." His eyes cast around anxiously for something to use. His eyes landed on the boards and he instantly headed towards the nearest one. He had no clue whose it was, but he pulled out some blankets, twine and some wooden structures that would have held up the decorations.
He could feel his Blessing itching at his legs and he was able to lope over at twice the speed of anyone else. "Alright, now Abraham no matter what, stay perfectly still."
Nero tore one of the blankets up into a large square, his teke holding Abraham's hoof. The stallion was biting his lip and giving Nero desperate looks of agony. "Give him two of these, but only two!" Nero took a pouch from his saddle bag containing poppy seeds, "that should ease the pain." Now that Abraham was still, Nero began to reposition the leg, ignoring the groans and cries of pain from his patient. Eventually the leg was straight, the bones in the correct alignment. Swiftly he wrapped the leg, using the wooden stake as a support.
"He needs to stand, if he is ever to have a chance of getting away." Keziah instantly jumped to Abraham's injured side and supported the large stallion.
"I have him, put the sling on if you must." Nero hesitated, a sling would hamper his movement, but walking on that leg would only unsettle the bone again. The roan hastily tore the other blanket and used it to hoist Abraham's leg up.
"Hurry, head towards the boards and take shelter." Nero instructed, watching the retreating forms for a few moments.
"Good job, blue." Madden whispered nuzzling his neck as the unicorn stepped passed him.
"Yeah yeah, thanks for calming him down." Nero snorted, nipping his mate's hip. His ears pricked at the sound of a constant, resounding scream, "I'm afraid I must dash."
There was another sound, a sudden un-equine screeching, and Nero looked up in terror. The birds had swarmed above them, beating their wings in fury, though some still remained below, pinning their victims relentlessly. A crack of thunder and peal of lightning and Nero instantly knew what was happening. "Storm!" he screamed just as the gail descended, the rain lashed and the whole playing field changed in the Thunderbird's favour.
Word Count: 513 Personal Post Count: #4 Game Post Count: #14 Stat Utilised: Herbalist Talent Stat Depletion: n/a Bonuses?: n/a --- Theme Song: Vid LinkTHE TEMPEST HAS BEGUN |
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jan 8, 2018 11:50:43 GMT -6
Jemin
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The equines weren’t the only ones to have more tricks up their sleeves - evidently, the thunderbirds thought it was time to tip the scale back in their favor. No warning, no refuge; the storm came quickly. Jemin was already being pummeled by nature's forces when Nero’s shout reached his ears.
Brows furrowed and hooves splayed, he leaned into the tempest winds, furiously blinking rain out first, and then the glare of a lightning flash. The clouds seethed, gaining magnitude with aid of the bird’s powerful wings. He needed shelter if he wanted to keep his wits intact. From the thick of the gale he spotted an overturned cart, and wasted no time before ducking behind it. The wooden underside, while not ideally sturdy, provided a better barrier than nothing.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who thought so.
Another stallion - thin, pale, brandishing a boomerang - dove from the opposite side. Jemin slammed on the brakes, but their collision was inevitable; the pale hippocampus hit a knee to his chest, all but falling on top of the mule. Are you kidding me? Disorientated, he shoved the other horse off. Mud and sand clung to his flank in thick dregs.
“Ah, well. My apologies - didn’t see ya there,” the hippocampus spoke, helping him to his hooves. He opened his mouth, the words on his tongue boiling down to smash someone else, when he was interrupted by another sound entirely. Screaming. Loud, hysterical screaming.
The two peeked past the edge of their cart-blockade. Squinting through sheets of rain, Jemin made out the blurry silhouette of a particularly massive beast, hunched over a small, flailing pony. Beside him, his companion inhaled sharply. “Poor Nalik… They never was much of a fighter.” The hippocampus made to move forward, weapon bared, but Jemin stopped him.
“What? You think you can take down a thunderbird with a...a stick?”
“Boomerang, actually.”
“Boomerang - whatever. You’ll just knock yourself out in this weather.”
Perhaps he didn’t feel loyalty as his herdmates did, but he’d be damned if he let this thunderbird get a taste of Seroran - especially after all the effort he’d poured into keeping them off the menu. Snapping around, he threw his (unimpressive) weight at the cart’s underside, pushing and huffing, while his hooves scrambled for purchase in the slippery dirt. It hardly budged. He pulled back, panting, and shot his hippocampus counterpart an incredulous look.
It took a good moment before realization flooded the pale stallion’s eyes. Combining their efforts, they took up their positions, shoving both wither and hip to the wet wood. The cart groaned once, swaying. And then it toppled over. Bouncing down the incline in a crazed roll, it spewed it’s contents, splintered it’s wood and sprayed up mud. The thunderbird glanced up, screeching, only to be decked by the large projectile. It was jerked down by the force of a cart upon it’s wing.
Jemin doubted the bird would stay stuck for long. At the very least, Nalik was saved from immediate danger. Still - success was rare, and he marked the occasion by whooping his triumph at the bird’s bewildered face. ---
WC 527 | P #4 | Game Post #15
50 Cunning (i.e. 0 due to status effect) + David 50 Cunning = 50; enough to trap thunderbird [50 Cunning]
-50 Cunning due to Tempest effect, Jemin now has 0 Cunning (WOMP WOMP)
DAVID now FLEES
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Post by seechem on Jan 8, 2018 13:18:56 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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Nero's ears pricked at the sound of the crash, his copper eyes following the cart as it barrelled down and into the Thunderbird. The little, black, screaming individual still lay coiled up a few paces from the trapped bird, their screams just about rising above the crash and roar of the storm around them. Sparing a quick glance at Madden, Nero turned hard on his hooves and hurried towards them.
Beside the terrified donkey, the bird cawed and hissed, flailing at the cart that had now pinned it. Nero skidded in the wet sand, sprays of the beige grains sticking and cloying at his belly and legs.
"Easy, hey, look at me." Nero crouched down beside Nalik, his fur standing on edge at the proximity to the bird, the screeches of the creature and the lightning creating an eerie and haunting white noise. Eventually the little donkey looked up at him, their mouth still agape as a scream died in their throat. Instead of screaming they shook, whining in a pitch Nero could only just make out over the racket. "Please, remain calm. Everything is going to be okay." Nero tried to keep a calm tone to his voice, he sidled a little closer, ignoring the itchy, almost sticky sand that was clinging to his stomach and his legs as he lay there.
"It...going to...kill us...all...danger." The ebony donkey mewled, their purple shawl utterly drenched through. They looked pathetic, Nero had to admit, but his Saviour instincts kicked in. With a slight nervous intake of breath, Nero positioned himself directly between the sight of the bird and the quivering wreck of a donkey.
"They cannot hurt you now. My 'friends' and I are here to help you." He realised he had said 'friends' in a bizarre tone, but hoped that they wouldn't notice. "I am Nero, I'm a Saviour. We won't let them get you."
"You won't?" Nero wished he could just knock the little thing out, By Alya did they not realise there was a giant bird behind them, did they not see how much Nero was shaking and desperate to leave?!
"No they won't." He said between slightly gritted teeth, "my group and yours are working together. You are one of the last-"
"Last...almost...over?"
"Yes."
"Going...home?"
"More than likely."
"Nalik."
"What?" Nero cocked his head, giving the donkey a slight glare.
"Name...my name...Nalik...please...wanna go home." They looked up at him, he assumed, the donkey's long black bangs hung over their eyes and were even more weighed down by the rain.
As the two lay there for a moment, Nero becoming more and more confident that Nalik wouldn't pass out if they tried to stand, he wondered whether they should think about moving. There was a rumble from behind them and Nero's ears spun back, as did his head. The bird had wrenched itself free of the cart, turning to face them, beady eyes zoomed in on Nalik once more. "Ah..." Nero struggled to his hooves, sand making him a little sluggish. Nalik looked up at him, not screaming...yet, so Nero once again stood between them. "It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay." He repeated, more for his benefit than Nalik's but he could see the little donkey nodding along with him.
"Gonna...okay...will be...okay." They were mumbling. The sooner he was away from them the better. Maybe he was tired, maybe it was Nalik, all he knew was that staying calm was draining him beyond belief.
Word Count: 660 Personal Post Count: #5 Game Post Count: #16 Stat Utilised: Wisdom 100/2 =50 Wisdom - enough to clear Nalik's Reassure Stat Depletion: (-50 Tempest) -25 now has 25 Wisdom Bonuses?: n/a --- Theme Song: Vid Link |
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Post by wulfeneit on Jan 8, 2018 14:32:20 GMT -6
Lyall, Soaking Goat Whisperer
Thanks to the efforts of Sol and Mrytel, the last thunderbird broke off pursuit. Lyall held back, gulping swallow mouthfuls of precious oxygen as Keziah turned to thank the two. They were hardly winded by the pursuit it seemed. How completely unfair. How in Kaia’s green earth had they managed to retain both speed and stamina through all that? Bah, it hardly mattered how. Just that they could. Somehow, through the dull ache now clouding his mind, Lyall felt a heated stare pierce his skin. The intensity of it sent a shiver down his spine, feathers rustling in instinctual discomfort. The feeling reminded him of numerous occasions when he had done one thing or another to piss off Harlow... those occasions never ended favorably. His sister would not be messed with. "Storm!" Nero screamed The black pegasus' head shot up. Ears flat against his skull as his gaze flew upwards. Lightning lit up the sky, and in its wake a torrential downpour. Water, blessed and sweet on any other day, hit the earth below with a thousand angry needles. Lyall ducked his head, pressed his wings tight to his sides and braced himself. Between the insufferably screeching, the distress of his company and the thunder what happened next was a blur. A cart sent sailing down the slope. Where it landed a nasty bird screamed, Nero and a smaller donkey lay cornered. “Damn it!” Sheva hollered, galloping to halt not a wither from where he stood. Mud instantly covered half his torso along with far too many feathers. “What’s your sorry ass waiting for? We don’t have time to be standing around! Damn kid- Nalik can’t take care of himself and your leader ain't looking too hot either!”
He followed her gaze. She was right of course. Nero was struggling. That much he could see despite the rain, despite the fog that ached between his eyes. “What do you have in mind?” he yelled. “We charge ‘em.”
“What?” That can’t be right.
“You got cotton in your ears? We charge ‘em!” A scathing remark lay on the tip of his tongue but he didn’t get the chance to voice the thought. Sheva rear ended him. And together they went careening down the slope. Lyall stumbled as he reached the cart, quick hoof work the only thing keeping him upright. Sheva slipped, but recovered smoothly by rolling back onto her hooves. A slew of curses falling from her lips Sheva took a ball of mud and aimed for the beasts head. She hit her mark. While the beast retaliated Lyall ducked behind. He tried to follow Sheva’s lead, but his vision would not hold. He missed, hardly his fault considering the weather, barely dodging in time to avoid another blow to the head. It did the trick though. In a fit of frustration the bird miscalculated a foot hold, slipping beak first in silt as it turned to follow him. While the beast bent over Lyall made eye contact with Nalik. After a brief moment of hesitation the little donkey scrambled to his hooves.
Word Count: 500 Personal Post Count: 5 Game Post Count: 17 Stat Utilized + Assist: Sheva’s Agility 50 + Lyall’s 75 Agility Stat Depletion: -50 by Tempest now has 25 Agility, Sheva retains 50 Agility Bonuses?: n/a ((cleared due to Sheva as combined Agility is 75)) (Nalik is SAVED and FLEES) |
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Post by seechem on Jan 8, 2018 14:45:34 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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Nero trembled for a few moments, watching Nalik race away to safety. He was both releaved and utterly exhausted. The rain beat down against his flesh, tearing at his mane and tail as the remaining juvenile hovered over a small foal. "Help! Please help me!" He was crying out faintly. Everything was choppy and fluffy around the edges and Nero took a staggering step, paused, and rigorously shook his head to try and restore some order. 'One more. He's just a kid. One more. Save him. One more.' His head was saying, though the words swam about a little. "One more." He said softly, his words lashed away from his lips and up into the dark void of the storm clouds.
"That's my grandson!" He heard a further shout, Myrtel? She was peering across the plain, distorted by the drizzle, but surrounded by the others. Nero looked to her, rearing to catch her attention and signed, "I will get him. Stay there." As clearly as he could in the weather. She understood, signing back a few threats regarding his safety should her grandson not return, which he turned away from before she could finish.
The juvenile seemed a little distracted, the larger birds were wheeling high above, not willing to come down and fight, but eager enough to put on an electric display. The juvenile was calling up to them, 'probably bragging like a brat' Nero thought as he half galloped towards the kid. The colt lay, eyes squinted, maybe against the rain? He may be in serious pain. Nero quickened his pace, his small, lithe blue body able to ease around one of the bird's wings. It was a juvenile and he knew, after Nalik, that there was always someone around...hopefully. His biggest concern was getting the colt out from under the bird so that, should stronger help arrive, he would be able to get away at all.
"Psst." Nero hissed, the foal startling, eyes blurry with tears. "Don't make a sound. I'm going to look you over and see if we can get you back to Myrt-your grandma?"
"Nana...?" The foal said in a little sob.
"Yes that's it." Nero crawled closer, his black muzzle slightly grazing the sand as he tried to stay as far away from the bird as possible. "Are you hurt?"
The boy hesitated and shifted a little, letting out a sharp wince and little cry of pain. "Yes...yes! My shoulder, my left one. It's so painful and my leg is all numb and AHHH!" He had shifted trying to feel out the pain, fortunately Nero's head knocked against the foal's muzzle, covering most of the outcry. The bird had stepped back a few paces, hopping and cawing as it looked up at its family, excitedly flapping its wings but not taking off. It was still only a few metres away, but it's long neck was arched upwards. Should it look back and see him, Nero didn't know if he could outrun it with the boy on his back.
"What's your name?" Nero asked in an almost robotic way as he fished a few items from his saddlebag. More fabric, poppy seeds, leather.
"Ronno, sir."
"No need for that. I'm Nero, the Saviour who is going to pop your shoulder back into place." Ronno's blue eyes widened a little at that and he nodded nervously.
Nero pressed the poppy seed under the foal's tongue before placing the leather strip between his teeth. "I'm not going to honey coat it, this is going to be very painful even with the seed." The copper eyes of the medic met the periwinkle of the quivering boy. "I'm going to count to three." He said steadily, thankful that he didn't have to shout. The rain lashed down on the pair, but Nero could see Ronno's intense pain. The boy nodded, a little gulp of fear following.
"Okay." Nero's teke wrapped around the foal's upper leg, already releasing a little whimper, he tested his grip slightly and looked Ronno in the eye. He could feel exactly where the joint needed to go, and was more concerned that the boy would lose consciousness. "1." He started, ears flicked back as he concentrated his focus, "2." On two he yanked the leg, forcing the joint back into position. The scream, however, that found it's way between Ronno's teeth, had Nero's hairs standing on end. The boy quivered and gasped, tears searing down his cheeks, but Nero could see that he was no longer in pain, just drifting in the shock and throb from the movement.
The noise had, however, called the Thunderbird's attention back to its prey. 'Why me.' Nero thought dejectedly, one ear swivelling to listen to the bird's return, its clacks and snaps of anger easily catching in his ear over the din, the other focused on his patient who was nuzzling his own shoulder. "What happened to 3?!" Ronno exclaimed indignantly.
"We're taught that surprise normally helps. You're not as tense. How does it feel?"
"Better. Though I will feel better...urgh...when I am back with my Nana." Ronno had managed to lay on his side rather than his back, his healing shoulder feeling the drum of the rain.
"That bird looks fucked off." Ronno said, a quake of fear in his still faint voice.
"I'm telling your Nana you said that." Nero teased, but his eyes were locked on the bird despite the comedy of the statement. He only hoped he got the opportunity to speak to anyone again. The bird's head was inches from them now as it let out a stupendous roar of rage that shook both Nero and Ronno to their cores.
Word Count: 1,011 Personal Post Count: #6 Game Post Count: #18 Stat Utilised: Herbalist Talent - clears Ronno's Aid check Stat Depletion: n/a Bonuses?: n/a --- Theme Song: Vid Link |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 10, 2018 12:05:51 GMT -6
Sauron
I am a burning fire
I am a violent tongue
I am destructive
The thunderbird was gone and others still ran about him as he stood there for a breif few moments, Nostrils flared as he took in short deep breathes. He cannot recall the last time he had done anything like this, but yet it seemed good. His muscles ached, but the sort of good ache from a job well done. Yet the screams and cries of others filled the air, and he found himself still standing there. Trying his best to wrap his mind around what was happening, and him trying to catch his breath.
A sudden whistle was heard that made Sauron whip his head to the side, fangs bared as his snake like pupils narrowed. Perhaps to far gone in his thoughts he was unsure of what he was being whistled out and a growl was escaping his lips before he blinked once, then twice to see the long eared mule before him. Her ears against her skull, she had what could almost be a matching expression as him. "Aye get that anger out on this thunderbird I need an extra hoof." she commanded. Sauron, who would be quick with a remark how it was beneath him, felt his body heave forwards and the two was rushing towards the sight.
Nero and Ronno inches away from the thunderbird. His heart raced as it seemed both himself and Sheva began to pick up speed, each one of them rushing towards the thunderbird. They cast a quick look and it seemed to be enough for each one to understand. A language between warriors and would be heroes. The two rushed forwards, both leaping and tackling down the thunderbird with their strength. The bread screamed, but the two let out their own war cry, as the three of them rumble in the sand together kicking and scremaing. What seemed to be eons, passed in mere seconds as the thunderbird took flight in the air screaming as it flew away from the pair.
Blood dripped from Sauron as he was heaving with breath, Sheva looking no better then he, but she gave him an odd look, a faint smile perhaps and suddenly she nodded her head as if a job well done. Sheva is quick to move and get away clearly worn and tired from their battle. Leaving Sauron there with Nero and Ronno. The Kirin heaving marched towards them clearly worn. "Let's get going." he remarked assuring them all they were going to make it.
[Sauron Strength -50 by Tempest now has 50 Strength, Sheva retains 100 Strength] ((cleared due to Sheva as combined Strength is 150)) (Sheva’s turns used + now FLEES)
WC:413 | Post #4
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Post by Gaybies on Jan 10, 2018 21:10:10 GMT -6
R O W T A G
Serora Outsider
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At last, it was over. The birds had scattered and with it, the storm they had created. Everyone was safe. Rowtag had helped in scattering some of the ones that lingered and kept a watchful eye as they retreated. Satisfied that they had left, he at last took notice of the assorted wounds the thrashing birds had caused. His face and neck was scratched from his impaling of the first bird to save Sheva. After it had gotten caught on his antlers, it’s attempt at freedom had left him a little worse for wear. Still, it wasn’t anything major… more of an annoyance as far as he was concerned. Still, he wasn’t familiar with the fauna in Serora and wondered at how likely infection from such scratches was. Hm. He shook his head and turned to return to his initial group of disappointments. These horses… these horses had shown more mettle than he thought them capable of. A little part of him, a very small, distant part, felt a spark of pride for what his companions had succeeded in doing, but he forced the thought off. They were sand hippies, incapable of a real fight… yeah.
Whatever pride he had in the fight the Seroran’s had shown quickly disappeared when as he started making his way back towards the others, he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. The behemoth of a kirin turned to look, wondering for a moment if perhaps they had missed someone or if a thunderbird was waiting to ambush the unsuspecting group. What he found, however, disappointed him. It was one of the feather duster ponies… cowering under a large rock formation. For a moment, he thought about just leaving him there, because the world was for the strong and the weak didn’t survive… but… he just couldn’t.
The kirin stood there, glaring daggers at the figure in the shade for what seemed like a very long time. If it had been possible, he might’ve tapped a foot in irritation, but such was his irritation that such tapping would’ve caused the sand to swallow him whole. Instead, the muscle in his jaw worked as he ground his teeth together.
Just leave him. No… you can’t… But he’s obviously weak… You. Can’t. FUCK.
With an aggravated roar, the kirin won his internal battle and trotted purposefully, almost aggressively over to the sniveling, fearful creature that was Helios. He stood there, towering beside him for a moment, a scowl that could curdle milk across his face, he spoke. “Are you hurt?” Row’s slitted eyes scanned his figure quickly, noting the slight impression of teeth on the smaller stallion’s rear end. “Come with me…” His voice was softer and so was his expression… but not by much. It was like… when a father has to get onto their kid, makes them cry, and tries to be a little less harsh… because they were worried about them and not really angry…. Row would never admit that though… At this point, he was just concerned with making sure everyone was together again and that they could get the hell out of the desert.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jan 10, 2018 21:41:36 GMT -6
As soon as he had seen shelter Helios had gone for it, it was hard enough being bitten by Sheva but did she have to chase him across a Thunderbird strewn battlefield as well?. The pearl stallion didn't think on it much as he darted into hiding under a large portruding rock, tears stained his cheeks and his back legs were soaked with urine and sand... he hated himself for his disgusting mistake and now everyone in their party would laugh at him as he knew they were wont to do just like the colts when he was a child He listened with pinned ears as the storm raged outside from the thunderbirds, screams and cries fiing the small cavern so much that he had to shut his eyes tight and force his ears back as far as they would go under his creamy curls to block out the sound. It was white noise for a while the surprisingly it went quiet for a while and even though he was still terrified he slowly cracked his eyes open only to find the behemoth Kirin, Row, Standing over him with a strange frown on his face. He looked concerned in those dragon like eyes but he also looked incredibly grumpy over that face of his; the Kirin cast his eyes over Helios's pathetic form and seemed to take pity on him, he clearly saw the bite but not the urine or the part of a cactus stuck to the golden pegasus's butt Helios hadn't expected Row to find and come for him, or even show some concern but when he did and asked if he was hurt, Helios couldn't help the corners of his lips turn up slightly as he nodded slowly, "Y-yes" he sniffled softly, following the large stallion away from the rock formation, "Sh-Sheva bit me and... hit me with a cactus on the otherside and I don't know it its still there or not", it was one of the first times he didnt speak in criptic riddles, hanging his head to hide behind his curls in shame. He knew what he'd done, wetting himself out of fear, the wet, itching sand stuck to his legs was a disgusting reminder and a prominent show of just how pathetic he really was
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Post by seechem on Jan 12, 2018 13:17:01 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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Madden slumped in the sand for a moment, his hind legs still caked in the wet sand. He was beyond caring. His lungs heaved in the cold air sending sparks of pain down his throat. The rain had bombarded him and he had struggled to keep those they had saved away from the birds. But now the birds had scattered and everyone could take a breath.
Ronno had been helped back to his grandmother and now Madden regarded Nero with an almost possessed expression. As soon as he had caught his breath and his legs were no longer throbbing he scrambled back up to his hooves and regarded his mate. The blue roan looked drenched and a little shaken and Madden's heart burst at the sight of him. Pulling his mane back into a bun he raised his neck and did a showy running-walk across to Nero. As he drew closer he couldn't keep up the show and burst into a canter, almost knocking the smaller horse over.
"Blue, Blue, Blue!" He chimed happily, nuzzling his muzzle into Nero's neck. He could feel the medic tense beneath his touch and pulled back. "What?"
"I need to see to everyone." Those copper eyes were swimming with emotion; shock and fear still evident in the crinkle of his brow.
"Nero, honey, it's over." Madden cooed, cocking his head and offering his little mate a warm smile.
"Are you hurt, though? I saw Sauron was bleeding, oh and Lyall. I need to check him over for a concussion. And Helios-"
"Nero-"
"Though I think I saw Rowtag go after him. I can just wait till they get back."
"BLUE!" Madden snapped. The roan visibly recoiled before fixing his copper eyes on Madden's ruby ones.
"Yes." His tone was dry, Madden flinched a little at the sudden severity of the look he was dealt.
"Just take a minute. Just one minute to catch your breath, to relax. Just one...for me?" That had Nero's attention and the mask of the Saviour appeared to slip as Nero buried his head against Madden's chest.
"I was so scared." He mumbled into Madden as the unicorn gently held his mate, "It was like last time...but so much worse."
"But we showed those feathered rats, and we got everyone to safety." Madden's voice was docile, but he struggled when it came to dealing with Nero's low moments...maybe, "I bet those big ol' things thought they had us beat. How HAWKWARD." Madden smirked.
Nero looked up at Madden and couldn't help a little snicker, "Madden...that was so jayus, by Alya's Wings I am glad you are not a comedian."
"Now there's that pretty smile!" Madden beamed, planting a little kiss on Nero's nose.
"You really are a surreal equine Madden. But now I need to attend to my patients."
Madden watched as the blue roan turned away from him, saw the mask slide back into place as he turned to address the others. Madden watched him go and had a private little smile before turning to the others.
Those they had rescued were assembled a few paces off and he could see Keziah was attending to them a preparing them all for departure. Now he turned his focus to the assembly of horses he had accompanied across all these miles. He could see the Windracers gathered around the remainders of the boards and headed over to join them; he may as well help them out while Nero attended to the others. "You guys need an extra set of hooves and muscles?" He flexed for show and gave them all a wry grin.
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Post by seechem on Jan 12, 2018 13:45:35 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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Nero felt like he would faint, collapse, just pass out on the spot. 'Come on Nero there's a better word for that...you feel exhausted, extinguished, drained, feeble, spent, lethargic. That was it.'
Satisfied that he had found a word to describe his current state he continued towards Lyall and Sauron. He could see blood dripping into the sand from Sauron, and Lyall still looked unsteady to him. As he dwelt in his thoughts he replayed the events that had just transpired. How fortunate they had been within hearing range, that kid may not- he shivered and pushed the thought aside. What was concerning though was that his Blessing seemed...okay? For lack of better words his Blessing seemed okay, and he had been able to run again, to feel as though he was flying across the ground, as though Alya herself were spurring him on. But that wasn't possible. His legs certainly ached as though it had happened, his hind leg exceptionally painful from his little stunt of spinning in place, he was already out of practise. But despite what his body was telling him, there was no way he had been travelling that fast.
As he was drawing closer to the pair and he decided that matter could be shelved, despite how concerning he found it. Madden's little...attempt to make him feel better had worked though, he would give his mate that, but for now he would need to be an eccedentesiat and get on with his job, he could attend to his own issues later.
"Lyall, Sauron. Would you allow me to check you over, attend to your wounds?" Nero spoke in his usual professional tone, though now with a little hesitance. Sauron and Lyall had each saved his life, and he was exceedingly grateful, obviously, but was not used to owing people. "I can check you for a concussion," He looked at Lyall, sympathy tracing on his brow for a moment before melting away as he continued, "I have some painkillers, bandages, disinfectant, needle and thread-"
'why was he listing everything in his saddlebag?!'
"But um...really," he tried to look them both in the eye but Sauron was tall, "thank you both. Without your help, without everyone's help...I doubt we would have made it out alive." He let there be a beat before looking back across at them, expectant for them to now let him help or dismiss him and thereby free him of his debt. By Alya he was not used to owing his life to another horse, much less to two horses! He was sure there was some irony in there that Madden would elaborate on for him later, but for now he simply awaited permission to help his herd mates. That was how he saw Sauron now. The kirin had launched himself at a Thunderbird and saved Nero and Ronno's life. Had he been told of the event, Nero would not have believed it. Lyall had also risked himself to save Nalik, and Nero was especially grateful for that. That little donkey-
"It wouldn't take very long at all." He added for further incentive, though judging by their appearances he doubted they would refuse him outright.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 12, 2018 15:03:00 GMT -6
After the battle you take a few, extremely well deserved moments to patch yourselves up. Rowtag, however grumpily, managed to find a stream and convinced the pale golden Helios to jump in and clean off. Nero studiously tended to every scrape and nick and patched all of the even remotely wounded up faithfully. Miracle of miracles,
Sol's windracing board was barely touched by the creative snatch of a sail. While poking around, she even found a replacement, salvaged from David's smashed board. After a short rest, it seemed you were ready to finish your journey. |
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 24, 2018 22:54:29 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to Nero, Helios, Jemin, Lyall, Madden, Persimmon, Rowtag, Sauron, Sol.
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