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Post by DawnsComing on Dec 13, 2017 22:15:05 GMT -6
 
Team Leader: Nuriko
Please keep the following in mind!
- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!
- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.
- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!
- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3
- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Breim Prompt:
With eyes red and hair a mess, Nuriko calls together Aginor, Clarke & Balthamel to meet in the Palace jail. After a sleepless night, the King's Guild believes he's found an answer...a way to free the Kirins.
Location: Nariah's Jail (located below the Royal Palace)
Time of Day: Early Morning
You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by Disastercorn on Dec 15, 2017 17:04:33 GMT -6
NURIKO
His days had been sleepless. Since the beige and red colored Kirin refused to speak to him after being tossed in the prison Nuriko had spent countless sleepless nights alone in the palace library. Eyes scoured page after page, adsorbing knowledge and yet finding nothing in any of the books he brought down. When all hope seemed to be lost, when it seemed like they would just have to wait this out, a thud sounded from behind him. Tired head lifted, mane a mess and eyes red. Another book... He almost didn't look at it, feeling as if it was a fruitless endeavor. But some tug at his mentality forced the will to lift the book from the ground and set it upon the table before him.
He flipped mindlessly through the pages, about to toss it with the others when he suddenly gave pause. Words jumped out at him.
"...those who are be charged with a crime and imprisoned can be given bale by sponsorship. If a Breimian is willing to take responsibility for the accused, the equine being jailed may be baled out so long as their sponsor is with them at all times until the trial has taken place."
This ancient book of their ancestors, stating laws they had long since forgotten. This could be the key! Wrapping the book up gently in his own clothes, appearances where long forgotten at this point, the unicorn called for the help to gather Aginor, Balthamel & Clarke. He knew the ambassadors would be able to read the text and give him some insight. Venturing forward, he stood nearly wavering at the steps before the decline into the prison and when the three did step forward, Nuriko silently placed himself against Balthamel's shoulder. to the normal eye it would look like the king's guide just needed help standing but for Nuriko it was more then that. The aodhian was well versed in being temperate with physical touch and right now, Nuriko needed something to ground himself.
Lifting the book from the cloth he had wrapped it in he showed them the page as they descended down the steps.
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[NPC] Isamu : Breim Guard
By all accounts, with the kirins came the (perhaps imagined) acrid scent of smoke and the (very real) twinge of paranoia. He had been taught from early on of the atrocities that came in their wake, spurred on by their destructive god. Their return was frightening to most; consequently, the thin, black-coated Arabian was no different. Isamu slid the first of two trays, a simple allocation of rice and grains meant to feed the two scaled inhabitants of the first cell, through its slot before hurriedly moving forward to the next and repeating his process for the second. His black coat was marked by a soft sheen of sweat, another indicator of his fear coupled with his wary glances and hurried movements.
He returned to his place near the staircase, only now truly looking at the kirins. It was habitual now, never look at them when you are too close for comfort. At a distance though, he allows himself to be enamored by their images, a warped beauty to them all. He could have admired them had he not known what they were capable of. Shifting uneasily yet again, he turned back to the staircase, one ear turned towards the enemy and the other towards the unknown.
All of this was routine though; Isamu knew how to handle routine.
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 17, 2017 18:23:58 GMT -6
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Maybe I could live without it, maybe I could let it go.
Boy you know I got a habit, chasing all the broken roads.
Clarke had remained underground for a what felt like an eternity now, steadily integrating herself within Briemian culture and attempting to court trust amongst those who tolerated her presence for longer than a few seconds at a time. It had proven to be a slow and arduous task compared to those with Onea’s frequent ‘live fast, die young’ attitudes (her own included); so when she found out that she had been summoned by a member of the King’s Guide for what appeared to be an urgent appeal, the mule found herself thoroughly bemused at being thrown headfirst into the midst of Breim politics that -as far as she could ascertain-, had no connection to her people whatsoever.
Still, curiosity peaked, she allowed herself to be guided down beneath the bowels of the Royal Palace to discern what exactly had prompted such an abrupt wake up call. Her chaperone had been rather vague in their recollection, mumbling something about ‘kirins and lawful imprisonment.’
As Clarke reached her fellow ambassadors, she let her gaze travel over them all before eventually resting upon Nuriko. She took note of his bedraggled state and decided to probe for further information, brow raised and forgoing formalities. “So... How exactly can I help?”
The only real contact she had ever achieved with kirins was in storybooks, and albeit -very briefly- the Warlord’s son, Grigori. Up close, they did not seem so grand as the stories had waxed on about so poetically, but then again, the heroes in her novels were rarely behind bars.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Dec 17, 2017 23:31:17 GMT -6
Conner|Outsider
The sound of a metal slot opening and closing was enough to rouse the blue and purple scaled creature from his slumber. Rousing from his bedding with a jolt and a loud grunt, he looked around, vision still blurry. As he blinked the spots away from his vision, the blueish purple of his teke surrounded the clip on spectacles that were sat on the ground next to his bed. Placing them firmly on his snout he saw the dark pelted coat of the guard go back to his post as the world around him came into focus. Looking towards the cell door, he saw the plate of food, freshly slid through the slot. Groaning as his old knees protested him rising, he slowly plodded over to the tray, grasping it in his teke and shuffling over to his cellmate's figure.
"Food's here." He mumbled sleepily to Thanatos, handing the other kirin his half of the food as well as the accompanying utensils, before shuffling over to his bed. Thanatos was up before him, as usual, not that it was a bother to Conner at all. Quite the contrary, he was glad at least one of them wasn't in the habit of sleeping in. Slumping down again he drew the blanket over him like a cloak and pulled out one of the few books Nuriko had managed to allow him. He'd found out pretty quickly that while he may have been able in the past, since he'd rejoined the world of the living, he'd become illiterate. It frustrated the older kirin, because he recalled that he did know how to read, he must have, so why did these letters seem strange? He hadn't told Nuriko about this of course, he didn't want to admit weakness, he was a Kirin! Kirin's didn't admit weakness to other races, granted he had vented some of that frustration to Thanatos in hushed whispers so the guard wouldn't hear. He lazily flipped open to one of the pages and started "reading". He'd "read" this chapter of this book before, but when you're stuck in a cell all day, what else was there to do? One could only sleep so much, and heckling the guards would get them nowhere, no matter how interesting seeing the other horses reactions was. He grunted to himself as he silently ate some spoonfuls of rice. His eyes would occasionally drift to either Thanatos or the guard, Isamu. The former because he liked to keep tabs as to how his fellow kirin was doing, the latter because well, he occasionally caught the common horse sneaking glances at him or the other kirins in the cells.
It was a few minutes before his ears caught wind of approaching hoof beats. Piecing both the timing of the approaching figures and the amount of time that passed since the food had been given, he judged it would most likely be Nuriko. Though, were his hoof steps echoing more than usual today? And were those... voices? Or were his ears deceiving him?
"We've got company." He said simply, almost in a bored manner, brown eyes not leaving the page he was "reading."
Maybe today would finally be interesting.
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 18, 2017 8:30:58 GMT -6
Raksha|Breim|Outsider
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness
Can show you the light
This was the dumbest thing she had done since her rebirth, maybe even the dumbest thing in her entire life. Hard to say when you can’t remember anything of it.
The large kirin mare was walking through a narrow tunnel for something that already felt like hours. With her teke she held a small, glowing stone before her to find her way in the darkness. The walls of the tunnel widened and narrowed steadily, and at some points she had trouble not to accidentally break her horns of.
The tunnel would end beneath the Royal Palace.
To be more precise, in the jail.
Hopefully in an unlocked cell. At least that's what that dolled up unicorn had told her. To her own surprise, the King’s Guide had helped her, for whatever reason, to remain hidden from the guards eyes during the last three months. Nuriko had brought her food and warm blankets, even some books at several occasions. And know he had asked her to come to the jail, not to lock her away, but to help her kin.
He hadn’t told her any details, but after some time of consideration she had decided to trust him.
The blue roan have had enough chances to reveal her whereabouts to the guards, so hopefully this today wouldn’t be a trap either.
Not much later, Raksha reached the end of the tunnel. Soon she would know if this was a good idea.
With her teke she grabbed some loose stones, to widen the rupture in the cells wall, so that she would fit through. In doing so, she tried to be as quiet as possible, to no alarm the guards. Then, amongst a cloud of dust, she stepped into the empty cell and looked around. The cell besides hers on the other hand, wasn’t empty at all. She didn’t know what she expected, but Raksha have had the slight hope to recognize at least on of them. The kirin mare were disappointed, nevertheless was it good to finally see some other members of her kin. It was so wrong, them being locked away behind bars. A kirin was no prisoner.
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 20, 2017 6:34:35 GMT -6
 THANATOSBriem Outsider
Ever since his rebirth, Thanatos had found it difficult to sleep. Whether it was a habit from another time, or not, Thanatos couldn't say but with the strangeness of the world he found himself in, who could blame him? The nights he spent in the tunnels were uncomfortable and cold. Often times he'd have been harassed by curious or frightened equines. Some would call into the tunnels, making noise while others threw things at him. Thanatos had built up his own defence against that by becoming the monster in the dark they all feared. But there had rarely been a quiet moment for him while there. Even after the guards had come and locked him away in the cell, Thanatos couldn't rest. It was quieter here, much less boisterous with the only noises coming from his cellmate, guard and the occasional visitor. Still, it wasn't enough. The only real comfort he had was the little gold orbs of light he'd managed to conjure up here and there with what he believed was a blessing from Ignacio. That helped to ease his restless body, but only slightly.
His ears twitched as the guard walked down the hall and he listened the entire way until the guard had pushed food into their cell and had walked all the way back. His cellmate, Connor, arose at the sound of food and perhaps in any other situation Thanatos might have been amused by the notion. "Did you sleep well?" Thanatos asked, absently taking the food Connor had offered him and set it aside. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Connor made himself comfortable, flipping through a book that the unicorn had given him. It was an odd gesture and Thanatos couldn't help but wonder if that damned unicorn was up to something.
He sighed, blowing heavily through his nostrils as movement up ahead pricked his attention way before Connor spoke up. His icy eyes were locked where the guard stood, waiting to see who it was. ...  ... Word Count: 336 Post 1 |
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 21, 2017 9:48:18 GMT -6
balthamel
silvertongue told me to
believe in the truth
Balthamel still hadn’t been sleeping. With the arrival of that group, he now had immediate, ridiculous, and constant responsibilities. During the first while of their life in Breim as “Breimians,” Balthamel kept only the most pressing of appointments. Paranoid that anything that bounced out of their mouth (and a few were, in fact, enthusiastic talkers) would immediately give them away, he couldn’t stand to not be there to know exactly the extent of the damage that he’d then be controlling. The few times he’d accompanied them on excursions had been a trainwreck. After “Ichiro” flounced past a few merchants, snatching items off their carts with just a “thank you,” Balthamel realized that he’d have to explain even the most basic of life concepts to the kid--such as the fact that money was used to pay for things and most people did not just get them for free.
Then there was the matter of Aginor. Since their arrival, Balthamel had been launching a concerted campaign on his Breimian counterpart. All attacks or pleas seemed to slide off his ears like water and slicked neatly away. Cyndane needed to know. It was inconceivable, if they were discovered here, that whoever had ordered that attack would not assume this entire attempt to hide was her design. She’d pay the same price as any of them and had to know the danger. But, due to the high likelihood of that fear coming to fruition if he himself were ever to leave and let his wards run free, Balthamel couldn’t bring himself to make the journey back to Aodh. It also wasn’t the type of thing you’d put in a letter.
Aginor, though. Aginor could go.
He shot a look at the Breimian ambassador as they all descended into the prison. The only look that he got back was one of frustrating passivity. Annoyed, Balthamel turned his attention to the others in the group. The Kirins’ imprisonment was, of course, a tragedy. Had this been several months ago, he’d have been campaigning and lobbying fiercely for their release. Right now, he felt he’d had enough of grandiose political gestures. He scanned the offered book and blinked a couple times before echoing the scruffy mule. “We’ve read it. How can we help?”
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Post by Disastercorn on Dec 24, 2017 1:37:28 GMT -6
NURIKO
With a small breath, the dainty roan placed his steps carefully, slowly on the rock leading down into the dungeon. Instead of answering right away, he came to stand before the door, tapping once with his hoof against the wooden blockade. The guard quickly answered, opening the door. Nuriko stepped in first, allowing the others to fill the space before he gestured to the one on duty to leave. "Thank you for your services. You may take the rest of the day off, as per my word" The guard hesitated but seeing so many highly ranked equine around him, quickly stepped away and out the door. Having the keen sense to make sure the guard actually went up all the steps he closed the door enough and then turned to the room. Within the cell's he saw the kirin's and felt the broken one contain a third. Perfect.
Tossing his head back, teke moving to smooth his mane he took a deep breath. "Good morning all. I have... Shown a passage I found last night pertaining to this capture to my herd mates here. What I am thinking, means little without help. In order to release these kirin's from these cells and give those still free some freedom still, we need to vouch for them, take them into our households and care for them as if they where our herd mates from the beginning." With a small breath he square his stance and holds his head high.
"I am saying, we can free them while following the ancient laws of Briem."
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 28, 2017 18:10:31 GMT -6
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Maybe I could live without it, maybe I could let it go.
Boy you know I got a habit, chasing all the broken roads.
A small wuff of amusement passed her lips as Balthamel shot her a look of undisguised contempt, thoroughly unperturbed by the gesture. She had lived in a predominantly male-driven society all of her life, so it was hardly anything new to be looked down upon, even in a place such as this.
Side-eyeing the Aodhian Emissary, she noted that the King’s Guide was not the only one who could use several more hours rest. Did no one actually sleep around here?
Cocking a hind leg in a feigned bid of confidence, Clarke pried into the matter once again. For a herd so hellbent on snubbing outsiders, he seemed unnaturally keen to take their side.
“Forgive me, Nuriko, but neither myself nor Balthamel are permanent citizens here, merely guests…” She let the words hang in the air, almost waiting for someone to interrupt her out of habit. Expecting it.
When no one did, she took in a deep breath and continued. “And even if we were to consider putting our careers on the line for the sake of aiding presumed criminals, I would ask to know what exactly the accused stand behind bars for.”
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Dec 28, 2017 18:35:48 GMT -6
Conner|Outcast
"I slept as well as anyone could expect for being confined. What about you? Did you get any sleep?" Conner said, registering his cellmate had spoken to him. He flicked his brown gaze over to Thanatos in the corner, who the kirin had registered had been watching him for a moment while he was pretending to read. As the voices grew louder, Conner's ears flicked backwards, they were distracting when he was trying to understand the unintelligible scribbles on the page. He sighed in resignation as he heard Nuriko's voice telling the guard to take the day off, shutting the book with an audible snap of pages smacking together. Looks like he wouldn't be figuring out any more of this today.
Not that I've made any headway in the first place. Stupid scribbles of the common equine. He thought, huffing in mild disgust.
In silence the kirin shuffled to be in better position to take in the words Nuriko was saying, as well as the sight of the other equine around the unicorn. He made a mental note of each one that he looked upon. One was the color of stone, white markings splattered across her frame like someone had dunked her in a vat of white paint. Other than her larger than average ears, Conner found her to be lacking of any special features that would mark her as anything other than a common horse. Next he noticed the other common horse, though, at first, Conner wasn't even sure what he was looking at. A coat of dark brown, but this equine's head was a dark black, with tendrils of the same color snaking down the neck, and with the oddest golden eyeballs dotting each one, and a final eyeball marked in the center of the forehead between two seemingly glowing orange eyes. Surely this horse was some strange breed he'd never seen before or heard of. Yes, that was the only true explanation to that. The third horse was bigger than the other three, a dark grey with an even darker mane. The fins sprouting from his back displayed a hippocampus heritage, and aside from the one with eyes all over, was the most interesting in appearance to the older kirin. The idea of a horse who was able to shift themselves into a fish hybrid when in water, utterly fascinating.
However, it was Nuriko's words that held his attention the most. A way for them to get out of these cages? To walk freely? It seemed almost too good to be true. His thoughts wandered to what Thanatos had told him about the outside world. A place where you were treated like less than dirt, sent sinister looks from the other equine, Conner wouldn't put assault onto their person past them either based on the stories. In his musings, he overheard a question poised by the rather plain looking mare.
"For being Kirin." He spoke, aloud this time, so the others could hear. With a jerk, he rose to his full height with the clack of hooves against the stone floor. The blanket slipped from his back, revealing dulled, purplish blue scales that spread over his back and haunches. His antlered head met the smaller mare's eyes. "That's what for." There was a fire in the stallions eyes, not because he was angry, no, but because he saw a chance at freedom and he intended to take it. However, he had questions first.
"Nuriko," he began, his gaze shifted from Clarke to Nuriko. "If what you say is true, how can you insure that me and my fellows will not be harassed by the common folk? My friend here has told me of how he was treated before being locked up, and it's deplorable. If I'm to leave here, I want to leave with the promise that I will not be accosted verbally or physically as I go about my day." He said, stamping a cloven hoof on the ground at the end as if to enunciate his point. He wasn't afraid that he couldn't handle himself, he just couldn't be bothered to even deal with them, and would rather avoid it if possible.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 8:23:40 GMT -6
 aginor
do i have power?
Nuriko's apparent change of heart was puzzling to Aginor. The King's Guide had found an ally in Aginor during his crusade to keep Breim safe from the upheaval that the resurrected Kirins brought with them. Aginor had been in Valore (dealing with upheaval on a much larger scale) at the time that the kirins were seized by the government, but the news had been welcome enough anyway. His personal feelings about the kirins aside, Breim's division had only grown deeper since their sudden appearance. People were living in fear, fear caused extreme reactions. Breim could not tolerate that kind of volatility now.
He ignored Balthamel's challenging glances -- he knew precisely what was bothering his Aodhian counterpart, but tucked Aodh's issues into a different part of himself for the moment -- and stepped forward to examine Nuriko's findings. The Consul did not look at the Kirins in their cages, but his gaze drifted to Clarke to nod affirmatively. It was not in Aginor's nature to make his opinions plain, but Nuriko seemed to be behaving irrationally. His actions would have dire consequences.
"Releasing these Kirins into Breim would be a mistake." Aginor's words were unemotional. He stepped back from the dusty tome without flinching, settling to stand with his back to the cells. "They aren't Breimian. Your sudden compassion aside, our home is a closed system. It wouldn't survive an influx of outsiders."
He quirked a brow and added matter-of-factly: "If they go anywhere, it should be the surface."
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 3, 2018 6:15:58 GMT -6
THANATOSBriem Outsider
"Some," he lied. Through the iron bars of his cell, Thanatos kept his eye on the guard as he did most days. It was mostly out of habit, or atleast he thought it was. But as time had gone on and his days in these cells had become long and drawn out, Thanatos found it fascinating to watch the behaviour of these other equines. The guard wasn't looking in their direction at all, but Thanatos knew that they knew he was watching them. Occasionally the guard would look up at him, and to see how uncomfortable it made them was satisfying to say the least. This time however, Thanatos's eyes were on the wooden door.
The silver-tongued unicorn emerged and Thanatos was suprised to see he was not alone. Now this, was different. This got his attention. Raising his head high, he stared through the iron bars and listened intently to what was being said. His eyes roamed over the unicorn's company, taking in the unimpressive equines with a critical eye. The kirin scoffed, loudly, when Nuriko spoke of freeing them. "Since when do you care about freeing us? Were you not the one who got us locked up in the first place?" Thanatos growled, narrowing his icy gaze as he looked over the gathered equines. He'd grown used to the cold shoulders and blatant disrespect he recieved from the Briemian's. The only slither of any kind of kindness they had been shown was the fact that they hadn't left them to rot down here in their cells. To trust this sudden change of heart would be foolish. Surely this was just another trap.
Beside him Conner stood, watching their company as keenly as he was. The other kirin had not experienced being outcast by hundreds of equines as Thanatos had, so did not share the same anger that fueled Thanatos's distrust of these equines as he did. "I wouldn't hold your breath on that one," Thanatos spoke mostly to Conner. "In fact, I wouldn't hold out any hope that this is real at all. More like another practical joke." His eyes roamed to the one with the strange eye markings. That one hadn't even looked in their direction and had made certain to keep their back to the kirins. Thanatos was so used to it now that he didn't bat an eye, but what he said did catch his attention. The surface?
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 6, 2018 2:17:48 GMT -6
Raksha|Breim|Outsider
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness
Can show you the light
She watched how Nuriko lead some other horses, all strangers to her, into the dungeon. The large mare had only been here for a few minutes, but she already hated it. Breim itself was a terrible place and the life beneath the surface, far away from Ignacios light was already bad enough. This cell however was even worse. She felt trapped, even tho she knew that the cell door wasn’t locked.
She felt sorry for her fellow Kirins, which were already locked away in here for months.
Little by little she started to eye the strangers up and down. This was a weird time to be reborn into.
Raksha listened to all of them, keeping her own thoughts to herself for the moment. So Nuriko really wanted to free them. This was absolutely insane, but she had to admit that she trusted him. After all he had done for her.
She lifted her head and turned her gaze towards the black Kirin. “I understand your distrust into the King’s Guide, I really do. But this will probably be the only and best chance we get to regain our freedom. I hate saying this, but I trust him. Nuriko helped me to remain unnoticed by the Guards during the last months. Without his help, I’d be in the same place as you.”
With this words, the mare opened her cell door and walked out of it. In doing so, she had to lower her head to not accidentally interlock her antlers with the cell bars.
The cells clearly aren’t build for large horses like her.
After lifting her head up again, she looked at the strange horse with the eye tattoos. “I don’t know you, but I agree with you. We can’t stay here. In Breim is no room for us.”
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 6, 2018 9:12:44 GMT -6
balthamel
silvertongue told me to
believe in the truth
Balthamel had been raised a proper Aodhian with every ounce of due awe for the kirins that sat behind bars here or had come in with them. The entire race was something out of legend and epics and he was appalled at the Breimian desire to insult them with imprisonment. At the same time, it also meant they were safe from the streets. Intellectually, Balthamel understood the Breimian fear of Ignacio’s creations. With their, in his opinion--misguided, views that Ignacio was nearly as much a god of death as of fire (if they even separated the two) such apprehension was to be expected. The recent fire, caused by an Aodhian royal’s stupidity, had done nothing to curb this conviction among the populace.
Also, Balthamel had quite enough on his plate already. He didn’t need a crusade.
Balthamel nodded at the mule’s words and waited patiently while the others, including Aginor, aired their concerns. “Ambassador...Clarke, is it?” he stopped briefly for affirmation and to shoot a welcoming smile at the Warforged’s representative before continuing, “is perfectly correct. If you're intending to do this legally--and I don't see any lockpicks about so I hope you are--we can't be of any use. We aren't Breimian. You and Aginor would be the only available hosts here.”
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 8, 2018 12:44:54 GMT -6
NURIKO
This was a mess.
His hair was a mess, his posture was a mess, he wasn't even wearing his robes. The usually proud and put together unicorn was coming apart at the seams. The equines standing close to him, the ones not in the cells where giving him information his mind wanted to throw out. He knew they where not true Briemians. But he had had hope that they could help. That hope was slowly vanishing with each and every breath from his exhausted frame.
The nail in his coffin came before he could even address Conner. Aginor. His trusted ally in the crusade to rid the kirins from their home and now, somehow, they stood on opposite sides. Tired blue eyes lifted to look at the tattooed herd mate, leaving his mind in shreds. What was he doing... Why was he betraying everything he knew for these equines who had ripped into existence within his home. For all he knew, they could have been the very ones to destroy his ancestors in the God's War all those centuries ago.
If Raksha had not appeared as she had, the unicorn probably would have sided with Aginor, tossing his book to the ground and leaving before anyone could stop him. But the soft purple hues of the mare now stepping forward from the shadows and her words of trust in him gave him back that small sliver of hope. Head shook, trying to get his mind to work, still leaning heavily on Balthamel's side as if he was the only thing keeping him from collapsing completely.
"I understand your concerns Aginor. But if we can show our herd... Our Kin that these equines are not as we imagined... That they aren't the blood thirsty nightmares our ancestors wrote about, maybe... Maybe we can change the herd's views... We cannot deny it now, more Kirins are ripping into existence with every breath we take. We need to -try- otherwise what good are we as a herd if we cannot accept even the smallest bit of change."
He paused, taking a deep breath as his knees wobbled before stepped forward to meet the ambassador on his own four legs. "Taking them to the surface would only show our cowardice, and yet we should be able to give them that choice. To stay or go. While I see your point, we cannot go against the high king's wishes unless we follow the law. That is what I am proposing." Tired eyes flickered to Raksha in a small thankful gesture before he glanced to Conner and Thanatos.
"I am sorry, but right now there is nothing I can promise in regards to your questions. Unfortunately you are the kin of our nightmares, our dashed ancestors lives and hopes. We live deep within these caves because of what your kin did to our herd so long ago. Because of that many of the herd hold animosity and distrust towards Kirins. Myself included until recently." Eyes flickered down as he felt his strength wavering and moved to step into the wall to steady himself. "I gain nothing by helping you from these cells. In fact I could lose everything. I don't even understand my intentions right now, only that it feels like the right thing to do. Something is driving me forward inside me and I only hope I survive it." The unicorns body shook as the chill of the wall brought some life back into his frame.
Nuriko was trying. If only Suki could see him now...
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Post by Queerly on Jan 9, 2018 8:15:56 GMT -6
As the last words fall from Nuriko's lips, the room's energy becomes electric, the scent of ozone growing thick and coppery, cloying just at the back of the throat. There is no immediate source to blame, though a mind or two perhaps drifts to the kirins, blessed as they are with Ignacio's lightning. But everything is still - until, that is, the ceiling begins to collapse, great chunks of rock careening to the floor and hitting the ground with an audible thud that shakes the bones.
Panic is immediate, further inflamed by the loss of your exit. Yet you notice, with whatever amount of rationality is left to you, that no one is hurt. The rocks cleave through your bodies like ghosts, leaving an oily cold where they pass through.
Above you, the earth rumbles.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 15:09:11 GMT -6
aginor
do i have power?
What had possessed Nuriko? Aginor ignored the words of the Kirins (it wasn't easy to do; it was almost as if he could feel the heat of their fiery breaths at his back) and kept his eyes focused on the King's Guide and the ambassadors he had rudely summoned at this early hour. Balthamel was right; the foreign dignitaries had nothing to do with this, and the embarrassment of a high-ranking official dragging them into Breim affairs was making Aginor's head spin.
He was still dealing with the headache of the last king he'd watched defied. His heart hadn't stopped racing since he'd left Valore with Amadeus in tow. For the first time in a long time, his composure slipped. "If I may have a word," Aginor's voice was tight, his eyes narrowed as he crowded Nuriko out of the circle. He continued in hushed tones, advancing on Nuriko to try and move him away from the other diplomats and into a private reprimand. He couldn't have cared less about what the Kirins heard. "Have you completely lost your mind? Old law or not, you're undermining the High King's direct order." His quiet intensity was such that he wasn't slowed by the change in the air. He didn't seem to notice. "And you bring foreigners -- outsiders -- into your plan first? You go telling these prisoners that they will be freed before you consult anyone. This isn't how things are done."
He faltered for a moment as his mouth tasted of metal. He pressed on. "You aren't being courageous, you're being an idiot. You're seconds away from being a traitor." If there was anything Aginor hated, it was bad planning. "Go home. I need to fix this."
The sudden collapse made his eyes widen, even the golden tattoos on his neck that always moved to mimic his face. He braced instinctively for an impact that never came, and stared about himself in stunned terror for a moment. After a few moments of ragged breathing, he turned his attention to the cages. Illusions. Lightning. The gifts of Ignacio. "What are you doing?" he asked of the caged prisoners, his calculated calm slowly returning.
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Post by DawnsComing on Jan 11, 2018 8:18:03 GMT -6
Darkness surrounds you, an empty void swallowing reality leaving nothing but yourself and your companions.The world had ceased to exist. The quiet jail, the flicking lights of the lanters hanging from the cavern walls, the cold metal of the cells, it was now gone. The rumbling, the falling of rocks and the immense panic that had set it, also gone.
Were you dead? Was this the afterlife?
As you look at each other for answers, the light sent of incense touches your nose. Bells tinkle, singing soft songs from some distant place. Before you can register what is happening, your void is filled with stars and a figure shifts into view. The equines form stads tall, much larger than any equine you have known before. Thier coat gltters like the cosmos as it fades into view and three eyes now stare at the small group.
Argus
The god stands, first facing the Ambassadors and then the Kirin. Their eye's are stern, brow furrowed in a way that makes you uneasy yet you can nt rip your gaze from theirs. As they begin to speak, their words fill the space around you as if they are all that exists.
"Mortal children, seekers of truth, I understand you wish to find answers to the turmoil of this world. But truth can not always be found between the binding of books. There is much you have yet to learn as you face the future of this herd." |
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 12, 2018 6:09:08 GMT -6
THANATOSBriem Outsider
Thanatos flattened his ears at the response of the kirin beside him. He hadn't taken notice of her before and he had no idea where she had come from but in that moment it didn't seem to matter. To trust anyone but another kirin felt wrong to him, filthy almost. He couldn't imagine putting his faith in anyone else. Especially when all they had done was treat them with about as much respect as a pack of rabid wyverns. Even if Nuriko had looked after this kirin, the unicorn hadn't extended the same rationality and respect to the rest of them. He just didn't understand it. It didn't make any sense to him how she could trust him. Unless she knew something he didn't. Thanatos watched her step out of the cell she was in and reached out to give his own cell door a gentle, faithless push. All he got back was the familiar resistance of the locked door and he gritted his teeth, his long prehensile tail sweeping across the floor making an eerie shush sound.
Of course he hadn't expected it to suddenly have unlocked itself, that was about as ridiculous as this situation was getting, but feeling the resistance only made him grow even more agitated. Thanatos glanced at Conner, trying to hold onto the last shred of his patience as he listened to Nuriko's words. Conner had a weird calming presence for Thanatos, whether the other kirin knew it or not. The familiarity of having another kirin in with him reminded him that this was all in fact very real and that he had to tread with more care. Still, Nuriko's repeating of the vague stories Briemian's told of kirins being the cause of them living in caves only added to the wave of building frustration and his head snapped back to the unicorn. His antlers rattled along the iron bars as he did and his icy eyes narrowed. The hair on his back seemed to rise and he could feel something...strange in the air. Thanatos couldn't shake the familiarity of it, like he'd felt it before...somewhere. Snorting, he returned his attention to the unicorn.
"And what was it that our kin did that was so terrible?" Thanatos could feel his voice rising with each word, speaking over the equine with the strange markings on his skin. He rose a leg, preparing to slam it into the ground to release the growing frustrated energy inside of him. He opened his mouth to speak once more, but his frustration turned into shock as great chunks of ceiling slammed into the ground. He flinched as he felt the air whoosh and the felt the giant slabs of rock shake the ground, expecting to feel pain, expecting to see blood, to hear cries of horror...only to realise moments later that none of that came. Thanatos opened his eyes, staring across the room and feeling eyes on them. The one with the eye balls was the first to respond and Thanatos growled. "That is not us."
Just as he says those words they are plunged into darkness. Suddenly everything ceased to exist. The familiar irons bars were gone, the rock ceiling disappeared...nothing of their world remained. Again that dreadful sense of familiarity surrounded him. Thanatos looked across at the others, feeling oddly vulnerable now the walls and bars were gone. It was strange how used to them he'd become. Suddenly stars begin to fill the void but that was not the thing that made his mouth clench shut and his entire body freeze as though a bolt of lightning had struck him.
A feeling of dread filled him as he stood nearly face-to-face with Argus. The God's words filled his mind and all that exsisted was them and Argus.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 13, 2018 21:24:03 GMT -6
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Maybe I could live without it, maybe I could let it go.
Boy you know I got a habit, chasing all the broken roads.
Clarke’s brows furrowed at Conner’s blatant display of scales; the bloody rack that graced his head made it clear as to what he was, giving her no further grasp upon the situation. She knew Breimians were naturally suspicious of outsiders, but going so far as to imprison them without due cause? It seemed unlikely.
Her gaze flicked from face to face as the discussion continued, and she couldn’t help but scoff at the kirins’ presumptuous attitudes. Onea had taught her respect was to be earned, not freely given to those who demanded it…
and quite frankly, for those with armour plated hides, their skin seemed awfully thin.
Things finally started to come to light when Nuriko became more forthcoming with the herd’s suspicions, though she still couldn’t shake the feeling he was keeping something from them -but what?-
However, she didn’t end up having the time to ask before Aginor went off to reprimand the unicorn, and the room around them crumbled in upon itself.
Clarke barely had time to react when she was taken back to a situation she had been in not all that long ago, cowering at the sight of rocks falling and backing into a corner, eyes wide and fear glazing over them.
The mule could taste iron on her tongue and her instincts screamed at her to run, to bolt from the room without a second thought, only to watch as their exit was neatly cut off. She swung her head around violently, expecting to see bodies of the fallen...
only to be swept away by stardust, and find a God poised serenely before them.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 14, 2018 17:12:24 GMT -6
NURIKO
Eyes flashed to Agnior, in too much of a daze and stunned state to really stop himself from being herded away from the gathering. But his stance would soon solidify before the tattooed male, his own eyes narrowing as he breathed out hard through his nose. Eye brows narrowed down just slightly, his eyes slitting as he regarded his former friend with destane now. "Watch your tone, fellow kin." He warned, head curling forward to look the ambassador in the eye. "I am seeking an end to this problem. By following the laws set forth by our ancestors. That is not traitorous." Words are nearly spit from his lips before squaring his stance. "All of our other ranking kin are out taking care of other matters. If these 'outsiders' as you so call them can not be trusted with our herd information then why are they granted the same rank as you Aginor." The unicorn was clearly not going to take this tongue lashing laying down. If Aginor thought that Nuriko was out of line, then the unicorn was about to show him the mirror he always had tucked away on his form.
Though the unicorns resolve crumbled instantly as the walls and ceiling started to dismantle around them. A small rear resulted, in too much of a shock to do much else. Yet as he felt a large stone collide with his back it hit the floor instead and his form was left with the chill of the realization. Panting he looked around, eyes wide and within that same breath darkness encased him.
It was like he did exist and yet didn't at all. His breathing was gone, there was no sound... The smell was the first thing to connect his brain before seeing the sudden vast expanse of stars stretching out before him. The unicorn slowly turned his head from side to side, tangled mane nearly floating. But before his brain could question there was suddenly an immense presence overwhelming him. Hooves scrambled to turn and face the overwhelming essence only to feel his eyes fall wide.
Argus...
His knee struck the ground, form bending in a low long bow. Body trembled under the immensity of his presence, unsure if he should even speak. Had everything he had done within the last few days been wrong?
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 17, 2018 13:29:56 GMT -6
Raksha|Breim|Outcast
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness
Can show you the light
The plan was good. Nuriko’s choice of allies however seemed to be a mistake. This wasn’t going to work and that meant that she had to leave this place as soon as possible. Not long and the streets outside would be crowded with horses. Then she would have no chance of getting back to her hiding place.
The large mare was about to back away, when suddenly her fur stood on end. A smell flooded the room that seemed seldomly familiar to her. Then her worst nightmare became reality.
Images from times long gone flashed before her eyes, she could hear a disgusting crack from which she knew that it came from her bones.
The flashback vanished as quickly as it had come, once the room fell silent again. Her body felt cold, but she was still alive. Not like the last time that the earth had crumbled around her.
Rakshas breathing was heavy, her coat sticky from cold sweat and she cowered close above the ground.
Immediately she straightened up again, hoping that the others had been too occupied with themself to notice her awkward reaction.
But only seconds later she had other things to worry about than her pride.
From one moment to the other, everything around her had been gone, even the ground beneath her hooves. There was just...darkness. And the horses around her.
The kirin was about to open her mouth to express her confusion, when the scent of incense filled her nostrils. A strange song chimed in her ears and made her breath go slower, more relaxed than before.
It was like the quiet before the storm.
And the storm came, in the form of Argus.
There was no way to turn her eyes away from them. She wanted to, but she couldn’t. She just couldn’t.
The gods words hit the mark. Raksha yearned to find answers to all her question, but she doubted that Argus would give them to her.
Her legs were still trembling from the panic attack that she had only a few minutes ago, but she still tried to keep her head high, her posture proud. She would not bow before one of Ingacio’s siblings.
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Post by DawnsComing on Jan 18, 2018 8:44:03 GMT -6
"You wish to know the legacy of the past...," their gaze looked through the Kirin, resting on the forms of the Ambassadors and King's Guide. Argus felt a deep fury when looking upon the scaled equine, followed by the sorrow they had caused so many generations ago.
"Then you shall see-"
Nostril's flared as a bright light shone from Argus' third eye, blinding all in their presence. Without warning, the void turned to flames and the ground became solid once more. Fire licked at their bellies but did not burn the skin. Intense heat smothered the group as smoke choked their lungs. With a stamp of the god's hoof, the flames parted from the equine revealing much more than the void where they had once stood.
Before them was a great city, a city now crumbling from the heat of the fires that engulfed it. Debris littered the stone paths beneath their hooves along with the bodies of fallen ancients. Screams filled the air, distant and unseen yet still piercing as it touched their ears. The group quickly found they could not move from where they stood, stuck as the world around them continued to move with chaos. Visions of horses ran past, many burned beyond recognition and some looking as though they may have already been dead.
A distant cry caught the groups attention as it echoed through the ruins. It was not like the screams of those who fled from the fires or from those who cried out in pain. No, this was a war cry. Through the smoke they came, shoulder to shoulder as they moved through the city. Though their forms were hard to make out in the dancing light of the flames and murkiness of the smog, it was clear these were not simple horses. Antlers of varying shapes and hides that glittered in the light as it bounced off their shoulder: these were kirin.
A young foal scrambled through the destruction heading for the group as it ran from the invaders. Their long legs moved awkwardly over the uneven ground, stumbling over fallen parts of buildings. In their haste, they tripped over the body of one who had not been so fortunate, tumbling to the ground head first. By now the Kirins had come into plain sight, standing just yards away from the foal and the equines forced to watch this unfold. The child cowered, eye's wide with tears as they knew their chance of escape had passed. As the army moved forward, the child tried desperately to find their feet, to make one last effort to flee the oncoming kirin but to no avail. From the mouths of the scaled army, great streams of fire shot toward the child engulfing them until only ash remained.
"You wished to know the truth of your past," Argus now turned to face the Kirin beside him, the god's coat dark with contempt. No longer did the stars glitter cross their pelt but were replaced with the searing gaze of a thousand eyes. The God of Arcane scowled before turning back to the others in their presence. Their voiced boomed, shaking the world of the vision as more debris came crashing down around them. "These kirin are not simply the ancestors of those who slaughtered the horses of Kin, they are the very same. There is blood on their hooves and should you choose to forget that, then they may very well destroy the herd you call your own!"
As Argus' words faded so too did the world as it came down upon them. Kin began to topple taking the group and the god with it. Darkness engulfed them once again until suddenly they were back in the jail beneath the Palace of Nariah. And where Argus once stood the young King Hajime now took their place.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Jan 19, 2018 2:52:51 GMT -6
Conner|Outcast
When the eyeball covered horse turned their back to the kirins without much of a thought, the kirin only rolled his eyes. The feeling of dislike was mutual. His ears turned to focus on Thanatos as his cellmate muttered to him to not get his hopes up. Nuriko's words following them didn't make his cellmates words any better. "I suppose you're right." The middle aged stallion muttered, ears falling flat against his skull. He realized it seemed their only true... resource, if you could call it that, was Nuriko. His amber eyes looked over to the third kirin he didn't recognize nor realize existed, until her massive frame pushed open the cell door and stepped out. Hope flared in his chest that maybe, just maybe, their cell was open too. Then that hope was dashed as Thanatos pressed against the cage door, and found it didn't budge.
He didn't pay much attention to the words of the others, as pretty soon after, the place began smelling of ozone. The smell was familiar to Conner, though from when he couldn't recall. He couldn't recall a lot of things these days. It would be an understatement to say he flinched when the rocks began falling, he visibly jumped out of the way. Another rock he wasn't aware of 'collided' with his backside, but instead of smashing his bones and breaking his back, it passed harmlessly through. "What's going on?" the words tumbled breathlessly from his mouth as he stepped closer to Thanatos, Scaled shoulder pressed against his dark coat. There was only time for the same eyeball covered horse to accuse them of being the cause, and for Thanatos to rebuke, before the world seemed to just...
stop existing.
As the void surrounded all, the powerful scent of incense overwhelmed the kirin's nostrils as the soft chime of bells rung in his ears. He was about to open his mouth to ask what happens when the void seems to congeal and form a large, starry equine figure. Larger than life, with three piercing eyes. A strong sense of unease tinged with dread reverberated through Conner's very being as the diety's eyes met his. Words, not spoken, just known, filled his mind to the point of unthinking, and he found himself unable to look away. Had he been able to think, he would have noticed the shaking of the knees, that he was leaning most of his weight into Thanatos in an almost fear like response. He didn't register the reactions of the others, only the overwhelming presence of the god before him.
Then, the god turned his words to the kirins, and the world changed again.
Words failed to properly explain the sheer destruction and bloodshed that assaulted his senses in the moments following Argus's vision of the gods war. What was this? He didn't remember this. This wasn't right, none of this was right. When his eyes fell upon the young foal, his heart hurt for it. Sure, it wasn't a kirin, but no child, kirin or otherwise, deserved to see such carnage around them. The Kirin appeared, marching, seemingly unfeeling, nay, the kirins simply opened their mouths and streams of fire spewed, rendering the child ash in a matter of minutes. Conner had hardly a moment to register before the scene faded. Argus's form appeared again, only now he was more frightening, pelt dark, covered with thousands of eyes, all looking at them. The world seemed to crumble around them as the god's voice spoke, nay, roared, inside Conners mind. He shut his eyes and suddenly became aware of the burning sensation of tears rolling in streams down his cheeks. He was one of them? One of the kirin that had killed the ancestors of the equine before him in such a heartless and unforgiving way?
He fell to his knees as the world returned, burying his face in his hooves, muttering to himself. "I'm not a killer, this is wrong, I'm not a killer..." over and over. Yet, each time he spoke, he believed his own words less. To the others, his collapse might almost look as if he was bowing to the high king, but in truth, he hadn't even noticed the king had arrived. He could hardly register anything other than the roaring of the blood in his own ears and the hot, wet tears that continued to roll down his cheeks. He didn't want to believe what he'd seen, that he was capable of such acts. This had to be a trick, it must be.
And yet, what would a god gain, from lying?
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 20, 2018 0:32:09 GMT -6
balthamel
silvertongue told me to
believe in the truth
Balthamel had felt a god's presence all his life. Cyndane's devotion had granted him favor from his god in the very womb. Since the moment of birth, he had carried Ignacio’s Blessing, from sparks and colors as a babe to creating images throughout childhood. She instilled that same devotion in him, growing up. He was a frequent visitor to the sanctums, speaking to flamen in private audiences about his personal and spiritual development.
Balthamel had always associated grandeur with gods.
As such, the awe-inspiring spectacle of Argus’s appearance had a familiarity in its grandiosity. Used to the incense laden worship of the Sanctum, he had never quite felt, or perhaps did not have the nuance to perceive, Argus’s presence in the shrines here. It seemed, like with everything they did, Breim worshipped in a more subtle way.
This, however, was pageantry.
The showman in him, once he got over shying queasily from the rocks tumbling through his body, admired the turn of it as he studied the visions. He had accustomed himself to the Breim narrative of events when he’d prepared to come here, allowing him to disconnect initially and instinctively from the truth shown. He’d been assured by Flamen after Flamen of his faith and it wouldn’t be shaken that easily.
But the visions continued.
There was an earnestness to them that was hard to shake off, even as Balthamel invented more and more convoluted convictions or defenses in his mind. It was hard to retain the actual detail of them as he grappled with the overall concept. As they ceased, the arcane god made his final pronouncement and vanished with a last bit of theater.
Unsettled, Balthamel locked the revelations away to be confessed and detangled by a more seasoned religious devotee upon his return to Valore. In the absence of any possible regular plan, he fell back on habit. With the notice of Hajime, he bowed courteously, hoping the king could put an end to this circus and that he could get back home and get a much needed drink.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 21, 2018 0:17:28 GMT -6
NURIKO
This was all more then he could handle right now. As the god spoke again, his god, the unicorn felt a type of fear he hadn't felt before consume him. Fire encased him, a rear pushing his front legs off the ground as he tried to get away from the flames licking and reaching for the dainty limbs. Lungs filled with smoke, choking and stealing his breath. This was how he was going to die. Argus was going to fry him... Yet within that same long lasting moment the god moved and split the flames.
Nuriko's heart raced, his body shaking and the unease of it all not lost to his frantic mind. Seeing the scene play out before him in a way that he could not believe to be fake, the unicorn felt his stomach drop to his hooves and the blood leave his face. That child... Those kirins... The kin of flame. The books had not been wrong...
As the child became encased in flame they once more became surrounded by darkness and the unicorn watched the god before them change and shift. A thousand eyes stared at him, as if penetrating his very soul and he felt his world shifting and fading. He could not do this... Everything he had been doing... Knees seared the ground as he felt his front end crumble. Forehead pressed against the starry floor, gasping for breath through the thunderous angry words. They rocked through his frail form, only driving home the point that everything he had done was wrong. When your main immortal entity practically yells that these kirins are the bringers of doom and gloom, you listen and you listen well.
A few heart beats more and suddenly the rock bit into his knees. Wide frantic eyes looked up, seeing the much smaller and less intimidating form of his king before him. Chest heaved, his breathing was heavy, uncontrolled. Had all of this really happened because of himself? Because of what he had tried to do... His god was angry with him and the unicorn could not get a grip on himself. Aginor... He had been more right then him... These beast of fire they deserved nothing from him, nothing from them. They should be locked up, contained! As eyes shifted over their forms they settled on the beige cream shadow in the far corner and his resolve broke once more.
Mairon...
Argus... How could he cause such internal turmoil inside himself?! It wasn't like he was doing anything to help the herd! They where floundering on their own and he had come and done nothing but yelled! If he had cared so much he would have given him something to go on, a path. Instead all he had done was scare them!
Stealing himself the unicorn slowly rose, legs shaky even under his resolve and using the blue teke he picked up the book forgotten on the floor by his hooves. "My king..." Nuriko could feel the waver in his voice but he had come too far now to give up. He had too much to lose. "We where just having a discussion about an old law book I found regarding the kirin here within our home. The law says in order to release these kirin's from these cells and give those still free some freedom still, we need to vouch for them, take them into our households and care for them as if they where our herd mates from the beginning." ." Might as well cut straight to the point. Maybe the king could give them more of a path then Argus had. He opened the book to the page he had found and waited. He knew Aginor was ready to strike, but Argus was wrong. The times had changed and these kirin clearly did not remember, at least from Conner's reaction.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 21, 2018 3:34:32 GMT -6
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Maybe I could live without it, maybe I could let it go.
Boy you know I got a habit, chasing all the broken roads.
She had come here to get away from death, from grief, not be subject to a massacre.
The ambassador could only watch on in horror as the scene before them unfolded, forcing them to relive the past and making her be witness to yet another atrocity.
Illusions of fire twisted and danced around their bodies, whilst the ash that burned her lungs felt all too real. Kirins in their thousands emerged from the smoke, engulfing all who crossed their path in flames.
They burned even those who could not fight, and those who would not.
Traces of her blessing flickered and died at the sight, trying desperately to reach out and send aid, but she could do nothing, nothing.
Tears stained her cheeks, and she uttered a single, choked cry as the child's life was snuffed out without a second thought before her mind shut off completely, trying desperately to disconnect from what she was seeing.
It could have all an elaborate hoax but... she did not doubt Argus' integrity.
Clarke looked sadly back towards the King’s Guide as she heard him struggle to regain his feet, watching as his eyes darted to another who had remained a silent party throughout their endeavours.
She quirked a brow at the sudden action, finding herself appalled at how quickly his convictions fell away as he reiterated his broken cause to the King, and then a single thought struck her.
Love made you do incredibly stupid things.
“… you’ve been intimate with one of them, haven’t you?”
It was the only reason she could come up with that fit Nuriko’s insistence, that the kirins should still go free despite what they had just seen, and her expression soured.
“You are a fool. I will have no part in this.”
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 22, 2018 1:22:16 GMT -6
Raksha|Breim|Outsider
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness
Can show you the light
Finally, the god said something that catched her interest. One should assume that the presence of an actual god should already be enough to be attentive, but it was just something too familiar. She, and also some of her fellow kirins, seemed much calmer than the Breimians.
"You wish to know the legacy of the past...,"
Yes. This was what she had wanted from the very first moment she opened her eyes in Breim. Truth.
Many horses had tried to lecture her. Many more ridiculous stories had she found in books.
Argus was ancient, he would remember.
And so the vision swept over her.
What had been a dark, hollow void before turned into fire and ash. It was just an illusion, but Raksha still felt the heat tingling on her coat and scales.
Her ears flickered as they catched the sound of a cry, but she had already forgotten the sound when the kirins came in sight. What would maybe trigger fear in the Breimias, made her heart beat faster in excitement and joy.
Seeing Ignacios creations so magnificent and proud, not hiding, or locked away to rot in a jail, gave her a merry feeling.
The heavy, and silly, since it was still only an illusion, urge to move, to join the kirin troops became overwhelming in her.
It was her duty.
It had been his orders.
It was in her blood, her nature. Her body remembered, even if her brain couldn’t.
Only seconds before the kirin released the holy fire, her gaze fell upon the foal. Raksha hadn’t even noticed it until now.
She felt uneasy, watching it struggling to its feet, but there was no sorrow in her, when the flames enclosed the small body.
The scent of ozone filled her nostrils.
And the vision faded.
Instead, Argus came in sight once more, this time in his true form.
"These kirin are not simply the ancestors of those who slaughtered the horses of Kin, they are the very same. There is blood on their hooves and should you choose to forget that, then they may very well destroy the herd you call your own!"
The sheer power in his voice made her struggle to stay on her hooves while the world the god of Arcane had created around them faded. And so did Argus.
What remained is his words. Raksha knew that it was true. There was a whole life that she couldn’t remember but it had been lived.
She wasn’t horrified, she was angry that those memories had been taken from her.
Another voice attracted her attention. "I'm not a killer, this is wrong, I'm not a killer..."
She stood close enough to the other kirin to hear his words. Yes he was, all of them were killers. In the name of Ignacio.
And know that Argus had reminded them of that, Raksha should make sure that her escape route was still open. There was not even the smallest change that the Breimians would decide to help the Kirins now.
She was already about to go back in the tunnel that would lead her out of the prison, when Nuriko started to speak, and his words surprised her completely. Not only that she hadn’t realised that the High King was here, but the Kings Guide still tried to defend Ignacios kin.
He must be out of his mind.
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Post by DawnsComing on Jan 22, 2018 14:17:01 GMT -6
Hajime | High King The young king had awoken early, stomach uneasy as he tossed and turned beneath the sheets. Quiet blanketed the palace, threatened only by the light snore of Morgan as the bird slept atop his perch. Even as blue eye's pressed close praying for sleep it did not come and eventually, the boy rose to stare out the paned glass at the city below. Gemstone lights twinkled like stars illuminating the quiet corners of the streets with pale light. A peaceful morning and one that would be very much welcomed if it continued. But from below, a glimps of shadows moved across the courtyard disappearing near the entrance to the jail. A worried though crossed Hajime's mind, a pang of despiration fleeting as he wondered why and what this was.
Carefully, the King made his way down to the cells, the stone steps clicking as he placed each hoof against the cold earth. It was silent and dark, the hall illuminated only by the light of the stones that glowed against its walls. Had he been more awake, more aware of the dangers, the boy may have awoken a guard or at least one of his family members to accompany him. How they would scold him if they found out he had investigated alone but such worry did not cross his mind.
As Hajime reached the prisons entrance he came face to face with four equine: Nuriko, Aginor, Balthamel, and Clark. All respectable resitance of Nariah and now all pressed against the floor. The kirin too, still behind the thick metal bars of their cells, mirrored the party before him. All wide eye'd, their breaths heavy with what could have been exhaustion or fear. What had happened?
"You look as though you have seen a ghost..." The King's voice cut through the silence like a ton of bricks. For a breif heartbeat, Haji swore the scent of incense lingered in the air but it was gone before the thought even registered.
Nuriko was first to speak and his words caused Hajime's ears to pull back with alarm. This was the last thing he had expected, from his own guide none the less. It was too early for this, too early to speak of laws and Kirins and releases. But blue eyes could not help but glance in the direction of the antlered creatures, a pang of pity touching his heart followed by the all too familiar fear.
"Perhaps this is not the best hour to discuss laws..." |
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 22, 2018 19:48:53 GMT -6
THANATOSBriem Outsider
"Yes." Thanatos answered the God, his eyes locked onto Argus, expectant. That was all he had wanted to know since he woke up in Briem. What had happened, why were they here and why was there so few kirins left?
Thanatos was stone still as the space around them changed again. Visions danced before them, around them. First it was fire, glorious fire. Then a great city spread out before them, being engulfed in those flames. There was something eerily familiar about the vision, about that city and those flames. Thanatos was certain that he had seen them before...that he'd been there. He didn't know how he knew, but he just did. Distant cries filled his ears and at the sight of the kirins Thanatos felt himself straighten, come to attention. He'd marched with those kirins. He'd lead those kirins. Pride flooded him at the sight of them, the kirins were unmatched, unrivalled in their beauty. In those flames they thrived...but not everyone could survive the heat of the flames.
The vision shifted, focusing on a young foal who was trying desperately to escape. It was no use, the kirin were powerful and child too weak. He watched, unflinching as the child was engulfed in flames and felt himself hold his breath, though he knew what was to come even before the fire had ended and only ashes remained. It reminded him of how weak the other species were. He pitied that weakness and felt sad for the loss of innocence. Thanatos had always believed in an even fight, or atleast that is what he had thought he believed. Now he wasn't so sure. The visions dissapated, revealing the many eyes of the Arcane God, their gaze piercing and cold. It froze Thanatos in place as it triggered something in the back of his mind that told him to be afraid. "The very same ones..." Thanatos latched onto those words as everything faded and they were back in their own reality.
Beside him he saw Conner fall to his knees, muttering to himself. Thanatos turned and reached out with his gold teke to touch the kirins shoulder. A gentle gesture, not so much as comforting but as a reminder that he wasn't alone. He hadn't noticed the appearance of High King Hajime until the boy spoke up and Thanatos noticed Raksha pause at Nuriko's surprising words, already half way out of her escape route. After all he had seen, the unicorn was still set on his path to get them freed. But why? Thanatos moved slowly towards the iron bars once more, not missing the mule's accusing words but still felt uncertain about it all.
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