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Post by Jennycallie on Dec 14, 2017 19:07:47 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 507: Spoils of War  Team Leader: Alarik Participants: Airita, Lyssandra, Asalah, Killiah, Rita, Ula, Chekilla, Alun, Soriano, Kiger, Falric 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'DPrompt: Although a new King has been crowned in Aodh, he seems to be as keen as his predecessors to maintain the goodwill between Eithne and Onea, and has given his blessing for a group of Aodhian merchants to travel to the Onean border and trade their wares with their northern counterparts. The groups meet and set up "shop" on the Onean side of the border, with a Raider accompanying them for added protection. Location: War Lord's Road Time of Day: Mid-morning Current Weather: Light snow flurries You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by NorthernMyth on Dec 15, 2017 15:46:33 GMT -6
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Alarik | MerchantPost 1
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The group had left Valore in the early afternoon on the request of the King a few days prior. Each horse hauling a hefty wagon full of supplies, such as Medicines, Armor, Weapons, and Rations. The two or three days had been long, the group stopping in the few small towns along the way including the Whimsical town of Bloom, spending the nights in an inn on the expense of the crown.
The sky was washed in a whirling wave of gray cloud, threatening to burst at any moment. The ground and grass, hard and rough underfoot. The group had grown silent as they approached the border. The wagon’s creaking and aching as the wheels tried to traverse the sketchy landscape. Alarik let out a warm breath, piercing the chilling air before it ran away. The chestnut stallion had been leading the handful of horses and wagons over the past few days after being told direct directions thanks to Raynon. He only wished the old man had come with them as the overall anxiety of getting them lost lingered over him. Even if the instructions were drilled into his brain.
The lanky teen pulled at his hefty load, his back and legs aching. He raised his head a little, peaking back at the other’s, making sure he wasn’t leaving anyone behind. The stallion tilted his head and opened his mouth, “We should be almost there” trying to reassure them, sure they themselves would be tired and sore from the journey, wishing for it to hurry up and end. But it had also been interesting for Rik to leave Valore. After all, he had never been any further than the start of the groggy waters of Darkwater Swamp or the itching bristles of Darkfire Wood. It was all fascinating for him to go to the intricate little villages and towns. Meeting interesting equines and other merchant types along the way. Even going so far as to sneakily buying a few more storybooks for his collection. The mission wasn’t an all-around drag, to say the very least.
Alarik exhaled another breath, again a frosted cloud of air burst from his lips and dissolved before his eyes. The stallion blinked a few times, re-focusing his vision to watch ahead of him. Looking down his snout, he could see the beginning of the winding stone road as it moved uphill and into the deep forest. It wasn’t far and he could see it through the somber mist that had enveloped the group and airy grassland. “Up ahead! I see the road” The chestnut proclaimed. “If we pick up our pace a little to a trot we could be there in 10 minutes.” He was sure he heard a grumpily voiced groan from one of the mares as he flicked his ears back and forth. But by this point, he had gotten used to the reluctance. Alarik quickened his pace to a fast, open walk. Hoping the others would too. It wasn’t long before they began stepping on the smooth cobbles instead of dew-soaked grass. Rik soothed the group to a halt. “Here is good” He announced with a smile, bringing them just a little off the road to rest.
Alarik unhinged his harness from the cart to stretch, hucking a rock under the wheel. The colt shook out his coat and widened his stance as if to almost bow, returning to his cart to pick up a large flask of water before passing it to the chocolate and white coated mare, Airita with a continued smile as he began unscrewing the cap. Alariks gaze followed back to the road. Following it along till it disappeared into the tree line. “I hope we’re in the right place.” The stallion thought to himself. They had to be, right?
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villanesque
Nebula
"So that's it? What, we some kind of Starborn Alignment?"
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Post by villanesque on Dec 15, 2017 17:26:17 GMT -6
ℭ𝔥𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 | Traveling Merchant↢ Not even few months into the trade and Chekilla was already further away from home than she had ever been. At this point the zonkey had become more and more comfortable with being on the road. Getting to her destination wasn’t a difficult task, but Chekilla had at first been worried that she had started out on her journey far too early or too late, because she was traveling alone, having set out towards the border on an early morning. Fortunately she had caught up with the group before they had set off, taking up a position in the front. Out of the entire group, Chekilla at least recognized Alun from before, when they met and took shelter during a terrible storm not too long ago. A familiar face was all Chekilla needed as she entered unfamiliar situations.
This was exciting and, well, worrying. On one hoof it was exciting to meet the merchants from another herd and Chekilla desperately wanted to know what it was like to live there straight from the native’s mouth. On the other hoof, this was Aodh, a herd known for having quite high standards. What if these merchants were just as snobby as her parents and other farmers had said? What if, seeing this incredibly tiny teenager prancing around, they turned their nose up at her? Maybe she should have allowed her mother to braid flowers into her mane at least, or would that have looked like the merchant was trying too hard. Chekilla didn’t know whether or not the Aodhian merchants would be interested in a simple famer’s wares and she wasn't quite sure if she could maintain enough grace to impress them. Some merchants present here bought food and produce; others brought in metalworks and other assortments. Chekilla brought with her the many fabrics and pelts her mother and other farmers made in a collaborative effort, but would that be enough?
Perhaps she could ask someone who was more experienced in the trade, if she was lucky.
Up ahead there was a faint sound chattering. Chekilla lifted her head up and could see a party of horses stationed on the side of the road, led by one stallion who seemed no older than she was. In fact, a lot of the horses assembled seemed to be in the similar age range. This made Chekilla feel a little bit at ease, though she still wasn't so sure if the rumors about them were true. Some were adorned with jewelry and other décor, and Chekilla could see them glittering faintly in the sunlight.
“This must be the place,” the zonkey sighed, looking around and taking note of her surroundings. Finally they had arrived. The rest of her group was starting to disperse and set up their own shops and soon, if Chekilla wasn’t quick enough, all the good spots would be taken. She had to hurry and pick a good spot to set up camp then. Lurching her cart forward, the zonkey came across a nice sunny spot where it wouldn’t be too hot or too chilly to stand around on, and staked her claim there. It was rather close to the Aodhian group (rather a few yards away) and on the same side of the road (it seemed like a bother to go across the road repeatedly to get from one stall to another).
With all that said and done, Chekilla gently set her cart down, made sure that it would not tip over, and then unfastened the harness around her body. Pulling the board out from the cart that would serve as the stall, the zonkey began to lay out her wares, neatly piling the pelts and fabrics bye size, color, and texture as she had practiced every night and morning prior before setting off. When it was all said and done, Chekilla stepped back to admire her handiwork. A small gentle breeze blew against the thick pelt that wrapped itself snuggly against Chekilla’s pelt, and she shrugged, unbothered as she scanned the group of merchants clustered together.
Hopefully she would be able to prove herself as a capable merchant in front of the allying herd.
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BrynLison
Nebula
I'm actually very nice
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Post by BrynLison on Dec 15, 2017 21:00:04 GMT -6
Ula
War-Forged
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The trek across Onea had been a taxing on Ula’s muscles even if her cart was possibly lighter than most. There were many from the War-Forged herd that she recognized from passing about the town or in her own shop but there were others that she had not even seen before. She drew a heavy breath and let it blow in a cloud in front of her face a shiver of anxiety running up her spine. She was however somewhat discouraged that Mekhl would not be visiting her at this gathering between the herds as she had never been this far away from her shop before and it worried her to leave the forge unattended as it could cool off too much with the cold nights. She had taken up a spot towards the end of the train of wagons and other equines so that she could gather her thoughts as she focused on the path at her hooves. After the trek, she watched as the wagons moved about to and fro as everyone began to set up their temporary stalls to sell their wares. The flea-bitten grey mare scanned her emerald colored eyes over everyone before deciding on a place to park her wagon. She found a nice spot that was in full range of the sun, she pulled her wagon onto the grass and released herself from the harness to place a piece of split firewood under one of the front and rear wheels to keep it from rolling away.
She moved around to the side of the wagon that was facing the cobbled road and pulled out a thin piece of smooth wood that opened like a shelf until she heard the distinct thunk that told her it was fully extended. She was rather proud of her handy work on that even if it took a LOT longer than she had planned. She moved around to the back of the wagon and slid aside the door as she picked up a few of the sharper weapons she had managed to craft before they had headed out. She brought them out and laid them carefully on the slide out table so that the shiny metal caught the sunlight. A few more trips and the table was covered with assorted weapons and simpler pieces of armors such as helmets, guards, and bracers. There was also a few of her more common hobby goods as she had also brought two cases each of Scented and unscented candles and soaps. She had heard that Aodhians were a tad snobbish and her dealings with Mekhl had proven that they couple be but they could also be good people even if they were strange.
Once everything sat to her liking on the table she went to the back of the cart one last time and gathered up her bear pelt which had been fashioned into a coat as she tied the leather strings around her neck so that the coat fit snugly but could easily be shucked off if she grew too warm. She took this opportunity to scan everyone her eyes resting on a young Zonkey mare farther up the line of merchants from her, she seemed quite young but Ula definitely admired her courage at being so far from home.
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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Dec 15, 2017 21:03:34 GMT -6
 O'neal for real;Aodh | Weapon Smith
WHAT IS GOING ON
Such a tired dusty road they travelled. It probably held so many stories but O'neal did not care in the slightest. O'neal was more concerned with all the buggering horses around. Never had the little zonkey been fond of others, always having trouble connecting to them. Outsiders or herd mates, they were all the same to her. How she wished to sit at home. The noetic conception of her tyrant flightless companion rekindled her recollections. A shiver ran down her spine. Shaking loose the teeny bird. If it wasn't for the cold, Marina would be pecking out O'neal's ocular perceivers most likely. Instead, feigning something akin to saccharinity, the wingless bird huddled more closely in the zonkey's tattered scarf. She would have left Marina if the creature had sanctioned, but alas, that wasn't transpiring.
O'neal huffed out a cloud, endeavoring to relieve the stress from her chest. Nonchalant peridot orbs looked over the others in the caravan. The striped mare never relished pulling wagons so everything she wanted to bring was strapped securely to her back. Her donkey blood made the immense load feel light, she was clearly made for this laborious work. The thought caused a smirk to grace her features. Even as the red bay ushered them to quicken their pace, despite being tuckered out, O'neal's little legs attempted to keep up. With most being more astronomically taller naturally, they passed up the little zonkey. Her past pride now momentary and gone. Her auditory perceivers flicked back, huffing and scowling at the others. Clearly, she didn't care who witnessed the act.
Being the last of the Aodhians to find a place to settle she decided to take a moment to catch her breath. Marina began to stir from the halt. Giving 'love pecks' for the interruption of her beauty rest. O'neal remained unfazed by the tiny pokes.
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Post by DaretoDream0 on Dec 15, 2017 21:18:28 GMT -6
Soriano | War Forged Merchant
Soriano grumbled as he hooked up his cart of wares. He was lucky the year had been so out of wack and he hadn’t been able to travel as much to sell his stuff. He still wasn’t happy with having to travel with his stuff in winter, he was just so used to using the winter to work on his supply of wares. The dark chestnut took a deep breath. He needed to look on the bright side of this, maybe there would be some new merchants that he hadn’t met before, giving him a chance for new connections to increase his supply. The scarred stallion nodded before setting off.
The sun had yet to rise when he left to meet the others, but he was used to that. Almost always up before the first rays of the sun. He looked around, hoping to spot some of the other merchants that were all going to the border. The scarred stallion cocked his hock as he waited a bit for the others to arrive, almost nodding off as he did so. He hadn’t been sleeping all too well, but he ignored it. He opened a single orange orb when he heard others approaching. He groaned inwardly, recognizing two of them.
‘Not again…’ he thought. Memories of the old guild hall raced through his mind. Arrows, too much running, a boulder trying to kill them. It had been worth it in the end, but it had been such a tense trip. He spotted Chekilla further back from the group. ‘Is that everyone?’ he wondered, looking at all those he could make out.
The scarred stallion had taken off before all of the others arrived, preferring to travel the road alone. He was used to the trip to Aodh, having peddled his wares in the cities before, even if it had required some careful sneaking in.
He reached the meeting spot a bit before the other War Forged merchants. He set his booth up with a practiced ease, bringing down the board to set his smaller wares, like bracers and a few helmets. A few carefully made bridles had also been placed alongside the more practical ware. Soriano looked to his cart, wondering what else he could put out. He looked to the others, doing his work in peaceful silence, taking note of what they were setting out. His orange orbs took careful consideration of what he would put down in response to the others. The scarred stallion had plenty to sell. He carefully placed dried herbs onto the front of his cart, where they could be clearly seen and he could keep a careful eye on them. He also took a few tins of tea leaves out to set up, enjoying the scents that wafted from each as he set a little bit of the leaves in front of the tins. Soriano smiled softly at the work he had done. Setting up was one of his favorite things to do when selling his wares.
Soriano noticed a zonkey carrying all her wares strapped to her bag. He chuckled softly to himself, remembering when he did the same. He looked to the other zonkey, and how carefully she was setting her stuff up. Pelts and fabrics. A wonderful array of them as well. She was definitely one to talk to later. He took up to the shade made by his cart to watch the others as they set up, keeping note of what they were selling and what they lacked.
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Dec 15, 2017 22:08:13 GMT -6
The snow blew gently into her face as she followed the others navigating the bumpy road. She didn't like being involved with any of this, but she wasn't going to disobey Hira over some petty childish fears of leaving home. There were many others with her, half of which she could rattle off by name, and the caravan was accompanied by a Raider, so it wasn't like they were unprepared. She snuck a quick glance over her shoulder at the tall dark Raider keeping watch over the merchants, reminding herself that he was still there. Feeling a little more reassured, she turned her attention back to the road.
They reached the Onea-Aodhian border sooner than she expected. When a zonkey mare up front decided they'd arrived at the right place, the others started parting ways to set up their wagons and carts along the side of the road. To be quite frank, Kiger couldn't quite figure out how she'd made the decision--from what Kiger knew of her maps, she could've sworn that the border was still a few furlongs away. She was almost about to mention that when the snow flurries parted and she noticed a small group of strangers talking and observing the Forged merchants' arrival. The handsome chestnut stallion seemed to be the leader on the Aodhian side.
A hard gust of wind caused her to blink, reminding her that she was staring. She quickly shut her mouth, feeling her face heat up with embarrassment. She ground down her heels a bit to get her cart moving again and pulled the creaky thing downwind of a large bush. The traces of her harness dug uncomfortably into her chest and back as she unclipped herself from the cart, and she tugged uselessly at some of the straps to try and get used to the feeling. They weren't even tight or anything; she'd just never had to wear a harness before. Actually, Kiger used to just carry around a few saddlebags with her. Only a last-minute worry had had her scrambling to borrow a neighbor's little wagon the night before they were supposed to go. And by the gods did she hate the harness. She couldn't figure out how some of her fellow merchants tolerated it.
Kiger sighed and threw back the protective tarp, letting the light snowfall see what she'd brought with her.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Dec 15, 2017 22:28:06 GMT -6
KILLIAH The events that had transpired before her mission had lulled the large mare into a strange mood, at first she hadn't wanted to even get put of bed, pulling the covers up over her head before her mutt had torn them away. To begin with she didnt want to leave her bed but after rising and taking an icey shower she had to suck it up and get on with it; she packed all her most expensive pieces of both jewelry, armour and weapons into her cart before strapping it on, "Come on fur ball" she called to her dog, the huge Tibetan Mastiff was always at her side ever sonce she had gotten him. She bought the huge fur ball right after she had screwed her relationship up, even though he didnt really have a set name yet she still really enjoyed his company, he helped make her feel better not that she'd admit it. She always told everyone she got him for protection but anyone who knew her knew better then that
Quite begrudgingly she left the house, strapped on her cart and braces and headed out, making sure she had her Polar Bear skin around her before she was too far away. The trip was long an annoying and even with her Little friend along she still couldn't find any fun it it... there were many horses she didnt know on the trip and afew she did, one of whom she hadn't gotten along with too well on their last trip. Soriano. The large mare was glad he took off, allowing her to broodingly travel in silence till they reached their destination; saying soft muttered farewells to Kiger before she moved off to set up her store, dropping and unhitching her cart with afew chocks to hold it in place
That task was one she rather enjoyed, setting up and pulling out all the different pieces she loved most, some she hadn't even remembered packing, "Nice to see you again" she said quietly to afew of her most prized peices. As she set up her fur ball of a dog sat protectively to one side, watching all the gatyered horses with a dark gaze as if they would attack at any moment
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Post by mmmaciemaybe on Dec 16, 2017 19:10:10 GMT -6
 Lyssandra; Merchant Lyssandra decided she hated the cold immediately. She decided she hated hauling a cart full of metal almost as quickly. The prospect of traveling outside of Valore excited her. She never stepped outside of Valore in her life. She was so excited she couldn't sleep the night before. Now, she was wishing she was in her warm bed, curled up in her blankets and dozing off. Instead of sleeping, she tinkered all night. She prefers to work with delicate bridles and intricate collars drowning in gems. She knew her normal work wasn't going to pass up north. She dug up some old stock from when her father would decorate armor. It was all still in excellent condition, and after a few tweaks here and there, she felt much more confident in her stock. It wasn’t that she wasn’t confident in her own work, but the likelihood of her holding her own amongst the other merchants wasn’t very high. Carts creaked and groaned around her, voicing her complaints for her. Lys was physically and mentally exhausted. Everytime she thought they were getting closer, they kept going. It would have been a good idea to talk to the other’s she was traveling with, to pass the time and all, but she didn’t have the most inviting personality. It was worse the more tired she was. Alarik, she’s pretty sure that’s his name, called for them to pick up the pace. Lys made sure her disapproval was heard, but she sped up nonetheless. She kept her eyes trained on the ground, watching as her breath curled and twisted in front of her. Only when grass gave way to cobblestone did she look up again. Lys unhinged her cart from the harness along with everyone else. As she was setting up, she looked up at the sky. Snow. Ew. Yeah it was pretty, but Lys didn’t exactly do the cold. The sooner she set up, the sooner she could get to work, the sooner time will pass. post 1 ✖ 333 words ✖ ooc: omg i'm so rusty |
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Dec 17, 2017 10:37:20 GMT -6
 Asalah was no longer a merchant. Yet when Airita had stated her intentions on heading to the War Forged alongside a few other merchants, the mare had stubbornly stated she would follow her sister to keep her safe. Sure, Airita could easily have kept herself safe, but Asalah wasn't going to take no for an answer. Every time the sisters had been separated (and even when they hadn't been) it seemed as if they always got themselves into trouble.
The mare let out a short shudder as she thought about the dragon, and the burns she had treated among the other merchants as they had helped those in need escape the ruins of their homes. Dragons, murders, death and destruction... it seemed as if life within all of the herds was being thrown into full blown chaos... and Asalah most certainly wasn't enjoying it.
For five years she had lived in Aodh and been happy with staying where she was and setting up a name for herself in the house they had all created. However, it seemed that no matter what profession, what escape she tried to find for herself, she was always in for danger.
Though, the good news of this trip was that she could at least get herself set up for the future by learning a bit about Onea's herbs and how they were used for treatments. Maybe a doctor (or whatever onea's equivalent to a doctor was) could be found near the War Lord's road... or better yet, maybe Asalah could find the Valkyrie that had saved her earlier in the year from the terrible raiding boat that had attacked her and the other merchants the last time they had come around.
Asalah sighed. "I hope you know that I'm not trusting of any of this." Asalah said simply to her sister. "Not that I don't trust Onea, but the last time I traveled up this way, I ended up losing way too much money to be feasible for us and our shop." She had stated this nearly five time over on their way up, but she couldn't help but repeat herself.
After all, she was more than a little on edge. Something was bound to go wrong.
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Post by dunbull on Dec 17, 2017 11:11:52 GMT -6
FALRIC This had to be a joke. A bitter taste lingered on the raider's tongue, his long limbs moving in heavy strides as he escorted the caravan, a single tall ear flicked in the direction of the merchants he flanked from behind. The hard hooves of the mule pushed into the cold, rocky soil as he moved, his warm, yet aloof gaze eyeing up the various faces of the strangers he had been accompanying for such a lovely trek; a short leash had been kept on his own tongue, as his patience for the situation had ran out long before he had even accepted such a task. Between staying alert for the well being of firstly, himself, and secondly, the merchants, his long ears would find themselves subconsciously resting against his skull, silently voicing his mood for the trip. He'd ignore some of the glances thrown in his direction, his own gaze trained on either the merchants individually, their carts, or their surroundings. As light flurries of snow began to flutter down from the sky, he lowered his broad head, the muscles in his neck coiling as he tossed a glance over his shoulder before he broke into a solid trot, limbs pushing him towards the front of the line with ease. He set his jaw as he slowed his pace, eventually coming to a stop as he spotted a group of, at least compared to his stature, dainty looking horses lugging carts behind their backs; of course, they had to be from Aodh. An unintentional sour look graced the dark raider's features as he took a moment to stand back, allowing the merchants to set themselves up as they pleased; this all felt akin to foal watching, something he rarely had done. He felt out of place, a scarred beast of a mule cast off to the side, watching over the less imposing merchants as if they were his own flock of Apanas back at what used to be his home. Needless to say, he hated the feeling. He was not honorable, not in the slightest. If something of value caught his interest, he'd find a way to obtain it. Now, in his current surroundings, he felt as if he were helpless. Falric stood there, biting his tongue, nursing his wounded thoughts as his eyes stared ahead, staring at all that glittered in his thieving gaze; he couldn't do anything to any of the wares, though. Nothing at all. He stood there, ignoring the merchant's chattering and actions, mind half aware of his surroundings, and his bitter thoughts. The fresh scars on his cheek reminded him of yet another thing that made him helpless- the scars burned into his flesh, consuming his thoughts every time he thought of their origin. With a huff and a stomp of one of his front hooves, he broke himself out of his thoughts, deciding to busy himself with a patrol of the perimeter of their gathering spot. His hooves moved on their own accord, sending him out behind the backs of those who positioned themselves furthest from the cluster; with his ears perked and mind alert, he began to make his rounds, an apathetic look spreading onto his scarred face. This would keep him busy.
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Post by sheltiejoy on Dec 17, 2017 11:55:48 GMT -6
Alun | War-forged | Travelling Merchant
Alun was all in all glad for this opportunity. Going on trips gave the stallion something to do, and the heavy load he carted around kept him occupied. That was how the stallion existed, focusing on his duties as a merchant. Without the opportunity to travel, Alun would surely die of boredom, or just adapt, he could never exactly pinpoint which. No matter how Alun looked at this, going to trade with the Aodhians was a rare opportunity in the pale horse's several years of experience as a merchant. Often he didn't travel far from his home, his father often worried far too much for Alun to stand it, and though he placed much of the blame on his father, Alun truly didn't enjoy being separated from his father for extended periods of time.
Attempting to set up all of his wares, Alun began to take stock of what he possessed. He had some furs, he had some tools and weapons, he had a bit of everything. A true jack of all trades and having a hard time deciding on what he should sell, Alun, in the truest fashion of being himself, had whatever he could reasonably get his hooves on. Alun was a bit of an oddball in his way of trading, truly one might wonder if he was a wanderer who sold things on the side. Busying himself, the large horse threw himself into unpacking as he waited for everything to commence.
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Post by inke-ri on Dec 20, 2017 7:44:54 GMT -6
Airita || Aodhian Merchant || Post 1
"Don't be such a grump, Az. At least we're out of the doom and gloom of the city." Airita huffed back at her sister. Despite very much agreeing with Asalah - they did almost... Okay, always got in trouble whenever they were out doing things like this - the younger mare couldn't help but enjoy the trip, unlike the other Aodhians (...much to her amusement). How great it was to be on the move again! Airita had always loved traveling - perhaps it was in her blood, her father being a talorian rogue and her mother a slave-turned-wanderer as far as she knew - and even as she made the dangerous trek from Aquore to Eithne, despite the harsh conditions, she missed it when she had settled down in Valore.
So yes, even though it was cold, and tiring, and maybe the payoff would not be that great- Airita was still enjoying it. She had developed the annoying habit of walking on her own and carefully setting her hooves on fire whenever it got too cold, a stark contrast to the horse who feared even the simplest telekinesis a few months ago. She knew her sisters were getting pissed at the puffs of smoke coming out of her nostrils at times too- but hey, practice, right?
She kept herself from doing the same again as she adjusted the straps on her wagon, shooting a smile at Asalah as she did so. Airita was surprised to find herself missing Valore, though. After the... Meeting - dear gods she still had a hard time believing it - of sorts with Ignacio, when she had received her blessing, Airita had felt a renewed sense of belonging for her herd, and while their trip was still exhilarating, for the first time she would also felt a strange tug in her heart, calling her... Well, home.
You are aodhian, Airita, and you always will be.
Well, they did say the gods knew more than them, mortals as they were.
The mare's head whipped to the front of the line, squinting as she noticed that Alarik had stopped. A few dark shapes ahead seemed to indicate that the onean merchants had arrived as well. "I guess we're here, though, so let's try and get this done before whatever crap you're so worried about actually, y'know, happens."
... Damn, even by her own standards, she was annoyingly optimistic compared to the past year.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Dec 20, 2017 20:27:59 GMT -6
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Alarik | MerchantPost 2
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The chestnut took his eyes off the road for a moment, the next time he looked he saw dark shapes in single file wandering down. “Ah, there’s the other caravan!” Almost delight in his voice. The teen began setting up his wagon, encouraging the others to do so as well. The colt pulled back the muddy green tarp that covered his wears in one fail swoop and before he could do anything else, a white ball of fur jumped out at him. Alarik’s canine companion, Kigo stood before the caravan. Alarik cocked his head a little to the side, his eyes squinting slightly but a smile lined his lips. “Nice rest, was it?” The stallion worded in a happy, sarcastic tone. The puppy stretched out, even letting a whining yawn escape before he pranced in between Alariks hooves. The puppy energetically weaved in a figure-eight motion between Alariks front legs before sitting in the middle of them. Planting his head on his chest and looking up at the stallion. Alarik looked down at the white furball, tucking in his head to match his familiar’s eyes. “How’s your paw?” The stallion fussed, looking down at the bandaged left paw. Obviously, it wasn’t hurting anymore as he could see the dog was putting weight on it without flinching or cause of discomfort
Kigo had gotten some ironwood quills in the pad of his foot upon the last leg of yesterday's journey. Thank’s to Asalah, she was able to remove the horrid spikes from the canine’s paw and bandage it up to avoid infection. Though she wasn’t a vet, Alarik was thankful for her medical experience. The dog gave a toothy smile, of course searching for a treat. Something he knew Alarik carried with him at all times. Alarik shook his head, making a “Tsk” noise. The canine’s ears flopped down and gave the stallion wide eyes. The teen smiled and shook his head. “You know I can’t say no to that face.” Kigo bounded forward, turning around again to sit in front of the chestnut. Alarik reached into his pack. Pulling out a dried food scrap. It shrouded in Alariks green misty teck. “What do you say?” Rik teased him. Knowing full well he couldn’t form words or even bark. The canine sat up on his back legs in a begging manner, using his front legs to cover his muzzle. “Good!” Alarik announced before tossing him the cured meat. The pup quickly gobbled up the treat and snuck away to annoy the other horses of the caravan, trotting straight up to Asalah and getting in her way a little to try and get her attention.
Alariks focus went back to his cart, not noticing his companion sneaking off behind him. The other caravan of horses had almost reached them. Rik took some time to set his stall up neatly. Ordering the weapons and abundance of other items accordingly. Allowing their new acquaintances to set up as well. Alarik waited till he was sure everyone was ready for the exchange to begin, before stepping forward between the two parties. “Afternoon” The stallion announced, his heart skipping as all eyes seemed to go on him. “I am Alarik. I… um I believe we all know why we are here. Today we trade in the name of our herds in their efforts towards the war.” Alarik swallowed, his mouth going dry “We carry Material’s, Weapons, Rations, and Medicines. You’re welcome to buy for shards or swap for your own wears.” At this point, Kigo sat in between the stallion's legs again. Distracting him for a second but allowing him to calm a little, a smile marking his lips.“Please take your time and when you’re ready to have a look around” Alarik bowed his head towards the Forged. “May Ignacio light your path.” The words savored his pallet in annoyance. Something he had been told to say before leaving Valore. Alarik turned around and walked back to his cart, Kigo following close behind. A few flecks of snow began falling. Subtly landing on Alariks deep, red coat. The stallion looked up into the darkening gray sky. Hoping the snow will hold off, long enough for them to make the deals they needed before heading on the journey back home.
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villanesque
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Post by villanesque on Dec 21, 2017 1:25:51 GMT -6
ℭ𝔥𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 | Traveling Merchant↢ Chekilla nodded her head in response to the the stallion named Alarik's words. After listening to him speak, she tried to quell the sense of unease and anxiety that churned inside her. It wasn't time to worry; if anything this trade would probably go smoothly if Chekilla just stayed mature and calm about it and (hopefully) make a few friends with the merchants. Her mother had always told her that it was good to have good relations with fellow merchants; you could get so many benefits out of it. Her mother also would have really loved to be here, even though a lot of horses here didn't seem to be enjoying it.
"Ignacio is doing a decent job keeping the weather perfect so far,” Chekilla mumbled, enjoying another breeze blew that against her legs. It felt refreshing after such a long journey. Snow flurries gathered on her ears and settled on her pelt; the zonkey stopped to shake them off, though without a doubt they would be gathering on her again. Chekilla wondered if it even snowed in Aodh.
She was here to only do two things: sell pelts and buy something for her mother and sister as a gift. That was pretty simple. Might as well get the gift part out of the way then? Stepping away from the merchant cart, the young zonkey started forward, walking aimlessly to any stall that caught her fancy, and there were a lot of stalls that caught her fancy.
There was another zonkey, who was far shorter and more radically different looking than Chekilla herselt, sort of resembled a zebra (and Chekilla would have probably pegged her as such, if it weren't for the ears) and her shortness reminded Chekilla of her little cousin Addy. That was pretty much it. It wasn't hard to tell that she was from Aodh, however Chekilla passed her by though, not sure what she was selling yet. She made a mental note to probably inspect when the Aodhian was done packing. Another Aohdian was just close by, a blue roan mare whose stall was filled with pretty jewelry. She looked like she didn't want to be here. On the War-Forged side, there was also a mare selling jewelry, with a ridiculously large and fluffy (in a good way) dog sitting beside her.
Standing there and looking around, Chekilla didn't know where she wanted to go, weighing her options quietly. Just hurry up and pick something, chided the young mare to herself, it's not that hard to just pick something. She at first made up her mind to approach the Aodhian merchant with the jewelry; her mother would probably love something exotic like that, although it would probably be pricey. It seemed worth it though after all these months of travel. Then after that she would head back to her own stall.
Just as the zonkey started towards the jewelry merchant, something in the corner of her eye stopped her, where another mare had set up her wares. Through the sharpness of the cold air, a sweet fragrant wafted around and caught Chekilla's nose. This telltale smell only meant one thing: scented items!
Chekilla turned away from the other stalls and headed to that one in particular instead. She would go to them later, hopefully!
In greeting a fellow War-Forged, Chekilla bobbed her head a little eagerly when she arrived at the grey mare's stall.
“Pleasant weather, right?” the zonkey inquired, before staring at what looked to be candles and soaps that were neatly packaged in a glass case. Her sister Deborah loved that stuff, although the family didn't usually have the luxury of buying scented items. She was shorter than most horses, so she lifted her head to see better them. Her gaze turned back towards their owner. “Those candles look pretty nice and I just had to come over to see. Did you make them yourself?”Post #2
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Post by DaretoDream0 on Dec 21, 2017 21:02:03 GMT -6
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Soriano War Forged|Merchant
"I've seen the seas and the deserts, the high mountains and the low tunnels. What have you seen?" Soriano watched as the other’s set up when an idea hit him. He went back into his cart, moving things around with is orange teke.
“Where is it?” He muttered to himself, looking around. It shouldn’t be this hard to find. “Ha!” He cheered, triumphant. The scarred stallion carried the rolled tapestry out. He still couldn’t believe he’d almost forgotten about the thing. Having winters to himself seemed to have turned out for the best this time around. He flipped down a hidden hook and hung the tapestry, letting the wind and gravity unroll it for him. He stepped back and looked it over with sharp orange eyes. The rolling blues faded into bright reds and yellows. In the center lay Ignacio.
“Can’t believe I made this,” he marveled, looking it over a bit longer. Soriano shook his coat out, snow scattering as he did so. He flicked his ears towards the young bright red coated Aodhian. He rolled his eyes a bit when he was finished.
“May Kaia guide your steps,” Soriano called to the younger, looking to him. He stayed by his cart, looking to the other merchants, seeing that not all had unloaded all the way. His orange orbs strayed to the zonkey that had traveled with them. He watched when she went to Ula. The dark coated stallion turned his eyes to Killiah, watching her for a second. Maybe he’d go over in a bit, see what she had. He would rather not, but if he needed to do so, he would. He turned his eyes back to the Aodhian merchants, eyeing up the array of weapons. They would fetch a good price in other herds, and his own. He hoped he’d be able to sell some of his wares, or at least trade them for other wares. It would be nice to get something for his parents and younger siblings as well. His sister was always begging for trinkets and the sorts from other herds, but it had always slipped his mind until he had left. 'I think I’ll finally have a chance to get her something,’ he thought, gazing over all the other carts and wares again. His sharp orbs glanced back at Falric, knowing the glint in the Raider’s eyes. Soriano narrowed his eyes, making a mental note to keep an eye on the other War Forged.
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Post by BrynLison on Dec 22, 2017 7:41:17 GMT -6
Ula
War-Forged Merchant
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She had been watching everyone set up, eyes carefully moving over everyone that came into view, she watched as what she guessed to be the leader of the Aodh band playing with a fluffy white dog. To her it spoke volumes about his character to treat his companion so well. She sighed contently as she went back to unstacking the glass boxes that contained her more interesting goods, the ‘luxury’ items and she hoped that they at least peaked the interest of the Aodh here like they did with Mekhl. Ula had her back turned, but she heard hooves approaching as they clipped against the cobble road. She turned in time to set down the case of neatly stacked candles and soaps she had been about to set out just as her emerald colored eyes took in the shape of the younger brown zonkey from a bit ago. She couldn’t help but smile “As pleasant as it can be,” She followed the young mare’s gaze down at the case she had just set down. This case in particular was the scented ones. She had made sure to bring two or three of every fragrance she had made. There was another case just like it still in the wagon but unless this mare bought her out she wouldn’t need to bring it out just yet.
“Oh yes, it’s a bit tricky to get started but once you’ve got it down it gets easier,” Ula said in response to her inquiry. Truth was Ula enjoyed her candle making and soap making almost as much as she loved forging. “In this case I have four scents to choose from: We have Juniper, Honey, Rose, and Cedar” a light mint green aura surrounded each bar of soap and it’s candle counterpart as she listed them off. The flea-bitten mare was excited to have her first person looking at her wares even if it may have been only to look as it gave her an excuse to strike up conversation without being overly awkward about it. “I also carry unscented for lighting or allergies,”
Her gazed flickered around to the others who had also brought weaponry and it seemed better compared to hers. The only thing she had brought that she would consider the nicest looking blade she had brought with her was a small damascus blade that was no longer than about ten inches from tip to tang, but the handle was crafted from the antler of deer that she had found lying around in the snow last winter. Her thoughts returned to the Zonkey in front of her as she watched to see just what her interest lingered on, she thought she might be able to make a bargain with a small bundle deal if the young mare was indeed interested in a purchase.
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Dec 23, 2017 0:13:43 GMT -6
Ula wasn't the only one observing the young Aodhian stallion if truth be told. Kiger found herself watching him too, baby-talking to a fluffy scrap of white fur--a puppy. The sight gave her a sort of satisfaction that she didn't know she was even looking for, a sort of reassurance that he had a good character.
She twitched as a clump of snow fell from a tree branch and onto her back, breaking her out of the moment. Um...trade? Yes, trading. Uh...that's what they were here for, yes. She tried to ground herself firmly back into the present, instead of letting her mind wander around. Before she could do much, however, the familiar scarred hide of a fellow Forged--Soriano, if she remembered correctly from their first encounter--had shaken out a huge tapestry, seeming very pleased with himself. At first, she couldn't see what the hubbub was about, but when he turned towards the Aodhians, she saw a colorful rendition of the kirin lord Ignacio woven deep into the material. A fine work.
"Oh, Soriano, that's beautiful!" she blurted out suddenly and then felt a bit embarrassed at her sudden outburst when a few eyes looked at her. Why? I have no need to be, she told herself fiercely. That's just a normal reaction, you silly goose.
Kiger made sure that her cart wasn't going to roll off by itself, then came over to get a better look.
"How long did it take you to make this?" she nodded her head at the tapestry, pointing out its size. "Mine are usually smaller like...window sized. I have some trouble getting the knots to go in the right place. Maybe you could give me some tips?" She looked over at the Aodhians again. "It's nice to see a revival of the arts in War-Forged!" she added, heading towards the foreigners.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Dec 25, 2017 12:48:15 GMT -6
The mare snorted at her sister's response, knowing full well that no matter what, they weren't going to just sell their goods and return back home right away. Traveling through the War Forged's lands meant stopping and trading with various horses from various... what did they call themselves? Clans? She could only remember so much from her last trip, but all of it had been chaos once she had gotten onto land.
"You act as if you're going to just trot up, sell your goods, and then turn your hooves back home." She chided with a chuckle. "I can see it in your eyes, you want to travel through these lands and see what you can, sister." Her eyes were light with amusement, though in all she was relieved.
It was great seeing Airita so happy. She was meant to live a life of travel, even if she didn't like admitting it. At the very least, this trip was good for Airita, and so, Asalah couldn't really be upset... as concerned as she was. "We should probably go and meet up with the others..."
She paused in thought for a moment, nearly stepping down on a familiar form as she continued. "Oh!" She exclaimed gently, looking down beneath her to smile at the puppy that was now playfully trying to tug at some of the goods the girls had brought. "It's good to see you feeling much better."
As much as she had been concerned over their travels, she had to admit it was nice working with fellow merchants that she knew so well.
Hopefully I won't have to put my newfound skills to use... She thought, the sickening feeling returning for just a moment before she turned back to Airita.
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Post by inke-ri on Dec 29, 2017 11:17:08 GMT -6
Airita | Aodh Merchant | Post 2
Airita hummed softly in response, unable to hide her excited smile. "Hey, you were the one lucky enough to get to see a bit of 'Forged culture, not me." she paused. "Ya know, after your ship was sunk and you nearly died but honestly? What else is new. We just have to be prepared." The mare winked, mostly to keep up the playful banter, but remembering that particular adventure turned out to Az was still upsetting. Airita was never so concerned about her security as much as Asalah's or Evalynn's.
"Though admittedly, I would like to finish this before the weather gets any worse." She muttered, eyeing the ominous sky. "Come on, help me out here."
Gently, but with the practiced ease of years of work, Airita begun setting the cart she had borrowed for this particular trip, placing the armor, weapons, and a few hoof-picked pieces of the finest aodhian jewelry, ranging from intricate to simple, in a more pleasing way for others to peruse. Some were incandescent steel, others not. She also set a smaller, portable wooden stand Moonrise had once built for her, placing some of Asalah's medicines on it. The movements were so natural to the merchant that her mind was left free to wander, her eyes scanning the War Forged's wares. She took note of the intricate tapestry of her god, her ears perking up. Airita had never bothered to get any sort of prayer idol or items from Ignacio, since until only a few months before she had convinced herself he wasn't real. Perhaps... It would be interesting to own something of his this time. She made a mental note to pass by the stallion's cart later- if she could convince Asalah to let her get it, anyway.
"Hey, can you finish setting things up?" Airita asked. "I just want to do a quick round to see if there's anything worth getting, we can switch later." A quick glance at her sister to make sure she agreed, and Airita was on her way, scanning the different stands with a critical eye. One of the Forged merchants caught her eye, it appeared to be a zonkey. She was talking to another of her herd in that strange, rough Onean accent, and Airita was drawn by the sweet smell coming from it.
She was able to catch the last bits of the description of each item by the seller, tilting her head curiously but not interrupting. "Those are indeed beautiful." She commented in ways of greeting, smiling pleasantly at both of them. "My name is Airita. I might be getting some of these once your friend is done- they smell wonderful." Her eyes landed on something else, though. "And... And maybe this." Slowly, looking at the mare for confirmation that it was okay, a faint blue glow enveloped the small damascus blade as Airita held it up and inspected it- quickly putting it back where it belonged, hoping she had not upset the other horse. The detail was beautiful, and it looked wild and different than what she usually found in Aodh. "I really like it." She murmured fondly. "What kind of material is this?" Airita asked curiously. "Is it bone?"
Well, Asalah was worried about a possible disaster. Maybe it would do well for Airita to have something of her own to defend herself- though she wondered what Evalynn, blacksmith extraordinaire, would say about her buying a weapon made in another herd versus one of her own.
Still. It was a beautiful design.
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Post by mmmaciemaybe on Jan 4, 2018 3:22:39 GMT -6
Lyssandra; Merchant Lys knew she should have brought something warmer to wear. It was freezing, but it was a little too cold for her. She was used to, and greatly enjoyed, warmer weather. This discomfort wasn’t helping her already sour mood much. It’s fine. She told herself. A little cold won’t hurt you, and neither will a little socializing. She really hated it when that little voice was right. She would be much more comfortable keeping her nose out of everyone’s business and working on her current project, but alas, that was not the point of this trip. Setting aside her pride, Lys finally stepped out from behind her table to go join the others.Nothing really piqued her interest very much, but she would have to go take a look at those candles later. She was running low anyway. What really caught her eye was a stand full of jewelry. She was always looking for new ideas, and this would be a great opportunity to scope out some. The dog standing watch made her uneasy, but that didn’t stop her from walking up to the stand to take a closer look at everything. “This all quite lovely,” she commented, “and your dog rather nice too. Does it have a name?” She kept the conversation on the dog but kept her eyes trained on the goods laid out in front of her. Talking about animals seemed to put almost everyone at ease.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jan 8, 2018 0:22:27 GMT -6
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Alarik | MerchantPost 3
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Alarik peacefully stood in front of his stall, basically with his back to everyone. He collectively hummed a somber tune to himself. A song he had heard when in Bloom from a young pretty bay mare. Dots of snowflakes began to cover and soak his back. Making the stallion shiver a little. His eyes followed down to the ground at Kigo whimpering, lying just under the cart. Obvious he was cold too. The stallion pulled a blue blanket out of the cart and wrapped the white pup up in it. “We won’t be here for long, I promise” Alarik spoke quietly and softly to his familiar. “Soon we'll be back home in the shop, you in your warm basket just behind the counter.” The stallion sat up again. His eyes beginning to wander around to the other equines. A few had begun to mingle with opposite herds. A black mare from the War Forged side wandering across the road and to the Aodhian stalls. Airita beginning to meander around and Lyssandra heading over to a buckskin tobiano horse on the other side.
Alarik let out another icy warm breath. Allowing him to relax a bit from the long, tiring trip. The stallion stared into space a little. Thinking back to trip so far, but was quickly dragged back from his thoughts, catching a glimpse of a dark shadow flying overhead. The stallions sight went from the ground to the sky at a moments notice. Of course, his worry was that It was another dragon. Whatever it was, it was gone quickly from sight again. Though he cocked an ear and squinted his eyes in suspicion. Rik turned around again. His back now to his cart and he took a step forward the other caravan. There it was again. Another quick shadow flew overhead. Alarik wasn’t liking this one bit. His eyes began following up the Warlord’s road. There was something...standing there? Alarik gazed at the shape for a moment. It looked to be another horse. A small pegasus perhaps.
It cocked its head, turning off to the side. “A beak?” the stallion muttered. The stallion took another step closer. All the while it spread its wings. “Griffin!” Though at first the stallion wasn’t worried at its sight. One Griffin though inquisitive are basically harmless. Alarik continued to walk over to a light coated Palomino stallion. Roughly the same height as him. His eye-catching a few weapons and furs.
There was a thud behind the stallion. A figure moved spontaneously. Wing’s flaring in the snow flurry. Alarik almost tripped over his hooves as he swiveled around. There it was the majestic griffin stood no more than 6 feet away from the chestnut. The stallion opted to move forward, towards the wild griffin but another thud on the wooden stall behind him spooked him. Another darker coated beast stood standing on Alud’s cart. Pecking and nibbling at his wears. Alarik could see the other 4 or so feathered beasts on the tree line, just behind the War Forged half of the meeting. “What are they doing?” Alarik uttered aloud. But his question was quickly answered as they all moved forward. Lunging onto the carts and shoving their beaks and claws into everything.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jan 8, 2018 16:13:13 GMT -6
*WARNING*
Obscene Swearing and Violence!!
Killiah was Freezing. She was fucking cold standing around next to her stall. He dog was no help, its fat fluffy ass doing nothing but laying beside the cart. She had gotten him on a whim but really she honestly couldn't have told herself why. The large mare's hopes were upped and dashed as a smaller mare started towards her cart but stopped and headed somewhere else, another casting her afew looks which made her blood boil even more which caused Killiah to let out a snort, a blast of frosty air blowing up infront of her face, "What!?" she falled out to the mare, "My wares not good for your stuck up snobby ass?, I spent hours slaving over every peice of this shit only to have you go for candles. CANDLES!? Your a fucking asshole. Go lick some soap you-" a long, angry string of profanities spewed out of her mouth then, angry stomps and tail flicking joining in After a short while she'd cooled down some but not enough as she was actually approached by someone else, another jewelry merchant. They actually seemed interested till they asked about her dog and all that did was make her frown, "It's current names are Fur ball or dumbass... whichever fits it at the time of day. I only just got the bloody thing. Now are you interested in buying anything then please do but if your just going to steal my styles and ideas then your better off stepping away before me and Bertha come at ya, If we got a problem then Id be hapoy to sort it out. You, me and Bertha!", Killiah gave another snort and tapped the long sharf of her aze with a hoof, tilting her head to motion towards it. She didnt use it as much as she threatened to but she did enjoy hacking through things to blow of steam outside her forge, it was alot or fun, and a good void for her endless anger She just finished her threat when she noticed the flapping of wings, then a distracted chestnut Aodhian seemed to catch her eye. He was looking anxiously at the sky and the surrounding trees for some reason, to Killiah it was annoyingly disconcerting but it seemed as though he had a reason for it; Griffins began to descend on the Caravan of Merchants, coming in close to attack and steal from all the assembled carts. Three had even decided that the shiny, hoof made and polished jewels Killiah had strewn on her cart were the best prize and came in for the take. The heavy mare growled as they swooped, using her teke to quickly bundle the wares away and cram them into the carts interior, her weapons now were the main target and she found herself pulling Bertha from her spot and swinging her violently, shoving Lys out of the way as she did, "Fuck off you overgrown Roosters!! Ill die before feathered assholes like you ever get your greedy claws on my Merchandise!". Dispite the profanities that were starting to be thrown out Killiah still swung her axe, hacking off anything that came in reach of the glimmering iron blade. Her dog had gotten the meno and leapt to his paws, his huge size and thick fur was intimidating to most, when he growled with bared teeth, hair standing on end he was a sight to behold, "Kill them you useless dog!" Killiah hissed, kicking out hard as one got too close to her rump. She'd rid the caravan of these pests once and for all, they wouldn't stop her from earning a good heft of coin
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jan 8, 2018 17:40:27 GMT -6
The sound of wings caught the mare off guard for a moment, her ears perked forward for a moment before she shook it off. It was just the wind. She was just paranoid because of the last time she had journeyed through Onea. She sighed, pulling out the various goods that she and Airita had brought along, eyes turning between the carts until she heard Alarik respond in alarm to something.
Turning her head wildly she barely had enough time to react as a griffen slammed into her cart. With a shrill screech, claws and wings and Ignacio could only guess what else came crashing down, taking the draft by more than a little surprise.
"What in the name of the gods--" She asked, eyes bright with concern as she turned towards Airita.
She felt kind of bad, she hadn't really been paying much mind to the other horses around her until that moment. It wasn't exactly unexpected. Asalah was reclusive at times by nature, despite her caring attitude. However, that didn't mean that she was willing to let these bird... cat... things cause havoc without some kind of repercussion.
It wasn't really something she had to think about, as it seemed her shields had already surrounded her and her wagon as beasts came crashing down at her. Not like she knew if they would stop the beasts, but hey, she was just reacting at this point.
It wasn't like she knew what she was doing. This was all uncharted territory to her.
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Post by DaretoDream0 on Jan 10, 2018 22:10:56 GMT -6
Soriano gave Kiger a smile, happy the someone had come over to look at it. He eyed it up.
“It took me about six months, since I only worked on it over winter, and when I wasn’t working on other things,” he said, a gruff chuckle coming from him at the thought. “My granddam taught me, and she did the knots a bit different than most are taught. I’d be happy to give you some tips.” The dark coated stallion was always happy to help others out, really the only thing that got a decent reaction out of him at this point. He gave Kiger a little half smile, before noticing how Alarik was acting. He turned his orange orbs up to the sky, easily spotting the figure of the griffon.
“God dammit,” he grumbled. He looked to Kiger. “Might want to get your wares away,” he warned before tucking all of his away. Soriano eyed up one of the long swords that was hanging up, and grabbed it with his teke once he was sure all his wares were safe and locked up behind the door. There was no way he was losing anything to some damned griffons. He glanced to Killiah and saw she was already dealing with several of the griffons. One or two were easy to handle, but a whole damn flock!? No way. The scarred stallion was thankful that there’s were more than one of them In the area. He heard a soft thunk on his cart and turned to address the white griffon that had landed upon his cat.
“No you don’t!” Soriano hissed before lashing at the thing, furious that they would even try and get everyone’s wares. He was thankful he had noticed Alarik acting strange and knew what they’d looked like in flight, gave him just enough time to stow away everything to help get rid of the nasty things,
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villanesque
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Post by villanesque on Jan 11, 2018 17:27:24 GMT -6
ℭ𝔥𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 | Traveling Merchant↢ Chekilla resisted a scowl at the outburst from the mare who had maintained the other stall the zonkey had passed by--Chekilla didn't need to look to know who it was; it was obvious. Who did that bitch think she was, talking to her like that? No wonder nobody was coming to her dumb stall anyways. It irked the little zonkey, who had wanted to try her best to not tick someone off. And yet...somehow, she still managed to that from merely walking around and looking at things. It took all her might to stop herself from flipping-tail in the bearish mare's direction--whoops. Chekilla flicked her tail anyways, though she didn't expect the stall merchant to notice.
Other than that and the slight swivel of her long ears, Chekilla's neutral demeanor remained the same as she resumed back to looking at the candles. Okay, so what were the types again? Juniper, honey, rose, cedar...and unscented. Unfortunately the grey mare did not have cinnamon, which Deborah was obsessed over, so Chekilla decided to go with something that least complemented the scent.
“Could I have a case of rose-scented candles then?” Chekilla reached forward and a faint, earthy brown aura formed around the rose candle. She lifted it up to observe it.
At the corner of her eye, the zonkey was made aware that someone else had arrived to the stall as well, and from her accent Chekilla realized that she was from Aodh. Hearing the accent for the second time today, it sounded quite a bit different than Alarik's, when he had made the speech earlier. A very eager part of the zonkey wanted to know more than just that. Now was her chance to ask about life in Ethine..in a bit. She seemed rather busy trying to look at the grey mare's display; it wouldn't hurt to wait until she was done.
“Oh--hello, Ma'am. I won't keep you waiting for long.” The young merchant moved a bit to the side to give the Aodhian some room, respectfully dipping her head in the mare's direction. “My name is—”
A furry, beaked face suddenly came screeching into the zonkey's vision, and latched its talons and beak into the candle she held. Its wings beat furiously in the young mare's face. Without thinking, Chekilla jerked the candle to the side and dislodged the airborne creature from its grip. It went sailing in the air with a shocked squawked, before crashing into someone's stall and sending a shower of feathers on the ground. The thing let out a shrill cry before slumping on the ground, weakly flapping its wings.
Chekilla realized that it was a griffin.
“What the hell?” she gasped, clutching the now-scarred candle very tightly. The zonkey looked up at the sound of more screeching and promptly dropped the candle. The entire caravan was now filled with griffins taking flight and descending upon every stall, horses panicking and diving around to protect their own things...and that ill-tempered mare and her ridiculously fluffy dog. Post #3
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Post by mmmaciemaybe on Jan 11, 2018 19:57:20 GMT -6
Lyssandra; Merchant Lys immediately recoiled at the mare’s harsh tone. All of her frustrations from the past couple of days bubbled to the surface. She pinned her ears back and pawed at the ground, all thoughts of remaining civil flying out the window. “Well! How dare I try and start a perfectly civil conversation?! I should have known better than to expect much from the likes of you. And I wouldn’t ever bother with trying to steal designs from you. I’ve made stuff better than this in my sleep.” Lys spat. This is why she wanted to sit at her stand and work. The one time she actively tries to socialize, it backfires on her immediately. She was fuming, so much so she almost didn’t notice the griffins until one landed on the cart next to her. Lys yelped and stumbled back. It took her a couple of seconds before she remembered her own goods. Sure enough, a griffin was perched on her cart, rummaging through her things. “Hey! That’s my stuff!” Lys scrambled towards her cart, but she was helpless to do anything. She snatched up what was left on her table, but when she went to reach into her cart, the griffin swiped at her, nicking her nose. To add insult to injury, the griffin took her best gems. Again, she was reminded why she never really left the store. A quick glance around showed no one was really faring any better.
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Post by BrynLison on Jan 11, 2018 20:31:01 GMT -6
Ula
War-Forged Merchant
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Ula’s eyes widened a bit as a spotted brown and white mare also approached and Ula’s face stretched into another warm and inviting smile. She listened carefully as the mare browsed “Oh yes, no problem I will try and be with you as quickly as I can,” She said as she noticed the mare Airita had taken a liking to the Damascus blade “In a way it is bone, it’s an antler I found last winter. I would have loved to see the buck it came from,” She smiled as the antler was fairly thick and heavy until she had cut off the parts she didn’t need and shaped the handle so that the base of the antler was the bottom of the handle. Something caught her eye in the sky above and it set off every alarm in her body even though she turned her attention back to the Zonkey mare “Oh yes, of course!” She was just about to hand over the entire case when the first griffin landed next to the chestnut stallion from earlier, “Oh no..” Ula whispered to herself. She grabbed as many things as she could off the table and hurriedly tossed them into the wagon she could lose as many candles and soaps but the weaponry was more important.
That was when a griffin had appeared and tried to take the candle away from the Zonkey mare who successfully snatched the candle back only to drop it once she took in the chaotic scene around them. The flea-bitten grey mare eyed both of the mares before her and gave them both a nod at the remaining weapons on the table “Take something and defend your wares, call it gift!” With this, she picked up a few cases of the candles and soaps and placed them in her wagon and pulling the door shut with a loud thunk and sliding the bolt that was the lock. The Gryphon that had previously tried to take the candle from the Zonkey was back and trying to grab more things. Ula pulled out a long flat piece of wood and smacked it across its taloned hands “Oh no you don’t! Get!” She yelled as she swatted several more time at it, causing the creature to squall at her threateningly, swiping its claws at her as it tried to take the wooden rod from her.
“You’ll not take anything from me if I can help it!” But she was wrong as the griffin had managed to avoid her and snatched up a leather helmet from the table before flying off to more than likely stash it in the trees before it came back to also snatch up the fallen candle. “You thieving flying rat!” Ula yelled as she waved the rod threateningly as the griffin had come back again, perching on top of her wagon as it seemed to be trying to figure out the best way of snatching up the things that remained on the pull-out table.
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Jan 13, 2018 1:31:17 GMT -6
Truthfully, she hadn't gotten very far when she heard Soriano saying, “Might want to get your wares away..." She was about to turn around and ask him, "Why?" most likely with a dumb look of confusion spattered across her face as well, but there was a familiar voice yelling and cursing in the background. Or maybe it was closer, but she wasn't entirely sure what had triggered Killiah's reaction because Kiger was quickly distracted by a flash of color and suddenly--
Two large creatures dropped out of the sky on either side of the chestnut Aodhian--didn't he just say his name was Alarik? she wondered--and then she heard, more than saw, the other horses shouting. She whirled, thinking of the cart she had left virtually unattended by that one tree and the curious glitter of metals and fur-wrapped pottery within.
"Ah, what luck," she muttered angrily to herself--how could she have been so foolish? She was right to never leave town. Who was ever safe out here? Anything could happen. Like...a stupid griffin pillaging, of all the things. The merchants in town would never let them live this one down.
Snow made the ground slippery--she had almost reached her cart when a huge black shape landed on the ground in front of her. The movement of air startled her, and she realized she had no weapons as she met the eyes of an unreasonably huge griffin. Her heart beat loudly in her chest as she balked. Its wingspan was immense, its rump a silvery color that disappeared into the background. About half her height, the terrible condor's face stared at her with a sly, knowing look, and that was all it took. Angered and absolutely terrified, she whirled around and kicked out wildly, hearing a nasty snapping sound and a loud screech of surprise.
When she turned, she saw she had missed its face but had either broken or dislocated the ugly creature's shoulder. Seizing her chance, she skirted around the wounded animal and desperately threw a specific type of tarp over the cart, snapping chains in place with her teke to protect her fragile wares.
Too close, she thought, struggling to fasten the last lock.
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Post by inke-ri on Jan 13, 2018 22:45:07 GMT -6
Airita || Aodh Merchant || Post 3
The mare hummed thoughtfully, eyeing the blade's exquisite design as the Onean merchant described the material. "I don't think I saw many handles made of antler before, and this is very well done. So very unique.... I wonder if you'd be interested in a trade." She muttered, but hummed pleasantly at the zonkey as she made her request for the candles. "Don't worry, take your time-"
A sudden screech cut both females short. Airita spun around, a surprised scream escaping her as a giant, feathery thing barreled into them. The mare's first instinct was to look for Asalah, hoping she could talk some sense into it... But it looked far too big to be a familiar. Suddenly, a page from the books she loved to read came to her. Were those griffins?!
The owner of the stand yelled at them to arm themselves, and without thinking Airita reached for the damascus blade. It fit comfortably in the pale, glowing aura of her telekinesis. She let out a sound akin to a hiss as the griffin took off with what looked like a helmet. "It's coming back!" She warned, clenching her teeth as it stood before them, ready to sink its claws into more of the merchant's ware.
"No you don't!" Airita screamed, brandishing the small blade and swinging it towards the griffin just as its claws closed themselves around another item. The creature let out a piercing scream, swerving to the side to avoid the piece of wood the flea-bitten horse was using to keep it at bay. With a grunt, Airita stood on her back legs, aiming a kick at the griffin as it moved past her. "Get off!" She yelled. Just as she made contact, the mare reached inside and felt the power of her blessing flowing through her. It hadn't been long since Ignacio had bestowed her with fire manipulation, but Airita knew enough to cause ignite her hooves, small flames that caused her no discomfort licking at the feathers on one of the griffin's wings. It screeched and took off, desperate to stop the flames, and Airita fell back to all fours, the fire immediately disappearing. She cursed internally at her lack of control. "Watch out! There's another!"
And there was, a brute with powerful-looking wings and lustrous feathers. If Airita had not been so pissed, she would have admired it. It circled ominously, but did not come close enough to try an attack at the three horses. It appeared to be looking for an opening to attack.
Trusting the two Forged mares to watch her back, Airita looked back to her sister. Another griffin was swooping down at her, and the mare couldn't tell if it was aiming for Asalah or the shining incandescent steel weapons. "Asalah!" She called, then turned back to the merchants. "I have to help my sister!" There was a hint of desperation in her voice- if anything happened to Az because Rita had insisted in coming here... How long would those shields stay up?
Shooting an apologetic glance at the forged mares, Airita turned back and raced towards Asalah. "Get away from her!" She screamed, slashing at the bird-cat hybrid with the damascus blade.
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