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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Jan 14, 2018 13:40:50 GMT -6
 O'neal for real;Aodh | Weapon Smith
WHAT IS GOING ON
O'neal had been casually strolling the merchants and wares each had offered. She had been on the hunt for something in particular, food. Of course weapons, armor, gems, and shards came in a close second. The pearly zonkey had worked up quite the appetite and wasn't the most organized individual. Often forgetting to bring rations on journeys such as this. Though none of the exotic war forged vendors seemed to carry any of what she was seeking in particular, darn. Well, it was trading for war efforts, what did the ditzy mare expect? Her brows furrowed.
Tired and hungry, she wandered away a tad from the other merchants to find a nice place to sit. A lonesome tree seemed as good a place as any but her rest didn't last long. A hellspawn of griffins appeared from the icy skies, trying to grasps any objects they could snatch. O'neal's eyes boiled with fright, her only protection came from the tree's shadow. Marina ducked for cover in her mane. The two froze still at the chaos growing in front of them.
And as prone to trouble as O'neal was this was no exception. The glistening of the gems and shine of the armors shown through breaks in the leaves caught the attention of a huge group of bird-cats. They hailed from the sky towards the zonkey. O'neal being the one merchant keeping her wares attached to her back had hell to pay for that choice. The griffens latched onto the shiny objects, fastened tightly to her body, trying to fly away with them. More and more gathered from the noises, some succeeded in taking enough items to severely lighten the load. The biggest of the bunch grasped onto the mare, flapping and fighting to loosen the treasures. O'neal just screeched and ran amuck from the winged thieves onslaught. Unfortunately for her, the ground felt less and less present underneath her hooves. Back completely covered in griffens the light mare became airborne. The lift was slow and struggling but no one was able to help before the bird-cats flown her up a tree, which she prompted clung to for dear life. Why does this always happen to her? Hopefully, someone can help before they completely snatch her away.
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Post by villanesque on Jan 15, 2018 22:21:59 GMT -6
ℭ𝔥𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 | Traveling Merchant↢ Chekilla didn't have time to rethink her actions when the griffin she struck down rose back up and resumed is assault on the flea-bitten mare's stall. The candle she had dropped was now gone, and now the griffin had made off with a helmet and was coming back for more things to steal. Of all days for a griffin attack, of course it would be during one of the most important events in Chekilla's life. Things couldn't have gone any worse, save for a random attack from the Bloody Flanks, or a terrible earthquake, or something!.
"Go help your sister, we'll be okay." Chekilla called after Arita as she fled from the scene, the damascus blade in tow. Chekilla reached for the nearest weapon she could find herself--a set of knives. Chekilla had a bit of knowledge of knives and using them; her father had shown her and Deborah how to use them when they were younger and living on the farm in order to defend themselves from predators, or kill the occasional larger bird. You just stabbed them and wave it menacingly, right? But she never really...used them. The zonkey didn't study the design of the hilts for long, though it seemed each was engraved with some sort of green coloring.
Slinging the leather strap of the knife set around her neck, Chekilla took off for her own stall. Over her shoulder, she yelled towards the other merchant, "Thanks, I'll pay you back!"
When she returned, the was only one griffin waiting for her, snuggling deep into the pelts that were piled high on Chekilla's display table. When it saw the zonkey grow nearer, it stirred and crawled out from the pile, arching its back threateningly. The griffin hissed at her, but despite its nasty behavior it didn't succeed in fazing Chekilla; the avian feline was no bigger than a kestrel and obviously younger than the other griffins. Flipping one of her knives so that it was hilt-first, Chekilla jabbed it into the kestrel, eliciting a shrill cry of pain.
"Scat," she commanded, reaching for the griffin again but it seemed to get the message; without another sound, it unfurled its wings and flew off in a hurry. Satisfied, Chekilla began to shove the several pelts she had on display hurriedly into the compartment they usually were stored in. Just as she began to close the trunk to the wagom, a faraway screech reached her long ears. Turning, the zonkey wanted to see what was up. The griffins had somehow managed to carry off one of the smaller merchants into a tree! From her pale hide and black stripes, Chekilla recognized her as the other zonkey that was a part of the Aodhian caravan. She clearly needed help.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" The War-Forged mare forgot about closing the trunk of he wagon and galloped the frantic zonkey's direction. She nearly tripped over her own hooves as she skidded to a halt underneath the stranded equine's tree. Chekilla swung the knife she had held into the air, only for it to fall short and not even hit anything. She was rusty at this knife-throwing business.
Come on, Chekilla chided herself, use your strength! Aim! Do something smart!
The zonkey turned her head and withdrew another knife from its holster and took in a deep breath. She squinted and held the knife up to take aim this time, her eyes watching as one of the more bigger griffins cruised in the commotion to snatch another item from the Aodhian from above. It was big enough to hit if Chekilla just took her time and...
The zonkey exhaled and swung her invisible arm forward, releasing the knife and letting it sail into the air.
There! She nailed the airborne griffin, watching as the knife buried itself hilt-deep into its soft underbelly. With a shrill cry of shock, it went limp mid-flap, and plummeted onto the ground below.
"Yes!" Chekilla declared gleefully.
A few but not all of the other griffins scattered in response. One of them swooped at Chekilla again but only managed to catch her by the ear, tearing a bit of the fur on the tufts. The zonkey squeezed her eyes shut and tried to pull out another knife in order to fend it off. But even if she managed to chase off all of these griffins, there was no way she would be able to get the other zonkey down.
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Post by BrynLison on Jan 20, 2018 20:57:14 GMT -6
Ula
War-Forged Merchant
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Ula watched as the two mares took off to protect their own things, weapons of choice in tow. She knew she would take a dent for that but right now none of that was important. There had not been a moment that did not contain screeches and yelling as the griffins circled above like buzzards, their clawed hands snatching at anything shiny or really anything they could get their hands on in general. Ula had managed to pick up her remaining items and secure them away so that nothing was left in the open. The Griffin that had been pestering her found itself uninterested now that there was nothing left to steal and gladly helped itself to carrying off a member of the Aodh party! "Oh my god!" She cried as she watched the swarm of griffins carry the poor mare into the trees as they tried to relieve her of her pack.
As fast as she could she gathered up the rope that she used to hold up a canopy like thing above the cart door when it rained. She galloped over to the Aodh caravan leader once he had a free moment from the griffin attack "Look, they've carried one of yours off!" She said and motioned towards the tree where Chekilla was already standing as she was trying to figure out just how to get the other Zonkey down from the tall tree before she too went to join Chekilla at the base of the tree.
She looked up and could see the other mare clinging to the branches for dear life "Hold on! We'll get you down," She called up as she started to unwind the rope before looking at Chekilla "So how good is your aim with those knives?" She asked as she was starting to formulate a plan in her head and she hoped it worked.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jan 21, 2018 16:26:42 GMT -6
As the griffens continued to cause havoc, Asalah tried her hardest to push and pull the various little critters off of their supplies. The entire camp was in a dissary. Letting out a short huff, she tried to look for Airita, hearing her name over the cacaphony of sounds.
“Rita, it’s fine! I’ve got everything under control!” She tried to convey, though in realty she wasn’t really in control of anything. She wasn’t sure anybody was.
There was a frown plastered to her face as she attempted to shoo the beasts away. “Will you just stop?!” She demanded, hoping that some griffen would answer to her.
It wasn’t working. Angry, the mare stomped away from the mess that was her wagon, hoping to maybe help somebody else out... though it seemed everyone had their own agenda.
Granted, the poor mare hadn’t done a good job of being very outgoing durning this little excursion. She would’ve cursed herself, if it wasn’t for the fact that she had only come along for her sister’s sake.
If there was ever a time she felt she was doing terribly as a merchant, it was while she had been to Onea.
This was getting tiresome.
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Post by inke-ri on Jan 21, 2018 21:25:04 GMT -6
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For some reason, the mare didn't quite believe Asalah when she said everything was under control. The griffin currently trying to get around Airita lost its patience, slashing at her with its claws, and the mare grunted, slashing the blade and feeling it tear through some of its feathers. With an indignant screech, it flew off, leaving Airita free to catch up with As.
The merchant paused briefly to realize most of the other critters had scattered, though she couldn't know if they'd return. Airita paused to throw a few of her most expensive items back into her wagon, then trotted towards Asalah. "Come on, we had worse than this before." She patted the older mare gently with her telekinesis. "Lets go and help my new friends, mmm? Maybe you can convince that griffin to give whatever it took back-- is that a horse?!"
Poking Asalah one last time to get her to follow, Airita padded up behind the Onean mares, overhearing something about a knife. "Hey, speaking of that, thanks for the blade," she called to them, "We can work out a deal for it after this is over." Then, looking up, she added to the horse now stuck up a tree: "Don't worry, we'll get you down!" It was a really strange sight, and Rita had had her fair share of weird in her short 18 years.
Turning to the Oneans and hopefully Asalah- had she followed?-- she proceeded to whisper softly. "Sooooo, Do we have a plan?"
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Jan 21, 2018 22:00:54 GMT -6
Kiger scooped up a ton of snow and patted it messily on top of the tarp, figuring that if the annoying animals failed to get a good view of the cart, then they wouldn't bother her. Satisfied, she turned around only to realize that the majority of the flock were eagerly picking things off a poor zonkey's back while the larger ones struggled to heave all the mare's goods off her back.
Well, at least her setup is sturdy, Kiger thought briefly. She supposed it was both a blessing and a curse that the straps were so durable--while it meant the zonkey was stuck to her things, at least she didn't seem like she would be randomly falling to the ground either. A broken leg would certainly be poor for business.
The black mare skirted around the biggish griffin she had injured earlier and headed for the zonkey, who the unruly hybrids had left in a tree. Some more adventurous pygmy griffins were still picking things off her back--little jewels, scrap metals, broken things--and Kiger felt anger rise up in her throat. Stupid little creatures! Then she looked over her shoulder at the ragged mass of feathers she'd left by the side of the road. Huh, "little" creatures.
Turning back, she saw that some of the others had reached the zonkey's tree before she could, and they appeared to be agitatedly discussing methods of getting the other mare down. As Kiger slowed and tried to think of non-ridiculous ideas to contribute, she felt like she was grasping at straws. Looking around, she realized that none of the horses present were pegasi.
"If someone's got a blanket, we could perhaps hold it over a snowbank and have her drop into it... If that's not an option, well, we could always just chop the tree down," she put in with a shrug.
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Post by villanesque on Jan 21, 2018 22:34:46 GMT -6
ℭ𝔥𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 | Traveling Merchant↢ Chekilla had finally managed to drive away the griffin assaulting her by the time backup had arrived. To her small delight she realized that the horse who had arrived was the flea-bitten gray mare from before. Thank Kaia....and Ignacio she guessed. Now she wasn't alone.
"My father taught me how to fight a little with one," Chekilla said quickly as the other mare asked if she was any good with a knife, "but, I'm not getting into the Valkyries anytime soon with these skills." Arita was also back again; she probably finished helping her sister then.
Chekilla looked up at the stranded zonkey and sighed, kicking the lifeless griffin body at her hooves gently. "I nailed one of them and scared a few others, so I can just keep throwing them until they leave, but she's still stuck up there and she probably doesn't have that strong of a grip to wait that long." It was pretty impressive that the Aodhian was still managing to hang on to the tree, given her background, and Chekilla had never seen a horse climb a tree.
What could they honestly do?
Another mare's presence broke the young merchant's thoughts. Did anyone had a blanket, she asked, and Chekilla's expression brightened. Blanket? Blankets? She had many.
"I'll be back," she exclaimed, and took off without another word, heading straight back to her cart, almost unable to feel her own hooves as they tingled with fear and excitement. Bumping into the cart itself, Chekilla was glad that she hadn't locked the trunk to the wagon after all. She tugged out a large, heavy black pelt sewn together from several different bear hides, meant to be a rug or a comforter for some horse's bed. This could easily catch the helpless Aodhian! Wasting no time, the merchant carried the pelt back to the others.
"This is big practically enough to cover up an Ursa Major," Chekilla said as soon as she dropped the pelt at the other mare's hooves. To the black mare, the zonkey added, "We can hold it over just like you said. There's four of us so we can just grab the edges."
As she spoke, Chekilla couldn't help but to note that four regular mares were going to create a plan to save someone from a griffin attack...and they were going to succeed.Post #5
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Post by mmmaciemaybe on Jan 21, 2018 23:59:59 GMT -6
 Lyssandra; Merchant Chaos ensued around Lys. What a mess. All she cared about though was getting these pesky bird cats out of her stuff. Two more joined the one on her cart, and they quickly got to working picking them gems off a bridle. “Hey! I worked hard on that!” Lys shouted, though it was no use. The Griffins paid her no mind. Lys glanced around, trying to figure out how to get rid of them. A satchel hanging off her cart caught her eye. Lys snatched it up before the griffins can turn on her to protect their prize. Tucked inside was a stash of scrap gems she keeps around just in case. She thought “just in case” ment a bridle or collar lost a gem, or someone wanted her to decorate something, not distracting griffins. Lys opened the satchel wide and gave it a good shake. The griffins perked up at the familiar clicking. “Here you go.” Lys dumped the gems out on the ground, well away from all of the chaos. The griffins dropped the bridle and flocked to the gems, scrabbling to pick out the best ones before the others do. While they were distracted, Lys tossed the rest of her goods into her cart and pulled the tarp tight back over it. She stuck her tongue out at the griffins. It made her feel better. She could only hope everyone else was faring better.
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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Jan 23, 2018 0:07:42 GMT -6
O'neal for real;Aodh | Weapon Smith
WHAT IS GOING ON
Words. No. It was just noise. All the stress from the attack griffons and the screaming equine voices made something give out in O'neal. She didn't understand that only the why. Soon the trees, including the one that became her lifeline, turned into just shapes. The voices below, more and more gathering now, were just that: sound. The little zonkey hung onto the tree for dear life. With her mind starting to mend, she began questioning why? Her tiny form shivering under the thoughts that loomed and clouded. It wasn't sadness, no. Her mind just felt fuzzy.
Before knowing it, her teke lost it's grip and the mare started to tumble down. Whether the folks down under were ready or not she was falling. It felt like the world was going in slow motion while O'neal wasn't while she fell. A moment of not knowing what would happen next.
WHOOSH!
Whatever she landed on, blanket, snow, or horse, it was enough to break her fall. It sure as hell hurt though. "You guys...suck at this." And she was back again to her normal grumbling self. Hooves still pointed to the sky in a daze.
O'neal wrap up post. End.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jan 23, 2018 21:55:58 GMT -6
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END POST The camp fell into chaos. The stallions struggled to get himself back to his cart, Kigo snapping at anything that flew close. The stallion quickly pulled back the tarp. Almost catching his pup under the pine coloured sheet. A griffin dived down at his head and Alarik snapped at it. All the while the hybrids squawked the same thing over and over again. “Shiny, Shiny, Need Shiny.” Alarik batted them away with his teke. His ears falling flat. “Not your shiny!” The stallion hissed. Baring his teeth and Kigo snapping after another one that ran across the ground. Some sort of jewel in its beak. Alarik cared for his own things. Trying to shoo off any of those scavengers around his cart. Scared incase they got into it. There was a yelp and the stallion turned around just in time to see O’neal flying off. “What in Argus’s name!” Alarik belted out. A stomp of the hoof warned Kigo of his movement. Alarik didn’t care about his stuff anymore. He cared about keeping the party safe. That was his first priority. A few of the others noticed too and the mare became stranded up a tree.
Alarik quickly walked over just in time for the Warforged Zonkey to come back with a really big pelt. His ears pricked at the sight. The girls quickly to a side each. Alarik taking hold last minute. Not like he could do much but it's the thought that counts. The pint-sized pony leaped out of the tree her merchandise and bag smacking his square in the face. Alarik let go. Staggering back. Stunned a little. The stallion shook it off or attempted to at least before blood began dripping from his nose. “God’s be damned” the stallion let out. The tipping point for the day. He was wet and cold from the sleet, annoyed by the Griffin’s and now his nose began to bleed. He trotted back over to his cart rummaging through some stuff before pulling out a clean rag and holding it to his muzzle.
The camp began cleaning up after the at little escapade. The odd Griffin still poking its head out amongst the trees but the group was ready this time if any of the tried anything. If anything it brought the caravans together a little more. Alarik bought and swapped a few weapons. Nice looking designs as well as the balance and blade of the swords. A nice set of Throwing Knives and a heavy axe. Raynon should be happy with this. Alarik was unsure what he lost but he could admit the Aodh herd’s alliance with the WarForged grew a little stronger. Both groups stayed till the sun began to set. Trading stories, attempting to describe what each herds culture was like and laughs and cheer all around. The Aodh caravan said their dues and both herds separated. Alarik and the gang began making their long trek back to Valore. Of course stopping back off in Bloom and the other little villages along the way.
Alarik chanted back to the group. “Last one back to the White Crow pays the tab”. The best tavern and inn back in Bloom, non the less. His spirits a little higher now after warming up to the other horses.
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Post by BrynLison on Jan 24, 2018 21:43:46 GMT -6
Ula
War-Forged Merchant
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Before she could even take a moment to completely figure out her plan someone had suggested a blanket and after a moment, the Zonkey Chekilla had returned with a large pelt to use and without a thought the Aodhian zonkey had all but lept from the tree and landed on her back on the pelt and snowfall. Ula let out a breath she was relieved the mare was safe from the treetops now.
Everything seemed to go back to normal save for the occasional stray griffin popping in to try and take something as everyone had returned to their wagons and continue to trade their wares. Ula had managed to get a few of her things back out and give Chekilla the case of soaps and such she had requested before the attack. She had thought that in trade for the knife set she would most likely trade for a few pelts or maybe try and get her hands on some velvet or silk. Once their deal was done she also finished her deals with Airita she was hoping to try and deal for either some nice loose jewels or a nice piece of jewelry to add to her collection of “Finery”
Of course at the end of the day she was exhausted and now that they were able to head out she quickly put the remains of her wares into the wagon and readied herself to leave, she bid a fond farewell to Airita and her sister, she would have to ask Mekhl to try and find them so that she might get a letter to them. Above anything though she was ready to collapse in her bed and bury her head in the pillows and bear pelts.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 29, 2018 16:48:01 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to: Alarik, Chekilla, Airita, Soriano, Ula, Kiger, Lyssandra, O'Neal, Asalah, Killiah
Additionally! Each character who completed the plot receives ONE free accessory item from the shop, worth up to 20CS |
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