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Post by Jennycallie on Dec 14, 2017 21:46:46 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 510: Contrast  Team Leader: Darth Vidar Participants: Vlad, Inga, Vidalia, Bjarke, Sigyn, Nathaniel, Alvaro, Luana, Gentle Step 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: With no home to return to, Vidar and his crew have to raid to survive. Wishing to avoid the... extremity, of what happened at Holmsa, the team scouts out a quiet, remote area of the farmlands and plans a raid. The weather is worsening, prompting the neighboring farmers (still unaware of the threat creeping upon them) to gather and share resources, before planning to disperse and weather out the worst of the storm. Location: Farmlands Time of Day: Evening Current Weather: Here comes the snow You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Dec 15, 2017 19:42:35 GMT -6
 One Who Treads Gently;Warforged | Farmer
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why they call it the present.
Gently, the first flecks of snow trickled from the greying heavens. The winds beckoned the aging stallion from his ephemeral home away from home. Gentle Step came down the mountains probing for quiet rumination and to avail those who needed it. Though older, the dappled horse still utilized himself. Availing the younger farmers in the tradition, passed down the generations, of farming. Goodness, how the years have switched his hooves. Once a fearsome raider, once a patient teacher, but always a rejuvenator of the soul in his obligations.
The individual snuffled out of his shelter, yearning to feel the serene flakes on his hide. The cold soothed this old horse's battle scars. A story for another time. He trudged, feeling everything on his way taking in all that was offered on Kaia's niveous tops, Gentle ceased short of a ledge. One could virtually believe he would fall if another step were taken. Looking over the ledge he blurrily saw the blindingly white snow had not yet claimed the terrain as the moist frozen dirt still prevailed. Gentle Step was standing higher and further than most others on top a marginal hill. It overlooked the farmlands. If he wasn't visually impaired it would be a beautiful sight to behold.
This is going to be such a peaceful evening.
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 16, 2017 16:02:20 GMT -6
Alvaro
War-Forged | Farmer
Your Bodyguard?
His gardener!
"Have a save way home and give your wife my regards. I come and visit you soon, I promise. And don't worry, I won't forget to bring a present for your daughter."
he said with a good-natured smile before he closed the door behind his old friend. He just completely surprisingly stood in the doorway today and asked for some help. The fellow farmer have had a bad harvest this year, like so many others. Alvaro himself almost had a bad harvest, but then Kaia blessed him with plant manipulation and so he managed to save his crops. His pantry was filled under the roof and he planned on trading a decent part of his crops for other goods. Actually he had planned to leave his home within the next few days to start his trading tour through Onea, but the bad weather has scotched that for now.
Alvaro locked the door behind him and and walked back to his warm fire place. The crackling noise of burning logs, mixed with the unhealthy sounding snoring of his Tibetan Mastiff Cielo. The white dog had curled up as close to the fire as possible and had a peaceful expression on his face. Alvaro planned to do the same, after making himself a nice, hot tea.
With a slight smile he looked out of the window, towards the giant tree in which an unknown horse before him had carved a stylized version of Kaia's face inside the rough wood. Now that face became slowly covered with soft, powdery snow.
A few minutes later, the large Hippocampus lay down beside his dog with pleasantly groan, a poem book in front of him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 11:09:52 GMT -6
vidar divining the right from the wrong The weather on land was miserable, but Vidar preferred it to the previous night at sea. Hail and sleet had pelted the slowly-spinning Trespasser through the night, striping the furled sails with ice, turning the footing to slush on the decks. The sea had been unhappy, agitated but rhythmic, tugging the Trespasser against her anchor just enough to keep him from sleep.
It felt like weeks since he could sleep. This damned eye never closed.
He felt the hesitation and silence every time he showed his face -- this face, his new face -- around his crew. He used to walk among them, smiling, gambling, passing the days at sea, but now they watched him like they'd watch a wolf in a trap. Their unease, their pity, he couldn't stand it. It drove him to his cabins more and more often; he walked the deck only in the solitude of darkness, and left Alcippe to command in his stead.
Alcippe wasn't here, though. She had taken the ship to unburden them of their stolen fortune in Aodhian opium; the shards she'd get in exchange would be enough to start a fleet. Until then, Vidar and his raiders were on their own, left to find their own shelter from the storm.
The golden glint of a lit window was barely visible on the hillside ahead, through the falling snow. "There," he said to the silent crowd. He pointed his sword to the farmstead, a cluster of buildings that looked full and warm, and began to climb the hill.
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 20, 2017 17:12:38 GMT -6
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VIDALIA | BLOODY FLANKS | RAIDER
Rise and fall, the tide surrounds and drowns us all.
It was a rare occurrence that Aclippe was not by her side during a raid, and Vidalia felt as though a part of her was missing, like a vital limb had been severed from her body before the heat of battle had even begun. She didn’t trust her other crew-mates as implicitly as she once might have, for there were far too many new faces, their minds all festering with doubt regarding her captain’s capabilities and sanity.
But, despite the gradual decline of moral, Vidalia was not amongst the dissenters. The raider was one of the few still willing to look Vidar in the eye, and ready to deck anyone who spoke ill of him.
She had not forgotten about the destruction of the Ghosthold however, nor her grizzled guardian, Synn. Their brief reunion had left a bitter taste in her mouth, and deep, deep down, buried beneath a facade of seeming indifference; held guilt. The scout had raised her, trained her and she had repaid Synn in kind by turning her back against the entire clan, and abandoning the ones that needed them most.
Thoughts turning dark, the mule sighed heavily and shook the light snowfall from her coat, listening to the gentle clink of chainmail against her side. She had left her hammer aboard The Trespasser in exchange for a short sword and dagger, taking her chances with stealth over brute strength.
Falling in step with her captain, she ascended in stride with him; blade clenched a little too tightly in hand and ready to draw first blood.
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Post by empyre on Dec 20, 2017 18:57:30 GMT -6
Sigyn || ScoutRecent days have been...tense. Not so much for Sigyn themself, but the crew -- both new faces and old -- have been skirting around Vidar as though he carried the plague. Sigyn could tell it was effecting the young stallion, and they tried their best to keep him close; to make sure he knew he was still loved. They weren't entirely sure it was working, but at least he was up and off the ship for a little while.
Sigyn offered a grin to Vidalia as they followed Vidar up the hill. Sigyn had always had a soft spot for those crew members younger than themself, but Vidalia even more so; the mule mare one of the few who still could look Vidar in the eye and who offered biting words and hooves to those who defied him. They winked an amber eye at the mule before trotting forward, nodding at Vidar as they continued past their captain towards their target. They've done this song and dance a thousand times, pretending to be a poor lost soul in need of refuge to lower their targets' guard and distract from the true threat of the raiders laying in wait. Removing their prosthetic about half-way to the buildings, they stowed it carefully away in their bag as they exaggerated their limp. Once within earshot they called out, forcing their tone to turn shaky and weak,
"H-help! Is anyone there? I need help!"
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Post by Tea-Of-Eternity on Dec 20, 2017 19:56:11 GMT -6
Luana
War-Forged | Farmer
After months of being gone Luana finally returned home, as she reached Alvaro house she looked up at the sky as the snow
slowly fell onto her face and her coat. It had been awhile from being home, after hearing the news about her parents she
had vanished for months. Nobody knew she had finally returned home but now the snow had finally started to fall, she let
out a soft sigh as she approached the house. She whispered to herself “Well.. Feels good to finally be back home.”
As she let herself fall against the side of the house letting out a sigh of relief as she was tired from her long Journey,
she leaned against the wall and felt like she was about to fall asleep her coat was already thick so she wasn’t really that
cold. As she looked past all the trees and looked forward she was really finally home after all this time, she sure was going
to enjoy being back home. She closed her eyes not even realising how tired she really was and never thought she would have
been this tired, her body slowly slide down the side of the house as she softly landed on the snowy ground.
She laid her head against the house her ears was flat against her head, her mane flopped in front of her face covering her eye’s
making it easier to rest. She felt her body finally relaxing she was going to rest here for awhile as she didn't know if Alvaro
was awake or asleep and she didn't want to wake him if he was asleep, she just felt relief to finally be home she just want to
lay here all day.
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Post by Bootless-Box on Dec 23, 2017 0:23:18 GMT -6
♡ NATHANIEL ♡
apprentice (farmer) | colt | he/him
- Nate was left to do the tying down of farm tools by himself. His uncle and his mother went to go talk to the others and asked him to stay on their farm. So he did, whistling chirpy tunes as he went, picking up most of the tools with his teke but having to pick the hoe up with his mouth. As he did this he switched from whistling to humming and bounced about, opening his wings to the wind that was picking up. He worried about the coming storm and Amber and his father. He wished they'd come home. But, he knew better than to ask that of them, they had their own duties. So the prancing colt ignored his worry and put away the tools, taking a minute to set down the hoe. He then went to check over the plants one more time before heading in, the wind was beginning to whip his mane and tail around.
- Nate closed the door with his hoof, and grabbed a blanket. As he curled up next to the window he tucked his red and blue wings against him and looked out. "I wonder what's taking them so long?" Nate thought out loud as his blue eyes searched the landscape. He wished they'd both hurry back and that his dad would come back. He knew Amber had the other Valkyries and that his sister had others watching her back, but he did not know the same of his father. He wished childishly that his father would just come home during every storm and save them the worry. But he knew that both Amber and his father had to go, and he just sighed. He shuffled in anticipation for his mother and uncle, never one to sit still for long. Nate thought he saw someone on the hill in the distance and squinted, moving closer. He wiped the moisture off the window and squinted some more. Maybe it really was his dad!! He jumped up in excitement but paused as he heard, "H-help! Is anyone there? I need help!" He knew then it wasn't his father but he could see the limp the equine had. Ooo boy. He bounced back ad forth on his hooves, his horse shoes clanking on the floor. His family forbid him from greeting strangers or even leaving the land unless they were there. But they weren't there and someone else was in trouble. His anxious pacing and indecisiveness was unheard by everyone, except for him.
- He groaned, knowing that he was going to be in so much trouble as he put his pelt on and went outside. He had no weapons if it was a cultist or a vagabond, but he grabbed the pitch fork and headed towards the figure cautiously. He debated going back and shutting the door like he was supposed to, but his heart just wouldn't let him leave someone out in the weather when they were hurt. The oblivious colt flared his wings and called out, "A-are you okay? My name is Nate, who are you?" from afar. His instincts telling him to stop a ways away from this stranger, but his heart told him to go help the stranger. His feet did not move farther after he could see the equine fairly well, probably about 40 feet away. His instincts and gut feeling won out over his heart. What a foolish kid he was, bringing a pitchfork to a blessing fight, or going at all. But he was not the only one in the village, just the only one dumb enough to answer.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 12:12:37 GMT -6
vidar now im stuck between alive and after Sigyn's game was always entertaining to watch. They had a way of grabbing the pity (and, more importantly, the attention) of passersby that stood in stark contrast to their dark capabilities. Vidar's beaming eye remained on the scene -- Sigyn limping theatrically into town, the farmer boy playing right into their show -- as he led the group the long way up the hill under the cover of snowfall. With a flick of his reality manipulation, he created a path for the Flanks to canter up quickly, a tunnel of dry summer footing and warm, clear air. They wouldn't have to fight the storm or the high snow, and so were able to climb to the farmstead in impressive time.
As the Flanks filed out of the path he'd made, Vidar collapsed the miniature reality in a dull flash of red light. Back in the real world, Sigyn's wails echoed up at them from below.
Unseen by the raiders, Gentle Step and Luana were both in unique positions to watch them clearly emerge from a seam in space, and begin to move around the small village.
"Spread out. See what you can find." If he could have held that summer scene forever, he would have. He found his bones aching for the warmth of a fire. Vidar eyed the smoke rising from Alvaro's chimney, and looked forward to his first hot meal in weeks. With another crackling flash of red magic, Vidar created an open door in the wall before him and, drawing his sword, walked confidently through, into the home.
He fixed his ghost eye on Alvaro. "Get out."
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 9, 2018 14:11:39 GMT -6
Alvaro
War-Forged | Farmer
Your Bodyguard?
His gardener!
Within the matter of a moment, the peaceful crackling of the fire turned into something else. His whole house seemed to groan under a massive weight when a strange kind of magic was used to tear open one of the walls behind him.
The alarmed farmer struggled to get to his feet, due to his size and weight it took him longer than he had liked too.
Not far away from him, the now angry Tibetan Mastiff also rose to his feet and started to bark at the dark stranger that just walked into Alvaros home - through a hole in the wall that hadn’t been there only seconds ago.
Instinctively the Hippocampus reached for the heavy axe that stood besides the chimney. Actually it was meant for chopping wood, but it was just as useful for scare vagrants away.
The hard work on the fields had made him strong, so he had no problem with lifting the weapon with his teke.
“Cielo, stay back!” he barked at the dog, since he don’t wanted him to get hurt. The mastiff followed his owners orders, but kept barking at the stranger.
“Get out? OVER MY DEAD BODY!” he snarled. This was his home and he wouldn’t let an arrogant thief like him scare him away.
When the light of the fires flame hit the face of the stranger, Alvaro unintentionally made a step backwards.
“What in Kaia’s name are you?”
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Post by Tea-Of-Eternity on Jan 10, 2018 22:24:41 GMT -6
Luana
War-Forged | Farmer
As Luana was drifting in and out of her nap she heard a loud crashing noise jumping her awake, she looked around but didn’t see anything something didn’t set right in her stomach. She was confused as to where the noise came from but she didn’t move from her spot, she felt the sleepiness come back onto her as she closed her eyes again. She then Heard Alvaro yelling and she jumped up before she even realised she was on her feet and moving towards the door, “ALVARO? Are you alright?” She ran towards the door and realised someone else was in the house.
She ran inside and saw something she had never seen before she ran in front of Alvaro and had her ears pinned against her skull, not understanding what she was even looking at every bone in her body shivered at the sight of this. She did no one thing she refused to let anyone Hurt him no matter how much fear was built up in her, she knew where she stood and that was in front of Alvaro and she was not going to move for anyone. She knew what she was getting herself into but this was first time in her life showing she was brave, “What are you?” She didn’t understand what happened or why but this was something she had never seen before.
This was probably something she would never understand on what happened to this stranger standing in front of them, for the fact he also wasn’t here to tell them his story either. She knew one thing he wasn’t something good and knew he probably wasn’t alone and was here for a reason, a reason she really didn’t want to know all she knew is to protect Alvaro and Cieo. She was not be a fighter but she has a weight that can push her to be if provoked she wasn’t for Violence anymore but something about this didn’t set right with her, maybe he will leave and maybe not but she wasn’t going to let Anyone get hurt from this either. “ I won’t let you hurt him if that’s what you're here for.”
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 11, 2018 9:48:21 GMT -6
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VIDALIA | BLOODY FLANKS | RAIDER
Rise and fall, the tide surrounds and drowns us all.
She still wasn’t used to their captain's ability to render the world around them into something so vivid from their stark reality.
The scene he managed to procure at no more than a moment's notice was enchanting to behold, but once it had faded from view, it only made the bite of winter that much more callous.
Vidalia paused on the precipice of the hill, watching as Vidar made his way [quite literally] into one of the numerous farmhouses before heeding his request.
Mulling over her options, she tipped an ear back towards Sigyn.
The unicorn crept towards Nate’s homestead whilst the boy was preoccupied with the scout’s melodramatic display, holding in a soft guff of laughter as he brandished a pitchfork in answer to their cries.
Side-eyeing the open door, she waited for others to join the apprentice, and when no one did, approached the young pegasus from the side; wielding her sword in a gilded hand of golden teke.
“I suggest you drop it, boy.” She growled, eyes alight at the prospect of a fight.
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Post by Bootless-Box on Jan 21, 2018 12:32:17 GMT -6
♡ NATHANIEL ♡
apprentice (farmer) | colt | he/him
- Snow began to cloud his eyes as he blinked, and he began to regret coming out to see what was going on. Nate called out again as the figure became clearer, but it came out as a nervous whisper. He hadn't seen anyone else yet and was hoping that it was just a traveler in need of assistance. His wings were tucked closely around him and his teke grip on the pitchfork tightened as he waited for a reply. The reply came from another though, "I suggest you drop it, boy,” and the owner of the voice came from seemingly no where. That was not what Nate was thinking of as he jumped away, however. He jumped wildly to the side, eyes white, and a shrill scream of surprise erupted from the boy. He swung the pitchfork in her general direction in his panic as he had not seen the threat approach him. His wings had splayed out and his feathers were all fluffed out in sheer terror and he tried to actually comprehend what the attacker had said. After a second he sort of calmed down and said hurriedly "Who- who are you!? What d-do you want!?" He still held his pitchfork, like one would a lifeline, but he hadn't heard Vidalia's threat the first time, as he had panicked.
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Post by fynli on Jan 22, 2018 13:50:58 GMT -6
Following Vidar’s lead, the giant brute of a woman found her way to the back of the house. Spotting Luana run inside, Inga followed, shifting her enormous wings as she ducked inside the doorway. Yellow eyes scanned the room in disinterest- unable to find anything worth taking in her interest. This was a boring mission for her, albeit important for the survival of whatever was left of the Flanks. She itched for a true fight though.
Shouting in the other room drew her attention and she grinned, encasing the axe handle she carried from the ship in golden teke. Perhaps this would be fun after all.
Looming in the doorway, Inga peered at the couple, her gaze scrutinizing. How dull War-Forged were- although some part of her admired this mare’s courage to stand up to Vidar; however, she was only doing it to protect her husband. Inga sneered at this, teeth glinting in the firelight.
“I suggest you listen to him or else I’ll be happy to force you out myself,” Inga growled, sizing up the other mare with a hint of glee in her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to take a loyal War-Forged out, mare to mare.
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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Jan 22, 2018 16:52:13 GMT -6
One Who Treads Gently;Warforged | Farmer
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why they call it the present.
Raw and unbound energy emerged and drilled its way into the mountain, Gentle could feel the danger in the air. Blurs went back and forth. The old stallion's eyes long since failing. Gentle Step saw some new figures come, but did they see him? Old raider habits die hard, sensing these new shapes were not friendly. A grunt formed in the giant's throat. Contemplating.
On one hoof, he could attempt to fight off the incoming raiders. In his old age, Gentle Step figured it was a losing battle being mostly blind and long past his prime. And on the other, he could sneak away to find better, more fit, warriors. Oh how the Forgers would look down on this, he knew. Why must our kind fight? The question always lingered in his mind. The whole herd must consider the stallion a peacelovin' hippy with that mindset. Yet it was his opinion to keep.
"Forgive me." A whisper on the wind. None would probably hear. With the sky and snow matching his coat he used that as cover, surely moving further and further away from the farmlands. Only with help would he return.
Wrap up post for Gentle Step. End.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2018 23:18:53 GMT -6
vidar now im stuck between alive and after Vidar's expression was deadened as the hound and its master both snarled at him. The modest farmstead hardly seemed like something worth dying over, but he supposed the winter outside was unforgiving. The simple warmth of the hearth flooded his skin with welcome relief, and it was all he could do not to simply melt to the floor. He was so tired. Months of toil and doldrums aboard the Trespasser, surviving by violence, had worn him to the bone.
Alvaro's rage and Luana's fear hardly registered with him. His one eye looked them over with disinterest. He was tired of killing. The village of Holmsa screamed in the back of his mind without end.
What in Kaia's name are you? The question would have made him smile once. He barely blinked. "I'm cold." He answered, amused but earnest. He didn't match Inga's intensity, instead walking to stand by the crackling fire. Vidar put the growling of the dog and the threatening voices out of his head.
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 23, 2018 1:51:42 GMT -6
Alvaro
War-Forged | Farmer
Your Bodyguard?
His gardener!
A familiar voice put him off his stroke for a moment. He didn’t even know that Luana was back. It was the most inopportune time to come home.
“Yes I’m alright.” he quickly assured her, just moments before another mare entered the room. At first he thought it was a stallion, but her voice revealed the truth.
The smaller stallion looked more than creepy, but Alvaro might be able to overwhelm him. That mare however…
“Luana, take Cielo and leave.” he said urgently, and when he saw the resistance in her eyes, he added a growled “That’s an ORDER. Leave!”
He don’t wanted to boss her around, but this was not the time for a discussion. This was his home, and he wouldn’t leave it. But Luana don’t had to get hurt for his stubbornness.
Alvaro glanced over the strangers again. These weren’t mere Vagabonds...maybe...he had a chance. If his assumption was right.
His gaze shifted from the stallion, to the large mare. “I know Rose.” he said, much calmer now. The farmer felt terrible to reveal this well-kept secret now, but hopefully it could save himself and Luana.
“She had been cold too, when I found her. She floated lifelessly in the water after a huge storm. She found a place to stay at my home, until she had recovered. We are all Kaia’s children…”
He thought about the earth goddess silver trees, they had appeared in the farmlands for a reason, he was sure. Everything would be alright.
“I can offer you the same as her”
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 29, 2018 17:47:22 GMT -6
Kaia's not mad, she's disappointed Your plot tragically (TRAGICALLY YOU GUYS) is not complete. Stay tuned for the wrap-up journal. I cry.20 AP and 20 CS to: Alvaro, Vidar, Vidalia, Luana, Gentle Step
10 AP and 10 CS to: Nathaniel
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