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Post by Jennycallie on Dec 14, 2017 21:48:31 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 512: Consequences  Team Leader: Alcippe Participants: Briar, Faraji, Bergen (NPC), Killian, Goss, Newt, Cricket, Ravage, Alet, Dante 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: Trading with the exiled Bloody Flanks had seemed like an easy way to make some fast money for the Merchant Killian, especially for... less than legitimate goods. But a near-miss with some of the Forged's Raiders put the fear of Kaia in the Merchant, and he went to ground, missing a rendezvous with the Flanks and keeping his head down. The Bloody Flanks of the north have sent Bergen, a raider, to hold the trader accountable, while members of the oblivious Trespasser crew make a stop at his port to unload their fortune of stolen opium. They aren't the only ones watching. Nearby, mercenaries (some of whom have encountered the traitor before) are drawn in by the price raiders have placed on Killian's head. This time, they know exactly who they're after -- and exactly who they're up against. Crossing swords will be worth it, for the bounty Killian is worth. Location: Killian's trading port, on the east coast of Onea.Time of Day: Noon Current Weather: Light snow Please wait for your leader to post!
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 16, 2017 23:53:08 GMT -6
alcippe
the wishes i've made are too vicious to tell
the devil, already he knows me too well
The ship, the beloved Trespasser, waited at anchor. The harbor they’d found rocked her gently, the wood moaning softly against the tide as she drifted to the end of her tether. Alcippe was not a sentimental person or one given to assigning feelings to objects, but even her practical mind conjured a sense of yearning from the vessel. Vidar had left to assault another village in his journey through grief. Alcippe had grasped her own acceptance months before but she understood quietly that he had to come to it in his own time. Her role could never be one of counselor.
While he and Vladimir raided in a pretense at doing something, she got the opportunity to lead the first actually useful expedition they’d had since leaving Ghosthold. The opium they’d stolen from the Aodhian merchants was still tightly packed in their hold but it did them little good as its current form of drugs. It needed to become currency.
She’d left several on board to guard from foolhardy but opportunistic thieves. Her company today was a motley crue with all of dedicated warriors commandeered by their captain. Not that her companions were wholly without battle experience as the shipmates were often called upon as reserve forces in scuffles.
Curtly, she nodded to the pair and led the way up the path to the merchant, Killian’s hideaway, amending her strides to accommodate Briar’s, ahem, shorter ones. She nodded at Faraji as the medic fell in step as well. With luck, this would be a simple negotiation and transaction. Killian, professional as he was monetarily ambitious, generally was sensible enough with trade.
They rounded on the tiny pony shortly after. Unwilling to stoop, Alcippe found herself looking down her scarred nose at the merchant. “Killian, Vidar sent us to find you," she said briskly, wanting this to be done and them to be gone.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Dec 17, 2017 0:15:14 GMT -6
Dante ~ MercenaryDante quietly made his way through the woods. He had been carefully tracking the small stallion for the past few days. There was no need to be in a hurry, only a fool would rush in for that bounty. Killian surely had someone keeping him safe.
The Mercenary finally reached his destination. The hideout was well hidden, but that didn't mean others hadn't already breached it. The place had to be crawling with others like him, in search of the bounty. Dante couldn't really say it mattered too much to him, but it was a decent way to kill some time.
Dante let his navy teke curl tightly around the hilt of his sword. He had to plot this out. Killian had to be hidden within. But, there was no way of knowing for sure. The pony had to be doing some sort of devious dealings. The stallion closed the distance while still keeping cover in the trees. Dante took in a deep breath. There had to be a good way to execute this. He let out the breath.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Dec 17, 2017 18:08:20 GMT -6
Askja was a small village, nestled between some sharp crags and rocky shores. Compared to the usual roughness of the Onean coast, the village was protected by an inlet where the waves were gentle and docks were possible. The path to the shore was steep, and the houses and shops leaned on the cliffs, but it had been a welcome sight to sailors for generations. It was here, in this quiet, quaint, cobblestone fishing village that Killian was looking through some paperwork.
Gosslyn, Cricket, and Newt were with him. The rest of the hired help had returned to their business, and just the illiterate assistant, two headed freak, and runt remained. Killian looked over the papers and ledgers, and handed them across to the dockmaster and the King's Things bookkeeper here in Askja. The most recent shipments were approved and delivered, and prices were figured out. The Sea Dragon, one of the King's Things Co.'s larger ships, would be docking in Askja soon to pick up their shipment and take it north. For now, Killian's job was done. Bidding the other horses goodbye, the dockmaster and bookkeper left to go organize the shipment. It was just Goss, Newt, Killian, and Cricket in the small office room.
Killian's teke grabbed at his cloak and swung it over his shoulders to prepare for the trek back to Skeldr, when who should appear in the window but Alcippe and a group of other Flanks.
Before a panicked squeak could escape the pony's lungs, the mare and her followers were inside, the door closing quietly behind them.
The pegasus' initial fear was that they were here for his blood. Killian quickly reminded himself this wasn't the case: a few months ago, when he had met with the Flanks, he had put a few things together. A) Vidar had abandoned the flanks, and they were in a rather desperate situation. Much too desperate to be hunting him down. I mean, Killian cut communications with Ulda (the Flank in charge of communicating their rendezvous) not long after, and failed to send his usual shipments as promised. He'd ghosted them in an attempt to lay low, and even after a few months, there had been no repercussions. B) Vidar was likely dead, banished and separated from the other flanks. He remembered Alcippe by face. She was of his crew, and likely unaware of his recent avoidance of the Bloody Flanks. It also meant she was one of the horses who... who decimated Holmsa.
For now he'd just play it cool.
"We're closing up," the pony huffed, scrunching his brows. "Sorry, no--"
Killian, Vidar sent us to find you.
The pony's eyes shot open and he blinked.
"Why?" Killian snapped probably a bit too quickly. He reached his teke out and slid closed the curtains to the windows. He then reached for the lock, but thought better of it. Just in case a quick escape was needed. "I thought he was dead?" Killian scanned the three horses before him.
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WC: 528
Go ahead and roll the dice.
But, if you're going to try and win the game, you'll need more than luck.
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Post by ThatDenver on Dec 17, 2017 18:36:18 GMT -6
BERGEN
It had been a long trip.
Not in distance, mind you. He had suffered exile and raiding trips alike, and this was nothing.
No, it was the… Mode of transport.
Armed only with his large body and his lack of notoriety outside the Flank territory, Bergen had set on the journey. First walking, then hitching rides on small fishing vessels. He purchased his way south- and eastwards with physical labor, grateful for the fact that no one particularly questioned his origins. This method saved him walking, and kept him off the main roads where someone might have recognized him, but it also made his path towards his destination less than straight.
On the way there, he had caught wind of scared rumors. A red sailed ship had been sighted here and there, like a phantom. Bergen knew it was the trespasser, and soon it was obvious that he and the Trespasser shared a course.
He wasn’t sure what to think of that. After what happened at Ghosthold Bergen wasn’t particularly keen on any of those aboard the Trespasser, although the tight bonds of the exile clan made him hopeful that some of them might return if they heard what had happened.
They were practically family.
Didn’t mean he wasn’t angry at them.
Bergen had traveled the final miles by foot. From between the trees, he had long since spotted the Trespasser, and with the winter sun high in the sky, he finally reached the port. The Trespasser had beat him to it, but that was of little consequence. He would go through with his mission regardless of what those aboard the wayward flagship had planned for Killian.
He would make the distinct displeasure of the Bloody Flanks known to the merchant, one way or another.
His eyes caught sight of the a few familiar backs, and he followed them. He had not been here before, and found a comfortable distance behind them to be the exact guidance he needed. Much better than knocking on doors and bothering random townsfolk, as that might have warned Killian off.
As the office door flung closed, he opened it again, in time to hear Alcippe speak, and came to stop behind her. Vidar sent them? That couldn’t be right.
The tiny merchant voiced the exact same question, and Bergen huffed.
“Sorry I am late”, he said, voice calm and deep. He made his way in the office, filling the doorway as he pulled the office door closed behind him. The massive raider stomped a hoof a few times in greeting.
“Alcippe, Briar, Faraji”, he acknowledged those present, partly to indicate that regardless of what happened at Ghosthold, and regardless of how betrayed that might have made him feel, he currently held no ill will.
Towards them, that is. Killian was another matter entirely. But that could wait a moment longer. He wanted to hear what they had to say.
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OOC: Bergen was one of the fellas in the Ghosthold plot; seen here: sta.sh/03ec2ebsttr
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Dec 17, 2017 22:12:31 GMT -6
Newt & Cricket
War-Forged Farmers
Two pairs of curious blue eyes watched from the side as Killian handed off shipment papers to his affiliates. Working under the short pegasus had forced the twins to dabble in things outside of their typical farm-work, and while at first the extra communication was found a nuisance, Newt was beginning to see the value in the skill, even if the two seemed to struggle with it for varying reasons.
Both where thankful when the customers came and left with little remarks, as they'd usually receive enough comments on their appearance, even on a good day. Newt stepped forward pulling Cricket along with them as Killian reached for his cloak, they were eager to get moving. Oddly enough, even with their current job, they'd still be in a bit of trouble for missing curfew. Not particularly because their father was worried, but because the two would be less likely to wake up at a reasonable time for morning chores.
"Tha-that's it then, yeah?" Cricket chimed, his curls bouncing with each synchronized step.
"Finally.." Newt mumbled in petty response.
Killian's surely sarcastic reply was not necessary as the wooden door to the small office swung open, emerging from the door way came unknown figures. Strangers to the twins who already knew so little about doings outside of the farmlands. They shifted their weight back onto their hocks with a few steps backward as the warm-colored mare and her followers filled the room. Cricket's ears flicked back at Killi's initial annoyed attempt to shoo them out, yet Newt's pinned as the pony's expression jumped to worry. The intruders weren't mere customers, something was different.
"Vidar." Cricket quietly repeated under his breath, just loud enough for his twin to catch an ear of. The mention of the name had stuck in Newt's mind too, though due to their brother's poor memory, they doubted Cricket remembered the muffled whispering they'd heard throughout Skeldr. Vidar. The name seemed to be latched to rumors that the twins lacked the privilege of hearing completely.
Though perhaps lost in thought for a moment, it didn't take Newt long to snap back to reality. "Hang on." They said stepping forward with furrowed brows, voice cracking as they did so, "Find him? What-- and do what? You can't take him. He's gotta pay us!" At this point Killi had already drawn the curtains and seemed purely anxious, something the twins were not accustomed to witnessing. Though apparently Newt had yet to grasp the weight of the situation.
"Right, Crick? Yeah?" The young farmer continued in attempt to find some support from their twin.
"Uhh, y-yeah, I mean.. We kinda.."Cricket stuttered before his train of thought seemed to fade-- it wasn't a rare occurrence, but Newt could tell his worry was beginning to grow, especially after to Killian's reaction to the new company.
"We kinda do. Kinda do. Yeah, thanks Crick." Newt said with a roll of their eyes before their gaze shifted to bounce between both Killi and the roan mare.
Though the arrivals didn't stop there, as moments later a beast of a stallion pushed through the door. He had a voice calm enough to contrast with his almost threatening appearance, yet that didn't prevent Cricket from taking a small jump sideways into their twin. His reaction was met with a muffled groan from Newt, though they couldn't help the fact that their own blue eyes had grown a bit at the site of the unknown unicorn.
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 18, 2017 16:18:42 GMT -6
FARAJI
Bloody Flank Medic
Tension made Faraji's shoulders stiff and her steps short. Even the curt nod from Alcippe couldn't calm the wave of nerves settling over her. It seemed this was becoming a default of hers. At least on the Trespasser, Faraji could push these feelings aside busying herself with the vast array of injuries the Flanks seemed to conjure up for themselves. There was never a dull moment, even out in the middle of the ocean it seemed. One young raider had managed to sprain his fetlock while on board the ship. How? He wouldn't tell her, which only made her roll her eyes and imagine him doing cartwheels across the deck.
Who knew she could become so busy, but after what had happened in Ghosthold, Faraji couldn't say she'd ever felt bored. Faraji pushed those thoughts aside as they came upon the pony merchant and she let out the breath she had been holding onto. Kaia be good, let this be a profitable trip. She thought, flicking her ears in the direction of Killian. "Some say he is." She glanced at Alcippe, then at Briar and then around to Bergen of all horses as he walked right on into the shop. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, not saying a word as the burly raider greeted them....  ... Word Count: 218 Post 1 |
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 19, 2017 23:48:20 GMT -6
 ALET
"You should have killed me when you had the chance..."
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Work was abundant in Onea since the outbreak of a band of rebels known as the Bloody Flanks, the massive stallion couldn't give two apana shits about the outcome of any political skirmish though. As long as he was paid handsomely Alet was fine knowing as few details as possible, less liability that way. He was starting to build a reputation in these barbaric lands for being a merciless Mercenary, that was part of the reason he took interest in the bounty for the capture of one Killian Underfirth...the other part was because the pint sized con man had wronged him before. Having tracked the pony back to the town of Askja the mercenary decided to set up camp in a strip of forest just beyond sight from the villiage, with a nice view of what he assumed to be Killian's work place. Alet kept his distance from the town, for now.
He knew well what Killian looked like from experience, and he doubted the pegasus would have forgotten his face so quickly considering he had taken a swing with his trusty War Hammer at Killian during their last meeting. Alet knew if he was spotted that the pony would take flight and flee from him again. He couldn't have that happening, not when he was so close to capturing his prey...that is until a band, larger than any he had seen enter before, of horses entered Killlian's establishment and the shuttered were lowered over the windows not long after they entered. This action alerted Alet that something was wrong, or that Killian was partaking in a less than legal transaction with who could be assumed were his Bloody Flank allies. Of all those who had entered the building Alet sized up only one who might match him in physical strength and the red unicorn seemed to be up there in years, the stallion knew better than to count an old dog out of a fight but he couldn't help but feel over confident. Even if he was now outnumbered he'd faced worse odds before and he truly wasn't alone either.
A shrill whistle left his lips and caused a muscular adolescent Hyena to come bolting from deeper within the forest to stand alertly by his side. Jerking his chin towards the building the Hyena, Nani, knew the signal by heart and followed his order quickly. Moving low to the ground Nani crept through the snow between the forest and Askja in an attempt to sneak up towards the building. When she was within 15 feet she did a quick circle, scouting out the surrounding area for further allies of Killian that might be laying in wait, preparing for an ambush. While his companion was scouting out the area Alet quickly gathered his things from around his makeshift shelter, slipped into his leather harness and began strapping his various weapons to his body. His favorite of the three, his War Hammer hung loosely on his hip while the gold dagger that was strapped to the inside of his left foreleg glittered in the light and he held an iron short sword on the opposite shoulder. Best to be prepared for anything and go in 'guns blazing'...or however they say it in Onea.
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Post by tarriedsea on Dec 20, 2017 17:37:02 GMT -6
 Kaia below, you have GOT to be kidding me.
Goss recognized Alcippe immediately.
The blood drained from her body. She immediately flicked her head so hair fell over her face, and she pulled her snow leopard pelt further up her shoulders, but she would be recognized immediately without a doubt. The room was only so big, and Killian was a terrible choice to hide behind. Why didn't you cut your hair when you got out of that camp? Dye your coat? Use a shapeshifting object? Fool.
Upon hearing that she would return to her beloved sea with Killian and the twins, she'd anticipated this trip with quiet bliss. Six months ago she thought she'd never see it again, and now here it was gray and cold and bleak as ever. Better yet, she was out of the Flank encampment and hoping to start a new life as Killian's assistant. Get rid of the Flank plague on her once and for all.
Now her sea was tainted with Flank vessels. Parasites in the water.
Killian, Vidar sent us to find you.
Another stake in the heart. Vidar? The one who had murdered a village? Or presumed dead? Or gone crazy? The brother of a murdered sister?
Alcippe's voice was always so eerily soft and meticulous. Goss bristled at it. It seemed like any minute she could order the execution of anyone in this room, and her followers would obey without blinking.
At this point Killian looked as confident as Goss herself, as she peeked through her lump of hair, and that wasn't reassuring. A cold tremor shook down her legs.
Heavy footsteps and another voice, deep and throaty, entered the conversation. Goss refused to look. With her luck it was Gidal himself.
She took a small step backwards, trying to shrink into the woodwork. The twins had talked, everyone was looking at Killian. The door was a few paces away, and she didn't dare move toward it. Maybe they could all forget she was here.
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Post by snufflet on Dec 21, 2017 13:35:38 GMT -6
♔ Briar ♔ Business, Briar had found, did not suit her in the least. The brisk trip from the ship to Killian's hideout was less than enjoyable; her nerves were already bristling at the very obvious fact that her company had clipped their strides to make due for her. As if she needed to be compensated for. So there was already a strike against her mood, and she doubted that the rest of the day would go any better, filing in behind Alcippe and Faraji with her eyes trained on a horse even smaller than her.
The small victory was enough to make her grin, but the expression didn't last long.
When Faraji's voice had just barely dwindled off, a hulking raider stepped in, too familiar for comfort. It was hard not to remember the faces of those she had left behind when she chose the Trespasser over all she had ever known as home, but then again, she had left it all behind for good reason. An arrowhead bounced against her chest as her head turned, realizing this might turn out to be more eventful than they'd expected.
"Bergen," she echoed his introduction, though perhaps a little more tersely. "We didn't realize you had an appointment."
Perhaps it was just the bulky stallion's presence, but either way, this room was starting to feel awfully small - and she was feeling awfully unprepared for a fight. 1 | 232 |
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 31, 2017 0:08:07 GMT -6
alcippe
the wishes i've made are too vicious to tell
the devil, already he knows me too well
Alcippe was not overly fond of interruptions. With Vidar on a separate mission, she had misplaced hopes this business interaction would have a minimal amount of them. Killian had a reputation for being efficient and the two companions she'd chosen seemed to have good, sensible heads on their shoulders. Unfortunately, Killian did not seem to be alone and they'd acquired a tail of their own.
She graced Bergen with the tiniest of nods. Alcippe was one of the few on the Trespasses that did not leave any love in Ghosthold. Whatever his business was, he could conduct it after they had finished. Then a clamor came from the store associates and she blinked.
"We aren't planning on taking him anywhere,” she said shortly. She scanned the room as if daring anyone else to pipe up with some new unnecessary interjections. None did, apart from Briar’s acknowledgement of Bergen. The unicorn trying to fade into the wall caught her eye though and nearly made her snarl. That...that would hold until later though.
“Killian, we've got a hold full of Aodhian opium for sale.” The blonde was beyond impatient to have this done and be back on board.
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Jan 3, 2018 2:46:47 GMT -6
 Late to the party, as per frickin' usual.
Ravage cantered through the thick forest on the edge of a small harbour town, the name of which he didn't care enough to remember. Slowing to a walk once he caught sight of a small group of horses enter a.... what, a shop? He snorted lightly, mentally shrugging. He had been scouting out the town for the last day or two, always keeping his distance and even buying a few things from the merchants there when he wanted a closer look at his target. Hiding in plain sight. There wasn't much about him that would scream “Mercenary” anyways, unless he smiled.
Teeth sharpened to a deadly point were the dead giveaway.
He stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of another horse hiding in the tree line. He examined the stallion for a moment and gawked, “Holy shit, who needs that many weapons?” he muttered quietly. He then took a moment to notice the horse's familiar, cocking a brow and smiling a bit. A Hyena.
“Better not get the two of us confused.” he chuckled.
In the Westernmost part of Onea, 'The Hyena' had become an Alias of his, due to the ridiculously similar colours he had.
But he wasn't here to stare at pets and gawk at over-excessive weaponry. He had a job to do. He knew that he wasn't the only one who wanted that little Pegasus's bounty.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 3, 2018 10:05:34 GMT -6
Killian was almost touched (and very surprised) when the twins spoke up in Killian's defense... until he realized they were only interested in the paycheck. Despite the current situation, the small merchant rolled his eyes.
Killian didn't miss Faraji's not-so-subtle comment about Vidar's health, and his ears perked. But there was no time to think on that. Alcippe was a terse individual, and explained her intentions. "Aodhian opium? You should have said so in the first place!" Killian barked in his jovial tone, the one he had perfected over the years. While he feinted nonchalance, the large stranger who was unassociated with Alcippe and her gang made his skin crawl. Especially after claiming to be late, and the others claiming to 'not realize he'd had an appointment'. A Flank... one they were familiar with, but on different business? Killian's heart thundered, but he kept his cool.
The small stallion chose to leave his cloak in the office, instead grabbing all the necessities and put them in his satchels and harnessed. A cloak might hinder a quick escape. "I can come take a look at it, and then we can talk a price. Lets get going." Killian looked over his stout shoulder at the boys and Gosslyn, for the first time realizing how panicked the mare was looking. He waited for the Flanks to head to the door, so that he could usher them out into public, away from his employees and getting around witness. "Come on come on, I don't want to be here all day. We've already worked late as it is. Actually," he said casually, "Why don't you three head back to Skeldr and I can catch up later. If you beat me there just tell Helen I haven't paid you yet." Killian's eyes bore into Newt, the only horse that he actually expected to understand what he meant. Leave. Just leave. Killian wasn't sure what was about to happen, but either way he was more comfortable without Goss and the twins with him.
Post Number: 2
WC: 361
Go ahead and roll the dice.
But, if you're going to try and win the game, you'll need more than luck.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 3, 2018 13:14:16 GMT -6
BERGEN (NPC)
Bergen more or less ignored the light coated mare who seemed nervous at their arrival, but did take a long, slow look at the strange beast of a hippocampus who also occupied the space. This was a first, a fish with two heads, and some extra legs. Bergen would have snorted at the certain bizarre nature of the creature if the situation hadn’t called for a serious, stern approach. Around a friendly campfire, sharing stories with other raiders, this would come up, even if he wasn’t much of a storyteller.
Or talker, really.
His former companions were less than eager to see him. No surprise there. Under different circumstances, he would have voiced a silent rage at their betrayal, but in the end, these three had not been in charge of those decisions. Alcippe, perhaps, but she wasn’t of the Flanks. Standards for her were… Different.
Bergen was not particularly shocked to learn that Alcippe and crew wished to sell on the items they had brought on the Trespasser – why else would they be here, after all. What was more interesting to him was Killian’s apparent eagerness to not only take the deal, but also take such dealings outside. Bergen looked at the small pegasus, and then the two who appeared to be his employees.
He did not move from the doorway at the suggestion, standing tall and broad and filling the frame. His brows furrowed.
“I wouldn’t take it outside, Alcippe”, he said: “Or let his friends leave.”
Bergen’s tone was not particularly dangerous – in fact, he seemed quite calm, as always. His eyes moved between the bodies in the room.
“This merchant was supposed to do some deals with the Ghosthold, but he… Skipped out, shall we say. Left us in quite a pinch”, Bergen went on, a small smile tugging his lips. It was not friendly.
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Jan 4, 2018 15:25:30 GMT -6
Newt & Cricket
War-Forged Farmers The air in the room seemed to still for a moment as everyone began to settle and take in the broad range of company. Newt blinked at the blonde mare’s calm, yet stern response, Cricket’s ears flicking back and forth. Though the mare-- Alcippe-- seemed sure the objective was nothing more than a mere business trade, the air still felt tense and Killian’s immediate worried reaction did little to settle the pit developing in the twins’ stomach.
A glance sideways and Newt could tell that Gosslyn was less than thrilled at the new arrivals, her figure seemed to shrink behind her mane and cloak, worry emitting from her pores.
With a furrowed brow and tight jaw, Newt was confused, unaware whether they should feel as frightened or nervous as Goss and Killi appeared, especially when they couldn’t say they naturally were. Though surely, that was mere ignorance.
Still, they were relieved when Killian spoke again, a happy tone that contradicted his initial reaction quite smoothly. Cricket’s body relaxed at the sound and the feeling seemed to make Newt soften in turn, yet their eyes and ears continued to move quicker than normal. They swore they could sense something.
When the small painted pegasus insisted on beckoning everyone outdoors, Cricket’s front end began to fidget irrationally in the serious atmosphere, the boy apparently desperate for movement. Newt could feel his brother’s anxieties, something they would partially pity, and partially find irritating in a situation like this.
They were taken aback when Killi mentioned returning to Skeldr without him and so it seems was Cricket. The suggestion was a fair bit out of character and though Newt was confident it would settle their brother’s wavering anxieties and ensure their paycheck, to their own surprise, they were hesitant to do so.
“Killi, I don’t--” The look they received from their boss only instilled his recommendation, and it made the young farmer frown. They were becoming frustrated in trying to piece together a puzzle in which everyone else seemed to be holding the pieces to. Though surely, if or when the situation turned tables, it would be a poor decision to leave Killian to fend for himself when they were already, clearly outnumbered. Yet they weren’t particularly eager to have their twin set in harm's way either, Cricket’s head didn’t need another hit.
Newt wracked their brain while their features scrunched in annoyance. “I don’t think--” They began to mutter quietly back to the pegasus, yet were cut off when the massive, bull of a stallion spoke up. His words made their stomach turn and Cricket’s head launch upward in nerves.
“You can’t keep us here, you moose.” Newt shot out before they could stop themself, words heavy with a thick layer of bitterness. Their attention snatched from Killian in a moment’s notice, ears pinning in a sort of unrealistic challenge. Cricket bit his tongue at the comment.
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 5, 2018 9:01:45 GMT -6
Opium?
Suddenly the world shifted. Alcippe wasn't here on a vengeance. She was here to sell. By the sound of it, it was a normal business transaction, which meant Killian had been doing this.... all along?
But Killian's cheerful-fake exclamation only put Goss mildly at ease. Did he know her experience with the Flanks? How every time she breathed, her lungs threatened to fall apart, paralyzed to think Alcippe might recognize her and demand to know where Astrid was? Did he know?
How familiar Alcippe was with Goss's appearance, she wasn't sure. The leopard pelt could hide some, but not all. She had always felt like a giant next to Killian, and now she felt far too large for this room, with arrows practically pointed at her. She had to get out of here.
"Why don't you three head back to Skeldr and I can catch up later-"
Too quickly, she bolted for the door, swinging it open with a crash and tumbling out into the cold air, breathing in heaves.
She couldn't think. Something horrible was going to happen. Death seemed imminent.
She had to run. Go. Go somewhere else. She had been too loud and fast and wholly suspicious. Wait. She flicked an eye backward, willing Newt and Cricket to explode out the door as well so they could go home and forget the Flanks. If they didn't pop out of here in the next second, she'd have to get a headstart without them.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Jan 6, 2018 12:43:45 GMT -6
ALET
"You should have killed me when you had the chance..."
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The sound of others cantering in the woods around him made his small ears perk, head jerking towards the sound Alet caught sight of another stallion. A scowl tugged at the corners of his mouth, he knew the price on Killian's head would bring more than him to this small town but he wasn't here just for the money. Bringing the small pegasus to Hira would bring him into her good graces, and hopefully allow him to request a favor in return. As much as he might loathe the idea of giving up his freedom as a vagabond he wished to become War Forged, not for himself but for the one who had stolen his heart.
Taking confident steps, eyes locked on the other stallion for but a moment, Alet began his move towards Killian's shop. He whistled again, calling his familiar back to him. Perking at the sound Nani turned toward Alet but upon hearing a door slam open and a unicorn tumble out into the cold air raised her hackles. Nani let out a shrill bark, growling at the mare and at the sound of his familiar's anger Alet picked up the pace, he couldn't let Killian get away again. Moving in a half moon path, in order to circle around the shop to keep some suspicion off of himself for the moment Alet hid behind another building. Peaking from behind the wood his eyes fell upon a visibly frazzled unicorn mare and quickly sloughed her off as unimportant, if it wasn't Killian he didn't care who they were. Tucking his large form behind the building once more Alet whistled yet again, this time more harshly causing Nani to obey. Retreating towards the tree line the hyena stopped at a safe distance from Killian's shop but not far enough to reach the trees and waited for further commands. Alet would wait here until Killian emerged from the building, if he ever did.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 7, 2018 22:56:18 GMT -6
alcippe
the wishes i've made are too vicious to tell
the devil, already he knows me too well
Alcippe absorbed both Killian’s genial dissembling and Bergen’s warning. Turning her ice cool gaze on Killian’s associates, she certainly had no intention of letting the unicorn go. That was before the other mare took it upon herself to do a mad dash for the door. Somehow shouldering the large mass of Bergen aside, Gosslyn made a break for it past the Flanks and Alcippe gritted her teeth. Quickly, she issued orders at her companions.
“Briar, secure those two,” she said, nodding at the conjoined twins. “Faraji, if Killian tries to do something stupid, just pick him up and bring him along. I’d still like to get paid after this.” She wheeled for the door, pushing past the bull horse herself. Luckily Gosslyn seemed frozen not too far for the door, maybe hoping she wasn’t the only one running.
The raider didn’t bother to chase her. Instead, she commanded her with “Stop” with much of the force of her sonic blessing behind the word. If she aimed it right it could possibly bowl the mare over, or snap a leg. It was also drastically loud in the town.
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 8, 2018 7:14:07 GMT -6
FARAJI
Bloody Flank Medic
The twins were...fascinating, to say the least. Faraji was silent, listening to the exchanges and absorbing any information that might be of use later on. Through it all she couldn't help but stare at the double set of front legs, two heads, one tail end. How they seemed to act as one unit, but were clearly two separate minds. It was...fascinating was the only word she could describe it as. If she weren't here on business, Faraji would have allowed her medical curiosity to take hold. Instead, Bergen's warning and the sudden movement of the unicorn dashing out the door was on much higher priority.
To be expected, Alcippe was fast to react. "Gotcha," Faraji responded, squaring up in front of the pegasus pony and flattening her ears. She used her bulk and her height to block the pony from any potential escape route out the front door. "I may just let Bergen sit on him if he does decide to do something stupid." She spoke, mostly to herself, but loud enough so that Killian would hear. Not looking away from the pony, she called to the tank of a horse at the door. "Bergen, if you could actually block the door this time, that would be great." Her attention flickered to Briar, hoping and trusting that the mare would be able to handle the twins on her own.......Word Count: 229
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 9, 2018 19:00:12 GMT -6
Everything happened quickly.
Bergen opened his fat trap. The words hit Killian like a shard of ice. Before he could rebuke the oaf, Gosslyn seemed to have had enough, and charged from the shop. Killian stepped forward after her, but Alcippe moved then, commanding the flanks into action.
Killian flattened his ears as Faraji stepped in front of him. A glance was all he spared as Briar did the same to his employees. Alcippe, meanwhile, disappeared out the front door after Gosslyn.
Killian's necklace was heated up against his fur.
"Pick me up or sit on me, either way you'll regret it," the pony growled indignantly. A false threat on his part, but Killian's mind was working a mile a minute in this situation. He'd gotten out of tougher scrapes than this... right? He was quickly corrected when he heard Alcippe's voice (or something akin to it) suddenly shake the air. The beams of the old building creaked and dust flittered down. Killian said nothing, only feeling the anger build stronger in him.
The coin at his neck warmed.
"You're gonna listen to this fatass?" Killian barked, motioning to Bergen, "I thought that his people tried to kill your people?! This would have been fine if you had just let me leave. Coulda traded that opium for a pretty penny, but no. Nope!" The tiny pony was fidgeting around now, craning his neck to stare Faraji i the face. His teke closed protectively around his dagger and hatchet at his side, so no ones teke could rip them from him.
"And you, what do you know?" Killian snapped at Bergen. "I sent a letter to Ulda months ago, discussing meeting times. How is it my fault you people never got the letters? Or that you missed meetings? I can't believe Gidal sent you here for that."
Another lie, but Killian was silver-tongued. The passion in his voice was real, and Killian almost fell for the story himself. Although he didn't dare show it, the pony was paying close attention to the kids and Brair behind him.
Post Number: 3
WC: 372
Go ahead and roll the dice.
But, if you're going to try and win the game, you'll need more than luck.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 9, 2018 19:09:48 GMT -6
BERGEN (NPC)
Bergen looked at the two-headed creature with too many legs with what could only be described as absent amusement. They were a strange one indeed, and although they didn’t seem entirely like a weakling, they weren’t enough of a threat to warrant getting angry about their words.
Although, admittedly, moose was a new one. The large stallion scoffed dryly, and then watched, somewhat surprised, as the already spooked unicorn bolted out a side door he had not even noticed when coming in. Bergen blinked twice, and then turned his head back towards the two – three? – that still remained.
Alcippe offered him no commands, which he appreciated – Bergen was not her crew, not right now at least, and he let the mare pass, moving his body just enough for her to slip by after the escaped mare. Faraji’s words made him smile slightly.
It wasn’t actually that funny, but hey, it was good to be with some Flanks after such a long time traveling among lowlanders, hiding your identity and intentions.
“Sure, I can sit on him”, he said nonchalantly, sounding completely serious, and eyed the tiny pegasus thoughtfully, as if considering the best way to crush him.
“No flying away after that”, Bergen added in a jovial tone, and turned his ears towards the outside of the house, where an extremely loud, magically enforced command sounded.
So much for a subtle mission.
The pegasus was apparently done being compliant and quiet too, and started talking. The moment he did, Bergen wished he would have kept quiet – such an annoying little man. Surely Alcippe wouldn’t mind if he crushed a bit of wing.
“Don’t pretend to understand our business, lowlander”, Bergen said, remaining calm, although there was a distinct unfriendly glint in his eyes now.
“Your lies do you no credit either. You betrayed us, and you would betray them just as well, you gilded bottom feeder”, he added, still perfectly calm, but distinctly venomous. His annoyance was with everyone here – the Flanks who left them, this snake of a merchant, and his meddling little assistants.
His eyes went to Briar, and then Faraji, before he grabbed onto the merchant with his teke, pulled him close, and stomped on a wing with the very edge of his hoof.
There was no crack, no blood, but there was pain, and quite likely an impressive bruise.
“Being an honest man, like you claim, you won’t mind loosing your ability to simply… Flutter away”, Bergen smiled.
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 10, 2018 10:51:18 GMT -6
If the cold air wasn't enough to freeze her in her tracks, the mind-splitting shock from Alcippe's soundwaves made her legs go completely numb. The earth under her hooves rumbled.
Goss turned to face the pale mare. Her legs wouldn't give her the mercy of running. And even from a distance, the cool look on Alcippe's face was unmistakable recognition.
Make the first move.
"I don't know where she is!" she screamed, voice hoarse in desperation, clanging painfully against the treeline. "Astrid left my side. She let me go. I can't help you."
There were other things- questions about Vidar's status, the Flanks' involvement with Killian, Bergen's motives- that Goss wanted to know, but right now her focus was on the preservation of her own hide, for the umpteenth time. Not Killian's.
Killian. The thought of the weasel made Goss so angry she could spit. This was his fault. She'd been trying to dodge the Flanks for months, finally thought she was free, and now to find out the bastard was profiting from their envoys? Without telling her? She cursed her illiteracy- she'd been counting their tainted money without realizing it. He probably thought she was too stupid to figure it out.
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Jan 10, 2018 20:15:43 GMT -6
Newt & Cricket
War-Forged Farmers
Though Newt was hesitant to listen to Killi’s request to leave, the two twins launched their heads upward as Gosslyn bolted for the door, though her dramatic escape was not something Newt would guess as obedience, as the mare seemed desperate enough to get out of the situation whether Killian were to request it or not. Both twins felt something of relief when Alcippe, who seemed to be in charge, began to take her leave from the small trade’s house, yet her commands before she turned out were something that would make the two tense. Cricket first, in a rush of stress, and then Newt, in a sense of surprise that quickly turned to flushed anger.
Their face hot, teeth gnashing and ears pinned for any sign of a threat, it was mere moments before a painted mare-- Faraji-- jumped to block Killian, so that left Briar to be…
“Heh!” Newt’s blue eyes settled down onto the unicorn mare, a pony! Though larger than Killian, she was still a good three hands shorter than the two of them, hardly bigger than Twitch, was Newt’s first thought. “I’d like to see you try.” They cooed with a challenging laugh, their ears rolling forward in doubt of the mare’s ability. Even Cricket’s quietly muttered, “stop” failed to falter their confidence, while perhaps Briar could put up a fight with one of them, they’d be shocked if she could take them both.
But there was a swipe of motion between threatening words, and Newt’s cocky exterior quickly turned to shock as the massive chestnut stallion snagged Killian to stomp on a single white wing. “Y-you--!” “can’t do that!” The twins gasped in unison, a certain fragile desperation hanging onto their words for anyone listening close enough. The small merchant had always appeared as another adult figure, immune to pain and completely in control of the situation, seeing him bruised suddenly weighed in the real severity of the moment. These people weren’t just posing empty threats, and for a mere second, Newt’s now worried eyes flashed back to Briar.
Cricket’s fidgeting had worsened, but with a spur-of-the-moment decision Newt had already launched them forward to land not quite between Killi and the Moose, but close enough that their rust-colored telekinesis pushed against his mahogany coat with an abrupt impact. Newt’s brows knitted and teeth snapping, while Cricket had squeezed his own eyes closed.
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Post by snufflet on Jan 11, 2018 22:11:39 GMT -6
♔ Briar ♔ It was all Briar could do to keep her feral grin from splitting her face when Alcippe gave the order. A simple deal would have been nice, sure, but it wasn't like she had many plans for the rest of the day.
She rolled her eyes at the twins, flicking her hair behind a glistening horn and cocking her head to the side. It could not be that easy to coordinate that many heads in any kind of graceful fashion. Her suspicions were only confirmed when she realized that the two heads didn't exactly have to agree on a movement for it to happen.
"Great! Talk shit about taking on someone out of your size range and then poke a giant. Brilliant! Two heads and neither works!" She groaned, already rubbed the wrong way as she realized a second too late that she was late on the draw. What a wonderful way to get on Alcippe's bad side. Then again, it looked like she was a tad preoccupied anyways, and Briar focused her immediate attention on her own orders.
She recognized two things at once: one, she didn't have explicit orders to keep Bergen safe, so she hadn't really failed. Two, pushing the hulking stallion over was more likely to cause him to misstep and crack every bone in Killian's wing than to do any good. She snapped her teeth at the twins anyways, aiming a kick for their doubled-up forelegs.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Jan 13, 2018 15:23:40 GMT -6
Dante ~ MercenaryDante had been lurking in the trees for what seemed like hours. After a while, he noticed he wasn't the only one. Of course he wasn't. The stallion groaned softly. No way was he going to collect the bounty on the weird pony. Too many of what looked like Bloody Flanks had entered that cottage. It wasn't easy to hear for sure, but there sounded like even more voices within.
The grullo stallion slowly, quietly tromped over to the area he'd noticed a couple other mercenaries. Bad move on his part, but maybe teamwork would help with this. Not to mention, he recognized one of the two. The young, white hyena helped in refreshing that memory. "Funny meeting you here. You really think this little pegasus is worth the trouble?" Dante whispered softly as he approached the quiet stallion. His navy teke gripped tightly around his sword, in case he'd made the wrong move. He'd be ready to pounce on anyone he saw as a threat. Dante briefly turned his attention away to glance at the door. There was definitely something going on, he just couldn't tell what. Maybe the best move would be to go against his better judgement and barge right in. He could totally take on a bunch of big brutes.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 15, 2018 17:19:07 GMT -6
Gods be damned, was Killian SICK of being picked up by Bloody Flanks.
The pony thrashed as Bergen's teke scooped him up like a wee babe. Sadly Bergen wasn't handling Killian like a wee babe. Killian was eating floorboard before he could even react. As he went to collect his bearings, Bergen's hoof met his wing, and Killian bit into his own lip and wheezed, too proud to make a noise.
Killian blinked the wetness from his eyes and glared up at Bergen looming above. The dagger at his hip slid slowly and inconspicuously from it's sheath, hidden beneath Killian's free wing. A shout announced the twins as they charged Bergen... much to Killian's surprise. The pony didn't have much time to think about it however, as the other flanks reacted to Newt and Cricket. Pain shot through his wing as the pegasus forced himself to pull out from under the hoof. He gasped in shock at the feeling, but he would have to wait to asses the damage later. Briar was on them.
Killian's dagger was a quick glint as it slipped under and around the twins, angled perfectly for Briar's chest. The Flank was mid-swing for the twins. If she continued forward, the dagger would meet flesh. "TRY IT!" he roared. His eyes darted around in panic. Flanks everywhere in his shop. Flanks outside his shop. Killian didn't know what Alcippe's plan was, but he certainly didn't trust what Bergen's intentions were--
Killian yelped as the ground began to quiver, and the walls quaked. Killian wasn't sure what was happening outside... but he assumed the sudden rumbling had to do with that. Until the gold piece at his neck began to shutter too.
There was an explosion of wood and stone as from the earth burst a flash of gold. Killian's small frame was tossed back in the sudden collapse... or well, Killian guessed that's what happened, because when he blinked the dust from his eyes, the whole front wall of his shop was gone, and he was making eye contact with Gosslyn and Alccipe on the street. There was a massive, endlessly deep hole in the earth where the front wall had been. The trembling had stopped.
Instead, a lindworm golem with ruby red eyes perched on the steep roads just above the shop. It watched the horses below. If it could chortle at their insignificance it would have. It scanned for it's master... and was surprised when it's glistening orbs fell upon a tiny pegasus. This? A roar bellowed from the creature's maw. No wonder this pipsqueak needed help.
Post Number: 4
WC: 450
Go ahead and roll the dice.
But, if you're going to try and win the game, you'll need more than luck.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 18, 2018 11:36:59 GMT -6
BERGEN (NPC)
Bergen had intended this intimidation technique to calm the situation, but that seemed to not have worked out. Lowlanders and their tender sensibilities, couldn’t even take a little bruise.
In an instant, the strange creature was charging at him. Bergen blinked once, twice, and pulled himself away from the snapping teeth. The other head seemed to not want to fight, but the one snapping at him was certainly feisty enough to cover for both of them.
He might have attacked them in return, but the telltale rumble of a Lindworm Golem made his eyes widen with something not entirely unlike panic. The building around them shifted and then part of the wall was gone. Bergen remained on his feet, but only barely – pieces of wood had left cuts on his skin when they flew by. In confusion and something akin to panic, he grabbed onto the flailing two-headed creature, lifting their front leg with too many legs, entirely too many legs, to keep the thing out his hair right now.
There was a bigger issue.
He knew the Golem would not strike him directly, nor any of the other Flanks – they’d learned as much when Vidar’s beast had taken down most of the Ghosthold in its rage.
Still, the visage of the golden creature made a shudder go down his spine. It was a little soon after almost dying in the rubble to see another one of those things coming out of the ground, even if this one wasn’t as big. It had been big enough to take down parts of the house, and now it was up the hill, looking at them with those horrible orb eyes.
“Alcippe”, he said with some intensity, eyes not leaving the Golem and teke still holding the twins.
“Vidar’s Golem was enough to bring down Ghosthold. We should leave”, Bergen continued, a sliver of fear in his voice now. They were on a coast with a proper high cliff. If the Golem got too excited, the earthquake might get all of them killed, should the earth give and make them fall down into the rubble and cold sea below.
He did not even notice that he had said “we” instead of “you”. Felt only natural, given the circumstances.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Jan 18, 2018 16:11:38 GMT -6
ALET
"You should have killed me when you had the chance..."
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From the sounds heard inside Killian's shop and the bodies vacating the building it seemed everything was going down hill quickly for those inside. He watched idly as the unicorn mare was followed quickly by another mare who let out a commanding stop with what he assumed to be her blessing. Shaking his head in an effort to alleviate the sudden stab of pain from the sound Alet continued to wait. The pair of mares outside exchanged words and seemed to not like one another, that or the Bloody Flanks had a weird way of expressing a fondness for others. Mumbles and raised voices could be heard from the open door of the shop and the stallion's ears latched onto one in particular that he recognized to be Killian. Of course he was there and from the way his voice was raised it seemed things weren't going his way. Alet had to stifle a chuckle at the thought of poor Killian being pinned beneath the massive red stallion but the effort was made easier when yet another familiar voice graced his ears and made them flatten back. His mouth pulled down at the edges in a grimace, "Hilarious..." he said flatly, his violet eyes not leaving the door to Killian's shop. It seemed the stallion who had tried to butter him up with compliments to Nani during his last meeting with Killian was here as well and it was only logical that he was a Mercenary like himself based on his question. A Bloody Flank would not have been so kind to one not of their own considering they wanted Killian for themselves it seemed.
While he didn't like others, especially those of the same sex, Alet knew things were getting over his head when a big golden rock worm burst from the ground and tore a rather large piece off of Killian's shop and revealed those inside. His jaw almost fell open at the sight. What the hell was that and why did he suddenly wish to have one of his own?! It seemed the elderly red stallion called it a Golem? Damn he needed one of those. "I'm starting to wonder that myself..." Alet mused softly to Dante at his side, "But as much as I might detest the idea, working together would be beneficial for all of us. We might be able to slip in there and steal Killian out from beneath this noses if we can get past that Golem thingy and the red stallion." Letting out a shrill set of whistles Nani took off for the tree line, full retreat for her at least, Alet wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to his baby girl. He then unsheathed his large war hammer and glanced at Dante, "Better late than never I'd say." With that he took off down the path toward Killian's shop, trying to make a beeline for the small Pegasus prize while staying away from the gold Golem.
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Jan 20, 2018 15:57:54 GMT -6
Newt and Cricket
By the time they hit Bergen, everything seemed a blur. Newt could now hear, who they believed to be, Briar's echoing voice. Her words were laced in mockery not too unlike their own only moments before. If they weren't so caught up in a moment of pounding adrenaline, Newt would at least shoot back some retort, but their attention could no longer be spared on the small unicorn. Instead, they had to focus on the hulking mass that they'd nearly ran into. Though their hindend was already weak due to constantly propelling the two figures forward, their frontend could be a force to be reckoned with... If, they could manage to coordinate, and that was rare. Still, Newt could feel a few chestnut hairs pricking between their teeth from where they must have managed to bite at Bergen's shoulder, even though he lacked any sign of a mark.
Cricket let out a shrill cry when Killian managed to pull himself out from under the large hoof, Newt was unsure if it was a sound of excitement or relief, but soon realized it was nothing but surprise as the two had to jumble each of their three legs to prevent colliding with the small merchant as he struggled to angle himself around them. Newt felt Cricket tense again, and with a look over their own shoulder, their eyes suddenly flashed with a moment's panic. They braced themself after realizing they'd been set up right in Briar's aim for a kick. Surely it couldn't hurt horribly due to her size, and Newt was glad it was them in her line of fire rather than their brother; they'd been hit worse before, they could manage. But how could they be so stupid as to let their guard down enough to allow the mare a moment to strike? Perhaps it was that they were merely farmers with an odd handicap and a bad temper -- but that idea failed to make Newt feel any better.
They nearly jumped when Killian's voice roared from a spot some bit below them, his knife pointed directly at the small, and apparently somewhat threatening, unicorn. Still tense, but now hit with a wave of relief rather than the pounding of hooves. Whether or not it was Killi who put a pause to Briar's action, the twins couldn't tell, as a rumbling sound shot from the ground to add to the chaos. Cricket gasped, while Newt gritted their teeth further, front legs still striking violently in Bergen's direction. Both pairs of blue eyes squeezed shut for a mere second as a booming sound of destruction rang through the air. They stumbled. Cricket losing his balance first as the creature came up from the ground.
"What the hell--" Newt started, "IS THAT? WHAT IS THAT?" and Cricket finished, his voice hoarse in both fear and confusion. The entire side wall of Killi's little shop was torn down, and a gold colored, scale-covered, massive creature resembling a worm more than anything else, stood towering above them with it's beady, gold little eyes. The sight of the creature made Newt uncomfortable. Cricket perhaps would have found it fascinating if the thing hadn't already caused so much destruction. Their ears were both pointed straight at the large beast, both were astonished.
Though Newt's sideways glance was quickly exchanged for a high head and pinned ears, their brows knitting naturally as they felt a telekinesis hold grasp around their shoulders. Cricket's body tensed immediately and Newt could feel him holding his breath, making it difficult to control their own. Newt started to squirm; jumping upward in small, ineffective rears as an attempt to shake Bergen's hold on them. It wasn't long before their bared teeth began to dive at the invisible restraints. A futile effort as their jaw failed to latch onto anything resembling flesh.
"Fuck-- off--" Newt growled through quickening breaths. The bull-like stallion wasn't fighting, but merely holding them in place, perhaps out of the way, yet the smaller of the two twins couldn't focus on anything else but the touch of constraint. Not the obnoxiously large worm, not Killian, and not the strange intruders who were now exchanging words. Cricket, on the other hand, though he was tense and had begun to shake from the stress of the situation, was currently more aware than it seemed his twin was. "Yes! Just leave!" He shouted back, mimicking Bergen's words as the stallion spoke between Alcippe. Cricket sounded fragile and especially desperate, with eyes appearing even more tired than usual, though they shot open even wider when he caught sight of a massive black stallion charging the scene from the treeline. His curls bouncing in a jolt of nerves. "Neewt.." He muttered pitifully, a poor attempt to grasp his twin's attention and find some sense of comfort, the boy's bruised eyes now bouncing between Alcippe, the golem, and the booking mercenary.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 21, 2018 2:35:29 GMT -6
alcippe
the wishes i've made are too vicious to tell
the devil, already he knows me too well
Alcippe glared at the goose of a mare as she began to babble reasons she could simply be released right now. Unfortunately for Gosslyn, the palomino was far from a trusting person. She knew very well that most people were capable of lying in compromising situations, even that they were likely to. When it came down to morals or your skin, there were very few martyrs.
Luckily, she had Vladimir to sort the truth from the tales.
Already bored with the pointless defiance in the girl’s tone, Alcippe opened her mouth to bark out another blast, this one designed specifically to snap bones. If need be, she could drag the girl back to the Trespasser. Alcippe only wanted her alive. Ambulatory was not a concern.
The earth shuddered.
“...shit” she swore softly. A lindworm gleefully shredded Killian’s shop window and whirled to eye the horses remaining inside. Bergen said something urgently but she barely heard it, catching the tone and inferring the content.
She glanced at Gosslyn once more and with the turn of her head she caught movement. A dark horse running directly for them.
“Shit,” she swore, this time loudly. It was impossible to know who the newcomer’s target was. Any of the flanks could be a hunted head or Killian could have pissed off more than just both factions of their clan. Snarling, she abandoned the frivolous pursuit of the unicorn in favor of potential future money.
“Bergen, Briar, Faraji,” she shouted. “Grab them and move!” It would have been hard to wonder who she meant by “them.”
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