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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 22, 2018 3:54:18 GMT -6
Aidan
Aodh | Chevalier (squire)
Anger suddenly boiled inside Aidan, taken the chevalier's remark as a slight to his ego. His defences immediatly went up, not content with the explanation at all. Sure he had always admired wyverns, tales of wyvern riders on the front of his mind. Noble mounts to noble warriors. Still he had tended as helper to his god's sanctums, keeping his teachings close. Redemption was a key value and to his knowledge only fire could cleanse a soul that fool. How dare she question his right to doubt this course of these actions.
He himself was a creature of Ignacio, did that mean his actions presented their god's will? Of course not. A god stood above all, even above a king. Amadeus hadn't been suited for the role and it had cost his life before Aidan could be of any help. Now he wondered how good a king Isador was. He looked at the sanctum helpers and then at the king himself. Would there be an explanation? Proper leadership was important as well.
His anger was all internalized however, reminded of his rank within the chevalier, needing their approval if he ever wanted to raise above all others. So he bit his cheek and turned, tugging Taaveti alongside him, urging him to let it go without discussion. "Yes, madam. We're sorry. We'll try to be better next time," he managed polite enough as he hurried to get back home as fast as he could.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jan 22, 2018 8:31:50 GMT -6
N i L
Ω Aodh | Labor Slave Ω
 "When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt."
~Honore de Balzac Ω
Eyes ever so slightly turned to glance at Isolt. He hadn’t expected her to turn with him. He hadn’t expected her to even agree with him. But what surprised him was how she trembled so terribly. So many things that had occurred in the short period of time could have rattled her so. Simply bringing prisoners on their last walk to their execution could do that to someone. But Isolt was a slave, like him, and countless things could make one quiver. Neither of them would leave this day behind, so mind scarring it had become.
His ears twitched when he heard someone speak, eyes quickly turning to peer at the Chevalier Squire, Aiden. Ah, something Nil could agree with...to some extent. The Lord of Fire would want criminals to be burned, right? At least someone with some sort of power said something. Nil almost chuckled. Almost. The tall squire actually earned some respect from the slave, which for an Aodhian, was practically impossible.
And yet, those words were burned away like the prisoner Etoc.
Margaery voiced her ire which, much to Nil’s disgust, was a valid point. Dragons were creatures of Ignacio’s, but it still felt wrong to eat a prisoner. Be cleansed with fire and all, right? Anger bubbled in the small male again when the two squires were told they had failed. Failed what exactly? Oh how he wanted to snort, breath what he really felt.
But alas, he was a slave in this sorry excuse of a herd. And if he wanted to continue breathing at all, he would have to obey. His eyes turned downward in seething defeat, only to snap back to Margaery when she called upon he and his slave companion. His eyes moved over to the charred and bloody remains of the first two prisoners, an icy sorrow settling in his gut. He had begun to turn to follow the orders, but he paused momentarily to watch Isolt. She had so briefly glanced at Isador before she promptly followed orders, and his ears fell back. How could any slave be so...passive with their situation. It was so wrong...he felt so sorry for her even though he was in the same damn situation!
Heaving a heavy sigh through his nose, the bridled male trudged to the platform. Up close, it was even worse. But the gore did not faze him. Not anymore. The destruction was done, and the aftermath was so familiar...so chaotic. His parents, wherever they were, would have loved to have seen the dragon in action. Now that made him feel sick again.
To distract himself, to rebel in such an inconspicuous way, the male started praying to Ignacio softly. The words were not as well rehearsed as someone who was truly devoted should be, but he was merely making up a prayer from the various ones he had heard from his previous masters and mistresses. His brilliant red teke encased the body parts and began organizing them into the pile where he and Isolt could take them away from the platform cleanly.
“May the Lord Ignacio take you within his fiery embrace, past the bonds of the mortal plane and within the realm of the gods themselves. May the fire purge the misdeeds of your souls and wipe clean the slate for your safe passage into the Sun. Know that you suffering has come to an end and peace awaits you in your eternal sleep.”
It was a front. He could not say what he really wanted to say. He could not pray to whom he really wanted to pray to. So while outwardly he prayed to a god he cared little for, inwardly, he prayed with the intensity of a Seroran Mullah.
Alya, Maker of the Stars and mother of the sky, hear a poor slaves plea. I know that I had prayed to you on the account of these souls only moments ago, but you must know my passion burns deep within to the heart of my soul. These equines who have suffered so greatly, abused by the very one who sought justice, I beg you carry them to your realm on your star-studded wings. Show them that their deaths will not be in vain and that the truth will always shine like your eyes every eve.
He raised his head and looked up into the sky, searching for any sign that the Sky Mother had heard him. He was sure she did, even if there was no visible sign, he had to believe it was so.
And he returned to his work, feeling revitalized in his devotion to, in his genuine belief, the Goddess of Freedom.
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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Jan 22, 2018 17:15:39 GMT -6
 Empathy;Aodh | Sanctum Helper
Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.
The stories of the great wyvern did not capture the true magnificence of the creature. Empathy did not fear her, no, it was a simple beast not feeling anything besides eat, sleep, and obey. She was a storm, one that could be contained. Empathy did, however, feel the anger and sorrow from the prisoners. Tears fell from the great mare's eyes, crying their tears, not her own. Once the beast made them her meal the tears instantly stopped. For there was nothing to soak that emotion from anymore. The prisoners were resting in peace now. That made her heart swell just a bit more.
The others on the other hoof were full of..betrayal? Taken for fools? Em sensed it all around. She really came to focus on the slaves in particular. She knew that look in their eyes. Reija would need to be informed. The smuggler and sanctum helper worked in tandem helping those who wanted to be free of their shackles. Unfortunate that there was nothing to do for them now, cleaning up the awful remains of the wyverns meal. They were no longer horses to Empathy. Just charred bodies.
For now, all the older mare could do was make her leave. Till another day.
Empathy wrap up post. End.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 22, 2018 19:19:18 GMT -6
Isador
King
The King had remained a statue as Sola did her work, the golden light of her fire bathing the King’s pale form, painting it in swaths of red and orange and gold. Ignacio’s colours. Isador did not flinch at the violence, nor at the horror and accusation he saw flickering in so many pairs of eyes. He did not expect the slaves to understand, or at least to not understand anything less subtle than a display of force.
Thus.
For Aodh. For Ignacio, may your smolder blaze. Ignacio knew as well as Isador that these criminals had not truly murdered Amadeus. But they were not innocent, had earned their fate time and time again- and would serve to heal Aodh. To make it great. A noble death, for the lowest of Aodh.
As Sola finished her grisly work-grisly, but necessary, so necessary- Isador caught Aiden’s words, and the King allowed his blue eyes to rest lightly on the squire. Did he not understand that Sola was Ignacio, a living, breathing, glorious relic of Aodh’s past- and their future? Flame made into flesh, and sent to them by the Smoldering Sun’s will. Of course the prisoners burned- burned within Sola.
Isador felt a ripple of satisfaction at Margaery’s words. The King knew that she too doubted this, doubted him- but her faith, her loyalty remained true. Isador caught the Chevalier’s gaze, and he dipped his head. Only a fraction, hardly enough to stir the intricately braided hairs on his neck- but from him, it might as well have been a shout. You did well, the gesture said.
Still standing within the shadows of his souldbonded, Isador caught words once more, soft, but with the lilting cadence of a prayer. He turned, slightly, to watch the two labor slaves at their duty, and listened to Nil’s quiet, pained words. Isador tilted his head, the light from Sola’s scales glittering in his own gaze. On silent hooves, the King approached the pair.
“Wise words,” he said quietly to Nil, and, misinterpreting the slave’s skyward glance, he added, “I am sure our god hears you, and will grant them the peace they deserve. Our Sol is a harsh master, perhaps, but he is also just. He demands obedience in exchange for his glory, his love.” Isador nodded his head once, gravely. “A good example to live by. For us all.”
Isador eyed the two slaves, the horror and detachment of them side by side, a juxtaposition of the life of a labor slave. Did they understand his words? What he was trying to do for Aodh, for them? Doubtful. Perhaps, with time to reflect… sympathy, albeit patronizing, swept through the stallion, and he raised his voice. “Leave, now. You have done your duty to your herd. Walk always in the light.” Obedience, in exchange for glory.
Sola would clean the mess; there was little to be gained from the labor slaves doing so.
“We must always finish what we start, ember of my heart,” Isador murmured to the ancient beast, his own gaze distant, on the skies above.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 22, 2018 19:30:43 GMT -6
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 31, 2018 20:03:19 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to: Margaery, Aidan, Nil, Isolt, Undyne, Empathy, Isador, Fauna for playing Etoc and Amanda for playing Sola |
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