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Post by Jennycallie on Dec 15, 2017 13:03:20 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 513: Stone and Sea  Team Leader: Faust Participants: Gidal, Calder, Ualda, Baelfire, Solvig, Antinel, Cortez, Cyrus 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 so many of their rank sent to Aodh, many Raiders have found themselves working odd jobs they are... less than trained for. So, it probably shouldn't be the biggest surprise that Antinel, Cortez and Cyrus' patrol of the coastal waters has ended in what looks an awful lot like their ship is sinking. Luckily, there are sails on the horizon; maybe they're saved! For the Bloody Flanks chased from Ghosthold, survival means separation. While the young warriors tread south on foot, you and a city's worth of supplies sail discreetly on a small raiding ship, following the gray coastline south. Several weeks of silent sailing end suddenly as you are presented with the vision of an Onean vessel, sinking fast. This could be an opportunity -- but what kind? Location: Off the coast of Onea's northeast farmlands. Time of Day: Just after sunrise. Current Weather: Cold and foggy. The sea is calming from last night's storm You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by Mad-Manx on Dec 19, 2017 0:50:59 GMT -6
Ualda | Mare | Merchant
Ualda had not been quick to find her sea legs. Though the journey was a necessary undertaking if they wished to survive, Ualda could not claim that she enjoyed being on open waters. As much as she appreciated Cascade's domain, the brindled mare could not deny that she longed for the day they returned to dry, and most importantly solid, land.
On a normal night, she had found it difficult to sleep on the rocking ship. The storm that had engulfed the waters and ravaged the sides of their ship had utterly eliminated the possibility of sleep for the mare that night, and instead she had stayed awake, working, with some difficulty, to prevent herself from getting sick. It had been a long three months, and though their time aboard the ship had been relatively short, it had left her haggard and with altogether too little sleep. They could not rest nor stop, however; they had a new base to establish, the final of the Flanks precious few supplies in tow.
Groggy and altogether annoyed at being awake at such an hour, Ualda stumbled onto the upper deck, blinking blearily in the wane light. A shiver ran through her as the humid, frigid air attacked her body, settling deep into her bones almost upon contact. At least the sea was quiet, though, reduced to a gentle, consistent lapping of water against wood. She'd almost be willing to call it beautiful if not for the bitter resentment the night before that still burned in her mind - and her eyes, muscles, and thoughts, clinging to them like a thick fog. Grumbling under her breath as she strode forward, Ualda paced towards the bow of the ship, hoping the crisp breeze was capable of waking her up.
Vision still blurry from sleep deprivation, the scene before them did not immediately register in Ualda's mind. Squinting, she could swear she could see the tell tale flags of an Onean vessel ahead, though rather than heading towards them, it appeared to be half submerged in Cascade's depths, plunging deeper with each passing second. Unsure if lack of sleep had finally consumed her mind, Ualda swung her head around, seeking crew mates that could potentially confirm the sight playing out in front of them.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 11:50:10 GMT -6
Gidal look to the sky and say -- who could allow this? Pain wasn't an accurate word for what Gidal was in. His muscles throbbed with the burden of his suddenly immobile limbs, strapped into some god-forsaken contraption of Ansato's design. On land, he had tugged himself around like an invalid -- well, he corrected himself, not like an invalid -- but by sea that turned into a different kind of torture. He had been a queasy sailor in his youth, and the addition of rough-hewn wheels hadn't aided him in finding his sea legs. He'd only had to end up sprawled on the deck once before insisting to be freed from his straps.
Now he sat on the deck, his hind legs tucked carefully underneath him by the faithful Ysolda, on a wad of itchy blankets. His old friend Faust -- who thus far had been unexpectedly gracious regarding Gidal's present condition -- kept him company in the open air. The ship bobbed slowly down the coast, carrying the heavy weight of Ghosthold's most vital components, crewed by old men and captained by a cripple. Gidal could've laughed.
Ualda's sudden alertness drew his eye. "What is it?" he asked, watching her swing wide eyes over the ship. His ruby stare drifted past her into the mist, until he saw what alarmed her. A green sigil, weighed limp by ice and damp, hung heavy on what was soon to be a ship wreck, shrouded in fog.
"Calder," he said, urgently. They hadn't seen a soul in the weeks since leaving Ghosthold; did this ship mean war, or was it a gift floated to them from Kaia? 270 words | post 1 |
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Post by moonlightwalk on Dec 19, 2017 16:26:47 GMT -6
Baelfire | BF Medic
It was with heavy heart that Baelfire left Ghosthold behind. Though it had been a harsh place to live, it was still home and it had served them for many years. Ghosthold had been their salvation and now with Vidar’s treason of his own, they had been forced to leave its familiarity behind. He had muttered under his breath as they left it, cursing the stallion for leaving his clan to starve.
Now they had set out on a boat sailing for so long he had to count to keep track of time, wondering and worrying about his children and grandchildren who completed the task on foot while they sat on sea, transporting the belongings of their clan to a destination he was not quite sure of. He sighed and looked over to Heidrun who had set herself down in a corner, buzzying herself with knitting a scarf. She had worried the wool might ruin, but Baelfire suspected she just needed an excuse to do something, to keep buzzy. As if she could feel his eyes on her, the mare looked up, giving him a soft smile before returning to her work.
Baelfire tensed when the others on board saw something. He peered over the edge of the ship, trying to make out what they were seeing through the fog. A flag? A ship? He watched Gidal as he called for Calder, brow creasing in worry. “Is it an enemy ship?” he asked to nobody in particular.
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Dec 19, 2017 18:19:46 GMT -6
F A U S T The Last of the Bone Snatchers
WARNING: Foul Language & Poor Grammar Below
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Faust was looking paler and more miserable than usual as he stood at his self assigned station next to Gidal. The old stallion had puked his guts out the night before during the storm. If Faust admitted to any weakness it would be water. He couldn't swim, nor float. Just stepping on to a ship made his stomach churn and his body sweat. An equine of his kind had no business among the waves, leave that shit to the fish people.
Faust looked over his shoulder to see how Gidal was faring. Why hadn't he left him when Ghostold cave in? Was it guilt? Honor? Loyalty? Hell if he knew. But what's done, was done and now he was stuck with him. For better or for worse.
'Damn you, you old shit.' For once he kept his thoughts to himself, too sick to fight. 'Just pick spot already, so we can land.' He kept his head low, trying to ignore the gentle rocking of the ship.
Then Ualda raised attention to something on the misty horizon. Gidal and had noticed it as well and called for Calder.
“Is it an enemy ship?” Baelfire asked from the ship's railing.
Faust hardly raised his head. "What to you *burp* Fuck'n think? We've got nothing but enemies." He licked the roof of his mouth, trying to rid it of the taste of stomach bile.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 19, 2017 22:57:53 GMT -6
 CORTEZ
"Your role may be thankless but if you're willing to give it your all you will bring success to those who will outlast you.”
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The ship was sinking, fast. Cursing the unfavorable weather of the prior night the heavily muscled stallion skidded about the vessel, trying anything he could to slow their decent into the awaiting waves of Cascade. It was a futile effort to bring the ship back above the sea, Cortez knew that well by now, he was merely stalling the inevitable hoping that another ship was not only crossing these waters as well but had fared better than they had in the storm. He greatly preferred the idea of boarding another vessel rather than taking his chances trying to swim to shore, the frigid waters of Onea were even colder due to the season and usually meant death for any who dared enter during winter. His golden eyes scanned the waves around them, trying to find any flicker of hope to hold onto in their bleak situation and-
There!
Emerging from beyond the horizon were the billowing sails of another ship and this one appeared to be in one piece and resting above the waters at least! The large raider would have let out a victorious whoop but his joy was stifled by what his eyes focused on next. The beautiful billowing sails of hope were crimson and next to them flew no familiar colors of Onea's faithful. Crimson sails were notorious with one clan and highly feared in the waters off the coast of Onea: The Bloody Flanks. The realization felt like a lead ball had been dropped in his stomach, causing it to churn with a mixture of emotions. "Kaia be merciful..." Cortez breathed out, his rough voice sounding like waves crashing against rocks. Taking a moment to swallow the boulder of fear lodged in his throat he hardened his resolve against the coming storm, the stallion knew this was going to be a rough day.
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 20, 2017 7:52:48 GMT -6
Calder | Bloody Flanks | Elder's Circle
I've got blood, I've got blood on my name
when the fires, when the fires
are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you
I've got blood, I've got blood
blood on my name
The sea looked calm and peaceful despite the fog. Right now it was almost unbelievable that only a few hours ago, the water had been a deadly, furious entity. The ship had been battered and shaken by the waves, like foals would toss their toys around.
Calder however was familiar with the sea goddess moods, and so he had taken over the ships wheel in the night and navigated the ship safely through the storm.
Many of his fellow Flank members still suffered from seasickness, and the storm hadn’t made it any better for them. It was a shame that in recent years, only a few Clan members had been at sea. Another part of their culture was slowly fading, but not dead yet. Maybe they had the chance to rebuild their fleet once they took root in Onea again...Maybe.
Unlike most of the others, the elderly stallion enjoyed every moment on the ship. The dull sound of hooves on the wet, wooden planks reminded him of his youth and better days.
Even though he was a child of the earth, a ship was where he belonged, were his home was. This vessel was not The Guardian, his own ship was still too damaged to withstand the rough conditions of such a long trip, but right now all that mattered was that he had the chance to sail again.
Calder noticed the foreign ship on the horizon only moments before Gidal called his name. Without a moment of hesitation, the bay stallion passed the helm to someone else and walked towards the prow.
For a second his gaze rested on the recently crippled body of his leader, before he turned his attention back to the sinking ship. It wasn’t easy to see Gidal like that, but Calder had respected him always more for his iron will, than for his physical strength.
A little absently he also listened to the words of Bealfire and Faust. He didn’t liked to admit it, but Faust simply hit the nail on the head. They had no friends besides their Clanmates.
Quickly he grabbed the small telescope out of his saddlebag with his teke and looked through it.
With grim humour Calder thought how good it was that he only needed one eye for that.
“They are really close to the coast, there are countless sharp rocks underneath the water’s surface. Those fools probably thought they would be safest near the shore during a storm” he snorted derisively and passed the telescope to Gidal.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Dec 20, 2017 11:53:30 GMT -6
Solveig|Weather Witch
Solveig had never liked boats too much. Not because they were at cascades mercy, not because her ability to swim in her old age was semi-questionable, neither of those. No, instead it was because her small, stocky body, made actually getting what some people called "sea legs" rather difficult. Hell, the floorboards seemed to creak just as much as her old bones as she moved. However, she thankfully slept fine.
Though, those who knew her knew one thing, Solveig was an early riser. A life dedicated to serving the goddesses and her clan through weather interpretation meant that Solveig was up early every day of her life barring illness that left her bedridden. She was in the middle of her morning prayers, thanking Cascade and Ayla for letting their ship survive the previous night's storm when she heard a familiar form stumble up onto the deck. She recognized the weight and unsteady hoof steps to be those of her niece Ualda. A soft smile graced the old mare's features, but she kept her eyes closed and her head raised in prayer until she had finished. She adjusted the big fur that sat on her back, a grizzly bear, nice and thick. Despite her thick coat the cold did seep into her old bones eventually, and at least this way it came in slower.
Opening her eyes the old mare turned to see where the commotion she'd been hearing the past few minutes coming from. A number of her clan mates, Ualda included, had gathered by the side of the ship, looking at something in the distance. The unicorn's stocky form made her way over, pelt brushing against her niece in greeting she offered Ualda a small, weary smile. It only took a moment of following the other's gaze to see the source of their attention. A lone Onean vessel, quickly sinking into the waves. "It appears Cascade chose not to bless everyone with safe passage." She muttered, mostly to Ualda than anyone else. Her stubby tail twitched in thought, as she regarded Calder's words.
"Chances are they will notice us if we simply sail by, if they haven't already." She rumbled, louder this time, so the others would hear. They would need to decide what they would do about this soon, there was no guarantee that there were no living souls on board.
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Dec 20, 2017 21:28:15 GMT -6
C Y R U S
❅War-Forged| Raider❅
Warning: Foul Language From the night before, with storms wracking the ship and tossing it back and forth, the calm after the storm was a relief, but to what cost? The crew had been an odd bunch, with younger, less experienced raiders. He couldn't help but to scoff at the group he was thrown with onto a ship. He had been completely thrown out of his comfort zone, unsure of how to even work with a ship. It more than aggravated him with the results of their travels, and especially off the coastline. All night he had spent trying to chuck water off the boat, to try and fix anything that needed to be fix, but of course the problem was out of his control. He grumbled to himself in the early morning, standing begrudgingly on the deck, awaiting his fate. He had strapped his sheathed sword and war-hammer on a belt, which wrapped around the barrel of his body. On his back laid his prized skins, which made sure he wasn't too cold in such harsh conditions, while covering his chest and legs was a breast place and bracers. He was prepared for a patrol, and with the worst luck imaginable, here they all were with their ship sinking into the freezing Onean water.
Cascade was a cruel mistress to be taking down their ship. He blamed her for the storm, for the wrecking of the ship. His duties and skills had no place on the sea, and surely this was an all around wreck from the beginning.
Wait... what is that?
The elder turned his eyes to a ship heading in their general direction. With the fog hovering over the waters, it was almost eerie, though perhaps they would have been able to aid the raiders. He searched for the flag that signaled an Onean forces. With his tired eyes and hazy eyesight, he looked over the ship to see that the flag wasn't one he had expected. His brows raised for a moment, before arching. There were crimson red sails clothing the ship. Bloody Flanks. Fuck. He thought to himself, curling his lip into a snarl. Why must these damned traitors be here? Especially with the raiders patrolling for scum like these, this was an embarrassment on their part. He stomped his hoof against the deck, sounding with a loud thud. Cortez seemingly begging for Kaia's mercy only furthered his frustration. He was a fool for thinking that Kaia would grant mercy on Cascade's waters, outside of her domain. "Damned fool, Kaia won't grant mercy with these traitors." He spat out in a gruff voice, keeping his eyes on the ship ahead. With the will of living hanging over him versus the hatred for the Bloody Flanks. With them, he would rather choose death, and surely if the freezing waters of Onea didn't kill him, than the Flanks would. With that he kept ready in drawing his sword, wanting to be on alert at all costs on their quickly sinking ship.
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Post by Squiggy13 on Dec 21, 2017 18:43:22 GMT -6
Antinel |War-Forged| Raider
'If I never step foot on a boat again, it'll be too soon!'
So thought Antinel as he, and the others were left stranded on a sinking ship, with no way out. It wasn't like they could swim, they'd freeze before they made it anywhere, that much was certain. They were trapped....trapped on a wooden island that was going down all too fast. If Antinel had been the type prone to panicking, then he would have been in a sorry state right about now, but fortunately, he had good nerves, and even now, he kept his cool. After all, what good would panicking do?
His attention was momentarily distracted from the sinking vessel as he spotted two of his fellow Raiders looking out over the expanse of water. Hope flared in Antinel's chest, maybe they'd spotted another ship that could save them! So, with his faithful gyrfalcon Era perched on his shoulders, he went to join his herdmates, to see what it was that they had already spotted. When he spotted the crimson sails, his earlier hope vanished, especially as he heard Cortez and Cyrus' comments.
"Great....as if we didn't have enough problems already...." Antinel sighed. He glanced between his fellow Raiders, then back out at the ships. He wondered how many of the Bloody Flanks were on that ship out there....and then figured that with how their luck had been holding out so far, there was probably a lot....
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 11:38:37 GMT -6
Gidal who would allow this? Gidal ignored Faust's rude treatment of Baelfire. They were all accustomed to his piss-poor attitude, particularly at sea.
He took the spyglass from Calder, holding it to his ruby eye to better study the War-Forged sailors. "Not many of them." He mused, watching the handful of raiders scrambling up the angled deck. Their capsizing ship was sinking slowly, but from the looks of it, there was no way they would be able to swim to land. "They're flying Hira's sigil." That green mountain was no War-Forged flag to Gidal. The true War-Forged had no flag, only their clan colors.
He held the glass up to Faust in offering, though he truly didn't expect the queasy old man was interested in staring down a tube. "Why?" Gidal squinted at the stranded raiders. "Do you suppose they're looking for us?" He gave a chuckle.
"Calder, could we get close without meeting those rocks ourselves?" He had little doubt. Calder was born to sail, in a way that Hira's goons clearly weren't. "I'd love to say hello." It had been twenty years since Gidal had met raiders from Skeldr. He was interested to see how the homeland had changed. If Faust's word was to be trusted (and it rarely was), they were in for a treat.
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 30, 2017 1:15:05 GMT -6
Calder | Bloody Flanks | Elder's Circle
I've got blood, I've got blood on my name
when the fires, when the fires
are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you
I've got blood, I've got blood
blood on my name
For a moment, the bay stallion averted his gaze from the sinking ship and looked to the elderly Weather Witch instead.
“Aye, they are most likely to notice us. However this only matters if they survive. They won't go anywhere, their ship is only moving in one direction now - downwards.” he snorted and shook his matted mane.
When Gidal addressed a question to him, a grim smile spread on his face. “Are you trying to offend me? Of course we can. Let’s see if those fools have something useful on their ship before Cascade pulls it into her depths”
With those words, the stallion made his way back to the ship’s wheel and headed for the sinking vessel.
Now that the weather was better, at least better than the storm last night, the dark shadows of knife-sharp rocks were easily visible under the water's surface.
It was almost like in good old times. Almost. He had been stronger back then. The whole Clan had been stronger.
Yet, despite everything that happened, the Flanks weren’t done yet.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 1, 2018 16:57:40 GMT -6
Baelfire
Bloody flank medic | Cis male
Baelfire gave Faust an annoyed look. He'd take the stallion's more personally if he didn't know the brute simply acted like that all the time. Still it was exhausting. "Well, some of us don't have eagle eyes," he muttered under his breath. His eyes looked towards Gidal, expecting their leader to set out a course of action. Something told him he wasn't going to like it.
He was right.
Baelfire immediately started pacing as Gidal asked Calder to take them closer. Of course they would want to brawl. Stubborn warriors always going out of their way to get into fights. They could not just pass by, could they? Nooo. Getting their supplies out safely, the entire clan relying on them for that, wasn't enough trouble. Of course it was a sinking ship, but who knew how many raiders it held. He didn't want to point it out but their ships' crew wasn't exactly in the prime of their lives any more. It would be moot to bring that up though.
"What about our supplies?" he asked, glancing at Calder. He wasn't about to insult the stallion, but if the water was truly full of sharp rocks, their ship might be in danger as well. He glanced at Solveig as well. The captain and the weather witch should be better assessing the risk behind this. "Is this ship and whatever utilities it might contain worth risking? What is the risk?" He eyed the water warily. He might have a strong stomach, but Baelfire certainly wasn't made for the sea like some other flanks, much more suited for solid ground where things were safe and predictable. Where you could actually see where you stepped and nothing might lurk below the surface, not in the same way it did in the sea at least.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Jan 2, 2018 0:19:19 GMT -6
CORTEZ
"Your role may be thankless but if you're willing to give it your all you will bring success to those who will outlast you.”
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His attention was held fixedly upon the Bloody Flanks vessel, that was now creeping ever closer with the feeling of dread churning his stomach, but the sound of Cyrus' grumpy, grating voice scratched at his small ears. Lips curling up into a snarl the larger stallion turned toward his superior, in age only mind you, and for a moment considered drawing the great axe from his hip but reigned his impulsive nature in at the last moment. Instead of drawing his weapon Cortez merely growled back at the aging Raider, "Excuuuse me Cyrus, I was merely requesting her mercy for us. We have obviously pissed off Cascade, our luck last night was evidence enough for me so I was going for the next best thing in our situation." He let out a frustrated huff, trying to calm his fried nerves. The last thing they needed was fighting between themselves when they had Bloody Flanks to deal with now, but that didn't stop him from voice his opinions in a harsh manner. He couldn't stand old farts who thought they knew better because of their age, he'd had quite enough of that as a child with his damn father. "We have to be outnumbered, they are obviously confident in their abilities. From their maneuvers they are heading for us now, risking the rocks to see what they can steal from our sinking vessel. Any ideas your aging head can conjure up would be greatly appreciated, what have your years of experience taught you that will help in this situation Cyrus?" Now he was just asking for a fight but Cortez couldn't help it, the old raider had started it by taking a jab at him and he knew how to provoke others with even lower jabs.
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Post by Squiggy13 on Jan 8, 2018 12:34:31 GMT -6
Antinel |War-Forged| Raider
Antinel's ears flicked back as he listened to Cortez sharp response to Cyrus. Oh great....Just what they needed, to start some stupid argument among themselves. Under any other circumstances, he would have just kept his tongue behind his teeth, and let the two Raiders argue and fight to their hearts' content. After all, it wasn't like it was his problem if they couldn't be civil, but this was not the time or the place for either of them to be provoking each other into a fight. Kaia only knows that with the Bloody Flanks now heading their way, they'd have enough fighting to do without any of it being among themselves. So despite it being out of his normal character, he spoke up. After all, desperate times called or desperate measures. "Why don't we save the fighting for those guys, instead of doing it between ourselves?" He said tensely, and his eyes flicked towards the ship that was steering ever nearer to them. Antinel turned his head to glance at Era then, looking at the gyrfalcon that was perched on his shoulder seriously. "Era, why don't you swoop over there, and see if you can get an idea of how many of the Bloody Flanks are on that ship before they reach us. We need some idea of just how many we are gonna have to deal with....but take care not to get too close. I don't want you getting shot out of the sky."
The white bird nodded, and spreading her wings, she took to the air. Antinel watched her go, hoping that she'd be okay. He didn't know what he'd do if anything happened to her. He glanced back at his fellow Raiders then. "She shouldn't take long, then we'll have a better idea of what we are up against..."
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jan 11, 2018 21:03:21 GMT -6
Ualda | Mare | Merchant
Ualda heard more than saw her aunt's presence appear beside her, flicking an ear back to acknowledge her presence as she kept her crimson eyes locked on their target. It would seem she was not as sleep deprived as she would have thought, as her father and numerous other Raiders leaped to attention at the appearance on the Onean vessel. This.... Would be interesting, to say the very least.
"It would seem so," she murmured, half to herself in reply to Solveig's words.
Despite the rough waters, with Calder at the helm they had at least maintained a safe path of travel so far. With any luck, and with Cascade's will, that would last until they could once again settle onto dry land. Studying the deck of the ship, Ualda watched as the small forms of equines dashed about, simultaneously attempting to slow their descent into the waters and prepare for the oncoming vessel.
"They're preparing for a fight," Ualda remarked, almost with amusement as she turned to regard her father. "If you intend to subdue them and take prisoners, do keep in mind our supplies. Unless we desire to somehow turn them into bargaining tools, we're running low as it is."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2018 8:36:17 GMT -6
Gidal who would allow this? Gidal had to smile at Baelfire's trepidation. He was ever the careful one. He gave the old medic a knowing, patient look before casting his out again to the ship. Calder rose to his challenge, of course, turning their vessel wide, and Gidal adjusted his body stiffly. He pulled his limp legs under himself with a tug of teke, straightening out his back to hold his head high. He didn't like to appear infirm before anyone, not to mention the War-Forged, and took the posture of someone seated casually, with authority.
On the deck of a ship? Of course. How natural. He bit his tongue.
His ears flicked to Ualda when she spoke, but he kept his eyes on the other vessel and the shore beyond. The view of green land behind the mist made his heart ache suddenly, and he leaned his muzzle out over the bulwark of the ship as if trying to catch a whiff the scent of forest air. He craved Onea. He craved dirt and grass and trees and mountains, anything but the glaciers of the north. He banished thoughts of the life he'd almost had there; there would be time for that later.
Ualda's reasonable words fell on the deaf ears of a man whose mind was made up. "Let's pick them up," Gidal said to Calder, almost over the top of his daughter's counsel. "It's been twenty years since we've stepped foot here. Perhaps we could use the company." It was hard to gauge how facetious he was being. It wasn't like Gidal to joke.
"Raiders!" Gidal called, once the War-Forged ship was in range. The crew was small, bickering, likely frightened. It was just the kind of circumstance that made men foolish; he'd have to be careful. "You seem to be having some trouble." His accent was thick, even for Oneans. It was old, with the craggy consonants of the far north.
"Where're you headed?" Was Onea the same land as the one he'd left? What had Hira done? Would he recognize the cities these raiders hailed from?
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Jan 18, 2018 2:22:16 GMT -6
C Y R U S
❅War-Forged | Raider❅
Stupid kid. What was he spouting now?
Cyrus turned to Cortez, arching a brow as the kid blabbed off explaining what should have been obvious. He merely snorted in retort, turning his head back to eye the incoming ship. With the creaking of their own ship and the waves hitting against the sinking wood and metal, their impending deaths towered over them as much as the Bloody Flank's ship did. His eyes stuck onto the ship ahead as both kids almost seemed to nag with their childish voices. They were colts to him.
"Kaia won't help you if you can't help yourself, kid. Best advice I can give, fight for your country and die for your country. I'm sure you can figure out the rest if you're so experienced, kid." Gruffly he spoke, not once even giving a glance to the child, not giving him the pleasure of a single glance in his direction. With his lifted head, he eyed the ship coming towards them.
A voice called out from the ship, asking where they were headed. Plainly he looked up at the ship, standing his ground on the rickety ship that was sinking quickly. "Our whereabouts do not concern you, traitor." The old man retorted with a raised voice, regarding them with a gruff tone, almost angry. He made sure to be ready to draw his blade, which was carefully placed inside a leather scabbard. His teke traced around the handle for a moment, feeling the ridges in it. It only begged to be drawn, to be used against another traitor to Onea.
To prove a point he made sure to hit his hoof against the deck of their sinking ship, clanking against the wood. Freezing winds and swarming bitter waves surrounded them. He held back from shuttering, since while his legs and muzzle received the cold air, while the armor and furs on his back retained heat for the most part. If they were going to die, he hoped that it would happen sooner than later. Dying to the enemy's blade was much more honorable in his mind than to freeze on the Onean cost, surrounded by icy water, freezing enough to shut down the systems in his body.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Jan 18, 2018 16:46:00 GMT -6
 CORTEZ
"Your role may be thankless but if you're willing to give it your all you will bring success to those who will outlast you.”
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Grinding his teeth together Cortez had to breathe heavily through his nose in order to keep his impulsive nature in check, all he wanted to do since boarding this vessel with the elder Raider was split his skull and their most recent clash wasn't helping destroy that urge. Gold teke flashed across the haft of the great axe on his hip, going as far as pulling it from its sheathe and letting it hover at his side. They were both scolding him like a colt, sure he was short tempered and impulsive but he was the most capable one aboard this vessel, by far the largest and strongest at the very least. Clan Drohr blood ran hot though his veins, he had both his personal and clan pride to protect and he'd be damned if any stood in his way. The way Cyrus dismissed him so effortlessly and called him kid made his blood boil. "Call me kid one more time old man..." He huffed gruffly back before turning his golden, iron gaze to the Flank ship and tried to pinpoint which face had called out to them and scowled. They were sure to either die by the waves consuming them, at the hooves of the enemy or taken prisoner if the Flanks felt their lives were worth anything to the War Lord. He held no hope in his heart to be captured, he'd rather die than be traded to his home land like some cabbage. He'd be a disgrace, to both Onea and the Drohr clan. Tightening the teke grip upon his great axe Cortez called back to the Flank ship, "Cut the crap and get to the point, we have no need for pleasantries here. What are your intentions with our sinking vessel Traitors?" If he could have spit the question he would have, jutting his chin out defiantly Cortez held his horned head high with pride. The blood marble material of his horn shined in the morning sun as he stared down his roman nose, awaiting the answer.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Jan 18, 2018 19:17:57 GMT -6
Solveig|Weather Witch
The elderly mare pondered Calder's words before a bemused smile crested the old womans face. "Heres to hoping none are hippocampi then." she lifted one back leg in a resting position, shifting the rest of her weight to her remaining three. She hummed a soft tune to herself as she listened to the others, hearing Baelfire's comment and briefly feeling the medic's eyes glance in her direction. "To a less experienced captain, yes this would spell certain doom, Kaia's rocks do not show mercy to those they grab within cascade's waters. However, I have faith in Calder's skills, the rocks should not be an issue to us with him at the helm." Nevertheless, the old weather witch did send a prayer to cascade and kaia that this small venture of theirs be favorable. Bael did have a point, this was risking their settlement's supplies by doing this, so praying for the gods favor didn't hurt.
After Gidal had given orders to the aforementioned captain to pick them up, the old weather witch snorted. Not because she hated the idea, no, but Ualda was right, unless they were being used as a bargaining chip, they would be nothing but extra mouths to feed. Turning around she headed back below deck where she'd made her temporary housing. Hooves stamping against the wooden floors she picked up another fur before turning and appearing back on the deck of the ship. Wordlessly her lime green teke held the fur out to Ualda, the intention being her neice take it for herself. No use getting cold in this weather, and if a fight broke out between the flanks and the raiders, well, a pelt was better protection than nothing.
A sickeningly sweet smile played across her face as the raiders spat their metaphorical venom at the flanks. Typical raiders, all brawn and no brains. She tutted a few times before speaking up.
"Now, now, no need to act like rude little colts." Well, one of them looked to be about Calder's age but that was besides the point. "My brother was just asking a simple question, you'd do best to answer him."
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Post by Squiggy13 on Jan 19, 2018 14:37:23 GMT -6
Antinel |War-Forged| Raider
Era was swift, but even she wasn't able to speak before the voice from one of the horses on the Flanks' ship called out to them. "Outnumbered?" He whispered to her. The white bird nodded, as she landed on his shoulder again, and Antinel heaved a great sigh. He hadn't really been expecting anything different.... Then one of the Flanks called out to them, but Antinel didn't respond, he just clamped his jaws tight shut, and his ears fell back flat against his head. His fellow Raiders had pretty much said it all already....but though silently he agreed with them, he thought that maybe they should have tried to keep to being so provocative in their replies. After all, it wasn't like they were really in a good position to be trying to egg on the Bloody Flanks to a fight. They were outnumbered, and on a ship that was not going anywhere but down...
Then an elderly mare had appeared, and called out to them as well. Antinel's lip curled slightly. Like it wasn't obvious where they were headed? Down, obviously. Surely they already could see that. He felt Era's claws tighten on his shoulder, as if in warning that he should watch his words, and not allow himself to follow in Cortez and Cyrus' hot-tempered words. Instead he just glared at the members of the Bloody Flanks in a stony silence.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 19, 2018 16:34:48 GMT -6
Baelfire
Warforged (BF) | Medic
Beaelfire nodded his thanks to Solveig, soothed a little by the witch’s experience as well as the mention of Calder’s skill. He could not completly not worry though. He was still Baelfire after all. He glanced over to Heidran who was still pleasantly sitting there knitting her scarf. The old medic shook his head, wondering how his wife could be so calm. She never seemed to worry, not much at least. He positioned himself to the back, keeping an eye on everyone here as well as the other ship. The response they got, made his nose scrunch up. What manerless youth that was. And traitors? Clearly they were known in Warforged, but their history had been twisted to paint them as traitors.
“You rather drown with your ship than show some manners?” he asked sounding seriously put off by the thought. No respect for life they had. “Maybe you youngins need a tale or two if the word traitor is the first thing on your lips.” He gave them an unimpressed look. Suddenly they seemed a lot less threathening. His heart still beat nervously though.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jan 20, 2018 22:45:45 GMT -6
Ualda | Mare | Merchant
The annoyed flick of Ualda's ear was all that betrayed the exasperation of her advice being ignored -yet again- but she gave no verbal complaint to her father's deliberate obliviousness to her words. It would do them no good to allow the Onean Raiders to see the division that festered in their ranks, and besides, she highly doubted there was anything she could say that would sway his decision. She knew these moods all too well; it would be like speaking reason to an unmoving wall of ice.
Ualda remained in her position as Solveig strode away, eyes fixated on the sinking vessel before them. A striking cold rolled off the waves, and it was with a flickering smile that she accepted the pelt offered as her aunt returned, using her teke to slide the fur over her back. It warded off the worst of the chilling wind at the very least; and she wasn't about to move below deck while her father conversed with these Raiders. Already the two sides bickered amongst themselves, but for now she remained quiet and still, eyes searching the deck of the opposing ship as they drew ever closer.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2018 22:47:46 GMT -6
Gidal who would allow this? If Gidal was surprised (or concerned) by the belligerence of Hira's raiders, he didn't show it. The biting words of Cortez and Cyrus made him pass an amused glance sideways to Faust and Calder, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't respond in kind to their insults. He let Solveig have her words (it was often easiest to simply let her speak) and then took a deep breath, considering silently.
The likelihood of a small vessel with a small crew having anything of value was infinitesimal. He hadn't ordered the ship here to plunder. However, he thought, if he could find his way to Onea with even one horse who wouldn't raise a sword to him... Well, that was the beginning, wasn't it? No one could be strong alone.
"Your ship doesn't interest me," he admitted, grunting as he tilted his earless head, stretching his neck until it gave a satisfying crack. He shook his mane. "It doesn't even seem to be doing you any good." He leveled his stare to each of the raiders, one at a time.
"The question is, where do you go from here?" It was a dire thought. The swim to shore was frigid, and nearly inconceivable. One, two, three of them. Nothing his crew couldn't handle. Faust alone was probably worth the lot. Gidal liked his chances.
"Come aboard," he said, nodding for the ramp onto deck to be lowered. "We're headed for the mainland."
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Jan 23, 2018 0:53:53 GMT -6
CORTEZ
"Your role may be thankless but if you're willing to give it your all you will bring success to those who will outlast you.”
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When his anger was met with voices scolding him like a colt Cortez felt his jaw clench, grinding his teeth further together and caused a twang of pain to sound in his skull. He knew grinding his teeth was a terrible habit that only caused him pain but it also kept him from lashing out with his tongue or biting through it in an effort to silence his impulsive ass nature. Gaze resembling cold molten gold hardened upon each face he could see and while they looked down upon him because of their half-sunken ship none were looking at him as a lesser like he had expected. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, they weren't acting like the rumors he'd heard describe them as, nothing more than cold murderous filth that destroyed an entire town on a whim. Possibly it was because they held nothing of value other than their lives at the moment but it caused Cortez to view them and their next words with suspicion. The ancient Onean voice whom reminded him of the grandfather he had known for a few short years proposed the question he was dreading.
Where do you go from here?
A sneer pulled at the stallion's face, contorting it into an unfavorable scrunch of annoyance and disgust. They all knew what their options were, freeze to death before reaching shore or be captured- Wait. Did he hear the stallion, who was now obviously their leader, right? He just offered for them to board their vessel, not command or call for his crew to board their vessel and capture them but an offer. He blinked, his anger transforming into confusion as he glanced between the Raiders around him back up to the Bloody Flanks vessel before he took a breath of comforting Onean air into his lungs, possibly his last as a free or alive man. Taking pointed glances at his fellow Raiders as if to say 'shut up, don't interfere. I've got this' and took a few steps towards the vessel. When he stood in front of his comrades Cortez stopped, steeling his gaze toward the Flanks leader and spoke in a rumbling confident voice. "I will board, but I have a request...If you are to take prisoners then take me alone. The young one is too young, too soft to be a suitable prisoner let alone a slave to your will while the elder...well he's past his prime to say the least. I am the most suitable, you can get the most out of me as a slave or in trade, my father is influential in the southern portion of Onea and I will not fight if you spare them." Standing stead fast, a large meat shield for his comrades Cortez nodded his head and dipped his horn toward the Flanks, "Take me alone and in return give them safe passage to shore."
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 29, 2018 18:49:26 GMT -6
Your plot almost completed. Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal20 AP and 20 CS to: Gidal, Cortez, Baelfire, Antinel, Ualda, Cyrus, Calder, Solvig |
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