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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 15:37:48 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Vagabond Plot 510: The New Moon Council Team Leader: Aurora Participants: Lilliana, Midna, Zemora, Shahrazad (brand new group NPC oooo) 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: As a hedgewitch, you hear the earth when it whispers. For three moons, something has been... strange. The forests are loud, and not even the shroud of a coming winter can hush the urgent noise of Hireath's dark and forgotten spaces. Horses are disappearing, nations rumble with a coming war; more and more equines have been seeking your help. It's too much to be ignored. It's unlike witches to be anything but solitary, but maybe the changing world means it is time to come together. Under the perfect darkness of a new moon, the hedgewitches gather in a vast cavern and surround a crystal pool. With their combined power, perhaps they can get some answers. Location: A cavern in the Vastlands, surrounding a still, perfectly circular pond Time of Day: Dark, moonless night Current Weather: Flurries before a coming blizzard You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 18:00:34 GMT -6
As you end your long journey to the cavern, you are swaddled by the disquieting silence of heavy snowfall, and the night is so dark that nothing casts a shadow. You know this as a place of power; the witches have always had their own culture, spread thin like spiderwebs across Hireath. It's a fragile network, barely keeping the old stories alive, but the gossamer connection between you is enough that you all felt the vibrations when the world began to struggle.
So you turned to one of the only things you have in common. You turned to this place.
The cave has no name you know of, only a location that the witch before you whispered to you. It seems to breathe for just an instant when you step inside, and you fancy that a warm breeze has tousled your hair. Indeed, the cold of the coming winter seems to have lost its bite inside the cavern, and as you descend, holding your lantern, it is more like entering a basement than a cavern. It feels like a cellar where answers are kept.
You take your place around the pool. It is a perfect circle in the floor, shimmering somehow, its surface shining as it reflects an ethereal white light that isn't there. As you breathe, the water ripples, and the reflection is momentarily disturbed. It's small enough that you could maybe jump across, more a puddle than a pond truly, but there is just enough room for the witches to gather around it. Even with your torchlight, you cannot see --or even fathom-- the bottom of the water.
You have come here to discuss the disturbed state of the earth with your sisters, these witches you may have never even seen. You know that this pool, in its great but mysterious power, has answers for you. You also know that this knowledge isn't free.
"Here," says Shahrazad, the oldest hedgewitch you have ever seen. Her black eyes are invisible in the harsh light. "What have you seen?" You all know the world is changing. You all have your own stories to tell.
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Post by Western-Witch on Dec 15, 2017 21:13:43 GMT -6
 Zemora:Vagabond | Hedgewitch
With herbs and potions that comfort and heal, come together and turn the wheel.Zemora had felt the tug. It was something deep in the ground, where she had learned her craft from.
The past few months had left her with a multitude of questions with no answers and wary sense to watch her back. She could scarcely call that night in the inn a real occurrence, it had felt more like a foreboding dream than anything else. She had no idea what it all meant however and was thirsty for answers. So she had gathered enough for the long journey to the place where witches gathered. She remembered the first time she was brought and would never forget the power that settled heavily in that space. She had felt this would be the right time. That night was the New Moon, a dark glittering sky blanketed the night giving no contrast to the shadows. Even if you tried to focus on the darkness you couldn't find the ones that moved within it.
Zemora lit her lantern as she felt a cold, blustery wind against her back. Snow had begun to fall and she could feel the chill seep. There the entrance loomed before her. She had no fear entering it, she had been a witch for years and witches do not fear each other. At least she hoped this was still true. The whole reason they were gathering was because of the unrest surrounding them. Her hooves did not echo as she entered, their sound was soaked up by the dense earth she was encased in.
There the pool lay. Still as glass. She took her place with her self facing the entrance. She was old and knew nothing good came from turning your back. From the depths Shahrazad stepped forward. Zemora had never actually met her in person, but had heard stories of the eldest witch. She gave a nod of respect to the mare, whose eyes seemed like the moon itself. Dark as night and deep with knowledge. The mare spoke with a carrying voice asking for what they had seen.
Zemora lifted her horned head and gave her telling of that night a few months ago. "Fellow witches, I have a night to tell that has only left with questions. A bit ago I was out searching for herbs before a storm, as some of them bloom brightly during this time. And before I knew it, evening was fast approaching. An inn suddenly appeared in the night. I had no other options for shelter and entered. There myself and four others experienced events out of this world. We were presented a puzzle and words that mentioned our gods had failed us. Ignacio was burned in the hearth, Cascade drowned in a bowl of water, Alya taken by her own winds, Kaia poisoned by the very plants she grants us, and finally Argus told our futures. Then the inn shook and I awoke in a field unharmed and groggy. Since then I have heard of unrest across Hireath. But nothing more from that night."
She felt a chill raise across her back as she retold the tale. She hadn't told a single other horse since the event that night and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her old shoulders. She looked to the others and awaited to hear their own tellings of unrest.
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Post by Disastercorn on Dec 16, 2017 23:17:59 GMT -6
Auora
As the winds howled, bring with them the knowledge of words unspoken, the little hedge-witch could not, would not ignore the call. As much as it pained her to leave her safe house, her home behind, the call could not be ignored. The nights where getting darker, the world getting more chaotic. Whispers of cultists where popping up all over and it was getting harder and harder to ignore. Now, with the tug at her very being she ventured forward to the place unknown and yet the place she knew. Somehow.
Packing her saddlebags and fastening her tattered cloak the little cream roan pegasus starts forward, unable to take to the sky's from the strong winds. Instead she walks, trudges through thick forest, icy winds and mounds of snow. At long last, the little mare pushes forward and enters the cave. The warmth that suddenly surrounds her confirms Aurora has made it to the right location and the cold that had seeped into her very bones slowly, finally, starts to ebb. Wings rustle, stretching as the feeling comes back to the very ends. At long last dainty hooves take her down the steps, long hair wind swept, the braid holding strong.
As the sisters all take their place around the glow of the water, the water she feels compelled to protect and also drink from, it is evident something is happening. The oldest of them, one Aurora has only heard about in whispers of passing conversations asks for knowledge. Asks for experiences and tiny ears swivel back, almost afraid to speak up. Luck has it and Zemora speaks first, reciting a tail so chilling, the little cream pegasus shutters at the end and rustles her wings, quickly bringing them back in. The tale is startling and foreboding. Something she did not expect to hear. Swallowing hard, the flowers upon her head shifting gently with each ear flick, the little mare lifts her head.
"Why, my tale isn't as... Enlightening as my dear sisters, I have heard rumors of a great dragon bursting through the ground below Valore, within Aodh. The new king, or so they say, has tamed the massive beast and a new Aodh seems to be growing. I have also felt the rumble of earthquakes below my home and while they where soft before, their occurrences has only multiplied..." Ears pinned back and she feels a small dread pool within her stomach. "The forests are angry... I can feel it everyday. I am not sure why and no amount of asking helps..." The soft sing song voice flutters and she bows her head, glancing to the next sister sister sitting around the pool. Does she have more to add?
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Post by moonlightwalk on Dec 19, 2017 15:40:09 GMT -6
Lilliana | Hedgewitch
Everything moved fast. It seemed unreal, but then Lilliana never had problems with the otherwordly. Not sooner had she sought out Aurora, bringing her the news of her new path in life, had she received the calling along with her sister. She did not understand how or why, but she didn’t need to, packing her bags and setting off through the heavy snow. Winter had come. By the time they arrive, Lilliana is tired. Very tired. But also excited. Luca sticks close to her and she ushers the filly forward, telling her to be quiet. The cave is amazing, even when she had only learned of it shortly before, she knows it’s sacred. She takes it all in and greets her newfound sisters as they gather.
One speaks and the tale awes her, chills her. Their gods had failed them? Lilliana loved all her gods, all wonderful for different reasons. Where her gods in danger? Could there be danger to a god? Was it perhaps the mortals that brought on these images? Hurting the world, hurting their own? Those and many questions with possible answers fluttered through her mind.
She listened as Aurora reported her own findings which where, despite her own claims, no less impressive. Dragons where a thing of myth, long gone from this world, but now -it seemed- returned. Lilliana wondered what it meant. When Aurora was done speaking, she took her turn to report. “Times have been changing. It burned in the tunnels of Sirith and when I turned towards the surface, fate guided me to meet with other vagabonds. We bore witness to magic unlike which I had ever seen, a kirin bursting into lives before our very eyes. When I travelled towards Sedo, I received word of war. Serora prepares for war with Aodh.”
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Post by kittyline13 on Dec 24, 2017 11:30:20 GMT -6
Midna 
Vagabonds Hedgewitcht
the sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets
The pale mare couldn’t see two inches in front of her face as it was pitch black. She enjoyed the new moon, but something seemed off. The forest was speaking to her, and with the knowledge she knows. This might have leads to these things.
The flurries danced in the dark sky. They land against her pale coat making her shiver. Midna wasn’t to far behind Aurora with Lilliana as they enter the cave. It was quite welcoming as it offered the warmth. “Well, isn’t this nice. We can stay warm.” Midna thought as she followed her witch sisters. They all form a circle and listen as they told their stories. Most of them made her spine tingle.
Once her sister had finish, Midna had taken her turn. Her wings ruffle as she remember such information. “I second the information about Aodh. I have heard through the grapevines, that War- Foreged have Kirin appearing there as well. Also, of rumors going around of a mass homicide. It is unsure what had happened, but it seems that that ground ate them whole. Something just isn’t right about this my sisters..” Midna spoke. With all of this information, what has the world come too? Is it possible that their God’s are in trouble and world attack each other over it? Whatever the case, they have to find some kind of information.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 17:53:09 GMT -6
Shahrazad The tales of your sisters weigh heavy on your heart. You may not know these women, but you are bonded to them through the things you all know. You all hear the world speak in small, significant ways unknown to anyone else, and you know what these shared stories might mean. Something gigantic is coming. Something terrible.
Shahrazad's brow furrows as you share your story, and she hesitates for a moment before speaking. "Many more could die." She whispers, suddenly urgent, and her pale teke gleams as she rifles around in her satchel. You notice that the pool you are standing around is still glimmering intermittently, sparkling but not truly reflecting light. Shahrazad's telekinesis leaves no impression on the surface.
"What have you brought?" she asks the group. Your confused expression gives her pause, and she looks around at the gathered witches sadly as she remembers. "None of you are old enough to remember the purpose of this place." Her face is grim as she pulls a dagger from her pack. Its hilt is set with a moonstone, its blade curved and engraved and fine. It shines. An extravagant treasure like that could only be ceremonial, you know, and the sight of it gives you a jolt of fear -- what is that for?!
"None of you remember the New Moon Council's last meeting." Her eyes look far away, frightening. "I was only a girl then." Your gaze follows the knife as she raises it high above her head. "They're all dead now." The blade gleams like the pool's surface. Your breath is caught in your throat.
She throws the knife into the water. It barely splashes the mercurial surface of the pool, but sinks instantly into what must be incredible depths.
"It is up to us to get the answers." The pools surface is starting to change. "But they aren't free." You may ask the pool one question, if you offer it something of value. (offerings do not have to be items purchased with CS. be creative. c; ) |
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 2, 2018 16:55:06 GMT -6
Auora
A chill runs through the small pegasus mare as she sees the dagger rise from the shadows and hover in the air over them. Her own worry grows, fear taking over. They barely knew this old mare and now she brings forth an item of pain and hurt. A wing moves to flinch and hide her face a bit before the water swallows the dagger completely and aurora is left with a racing heart. Feathers fold back down and lift to meet her sisters quickly.
A question, any question.
A sharp rock lays at her feet and the mare lifts it, contemplating before the edge raises and cuts through the thick braid along her neck. Quickly the rock is discarded and the thick braided multicolored mane that she had been growing even before her escape from Aodh hangs before them. Tears drip down her face, almost hesitating before she tosses it quickly into the pool. Aurora would not have the shards or means to regrow the mane for a very long time. As the strands seem to cling to the surface she quickly wipes her face on the edge of her knee and whispers her question.
"What can I do, as a single equine, to help those that need more help than I?"
The braid sinks and disappears into the depths of the pool.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jan 4, 2018 2:24:49 GMT -6
Zemora:Vagabond | Hedgewitch
With herbs and potions that comfort and heal, come together and turn the wheel. Zemora listened to each mare as they shared their stories. Lilliana and Midna had both spoke of Kirins. Zemora remembered the stallion she had encountered in the mysterious inn and wondered almost fondly what he was up to now. But she kept these thoughts hidden behind what was actually important. There was something brewing within Hireath. Something that would possibly change everything they had ever known.
Aurora had mentioned full size dragons. And Zemora had heard of the assasination of the boy King. She silently said a prayer for his lost soul. Aodh had always been a firey country. But she never thought they’d go so far as to kill a child. Either way. It was done and something had set it in motion.
The elderly Hedgewitch showed palpable signs of concern. Seeing one so old that disturbed left Zemora feeling like a small child in the face of a boogeyman. If Shahrazad was frightened, a mare who had seen many moons then any of them, then this was something to grow serious about. And it seemed they would be. The old mare found a beautiful knife in her satchel and threw it into the pool.
A question. I had heard tales of a pool that spoke answers, Zemora thought to herself. She heard once from a drunk bard about a pool, if given the right payment, would give answers to anything you asked. It was a nice song. But Zemora never thought it would be true. Next to her, Aurora nervously cut her braid. With a sympathetic look, Zemora watched as it stuck to the surface then dipped beneath. The young mare barely spoke her question, but Zemora wondered what the answer would be. It was such a deep and broad question. And a good one at that.
Quickly, Zemora rifled through her own saddle bags. She had never grown fond of material things in her life. But she did carry things that were of worth to any equine. She pulled out a round glass container. It’s contents gave off a slight green glow. On the glass a black ‘X’ was painted on. She had been saving this to sell at a high price. But this was worth it. She removed the stopper, avoiding the odorless opening.
Looking around at the others she poured it’s contents into the pool. The blackish-green liquid swirled on the surface then fell deep within the pools depths.
“Who or what summoned us and spoke of the gods abandonment on that night in the inn?”
Zemora could not say if it was the right question. But if she could get a name she could follow it from there. She then turned to Aurora softening her concentrated scowl. “If you need any help with potions to lengthen your locks I would be willing to assist.” She then turned to the glimmering pool. “Here’s hoping whatever lives within these waters guides us.”
Zemora wondered what the other two would ask. What sort of magic were they dealing with on this night? Her suspicious nature had grown since the inn incident. Were they playing with something dangerous here? And how true would the answers be? She pulled her cloak tighter around her body, trying desperately to keep out the growing chill in her bones.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 4, 2018 15:14:26 GMT -6
Lilliana
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Worry gripped Lilly’s heart when War-forged was mentioned. Death en mass? She thought of her family, wishing she could look at the sky they shared. But then they also shared the earth. She pulled Luca closer, the foal having grown quiet in the presence of so many strangers. Lilliana had to believe everything was alright. If it was otherwise, surely her family would have sought her out? The death were no longer unseen by her.
Shahrazad started speaking and Lilliana listened closely as the elder spoke. She was captivated by the idea that this horse held so much more knowledge than herself. The things you must have seen when you were old, the experience you had to have. She could only dream of achieving that as well one day. She was not worried when the blade was reveiled, only studying it in interest. She did not believe the other had sinister intentions. It was beautiful she noted. Unlike anything Lilliana had ever owned herself. She gasped softly as it was dropped into the pool, watching it sink in its depths.
A price? She worried her lip. Lilliana had so little of value. A stone she had picked up as she was carried away from her herd, a locket given to her by her mother, the things in her bags, herbs and a few potions, even fewer shards. How could she pick between these things?
Rumaging through her bags, she took a moment to decide, eventually pulling a book. It was well loved, pages wrinkled, notes shoved it between. In it laid the work of years: stories, poems and songs. All delicately written between its pages. It had been Lilliana’s most used possesion, a life work of sorts. She closed her eyes as she dropped it in the water, a tear following it on the way down. Her heart ached.
“What do we need to do to save as many as we can from whatever is coming?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 17:17:02 GMT -6
The water, which had been rippling, glimmering, falls still the moment it accepts Aurora's offering. The shine disappears from its surface as it whorls into blackness, as if considering the question:WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP THOSE IN NEED? You don't hear the words. You don't read them either. Gazing into the water, you simply know them. The pool begins to change.You see several images, one after another:A shoddy wooden door, swinging open to reveal a blazing hearth.
A sorceror, --a warrior? a witch? -- wielding glowing powers.
A vault, deep underground.
A half dozen forms sharing a tight embrace.
A candle inside a lantern, forcing back the darkness.The glimmering moonlight returns, only to be swirled over by Zemora's powerful potion. It ponders the question, remaining black for some time, until Lilliana's book splays open in the water. Its pages separate as the pool swallows the volume and Lilliana's single tear.
HOW DO WE SAVE LIVES? The words appear in your mind. It seems to have skipped Zemora's inquiry, at least for now.The pool shows you images again, more intense this time:A swirling storm around a bone-white tower.
The gods, turning to spectral dust under mortal hooves.
A sky full of stars.
Equines of every breed, shoulder to shoulder, a world army.
A hole in the earth, perfectly circular.Unlike before, the water does not go bright and calm after it answers. The pool begins to boil, bubbling and steaming, the ink under its surface roiling in Zemora's direction. WHO -
... it tries to ask. Shahrazad gasps and recoils in horror. Beneath the wild, frothing surface, the water shows you something more.A hole in the earth.
The wings of a white silk moth, unfurling and fluttering.
A hole in the earth.
The shell of an egg, cracking.
A hole in the earth.
A white tower. A black storm. A hole in the earth.DIGEND. You don't hear the name, or read it. You simply know it.The water settles, as if exhausted, and after a moment begins to glimmer again. |
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Post by Western-Witch on Jan 18, 2018 11:11:04 GMT -6
Zemora:Vagabond | Hedgewitch
With herbs and potions that comfort and heal, come together and turn the wheel. Zemora held her breath as the pool changed. It revealed thoughts and images to her. And words were spoken from inside her mind. This was the second most strangest thing the mare had seen. And she had been traveling Hireath for twenty plus years. Her heart pounded as Aurora's question was answered first.
It was just a collection of images but each one held weight. And they were hopeful. They were of camaraderie and strength. Though in the moment Zemora couldn't quite understand what they meant to the group here.
As the pool settled, Zemora leaned forward anticipating the answer to her own question as she had asked next. But it glazed over and revealed images that began to make Zemora feel a prickling sensation all along her coat. She couldn't quite believe the images as she watched the gods turn to dust. But then we stood together, all of us, she thought quickly as the image faded. And finally a deep hole. With that last image Zemora shuddered. Whatever that had been, it would exist in the future. She had never come across a hole so deep before.
But before Zemora could explore the ideas and understandings of the images she watched as something streamed towards her under the water. Abruptly she stood up, but she could not back away. She would face whatever answer so had asked for. And then the answers flicker before her almost too quickly for Zemora to really see them. Except for that one.
And then she gets her answer.
Zemora snapped her head up as the water shuddered back to it's calm state. She looked at Shahrazad and then to the others.
"He's not real. He's just a tale the Cultists swear by." But her voice held an almost imperceptible shudder of doubt. "What can we do?" She realized her turn was up at the pool. It was more her trying to wrap her mind around it all.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 22, 2018 16:07:47 GMT -6
Lilliana
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Lilliana felt her heart race as the water started to move. She carded her teke through Luca’s mane as the filly pressed herself close against her mother, eyes wide and worried. Lilliana whispered in her ear, telling her it was fine, but Luca just turned her face, pressing it into her mother’s coat. Lilliana was transfixed as their question wasn’t answered only in words, but images, feelings. It was fast and she tried to keep up. So many impressions came at her at once and it left her mind reeling.
What was it they needed to do? The gods turned to dust, they stood altogether. Unite the world? How could they do so? What was this whole in the ground that returned over and over until. Lilly took a step back as the words Digend resonated in her, loud and bold. She gasped softly. Digend. Change. To Lilliana the two were synonyms. To hear -see? feel?- it so loudy, strongly, it must mean big change was coming. The roan mare wasn’t sure if it was for better or worse. She turned her head to her elder, the buttermilk buckskin who had started this ritual in the first place. “What do you make of this?”
Lilliana would be one of the first to marvel at the wonder of such visions, but at the same time she was cautious of it’s meaning. She didn’t know enough about this pond, its origin, its purpose, its abilities to do more than speculate, place well meant guesses, but she knew seeing was not knowing, nor was feeling, tasting, smelling or hearing. The world could appear one way and be something else. The future would unfold beyond their grasp and it would be foolish to assume these images gave certainty. Perhaps they could be guiding lights on a dark path to come though. She tried to commit them to memory before they were forgotten.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 22, 2018 16:20:59 GMT -6
Auora
As the others voiced their questions, the mare listened intently. Wings, almost too large for her form, fluttered against her side. Everyone's questions were thought out and what everyone else wanted to know. Feeling the cut mane rustle against her neck, Aurora peered forward as they waited for the pool. Her own was first, the water smooths out and as the images take form she stares with wide eyes. A smile can't help but cover the small perlino's face. All of these images... They all involve hope, working together. Light. She knows know that what she has been doing thus far as worked...
When the water swirls and passes over Zemora's question more images flutter to the surface. The pegasus becomes puzzled, unsure what to make of the gods vanishing. The world army, the gods gone, the sky of stars... She is as confused and almost distraught. The gods cannot be killed! Though her unease soon grows as the water begins to churn. Its bubbles and jumps, as if in pain. Wings spread and the mare is overcome with fear and doubt.
Digend.
Chest heaves and the small mare hits the back of the wall, eyes wide. "It cannot be true..." She whispers, looking towards her sisters. Wings are still wide, the pastel mare clearly as unsettled as the oldest among them. "It can't be... He's just an old mare's tale, something the cultists use to give their murders reason!" Aurora looks towards Shahrazad. "It can't be true..."
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Post by kittyline13 on Jan 22, 2018 18:14:34 GMT -6
Midna
Vagabonds Hedgewitcht
the sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets The pale mare watched and listened Shahrazad as she spoke of the council many moons ago. The name of such council might have rolled off the tongue of her Mother. She might have known of such thing. Midna's eyes follow the knife as it was raised. For a moment, it was hard for her to breath. Her mouth was opened, but nothing came out until the knife sank into the waters. He throat opens and caught her breath. Whatever is going to happen... May these hedgewitches get some answers. Midna was deep in thought.
Midna listened as each mare named a question and dropped an offering into the glimmering pool. Her mind started to fill with questions to ask. She wasn't just set on one. All of her sisters had wonderful question. Midna cleared her throat “What it causing an uproar these woods, and in War Forged? ” Midna plucked some of her feathers and dipped them in some of her potions then dropped them into the pool.
The answers puzzled Midna as she tried to make them out. As the name DIGEND. was shown. Midna could feel her stomach twist a bit. The name she had heard a few times before came up once again. Sisters.. Either this is true or not, I have been wanting to look into these what you way mere old mare tales. I have often heard of it's name. Something always stirs in the back on my mind. I don't know what it is, but we need to do something about it."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2018 17:49:21 GMT -6
The pool swirls again, begins to change. As the surface rolls over black, the voice appears in your mind again.
WHAT DISTURBS THE WORLD?
The images are faster this time. There are so many, almost too many to register-
A pegasus, in freefall from a cliff
A cage in a cave, full of pronged silhouettes
A fleet of ships with red sails
A hole in the earth
A fiery hound, racing through the desert
Antlers, emerging from glowing lava
A horn, sprouting and growing from a forehead like a branch
A drowned temple
A set of four spectral wings, littered with stars
A dragon, roosting on a parapet
A hole in the earth.Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to all participants!
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