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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2018 12:36:20 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Sirith's Open Thread for the Elemental Shiftthis thread is open to Breimians and any other characters in Sirith. Please keep the following in mind!- Posts can be any length, you will earn normal AP for your writing- 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!- There's a lot of chaos going around- don't leave anyone behind! Try to interact with other characters.- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: Your character has suddenly found them-self with a new blessing and an understanding that the gods themselves have changed elements- react! Location: Some flippin cave Time of Day: Morning, the day you woke up with the Wrong Magical Powers Current Weather: It's a cave
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Post by Diregull on Apr 3, 2018 21:02:09 GMT -6
Kujuro | Butler | Fire Manipulation
"I AM ON FIRE DEAR ARGUS SOMEONE PLEASE PUT THIS OUT!"
This day really should have been like any other for the butler, but that seemed like it was not going to be the case.
First, of course, had been the trip between the Palace and his home. A trip that Kujuro could have normally taken in his sleep, for some reason that night he had grew unusually exhausted and fell asleep before he had even made it back to the Palace, curling up in a shadow part of the cave. After that had been the strange dreams, wherein Argus's head had turned into a skull and he had been lit... on fire. Very disturbing dreams without a doubt.
When Kujuro awoke with a kink in his neck and his limbs feeling stiff and inflamed, he figured it was nothing more than the unfortunate sleeping position that he had found himself in. He arose, feeling the lather sticking to his cloak, and stretched slowly, feeling the heat spread to his limbs as his hooves crackled in flames--
Wait. Flames?!
With a whinny that echoed off the cave walls, Kujuro tore down the cave, screeching about the fire that spread through every hoofprint. Apparently that dream he had was no dream at all, and this was the most unfortunate blessing he could have gotten.
"GODS BE DAMNED I HOPE SOMEONE HAS SOME WATER!"
At this point the flames had reached the hem of his cloak. Kujuro spun in a tight circle, nipping his cloak off his body and throwing it to the floor, before trying to beat the flames away with his hooves.
Which were still on fire.
This was clearly not going well.
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Post by misttheelf on Apr 4, 2018 11:03:45 GMT -6
Waking early to head to Nariah, had given Saira a fair amount of time to gather her thoughts about the fact that there was now dew collecting constantly on her wings, and well, every part of her body. While what was normally Cascade's blessing would be welcome... In the back of her mind, there was a nagging feeling that the gods had changed.
Also, the fact that she couldn't make the dew stop collecting made this a very... unwelcome, blessing. Pausing every few minutes to shake the water off of her wings, she made her way through the tunnels, when she heard panicked shouting. Worried, the monk made their way in that direction hurriedly. If others were getting blessings so suddenly that they couldn't control them... Hers was annoying, yes. But not dangerous like some could be... especially if some of the fire god's blessings manifested...
She made her way to the shouting equine, and after spotting the burning cloak, she extended a wing over it, and fluffed her feathers, causing a small shower of water to fall over it.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Apr 4, 2018 12:47:04 GMT -6
G E M S T O N E
✦ Breim | Uncut ✦
 "A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials."
~Lucius Annaeus Seneca ✦
She had gone to sleep like she had done every night since her parents were killed. She would stand, looking out her bedroom window and up at the star-studded sky through Sterlings massive skylight, praying for their eternal rest. And upon turning her hooves and climbing into bed, she’d conk out due to her ‘exciting’ day.
And like any other night, her sleep was littered with dreams. But these weren’t the dreams of a smiling Yoru, or a visit from her parents. No, these were dreams full of moths. Pale, cream colored moths fluttered around her. There were hundreds, thousands.
Some of them fell like rain, others danced like the sparks of a fire. There were those that fluttered on an unfelt wind, and some who crawled along the caverns walls, followed closely by vines. And then there were others with glowing eyes.
She wasn’t sure why, but these moths made her uneasy. As she turned to leave, she saw that she was being pursued by the moths that flitted like fire. They had even suddenly shed their pale colors and burned a bright blue, flickering after her like unrealistic fireflies.
Why she felt panic, she wasn’t sure, but she bolted. It was well ingrained in her Bremian mind that fire was not to be trusted. Revered to some extent by blacksmiths and others who had use for fire, but hardly trusted.
Bring light to the darkness.
Feed upon Chaos’ reign.
Forever be changed.
The voice wasn’t her own, nor was it was she imagined Argus’ to be.
It sounded childish, small, not unlike herself. As she ran, she found she wasn’t moving. The fire-moths converged and alighted upon her pelt. She expected to be burned, a whinny forming in her throat. But what she felt was warmth, a foreign yet familiar touch. She could feel their eyes upon her, his eyes upon her, her eyes upon her.
But who?
Waking with a start, sweat pooling on her withers, the zonkey leapt from the bed. She darted to the window, and found that the sun had already started to rise and was casting shades of pink, orange and violet across the heavens. Stars were winking out, taking their daily rest. It seemed to normal, so usual.
Until it wasn’t.
There were shouts of fear and confusion coming from Sterlings streets, and the girl looked down in horror to see a dozen or so horses fleeing from fire that was coming from their hooves or being chased by their own shadows. There was one pegasus stallion who was rooted to the ground by a group of thick vines.
Chaos reigns.
Gemstone froze as a pale moth fluttered before her vision. When she looked to find it, she instead saw a hovering orb of light where the moth had vanished. Stepping back quickly, too quickly, the child tumbled backwards with her legs flailing. When she shook her head of the vertigo, she found she was surrounded by dozens of these orbs of light, all of which hung around her like dangling cave worms. Nervous, she moved and rose, hopping to one side. And the lights followed, lazily hovering close.
Although there was a ton of fear in her heart, there was also a sort of...comfort. While she knew, based upon teachings she had experienced, there was an Ignacio blessing that worked similar to this one. But this blessing...this experience, it felt so familiar and warm. She did not feel the lord of Kirin close...she felt the closeness of her patron deity Argus.
Was this what the moths were talking about? Had something chaotic happened to the Gods? Was this chaotic energy giving unblessed equines blessings they knew nothing about? Of course it would cause fear.
But why be afraid of her God? Despite the changes, she had to trust him. Without trust, there would only be Chaos, and Gemstone didn’t like the idea to simply...comply to this chaos.
Staring hard at the lights, they simply hovered, producing a steady glow each. She tried to get them to move, but they obeyed her not, choosing to simply follow the girl as she moved.
“I won’t submit.” She glowered to the window, unwilling to freak out like the other horses outside of the inn had. Although, she was sure, if she started sprouting fire from her hooves, she might be thinking differently. This blessing of light, as she realized this chaotic energy had given her, was nothing in comparison to full fledged fire-hooves.
Taking a deep breath, she wandered through the inn. All of the inhabitants were gone, likely fled after finding their new blessings. Her grandmother, Alba, was standing outside with a pained expression on her old face. As an Old Gen, these changes came too fast too soon, and it took its toll on her old soul. She turned to see her granddaughter emerge, her eyes flickering to the lights, but unable and unwilling to scold the child for something she had no control over. Ignacio and Argus had somehow switched, and there was nothing either of them could do about it.
“Child...we have entered a world of change, and I fear I cannot protect you from it.” The old donkey was solemn, looking to her granddaughter when the child pressed her tiny dark muzzle against the pale fur of her grandmother.
“It’s okay, Grandma. Argus’ magic may have changed, but he is still Argus to me. I won’t be scared.” Whether it was foolish or wise, Alba managed to smile and turned to nuzzle her charge...but instead found she was pushing the child away instead. Uttering a sigh, the old woman grumbled.
“Forcefields…” Casting her granddaughter a longing glance, she turned to retreat to her inn, seeking comfort in what was still the same. Frowning after her grandmother, Gemstone turned to look at the large gathering of horses who were all chattering loudly, some sobbing, some passing out from fear. There were even a handful who took silent delight in their new blessings, though they were too afraid to do more than stand off to the side and admire themselves.
“I won’t be scared.” Gemstone said once more to herself, choosing to stand and observe, as it would take her far too long to get to Nariah. She could only hope Yoru was alright.
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Post by Zugunruhes on Apr 4, 2018 19:51:15 GMT -6
Kalyan
Kalyan woke far earlier than intended, the choking smell of burning parchment singeing his nostrils. With a snort he sat upright, sprawled hooves kicking against the circle of books and notes scattered about him in a haphazard circle. A preternatural column of light entered his blurred vision, along with a curious trail of gently falling snowflakes, that, on closer inspection, revealed themselves to be blackened bits of paper. Kalyan stomped out the flames furiously, enraged to see his prized study materials and months’ worth of notes about each patient go up in flame. Some of his works were salvaged, but once the flames died out he forgot the books as a dark tendril of thought clouded his mind. How had his notes gone up in flames? He had fallen asleep rather ungracefully while up late reading on skeletal diseases, but his candle had gone out hours before and still stood upright and solemn. Unless some Breim gifted with Ignacio’s disturbing talent had snuck into his home and set his work ablaze as part of a cruel prank, there was no obvious explanation. And that was highly unlikely. Grimacing at the charred smell as it curled against his nostrils, he kicked out at one book in his path, biting back the burgeoning anger that he could not solve the problem so easily, even with his mind. And then it happened- a spark flashed where his hoof hit and then a tongue of flame blossomed forth. He fled his house then, not daring to lose any more precious writing, and stumbled into a welter of Sterling horses. The heat emanating from his hooves faded and he slowed, letting the fear drain from him as the heat dulled. He inhaled sharply, once, then again and let the soothing cold air fill his lungs and calm his mind. If it was happening to everyone, then there was one explanation, perhaps almost imperceptibly elusive, and he would reason out an answer. Perhaps the amassing crowd knew something. He padded forward, ears pining back at the cacophony of tremulous cries and agitated whispers from the crowd. Kalyan dipped past the tight throng of horses and settled at its edge, seeking out one voice of reason among the clamor. His gold eyes alit on a young zonkey who like him stood apart. He closed the distance between them and asked dryly, careful not to reveal any lingering fears, “Do you have any inkling on what’s plaguing our city? Unless a God’s curse was set upon Sterling, I imagine there must be news this is happening across Breim.” WC: 430 | Post 1
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Post by Diregull on Apr 5, 2018 10:23:42 GMT -6
Kujuro | Butler | Fire Manipulation
He was in a full scale panic, and with his own hooves on fire, a dim part of his mind acknowledged that he was doing this wrong, very, very wrong. But his more primal instincts had taken over, and quite frankly, Kujuro had been stressed enough this week and did not have any room in his brain for what was going on.
His cloak had almost been turned into ashes and he could smell the burning fabric. It wasn't until another equine came over, a pegasus no less, and shook her wing on Kujuro's cloak that the fire finally stopped... Well, on the cloak at least. Kujuro took a step back, offering her a sheepish smile as he spoke. "May Argus bless you, thank you."
He knelt, gripping his cloak in his mouth and holding up the tattered remains of it. With a sigh, Kujuro flung it back over his shoulders, feeling ash settle on his back. He would probably have to discard it later, which sucked, because this was the best cloak that he had.
He dipped his head to the pegasus, turning his attention to her, even as his ears swiveled around. "Do you have any inkling as to what might be going on? I woke up just now with my hooves on fire, but... I don't believe this is Ignacio doing this." He paused. "Well, it still could be, actually. I wouldn't trust the fire god with anything."
As he tried to sidestep his own hooves, which were still burning, he got a better look at the rest of Breim, and noticed the amount of chaos going on. Well, this wasn't good.
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Post by misttheelf on Apr 5, 2018 14:02:56 GMT -6
Saira nodded at the blessing and thanks. "I have little idea... Although I have a feeling that the gods shifted during the night... It seems that everyone has awoken with some form of new blessing." She hummed. "After all, I do not feel the wave mother with the blessing I have." She paused to shake her wings out again. "And neither have I recently asked anything of her... And I doubt you asked anything of the fire god recently." She added. "Now, we ought to head to the temples... there may be clues there as to what has happened..." Saira paused, glancing at the stallion. "...You don't need to be sidestepping the flames you produce, dear.. They will not burn you, if my limited knowledge on the fire blessings is anything to go by." then turning her gaze to the city.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Apr 5, 2018 21:59:05 GMT -6
G E M S T O N E
✦ Breim | Uncut ✦
"A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials."
~Lucius Annaeus Seneca ✦
Gemstone turned, emerald eyes rising, rising way up to seek those who was speaking to her, before averting them. Hovering lights swirled around her like disturbed candle flames, before settling around her. The golden-eyed, dark-faced male did not seem pleased with the changes and, in all reality, Gemstone couldn’t blame him. Or anyone in Briem for that matter. Ignacios’ blessings were not trusted, they were feared. They were unwanted. And here they were, those who held Argus within their hearts, cursed with the Lord of Fire’s magic. But was it still a curse, if Argus was the one who had given it to them? And what of Ignacio?
“I think the Gods changed…” The child said, folding long, ivory tipped ears back against her skull. “I worship Argus with my whole heart...but I have a blessing from Ignacio.” She didn’t even bother to acknowledge the lights wavering around her, they were quite obvious up close. “Argus is fire now…I don’t know if we should be afraid. I trust his heart to make things right.”
She mustered a smile. She wasn’t trying to sound smart or brave, but she did believe her words. Argus, despite this sudden change, was still her God. As if on cue, a cawing sound came from behind and above, and the child turned to see her familiars soaring down from the top of her Grandmothers Inn. The devil bird pair came to land on her back and, in a moment of irritation, both attempted to peck at the lights that appeared to be bothering their friend. The filly turned and frowned at them, and the three-eyed creatures looked back at her solemnly. The female, a leucistic creature who’s primaries and tail feathers were painted purple, shifted to allow her normal colored mate to move closer to Gemstones neck. Where Tama was stoic, Kei was gentle and attentive. He preened the mane at the base of the filly’s neck in a moment of reassurance. The girl looked back to the stallion.
“I don’t want to be afraid.” She finally added, though insecurity still shone in her deep green eyes.
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Post by Diregull on Apr 7, 2018 17:16:18 GMT -6
Kujuro | Butler | Fire Manipulation
He considered the mare's words, ears flicking once to the side as he thought about the strange dream he had. "I... yes, that would make sense," he consented, at once feeling both satisfied, and yet tenser about the entire ordeal. "But why would that happen with the gods, especially Argus? Nothing has changed in this herd for years, especially not them. Why would it start now of all times...?"
This didn't bode well. Kujuro almost tuned out the other horse as he glanced over his shoulder, half-expecting the specter of his sister to appear behind him, taunting him for his stalwart beliefs. Then again, if this chaos really did bring his sister's mind back to her, would it really be such a bad thing?
He shook his head, clearing himself of his thoughts as he glanced back to the mare. Her wings shook excess water off once again as she talked about how she hadn't asked anything from Cascade, and Kujuro balked at the idea of Ignacio, scoffing and swishing his tail in irritation. "I would never ask Ignacio for anything, other than to die. To be candid, I have prayed to Argus before but never received a blessing until now." He pawed the ground once, watching flames lick up his hooves and grimacing. "This blessing would not help me in my duties in the least."
Heading to the temples? "Yes, actually, that sounds like a solid plan." Kujuro nodded, side stepping his flames once more before she mentioned the flames would not burn him. He stilled, glancing down at his hooves, before shaking his head. "I do not think I would like to find out. To the temples, then."
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Post by mariahwhy on Apr 8, 2018 22:02:06 GMT -6
Ozzer | OutsiderOzzer had fallen asleep, Daisuke wrapped over him, but his dreams were immediately interrupted by the presence of a mystical figure. He knew it was Kaia, and yet... something seemed strange about her. The presence seemed like Kaia's had when she had blessed him all those years ago, but this was not how he had imagined her. This mare was a mystical purple hue, stardust swirling about her neck and off the end of her unicorn's tail. "My child, you were not made to be stagnant, to remain ever the same. Arcane is the spark of life, the impetus of change, and it flows through all things. Embrace your heritage, you who are made of stardust. Arcane swirls through us all, binds us together, balances us. Be not afraid: be great."The donkey couldn't exactly argue with this. While Kaia had been his patron all this time, living beneath the surface taught one many things about the Arcane god, Argus. He respected the god, and even sent him prayers every now and then. Was this actually Argus speaking to him? Or was Kaia trying to tell him something vague but important that pertained to the unity of Breim against the oncoming war? But, in the way of dreams, she vanished as suddenly as she came, and the thought was all but lost to his subconscious as everything went black again. Briefly anyway. He awoke this time, standing in a vibrant, overly-saturated world. Everything hurt his eyes. Squinting against the bright colors around him he tried to make sense of what was going on. It seemed natural in that disjointed way that dreams do, but he could swear that he was awake? He was just about to nip his shoulder to check if he was dreaming when a shrill voice cut through the air. Cut through everything, most likely. It was LOUD. Louder than most anything Ozzer had every heard before. His ears slapped back against his head as the force of the airwaves rippled the hairs on his coat. He turned as an all too familiar "DAD!" cut through the air. It was his son. It was his son with sonic voice. "Oh, Kaia... Argus... please let me wake up." But it was as if something was holding him back. As if he was here on his own accord, and simply had to find his own way out. Whatever this world was Daisuke now had sonic voice, and he made short time in putting it to use. His normal constant chatting, now at ten times the decibel, followed Ozzer around as he searched for a way out. The child was convinced this was a dream, though neither was sure how they were communicating in it. Ozzer was a bit more convinced that it was an exhausting nightmare. Finally, after what felt like hours but could have been only minutes in dream time, Ozzer's conscious gave up. He was trapped here, he was sure. He closed his eyes, trying to accept this new, loud reality. When he woke up for real. Ears still ringing the donkey jumped up. Daisuke, displaced by his dad's movement, somehow remained asleep. Ozzer realized that his coat was shining with sweat, and his ears were still ringing. He was even more tired than when he went to sleep, as if he had not slept at all. And stranger still was the fact that the constant buzz of the earth under his feet was gone. Panic suddenly coursed through him as he tried to no avail to feel the ground's shifting movements. Heart racing he stuck his head out of the door of the small house they were staying at. He balked at the chaos that met him. Everyone was running around, screaming in surprise, fear, and even a few in excitement. Apparently he was not alone in odd happenings, though others seemed a lot more... affected. Some confusedly followed by fire, earth, water, light, and definitely not knowing what to do with it. It didn't take long for the idea of swapped elements to reach his large ears. The gods had switched their blessings? Well if his tremor sense was gone... is this why Kaia had appeared and spoken to him of the arcane? Was he so blessed now? Was it... dream walking? Yes. It had not been a dream that he had spoken with Daisuke. Well, it had, but not his dream. He had been Daisuke's dream. In which the foal had sonic voice. He glanced nervously back at the colt. If he were to awake and this be true Ozzer would never get a restful nights sleep again. This had to be corrected. "Might I join you?" he quickly called out to a group of passersby, who mentioned going to the temples. Shutting the door behind him as quietly as possible he hurried over to the small group. Perhaps he could appeal with Argus to take this blessing back. "I would like to see about having this mess corrected."
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