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Post by posy-punch on Jun 29, 2018 19:06:38 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Talori Plot 605: Sympathize or Sink Team Leader: Jun Participants: Kidd, Samael, Miles, Calypso, Sunil, Zhen, Archer (Flight), Renata (Flight), Othala (Flight) 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: Talori: The Gutters have long been a shady place for deals that want to bypass any authority. Today though it is the meeting point between several like-minded captains and pirates and a couple of horses from the Flight, there to propose a deal. Flight: So much was lost in the Battle of Inaria. Between the helping hands that were killed or taken to Serora, the supplies destroyed, and territory lost, the Flight is desperate. They're not ready to give in, however. To keep fighting the Talori, perhaps it's time to make more allies. You are among several Flock members chosen to represent the Flight at a summit with some leaders among the Rogue Alliance, held in the lawless city known to you only as the Gutters. The Flight's relationship with the Rogues has always been indifferent at best, but perhaps you can appeal to their hatred of the Talori. The enemy of your enemy is your best chance at making a friend. Location: A tavern in the Gutters Time of Day: Afternoon Current Weather: Storming Heavily You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 1, 2018 11:30:02 GMT -6
It was a carefully chosen time when the nightly mist had not entirely subsided on the island, creating an eerie fog - and most importantly, not all that many equines were wandering about unnecessarily. Many things could be said about the Gutters and the deals that went down here, and while no one was supposed to care, it was better the less eyes landed on them. The chosen spot was a small, inconspicuous tavern that saw all sorts of traffic, of that Jun was certain, and her teal gaze settled upon the tavern keeper for a moment before heading to a corner further down the back.
She knew the Flight was no stranger here, and she looked calm, almost serene, moving together with her fellow Flock members. It would have been a lie to say there was no nervous tingle down her spine, waiting for the captains and pirates to arrive. She was sure they would, being an opportunistic bunch after all. A lot was riding on this, and she was quietly determined - their orders had been clear.
She had not demanded the others give her any sort of reign over the mission, but she had been there gently, insistently, coaxing their journey. It surely hadn’t gone unnoticed that the recent escape from Sedo had put her in a better position with their new Primary, and it was leverage she was seemingly oblivious of, yet in truth wielded with icy determination. If she was worried or tired, she didn’t show. She gave her group a small, kind smile, and a tiny nod. Any moment now.
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Post by marinedoq on Jul 1, 2018 15:58:12 GMT -6
S U N I L
rogue alliance
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The Gutters was no pleasant place nor was it where Sunil wanted to go on a stormy afternoon. Yet, he couldn't stay on his ship, no. He'd be sought out, chosen to come meet the Flight. He had to admit he was a bit proud of that, being personally chosen, but he knew the circumstances weren't anything to boast of. Upcoming war, fights potentially bursting out any moment. It did make the otherwise chattery and charming captain uneasy. His relationship with the Talori, the mainland, was fine. He was raised there, so why would he hate it? On the other hand, the sacrifices, the customs... He didn't personally agree with many of them, which was why the Rogue Alliance had been so much more of a home than Talori ever had been.
His thoughts cleared up as he approached the tavern he was told to go to. It looked old, but it had charm in its own way - all taverns and buildings on the Isles did. In the light of the meeting, Sunil had opted for wearing his sword - just in case, should anything happen. His crown felt out of place, but it was almost a trademark and he had chosen to keep it on. Golden teke reached out for the door, opening it. The lighting was dim and the atmosphere unlike the taverns he usually visited. He went inside, scanning the room for anyone familiar. His eyes found some pegasi in the far corner. Had to be them, right?
He approached the pegasi slowly. Long ears back, he looked them in the eyes. "I believe I've at the right place, hmm?" He asked. He wasn't in that much doubt, you didn't usually see a group of pegasi on the Isles. "I'm Sunil, but I'm sure you already know that" Giving them a small nod, he went to stand at the other side of the table. Looking towards the door, he waited for others to arrive. He couldn't be the only one summoned.
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Post by Criminologic on Jul 1, 2018 19:20:14 GMT -6
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Port Lorin, or, as it was more affectionately dubbed, the Gutters. The name rang all too familiar in Kasimir’s ear. Long had it been a filthy bed of sin and corruption- and one of his favorite spots to sow mischief.
This time trouble arrived in the form of a relatively inconspicuous group of pegasi. The captain would’ve dismissed them as common bustle if he hadn’t been tipped off on a meeting between some very seedy people in a local tavern. Right up his alley. Flight recruitments were a raging rumor in that town. In light of recent events, it served as no surprise that they may be looking to add a few new cards to their deck. Only a matter of time before the stallion got a taste of it for himself. This assembly could turn out to be the kind of opportunity he’d been hoping for.
With his coarse, unclean mane lashing against his legs in the rain, Kidd carved his way through the streets until he reached the pub. He brought Zhen along. Though he knew little of the unicorn, his quiet disposition contrasted starkly among the other members of his crew. From the beginning he struck the pirate as intelligent and observant- perhaps he would pick up on anything the older might miss.
“Look alive- or don’t,” chortled the captain over his shoulder to the other. His sword knocked against his flank as he pushed his shoulder through the door to the joint with all the grace of a drunken sailor. No one seemed to care- this was Lorin, after all.
The smell of beer and rotting wood hit his flaring nostrils first. Drops of water fell from the tip of his scabbard and deep red eyes searched around for their mark. There they were in the corner, and it looked like he wasn’t the only fish in the pond. Kidd heard the odd thing or two about Sunil and his dealings, but they never interested him much. He tended to avoid business with other rogues for the same reason he’d avoid doing business with himself.
Nevertheless, curiosity and the prospect of a shiny new venture compelled the captain to make his entrance. He dodged around a couple of people, trusting Zhen was close in tow, and regarded the conclave with a wary set in his brow. An idol of Cascade dangled proudly from his neck and his chest rumbled with a greeting. “This is it, eh?” Kidd breathed, gaze shifting about the unimpressive scene. “The winds are finally changing.”
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 1, 2018 19:48:32 GMT -6
Samael
Rogue Alliance l Captain
"Any damn fool can navigate the world sober.
It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk."
References l Playlist l Moodboard
Sam pulled his cloak tightly around him as he made his way through the Gutter's cobblestone ally ways, the wind and rain working in tandem to make sure the trek was entirely miserable. It was often he came to the island, and as far as Samael was concerned, it would be another long while until he did so again. While the dealings in the Gutters generally went unbothered by the Talori authorities, something about being so close to the mainland made him just a tad uncomfortable. Still he pressed on, glancing over his shoulder every so often to ensure Miles wasn't too far behind. Rather new to the crew, the younger stallion had proven himself to be a reliable, competent, and valuable asset. Sam was glad he chose to join him in meeting the Flight. While the captain had had dealings with the rebel pegasi before, it had been almost a year since he'd last seen hide nor hair of them. That said, the prospect of aiding them once more had been an interesting one, and Samael was at least willing to hear them out. Walking through the tavern door, Samael shook himself off before scanning the room for any sign of the Flight. Recognizing the familiar faces of Sunil and Kidd, he made his way towards where they stood. As he approached the table, he took note of the others seated there. Two were entirely unfamiliar to him, though he could have sworn he recognized the third. Nodding in acknowledgement of the other two captains as he approached, he turned his gaze to Renata.
"Well fancy meeting you here." He said with a chuckle. "Guess you must have missed me to set all this up just to see my face again!" He laughed, sliding in to one of the empty spots at the table.
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Post by leaftail on Jul 1, 2018 20:46:24 GMT -6
 Miles
Rogue
The rain pummeled down on the two stallions as they made their way to the tavern. With the intensity of the storm it almost felt like Miles was being hit by small stones instead of rain. He could barely see the other horse in front of him, but they were almost to the meeting spot. He hadn’t been with Samael and his crew for long, but he had settled in with no problems and was trusted enough to join the captain for this meeting. It wasn’t a large crew, like Miles had been apart of and used to in the past, but for once the blue roan was content with such a small number of equines around him. There was something with having a close-knit group of scallywags that almost made The Bloody Siren feel like home.
Now, Miles had no real idea who or what this Flight was. He had been briefed prior to stepping off the ship with the bare minimum amount of details. They were a rebel group of pegasi, mostly, that were against the mainland’s government because of...what was it...oh the sacrifices and other injustices pegasi had to deal with in the herd. Once again, something Miles never really paid attention to after becoming a pirate. He had only one encounter with a pegasus that held a similar grudge and that was when he was under Kraken. He was never close with the equine to really understand why Kraken had such a hatred for hippocampi, though now he figured it was probably for the same reasons as this Flight group.
Samael had entered the tavern, shaking off the rain and Miles followed in moments after, though obviously more sopping wet as he had no protection against the rain like Samael’s cloak. That wasn’t an issue though. After the door of the shabby establishment closed behind him, Miles called upon his blessing. The water that clung to his fur and mane almost seemed to come off of him like a splash in reverse. He swirled the rain water into a tight circular form, his blue teke giving the ball a slight glow, and looked around. Finding a couple of empty mugs from patrons passed out from one too many drinks, Miles dropped the water into their mugs, now completely dry himself.
His captain had taken a seat at the meeting table, and Miles followed suit, though taking a seat somewhat at a diagonal to Samael. He was here on protection duty, not to make decisions, so he felt no need to sit directly at the table. As Samael greeted everyone, Miles gave a nod of greeting to those he knew and cautious stares to those he didn’t.
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Post by ebbarie on Jul 1, 2018 22:53:41 GMT -6
Othala | Freedom's Flight | Medic
I don't wanna hurt you, it's not my nature. 
The Gutters.
Never had she thought to ever see this place, nor did she wanted to be here. Yet here she was, midst a storm on the Isles of the Dead. So many times had she heard of this place in her youth. Only scum would live on the Isles. The Isles are dangerous. Forbidden.
Well now was the chance to see which parts of the scary stories were actually true - and which hopefully just made up to keep Talori's citizens away from here.
The heavy rain soaked her feathers and coat completely, and soon the mare looked even darker than she actually was. Gladly she followed her fellow Flock members into the seemingly inconspicuous tavern. Thereby she remained closely to Renata. Her former mentor was always a haven of peace to her and right now she could really use someone to calm down her nervousness. The fact that June was here, didn't made things any better. Othala would never forget how unsettling calm the mare had been at her trial, after she willingly murdered that foal.
Despite everything her personal feelings didn't mattered at the moment. This meeting was too important to be distracted. Still she didn't reacted to Jun's smile, and focused her attention on the tavern door instead.
Shortly after another, the captains and pirates arrived, and with each new Rouge that took it's place on the table, her uneasiness only grew. Most of them were Hippocampi. So why should they even care? It was incomprehensibly why they even came to listen to them. Why should anyone risk the wrath of the mainland for the few trades the Flight could offer?
Well there must be something to it, the captains surely weren't interested in wasting their time. The Flight had a chance, they just had to use it.
Othala politely bowed her head to greet every new arrival and eyed them discreetly. She noticed some swords, and the Rouges probably carried more, unseen, weapons. She however, was completely unarmed, as always. Even if she had a dagger or something, she wouldn't know how to defend herself with it anyways.
When one of the Rouges dressed Renata directly, Othala gazed at him interestingly. She didn't knew that Renata had connections to the rouges. Maybe she could ask her later about it. Right now she focused again on being as unobtrusive as possible.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 2, 2018 1:37:36 GMT -6
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Ugh. It was raining... Head tucked, Zhen quietly followed Kidd, ears flattened against his head. He wasn't entirely sure why Kidd had asked him specifically to come with, only knowing it was some sort of meeting or deal... He didn't particularly have anything against the captain, (aside from his horrid bathing habits, behavior, and other things...) but he was not favoring being dragged from his sheltered, dry study into the heavy storm. He was unsure yet of how important this meeting was, though he would keep both his ears and eyes open for anything of use, be it for his own gain, or for Digend's. Gaze lifting to stare at the back of Kidd's head once he was addressed, Zhen fixed him with a deadpan stare before stepping through the door after him--more carefully that was.
Shaking his head to toss his forelock out of his face, Zhen carefully looked around, observing the tavern. Nose wrinkling lightly at the strong stench of alcohol, body odor of intoxicated equines, Zhen sighed softly. The lack of hygiene was one of the few things he lamented about living in the Isles, though, it was home, and he could not think of living anywhere else. Gold flecked gaze, cold and calculating, finally landed on the corner table, a brow raising slightly once he saw who was there. He recognized a few of them from previous events, captains mostly, particularly the ones who had been at the small uproar in front of the Keeper's home... Though there was one he recognized more intimately. Recalling her name, Zhen brought it to the forefront of his mind. Jun.
She, he recognized, from his meetings with the other disciples of Digend. They met in their dreams, as horribly cheesy as the sentiment was, and learned exactly who the other chosen children were, those who were sent to sow chaos and seed change. Keeping his expression passive, Zhen again simply shook his head, reaching up with his teke and trying to wring water from his hair. Ugh... He wasn't the slightest bit presentable for this... Quietly clopping after Kidd, still trying to squeeze the water from his hair, he moved to stand slightly behind and to his side and then he more carefully examined those sitting at the table. Eyes darting to Kidd once he again spoke, Zhen flicked his ears in a halfway disinterested manner. He saw there were equines with Jun that did not look the type to come from the Isles. She had said she was working within the Flight, yes? They must be from there as well. Hm. What good would come of this meeting, between captains from the Isles, and the Flight... He'd watch Jun, listen to what she had to say, she likely wasn't acting without direction from Digend or the Ascendant. ~ ~ ~
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Post by silencethewolf on Jul 2, 2018 3:28:07 GMT -6
Calypso was no stranger to The Gutters; in fact, she occasionally used the port as a means to sell off the various wares she'd 'attained'. However, she didn't intend on doing so today and to her dismay, Cascade had decided to drench the fucking town with rain any way so why bother when everything was going to get wet if you tried. No, she was here for something else. She'd been hearing whispers of the flight from passing rogues on the streets that led her to a specific tavern. She knew about the flight, how they managed to overthrow the mainland over the death of some brat and got their asses beaten by the ones who killed that said brat in the first place. Still, it was funny that even though they'd gotten the shit kicked out of them that they were still alive and kicking. The tavern itself didn't look too shabby, and could probably provide a decent drink or two while she was there as well.
She walked into the tavern, her eyes locking onto a gathering of pegasi and other equines. She kept her head under her hood, with only bits of her silver hair and the tip of her nose showing. Among the group were a few familiar faces: She recognised the captain Samael, the hippocampus Miles and that black and blue unicorn who she didn't know the name of, from a few months back, as well as a few new ones as well. As she made her way over, she heard them exchange polite greetings to each other. Calypso decided to skip the polite sentiments and get straight to business.
"Let's just fucking get this over and done with so we can all go home."
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Post by PrincePompadour on Jul 2, 2018 21:52:40 GMT -6
A R C H E R
Freedom's Flight
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Thin pungent smoke was battered around by heavy rainfall and while it weaved upwards it remained relatively obscured by the thick fog. The pale coat of the Flock member meant he blended right in to the backdrop, the only beacon that stood out was the cherry from the tip of his cigarette. As he trotted across the rickety wood with his colleagues the bloom ashed off and he nearly vanished back into the fog.
The spy wouldn’t have considered himself uncomfortable in such a place. The Gutters were rather familiar, as were their ilk, in his specified line of work. The only thing that made Archer a tinge nervous was the group he traveled with. Nothing too personal of course, that wouldn’t have been an educated call considering his limited involvement with the small party. Instead the unease came from his solo line of work, it had been a good while since his orders were directly linked to teamwork. Archer kept his head down, but senses focused while the horses reached their destination.
The tavern had a stronger smell than anything he smoked, all rot and salt. When they reached their table one of the horse’s tall ears flicked in acknowledgement at the smile Jun offered, though the pleasantry wasn’t returned. They hadn’t waited long before the guests at the end of the invites appeared one after the other. Archer had never met any of them personally, but their reputations were enough for him to at least recognize each unique individual. Their weapons hadn’t gone unnoticed by him either, not that he focused too long on any of them. In his peripherals he focused on his colleagues and their reactions while his teke busied itself with ashing his cigarette.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2018 8:38:53 GMT -6
JUN
Jun didn’t miss the fact that her small gesture was not returned by her comrades, but she definitely looked like she might just as well. Her ears stayed forward, and the glint in her eye never went out. Then, the pirates. Jun could hear their thoughts before she could recognize faces - the interesting chatter of inner dialogues mixing was something she was already rather used to. Just by looking at her, you could have never guessed she was eavesdropping on the whole bunch.
Her gaze stopped at each pirate and captain alike, doing her best to recognize them from her briefing. She looked at Zhen just a heartbeat longer than the others - the harbinger she had definitely met before, just not… in this reality, per say. But there was no nod, no smile, no acknowledgment of the fact on her part either. Her teal gaze glanced at the weapons - her own was neatly tucked under her wing, completely out of sight.
“Thank you for coming”, Jun started with a small nod - her words flowed in an accent the others were unlikely to recognize much further than just somewhat foreign.
“We’ve asked you here to propose a deal. We fight for the pegasi, for the right to be born with wings and not have to fear mutilation and death, to not be considered inferior simply for our breed. While we recognize this might not be an issue for the Rogue Alliance, we do think we could offer each other something worth fighting for”, she paused to gauge her audience, and to grasp at the thought current on her own side.
“We’re willing to hear you out, but what we’d first like to place on the table are trade routes. Say, to Sirith.”
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Post by Criminologic on Jul 3, 2018 10:06:22 GMT -6
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The captain inwardly rolled his eyes at the petty exchanges happening all around him. It’d be nice to have a drink, but considering the hasty remarks of his fellows and the quiet tension in the pegasi, it appeared like no one even wanted to be there. He could taste the mood on his tongue and felt his high hopes drop like a rock in his gut.
Then, finally, someone got the damn thing started. The stallion's eyes of red followed the mare as she rose to speak. However, as soon as her words reached his previously eager ears, they pinned.
Kidd’s upper lip curled, face contorting into a nasty sneer. His body shook with slow-building laughter until it finally surfaced into an audible chuckle. This was the ambitious Flight? These were the monsters, the terrorists he’d been hearing so much about? These were the insurgents, the rebels, the trespassers? These were the ones that would finally put the Talori in their place? This was them putting their best hoof forward to make this deal happen? The mare spoke passionate sentiments, but she was clearly reining herself in and the urge to shake her by the withers crept behind the hippocampus’ disappointed gaze.
Route to Sirith. What did they think the Alliance was? A tight little merchants’ club? It would hardly stand if their movement failed.
“This deal is already uninteresting and you haven’t even given us your terms yet. As it stands, your offer is short-sighted at best,” snorted Kasimir as he scraped a hoof across the paneled floor. “I don’t know how you managed to make revolution, of all things, sound so boring. The Flight has chosen this uninspiring representative- of all people- to talk business to rogues.” He saw no reason to match the other’s level of caution. The captain came to play, and so far he could perceive no loss in walking.
Putting on pressure was the only thing he could do with such base scraps to work with.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 3, 2018 10:32:58 GMT -6
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Zhen looked to more newcomers to the table, silently taking note of their appearance and current weapons, if they had any. He was curious about how this would go, what Jun would want to get out of the Isles captains... Straightening up slightly when Jun began to speak, Zhen let his gaze remain on her, now he would not look out of place for looking at her for longer than a few seconds. Patiently he listened, brows furrowing slightly as she spoke. She was taking her time... Yet, he did not hear anything that interested himself personally as of yet. That meant it was more than likely that the captains were not interested. He as a Harbinger, however, he was immensely interested, already starting to cling to the proposal in preparation for encouraging his own side to take up the offer.
But, Jun did not seem to have gold-lined-words to encourage the captains and gain their interest. He spared a glance at Kidd, judging his captain's expression. Hm. It did not look promising... His own ears twitched back, more in an annoyed manner at the chuckling than anything else. Again, he listened quietly, weighing both Jun's, and Kidd's words. Kidd was likely saying what the other captains in the room thought. He turned back to Jun, fixing her with an intense stare. "You don't seem to be... educated in the 'language' of the Isles." He added quietly, yet firmly. If she brought up coin, treasures, or something else worthwhile to the Isles representatives, she likely would get better interest. Simply mentioning a trade route was nothing fun to them. There was some coin to be made with a trade route, but it could easily turn on them.
No, she needed something more than just words. Some people couldn't appreciate the beauty and elegance of words. The Isles were not cultured, intellectual people, and it showed well. Far too well, if he had to go off of Kidd's reaction. He sighed softly, brushing his teke through his mane to try and somewhat fix it after the drenching of the rain. Hopefully Jun would understand and change tactics. The Isles were home to such a simple people, honestly... ~ ~ ~
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Post by ebbarie on Jul 3, 2018 14:29:05 GMT -6
Othala | Freedom's Flight | Medic
I don't wanna hurt you, it's not my nature.
The mares ears laid flat against her neck by the time many that many of those present had voiced their opinions about June's proposal. What was this here? A competition in which those damn pirates tried to surpass each other with childish insults? She wasn't the teal-feathered mares greatest fan, but they fought for the same course and slowly but surely the pirates behavior enraged her.
"Oh captain's excuse me but I didn't thought that business runs so badly that you came all the way here just to kill some time." Her voice was stern, with a slight sarcastic undertone.
"If you are not interested in change, than leave. This is not a game for us, and it shouldn't be a game to you either." The crown of feathers on her head ruffled up and matched her emotions.
"Some of you trade with Sedo, and Valore. Some even with Onea. How does business runs nowadays? The mainland is at war with two of your main trade partners, and the sand folk will be to busy defending their land to show any interest in your wares. I guess none of you would be here now if you wouldn't expect some benefits from an alliance with the Flock.
Her eyes flickered to the black unicorn and she nodded slightly. "You're right. Many of us aren't educated in the "language of the isles" how you call it. But how much do you exactly know about the mainlanders? Do you know how they think about you and the whole Rouge Alliance? I was raised among them, and I was always told stories about the rouges. Dirty, shady criminals, on which the mainlanders can enrich themselves, but which should also kept far enough away from the main land that no citizen every has to see them. And you know what? So far nothing proved those stories wrong. I only see a bunch of grim and spineless man that came here to prove to themselves that being cowards is the right decision. Sticking to what you know works is always safer, but is it better?
The Rouges have always been an important part to Talori's economy! Your trades are part of the reason for Aquore's wealth. Remind them of your role in their history! Remind them that they need you! Are our situations, Pegasi and Rouges, really so different? We have been mistreated for centuries, and now that you have the change to claim what is rightfully yours, you don't dare to give it a try?
When the other herds think about the Talori herd, what comes to their minds are shady but also fearless and skillful pirates. Thanks to Talori's secrecy the Rouges are the face of a whole nation. But this nation doesn't cares about you. To them you are an annoyance, lower class beings just like me and every other horse adorned with Alyas feathers.
It's your decision if you will fight for you place in this society, and take a chance to gain profit out of this situation, or if you choose the easy way and keep fading into irrelevance"
Her heart was racing as she finished this unexpected speech. She had no idea where it came from but all pent-up feelings from the last months just unleashed
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Post by marinedoq on Jul 3, 2018 15:19:50 GMT -6
S U N I L
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Sunil looked at the teal-feathered pegasus, who seemed to be the leader of their group. He huffed at her offer for Sirithian trade routes. Sure, trading there could be good for business, but he had Eithne and Onea. Why, in the midst of a war, would he go to Sirith? Especially when it's the enemy of his trading partners? He looked to Kidd, as he laughed at their offer. He couldn't help but agree with his words. There had to be more to it than this, and they hadn't even told their terms yet nor what outcome they wanted from this (or the alliance itself). Sunil looked to the grey and black coloured pegasus in surprise. He hadn't expected this meeting to go calmly, it was a rather grim topic after all. But to burst out in anger, because they rejected their first offer? Sunil glanced at the other captains when she was done.
"I know of the pegasi sacrifices, I'm sure most of us are well aware. However, many of us don't care for their traditions, we've been rogues for too long. I grew up on the mainland myself, and I know how serious this could be to you - but a trade route to Sirith? Come on!" He paused to look the pegasus in the eyes, before glancing at the rest of the group. "You know what and who we are. You know we need more of a reason to join your cause. Killing the Talorian leader, did you really think that would help? Angering a whole nation?"
Pausing again, he snorted. "If you want our help, you better give us your terms first. What exactly do you expect us to do? How do you want this alliance to end?" He asked truthfully, because his choice would depend on what they wanted and what they offered. He already needed to think about the mainland, Eithne and Onea, what would happen if he chose Sirith and the Flight over everything else? He rose his head, waiting for someone else to speak up - whether it be the Flight to defend themselves or one of the rogues to present their own thoughts.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 4, 2018 2:45:36 GMT -6
Samael
Rogue Alliance l Captain
"Any damn fool can navigate the world sober.
It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk."
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As everyone got settled, Sam ordered a pint, winking at the horse who brought it to him. He quietly nursed his drink as the brilliant blue pegasus began speaking. They started with an introduction of sorts, stating thier own cause and what they were fighting for. Samael was familiar with their struggle, but ultimately was rather apathetic to it all. Still, he listened as she continued, only to wrap up with what seemed like an odd statement: “We’re willing to hear you out, but what we’d first like to place on the table are trade routes. Say, to Sirith."
The captain raised an eyebrow, shifting his gaze to the other rogues in attendance as he took another sip of his beer. He was unsurprised when Kidd was among the first to speak, mirroring many of his feelings. He was about to chime in when the other pegasus spoke up, droning on and on about... something. He had half tuned her out once she started making assumptions about things she obviously knew nothing about. He yawned as he rather impassioned speech came to a close, listening intently as Sunil added his own thoughts on the matter. While it was true that trade with Eithne had been...difficult as of late, He failed to see how a single trade route with Sirith would magically make all their problems disappear. He imagined they were holding out, as that's something he was prone to doing as well, but he had to wonder what exactly they were holding out for. Setting down his mug, Sam shifted his gaze from his fellow captains to the flight members before him, resting on each of them in turn. "Here's how I see it, loves. You need us far more than we need you, at least that's how it sounds at the moment. You offer the promise of trade routes in Sirith, but wheres your proof? Your connections?" He paused, leaning in slightly. "As rogues, we've traversed almost the whole of Hireath. But you? You've barely left the borders of the nation you call yours. I find it hard to belie that you, of all people, would have the ability to arrange trade routes with a foreign power. It's going to take a lot more than a few empty promises to secure help from any of us, I guarantee it. Especially if you're asking what I think you're asking. High risk and low reward has never been the way to gain an ally, rogue or not." He took a sip of his beer, savoring it for a moment before focusing his attention on the crested mare. "Everyone is selfish, mate. We're just more honest about it than most."
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Post by leaftail on Jul 4, 2018 8:22:55 GMT -6
Miles
Rogue
It only took a few more moments for the table to fill with the participants of the meeting, with the feisty Calypso being the last to arrive. As expected, she brought to the table her loud personality. Miles couldn’t help but smirk at her impatience, as every encounter he had with the mare was similar. If she wasn’t trying to pick your pockets, she was causing trouble. She was going to give the feathered newcomers a run for their coins, so to say.
His blue eyes traveled over to Kidd and Zhen, more familiar with the latter, then to the crowned Sunil. Odd choice to be wearing such an adornment, but Miles knew not to judge by looks. For all he could figure, Sunil was a captain to not be reckoned with, regardless of his dressing style. He was also the only captain who didn’t bring someone along from his own crew, an interesting choice to say the least. Maybe he didn’t need the back-up just in case something went array with the meeting (which Miles expected to happen).
The meeting started shortly after Calypso addressed the group, giving Miles time to look over the Flight attendees. Archer caught his eye first, due to being the only wingless member of the Flight. He shouldn’t have been surprised that other walks of equine life would join such a cause, but it had him taken aback for just a second. His gaze moved to Jun as she started addressing the group. She seemed to be the one in charge as she was the first to speak. She wanted something from them, first in exchange for a trade route to Sirith. Miles glanced to Samael, looking for some facial reaction to the request. As far as he knew, they didn’t deal with the underground nation.
The captain Kidd was the first of the pirates to voice his opinions, and he seemed to not like the deal, followed by Zhen taking a shot at the Flight’s nativity of how business in the Isles ran. A trade route only meant so much to them and was a long-term investment, plus with the war between the major players in the world, where did the nation of mole equines stand? Why offer such a thing?
The younger grey pegasus was next to speak, clearly insulted by Kidd and Zhen’s words. If she was thinking that these talks would go smoothly, she was misinformed. Though she spoke with passion, Miles couldn’t help but let out a small yawn. She was trying to play on their pride and image, something most pirates didn’t care about till it came to more personal affairs. As far as he knew, who cared what the mainland thought of them. He would rather the mainland see them as rag-tag villains if it meant little involvement. She clearly didn’t understand the freedom they had here.
“A nation that is literally underground doesn’t sound like the ideal trading partner. Too much work involved,” he started, bringing up his earlier thoughts, and speaking shortly after his captain finished, staring each of the Flight down. “We’ve already had this discussion in the past about who we want to do business with. It literally happened months ago. You’re a little late to the party.”
Leaning back, he turned his gaze to Jun. “If you have something better, you might as well put it on the table now instead of wasting the captain’s precious time with nonsense.”
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Post by silencethewolf on Jul 4, 2018 9:09:28 GMT -6
The mare couldn't help but hold back a snicker at the pegasus' proposition. Trade routes, to Sirith? What kind of dumb shit was this? Calypso wasn't one of those fancy rogues with fancy crew mates and a fancy ass ship, what the hell was she going to get out of this? As a crewless pirate, she was better off just stealing shit as she was at that moment than bargaining for something that she couldn't even fucking do in the first place. Even if she did have a fancy crew and ship, the trade deals wouldn't even interest her in the slightest, as there were probably better places (like aodh for instance) with better crap than whatever the hell the cave people or vagabonds had. Around her, she heard similar remarks from the gathered rogues and a grin grew on her face. Damn right the flight weren't versed in their language if they probably spent their whole day plotting to kill people.
She heard the other pegasus put on this whole speech and it wanted her to just somehow make her stop. "Who the fuck asked for your opinion sunshine?" She blurted out at the grey pegasus. Calypso's eyes narrowed to meet hers and her lips curled back and half-snarled. "Look who's the one to fucking talk, you speak of us so lowly when you couldn't even overthrow the fucking mainland properly. Sure, you killed some people but now everyone just hates you more for it. Everyone still thinks you're a bunch of murder crazy pegasi out to destroy everyone who's not in your little club. What has really 'changed' about the way they see you?"
She didn't bother to comment on the 'mainland' parts of the speech. The last allegiance she held to it died when she was born anyway, so they might as well go suck it for all she cared. Calypso turned to face Jun, and in an almost demanding tone spoke.
"Trade routes my ass, bitch we want gold."
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Post by PrincePompadour on Jul 5, 2018 14:59:10 GMT -6
A R C H E R
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Archer’s bright eyes carefully gazed from individual to individual as they spoke. His tall ears twitched with each comeback, though his facial expression hadn’t changed from something disinclined. The overarching tone in the corner they all occupied grew heated quickly. The kneejerk into bickering came as no surprise to Archer, from the point of view of the rouges it seemed like nothing concrete was being offered. There were no peace offerings, no gifts as it were, no favor gaining motives.
It wasn’t much, but he could at least try to calm things down. The horse bowed his head to Jun subtly and trotted off for the moment while the discussion continued. His ears pivoted and kept locked on what was being said, but he knew he wouldn’t have gotten a word in edgewise had he continued to sit at the table. He hadn’t gone out of sight from the three others he walked in with, Archer merely lingered at the counter after muttering something to the barkeep.
While he waited he finally spat out his spent cigarette and drilled it into a crude ashtray made from a broken pint glass. Things seemed worse than they were. He mused that they all must have been aware how hard of a sell it would have been, had it been easy it wouldn’t have required much of an entourage to back it up. “Thanks, mate.” He nodded to the horse behind the counter and made his way back over to the table with a tray. Atop the tray was a careful stack of shot glasses and an antiquated looking bottle with something satisfying sloshing around inside.
“Things will change, they always do.” Archer spoke as he relocated to his spot and started to set out the glasses, one for everyone present. In case some weren’t drinkers he was sure another member would gladly slog it down in their place. He popped the cork form the bottle and going down the row he filled them. “Besides…who said the promises were empty? You’ve come to assume an awful lot before we’ve even gotten into the meat of the matter.” While his words came off as sardonic he did crack a smile to show no harm. “But for now, a drink.” And hopefully some peace of mind.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2018 13:00:41 GMT -6
JUN
Jun didn’t look shaken by Kidd’s words, instead she looked at him perfectly calmly - as if you were punching the surface of the water, only not creating any ripples at all. Many thoughts grew louder, and her blessings grasped them - it was a cacophony Jun would have liked to enjoy, but this was not the time to indulge. She simply nodded to Kidd, and then turned her gaze to steadily meet Zhen’s. She tilted her head slightly, and nodded again, picking more on the thoughts than the actual words said out loud.
She remained silent at Othala’s outburst, and waited for the others to get their thoughts out too. She regarded Sunil, Samael and Miles with equally steady gazes. There was a nod towards Archer, and once the shots were dealt out, looked at the gathered bunch once more.
“We want to drive Talori’s harmful traditions down, and the deal is rather simple. We want you to shift your alliances, to not deal with the mainland, to not support their government. To grasp for true independence. We’re not at an open war at the moment, but Talori is currently still grasping to rebuild, and we want to keep them weak”, she started, stating their goal more clearly now.
“I hear the trade in Hireath is not doing very well at the moment. Sirith could offer you not only new riches, but something steady should the waters… prove troublesome. The trade route in question utilizes the barrier mountains, and the Flight is prepared to help in keeping your revenue going to at least match what the Talori offers. You might know the waters, but it is a time of change, and the air is ours. Could be yours, too.
Here is the catch; the Talori goods will be blocked in, and as long as you aren’t supporting their government directly, you could have the cutting edge of getting your business through to your clients. Why waste the resources in fighting us, when you could have it all?” she told them, the intent of it looming in her words. It was time to sympathize or sink.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 7, 2018 9:14:39 GMT -6
Renata | The flock (Apothecary)
Renata had not been eager to deal with rogues again. They were particulary rude to discuss things with and seemingly never were interested in anything but enriching themselves. Still they were at this point most likely the ones closest to them in situation. Serora had proven to be an unlikely enemy and with their numbers down, they needed to take what they could get. She was glad Othala had come along for this trip, enjoying having a friendly face around. She still hadn’t quite forgiven Jun for her actions, but with her returning from Sedo while so many of their family had abandoned them, it was hard to truely dislike those left. The loyal.
The tavern was not of her taste, but it would do. She wondered how Antiope wanted to proceed with this alliance. Rena had been distracted lately, mourning the loss of her family, agonizing at seeing it fall apart. She wasn’t too sure what they were doing anymore, but she had chosen to stay.
To claims the Talorians had given in, had put a stop to sacrifices, made them equals. Yet her son had been captured like a criminal, only returned to her thanks to (to her) Antiope. And they themselves not allowed to to step foot in a country that was not theirs. It wasn’t right. Bitterness had seeped into her heart at Theseus’ capture, venom that bled out further after the devastation Perseus’ departure.
They were alike, both parties kept from a country that should be theirs as well.
As the rogues trickled in it soon became clear they were not interested in more true of causes however, greedy as even and wanting gold. Trading routes were shoved aside. How did they settle trading routes with Sirith again? She wasn’t sure.
She pursed her lips and disregarded one of the captain’s remarks in her direction, deeming it too indecent to react to. Her voice was bussineslike and to the point as she tossed in her own two shards. “How many of you are seen as criminals by the Talorians? How much trouble is it dealing with them? How many would see you behind bars? I lived there once, you are scum to them. Were so ever since someone decided you weren’t allowed on the mainland.”
She cocked her head as if to examine them and continued equally cold. “Perhaps they bought you self-respect as well? Your sense of bravery since you cower at the thought of them? Jun makes a sensible offer and you directly turn it down after all.”
She hummed as Jun spoke again. “The mainland doesn’t seem to offer much in terms of help themselves. How many valuables are they keeping out from you under noses, hmm? You call our promises empty but did you ever get promises from them at all? We’ve already proven we go through with what we say.”
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Post by Criminologic on Jul 7, 2018 10:27:05 GMT -6
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Tempers flared and Kidd began to feel like he’d been put into a playpen of children with the way negotiations were going. Too much too quickly. The frustration that came with his voice being drowned out crawled up his spine like a familiar itch. This was exactly why he preferred making deals in private with as few people in the room as possible.
Othala’s outburst would’ve made him laugh until he cried if he didn’t care about this meeting. As much as he tried to detach, the captain found himself enamored by the prospect of making war on the mainland. For the longest time that dream seemed so ridiculous and far away. Coin tied him down- tied all of them down. It was the great heavy chain by which he and his comrades on the Isles were all fettered. Even though he resented the emotional approach the mare took, he couldn’t help but to see a reason to go through with this shining from underneath.
More voices chimed in, more nonsense. The chatter started to get under Kasimir’s skin. He tore at the flesh inside his mouth with his teeth and ground his jaw at the other rogues. Don’t let this go over your heads. At long last, a fellow who read his mind returned with a round of drinks to diffuse the situation. He wouldn’t allow all these wild sentiments screw this up for him. The eagerness that left the captain returned with the fire of vengeance.
Then the blue pegasus spoke again. Her words resonated deep within him. The little nugget about independence made his mouth water. He tasted blood from his biting and wondered if the blood of the Talori would settle just as sweetly on his tongue. Kidd glanced up and through a nearby window. Maybe the rains were not just a coincidence. Maybe this was Cascade telling him, pushing him to take his stand. The sisters did not fight in the heavens that day- their clamor was a will. They were crying out to their children, to him.
The calm in Jun’s eyes so contrasted the raging storm outside, like she, too, found comfort and stability in her beliefs. What she said came from a place far deeper than the petulant, shallow outbursts happening around them. There was something about her. Something unseen. In mere moments everything changed for Kasimir.
The stallion glanced over his shoulder to Zhen as if to warn of the long overdue words about to spill from him. Just as he inhaled to speak again, another flight member piped up, repeating the same talking points that both made sense and boiled his prideful blood at the same time. “Don’t mistake our caution for cowardice. Many of us here came at great personal risk- and risk to our comrades,” he sourly rebuked.
“But it has been too long since the people of the Isles risked anything for a cause,” Kasimir’s gaze turned to the captains gathered. They all, deep down, must want this. They must all see the truth underlying these insults. “The Alliance has atrophied into this disorganized rabble you came to see here today- we’ve grown fat on the false generosity of the Talori. Some of us may want for nothing more than gold, but any sane person at this table values true freedom over any comfort. Our whole lives have been lived in hardship, sacrificing the latter for the former. If these be the rogues I grew up with, that isn’t about to change,” for the first time in what felt like ages, Kidd voiced what was in his heart. His head rose to the challenging stares pointed at him. “If the Flight will look on us as an ally and not a slave dog on a leash as the mainland does, then the Madumuerta is prepared to turn her cannons on the hand that thinks it feeds her.”
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 8, 2018 13:30:53 GMT -6
Samael
Rogue Alliance l Captain
"Any damn fool can navigate the world sober.
It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk."
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Samael raised an eyebrow, listening as the terms of the deal unfolded. An attempt to embargo the mainland was risky, and it would definitely affect the alliance, whether they aided the Flight or not. Taking another sip of his drink he glanced at Renata as she spoke. The assumptions and insults that flew from he lips were almost funny, but he waited for her to finish her piece none the less, stifling a laugh as she did. His attention turned to Kidd as the captain responded, nodding his head in agreement with much of what was said before opening his own mouth to speak. "No body directly turned anything down, love. But we'd be idiots if we didn't want to know the terms of any deal we're gettin involved in. In my experience, there tends to be a lot of fine print and things that go unsaid initially, leading to issues later on, so I'd rather have everything on the table before I go signing my name, ship and crew to anything. That said, I'm not entirely opposed to a deal, I just need the details first. And proof that you actually have what you're offering." He paused to take another sip of his drink, sighing slightly before continuing. "I believe you'll follow through with what you say, I've seen it first hoof. That doesn't change the fact that I'd like some solid proof of what you're offering before I agree to it. A trade agreement with Sirith will only go so far, especially if we have little to trade ourselves after being cut off from the mainland entirely and so many of us are expected to share it. You threaten our livelihood and act as if you are handing us the whole world. And while Kidd is right to assume I value my freedom over gold, but this deal leaves much to be desired in that regard. I don't like threats, and this feels very join us or die. Not that I blame you, it's a fair enough tactic, especially in times of strife, but that doesn't change how loaded this all seems. Forgive me if I'm not keen on the idea of trading a long leash for a much shorter one. Prove to me that's not what it is, and I'll be much more inclined to aid you." His gaze shifted to each equine at the table in turn before resting on the blue feathered pegasus.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 9, 2018 1:16:31 GMT -6
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Staring at the grey pegasus when she began to rant, Zhen simply raised a brow, watching her with a bored, disinterested look. Now, there was no need for such... Attitude. Her words brought a small smile onto his face. Grim and spineless men? How little did she know? A small noise of amusement left his throat, more to attempt and apply a slight bit of embarrassment or discomfort to the grey pegasus. Did she think they weren't aware of any of this already? That they weren't trying already? Of course he would love to have the history of the Isles reclaimed and brought to the light, but she was so ignorant that she was falling to insulting and trying to guilt trip them.
Gaze flicking to Sunil, he slowly nodded. The terms would be preferable. Were they audible or written down, either would suit... Granted the Rogues tended to be... Less than literate. The smile remained on his face the longer he listened to the Rogues, listened to HIS people speak. Dirty, shady criminals? Why, in his opinion, his own kind were being more articulate and disciplined than Jun's comrades... Until one of the Rogues spoke out in a particularly brutish manner. Rolling his eyes, Zhen's gaze settled on the grey mare who started cussing quite profusely. Ugh. Things were going so well...
Ears twitching, Zhen turned his head to look at the new Pegasi speaking, bearing with him cups and a bottle. Hm. Looking down at the glass in front of him, Zhen's nose wrinkled slightly. He would rather not drink while in a meeting... He'd rather stay sober and keep his memory. Quietly sliding the shot glass over to Kidd, Zhen sighed softly, brushing his teke through his hair. Then Jun spoke. His ears pricked, and his attention was caught once more, fiercely focused on the other Harbinger. Now she was speaking in something he was interested in...
This was what he wanted. He wanted the Rogues to break the chains tying them to the mainland, to reclaim their proud history. He, of course, was interested in the offer now that more information had been placed on the table. There was a hidden threat in Jun's tone, it was something he halfway expected. Give and take, one good exit, one bad exit. It was up to the Rogues now to see if they would choose the right path... He'd help guide them, if it appeared to be necessary.
Noticing the glance from Kidd, Zhen raised a brow in response and watched his captain with a light interest. Would he show some decency for once? As Kidd spoke, Zhen's mouth curled into a wider grin. Yes. Yes. Finally. Someone was thinking right for once. "Well said, Captain," he murmured quietly to Kidd, gaze immediately moving to study the reactions of the others at the table. Kidd seemed to be on board already. Perfect. That was one... Samael seemed to be thinking of the logistics, of the fine print. But he seemed curious, if not mildly interested. Good. "Were hard terms laid down, perhaps in ink and paper instead of mere words, as they can be easily twisted or misinterpreted, there would be more comfort among us." He added onto Samael's words. ~ ~ ~
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Post by silencethewolf on Jul 9, 2018 10:55:04 GMT -6
Her eyes wandered towards the smoking flight member, who'd spat out their cigarette and was making their way over towards counter. She viewed them with caution before seeing that they'd only gone to get drinks, to Calypso's interest. She reached out with her teke and slid a glass closer as soon as it was filled, taking tentative sips. It was about time that someone here finally did something about drinks, they were at a tavern for the gods' sake. The alcohol itself didn't taste all that bad either so that was a plus for her. It didn't take her long before she'd ended up skulling down her drink, placing the empty shot glass back out in front of her. Funny how one of the only decently acting flight members had also been the one that wasn't a pegasus. But, that wasn't any of her business.
She switched her attention back to that silver pegasus, who'd started to discuss the deal further. Most parts were somewhat appealing, with bits and pieces of their own agenda added in there. However, as she went on to further discuss the details on what would happen if they refused, she became more or less skeptical about this whole ordeal. The first part was fine, if not a dull extension of what they'd been saying the whole meeting. The final part was what stood out to her. Talori goods will be blocked in, what the shit was that supposed to mean? She looked towards the other captains and rogues around her with a gaze of uncertainty. Was this meant to be some sort of threat, what the fuck were those rats planning?
A strange to say the least flight member drivelled on again about 'criminals' and 'rogues' like the others had before, but Calypso didn't pay this one much mind and instead audibly scoffed at their remarks. She wouldn't waste energy on this one. Calypso looked to Kidd and on what he had to say. He voiced key points on what the rogues truly wanted, and in a way they were true. Although gold and treasure were things that she prized, she'd rather die than not be able to live a life where she could do whatever the hell she wanted. Although his speech was alright, it didn't address the consequences alluded to in the deal.
She heard Samael speak, and it was likely that most of the other rogues shared a similar opinion. "True, even if we value our freedom more than money and gold, we sure as hell also value not being threatened or forced into making deals that we don't know the full extent of." She turned to Zhen and his advice, perhaps that would be better. Even though she wouldn't have been able to read it herself, some other sod could've. She turned back to the flight, a predicament that she wanted to ask them about herself. "Yes, while I personally would agree on this if you took the time to write these things down, there is another matter. How can we tell you aren't lying and that you'll deliver?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 20:56:24 GMT -6
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Jun regarded Kidd, pleased that she was getting through to someone. It seemed like the captain understood the point, as she had expected he would.
“Yes. We are looking for allies, not servants. Someone to turn the tide with us, not for us”, she said steadily meeting Kidd’s eyes.
Her attention then turned to Samael, calmly listening to his words. Maybe there was a glint of amusement in her teal eyes, but it was gone before anyone could assess it further in the dim light of the tavern. She nodded to him, and then to Zhen. She did not expect all of the rogues to be literate, but surely they could pick someone who they would choose to trust. She would not have minded if her fellow Harbinger had been the only one with such abilities, but apparently not.
Lastly, her gaze ended up on Calypso. The telepathy picked up the questions on her mind easily, like plucking petals from a flower. She understood in a cold, logical way that had nothing to do with true empathy.
“You ask for proof, and what kind of negotiator would I be if I didn’t come with any? How many of you can read? I have some documents, stating trade agreements in Sirith. I also have a map, but that will not be free for all. You can choose one among you to verify it - that memory will not be yours to keep unless we have an agreement”, she spoke, and nodded to Othala solemnly.
“Like I said, the trade is not terribly complicated. You will cut ties to Talorian government, that is our main demand. We will welcome other support to our side, should there be any willing, but we will not hold it against you if you are not able to fight with us. And information, of course - one can never have too much. That is it.
We understand things like that do not come free, and you will be compensated. You will be free - we have no interest in keeping you on a leash. Quite the contrary - your reach is an asset, if we work together. I can write it all down if we come to an agreement, ink and paper. And yes, sadly, the situation is dire. If you choose to side with Talori, we will be making your life difficult alike.
So, will we look at some papers?”
She took a bunch of papers from a saddlebag under her wing, holding them out and clearly expecting to know who would be the one looking at them.
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Post by marinedoq on Jul 16, 2018 17:55:51 GMT -6
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Sunil listened in silence as the conversation kept going around him. It seemed he wasn't the only one being a skeptic about the deal, wanting more details and more knowledge on exactly what was going on. It made him feel a bit more comfortable. Truth to be told, he hated this deal already. Or, well, not hated, but he wasn't fond of it. To him, this seemed like a threat rather than a plea for help, asking for an alliance. Sure, he'd love to hear others plead for his help, but this wasn't... exactly what he thought would go down.
He took a moment to think back on what had been said and done so far: they'd have to cut all ties to the Mainland, supporting the Flight instead. Captain Kidd had expressed his support almost right away, simply because.. he could get gold? There was probably some more behind it, but he didn't know what.
One of the flight members returned with some shots. He reached out for it with his teke, as one was placed in front of him. He wouldn't get drunk by this, that he knew. It did help him feel a little more comfortable though, less nervous about what this deal would mean. He looked to Samael and Zhen, nodding in agreement with them. Not only would it make it more real, it'd help them know exactly what was going to happen. As Calypso burst out in (yet another) slightly aggressive tone, Sunil huffed. She was right, but she was also more direct than he had expected from anyone in this meeting.
Raising his head, the hippocampus looked straight into the leader's eyes, he spoke to her.
"I can cut ties to the Mainland, simply because it means survival. At least, that's what I hear it means. However, I cannot support your cause. I won't go into why, it wouldn't matter much anyway. I'm only doing this to prevent a downfall because of all of this." He paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes. "I'd like to take a look at those documents anyways. No matter what I had decided, had it been now or later, I suspect there is more to know. Maybe some more pros and cons, that we haven't thought about or wanted to know yet." He sent the pegasus a smirk, looking away for a moment. "One thing needs to be asked though. We know what you want us to do, but what are you planning? "
Sunil didn't expect any detailed answer, he'd understand why. He just didn't understand their true goal- at least not how they'd achieve it.They wanted to... change a whole herd's mindset, by fighting and starving them..? It seemed like a foolish plan, but he wasn't going to be caught in the crossfire, so he'd cut the Mainland off until this was all over and he figured out what to do after the war.
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Post by leaftail on Jul 16, 2018 20:06:04 GMT -6
Miles
Rogue
Miles had, at first, decided to take a seat back while the captains talked business with the Flight members. It wasn’t up to him to make any final choices, he wasn’t a captain. He once again returned to watching the members, his eyes suddenly traveling to Archer as the horse left the table. Miles was suspicious of him, wondering where he was off to, but his cautiousness dropped when Archer returned, with a tray of shots. To calm the nerves, he guessed. Blue teke reached for the shot next to Samael’s, he assumed it was for him even if he wasn’t directly at the table, and gulped it down. He’d probably only have the one, not wanting the alcohol to hinder him in any way. He placed the glass top down just as Jun started to speak once more.
Their goal was to hit the mainland in exports and imports. Stall the wealth and supplies, and let the country turn into chaos from the inside. To have access in and out of the country was an offer only stupid captains would refuse. With the world at war, not many were willing to do business with them as the big names were too preoccupied with winning than wanting to deal with some lowly pirates. To have a player not in the game, regardless of how troublesome it still seemed to Miles, was better than not having an income.
Miles looked to Renata as she spoke, before rolling his eyes. She was just like the other mare, trying to pick at them and their pride instead of trying to convince them. He kept his mouth shut this time. It seemed like the captains had it under control. He didn’t need one wrong comment to set something off.
He continued to stay quiet while the captains and Calypso asked for something like a...what was the word, a contract. Jun was more than happy to oblige, first asking if any of them could read. She took the agreements from her saddlebag and held them out waiting for one of them to take them. Miles wasn’t going to be the one to take them or the map, he wasn’t that confident in his reading abilities regardless of the small education he got at the orphanage. Instead, he looked to his captain, inching a little closer to talk personally with him.
“Captain, if I may…” he started, trailing off to look at the others before focusing back on Samael.
He had barely seen the kind of trade Samael partook in, since the war started before he joined the crew and business was failing since then, but the slave trade wasn’t new to him. His time with Kraken made him experienced with it. It was just another form of indentured servitude, though with no way to get out of it. He had lost any sympathy for the souls who were sold, there was no point at the end of the day. It was eat or be eaten in this world and so far Miles was eating.
“We really have no other choice but to take their offer. Who knows when the war will end, and I doubt those in Eithne will need slave imports if they win. They’ll have their pickings from the losers, won’t they? If the sand horses lose, there goes any trading with them...if you were so desperate.” Miles paused, adjusting his position to keep his words between him and Samael as best as he could. “If the Flight cuts off all trade in and out, and we don’t side with them, how will any business get done, even in the Isles? As annoying as it sounds, we might have to take the trade route they are offering. Dealing with just any random vagabond, if we get the chance, won’t cut it.”
Leaning back, Miles gave his captain a nod. “It’s your decision in the end, excuse me for speaking out of place.”
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 17, 2018 13:54:02 GMT -6
Samael
Rogue Alliance l Captain
"Any damn fool can navigate the world sober.
It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk."
References l Playlist l Moodboard
"Were hard terms laid down, perhaps in ink and paper instead of mere words, as they can be easily twisted or misinterpreted, there would be more comfort among us." Samael nodded in agreement as the unicorn called Zhen spoke again. He might not have been the most literate, but he could read enough to get by usually, and if he had any questions, he was quite sure another rogue would have the answer. "True, even if we value our freedom more than money and gold, we sure as hell also value not being threatened or forced into making deals that we don't know the full extent of. Yes, while I personally would agree on this if you took the time to write these things down, there is another matter. How can we tell you aren't lying and that you'll deliver?"
Sam couldn't hold back a laugh as Calypso blurted out her thoughts yet again. She was a spitfire, that one, and though Sam had worked with her before, she never failed to amuse. That said, it was good to see her reflecting many of the same sentiments as the rest of those gathered. He listened intently as the smaller of the two pegasi responded, laying down more of the Flight's terms and offering proof. Sam took another swig from the mug in front of him, taking in each of the pegasi's words in turn. He wasn't about to look at this deal lightly, and with the added layer of threat spread over it all, Sam was seriously considering taking the deal. He continued mulling it over Sunil spoke, understanding the other Captain's desire to stay out of it all, and considering the fact that his counterpart didn't have much stock in trade, it was a realistic sentiment for him. That said, Sam and his crew's entire livelihood depended heavily on trade, and if that was being threatened, he would do whatever it took to maintain their survival. It was in that moment that Miles spoke, and while new to the crew, Sam had come to value the hippocampus's opinion greatly. He was clever, with a good head on his shoulders, and hearing him speak on the matter solidified his own thoughts. "No harm done, Miles. I appreciate your input." Sam muttered, staring into his mug for a moment as he collected the rest of his thoughts before opening addressing the flight once more. "Well love, once someone has verified the validity of these documents, so long as they prove legitimate, you can count myself, my crew, and my ship among your allies." Sam spoke slowly, nodding slightly as he finished his statement. "Difficult times call for difficult measures, and though this arrangement isn't ideal, it is far better than the alternative." He glanced at each of the faces around the table, taking in the expressions of those around him. "On that note, is anyone among us able to verify these documents? I can read well enough to get by, but that's about it, probably not well enough to know whether these are valid or not." He chuckled softly as he reached for his mug once more.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 18, 2018 1:59:06 GMT -6
Renata | The flock (Apothecary)
Renata kept quiet after her initial remarks, not feeling much for mixing herself in with these lot. It seemed like her bitter words were right and that they indeed did only care for gold and could be bought with as much. She felt herself grow more hostile, the more these rogues spoke and she had no doubts it showed in her posture. She had always been an emotional sponge and the tension and unease in the room felt much more palable to her than what it probably was. She attempted to keep her face schooled and kept her lips carefully sealed. Jun seemed to keep cold and though she didn’t appreciate the other’s cold demeanor in general, she could appreciate it now.
More sensible words were spoken, requests for details and proved and written agreements. Renata couldn’t read nor write, never had learned it. She was suprised the rogues could. She couldn’t even blame their education for their awful behavior then. Her eyes snapped towards the white rogue with the shell crown and she beared her teeth at him when he said that he could not support their cause, but that he wouldn’t go in detail. Pegasus hater crossed her mind immediatly and her wings raised and tail flicked, unconsiously making herself look bigger. They didn’t need more allies who would abandon them in a second. Deep anger and protectiveness surged up in her. Before she could snap something malicious however, she found her control over her newly aqcuired form slipping and her back legs disappeared to make room for a back fin. Not again.
She internally cursed Cascade for a hot second before also apologizing again. She cursed Cualli for leaving so soon, the only one who could have helped her with this stuff, she cursed the white rogue for provoking her temper and she cursed herself for loosing her cool. She flapped her wings for a moment to keep balance, quickly working on getting her land form back. A hot blush spread on her face as she looked at her fellow flight members in apology. Great. Just what she needed. Her body trembeled in the effort to keep herself from shifting again. Everything seemed to go wrong lately. Why couldn’t something go, right for a change? She wondered what she had done in her previous lives to deserve this.
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