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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 1, 2018 1:49:32 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to War-Forged Plot 606: Crumble Team Leader: Edmond Participants: Goss, Nivinara, Ritan, Siglavy, Fijalahr, Irileth, Credence, Nathaniel, Gianna 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: Though the war against Serora has meant the absence of many of the Forged's Raiders, Scouts and Medics, the day to day life of the average equine remains relatively unchanged. Skeldr Town bustles along as usual, with merchants selling their wares and equines generally going about their day... until something shifts, in the mountain beneath their hooves. It is subtle, easily missed by those not sensitive to or blessed by Kaia's earth, but it draws you out from the shops, eyes cast uneasily at your neighbors. Was it real, or just a trick of your imagination? Location: Skeldr Town Time of Day: Morning Current Weather: Cool, cloudy You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jul 1, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -6
 Skeldr Town was always homey, always bustling with activity from local merchants and travelers alike. It was one of the things that Edmond enjoyed about living so far north. Sure, the harsh accents were a bit hard to understand at times (though he had most certainly grown accustomed to it over the years), and sure, sometimes things didn't go as expected in the small town, but it had a familiarity to it that made the older stallion relax.
It was nice being able to enjoy the town for what it was occasionally. There was no business that needed to be taken care of, no urgent matter to attend to, though there was always the constant concern for his children and the shenanigans they were getting up to, but it wasn't pressing. Today would be a day that he could just talk with the people and catch up on the things he had missed out during his trip down south during his father’s birthday. Though, he had managed to catch up with a few horses when Adair’s marriage had gone through.
The young lad was so grown up now, nearly ready to leave the home and start his own family with a wife of his own. It was hard for Edmond to think the boy wouldn’t be around to help at the house for much longer, but it was time. Adair was already doing well in his position, which meant that hopefully, in the future, he could manage to snag a spot on the Circle.
The stallion had moved to peruse some goods at a nearby shop when the world suddenly didn’t feel… right. There had been a shift, ever so slightly, in the ground beneath his feet. Slowly, he glanced down, a frown appearing on his features before he turned to look around. Skeldr was nothing like the low mountains of the south that he had grown up in. The world didn’t move from logging or mining or any other trade that was used against the mountains, and none of the horses nearby that he could see had earth manipulation.
Maybe it was a trick of the mind, but something seemed wrong. He glanced over at the old unicorn standing near the shop door, taking note that he too, was looking just as uneasy.
The stone circle member shifted, rolling his shoulders slightly as he pushed his way out into the streets. Maybe it would be wise to see who else was in town, and figure out if somebody was just trying to move something with their earth manipulation.
As he walked out into the open air, he couldn’t help but ask a single question: “Did anybody else feel that?”
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jul 1, 2018 18:38:12 GMT -6
I have a good heart but this mouth has other ideas... The blue roan unicorn plodded along, minding his own business and went about his day. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the living, let alone the dead. One such dead soul figured out he could see them (more accurately, hear them) and now would not stop tailing him. At this point, Ritan had to force the spirit to dissipate, if only for a few hours. He was just making his way back from where he pushed away the spirit, hoping it would keep them from finding him as easily, though it seemed to vary from spirit to spirit.
He had his eagle with him, though even if he could see through the bird's eyes, he couldn't see the spirits in question as the bird didn't have his blessing. Which didn't bother him too much as he didn't really want to know what ghosts and spirits looked like in the first place.
Didn't matter now, since the deed was done and it was now time to head home. However, that plan fell to shambles pretty quickly once Arii alerted him to the slight rumble that he himself had missed. The eagle didn't quite tell him with words, more along the lines of telepathy, but not quite. More like a feeling to be honest. Whatever the case, others were mumbling around him, probably feeling it themselves. Not everyone was blessed by all-beloved Kaia.
A voice rose above the rest, strikingly familiar in it's tones. Oh great, this guy again. He sighed, turning towards the offending equine.
"We wouldn't be out here wondering what was happening if we didn't feel that, grandpa." Ritan was feeling a little more venomly today than usual, probably because of his aforementioned ghost problem. 288 words || Ritan | WF Medic || Post #1 |
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 1, 2018 20:30:02 GMT -6
G I A N N A
"She was a wild child; always stealing the stars and getting drunk on the souls of earthbound misfits.."
WC: 187 | Post #1Gianna was just ambling through town today. She had a knapsack full of random groceries and supplies for her farm. She wasn't in a hurry today. Or any day. So she perused the wares and tried to not be in the way.
As she was looking through a stack of used books she saw the dust collected on a books surface disturbed. But no one around her had moved. She saw no Teke and she hadn't moved a muscle since finding a particularly good fantasy novel.
The Clydesdale lifted her huge head and looked around. Others around her looked concerned and confused. But why? A bay appaloosa horse asked a peculiar question.
"I think I did? Should we be concerned?" The large mare ambled towards the bay.
A little ways away a roan paint with a large eagle said something snarky. Gianna hid a laugh. "Do you know what that was?" She turned towards the stallion and noticed he wouldn't focus on her face. Just his ears. And this one must be blind. She'd just met a horse with little to no hearing. How interesting, she thought. |
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Post by wulfeneit on Jul 1, 2018 23:57:33 GMT -6
The day started as any other, crisp and cool. Credence enjoyed the journey down from the mountain and the weather had been fair enough recently for him to feel less guilt for his tendency to wander. The Goddess's green earth was a sight to behold, and true, the mountains were a sight to inspire, but it was the little things; the things that travelers overlooked, dismissed under step that drew his attention. Much like the night sky as a whole inspired awe, but a closer glance fascinated the mind.
He had returned to Sketlr Town a few times since the flower festival. It seemed a little quieter each time.
He had yet to complete his task for this visit to town. Putting off the annual visit to his mother’s shopfront in favor of watching merchants, the wayward peddler and the residents go about their daily lives. It was more important now than ever, he knew, to check on her. There was always the possibility that her husband would not return from the frontlines. Credence felt duty bound to protect her in his father’s place. This did not make the inevitable confrontation with her over how he felt about that any more appealing.
And so he stopped one more time, just once more, to examine the wares of a foreign merchant.
It was then that something felt... off. Credence was not as sensitive to the earth as many of his clan mates were. No, it was the sky, the clouds and the ever moving wind he felt most attuned to, and so when he felt the shift, a subtle vibration underhoof as light as a strand of spider’s silk- it gave him pause. A cold chill crawled its way up his spine.
Out of habit, his gaze turned towards the heavens. Earth Manipulation? He looked around, only to find confusion and uneasy expressed in the equines around him.
A heavy built stallion voiced the question on the minds of all aloud as he stepped out of a shopfront. If Credence thought back on it, even moments after the fact it was easy to think he imagined it. For some reason that made him all the more uneasy. “No. No, I felt it too.”
The words were said under his breath, certain but reluctant to receive attention.
Something tightened in his chest. He buried it. With feather-light footing drew closer. Typically he did not like being around equines he did not know well but the tension he felt now compiled him to be near, for the sake of feeling secure. A large mare spoke and he angled his ears towards her. Should they be concerned? He thought so, but what for? “I would not dismiss it.”
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Post by ebbarie on Jul 2, 2018 1:04:47 GMT -6
Fijalahr
"But in life we don't usually get to choose the time of our defining moments. We just have to stand and face them when they come, no matter what sort of a state we're in"
1 | 345 One stall, than another. One selling food, the other expensive and well crafted accessory and armory pieces. At another shop, a variety of pelts, small and large ones, were waving in the cold wind.
Yet, nothing caught the stallions attention. Since he returned from Aquore, his days had become dull almost boring. The first weeks had gone by fast, for he had to report everything that had happen to the Stone Circle. But now everything was said and done. The Forged were marching against Talori to aid their allies. A diplomat like him wasn't required anymore.
And while his mind was still racing every day, thinking about what he had seen overseas and how it changed him, he had nothing to do. There was no job to be done and so he was alone with his bewildered mind.
Soon his morning walks through Skeldr Town became a most welcome routine to distract himself a little, but seeing mostly the same people everyday started to bore him as well.
"Morwen, don't you dare stealing this medallion". The telepathic warning was audible solemnly to the Pygmy Gryph that already stretched out a paw to grab the shiny accessory while the shop owner was busy talking to a customer. The creature let out an angry and huffy growl before she gave in and ran after her owner.
Suddenly he felt it. A chill ran down his spine as something shifted in the earth around him. The bond to his goddess was severed, but he was still connected to the earth itself. And he wasn't the only one that had felt it. Horses came walking out of the shops, looking around confused and unsettled.
"I felt it too...careful everyone"
Whatever it was, Fijalahr's experience told him to be cautious, just in case, for these days more bad than good things happen.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 2, 2018 15:53:50 GMT -6
IRILETH
Irileth had swallowed the slight annoyance of being left behind while Hira and her Valkyries headed off, and instead made herself busy in Skeldr Town. She felt like there was still unsolved tension, still something she had to perhaps prove to Hira to be truly included.
She sincerely hoped she had not been summoned all the way here just to be left in town to plan for a Flank attack that may or may not come – it had been quiet after Holmsa fell. They were out there, somewhere, but clearly they had busied themselves with something that did not bring with it a pile of corpses for the Forged to find.
That made Irileth more uneasy than the bodies.
Her thoughts, slightly bitter as they were, were cut short by a shift. A voiceless rumble from deep within the earth. Irileth reached down with her blessing, but there was nothing left to be found.
With concern in her eyes, she looked at the mountain looming above. Landslides were hardly unheard off, not that they were usually this soft in announcing their arrival. Still, she saw nothing. All seemed perfectly well and calm. Some of the people in town clearly hadn’t even noticed the subtle shift, and went on with their business as usual.
What could be called a small crown of people – each so unlike one another that it seemed unlikely they were fellows – had come out of the shops and were exchanging discussion. Clearly about what had just happened.
Wordlessly, Irileth joined them. He knew Edmond by sight to be one of the Stone Circle; and Fijalahr the Ambassador. Others were absolute strangers to her.
She preferred it that way. It allowed her a chance to ease into her new role of someone young – they would not know the truth of her.
“It was very real”, she said calmly. Unease was a natural reaction, but her face read more preparedness than fear. In her full armor and gear, and with Responsibility hanging on her side, she was not afraid.
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Post by tarriedsea on Jul 3, 2018 14:40:52 GMT -6
 Their points glittered like dragon teeth and Gosslyn watched her brow furrow in their reflection. Gems gleamed in their hilts like rich candies. They were beautiful but too ornate- and therefore too expensive.
She blew a soft breath, clouding the steel on the blades. You could splurge. Part of her really wanted to own something beautiful. And part of her was rational.
"Do you have something.... simpler?" she asked the shopkeeper. "I don't need anything fancy."
With a huff, the shopkeeper pulled a wooden box off the bottom shelf. "These are the more affordable ones. I'll let you browse," she said, turning tail back to the counter.
Goss's teke fumbled through the daggers. They were definitely simpler- not as shiny, not as pretty. Most had wrapped leather hilts. None had any gemstones.
One would have to do.
She picked one with a nick in the blade and a gold emblem on the pommel, paid for it without a word, and stepped back into the street.
It was about time she equipped herself with some sort of weapon. The Gosslyn who lived on the farmlands could never have envisioned owning a blade, but things were different now. Too many Flank run-ins. A traitorous boss. Astrid's death.
Her mother's death.
She steeled her mind against that one with newfound resolve. Everything that comprised the past year was bullshit (swearing- another thing the farmlands Goss could never imagine doing) and it cultivated a shield around her ribs. She hated herself for being so soft in her previous life, hated the way she had bounced around the world with childlike naivety. The world didn't bend to her desires, and she stopped expecting it to.
Something moved.
It felt more like a flame being extinguished than a physical movement, because suddenly the crowd stopped around her and voices went quiet, but it had reached her hooves too. Some imperceptible shaking.
Her legs trembled, heavy with the sudden instinct to shift into a deer and spring away. She swallowed hard and tried to focus on something else to push that desire away. Some people were talking ahead. She crept in their direction, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and very alone, and caught the tail-end of their conversation.
“It was very real,” an older mare confirmed to her immediate party. It was no one Goss recognized and she stood at the outside of their circle, one ear flicked in their direction.
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Post by Bootless-Box on Jul 4, 2018 10:51:58 GMT -6
♡ NATHANIEL ♡
apprentice (farmer) | colt | he/him
- After the Flanks decided to make themselves at home in his small farm village his parents and uncle wanted him out of the house as much as possible. They began to go places with him, spend days in Skeldr Town to sell some of their crops, and other stuff. As much as he loved adventure and learning new things, Nathaniel was tired of being babysat and running around like a chicken with no head. Nate was tired, and he missed his sister. Amber had been busy too, being a Valkyrie wasn't easy. This time though his family decided he was old enough to go alone. Well sort of, his father would be coming through soon to take him back home, but for now, he was his own supervisor. His uncle traveled halfway with him and then finally let him go on his own. Although it was a long trek to the town, Nate had been doing just fine before, and he made it just as well this time too.
- Once he'd arrived he'd traded some of his goods for the things his mother asked him to get. Then, with no one there to badger him, he slipped behind a stall for a nap. The pelt he wore was cozy and he went to sleep easily, dreaming of being a pirate captain on the seas. He helped mares in distress and was kind to all aboard his ship. His dream abruptly ended when someone's dog familiar began licking his face. "Ew, Ew, gross. C'mon pup, go on home," He light-heartedly shoed the dog off and stood up shaking himself off and using his teke to wipe the slobber from his face. He'd only been standing for a moment when he felt the ground shift and he gasped, looking around to see if anyone else felt it. Then, as he foolishly realized he was alone, he stepped out onto the street. He heard Edmond and others say they felt it, as well as an older looking mare. He went up to her (Irileth), and said, "Well w-what was it? Are we going to be alright?" He asked, thinking of an earthquake or an avalanche. Irileth seemed to be calm and acted as though she knew what was happening. He had no clue, and he was certainly not afraid to ask. Nathaniel was not scared per say, but cautious and nervous. He wanted to be sure he could get home to his family like he promised, or else they'd never let him leave again.
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Jul 6, 2018 1:55:21 GMT -6
S I G L A V Y
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It seemed as if there was just no end to the strange disturbances occurring all over this place they called Onea, not to mention a sudden war declaration which conveniently turned the mountain ponies' security into slush. It had taken more than a few promises and general reassurances that no, he most definitely would not be capable of destroying the town, nor would he be interested in participating in any "suspicious" activities, and the remaining hall guards were more than happy to grant him some additional freedom, much, much sooner than he had expected to get them.
Although the early morning fog had already rolled farther down the mountainside, leaving a dreary overcast sky behind, Siglavy was rather enjoying being able to roam around Skeldr Town unaccompanied for the first time in recent months. He didn't like how the uneven local geography was almost always chilly, but he also didn't mind the additional layer of disguise offered him by the vague gray pelt he wore.
He kept close to the shadows and alleyways, making sure to duck his head and tuck his chin so that maybe his exposed antlers could blend into the mishmash of background shapes if viewed in passing. He surveyed the locals with a feigned laziness, always careful not to accidentally make eye contact with anyone. He didn't want to spoil his moment of solitude, but it seemed like the universe wanted to do it for him.
Just as he sighed and tried to leave, he felt it. It began almost like a shiver deep in the earth, then presented itself to him as a sudden rush by his ear, leaving a strange sensation behind. His ear twitched reflexively as he held his breath and scanned the space in front of him.
Most of the locals didn't seem to register the moment, and with the kirin having no Blessings at all, he wasn't sure how he did. He felt a prickle of doubt crawling into his head. Perhaps he had interacted with the cosmos in the time before he woke up here (the locals claimed I didn't belong, and I certainly agree, but me? The stars? Haha, no way...), and maybe that...had tapped him into something? He didn't want to think that maybe some mud-and-leaf-covered shaman had been right about him.
There was some movement in the streets, some equines going against the unofficial mindless tide of citizens working the market. Siglavy turned and edged forward, almost unwillingly, as several horses big and small emerged from the crowds, side passages, shop doors, asking the big million-shard questions. A certain tall bay unicorn stood out to him -- though Siglavy couldn't remember the fellow's name at the moment, he recognized that face in passing from all that time he spent cooped up in Mount Skeldr. He skimmed the others and decided he didn't know them, though he felt that a few of their faces looked important. At the moment, he was more than happy to assume a similar position as a graying unicorn mare nearby.
Hang around, act casual, touch upon the concerns as necessary.
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Post #1Code by War-Colt
tl;dr war times gives him lots of freedom and he wonders about his situation "post-resurrection"
(that he's starting to disbelieve) while hanging around in the back *finger guns*
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jul 7, 2018 19:55:20 GMT -6
The chorus of responses from those in the streets nearly took the stallion off guard. There were a few voices he recognized, a few he did not, but most importantly, they all were in agreement.
Something wasn't right here.
The stallion frowned, moving towards the group to get a better view of all of the horses in town. A small part of him was concerned over how many of them had felt it. He had hoped that it was a trick of the mind, a fleeting moment of worry that he could've dismissed.
The sour response of... was that Ritan? A quick glance through the crowd merely confirmed it, along with the other remarks only confirmed his concerns. The stallion sighed briefly. "Well, I guess there's no denying something happened, then." He stated, glancing between the horses nearby, purposely ignoring Ritan's jab, the last thing Ed wanted to do was get into a fight with that boy again. The only question now is... what was it? The stone circle member was used to this kind of work. Getting to the bottom of a problem was part of his job.
Even if in the back of his mind, he was concerned over the message he had received about balance from Kaia. The world needed balance from what? And was his mind just jumping to conclusions over what it meant? He had been trying to figure it out for what had felt like an age, even though that day with the others hadn't been too long ago.
Now was the time he wished Ales was around. His ability to calm others would've been nice to have in a situation like this, but alas, that was not the case. It was fine, he'd manage on his own somehow...
"Nobody saw anybody using any of their blessings, right?"
He hated starting everything with these questions, but the sooner he got answers, the better they might manage to tackle the problem. "With all that's been happening, I want to make sure we rule out the possibility of an attack..." He turned to look around, trying his best to assume some sort of control out of situation that wasn't exactly normal. Though admittedly, nothing had gone spiraling out of control in that moment.
Edmond could only hope that things wouldn't take a turn for the worse, but something told him that something was not right. His thoughts returned to the feeling of the earth shifting. Mt. Skeldr was rigid, strong, a symbol of the Forged.
The last thing the stallion wanted to deal with was the bloody flanks while Hira was out of town... though maybe at this rate that last tidbit would be a blessing... As much as Edmond didn't care for Hira's rule, he had to admit that being leaderless in a time where the Forged were at war was not a good idea.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 7, 2018 20:31:30 GMT -6
IRILETH
More horses yet joined them. It seemed a good number had sensed whatever it had been, but not all. For outside their circle things seemed to be going on as they had been, with people milling about and going in and out of shops.
Some stopped to look curiously in the direction of this mismatched gathering, but did not approach. Perhaps they thought it was simply something organized by the Stone Circle member in their midst.
A colt had moved up to her, asking what the weird shift had been. Irileth smiled slightly. With his wings and open questions, he reminded her of his own sons when they were younger.
Much, much younger.
“I do not know”, she said honestly, her tone calm but not overly sweet. Children deserved the truth just as much as adults, and she had never believed in talking down to them.
“But we will figure it out together”, Irileth then promised. Slightly foolish perhaps, but she did not have a habit of leaving things unfinished, and some mysterious shaking was not going to be something she just merrily ignored.
Her eyes momentarily met the kirin who joined the outskirts of the group. A most strange addition, and the traditionalist in her felt disgust at the sight of the creature. Now was not the time, however, and she was willing to welcome a child of Ignacio into the discussion if it led them to the truth.
Edmond spoke again, taking control of the discussion, but Irileth felt an air of discomfort from the stallion. She did not blame him – the unknown was never a pleasant beast to tackle.
“It did not feel like regular Earth Manipulation to me”, she said, but added: “But after seeing Holmsa I’m not counting anything out.”
Irileth had seen and felt Bloody Flank magic plenty of times before, usually of the necromancy variety. This shake seemed a little too subtle for them, but then again, Holmsa hadn’t exactly been a traditional Flank raid either, outside their little calling card.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 9, 2018 14:48:08 GMT -6
G I A N N A
"she was a wild child; always stealing the stars and getting drunk on the souls of earthbound misfits.."
WC: 196 | Post #2Gianna became very anxious at the amount of other equines who gathered in the road. She thought it was merely the earth shifting but the fact that so many told her otherwise or hinted at it; well it began to build anxiety. Hiding behind a nervous laugh or two Gianna watched as everyone made a comment or ambled in.
Among the group she was most fascinated by the unicorn and his cute gryphon. She wanted to say hi, but knew it would be inappropriate under the circumstances. Maybe later she could introduce herself to the creature.
As the flow of equines disturbed by the tremor slowed, the bay unicorn spoke up again. Gianna hadn't noticed anything like that. But then again she wasn't the most observant. There was something about this tremor though that felt different. "I'm not sure I know much when it comes to blessings, but something about that felt different. Like a secret that wasn't supposed to be shared." She resettled her large frame and wished with all her might she could be smoking a pipe right now. She also wished she was hidden in a lake somewhere. Too many horses surrounded her. |
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Post by wulfeneit on Jul 9, 2018 17:04:52 GMT -6
The appearance of a Kirin at the fringes of the group warranted a double take. Credence had two conflicting ideas on the once thought to be mythical equine. The first, cautionary tales of what the beasts were capable of as told by the stallions of his clan, and the second, near fantastical stories lovingly recited by Halley. She added a flourish to the already mystical figures, something he would later learn to call romanticism.
He felt equal parts trepidation and awe to be in the presence of one.
The bay stallion- someone he recognized now as a member of the Stone Circle, though for the life of him could not remember the name of- took the lead, asking questions. The suggestion of an attack left him being nauseous.
The mention of Holmsa did nothing good for his nerves. He had not seen the damage himself but heard of it- it was terrifying to think about. An entire village whipped from the map...
Something in the earth had moved, had shifted- reluctantly his gaze rose to the mountain peak of Skeldr towering over them. To his eye, nothing on the mountain seemed amiss. The clouds above were grey. Landslides were unpredictable but the atmosphere did not feel right for one. There was no sound, nothing to indicate one was in progress. An avalanche came with a roar. The air was still,quiet. Eerily so.
Than second mare of their group spoke up- and it clicked into place, the thought he had been unable to articulate until now. A secret not meant to be shared. “So few of us felt it, it would make sense we weren’t meant to.” Tension wound tight in his withers, his lips pressed into a thin tight line. There just wasn’t enough to suggest anything conclusive.“Or it felt so faint because the source was far away.”
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Post by ebbarie on Jul 9, 2018 23:46:31 GMT -6
Fijalahr
"But in life we don't usually get to choose the time of our defining moments. We just have to stand and face them when they come, no matter what sort of a state we're in"
2 | 273 The stallions gaze went over the gathered group of equines, trying to figure out why they all had felt something that so many others didn't. Clearly not all of them had earth blessings, one even was a kirin. He had seen a few on his travels, but not in Onea until now.
Ignacio's child seemed somehow out of place, like so many Outsiders do.
For a moment his focus went away from the equines around him and towards the giant mountain that towered high into the sky. "I agree, it didn't felt like any blessing I know." However, just because none of them recognized the blessing, it didn't meant that it wasn't one. He himself was bestowed one that nobody would recognize at well. And he doubted that this was the self-proclaimed goddesses work.
He understood why Edmond considered this perhaps to be an advanced-warning before an attack, it would honestly be a perfect timing to do so, but somehow his gut feelings told him otherwise.
Then a mare voiced her opinion and immediately the Ambassador turned his head towards her and then the unicorn that picked up her theory. That would make sense...so many things were going on everywhere, unexplained and still many of them affected the citizens later. Maybe this really was an ominous foreboding...or only the mountain. Earth was always moving, slowly and most of the time this went by unnoticed.
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Jul 10, 2018 2:16:27 GMT -6
S I G L A V Y
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As the crowd seemed to grow to its final size, the kirin found it harder and harder to act casual--it just wasn't possible. He kept his eyes glued in the bay unicorn's direction, trying to ignore the prickling feeling on his neck that told him a few equines had noticed his presence. It was starting to feel like some of the attention wasn't exactly good attention. He shifted his weight uneasily--although he wasn't exactly afraid of this ragtag group, he knew he would still be sorely outnumbered if they suddenly became violent, regardless of whether they knew how to fight.
The bay seemed to have some beef with a blue roan who called him "grandpa," he noticed, but he wasn't entirely sure if it was common behavior or if it was just that one horse. If he was being honest with himself, Oneans did seem a little more insult-y than the echoey voices in the missing corners of his memories
"Nobody saw anybody using any of their blessings, right?" the bay unicorn ignored the roan, scanning their surroundings instead.
Siglavy half-shut his eyes in thought. Though his memories of the past few moments were rather lazy, he remembered them well. He wasn't familiar with any blessings that weren't Ignacio's, but he felt decently sure no one was using any. Decided, he absentmindedly shook his head no along with a few others.
Despite that, the bay appaloosa was still on edge. "With all that's been happening, I want to make sure we rule out the possibility of an attack..."
He pricked his ears attentively as a skinny silver bay mare spoke up. Holmsa. Where had he heard that name before?
It seemed to trigger some kind of reaction in most of the gathered horses--he saw it in their eyes.
The kirin felt a flicker of frustration about how little he knew. Other than the vagabond fiasco at that nice unicorn mare's house a few months ago, he was poorly aware of anything going on in his new impromptu homeland. Maybe he should've asked for more information, instead of telling his guards to shut up all the time. Well, too late now--he would just have to figure it out as they went.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jul 16, 2018 17:31:50 GMT -6
No blessings that anybody seemed to know of. The stallion pursed his lips, taking a moment to account for everybody that spoke around him. This wasn't exactly something he knew how to handle, nor was it something that presented a solution at once. The stallion was visibly shaken, and slowly becoming more irked at the lack of evidence otherwise. The mention of Holmsa didn't make things feel better. The stallion felt his stomach drop at the thought.
Bahar.
The stallion was far from the kind of guy to admit that a woman was of higher level than him, but Bahar had been a wise lady... and a respected council member. He may have scoffed at her here and there, complained that she had a spot, but he had always enjoyed her presence. Losing her to the Flanks in Holmsa immediately brought up a sore spot for the stallion.
He pushed that away for a moment as others brought up more information on what they felt. A secret that didn't want to be shared, something that wasn't normal, the list was short but powerful, all making the stallion think of Kaia's message from a few months previous.
"It's almost as if something is wrong with the balance of the world." He grumbled, finally taking note of the Kirin that he somewhat recognized. He nodded towards him, though didn't say much otherwise. Edmond knew the stories and understood where he was from, or well, at least knew he was kept around Mount Skeldr.
He tried to remember if there were other things happening he needed to worry about. Though admittedly, Edmond was most concerned about the lack of security and surety about the town. Any potential responses to the problem seemed to be a jump to conclusions he didn't quite want to go to. Would it be wise to start trying to move people out of the city? That seemed drastic and a little over the top for something as simple as a weird feeling.
"I hope I'm not reading too heavily into this." He thought, a grumble escaping his throat. He shook his head as if something had landed on him, annoyance flaring up. He admittedly like the idea of leading the group forward. He was, after all, always hoping to find a way around Hira to become the War Lord... but there was little he could do in this scenario that made sense.
Kaia, Argus, somebody guide me. What is happening here? He hated this feeling. Not knowing what to do was far from enjoyable.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 19, 2018 18:05:46 GMT -6
Everyone in Onea knows that Mt. Skeldr is a volcano- a dormant volcano. But sometimes even dormant things... stretch, a little.
The higher slopes of Skeldr and the surrounding peaks are covered in snow year-round, so perhaps the sudden, distant hazy plume rising fitfully into the air is the snow settling.
Perhaps. If one of you had perchance glanced that way and seen the disturbance (or the next one, lower, or the next...) you might have been able to convince yourself as such.
At least until the ground beneath your hooves gave a sudden heave, rippling as if along a seam... and then splitting more than the width of several strides, dumping you and the rest of your group within it. Another trembling heave of the earth, and the crevasse through which you fell closes upon itself, until only a faint line of sunlight can be seen above through the settling dust.
The earth it seems, has claimed you.
As your eyes adjust to the light (and you deal with any injuries) you might notice... imprints, in the earth. As if by giant, clawed feet...
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 20, 2018 0:25:55 GMT -6
G I A N N A
"She was a wild child; always stealing the stars and getting drunk on the souls of earthbound misfits.."
WC: 334 | Post #3One moment they were having a pretty uneventful day. Well except for the subtle shift below their hooves. And then in the next it was complete chaos and terror. Before Gianna knew what was happening the earth split beneath the group of equines. She felt her stomach drop as she became weightless for a split second. It was nothing like how she felt in the water. There was no comforting pressure to keep her grounded. She couldn't even imagine what it was like for pegasi to fly. It must be terrifying. Because this was terrifying.
The draft mare hit the ground hard. Rubble rained down around her. She let out a scream as pain shot up her back. Her old injury was jolted awake. She sucked in air as she slowly moved her large frame. In her pack she grabbed a small baked treat. And almost immediately she could feel the pain subside. She ate it fast, praying the herbal treat would kick in fast.
As she laid still, she looked around her to see the damage. Above the tear in the earth had closed to only a sliver of light. It took Gianna a moment, but her eyes adjusted quickly. In the harsh contrast of the sunlight from above she spotted massive tracks around her. Whatever they were attached too wasn't an herbivore. Large gouge marks raked along the ground, insisting there were large claws involved.
Soon Gianna felt the pain subside. It became tolerable enough to move. Slowly she lifted her heavy body up and shook off particles of rock. Looking around she began to seek others to see if they needed any assistance.
"Hello? Does anyone need help? I can't do much but I can try." She winced as she took a step forward. Her heart hammered in her chest and she felt a rising panic from the herbs. Slowly she breathed in and out and resolved her mind. She had trained to be a Valkyrie once. She could handle this. |
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Post by Bootless-Box on Jul 20, 2018 3:18:15 GMT -6
♡ NATHANIEL ♡
apprentice (farmer) | colt | he/him
- As everyone speculated on what the disturbance could have been, he waited for a reply from Irileth while looking around nervously. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as she assured him everything would be alright. Nate smiled widely at her and conintued to look at the current party. He spotted Siglavy for the first time and nearly fell over himself. Was that a kirin!? He'd heard the stories and rumors but had yet to see one. After a few moments of staring in awe at the kirin, Nathaniel realized it was probably rude and didn't want to anger the ancient legend so he looked away. The mention of an attack made him wary, he didn't know exactly what happened in Holmsa but he knew it was bad. He could read it in everyone's faces, and from the way the town had been spread around. Yet, somehow the voices got lower around him and he never knew exactly what happened. It was always so frustrating, everyone wanted him to act like an adult but still treated him like a foal. He was the last to know everything.
- Nate had little time to consider this thought however, because the earth beneath them tembeled and opened up, swallowing them whole. Chunks of land flew down with them and as they fell. Despite flapping his wings and trying to upright himself, Nathaniel hit the ground like dead weight. A crushing weight immediately fell on his right side, pinning him to the dirt below. As he coughed and sputtered he blinked, trying to regain his senses. "I- I need help," His strained voice creid out before coughing some more, "I'm pinned" he breathed out trying to move. Adrenaline and panic still coursed through his viens and he did not feel the pain in his wing from being crushed, or the results of the impact on his body. He was still recovering, and had yet to notice the huge tracks around them.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 20, 2018 3:44:14 GMT -6
IRILETH
Weren’t meant to feel it, hm? Irileth doubted that was really the case – more likely it was a minute thing, something most people busy with their shopping would just ignore or chalk up to a mammoth stomping nearby or someone having released their golem.
She looked at Edmond when he said that it was as if something was wrong with the balance of the world itself. Perhaps. Balance was something Kaia and her creations craved, a balance in all things, elements and gods alike. Balance is superior, Kaia had said when she visited her under the gravestone tree.
When cultists creeped near, war loomed on horizon and Bloody Flanks spilled the blood of former kinsmen, could there be balance?
Irileth had time only to sense the faintest give with her blessing before the earth beneath them gave way to a chasm. Reflexively she reached out with her blessing, creating a softer incline for her to slide and roll down, rather than the freefall of her fellows. As the chasm above them closed, she slid to a halt on the bottom of the chasm, frazzled but unharmed.
Same could not be said for her fellows, and Irileth’s attention went to them, instead of the large tracks that marked the earth in what seemed to be an underground cavern.
Her attention went immediately to the form of the pegasus foal who had been next to her before they fell, and Irileth moved next to him, assessing the damage. Besides the wing – trapped under a boulder – her eyes quickly searched for other injuries, ones more insidious.
Uninvited, her memories returned her to the war – she had seen too many times how seemingly minor injuries ended up claiming good horses, sometimes before they even realized how serious it was.
She had been lucky. She only had the scars.
“Stay still, we are going to help you”, she said, looking at Gianna and nodding towards the rock. Irileth’s blessing could easily move it, but she felt like a physical support would be advantageous, as who knew how much strength she might have to use in this hole.
Quickly she gazed around in the space around them. The only light was from the crevasse up above, her eyes not yet completely used to the dim light. Assessing injuries would be hard.
“Everyone, please speak up. Let us count our numbers and injuries before we think of anything else”, she said loudly, her voice slightly echoing from the walls.
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Post by ebbarie on Jul 20, 2018 12:31:50 GMT -6
Fijalahr
"But in life we don't usually get to choose the time of our defining moments. We just have to stand and face them when they come, no matter what sort of a state we're in"
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The more time past and the more the horses around him voiced their assumptions and the less happened, the more nervous he became. His back started to twitch nervously and even his Pygmy Gryphon seemed less annoying and more concentrated than usual.
Despite everyone being vigilant, none of them even suspected what followed.
With a rumble the earth beneath them trembled again, even more furious this time. Morwen instinctively jumped into the air only moments before the ground was forcibly ripped apart. Suddenly there was only emptiness beneath his hooves and the Ambassador felt how gravity pulled him downwards. There was no time to react. No chance to do anything to prevent him from falling.
Adrenalin was immediately pumping through his veins.
Morwen screamed.
The impact pressed all air out of his lungs and for a moment the only thing he could hear was the swoosh of blood in his ears. Dirt and stones rained down on him, but he was still lucky. No large rocks hit him.
As soon as he was able to, the stallion gasped for air. His trachea and lung burned from the crash and the dust he inhaled, but at least he could breath now. His whole body felt like it stood in flames, when he tried to get up to his feet, but the feeling quickly faded away, until just a dull, throbbing ache was left.
Fijalahrs eyes still hadn't get fully used to the sudden darkness, when he already heard some voices close to him. It took some moments but eventually he located Irileth and the trapped colt.
"Yes, come over here. Someone is trapped" he called back to the draft mare before he focused on the little pegasus. His wing was jammed under a large rock, but together they hopefully would be able to carefully move it.
His heard was still racing, and so did his thoughts.
He let his gaze roam the cave and suddenly his breath rattled.
"Irileth" , his voice sounded strange in his own ears. "Look". He nodded to position not that far away from them. Large furrows were visible in the stony earth. It looked like a footprint. A foot with claws. A huge clawed foot.
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Post by wulfeneit on Jul 20, 2018 18:12:32 GMT -6
His thoughts drifted, frustration growing. The worst part of it was knowing something was wrong and yet being unable to do anything about it or even put a name to what it was.
”It’s almost as if something is wrong with the balance of the world,” it was the heavy built stallion who spoke again and Credence considered his words for a moment. But only a moment, they were not meant for him.
Deep in thought, he did not pay attention to the world around him.
Then the earth underhoof lurched, split apart with a crackling heave like wood struck by lightning. His first instinct was to leap away from the sudden gorge, but it rose, higher and higher. The stallion’s once gracefully footing grew clumsy as the earth twisted into a steep incline. Without his consent his hooves slipped sideways, ridged stone footholds chipped away under his weight. And then the world turned on its side and he was sent tumbling.
Credence did not feel the impact. He felt the aftermath.
When he opened his eyes again his lungs were filled with dust. There was a deep ache in his rib cage from where he had landed on his side. He coughed, rubbing at his eyes with his teke in an attempt to clear his eyes. It did little to help and they continued to sting and water.
He landed in what appeared to be a cavern. A hollow within the earth. The dust lay thick as fog over the moors. High above he could see a faint sliver of light. He quickly looked away from it as his vision swam. His ears rang. Everything hurt.
As his vision cleared, he was able to make out his immediate surroundings more clearly. He lay in what appeared to be a depression. A few strides away he saw another, and then another... they looked almost like tracks... though it had been many years since his training as a scout the figuration was unmistakable- but that couldn’t be right. What could make tracks this large? A golem? Something worse?
His breath came in quick short gulps. Oh why, oh why couldn’t Campion be here-
Faintly through the dust and ringing in his ears, voices, though muffled. Straining to focus he caught tidbits of what was said. A child’s cry for help. Someone was stuck. A call for a head count. To this, he attempted to reply but only managed to enter another coughing fit. Regardless, freeing that trapped child should be their priority, he would be useless to them like this.
Slowly he stood. A sharp hot wire of paint shot through his foreleg and Credence sucked in a sharp breath, biting his tongue to keep from crying out. It was probably a sprain, this was fine. He could handle it.
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Jul 21, 2018 0:29:06 GMT -6
S I G L A V Y
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The mutterings around him were getting intense--he was a bit startled when he saw Edmond notice him and nod in his direction. He just barely managed a surprised blink at the recognition and quickly sent a short nod of acknowledgment back. Not a second later, he was sensing another anomalous shift. Almost immediately, the earth split in front of his eyes before he had a chance to do something.
The ground heaved almost as if in slow motion, a wide gap ripping across the market lane chucking rocks and horses into the dark. The deep rift reached his hooves in less than a blink of the eye, and he reflexively tried to jump backward. Only, the ground behind him bucked up or something and he lost his balance, or perhaps the very building had shoved him because suddenly he was falling too.
It was an ugly embarrassing cry that didn't seem possible, but he screeched all the way down (granted, it sounded like everyone was screaming...but his dignity). He must've hit some things on the way down because the next time he opened his eyes, he was partially buried in a dirt mound.
It took a moment to gather his senses. Voices were what got him--the other equines who'd been nearby prior to the disaster were calling for help. His head hurt, and he might've been bleeding, but the numerous aches made it hard to tell. The dirt was making him feel a bit trapped, but he didn't notice any particularly terrible pains. Maybe...a certain local goddess was humoring him. Whether it was her fault the rift had happened or not, he didn't lose any limbs.
Annoyed and determined, he slowly tried to roll himself out of the soil and into a position where he could get up. Okay, that works. Now... Siglavy put weight on his back legs and felt many suspicious twinges that the old warrior didn't like. If he didn't get those checked out, then... He ignored the thought and tried to stand.
Too fast. While his hind legs were achy, his front ankles really hurt. The unexpected pain made him stumble forward across the soft ground while cursing loudly, which didn't help. Plus, his headache made him dizzy with the movement. But surely he could still walk himself to safety? Though it was weird, he tried to help support his ankles with a bit of teke wrapped around them like a pale orange band. It made the pain more bearable, but he knew it did squat for the real damage.
He eyed the hairline crack above and sighed, turning back to the others he was stuck with. It was a sucky situation and an equally gross idea, but he had to remain sensible. He wanted out. So did they. His observations suggested that if he helped these individuals, they would probably help him back--hopefully, no matter who he was or what he looked like. It would really suck if they took this chance to get rid of his presence, and the thought was mildly terrifying.
With that in mind, he hesitantly answered a strong voice calling for a head count. "I'm...way over here...I think I'm fine, coming to help."
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Post #3Code by War-Colt
whoops long post but some things I didn't wanna try adding in his personal/my monologue that might need clarifying lol:
1. he is still wearing whatever, it's just matted and dirty and loose so it's hanging off him weird
2. his hind legs got some pulled muscles that aren't bothersome (yet) but both his front ankles have "bad" suspension/ligament injuries and they will be swole later i guess
he's kinda using his teke on himself the way one would hold on to an achy limb so it'd "feel better"
**he does have an ugly cut on his neck but he doesn't notice (any medics wanna take a jab? xD) still kinda tryna figure this out tho
- not counting normal minor injuries (small cuts/scrapes/bruises/etc)
3. was thinking he was the most removed from the outskirts of the group to begin with so he landed a bit further along/behind/whathaveyou ?? humor me pls :') |
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jul 22, 2018 9:30:38 GMT -6
The stallion was so deep in thought that he almost didn't notice the second rumble throughout the city... until the fissure opened up between the group. On reflex, the stallion attempted to use his plant manipulation to keep him rooted in on place... until the ground beneath his very feet began to crumble. Surprised, the stallion felt himself fall down into the opening.
The way down was a bit of a blur, as the stallion was pretty sure he had hit his head somewhere along the fall. He let out a short groan, lifting himself slightly to hear who had survived the fall.
There was a moment of panic as he remembered just how many horses were in Skeldr Town. If only had had been wise enough to move everybody out instead of standing around indecisively.
Now wasn't the time to think about what could have happened, though. Now was the time to count numbers and see who else was okay. He could hear Irileth stating as much in the distance as others began to call out saying that they were relatively okay.
"I'm fine." The stallion stated, though he could feel a few more scrapes and bruises on his body. His head was also hurting something fierce, making it hard to focus. His whole body ached, but it was easy enough to push the pain away. He might have a broken bone somewhere, but he wasn't exactly sure where nor was he really worried about it in this moment. He wanted to make sure the others were okay first. "Where is the horse that's stuck? I can help."
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Post by tarriedsea on Jul 22, 2018 14:18:51 GMT -6
She had been trying to wrap her brain around the appearance of a kirin in Skeldr Town when it happened.
She had even started to think the group was overanalyzing the situation and was considering continuing on her business. The earth was wild and unpredictable. If they dwelt on every shift, they'd drive themselves crazy with theories. Not every change in wind meant an enemy was upon them.
And then suddenly the earth crashed, and her legs scrambled for footing that evaded her, and all the light disappeared from view, and chunks of soil & rock hit her sides and she fell to her knees. Someone screamed. Legs bloody, head dizzy, she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the earth to swallow her.
It didn't.
She opened her eyes and the ground (er, ceiling) had sewn itself back together. The wide eyes of others flickered in the single stream of sunlight that poked through. Voices rose as the dirt settled.
This wasn't a sinkhole. This was a self-healing chasm.
The strangeness of the situation made her dizzier, and she shook her head. Her horn ached where it had been struck by some rocks; her head throbbed.
"I'm here," she said weakly, not knowing what else to say. No one knew who she was. She didn't know how many were trapped. She blinked a few times to adjust to the darkness. Bodies moved around in the tight quarters.
Feeling no pain except her headache, and not able to see how much blood was collecting on her scraped legs, she cautiously stepped toward the black unicorn. She had no idea who anyone was, but he looked like an ample defender. A solid body to stand beside.
She followed his gaze to the ground and saw the tracks- almost imperceptible in the faint light- but her eyes grew wide. Claw marks were easy to identify. But these were larger than any she'd ever seen. |
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 25, 2018 1:05:07 GMT -6
G I A N N A
"She was a wild child; always stealing the stars and getting drunk on the souls of earthbound misfits.."
WC: 387 | Post #4Gianna heard a breathy cry for help. From the young pegasus yearling she had spotted briefly in the group gathered above.
The silver bay mare was the first to try and get the group under control. Gianna felt she was the one to pay attention too.
Around her equines stated their injuries and conditions. Gianna knew the yearling was the main priority. The blue roan unicorn, whose familiar she was eyeing earlier, called her over. The draft hippocampus complied and moved quickly to the small group. Gianna had seen the mule cross use earth manipulation to arrive nearly unscathed into the cave. Between the two drafts and her blessing they could easily move the boulder. "How I wish I had had your blessing." She said it warmly with no true jealously. Gianna had already come to terms with her injury and blamed no one but herself. "Don't worry, we'll get you out of this predicament. My name's Gianna by the way." She smiled sweetly and reassuringly to the yearling, hoping he would realize he was in good hooves.
To the others calling they would come to assist, "I think we have plenty of help for the colt." A resilient cough broke out and echoed in the cavern. Gianna spied the unicorn with sapphire horns bent over. "If anyone can find water or has some I believe the unicorn over there needs it bad." She shook her heavy head towards him, hoping the others could see him as well. She noticed the Kirin and the light grey unicorn mare were both showing signs of not being 'fine' or 'okay', but Gianna hoped they had no serious injuries.
She turned to the mare and the unicorn stallion near here. "I believe between the two of us and you my dear with the blessing, we can lift this no problem. I'm ready when you are." Gianna began to put all her weight on the boulder, feeling just the tiniest bit of give. She was beginning to worry she had overdosed on her herbs just a little. Her heavy weight began to feel lighter than usual and her feelings felt almost giddy. But she kept that under control, trying to be as helpful as possible. If she had anything to offer it was her size and the strength that accompanied it. |
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 25, 2018 19:10:28 GMT -6
IRILETH
One by one voices chimed in. It seemed only those in their little discussion group had fallen into the earth, or at least it didn’t sound like half of Skeldr Town was suddenly underground.
That was good at least – unless of course there had been multiple fissures. It was always possible that there were others, in some other part of what seemed like a cavern, but they could hardly help them now, if there were such people.
She turned her head to look at the grey unicorn, who nodded at what seemed like clawed footprints, pressed deep into the otherwise fairly untouched ground.
Irileth didn’t really want to meet whatever had made them, but she supposed that might become unavoidable.
“Whatever made them might still be around”, she said, summoning her tactician persona to remain calm and collected, pushing aside unnecessary concern and empathy to embody the woman she had once been: “And it might have heard our arrival as well. We should help the child and other injured, then regroup.”
She looked at the hippocampus next, who introduced herself as Gianna. Irileth nodded, and stomped her hoof once – a stallion’s greeting.
“Kaia has indeed smiled upon me. I am Irileth”, she introduced herself shortly, and then returned her attention to the foal.
With two larger bodies and her blessing, the rock should not prove an issue.
“Let’s move it as gently and slowly as possible to avoid further damage. Keep an eye out for any heavy bleeding”, Irileth stated the fairly obvious, having long since learned that it was better to keep instructions clear even if the assumption was everyone was capable. Miscommunication killed during war, and she doubted cave-ins were that different
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Together they worked the rock slowly, gently and with good balance, moving it off of the wing and onto the side, where it was unlikely to be a hazard to anyone
Once the rock was cleared, she turned to face the rest of the group. She could see injuries, bravely carried as they claimed them to be minor – she wishes she had become a medic, rather than a weather witch.
“The way I see it we have exactly two options – up or onward”, she said, looking around for opinions on the matter. She was sure with time and the right combination of blessings they could make their way back up.
What dwelled in the darkness was a mystery to them, but Irileth knew well the call of unknown and adventure.
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Post by ebbarie on Jul 25, 2018 23:30:27 GMT -6
Fijalahr
"But in life we don't usually get to choose the time of our defining moments. We just have to stand and face them when they come, no matter what sort of a state we're in"
4 | 448 The stallions ears twitched back and forth as more and more horses around him spoke up and either proclaimed they needed help or were alright and the undertone in some of their voices really made him worry about them. But right now the colt was a priority and there were other horses fit enough to help those in need.
Fijalahr listened to both Gianna and Irileth's words as they introduced themselves but was swiftly distracted by the arrival of another mare. "Are you alright?" he asked cautiously. With her dusty white coat she almost seemed like a ghost.
His attention returned to the colt once more and before they started to move the boulder, he reached out with his blessing and without anyone else noticing, he blocked out the pain perception of the young Pegasus. Then he grabbed the large stone with his teke and helped lifting it from the trapped wing before he released the force of his blessing again.
Once this was done, he let his gaze wander around in the cave again, but everyone seemed more or less alright now - at least according to the situation. Irileth took over the command again, even tho a Stone Circle member was around, but he had no problems with that. After what he had seen in Aquore many things had become indifferently to him.
"The fact is that many of us won't be able to walk onward. We don't know how far this tunnel goes and we also can't take the kid that way. Whatever left those tracks probably won't be too fond of us. What we definitely need is a safe and quick way out. Irileth your earth blessing can be a great help, and if anyone else has some useful skills they could help you creating an earth ramp so we can get out of here." The stallion paused for a moment and looked again at the dark tunnel before them.
"However, I also think that it is important to find out what creature dwells here. We can't just ignore something dangerous that lives right under Skeldr Town. Maybe it even had something to do with the fissure? How long would it take for it to, accidentally or indendetly, trap more citizens again? I'd like to go after the creature. My blessings would be no help to get us out of here but they can be useful if we actually find the beast. Is anyone willing to accompany me?"
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Post by Bootless-Box on Jul 25, 2018 23:34:37 GMT -6
♡ NATHANIEL ♡
apprentice (farmer) | colt | he/him
- Nothing was louder than the pain that began to rush through him, but he could faintly hear the others and those coming to help him. He was eternally grateful for them, but could not focus on much. Nate was trying not to flinch in pain, or worse, cry. He shifted to try and ease the pain but it was like someone put a mammoth on his nerves and set it on fire. As Irileth asked him not to move he tried to not shake or move at all. He could hear them talking and ensuring they were still alive. Nate could finally look around but as he did, pain shot through his side and he whimpered. He hoped it was quiet but knew they heard him. He noticed how close the boulder came to crushing his leg and tried to carefully move his legs away. It was slow and painful but it worked as everyone talked it all over. The tall draft mare introduced herself and he gritted his teeth into a tight smile and told her and Irileth his name. "I'm Nathaniel, Nice to meet you." he tried to remain steady but he winced at the end and let his face fall. The colt had never experienced pain like this before. It was excruciating for the mere farmer boy.
- As they moved the rock he nervously watched his wing be uncovered, hearing Irileth's warning echo in his head. "Let’s move it as gently and slowly as possible to avoid further damage. Keep an eye out for any heavy bleeding" He didn't want to bleed everywhere, or what if he could never fly again? Not that he was good at it, but he loved his wings. Even so, the terrified colt let out a huge breath, that he hadn't noticed he was holding when the boulder was removed. Quickly, still feeling pinned, and not knowing any better, Nathaniel tried to stand. He succeeded but stumbled, he'd sprained his ankle. He felt no pain, just pressure there. The pain was all in his wing. It was injured, but not bleeding heavily. It had a few scrapes but mostly it was twisted the wrong way like it was out of place, but the rest burned. It felt like someone was stabbing him a thousand times over, he knew then that where the boulder landed was definitely broken. Tears began pouring down his face, in fear and pain. "It looks so crushed... It-It's going the wrong direction and-and it doesn't look right." Nate was hysterical and rambling. He looked up with his big blue eyes at the adults, for once really hoping they would tell him what to do. The tears kept coming, he wasn't heaving sobs, but there was a trail down his face. His wing would likely have to be put back into place before they could go anywhere, and much later it would need some healing for the bones, but he'd be alright. Nate didn't understand just how much worse it could have gone. He suddenly remembered through his hysteria to thank them. "t-thank you" he said sniffling.
- It was then that he saw the tracks and Irileth and Fijalahr's conversation clicked. It made him even more scared. Normally he would have been scared but curious but right now, he was frightened. Whenever the others were planning to move, he was sticking close. Even if he had to drag his broken wing. Whatever that was, he was not letting it gobble him up today, tears or not. He whimpered a little bit as he looked around, scared stiff. He hadn't moved a muscle since he stood up, and wasn't planning to until someone told him to. Nathaniel had lost the ability to rebel enough to make decisions in an unknown situation, he was too far out of his comfort zone. Too scared, too hurt.
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