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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Aug 2, 2018 23:06:37 GMT -6
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"Humanity is not Honor-"
The appearance of Ansgar with Cerys and his son in tow- no matter the fury painted across his face- brought a wash of relief over Synn. When the painted stallion skidded to a halt before her, nearly knocking into Ulrich Synn laid her ears back, his command was harsh and his glare left no room for argument. Synn lowered her head and didn't meet his eyes, feeling his disappointment like a blow to the chest. She felt guilt, and yet- What had he expected? Stealth hadn't been an option given Signe's entrance, and diplomacy was not a strong suit of theirs either. The scars that battered them told that much..
The scout sheathed her hatchet, snaps clicking audibly at the will of her sickly green teke. "Aye.." she gave him an apologetic glance before her eyes flickered to the scout, Veresk. He marched before his peers and announced his understanding of them- buying them a reprieve from the palpable tension in the air. The dagger-like stares didn't stop but at least weapons were effectively lowered. Synn lifted her head, ears still tilting back as a spotted heathen started stirring the pot again. They seemed pretty adamant about uncovering their past despite what the bay fellow had said about them, wasn't an explanation from their own enough? Synn had to admit he was either quite brave or quite stupid for standing up for their little troope, nonetheless... she was grateful.
"Mmm.." the dappled mare hummed under her breath, pelt itching upon her back where sweat had begun to dry despite the rain. The iron was still hot it seemed, and Synn looked at Cerys for answers. If any of them had a sliver of diplomatic perception it was Ansgar's wife. Synn realized the the white-grey with the braids in his mane looked a bit like... Ramm- sans the horn. But when he spoke his voice was distinctly different, authoritative. The iron cooled when he reprimanded his brethren, particularly the mouthy youngling at his side.
He must've been a leader- a Shield perhaps? "Disperse!" came his command, and just like that the gathered began to trickle away into the mist.
Safe for now it seemed, Synn released a breath she wasn't aware she'd been holding and gingerly stepped away from the defensive stance over Signe and nudged the filly towards Cerys. Synn glanced back at the three raiders, Ulrich, Ansgar and the white-grey Shield.
"Stone beneath your hooves-" a blessing, War-Forged by nature but a phrase of Kaia's good grace. quite a change from what they'd been hearing. The grey huntress prayed to the Goddesses it would last. It was then that Synn looked over at Veresk and the mare dipped her head, mouthing a 'Thank you,' before turning her attention back to Cerys and the children. "I'm sorry- Are you alright?"
She felt her heart clench. A parent's fear for their children was fierce- but either she nor Ulrich had made things easier.
Post | 5WC | 486 - Synn feels kinda bad - Gets the growlies when Tobias talks. - Gets the fuzzies when Lark talks. - Sends Veresk a Thank You note for being a champ. - Approaches Cerys with apologies and her little shit daughter. She'll have to apologize to angry captain later. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2018 23:01:33 GMT -6
ansgar Ansgar remained silent as another stranger suddenly spoke up - a flash of recognition jolted through him (something too distant to truly focus on, however) - and his attention turned to the gray stallion as he commanded the raiders surrounding them.
The painted one by his side - Tobias - suddenly reminded him of Ulrich, and another wave of anger washed through him. Impulsive, foolish children. Far too eager to spill blood without thinking of the consequences.
Just as he was about to gather his own crew to leave, the opposing leader of the Forged group addressed him. Ansgar dipped his head slightly, offering a gruff thank you as he caught Signe moving out of the corner of his eye. Synn stayed at her side, and he turned away as she neared Cerys and Keldan.
He would speak with both her and Ulrich later - away from enemies.
There was a brief moment of silence, and just as it seemed they could split from this curses town with their heads intact, Ansgar spoke up.
They had come here for a reason - he wasn’t going to just leave.
“Are you attempting to salvage what you can from this place?” He finally sheathed his own sword and took a step forward. “We could try to help - make up for the disturbance our presence has caused.” 5 | 225 |
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Post by tarriedsea on Aug 8, 2018 13:41:33 GMT -6
 Lark War Forged | Shield
Lark felt more at ease when the stallion sheathed his sword. Though they didn’t appear to be foes, it was always nice to speak to someone not on the defensive.
“I’m afraid thieves have done most of the salvaging of small goods,” Lark responded. “Though our purpose here is to rebuild. I don’t know what you’ve heard of Holmsa- strange things happened here last year.”
His mind flickered back to the conversation with Tobias earlier. Did everyone in Onea know what happened here, or were some places still too far for the news to reach? How much did anyone know at this point?
"You're welcome to help if you're able, though it's not obligated. You have a long way to travel still." He was slightly jealous that the group was heading toward his home, as he was stuck in this godforsaken ghost town.
"Though if you insist, I'm sure one of the Raiders here can point you to a job." With a pointed look at Tobias and a glance at Veresk telling the pair to watch them, Lark strode back to where he had been hauling timber.
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Post by hey-stardust on Aug 9, 2018 0:30:48 GMT -6
 CERYS | BLOODY FLANKS | MERCHANT
We’ll never get it back, but we’ll try
some things are best left behind.
Her gaze flicked briefly over to Ansgar, catching his eye and taking in the shadows of apprehension that flitted across his face, but said nothing as they hurried to another section of the desolate town, attuned to the ruckus and fearing the worst.
They didn't need to speak to confide in one another their feelings over the current situation.
Cerys pulled up short at the sight taking place before them, stomach lurching and turning to shield Keldan from the potential fray once more; letting Ansgar take the lead, watching as he almost barrelled Ulrich over in his fury at the colt's blatant disregard of his marching orders.
To her surprise, one of the Forged had come to their aid in the meantime, seemingly finding his voice in amongst the chaos, ordering the team to stand down...
and with a jolt, she realised she recognised him.
The unicorn felt some of her anxiety shift as the grey stallion also called for the others to disperse, sensing their disappointment as their chance to draw blood dwindled, and at the work they would have to resume.
"Veresk... It is good to see you again." She murmured quietly as he passed, bowing her head respectfully at the - almost - stranger; he had barely said anything that night back in the cave, but it was a memory she would never forget.
Turning her attention back to her fellow herdmates, she touched Synn's neck in greeting as the scout moved close to her side, herding a rueful Signe in front of her. "Yes, thank you, my friend."
She would leave the chastising for later, away from prying eyes.
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Aug 9, 2018 13:49:18 GMT -6
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"Humanity is not Honor-"
The tension of the situation began to fade once the group of raiders had dispersed to return to the work that needed to be done. Green eyes watched after them briefly, wondering. Did these raiders know the family of blacksmiths? Ramm and Daegan's father? Years had passed. It was likely that after so long no one would recognize her. Even more likely her family had been forgotten- like herself- maybe outcasted after the incident. It wouldn't be too far a stretch to say that they could pass as a family of Forged.. Fly under the radar.
What would Ramm think? To see her as she was now?
At Cerys' touch Synn returned the sentiment and gave a dip of her head before turning to face the stallions. She looked to Ansgar pointedly- if they had so far to go, perhaps lingering would be a greater risk than anything. Unless perhaps they could resupply somewhere in between but that didn't seem all too probable. Even more pressing was the fact that Iska and Lorian were still back at camp, likely wondering where they were.
But, if his point was to build some sort of trust.. well, then the scout wondered if he was in his right mind at all. Let them be skeptical, she thought. "Shouldn't we keep moving..?" She murmured to Cerys. Synn would rather brave another day or so of eating meadow grass and drinking from the river than possibly getting into more trouble. Hell, she'd carry one of the twins on her back if that's what it took- it wouldn't be the first time.
Yet, it wasn't up to her. She'd put in the work, sure. But she didn't have to be happy about it.
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Post by akitapup on Aug 9, 2018 15:07:57 GMT -6
ULRICH
BLOODY FLANKS
Ulrich watched the crowd settle, mulling over the bitter feelings that were quick to grow inside after Ansgar pushed him back into rank. He wasn’t a complete idiot- he caught his mentor’s rage, but he truthfully, he didn’t quite understand it. Some grey old man was charging Synn, what was he supposed to do, sit back? It felt he had even earned Cerys and Synn’s judgment, and he started to feel like a colossal disappointment. Snorting, he stepped backward, head hanging low.
He only raised his head to glare at the outspoken appaloosa, and bit back a retort. If the kid wanted to push the matter, Ulrich would fight against it, no matter who’s disapproval he earned. Yet, he kept his mouth shut, pawing at the cold grass under his hooves.
“… I’m sure one of the Raiders here can point you to a job.”
Ulrich’s ears perked slightly when the slightly smaller, and lighter grey spoke before turning around to do his work again. No use moping around, Ulrich figured, and he strode cautiously to Veresk. A familiar face was far more comforting than that of a stranger.
“Well then,” he mumbled, voice shaky. “Care to show me how I can help?” He cocked his head, offering an uneasy smile. If Ansgar wanted them to be put to work, then so be it.
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Post by mariahwhy on Aug 11, 2018 20:49:49 GMT -6
Toby | Raider
Toby opened his mouth to protest Lark's dismissal of his questions, but snapped it shut again with an audible click as the shield continued talking. How could he just let these strangers come in, one of them obviously creating a ruckus with one of the other raiders, and not even try to get proof that they were who they said they were? Angrily he yanked his spear from the ground, and shoved it back into its wraps on his armor. He sulked behind Lark, glaring daggers at the others (and Veresk the whole time). The one chance for fun he had today and it was ruined. And it certainly wasn't any better when he was ordered, very pointedly to help them join in their boring work. Great! Just what he needed! Add some intruders to the boring work and make it ten times as frustrating! But he couldn't speak his disagreement. That was one of the reasons, he figured, that he was here and not down in Serora fighting. So he'd been trying to work on it, but these strangers and his leader's poor decision sure didn't make it easy. With a grumble he lingered for a moment near Lark, before approaching the group. The young paint stallion of their group was already asking how he could help, and Toby stood watching, but not offering any instruction. Let Veresk deal with them, if he found them so friendly. But Toby would not take his eyes from them. Bunch of thieves, probably, trying to sneakily find if they've missed any goods. Why else would they want to help with these tedious chores?
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 20, 2018 13:59:16 GMT -6
Congratulations on completing your plot!
Full rewards to Ansgar, Lark, Synn, Ulrich, Tobias, Veresk, Cerys
Half rewards to Signe
Suspicious of each other you may be, but you can't deny that working together you manage to spread out the work more efficiently and easily. Ansgar's group grows increasingly nervous however, especially upon the revelation that only an equine with a Holy earth blessing could have caused the destruction. Ansgar's group slips away in the early morning fog, leaving the Forged with more questions than answers, and a persisting sense of unease. |
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