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Post by Diregull on Jul 11, 2018 12:05:29 GMT -6
♔ If you don't love me
then I ain't gonna give it up Stupid stallion that just couldn't see when Sarim was right! Really, this entire thing was absurd, Sarim shouldn't have even been out here in the first place. Why couldn't Omar just admit that and apologize to him, who was clearly the wronged party! At hearing that Omar wasn't rich at all, Sarim's daydream of getting-richer-quicker burst as soon as it appeared, but he did take the opportunity to roll his eyes. "Are you implying that I'm cheap? Why, I'm probably one of the highest-paid courtesans here! No matter what price your smelly hide bought for, there's no way you could have even afforded five minutes with me!" Sarim's gaze swept greedily over the brand that Omar showcased, and he found himself wishing Omar was still on the market... But alas. If he was, he wouldn't be here now, would he?
Sarim tried to adjust his back, finding that the stone stairs were starting to get more than uncomfortable as Omar barked a reply to Jasmine. Bless her, really, but even her charm and wills wouldn't get through the oaf's thick skull. His ears pinned back, however, when Jasmine hissed at him to apologize, taking the stern you-know-and-I-know-that-I-know-better-than-you voice that Sarim knew it was impossible to fight against. He at least had enough moxie to swish his head back to Omar and hiss, "Princess Shitsparkle? You're such a co--" The words died in his throat as soon as Omar wiped the blood from his cheek, reminding Sarim in a stern voice how he had hurt himself. The strangely caring gesture, combined with the insult, made Sarim's legs turn to jelly and heat to bloom in his inner ears. Hastily he got back to his feet from under Omar, prancing up the steps to Jasmine's side and looking over at Omar from his shoulder.
"Ugh, fine, whatever, only because the slave trader is screaming at us and so are other horses. I'm sorry," Sarim said, in the way a little kid says sorry when they don't actually mean it. He may have mouthed something under his breath too, but as he looked up Jasmine was taking off. With a crack of his tail Sarim sped off after her. He had no idea where Gil was, and at this point, he had given up on his client ever trying to find him through the crowd and now... The line of Chevaliers.
Sarim whimpered, sticking to Jasmine's side and cowering in her shadow, less like an adult and more like a foal. "Fuck, I really can't go back to prison," He whined, pawing the ground nervously as his gaze swept over the mares close to him. "You guys have a plan, right? Right?" That was not hysteria tinging his voice as he looked between Jasmine, Hawthorne, Airita, and Alarik, and he sincerely hoped the rest of them came up with a plan. If Sarim thought he had any shot in hell of running away, he would do so right now.
"My client could probably get rid of them," Sarim hissed. "If I had any idea where he was...." Alright so, maybe Sarim still wasn't over it, but right now they could really use Gil's sleazy charms. coded by pinn @ thqPost 4 | 558 | No worries!!!
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Post by brittlewren on Jul 13, 2018 2:09:20 GMT -6
ÉTAÍN
She could swear time had skipped, as if Argus had been slapped in the face by some otherworldly being. She’d scarcely glanced away, and looked back at the group of equines to find the scene to have escalated quite dramatically. That golden unicorn had wormed his way out from underneath the chestnut brute, and now the dark unicorn - who had previously been emptying the contents of the bank - stood beside him, and appeared to be shooting cool remarks at the draft. She could make an interesting ally, assuming she was a noble. A paint mare had also joined the lot. The grey mare who’d initiated the riot with her moving speech had cut in to the fray, and was now no doubt berating them for their poor choice in adversaries. Not to mention that gutter scum dun was also defending the “boy” from what she could make out from the knives scattered around him and bared blade. That, and a shimmering globe seemed to surround him. Forcefield? He was either blessed or his weapon was imbued, either way great for him.
Her ears twitched, the marching of hooves drawing her attention. The chevaliers emerged from the smoke, bearing shields before them in an attempt to corral the people. The group had also noticed. Flaring her nostrils, she cursed her lack of combat experience. Her tiny dagger was practically useless, and at most she could twist out of the way of blows, but she certainly couldn’t do any damage to the chevalier’s wall. Weaving to the dun’s side, she pressed her ears back and shot him a look. “If you can't use that thing better than the knife then Ignacio help us all.” She knew she was vulnerable, and her whole body wanted to retch at the thought. “Any bright ideas?” She hissed, gripping the dagger tighter as the chevaliers breached the wave of rioters. Lifting her head, she hurriedly glanced around for potential exits. Going to jail wasn’t exactly on her agenda, and it would not do her any favours.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jul 14, 2018 15:50:42 GMT -6
Gil
Gil glanced back at the chaos behind him. "Shit!" he laughed at the scenario unfolding. "That could have gone better."
Waves of rioters were being shoved with shields, easily overwhelmed by the trained warriors now that they had united together. They were engulfing the square, spread across and advancing. Gil watched with sharp eyes as escape routes were overwhelmed by the chevaliars. He heard Deidra yell about some more, and Sarim whine about going to jail. Well, no matter how this ended, Gil told himself, he wasn't about to be tossed in prison because some stupid casteist rioters and their damn slaves.
When Etain slipped in next to him, Gil looked only mildly surprised. Gil had gotten good at reading people over the years, and the mare's voice was terse. He smiled his underbite smile at her. "I got a few," he shrugged, spinning the imbued sword in his grip. He turned to the congregation that included the two new strangers, Deidra, Sarim, Omar and the rest. He motioned for Etain to follow and slinked over. The big firebreather... Gil was quick to notice he was exhausting, large sword drooping. Scooping a cigar from his satchel, Gil lifted it to Omar's steaming nostril and lit the tip ablaze. "Even if you wore yourself out earlier, you got a little juice left. I'm going to use that in a second to get us out of here." Gil puffed thoughtfully. "And take this," he sighed, pulling a business card from his pocket. Gil tucked it into the collar of Omar's cape.
Satisfied, Gil lifted his new sword, shrugged one final time, and slammed it into the adjacent oil lamp, one of the many that lined the roads of Valore. The square was surrounded by them. From where the blade embedded, fuel began spurting out, draining onto the cobblestones. Gil theatrically lifted his cigar away from the fountain, hoping that he got the point across to these idling goons. Don't light it too soon.
Gil looked between the group. "A few more posts look like they could use a good smashing, if you're picking up what I mean." With that, Gil's lips closed around his cigar, and he backed away from where the oil was lacing across cobblestone, creating a stream separating the square in two: the group of one side, and the chevaliers on the other. Behind the group, there were alleys and buildings to escape into... Gil expected that any roads behind them would soon fill with more chevaliers. He, personally, would look for a different way out than running the gauntlet. Even now his eyes were on the bank that Jasmine had just smashed, a balcony there that would make getting onto the roofs a good bit easier. A greasy smile spread on his face. Maybe he'd pick up a few shards on the way out.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 16, 2018 7:38:19 GMT -6
 DeidraFuck AodhWell that turned out better then she had honestly excepted. Deidra held most in low regards, having already been into jail for such a defying act, money talked and she was able to walk out with ease. Though the others? Well she figured they'd turn tail and flee at the first sight of actual trouble. To know that they could be seen, could be picked out from a crowd and thrown in jail. It gave her a bit of hope that the citizens of Aodh was not to be trifled with.
As she watched the group reform closely around, now all learning to depend on each other instead of fighting each other. A nice common goal for the group. Deidra nodded as ideas where tossed up. "Good when we break them up with the chaos, use your gift to make them turn on each for a moment." She remarked to Jasmine, let the confusion be their downfall. "Also use your gift to blind them for a short second this will be our time to escape and perhaps not have all our faces memorized." she spoke to Airita
Hawthrone spoke and Deidra had a faint smirk on her lips. "Exactly, I'll use my spear a final time here, a way to get us out of here. We have to work together on this if we want to escape jail for now, or atleast perhaps have a chance to plead for our lives for not being caught in scene of the crime."
Eyes watched as Sarim pleaded for some sort of plan and Dedira had to remind herself not to scold of reprimand others here. "Yes we are in the works of one. You won't go to jail, unless someone here puts you in it." she remarked. Deidra was normally not much for being a voice that spoke warmly and with delight. No she truly lacked a bit of compassion in her life.
More began to gather in their small makeshift group as another asked for an idea. "Working in it." she remarked with a nod. Though soon Gil was there and making some remarks and Deidra remained standing there, seeing as to what he was gesturing and nodded all the more. "Good plan, the oil will burn longer and better then my spear could ever make. If needed, I'll use my spear to toss it into the oil trail, should be enough to separate them, the you two use your gifts quickly and we can get the hell out of here." she remarked to the group. "Anyone else want to add into the confusion and chaos for them?" she asked with a arched
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 16, 2018 15:05:49 GMT -6
Omar snorted a cloud of smoke, listening to the shouting protests in a mixture of anger and amusement. At least he shut the hell up. The apology made his nose wrinkle, one brow raising and the other furrowing deeply. Kaia above, that was the same type of tone Rona used when she was apologizing. Fuckin' brat didn't even mean it. Gods above.
Huffing, Omar lifted his sword again, "Good 'nough." He gruffly replied, his attention sharply getting caught by a grey mare. Fuckin'... The Chevaliers got together now... Looking between the approaching wall of shields and the grey mare, Omar pinned his ears. He didn't have the money to get out of jail, he knew that. He was better off than he used to, but he still was only working as a bouncer, he didn't exactly have the occupation--or the status, to get out of jail easily. Shit... He wouldn't even put it past them to try and keep him in jail intentionally because of his history.
Taking up his stance, only backing up a single step, his gaze flicked to the red mare. Turn on each other? A blessing. Hm. That could work... Processing the situation, and the knowledge coming in, a small figure and- The hell, that was tobacco right up his fuckin' nose?! Stomping his foot, Omar's head snapped to stare down at the smaller equine, an overwhelming urge to puff a cloud of smoke in his face threatening to take over him, or to just step on him like a cockroach. No. Keep it together, shit was getting bad now. He focused on what the pony was saying. Going to use- He lowered his sword slightly, staring down at the card that had found a place into his cloak. What in Kaia's graces was that.
Shaking his head, he put it out of his mind for now, watching the much smaller sword be lifted and smashed into the oil lamp, his ears pricking in realization. He sucked in a breath, swallowing and trying to put a lid on his blessing, the glow from his chest and throat fading slightly. Again looking to the grey mare, Omar grunted lightly. "If your spear doesn't light it, I can. I can try to knock some holes in their ranks to disorient them." He kicked his front foot lightly, a small spike erupting from the earth.
Alright. "Smash those lanterns, get that oil out, either she," he gestured to Deidra, "or I can light it whenever the time is right. I'll see what I can do to slow 'em down or break ranks, if anyone else is up for it, feel free to join me! Shout when the oil should get lit, that way we all can get the hell outta dodge." He huffed. "Ignacio, you better keep our asses from getting torched..." He muttered to himself before striding forward, starting to channel his second blessing. It was less powerful, less controlled, but he still managed to make a spike erupt with enough force to send a shield, and chevalier, flying backwards. Not the one he aimed for, but it was... Close enough. He feared he might have struck the Chevalier too hard, but he saw them stirring, dizzy and falling onto their side, but still alive.
He sucked in a breath, drawing from his remaining energy. Careful. He had to have enough energy to still run away once things got going. Reaching into the earth, he encouraged another spike to burst up, this one only pushing one of the Chevaliers back, their hooves skidding and screeching on the stone before hurrying back into formation. Fuck.
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Post by Spectre on Jul 16, 2018 21:05:01 GMT -6
Zenia;Adoh | Architect
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
As soon as her new companion turned away, Zenia threw herself back into the fray. Only letting out a harsh and low cackle, "Then I don't want to know what you do for a living!" She shouted back. Though her words were lost in the chaos. She then spun around on her heel and lunged forward into the next set of chevaliers, the wolf and dog not to far behind.
How the hell Zenia even managed to survive this long alluded her. She guessed it was Ignacio's divine grace and the two familiars that defended her golden hide. It was all adrenaline and fury, she would come to laugh at the young chevalier's terrified face years later. She only flicked her head away from battle at the enraged shout at her companion, seeing him curse off a unicorn. A part of her laughed. Though not for long.
Soon enough she bashed back the chevaliers and began to slink back to the group where her new acquaintance stood. She whipped her head around and whistled for Ace to follow -who had somehow gotten a broken chevalier sword handle in his grasp- and motioned for the wolf to come along as well. She slinked up to the group and put herself next to her new acquaintance, petting the wolf and thanking it quietly as everyone talked. Perking up at the sound of distraction.
Zenia cleared her throat. "I know, that I myself am not going to be very useful in the initial dash of fighting off, but this furball-" She motioned to the doberman happily munching away at the wood, said furball paused and looked up from his activity "-seems to do very well at distracting and hitting key points. He was trained for this sort of thing. I've also noticed the chevaliers really don't know how to deal with a target like him. He could follow up the blessings with his own brand of chaos, i.e. barking and nipping? I seriously don't know how I can help, but I offer up Ace if you wanna use him."
Just as she finished her tangent, her companion whipped around and began to advance. She paused for a brief moment before sighing and walking up beside him. "I've been with you this long, might was well stick with the stallion who has a knack for bashing heads. By the way, your familiar was a great help. I would probably be captured if it weren't for him. So in all earnest, thank you." With that Zenia turned her head away and glared at the advancing wall. She grasped her new spear as Ace stood in front of her and growled.
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Post by Diregull on Jul 17, 2018 13:08:50 GMT -6
♔ If you don't love me
then I ain't gonna give it up Speak of the devil and he shall appear. No sooner had the hidden insult/plea left Sarim's lips that Gil slithered his way back to the group, with the new light of his eye in tow. There was no mistaking the way Sarim glared at Etain, nostrils flaring as he snorted, tail lashing behind him. What did she really have on him, the self-proclaimed best Courtesan in the Pearl? His gaze raked down her form, trying to find a flaw in all those swirls. A terse breath blew past Sarim's muzzle before he swung his head in Gil's direction.
"Hey, you," Sarim hissed at Gil, taking a half-step away from Jasmine's side. "Where the fuck were you when I was almost trampled by some psycho--" His jaw dropped, words caught in the middle of his sentence as he watched Gil so brazenly approach said stallion who had almost killed him, or worse, and not only light a cigar off his nostril, but tuck his card into the folds of Omar's clothes. Sarim leaned forward, eyes narrowed to slits, though his black legs remained close to touching Jasmine. "Lose that card," Sarim hissed. "He's mine, I don't need you intruding your big ass on whatever-the-fuck Gil thinks you can do for him that I already provide." With a flash of sticking his tongue out, Sarim retreated back firmly to Jasmine's side, just in time to meet the gaze of Diedra as she addressed him.
Sarim managed to look both ruffled and insulted, puffing his chest out and rolling his shoulders so his gems clinked together, his tail almost tying itself in knots. "Don't put me in jail," He grumbled, ears pinning back. "I didn't do anything..." He adverted his gaze away from Diedra, even if he tensed and twitched in his spot.
He watched the plan start to unfold in front of him, as everyone began to offer up dogs and breaking things and blessings. Sarim glared up at the sky, wondering if perhaps now Ignacio would recognize the moral peril Sarim was in and realize that he would have to protect his most perfect creation, but... Nothing happened. He sighed, closing his eyes briefly. 'Stupid kirin. You're gonna regret this whenever I get a chance to talk to you.' Take that, gods.
With a toss of his head, Sarim focused back on the congregation around him, and the oil running freely between the cobblestone paths. Sarim backed hastily, curling his tail close to him as fright started to seep its cold fingers down his legs. Were they going to blow up the Merchant District? No, no, they couldn't be that stupid--
Sarim looked at Gil, the gleam in his eye and the smoke wreathing his head.
Aw, fuck. They were that stupid.
"There's no way we can run from this, can we Jasmine?" The tone in Sarim's voice was resigned, devoid of his earlier whining. His breaths came in panicked bursts, and he pressed himself firmly to Jasmine's side, brushing his tail against her flank, trying to derive some sense of safety out of her demeanor and presence. If anyone could get them out of this, it... well, it was going to be through the rest of the horses assembled, but Sarim knew he wasn't going to like a single damn moment of it. coded by pinn @ thqPost 5 | 554
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Post by promsong on Jul 17, 2018 13:44:45 GMT -6
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asmine had her instructions given by the other mare and while she wasn't one to take orders from people, she knew better than to argue at that moment. As everyone got their own tasks so that they could effectively wipe out the Chevaliers and maintain their freedom, she watched Sarim begin to argue. She couldn't figure why he was so obsessed with this man Gil and while she wanted to be mean and snap at him, she had been there once before. He was also quite worried about going to jail, as they all were at that moment. A part of her felt obligated to protect him, like a mother bear would her vulnerable cubs. She certainly did not have the stature of a bear, yet Sarim huddled close to her for 'protection'. Her attention had to be pulled away from him momentarily as she focused on what her own task was - cause havoc between the Chevaliers. Her eyes fell upon their many numbers and within 15 seconds, their demeanours changed. They were no longer looking to imprison the rioters, but rather their own team. Now that her part was done, she began to step back as she looked over at Sarim. "Now is not the time to worry about your boyfriend, he does not give a shit about you," she sighed. She hated to be the one to say it, but someone had to tell him. "There's no point in trying to run, darling," she said softly. Looking up at him, she shook her head. "No one would forget a face like yours." Jasmine giggled under her breath and continued to be in the way of the flammable oil and the palomino Courtesan. She was by no means selfless, still, she saw herself in him no matter how hard she pretended she didn't. Would she have turned out any different if she had had someone like her eight years ago? ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jul 17, 2018 18:12:08 GMT -6
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Alarik | MerchantPost 3
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The stallion nodded at Arita. “I don’t think I have a choice whether I’m up for this or not.” He proclaimed. His tone all the more serious. Continuing from behind the counter and followed close behind the mare out onto the bridge towards the main square. But not before locking up. Not that would help much if someone threw a brick through the window. Kigo followed the stallion closely. His nails scratching along the cobbled street.
Glass shards almost blew up into his face. Arita thankfully pushing him out of the way of any debris and the three equines lunging in front of their path. Obvious by their attire, lesser scoundrels and commoners. The stallion blushed at the mares sudden touch. Stammering out a “Thanks.” Alarik kept himself from saying profanities under his breath at the trio. Allowing them to pass abruptly. They weren’t his objective. They took to action quickly. Dropping wares that they couldn’t hold while fighting. He could feel Arita’s questioning gaze over the dropped item. He glanced at her sheepishly. His ears against his neck and eyes wide. He didn’t want to raid or pillage. It was immoral to him. But technically they didn’t steal anything. It was laying on the street. And they could always return it, right? The stallion nodded at her in agreeance as if they were thinking the same thing. Before she shrugged and grabbed something from the cobbles. He doing the same. Picking up a single throwing knife. It was better than nothing.
He heard Arita gasp or perhaps yelp before just catching the sight of a Chevalier coming at her. There was a bright flash of light that blinded the Chestnut for a second. Causing him to shut his eyes in discomfort and almost tripping over his white mutt. He heard a metallic thud. Causing him to open his eyes again. The chevalier lay on the ground, dazed and just as shocked as he was. “That was badass!” Alarik said in amazement. Only half understanding what happened.
Alarik dashed forward keeping to the mares side, heading for the gathering of Commoners clearing having a hard time between both the guards and themselves. He didn’t know any of them to be fair. He recognized a face or two but didn’t know names. He kept himself quite. His input would advance the group forward. He watched as the Chevaliers began gathering again. This was bad. He didn’t want to fight them. He knew for sure he would get hurt or worse. He didn’t want to lend up in jail either. OR EATEN BY SOLA.
Alarik swallowed hard. Looking at the group and seeing what everyone could contribute. “Uhh I don’t know what I can give. I have umm ….Telepathy.” His voice getting a little quieter as he was a little bit shameful of his blessing. “I.. I don’t think I can do much with that. But the sword” His deep green teke formed around the hilt of Raynon’s sword. “It’s imbued with Fire Manipulation or something. I can make a decent sized wall or barrier for a short amount of time. Long enough to let us get away.” Though he wasn’t sure he could make it work. After all it was attuned with Ray, not him. He silenced himself. Aiming his gaze at the slave trader. Wondering if he was even worth two crystal shards to the groups survival. He hoped to Argus he could do something remotely helpful. Jail wouldn’t suit him well, that's for sure.
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Post by inke-ri on Jul 19, 2018 22:33:41 GMT -6
Airita || Commoner
[Has Fire Manip lvl 2 | Using a Light Manip imbued spear]
Dear Ignacio, what the hell had she just walked into?
Apparently there was a courtesan arguing with a horse with a rather heavy voice that reminded her of the Onean traders, this other guy that seemed to be the object of their affections/causing all that strife, and a couple other people around doing... She wasn't entirely sure what. Shouldn't they be focusing on the Chevaliers?!
Yep. She definitely should have stayed home.
Despite the little spat though, everyone seemed to know what to do in a pinch because they were able to come up with a relatively solid plan fairly quickly. Funny how the focus still seemed to be in the threesome's love life though. Airita rolled her eyes, more and more agitated, and nodded after the red unicorn shut who appeared to be a Courtesan down. "Yes, yes, can you and the big guy decide who's gonna sleep with the smoking fella over there later please? Take this to a more private place maybe? Ya know, after we are able to escape those chevaliers over there and not get thrown in jail? Or like, get eaten by a dragon?!"
Airita huffed, letting out a puff of smoke and deciding to ignore whatever response her comment had sparked... It was a good thing she had managed a good control of her blessing recently, with all that oil already on the ground. Considering how nervous those horses were making her feel, the fact that she hadn't set fire to anything already was a victory in itself. "Anyway, yes, big guy-" she called to the War Forged-sounding stallion, "if needed I can also help light that up with my blessing." She looked at Deidra. "Unless we're forced to retreat I'd suggest letting us light the oil and keep your last charge as a last resort."
It was a suggestion, and Airita didn't bother to know if the mare had accepted it or not. Pushing down the hysteria- those Chevaliers were getting awfully close- the mare lifted her spear, and, with a grunt, sunk it into another lantern, watching the oil spill from it and wishing it would spread faster. She was only half-listening when Alarik piped up.
"Maybe it's best if you keep that a secret. We might need to use it to create a second barrier if they break through this one." She called to the chestnut stallion... That probably sounded bossy. Give her a break, she's really trying not to freak out even if she's not doing such a good job at it. "I'm open to any suggestions tho." Airita added as an apology. She pointed with her spear to another lantern. "Can somebody get that one?" With another smoky huff, she pierced her lantern again, shaking and breaking it as much as possible.
While the oil spread further onto the pavement, Airita scanned the area for possible escape routes. Taking to the streets would be too dangerous, but there was an overturned cart they could indeed use to climb up to the rooftops. The mare wasn't exactly sure if this would make anything easier but she was willing to try. Airita really really didn't enjoy being in crazed crowds such as this one. The last time she had been in one- the first time she stumbled across Alarik in fact- she had been in complete and utter panic. This situation was awfully familiar in all the wrong ways, so being able to think coherently was a feat she would be particularly proud of if Airita had been calm. Even if she was snapping at random strangers at this point.
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Post by brittlewren on Jul 24, 2018 5:54:36 GMT -6
ÉTAÍN
Moving towards a stationary group seemed leagues away from a sensible idea, and yet she had no other ideas - she would quickly lose the questionable protection the stallion offered if she hesitated. Quickening her pace as he began to slip from view, she hurriedly returned to his side. As they approached the small gathering, Étaín's eyes flittered over the equines present. She had seen the large chestnut stallion from across the square, and had watched his belittling of the pale unicorn companion. The others she'd noticed had scarcely moved, but three new equines had joined the cacaphony. Most of them were disinteresting, but the palomino mare seemed to know her way around the chaos. That, and her doberman companion had allegedly proven himself useful. Delicately adjusting the collar on her coat, she turned the dagger over in her teke, watching the dull orange light dance across the steel. She didn't miss the pale unicorn's pouting glare, and quirked a brow at his tantrum before turning her attention elsewhere. The small 'performance' put on by the dun, from stuffing a card into the chestnut collar and smashing the oil lantern, was a suitable distraction from the heat of jealousy. This in turn prompted another spew of possessive hysteria from the unicorn. Gods, they were practically a child.
Plans of action were offered from the other equines present, and delicately stacked before the fleabitten mare. "I'm clearly of little use to smashing lanterns," She returned pointedly, gesturing to her small stature with the tip of the dagger. Truthfully, she didn't fancy the idea of splattering her coat in sticky oil. She could only imagine how hard it would be to scrub the stain clean. "However I can attempt to draw a chevalier away, or at least distract them, should they try to stop one of you from breaking a lamp." She glanced over at the large chestnut briefly, acknowledging he would be much more intimidating to the Chevaliers. "That is, if they even see that as something worthwhile pursuing." Watching the muscled brute canter back into the fray, she doubted it. Especially considering he possessed two blessings.
The unicorn was whining again, to his friend Jasmine. How long they'd known eachother was anyone's guess. Sighing, she stepped a pace back, away from the oil that snaked between them, greedily consuming the ground beneath their hooves. "Noone would forget how often he complains, either." The shattering of another lantern made her flinch, and she turned to motion to the dun. "Those shards aren't going to pocket themselves."
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jul 24, 2018 7:16:00 GMT -6
Gil
Gil had to admit, he was impressed with how well everyone came together. It made him feel... amused to have contributed to their escape. He had little interest in them, their riot, or if they got captured. The only exception may have been Etain. Her company at his side both surprised and entertained him.
"He's a constant headache," the stallion agreed, using his teke to push back a loose piece of hair. "He'll be fine and screaming about this later, I'm sure." His eyes lingered on Etain before following her gaze to the shards littering the ground. "Two hooves are better than one," he shrugged coyly, and slipped towards the bank.
"Unless you wanted to take your chances with that group of mor--"
Just as Gil was about to take another puff of his cigar, a rogue chevalier, likely run up from one of the other streets connecting to the square opposite of the living wall, lunge from the milling bodies of panicked rioters. Gil ducked under the strike and threw himself up, ramming the Chevalier in their unguarded lower chest and knocking the air out of them momentarily. The older stallion sucked in a sharp breath of air as the edge of the soldiers chestplate cut into his back. Quick as a viper, Gil reached for a shard off the ground, and swiped it at the chevalier. There was a sharp cry of pain as it dug into the horse's ribs, hardly deep enough to cause too much damage. Still, it was enough of a strike to send them back into the fray of writhing bodies and give Gil a few more moments. No cigars were lost, thank the gods. "Chevaliers at 6 o'clock!" he snapped at no one in particular. His bloodshot gaze sought out Etain again, to be sure that she wasn't having a hard time with that tiny dagger of hers.
The shards beneath him were mostly forgotten, excluding the few he snatched to get himself a coffee after this was over. "I don't know about anyone else but I'm getting the hell out of dodge." No point in hanging around to see the product of his great plan. To stay in a group only made it easier getting caught. Or blamed.
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Post by Diregull on Jul 25, 2018 12:36:50 GMT -6
♔ If you don't love me
then I ain't gonna give it up Despite the absolute chaos around them, Jasmine's words brought a small beacon of comfort to his panic-stricken mind. Sarim smiled at her, ears splaying to the side as a faint blush colored his cheeks. "You sometimes make me wish I wasn't as gay as a rainbow girl," he said warmly, before turning his attention back to the chaos unfolding around them. "We're gonna party after this like it's 1699, assuming we all make it out." At the very least, Sarim assumed that some of them were. He'd be damned otherwise.
His gaze snapped to Airita, as if he had the blessing for heat vision and could light her on fire on the spot. His muzzle curled up into a half-snarl as he debated what kind of tongue lashing to give her, but hell, he needed to save that for Gil. "Not my lover, dear," He settled for instead. Look, he liked Gil as a client, but he would rather light himself on fire than actually take Gil on outside of their business. At least her partner, the chestnut stallion Alarik, would give her something to worry about, as he looked just about as freaked out as Sarim felt.
Which of course meant that Etain had to join in on the session. Sarim rolled his eyes at her, but there was a stomp in her direction, puffing his chest out as if he could defend Jasmine at all. "No one asked for your opinion," he growled to Etain. Ignacio was this unicorn absolutely almost making him wish that they would get caught by Chevaliers... Except for the fact that both he and Jasmine would end up in prison, and Sarim really did not want that. Now, if he had a way for him and Jazz to escape this awful mess.... Which didn't seem like was going to happen, as Sarim yelped once a stray Chevalier attacked Gil, getting himself out of the way and pressing against Jasmine, hoping she did so as well.
"I don't know about anyone else but I'm getting the hell out of dodge."
Sarim's ears perked to Gil, head whipped in his direction like a pointer dog. Tail lashed and cracked in the air as several strands of thought crashed into each-other, leaving Sarim's muzzle in a stream-of-consciousness blabber. "Fuck! He'd rat us out if it saved himself-- If he escapes, he wouldn't give a shit what happened to the rest of us-- so long as he came out on top-- Don't let him leave!" No one else here knew Gil like he did-- a blessing and a curse.
His objective made clear, Sarim's gaze darted to the lamp Airita pointed at with her spear. He may have had no strength, but thankfully, his Uncle had trained him in all a matter of tricks, running Sarim through courses that made him perfectly in control of his own movements. He sprung like a deer, snatching the lamp with his teeth and landing perfectly on his hooves. With a toss of his head, Sarim threw the lamp in Gil's direction, watching the glass shatter and the oil spill near his hooves, amber liquid and glass shards catching rays of sunlight. Another flick of his tail, and Sarim scraped one of his gems against the cobblestone, sending a spark up. With a determined set of his jaw, he reared up, and slammed both his front hooves and the gems on either side of them against the glistening stones. Flames flickered along the oil, a hungry snake traveling between cracks.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 25, 2018 13:58:24 GMT -6
Omar's gaze flashed to the familiar mare for a brief moment when she took to his side once more. Hm. She could handle herself at least. He didn't mind her being there. "Save the thanks for when we're actually out of here and not trapped in a jail cell." He growled back, taking a few steps away from the approaching Chevaliers. Damnit. Focus! He needed to actually knock some out of the game entirely, not just shove them back. Yet, his energy was fading, and he had to somehow stay standing until it was time to light the oil. They had better be smashing the lamps like they were supposed to!
Flattened ears pricked once the Chevaliers stopped, and then began to turn on one another. Ah. That one mare had mentioned that she could do that. Good. Ears flicking wildly, Omar took note of what he heard. Lamps were being broken. Good. "Back up, we need to get back and into position to escape once the flames are lit while they're fighting among themselves." He barked to Zenia, whistling for Jarl to once again join his side before pivoting on his haunches and cantering back to the group... Just in time for him to hear the babbling from the fuckin' unicorn. Ratting them out? Sharply looking to the smaller stallion, the one who had put a card in his cloak, his gaze narrowed and teeth clenched. At first he approved of the unicorn going after the sleezy stallion, but as he watched more, a spike of panic jumped in his chest. He was going to fuck them all over!
"STOP!" He roared, beginning to charge forward in an attempt to throw the unicorn off his feet to stop the sparks. A blast of heat and flame surged up from the oil, and Omar skidded to a stop next to the unicorn, staring at the flames now behind them. Snarling, he turned his rage to Sarim once more. "Good FUCKING job, now we don't have a fucking exit!" He spat, shoving him roughly, ears flattened. Fuckin' hell. Sharply looking behind him at the Chevaliers, Omar snorted turning around and going to the oil in front of them, setting his front hoof on fire and stamping it into the small river, lighting the flames to separate them from the Chevaliers, and, begin setting them on fire. Stepping back and looking at the others, he set his jaw firmly. They needed an exit. He wasn't sure if his flame manipulation would be enough to open a passage. This wasn't his own fire...
"Alright, listen up, fuck nuts!" Omar shouted, lifting his head and sheathing his sword in its scabbard. "Thanks to this piece of shit right here, we're caught in a bit of a rough spot now!" He growled, casting a short glare to Sarim. "I might have an idea to get us out of here, but ya'll need to be FAST. I'm going to make a bridge over the flames with my earth manip, but hell if I know if it will last more than five minutes, or if it will keep anyone from getting burns! I don't want to hear jack SHIT about getting dirty, burned, or otherwise getting your precious coats ruined! If you don't like this option, feel free to meet the chevaliers once the flames die down and take your place in a cell!" Nostrils flaring, Omar shoved his way over to where the sleezy stallion was, giving him a short glare before staring at the flames.
Kaia give him strength, this was going to hurt... Rearing up, he slammed down into the ground, channeling what was left of his strength to make a spike of brick and earth erupt from the center of the ring of fire, reaching above the flames and offering a short jump onto the safe, unburning ground on the other side of the wall of fire. Gritting his teeth, Omar let out another harsh shout, "Move your fuckin' hooves! Go!" and then forced his attention into keeping the makeshift bridge together and staying steady. He was pushing his secondary blessing to the limit now, and he feared that he may not have the strength to make it over the bridge and to the other side once everyone else was fine.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 26, 2018 18:47:21 GMT -6
DeidraFuck Aodh Deidra wasn't sure why she expected this all to work smoothly. So far nothing in this god forsaken group had run smoothly. Chaos was all around and Deidra could see who held back bones around here. Who in among chaos would reign themselves freely and those that scattered like mice. Deidra could sneer as they were ruining this plan, they all could get captured and worse die int he belly of a fucking beast. Gods, she hoped some of them burned.
Thank the gods the Omar at least had a good head on their shoulders. Could think of an idea and save all of their sorry hides. "Lets be done with this fucking mess." she sneered at those running a muk of everything. Giving a head nod to Omar, it was the best thank you she could give. She followed their lead and made it over the earthmade bridge and over to safety. Now it was time for the lot to hide low. "Our best bet for hiding would be the sewers. I highly doubt this would hold them back for long." she remarked to the group, a smirk growing on her lips as she enjoyed the way Omar bashed others for possibly getting dirty. She hated to admit, she enjoyed it all the more. He speaking her thoughts.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jul 28, 2018 7:57:21 GMT -6
Gil
"Burn it!"
With a crash, Gil stepped sideways as an unexpected object was tossed in his direction, sending a ringing in his ears. The old hustler whipped around to glare at his attacker. "What the fuck Sar--"
That's when he realized he'd be covered in oil, and the object had been the head of a lamp.
Gil's eyes widened in panic and he a attempted to shout to Sarim as that bitch started sparks, but the hiss of all the oil lighting cut him short. Gil's jacket and scarf caught first, but with fuel it didn't take more than a moment for that hissing snake of a flame to bite into his hair. The flames ate hungrily, and Gil screeched and pulled away like the fire was some sort of physical enemy. Unaware in that moment if anyone had come to help, he clawed at his clothes with his teke, ripping away the coat and scarf... but he couldn't get it away fast enough. It felt like the sleeves were snagging, the scarf was knotting. In reality it was only a few moments, and then a few moments still after to pat his fur free. But when it was all over, Gil's eyes burned and throat stung and his limb and chest were charred.
By the time he returned, Omar was walking next to him and smothering the fire with a bridge. Dedria stepped across first. Gil went to move but his hoof hitting the pavement sent pain shooting up his body. Fuck. There goes his plan to escape through the bank. Like it or not, he was stuck in the sewers with the rest.
It took him a few moments to recover, and by that time a few more horses had crossed over. Slowly, he rebounded from the pain and gritted his teeth. At a fast hobble, he made it towards the bridge and over.
He was gonna kill Sarim.
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Post by astrumnauta on Jul 30, 2018 14:32:32 GMT -6
Hawthorne | Aodh Commoner Hawthorne was just watching everything unfold, the grey mare had taken on her idea and the stupid unicorn had fucked everything royally, she let out a squeal when she saw another equine covered in oil go up in flames, they started by licking the edges of his clothing and she scrambled to tug them off for him, once the flames died down she just looked on in horror she knew she would have some srt of lotion of potion tucked away to help ease his pain once they were safe so she stepped back to let him over the bridge.
She heard mentions of sewers and her nose wrinkled slightly Oh what a mess she was in, father would no be pleased. She took one final look at Omar nodded her appreciation and shot over the bridge her armor clanking slightly.
she lifted her head once over the the smell of smoke and metallic twang of blood filled her nose, she decided then she wouldn't take another deep breath for a while, because the sewers weren't much better. Post Three-- Word Count: Two Zero Zero -- Notes:I I have been so poorly i cant apologise enough </3 |
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Post by inke-ri on Jul 30, 2018 23:19:05 GMT -6
Airita || Commoner [Merchant]
Airita would have rolled her eyes at the unicorn if it wouldn't waste her very precious time. "Then stop arguing as though he is!" She snapped.
Almost immediately, she regretted it, because when he stopped focusing on the War-Forged-sounding stallion, he did a lot worse. A group of chevaliers attacked the guy the golden unicorn was interested in-maybe, anyway. Airita yelped, too far to help, and focused the energy of her spear. Two flaming hot streaks of light flickered to existence besides her, and she shot at the ground before the rest of the Chevs, not aiming to hurt but simply to stop the rest of them from coming closer. Besides, the accompanying flash of light would be enough to blind them for some extra, precious minutes. Maybe-Lover Guy took care of the situation nicely enough, at least there was that, and the plan was working fine-
But then Sar-what's-his-face did something even more stupid: yelling something about "his" guy rattling them out, he actually grabbed a lantern and set his apparently-lover on fucking fire.
"What in Ignacio's nAME?!" Airita snapped, barely caring about the fire, blowing past the War-Forged one to hopefully give Sar a good shove. Flames licked at a leg -oh right, fire that was not her own could still burn her- and Airita hissed, puffing a hot cloud of smoke and embers at his face. "Stop acting like a fucking child, asshole!" She yelled. "This is not about you or whoever is demented enough to pay you for a fuck, it's about getting out alive! Now shut your godsdamned mouth or I swear I'll do to you what you did to him!"
She snapped out of it as Deidra called to them, because apparently she and War-Forged One might actually be the only ones with sense to keep their heads in the game. Turning away from Sar without caring for his response, Airita quickly followed a horse she hadn't seen much of, passing War-Forged One. She was tempted to stay and try to help in some way, because she feared the strain might be too much for him, but what could she do? She wasn't very skilled in her Fire Manipulation yet, couldn't burst into fire like Evalynn. She'd only slow him down.
So Airita passed him by, and she wasn't sure if he saw or heard her, but her gaze softened and she whispered a quiet "Thank you." Then, Airita picked up speed, crossing the bridge as quickly as possible while struggling to keep the fire around her under control. Unfortunately, she could only cause her own flames to change, and her leg was hurting a lot- in her struggle, the mare slipped. Fire singed the tip of one of her ears, and Airita struggled to contain her tears. It had been months since she cared for being burned, and now she remembered why being cautious around an Evalynn actively using her blessing was a smart move.
With a strangled cry, Airita regained her balance and tightened the grip on her spear, reaching the other side safely and heading immediately down an opening, just following blindly whoever was in front of her. The awful stench indicated she was (supposedly) safe, and the mare flinched at the stronger smell of burn fur. Too tired to even bother yelping anymore, she used her teke to bat the fire out of her mane and tail. The long strands of hair were badly burned, which shouldn't surprise her, but Airita always loved taking care of her mane.
She really, really wished she had stayed at home.
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Post by Diregull on Aug 5, 2018 20:09:18 GMT -6
♔ If you don't love me
then I ain't gonna give it up Oh, no. That was not what Sarim intended. He watched as flames ate at Gil like a hungry snake; the shortsightedness of his plan expounded upon itself in flickering, fiery letters.
Sarim stumbled when Omar shoved him, too stunned and staring at the ring of fire that they were all encircled in, hungry for their skin as the scent of burnt hair could not leave Sarim's nostrils. He couldn't even find any comfort in Jasmine's presence close to him, because his mind had focused in on Gil's murderous gaze, cold in the heat of the fire. Of course, Airita also took the time to yell at him, and all Sarim could do was flinch, hunkering closer to the ground, curling his tail close to his flank as Airita spit sparks against him.
Somehow, someway, Omar managed to get a pathway up, and Sarim could hear Diedra spitting something about the sewers. He only connected the words to freedom and away from here, so Sarim pranced onto the raised pathway and jumped toward the sewer, galloping into the stinking tunnels. The scent made him retch, tail dragging into the stinking waters, but at least the fire was no longer licking at his coat.
... Which meant he was in a closed space with several equines who hated him, one who would probably take the opportunity to kill him, and several more who would look the other way while he was beaten to death, leaving his body down here in the sewers. Sarim paused, glancing to and fro in the sewers, before he swallowed tightly and backed up.
"Sorry, Jazz," Sarim whispered, just before his hooves splashed through the water as he took off down a side cavern in the sewers, picking a blind direction away from the group. He would take his chances down here alone. coded by pinn @ thqPost 7 | 310 | Unless anyone catches Sarim, he's gone.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 6, 2018 3:08:04 GMT -6
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Alarik | MerchantPost 4
Word Count: 560
Alarik's mouth went dry. There wasn’t much he could do here and it made him feel utterly useless. The stallion skulked back a little discouraged, now just feeling in the way. But he admired Arita’s bravery. Something he did not carry himself. Perhaps he never would.
One by one the old oil lamps fell. Glass and metal frames, buckled and shattered against the worn cobbles. The white mutt, Kygo cowered under the stallions tall frame, fear-stricken in his whimpering. Hopefully, this would all be over soon, though Alarik wouldn’t know where to go. The Gilded Bridge was in shambles and after this, he didn’t think it to be safe. Nor would the rest of the districts he would guess. And much like the crucible attack, he could bet the gates would be closed. And perhaps they would be for days to come. He couldn’t handle that again. Trapped in the city like birds in a cage. It made him feel sick and claustrophobic. Alarik shivered at his thoughts.
He regained recognition as Omar began yelling at the pale coated unicorn. Alarik’s ears pinned back. What had he done! The flames rose up all around them now. Ignacio was cruel but Alarik wouldn’t blame them for this. After all the gods didn’t have much control over mortals actions. But this would be an ironic way to die for the younger stallion. Reject the flame and be burned by it. The large War-Forged stallion spoke up and Alarik found himself standing a little ways behind Arita. His head lowered making him look almost defeated. Alarik was caught off guard as he seen the smaller older stallion catch alight. His ear began to throb again, Adrenaline seared through him. Making him feel a frenzy of panic. He wanted to help. But how could he? What could he do apart from being lit into flames himself? He watched in horror. Not at all listening to Omar now and his full attention fell on Gill. Thankful someone else when to help. But Alarik’s eyes stayed on the two. Up until the ground began to grumble under his feet, His attention followed Omar. A framework of dirt and stone formed in front of the group. Splitting the circle of flames just enough to get through. The stallion agreed with the flea-bitten. This was a mess and he was just as done as they were.
One by one each horse leapt across. Alarik went to move forward but Kygo stayed cowering where he stood. Course the stallion tried coxing the young mutt but to no avail. In his last ditch of effort, Alarik grabbed the pup by his scruff in his teeth and sprinted towards the opening. And leaping over the dirt wall. Being the last horse before Omar to leave their smouldering prison. He didn’t care about dirt or grime, burns, cuts, or abrasions. He had been through it all in the past year and it was beginning to take a toll. Alarik didn’t mind where they went. As long as it wasn’t here. Away from the fire and chevaliers. It sure as hell didn’t look like they would be able to the get slaves back now, so what else was there for him to do. He’d happily live in the sewers for the rest of his days. Be it a long or short life.
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Post by brittlewren on Aug 6, 2018 3:32:18 GMT -6
The words spat from the pale unicorn's mouth didn't surprise her. In fact, it almost supported her earlier statement. Flicking her tail in his vague direction, she mirrored Gil as they set their sights on the unattended shards. Scooping up a teke-ful of shards, she slipped them into a pocket in the inside of her coat, straightening her collar and glancing over at Gil. He was, well, uncharacteristically engaged with a Chevalier - she'd hardly known him for a few hours and she'd already noted how impartial he was to one-on-one combat. If he was a pacifist, he was sure a selfish one. His rolling eyes and shard command clearly indicated he was only out to save himself, but the way he looked to her suggested otherwise. She felt, at least. Narrowing her eyes, she snatched another teke-ful of shards, only returning her gaze to see an oil lantern exploding at the stallion's hooves. The shrill scream of the pale unicorn - Sar? - pierced her ears, mouth twisting in digust as she reared away from the snaking oil. Gods was she glad she had.
Sparks showered over the remains of the lantern and oil, kicked up towards Gil by the pale unicorn. The flames leapt up him hungrily, hissing and sizzling as they ate away at the stallion's coat and bored towards his flesh. The scent of it was acrid, even after he'd thrown off the remains of his clothes in a blind panic. If she'd been close enough to help, she would've taken more than a few steps back. The rumble of the large chestnut stallion turned her head, and she watched him strain - distorting and rupturing the ground, almost haphazardly molding it like clay - to carve a bridge out of the earth underfoot. Snatching the fleabitten mare's words from above the chaos, her eyes flashed towards Gil momentarily. The sewers. He would've heard. He was close enough. Jerking her head towards the bridge, she wasted no time in skittering across the rough surface. Her tail coiled close to her rump and holding her coat bunched close to herself, she leapt down from above the flames, following the others before her in a canter.
Her hooves splashing in the foul, pulpy liquid as they descended into the dimly lit tunnels, she bared her teeth, bunching her cloak and tail tighter to her body. The smell of charred flesh was a faint perfume in comparison. "If you weren't planning on cleaning those burns thoroughly you'll certainly have to now." She muttered in the direction of the burned dun. His chest was covered in blackened, blistering skin, the fur seeming to curl away at the edges as if it were also trying to escape the smell. The splashing of hooves grew fainter, and she turned to watch as the pale unicorn's rum disappeared into the gloom. "Coward."
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Aug 7, 2018 9:34:09 GMT -6
His blessing was not meant to be utilized like this. At least not this early. Not without practice. He was pushing the limits of what it could do, and he felt it. A pulsing burning pain starting in his chest, spreading through his muscles slowly, gradually, zapping every bit of strength he had left. He could faintly hear the clatter of hooves on the brick bridge, the sound being only a slight relief to him, knowing that this wasn't going to waste. He thought he heard a soft 'thank you' but the sound of blood and flames roaring in his ears, he doubted himself.
Gaze locked on the stones beneath him, every ounce of his concentration being poured into simply holding the brick and stone together, sweat dripped down his brow. Was everyone across? He didn't know. Squinting, sucking in heavy breaths, Omar risked a glance around. Some stone crumbled from the bridge, and he was at least mostly sure everyone had made it across safely. He could see them through the flames. Fuckin' hell... Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he made a strained whistle to Jarl before stumbling forward, slowly gaining speed as he launched over the bridge himself. Cracks erupted in the stone spike, his hooves tearing up chunks of rock where it landed on the bridge.
It would fall apart in moments. He prayed to the Gods that he had held it for long enough, that everyone had made it. Claws scrabbled on the stone next to him as Jarl bounded along with him, the two of them leaping over and down, flames licking their bellies.
Omar's landing was less than graceful. Crashing down onto his knees, he heard the bridge collapsing behind him. Staggering up onto stinging knees, vision blurring, Omar struggled to look for the others, finally spotting them running... Into the sewers? He couldn't complain... He could try to go and make a break for the Palasa sanctum, but with what he'd done, he'd helped contribute to the chaos, in a very recognizable way... He needed to lay low... Hope that Tiresias was taking care of Rona... Hope that Demetrius was alright...
Ears flicking at soft whimpering, Omar stood still, sides heaving. A tongue licking his leg made his gaze turn down to the wolf at his side, and he gave a soft grunt of understanding before staggering forward, every step feeling like he was walking through snow deeper than he was tall. He trudged into the sewers, breath still coming in harsh and rushed. He heard murmurs from the others, yet, he could not truly make anything out. "E...Everyone... Alright?" He ground out in-between puffs. Fuckin' hell, he wasn't doing that again until he built up more endurance with that blessing...
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Post by Spectre on Aug 7, 2018 12:37:41 GMT -6
Zenia;Adoh | Architect
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
She really had no Ignacio damned clue what she was doing or how she was going to help, but by Kaia's green earth she was going to try. She stuck close to her new companion's side, her nervousness mounting with each step the wall of chevaliers took. She had come out here with the intention of getting Obed back, not to just end up in a cell.
As pissed off as she was, she couldn't exactly do much behind bars.
She sent him a glance at the sound of Omar's words. Nodding wordlessly, she stepped back and whistled at Ace to follow. Said familiar sent her an annoyed look before coming to stand at her left side. She smiled and ran her teke down the doberman's back, earning a pleasured whine and a thumping tail.
She was snapped out from her stupor when the draft whipped around and almost rammed into the golden unicorn. Her pink eyes widened and her head whipped around as the flames roared to life. Ace, startled by the sudden light, hid underneath Zenia's legs. She flicked her gaze down and shushed the dog as Omar ranted.
She saw the bridge go up and the first horses make it across.
It was then the fire licked to close to her and Ace yelped, dashing out from under her. She always forgot he was still just barely a year old. "Of all the damned- Ace!" Zenia grabbed her spear and darted after the familiar, her mind torn away from those crossing the bridge.
Just as she managed to corral the doberman and calm him down did she hear the bridge crumble.
Her head whipped up and her face fell into an unamused frown, "Well, fuck."
She looked back as she saw the chevaliers begin to advance. With a growl she hefted Ace onto her back and walked towards the half broken bridge.
She backed up, gathered her wit, and ran head on towards the bridge. She boosted off the edge of the crumbling rock and jumped.
It crumbled just as her hooves pushed off.
Cursing everything under Ignacio's sun, Zenia felt the flames claw at her heels. She yelped when she landed. She was going to feel those burns on her legs for the rest of the week. Zenia put Ace down and ran after her companions into the sewers, cursing as each step sent shots of agony up her hind legs.
She caught the tail end of Omar's question as she entered in behind him.
Looking around, she saw that everyone was there, albeit a little singed and panting. She then looked at the stallion who had put up with her shit. His breathing was harsh and his knees scraped. His familiar looking worriedly up at him. Sighing as her adrenaline began to wear off, Zenia walked up next to the draft, inspecting his knees herself. "Everyone seems fine, now how about you? You seem a little dazed my friend..." She sent him a worried look.
Ace seemed to not take notice of anything around him, merely focusing on itching his butt.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 7, 2018 18:14:43 GMT -6
DeidraFuck Aodh Perhaps everyone going into the sewers was a bad idea, and by bad idea, she merely assumed a few could have stayed uptop to get lit on fire, or consumed by a dragon. But now was not the time for such remarks, she just prayed to some god karma would strike them down for her, and for a few others. Shaking her head she waited till everyone was into the tunnels, well those willing to sacrifice some beauty for a bit longer life.
"Come on, we can tend to wounds as we go along, we wont be able to move to fast down here anyways." she tried her best not to sneer, but so far this plan had nearly failed all due to someone. A steady exhaling of her breath, she tried to calm her nerves, though she wanted to take out her whip and strangle them, but like before. Now was not the time.
Deidra moved forwards a bit, allowing the sounds of chaos above to dwindle away as the group moved forwards. Reaching to a different entrance to the sewers she looked at the group. "Best to go up one by one, with a enough time in between unless we want to make it completely obvious we are running away from something. Yet we havent had a plan go right anyways, so fuck it." Well Deidra tried to reel it in, but gods be damned she was ready to go the fuck home.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 10, 2018 16:53:35 GMT -6
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Alarik | MerchantPost 5
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Alarik placed down Kigo. The stallion letting out a breath. Ignacio had nipped at his heels one too many times and he had grown tired of the flames. The big guy asked a question through laboured breathing. Alarik solemnly nodded. His eyes glancing over the brute to check if he was, in fact, okay too. His attention snapped back to Deidra as she lead the rest of them down into an ally and then into the sewer tunnels. He didn’t care about the dirt or grime. It could be washed off later. Although he did care about the smell. Rot invaded his senses and it took him almost everything not to vomit.
The stallion shot Airita a look. He attempted not to look fearful, but he was certain he was going to end up dead by the end of this. He legs began to shake. Though they were shaking before this had gotten worse. Deidra went on about the plan and all the stallion could do was follow. He kept his head low as to not bash his head against the ceiling and the other horses tail in front of him. Where would they end up? Only time would tell.
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Post by promsong on Aug 10, 2018 17:03:36 GMT -6
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he chaos of it all was beginning to give Jasmine a headache, not to mention the focus needed to use her blessing on the Chevaliers. It was all overwhelming and in the midst of the riot, she was also in charge of Sarim it seemed. She didn't need to be, but she also didn't want to see him injure himself, as it was so obviously clear that he was about to at any given moment. Flames erupted around them and even Jasmine for a moment let her panic show, looking for an exit out of this mess. It was when Omar offered a shouted solution that her ears perked and she paid attention. With a slam of his hooves, his bridge of rescue split the ground and they were all soon being shuffled onto it. They made it into the sewers, Jasmine holding back her gags as her hooves sloshed through the dirty water. She would need a boiling hot shower after this. "Don't kill yourself," she muttered to Sarim as he dashed off, quickly to get away from the rest of the others. Understandably, though. As the group began to split up, she was soon ducking out of the grimy area and back into the alleyways of Valore. She knew her way around the city like it was her own villa and taking a series of shortcuts and hidden passageways, she found herself on the street of her home. It was time to wash the day away and figure out what the hell she was supposed to do about Tess. ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Queerly on Sept 12, 2018 0:35:06 GMT -6
 Thank you for participating in Aodh 605!
Rewards to: Deidra, Jasmine, Omar, Sarim, Etain, Alarik, Airita, Gil, Zenia, Hawthorne
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