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Post by Queerly on Jul 1, 2018 12:58:08 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Aodh Plot 606: Ignorance was Bliss Team Leader: Constantine Participants: Omari, Moonrise, Albella, Evalynn Date: April 9th, Morning 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: Adviser Constantine has found an old, gorgeously--from what you can see of it beneath the damage--illuminated manuscript. Sensibly, he’s gone to the Azar Sanctum to seek out an artisan’s services to help restore the document. Is this a piece of history you could help uncover? |
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Post by Maelorom on Jul 1, 2018 22:43:22 GMT -6
Constantine// Advisor/Harbinger
The sharp click of hooves echoed throughout the sanctum. There was a reverent softness to the quiet talking of the members of the congregation, it was clear this was a sacred space. But the advisor clearly had little interest in prayer today as he moved purposefully. His servile slave, Josette, scuttled nervously along at his tail. She carried a heavy leather satchel with intricately embossed patterns, her fins fluttered a little at the strain on her small frame. The advisor and his attendant swept through the congregation without a word. The chatter dimmed as they passed, bubbling up once more as they moved away. Constantine made his way toward a clear space in the centre of the room from which he may catch the congregations attention. His carefully curated expression left him unreadable. Apon reaching the centre of the sanctum he paused, turning to face the gathered, and cleared his throat. "If I may have your attention for a moment," his sharp, wine-red eyes scanned the gathered. "If there are any artisans present I would like to speak to you privately. I would be delighted if you could join me at the back of the sanctum presently". At the conclusion of his short announcement the advisor nodded in thanks and turned abruptly to move to the quiet space at the very back of the sanctum, and there he waited in the wavering candle-light for the others to join him.
WC: 240
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Post by brittlewren on Jul 3, 2018 1:09:13 GMT -6
It was rare to find the roan stallion in the confines of Ignacio's sanctum, and yet it had to be done at times. He wasn't there to pray to the God or to meet with others, but simply to study the crafted mosaics that littered the temple's walls. As he wandered around the cathedral halls clutching his sketchbook and pencil, he studied the architecture of the building and the motifs that had been painstackingly reiterated throughout the interior. Crafting the detail and symbolism into the mosaics was an art in itself, and he aimed to familiarise himself with a few key pieces of imagery so that he could potentially reinterpret them in his bridle works. The motifs didn't need to be gaudy or particularly large on the bridles, just something small he could slip in as a nod to the customer's - and herd's - patron God. Of course, if they wanted gaudy he was certainly happy to accomodate the client's needs.
Passing under the mottled light of the mosaic, he was studying Ignacio's likeness in the details of the glass as quiet thoughts skittered into his mind. His ears twitched, and he snorted quietly. Gods help him. Argus may have warned him of the weight of Telepathy, but it still caught him off-guard at times. The nervousness of the host inclined it was most likely a slave, concerned with keeping up with their master. A stronger, clearer voice seemed to preface the nervous one. Casting a glance over towards the source of the two, Omari watched as the Advisor Constantine cleared a space in preparation to speak. "If I may have your attention for a moment.."
There was something different about the Advisor's thoughts - they seemed almost to bubble in excitement - subdued, albeit -, curious about an item or restoration of sorts. It was hard to tell - he was still getting used to using his blessing, and even though he'd had it for a while he continued to feel lost and overwhelmed at times, unable to pluck key bits of information from the endlessly cascading streams of thought. Pricking his ears, he turned, moving closer to the Advisor to present his interest in the matter at hand. "If there are any artisans present I would like to speak to you privately. I would be delighted if you could join me at the back of the sanctum presently."
As the advisor turned and began to move away, slave in tow, Omari followed a few steps behind. Entering the candle-lit room at the Sanctum's rear, he dipped his head in greeting. The Advisor's thoughts betrayed little information on why artisans had been summoned, save for the few details he'd scrounged from his mind minutes before. "Advisor Constantine, my name is Omari. I'm a bridle-maker, and would like to offer my talents to your efforts." He paused, watching the Advisor's reaction and concluding it best to withhold informing the stallion of his blessing just yet. He didn't want to appear rude or intrusive. "What is it you wish to speak about?"
Post #1 | WC: 506
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 5, 2018 23:13:08 GMT -6
Evalynn | Artisan
Time spent in the Sanctum had been strained as of late due to her having to watch Pel'Ciri and Cin'Ciri while Asalah was in Sedo. Needless to say, Evalynn was more than a little stressed. Between her, Moonrise, and Airita though, the kids were well taken care of. Today was Airita's day with the hoard of tireless beasts, and Evalynn leapt at the chance to have a moment of peace. Thankfully, Evalynn was all caught up on her current commissions, so she didn't need to worry about her forge for the time being.
Stepping into the sanctum, the Blacksmith let out a relieved sigh. Already she could feel some of the tension in her shoulders' melting away. Cloven hooves clicked against the limestone floors as she took in the familiar sights, fellow Artisans and attendants alike milling about. Iridescent, shimmering light streamed through the glass artwork that were the windows, glinting off of her scales and antlers. While she already was bathed in enough light thanks to her flaming coiffure, the light bouncing from her scales still caused her eyes to squint, still getting used to even having scales. Moving towards the innards of the sanctum, Evalynn picked her way through the small crowd, pausing when a voice rose above the quiet murmurs of the attendants. Turning her eyes to the Advisor, She moved forward once again, and noticed Omari was present as well, and was moving towards the back of the Sanctum as well. The mare moved a little faster, falling in step with Omari silently. Intrigue at the odd request had her thoughts sufficiently off of her worries at home.
"Greetings, Advisor Constantine." she dipped her head in greeting quickly before continuing on. "I am Evalynn. What are you needing assistance with?" Granted, she didn't know if he required assistance or not, but she quite doubted that an Advisor would come for a social visit.
Word count: 317
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Jul 8, 2018 18:06:58 GMT -6
Albella | Artisan
Somehow Albella had found herself in the Azar Sanctum again. The last time she walked the floor of the district's sanctum was to say goodbye to her lover, Alois. Since then, she had let her public prayer slip and become a thing of the past. Time once spent gazing at the marble and mosaics now used to write letters to Danny. It was almost enlightening to see the inside of the sanctum again.
For her own sense of security the artisan walked with a large, dark coated sabertooth, one of the many animals that lived in her home. Kuma walked up close to Albella's shoulder and kept a leery eye on the horses that got too close. The sanctum wasn't the place for her. Constantine's voice rang off the marble walls, calling all Artisans to join him. Albella looked back across the floor to the Advisor. She recognized his face from the court months ago. "Wonder what this could be" She spoke quietly to her familiar.
Starting to make her way toward the back the chimera noticed some other Artisans picking their way to the Advisor. Omari and Evalynn were the first in her sight. The blacksmith's scales and antlers still threw the horse for a loop every time she saw them. The way light reflected off the scales could blind a horse with dazzling, colored light. Momentarily distracted, Albella finally caught up to where the Advisor stood, accompanied by a slave. She dipped her head briefly, "I am Albella, greetings Advisor Constantine."
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Jul 12, 2018 22:42:13 GMT -6
 She'd decided to take this morning off.
It's not that she didn't want to work at the forge today, far from it. She was always down to work in her shop. But today, on this particular morning, she decided to take it somewhat easy and wait to start up her bellows until noon.
So, her wanderings found her in Azar, deciding to offer up her morning prayer to the shrine of Ignacio in the sanctum instead to the small obsidian idol at home. Moonrise had chosen to take a moment to just rest, closing her eyes and listening to the equine around her. That is, until she heard the voice of the advisor ring out.
Intrigued, she watched him talk, looking over at the slave that held the satchel briefly. As he moved over towards the back space he had indicated, she considered just leaving it for now. After all, she had chosen to come here to rest before working. However, something about the vagueness of the ask intrigued her, and so the dark coated blacksmith found her hooves clicking on the stone flooring over towards the group. She recognized the other artisans immediately. Omari from the party three months ago, Albella from the crucible and the mission below ground for the dragon eggs, and of course, her best friend Evalynn.
She gave her friend a friendly bump on the shoulder in greeting before bowing her head to Constantine as a respectful gesture. "Advisor Constantine, good morning. My name is Moonrise, I'm a blacksmith."
Post #1 | Word Count: 254
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Post by Maelorom on Jul 15, 2018 1:10:22 GMT -6
Constantine// Advisor/Harbinger
The advisor smiled warmly at the four artisans as they each introduced themselves, his slave anxiously clinging to the manuscript behind him. "Thank you for granting me your audience," he nods his thanks to them with a soft smile before continuing. "I ask for only a few moments of your time. I have been lucky enough to recover an old manuscript, it is quite beautiful and quite fascinating. Unfortunately age has not been kind to it. It is barely legible through the damage". The advisor frowns for a moment before turning to his slave, "Josette, the manuscript please".
With a nervous nod the little mare fumbles with the latch on the leather satchel, opening it to remove a large, and clearly very old, illuminated manuscript. He opens it to display lines of carefully written script, it is indeed beautiful, there is even a small, intricate, silver illustration that could be Kirin once cleaned up. The damage is not pretty, but the parchment is not entirely ruined and appears to still hold strength. "I seek to commission one or more of you, depending on the difficulty of this work, to restore it. I will pay a handsome price, after all this job will be delicate and demands a wide knowledge of tools," he nods to Evalynn and Moonrise "and materials, and of course how to use and treat them. I believe it is a recording of events, take a look at the manuscript and see what you think". He tilts the manuscript forward for the artisans to inspect.
WC: 257
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Post by brittlewren on Jul 18, 2018 4:52:05 GMT -6
Eyes flicking to the movement by his side, he jumped - to others it may have scarcely been noticed, but his stomach begged to differ. Flames burned along the crest of ther neck, and ther tail tapered into the bright, flickering substance. His ears pressed back briefly, ashamed of his childish actions. "Excuse me," he murmered quietly. Didn't their flesh burn at the touch of the billowing fire? The glittering scales and antlers would speak otherwise, he guessed, inching closer towards the company once more. He recognised only one of the equines that entered the room - Moonrise, from Evalynn's party. Shit. Sheepishly, he stole another glance at the glittering kirin beside him. There was Evalynn, casually introducing herself. The other artisan introduced themselves as Albella. He swallowed dryly, and returned his attention to Advisor Constantine, who had motioned to his slave to present what appeared to be a manuscript. The Advisor began to speak of commissioning one or two of the artisans present, further describing the piece as a recording of events. The parchment was frayed and edges chewed by moths, most likely, but there was clear lettering and defined lines. The tiniest illustration had been added with the utmost care, and it too was fading. It almost seemed to shimmer when the light caught it just right, as if the tined form were dancing - a depiction of a Kirin? He furrowed his brows, head titled as he arched his neck to get a better angle on the piece. Almost instinctively his teke reached out to touch the piece, but he was quick to correct his actions, lilac teke dissipating before it touched the brittle parchment. "I'm not sure I'd be very useful with repairing it, I'm afraid." He addressed the Advisor, eyes meeting his for a moment. "I only ever work with pencil sketches - I'd have no idea where to even begin restoring a piece such as this." Gods he wished he could help. Perhaps he could read up on parchment restoration? But he knew little of the Kirin society as it was, if that was what the manuscript was illustrating, let alone their ancient language. Their society had supposedly been similar to modern Aodh's, but he'd certainly need to do his research if he was going to be involved in any shape or form. "Does anyone else have any experience with restoration?" He asked hopefully, glancing at the other artisans in turn.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 21, 2018 5:17:06 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
It seemed that her presence spooked Omari, for as soon as she came into his sight, he appeared to flinch almost imperceptibly. Her ears fell back for half a second before pricking forward again, trying not to let on that she was confused about his failure to recognize her. And that's when it hit her. He didn't recognize her because the last time he'd seen her had been at her party. Before Ignacio had remade her in his image. She did look quite different now, with her obsidian colored scales, so she guessed it made sense that he didn't recognize her. Evalynn didn't get a chance to see his reaction after she'd introduced herself because her best friend sidled up beside her, pulling a surprised glance from the kirin. Moonrise was usually at her forge by this time in the morning, apparently they'd shared the same thought in attending the Sanctum. Once the Advisor began to speak to them, Evalynn turned her full attention to the Pegasus, listening intently as he told them the reason for their summons.
Evalynn stepped forward as the manuscript was produced. The ancient book was worn down by the ages, the parchment having long since yielded to fraying and tearing. Her eyes scanned over the pages, taking in the small, yet intricate details of what appeared to be a kirin. Whatever ink had been used so long ago still held a vague shimmer when the light hit it just so. The book was definitely in bad shape. Looking up at Omari when he spoke up, she turned towards Constantine.
"I am a Blacksmith, and I am well versed in working with leather and metal. I can restore at least the cover and binding for this ancient piece of our history." Thinking back to the last thing she'd been commissioned to fix- the blasted axe that had been stolen and then flew away, she vowed this time no one would get their teke on this that wasn't meant to.
Word count: 333
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Jul 26, 2018 22:06:02 GMT -6
Albella | Artisan
Albella listened close as Constantine spoke. Describing a found manuscript that time had worn down. When the document was produced from the slave's bag the Artisan couldn't help but to wince a little. She had seen tattered manuscripts before in her father's workshop, but none this old. The Advisor was right, time had not been kind to it. The request proposed was to help restore the document and bring back all of the detail lost with age. As it passed under the eyes of the other Artisans, Albella made a mental note of the parchment. While it wasn't something she worked with, her father may know more about restoration. Albella took a step closer as Omari and Evalynn spoke. Omari had only a little experience with paper and Evalynn with leather and metal. "My primary media is in painting, but through my father I have learned a little bit about parchment and vellum care." She turned her gaze lower. Restoration was a long process that she had little applied experience in. "But, as for restoring something so old, my father, Mardarit, or perhaps a scribe would be of great help."
The chimera Artisan felt more awake than she had in the past few days. The opportunity to work on a project like this was just what she needed to ease her mind. Since she said her goodbyes to Alois, the Artisan's head was buzzing. The distraction of coded letters kept her from engaging in her first passion of painting. Something to keep her busy was the best medicine.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Jul 27, 2018 16:17:15 GMT -6
In silence, the large blacksmith watched as the advisor ordered his slave to pull out the ancient text. Cyan blue eyes scanned over the old script, following the gentle strokes of an old artists hand, or at least, what was left of it.
In all honesty? Paper was not her specialty, so like her friend Evalynn, she wouldn't be able to help much more than with the metal and leather, but perhaps...
"Like Evalynn, my expertise comes mainly in the form of metal and leather, and I would be able to assist my friend in the restoration of all bits that fall under that catagory. However, I have had some experience with paints when adding details to leather armor, and if we could identify the base of the pigments used, I could possibly find something about how we could restore those." She spoke, letting her eyes leave the page while she spoke to instead look at the grey pegasus advisor. When she was done speaking, she looked back to the page. Her eyes eventually landed on the kirin at the top. This would indeed, be a stunning piece of history once cleaned up.
"Advisor, sir, if I may, do you know just how old this is? Is it possibly as old as it pre-dating the god's war?"
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Post by Maelorom on Aug 1, 2018 1:20:14 GMT -6
Constantine// Advisor/Harbinger
The advisor nodded to Omari "It is unfortunate you can not help, but" he noted the dissipating lilac "do feel free to have a closer inspection, and see if you can find something that is more your field. You are an artisan after all, I'm sure you know how to handle delicate and expensive items like this." A small, encouraging smile crossed the advisors otherwise emotionless face as he turned to Evalynn. The sight of a Kirin did not seem to alarm him, he was clearly well aware of the sudden re-appearance of long-lost traits like scales and antlers. His slave was not so at ease, although she seemed more unnerved by the fire than the scales. "Ah, lovely, the binding is certainly in need of repair, and the cover.." he lifted the manuscript to display the rather worn and damaged cover "I must say is in need of saving too".
As the Advisor lowered the manuscript the pages flipped gently to a new opening. This one had small illustrations than ran across the bottom and top of both pages. Small and carefully drawn borders separated them from the writing, it seemed these pages, although clearly in a state of disrepair, was less damaged than the last. The Advisor nodded to Moonrise and Albella "Maybe you two could work together? These illustrations are quite fine, and quite damaged. If you both have experience with paints and such then maybe you could restore them to at least some aspect of their former glory". He tilted his head slightly, allowing them to consider his proposition.
"Ah, yes" he started in reply to Moonrise's final query "you are quite correct Moonrise. This lovely piece does indeed originate from before the God's War, you clearly have a sharp eye. I'm sure that would be of use in restoring the illustrations," he smiled at the mare as he nodded to the illustrations. Once again, despite the damage, there were Kirins clearly depicted. Although here there were many, it seemed they were marching in an almost military fashion. And was that Rocky ground over which they marched? Or did the rocks look almost like figures too? A large colony of mould grew in the corner of the page, but it seemed like flames leapt from whatever was hidden beneath it.
"As you are artisans," Constantine continued "maybe one or two of you have studied the arts? Or done some study in the areas of literacy or history?". He glanced at each of them, it was hard to read his expression, maybe it was curiosity. "I have had some trouble reading the manuscript, I am a stallion of the sciences myself. All I have really learnt is that is indeed a recording of history, and a very old recording at that. If any of you know how to read this script then I would appreciate being enlightened."
WC: 480
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Post by Queerly on Sept 4, 2018 4:15:06 GMT -6
The tome is thick and ancient, goat-flesh papyrus bound by leather thongs. The pages feel brittle to your telekinesis, the texture frightful, and you wonder how much longer it would have lasted without proper intervention. It's a shame to see a such an impressive work of art in need of such dire repair, but there is hope that you might be able to restore its beauty. You will certainly try.
The Emin requests that you translate the tome. One of you steps forward. Hireath has only ever had one language, but the script of your Aodhian ancestors is different. The manuscript is written in a sharp, terse alphabet that is nothing like the airy cursive of modern day. To someone without the necessary knowledge, it is indecipherable. To you, though, the only obstacle is the manuscript's damage. You squint at the faded pages, focusing hard.
There was no hailing bird, you begin. There was no warning, no declaration of war.
Fire consumes, and fire destroys. Like a flame upon brittle, dry grass, the kirins swept across the Vastlands to consume the city of Kin. There they slaughtered and subjugated the people of Argus, murdering the old and the young with their fire and their blades. They fashioned prisoners of war into laborers, and when they had raised the lives of the horses, and their malevolent God of war had smothered the arcane Deity upon Her fields, they offered no explanation for their crimes. Instead, they turned their eyes to the Earth's holy lands, and set to task anew.
You stop, regarding the page you have read, and raise your eyes to observe your peers.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Sept 4, 2018 5:31:20 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
Ears perked and eyes sharp, Evalynn nodded at Emin Constantine and stepped forward once again to gaze over the script. She figured she had enough practice reading her own, and Moonrise's hurried scrawling when they were in the midst of a busy day at the forge. If anyone could read their scratch, it was a miracle. Turning her gaze to the tome once more, gingerly holding the frail book within her teke. Awe at the aged history that was within her grasp filled her but she tamped the feeling down in order to try to decipher the ancient text. At first, the faded words seemed illegible, strangely sharp in comparison to anything she'd seen before. But as she studied the script for a few moments, the words began to unfold in front of her eyes. Evalynn was fascinated by the text, but as she began reading through it, fascination shattered and gave way to confusion. Her eyes glued to the page, she began reading the words aloud. "There was no hailing bird, there was no warning, no declaration of war."Pausing, she realized this had to be a recording from during the war. "Fire consumes, and fire destroys. Like a flame upon brittle, dry grass, the kirins swept across the Vastlands to consume the city of Kin. There they slaughtered and subjugated the people of Argus, murdering the old and the young with their fire and their blades. They fashioned prisoners of war into laborers, and when they had raised the lives of the horses, and their malevolent God of war had smothered the arcane Deity upon Her fields, they offered no explanation for their crimes. Instead, they turned their eyes to the Earth's holy lands, and set to task anew."
Her voice echoed through the room, silence reining supreme as she stopped, looking up with wide eyes at Constantine, her gaze flicking to the other Artisans in the room. What, in Ignacio's name had she just read?
word count: 217
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[Words from the text not counted since I didn't actually write them]
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Post by Queerly on Sept 12, 2018 0:36:25 GMT -6
 Thank you for participating in Aodh 606!
Rewards to: Constantine, Evalynn, Omari, Moonrise, Albella
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